"Distraction is the Key, or Not"
The only thing that Sakura could see in the room was the gray-haired man with his paper-white, pale skin.
Everything about him still looked the same; from his brown, deep eyes, to the circle glasses that always gives him the appearance of a scholar.
"Hello, Sakura-chan," the man said, giving her a warm smile.
A wide grin spread across her face before she nearly ran over into the man's welcoming arms, hugging him tightly. "Yukito-kun," she said in his shirt, feeling her entire face heat up at his familiar scent. She missed this.
"Oi, you're here for me, kaijuu," she heard Touya say after at least a minute of her hugging the other man.
She released Yukito, smiling up at him shyly, heart having a fluttering sensation in her chest.
She missed this man so much that it was almost unbelievable. He had been her childhood crush for many years; and though he kindly let her down, she had still felt an attachment to the man. Be it romantic or not, she never cared to figure out anymore because she had moved on with her life. But that still never stopped the feelings she always felt around him.
Sakura narrowed her eyes over to her brother. "Aren't you getting tired of receiving all this attention?" she asked.
He snorted, shrugging his shoulders. "There isn't such thing as a patient growing tired of getting attention when he's forced in this bed," he said.
Sakura was about to retort but stilled when she felt a cold chill run down her spine, sensing a piercing glare directed at her. She already knew who it was without looking at the man. Nonetheless, she turned to the direction of the glare to see the man sitting in the chair by the window.
He has hair that almost resembles the color of the moon, long that normally cascaded down his back, but currently kept out of the way in a loose ponytail. His eyes were a silver-blue that were usually seen under his short bangs, giving him an attractive look. He looked like an enchanting god.
"Yue-san," Sakura said stiffly, acknowledging his presence in the room.
She still did not know how it was possible that Yukito and Yue were twins. Though they resembled each there in physical appearance, they were the complete opposite of each other. While Yukito was warm, kind, and everything good in the book, Yue was cold, rude, and distant.
She had a glimpse of a few good traits that he kept hidden throughout the years that she had known him, but he kept his aforementioned three obnoxious traits on display at all times, unless it involved something with his brother.
Yue gave her a brief nod, letting her know that he heard her before turning his attention back to the window.
"It's been a while since I've last seen you, Sakura-chan. You look well," Yukito said with a smile on his face.
Sakura flushed and nodded. "I am. Everything has been great, and I couldn't be any better than I am right now," she said, almost shyly.
She heard Touya release an unmannerly snort and mumble something under his breath about her being a 'kaijuu in disguise of an angel'.
She turned to him and glared. "Okay, your privileges have run dry, so you can no longer call me that anymore," she said in a threatening tone.
A smirk crept to Touya's lips, clearly amused by her sudden change of heart for the word.
She knew that she was suddenly switching up on him, but she did not want Yukito to hear Touya calling her that.
"Oh, what are you going to do? Put me in another mini coma?" Touya asked sarcastically.
"Don't tempt me," she said, though there was no meaning behind the words.
That was not on the list of things she would think about doing to him. She was beyond happy that he was awake and alive, so there was no way that she would risk hurting him in any kind of way now.
Yukito chuckled, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You haven't changed one bit, Sakura," he said.
She blushed and giggled nervously.
"Still a kaijuu," Touya said.
Her fists clenched, itching to smack his head. They unclenched when she heard Yukito chuckle.
"You haven't either, Touya," Yukito said, giving Touya a knowing smile.
"Oh, but he has. He's gotten much ruder than he already was before," Sakura said, remembering how rude he had been to the doctor. She still could not accept his behavior for that, and probably never would.
Yukito turned to Touya with the same smile on his face, but a knowing look all the same. "Really?"
"Yes. He was so inconsiderate and rude to Dr. Li after he and his staff technically saved his life," Sakura said, feeling her blood boil in embarrassment and anger at her brother's behavior.
Li Syaoran was a dangerous, bitter, and hateful man, so he would probably do any or everything to a person who threatened him. And Touya's life happens to be at risk the most right now.
"I was not rude. The gaki was staring at you like you were a piece of steak," Touya said angrily.
A blush spread across her face, feeling shy and embarrassed all of a sudden. "He was not," she said, defensively.
"I would know. I'm a man, and that...gaki, sure as hell had you nude in that dirty mind of his," Touya said with so much hatred, venom dripping from each word he spat.
"That still gave you no right to treat him that way," Sakura said weakly. "Your life is in this hospital's hand, and you, lashing out like that at the chief is the stupidest thing you've ever done."
"I don't care. Even if they had me on a machine, they could unplug it for all I care. I'm not going to lay here and pretend that the man isn't sexually violating your body in his mind."
"Onii-chan!" she exclaimed, shocked that he does not take his life seriously. He was also spitting out nonsense that was beyond embarrassing for anyone to hear from their own brother. Especially with her long time crush here.
The door to the hospital room suddenly opened, and in walked Nakuru and Aika.
"Auntie Saku!" Aika gasped mid-sentence upon spotting the other two in the room. "Uncle Yuki and Yue!" She ran over to Yue and jumped in his lap, hugging him around the neck tightly.
Yue stiffened as he sat awkwardly before wrapping his arms around the little girl. He never spoke a word to her though, which was no surprise. The man barely utters any word unless it was necessary.
Aika pulled back, smiling at him widely and then ran to Yukito, hugging his leg tightly.
A warm smile spread across Yukito's face and he picked her up. He kissed her cheek gently, causing the little girl to blush, and then he put her back on her feet.
"What's he doing here?" Nakuru asked sarcastically with narrowed eyes at Yukito.
Yukito smiled at her kindly and silently waved at her.
The pretend scowl disappeared off her face and she walked over to him to give him a hug. "It's good to see you here," she said softly.
She walked over to Touya and pecked his lips, then waved in Yue's direction.
"How are you feeling today, Touya?" Sakura asked after the greetings were over.
"As good as a person would feel after being ran over by a bus," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
Sakura smiled sadly and shook her head, not believing her brother and his carefree attitude about this situation. Had he always been this nonchalant about his health?
"My wife and child are safe, my best friends and sister are here, I don't think I could be any better than this," he said.
Sakura smiled and nodded.
Yukito smiled at that before saying, "So, how's life been treating you all?"
Syaoran smirked at the doctor ogling at him as he walked down the hall towards his office.
He really wants to have sex right now. Not with the doctor he was just sending smoldering looks to, though.
He was only entertaining her attempt to seduce him into one of the on-call rooms. He thought about having a quickie with her. He really thought about having a quickie with her. In fact, he wants sex so badly right now that he would be willing to do anything for it, but he withheld the urge. Barely, but he still did.
He had just come from the restroom after rubbing a good one off, thinking about Sakura in the nude.
The erotic images of her were still not getting old even though he had been at it for a full month now. The date with her a few days ago had done nothing to help matters for him.
She was...perfect, aside from the fact that she is a psychologist; but other than that, everything about her was perfect.
He had a great time with her at the restaurant, talking about their daily lives together, and the patients they encountered. It was...
He had never felt that good about a date before, let alone feel good after talking to someone.
A hot little body with a beautiful face and personality like hers, he could not deny how perfect she was, regardless of that shitty occupation.
He had to sleep with her. It was not just a desire anymore, but more of a need. The more he saw her, the stronger the urge to take her was getting. Hearing her voice also added to the urge, which almost made it unbearable to not beg her to let him take her.
Every word she spoke, he held on to them like they were his last breath to take, desperate for more each time. Was it her voice or the soft-spoken words?
It was always hard to tell. The date though...
It had to be the reason he was withholding from sex with another woman right now. There was no other explanation for it. He does not really care about that right now.
He opened the door to his office and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He dropped down in the chair in front of the desk. Picking the papers up, he began to skim through some of the information.
He began scribbling down notes on another sheet of paper as ideas to improve the hospital came flying through his head.
A few months back, the hospital had nearly been sued because of something that one of his ex-employees had done. He had been so distracted lately that he barely had the chance to put thought into the matters after he got the hospital out of the sticky mess.
Sex had been one of the reasons that he could not concentrate on the job much lately anymore, and now that the psychologist was around, things were slowly becoming easier for him.
His mind had been a little at ease, and he was finally growing accustomed to just using his hand.
The first thing he needed to do was come up with new rules and regulations in the hospital. Since 'not taking the job seriously' was a habit that everyone seemed accustomed to in the hospital, he would rid of that immediately after having a board meeting.
A loud, vibrating sound on the desk interrupted his thoughts, stopping his planning.
He picked the phone up and swiped it across after seeing who it was. "Dr. Li speaking," he said in the phone formally.
"Come on, Syaoran. You know this is Yamazaki," the other man on the line said with a scowl.
Syaoran snorted. "You shouldn't call my work cell if you want to be personal, then."
"You would have just ignored my calls and texts like you always do," Yamazaki spoke in a disapproving tone.
Syaoran sighed. "What do you want, Yamazaki?"
"Calm down. I just didn't want to leave you out of the loop on this one, either."
Yamazaki went silent on the phone, making Syaoran wonder if the man had changed his mind or something. He still waited for him to continue, though.
"Chiharu has been really depressed for the last couple of weeks. Post-partum depression, or whatever women go through after birth, so I was thinking about throwing a small surprise party since the kiddos are a month old this week."
"You know that I won't make it," Syaoran said.
"I know, I know. I still didn't want to leave you out of this. It is last-minute move to inform you, but it's going to be at my house at 6:00 on Sunday – tomorrow. If you want, you can come. It really is just a small get-together. Uh..." Yamazaki paused before continuing with, "There's going to be beer, booze...I don't know, whatever sounds appealing to you."
"Okay."
"Alright. I'll catch you later, man," Yamazaki said and then hung up after Syaoran bid him goodbye.
He sighed, eyes closing peacefully. Yamazaki always kept him in the loop about everything that went on with his life, along with Eriol's.
Syaoran never cared to know about his acquaintances' lifestyles though. Why should it concern him anyway?
He never involved them in his life nor invited them to events that placed attention on him, so why did they always feel obligated to get him involved with their lives?
Why did that even matter? His life was too busy for them, so this should never be something he needed to worry about.
Placing his phone down, he picked the papers back up, but then decided that he wanted to make one last phone call.
He picked up his personal phone and dialed in the number that he had memorized by now.
It rung a few times before the person picked up.
"Kinomoto speaking," came her soft-spoken voice in the phone.
Goosebumps broke out on his skin as a small smile crept to his lips. "Sakura," he said, letting her know who it was.
He had not heard her voice since Thursday, and he was craving it right now.
"Syaoran. Is everything alright?" came her caring tone immediately.
His heart fluttered, stomach jumping at that. "Yes. I just...it's been two days since I heard your voice," he said.
"Syaoran," she called in a gentle, warning tone.
"I know, I know. Formal phone calls only, but I really did want to talk...ask you a few questions," he said.
He had read somewhere online the other day that it was okay for patients to call their psychologists if they have any questions. It was also okay for her to have a mini session on the phone if she agreed to it. He would have to pay more money for it, but he was willing to do it if she suggested it, as long as he could hear her voice...her words.
His manhood came to life at the thought of her voice, even though he could hear it now. Gods...
What the hell was this woman doing to him?
"Alright. What is it?" she asked.
He looked around the desk, wondering what he could ask her. He had not thought this far ahead.
"Syaoran? Are you there?" she asked after he remained silent for a minute or so.
"Y-yes. I wanted to know ways to distract myself from having sex..." he said.
He knew ways, but he wanted to know what she would say. Plus, he would be able to hear more of that beautiful voice.
"You know what I'm going to say," she said.
He could hear the smile in her voice, which also brought a smile to his face.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Hang out with some friends even if you have to in the hospital, and keep yourself busy," she said.
Syaoran groaned in fake annoyance. "You're not going to let that go, are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm not. It's really going to help you in the long run."
"What if I said that I'd rather be with you?" he asked.
The flirty, suggestive question was not intentionally meant to be sexual, but his body had a mind of its own. The erection he has is becoming unbearably painful right now.
"You already know the answer to that question, Syaoran," she said with a giggle.
He released a sigh of relief, glad that he had not caused any awkward tension between them.
"It was only a suggestion," he said, shrugging his shoulders, even though she could not see it.
"Well, hang out with friends, in public. Your goal is to not give into sex when you feel the need to have that security, safety, and control. That's what..." she trailed off.
"What?" he asked, curiosity perked at her hesitancy.
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"It's nothing, Syaoran."
He swallowed, feeling himself growing annoyed with her hesitancy to tell him something when he asked. "Sakura," he said, almost in a warning tone.
She giggled. "Syaoran," she said, in a mimicking tone.
That only infuriated him more. "I'm being serious here," he said, sternly.
"Are you sure you want to know?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Damn it, woman. Fucking yes," he swore.
"That is what's controlling you. Since you're using sex to replace those emotions, or fill them in, sex is controlling your actions. When you're playing out your fantasies of controlling a woman during sex, you're supplanting that lost feeling of control," she explained.
His breath caught in his throat, heart nearly beating out of his chest.
"I—" He nearly choked on his word, feeling like he swallowed an entire bottle of pills without water.
"Too much, for now?" she asked after he offered no response.
He nodded, though she could not see. He really wished that she was here with him right at this moment.
"I understand," she said, as though she had seen him nod.
"Should we end the call here?"
A disapproving sound left his mouth, fearing his heart would stop working at any moment right now.
"N-no," he barely whispered.
They remained silent on the phone for a minute before he recollected his mental state and decided to change the subject.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, I was helping set up this place for my friend. Though when you called, I stepped out," she said.
"Oh, am I holding you up?"
"Nah. We were just wrapping it up now. What are you doing?"
"U-uh..." He looked around the office, confused. What was he doing?
Oh, right. "Trying to come up with new rules in the hospital," he said.
"Oh, after the incident a few months ago?" she asked.
He cringed, feeling uneasy that she knew about it. Then again, what person in town would not know about the case?
"Yup, can't afford another doctor here pulling the plug on another patient because of their personal problems."
She sighed over the phone. "That situation was really messy..." she trailed off.
He wondered what she was doing because there was ruffling on the other end. "Hold on," she said, almost in a hushed tone.
"Okay," he said, softly.
He sighed, heart slowing down its pace. His thoughts strayed back to what she stated regarding his addiction. He had never thought about it like that before. He just thought that he...loved sex.
The way she explained it to him though...
It was perfect, so right, that everything was beginning to make sense now. Maybe, subconsciously, he did know what it was about, but decided to ignore it for all these years now. It made so much sense to him now that she voiced the problem to him.
"I have to go, Syaoran. I'll see you on Thursday, okay?" she said quickly on the phone.
"Alright. Have a good day," he said with a sigh.
She bid him goodbye and they hung up.
Sighing again, he decided to drown himself in work to get his mind off her explanation for his behavior.
Syaoran sat in his parked car outside of Yamazaki's house, contemplating whether he should leave and forget the whole ordeal, or stay. He never told him if he would come or not, so it was not like he would be disappointing anyone by getting their hopes up high about his arrival.
There were several cars parked outside Yamazaki's house, and Syaoran began to wonder how Chiharu, his wife, had not noticed there would be a party thrown.
He ran a hand through his hair, pulling on it a bit hard to pull himself together mentally. Why did he let Sakura convince him to try and hang out with 'friends'?
This was all new to him. Even though he had known Yamazaki since high school, he never really hung out with him. Or maybe he did, but he just could not remember.
Yamazaki followed him around all the time, informed him about the latest gossips in school, even stories that seemed a bit unrealistic. He was even Syaoran's wingman, yet he offered Yamazaki no support in anything.
He sighed and then opened the door of his car, stepping out. He walked towards the house, heart beating hard against his chest. Would it be awkward for him? He did not even know the circle that Yamazaki associated himself with, aside from Eriol. Eriol and…maybe his wife?
He shook his head, lifting his fist and knocking on the door firmly.
The door opened immediately, revealing Yamazaki.
A wide grin spread across his face and he grabbed Syaoran, pulling him in. "Man! Is this really you in the flesh?" Yamazaki asked, pulling on his cheek.
Syaoran swatted his hands away, annoyed. "Well, I was driving by and..." He stopped, realizing his instinct to lie. "I decided to drop by," he said.
"I'm glad you could make it then," Yamazaki said, eyes closed. "You're pretty late, but everyone's in the back yard. The surprise was a success, though. My woman is happier than she's ever been in the last year."
He led Syaoran in the kitchen, to the back door. He opened the door, and Syaoran walked out; fresh, grilled food invading his nostrils.
All heads turned to him the moment he came out, causing an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Dr. Li?"
Syaoran looked in the direction of the familiar voice to see the man he grew to hate so fast.
"Dr. Akinari," he acknowledged the raven-haired man.
"You two know each other?" Yamazaki asked.
"Of course, they do," Eriol chimed in with a mischievous glint in his eyes behind the wired glasses.
Syaoran ignored the man, not wanting to get in a battle with him today. "He works at the hospital," Syaoran said.
"Yeah. This is a bit awkward, right?" Dr. Akinari said laughing.
"Well, let me formally introduce you to the others to avoid any more awkward shit like this," Yamazaki said.
"Don't treat him like you're his boss," Yamazaki murmured to him.
Syaoran shrugged. "Drop the formalities," he told Dr. Akinari.
"'Li' it is then."
Yamazaki introduced him to a woman named Naoko, who had short, brown hair that was cut into a bob with brown eyes. Another woman named Rika, who also had brown hair, but darker and brown eyes. He was also introduced to Tomoyo, who he already knew. Then he was introduced to the twins, Yamachu and Chiyo, as if they could appreciate a proper meeting.
"Where's Miharu?" Syaoran asked after he noticed the absent woman.
"Syaoran, you may have missed the wedding, but surely you're aware that she's no longer a Miharu anymore," Yamazaki said with a chuckle.
"You're going to throw that in my face for the rest of my life?" Syaoran asked, a small frown tugging on his lips.
"I mean, man, you missed the biggest day of my life. What do you expect me to do?"
"Understand that I'm a busy man."
Yamazaki shook his head, letting out a short laugh. "It's been three years. I'm not really still mad at you, but I did want you to be my best man."
"I know."
"Of course, you do. Anyway, she's upstairs with Kinomoto. She insisted that she didn't look 'appropriate' for the occasion, while begging to get free advice from our famous psychologist," Yamazaki said.
"K-Kinomoto?" Syaoran turned to said man.
Eriol smirked, nodding his head, as if he had something else in mind.
Syaoran decided to ignore it by brushing it off and engaging in conversation with the others in the room. He could not ignore his racing heart, and growing boner for long though. Just the mention of that woman's name sparked something in him. He should have known that she would be here, considering he had been the one to show her the way to Chiharu's room after the babies were born.
Other than that, everything was going great. He was able to avoid direct conversations with Akinari, even though he did not have much of an option. He even had conversation with Eriol. He could deal with Eriol any day over the other, though.
The Rika and Naoko women were cool, though Naoko seemed a bit weird. Aside from that bit of observation he picked up on with the women, he was having a good time being in the presence of normal people. By normal, that meant people who were not doctors like himself.
Though the women asked about his job, he still did not feel like a doctor at those moments. He felt like a normal person, giving information about his own knowledge of a subject. It was kind of nice.
"So, major headaches could mean anything?" Rika asked curiously.
"Well, in a way. It depends on—"
"So sorry to have kept you guys waiting," interrupted the voice that had been haunting Syaoran, from the staircase.
His head instantly snapped to its direction, heart racing at the sight.
She had on a pale, pink dress that had straps tied around her neck. It showed far too little cleavage for his eyes, but enough for the public eye. It fit tightly on her upper body, but flowed down to her knees gracefully.
It was a simple, innocent dress, but her appearance made it look like the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Then again, it could have just been her in general since she always did this to him.
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, praying that his erection would remain held down by the dark, denim jeans. It was becoming so uncomfortable the more he stared at her.
"Dr. Li?" her voice broke him out of the trance.
"Kinomoto Sakura. Li Syaoran," Yamazaki introduced them.
Sakura smiled at him, sending him a playful, wink before turning to Yamazaki. "He's onii-chan's doctor," Sakura told him.
"Oh! This is the doctor you were talking about?" Tomoyo said, giving her a knowing look.
Syaoran wondered what the look meant, but could not really care at the moment as Sakura's cheeks were stained with a blush.
Sakura's eyes narrowed at the woman, silently warning her to shush. "Anyway, wouldn't you say that I did a dazzling job on her, guys?"
Sakura motioned with her hands to Chiharu's appearance, but Syaoran could not really pay attention to anyone else in the room, but her.
She looked...
"You did great, Sakura," Akinari's voice praised Sakura's handy work.
Syaoran almost glared at the man as everyone in the room agreed with him.
The man was purposely trying to flatter her with the compliment.
Chiharu pecked Yamazaki's lips before pulling away from him with a smile. She walked over to her babies, accepting Chiyo from Rika who had been holding the little girl.
"I missed them so much today..." Chiharu said, smiling sadly, and then placing a kiss on the cooing baby's forehead. "Thank you, guys, so much..." she said, quietly.
There were tears brimming at the corner of her eyes as she stared at the baby. "You don't know how much this means to me. I've been so stressed lately with the babies, and my own health, and..." She sniffed, pulling the baby to her chest lovingly. "Thank you. You even got Li-san to come out..." Chiharu said, smiling at Yamazaki.
Yamazaki walked over to her and pressed his lips against hers lovingly in front of everyone. "You know that I want to keep you happy," he said, gently in her hair.
Syaoran looked away, even though everyone looked on in admiration. He felt like they were all intruding in on a private moment of the family.
After Yamazaki pulled back from her, he turned to everyone and gestured to the kitchen. "Well, why don't we feed our hunger? I don't know about you guys, but I'm starved," he said.
Everyone agreed, and Yamazaki took the babies from Chiharu and Naoko so the women could get their food first. They fixed their plates and settled themselves outside in the backyard at the table in the patio.
Syaoran could not take his eyes off Sakura even for a moment as she engaged herself in conversation with everyone in the house. He probably looked like a creep watching her every move, but he could not help it. She looked like she enjoyed life so much...
It was easy to see that she loved her friends too. How had he even missed out all these years of knowing her when she knew so many people that he did? He could not remember her being around those few times that he did come around them.
"Right, Dr. Li?"
He looked in the direction his name was being called, only to see that it was Sakura.
Dr. Li? Was she really calling him that again?
He looked her in the eyes, silently questioning why she called him that. "Yes?"
"How long did you say that Touya would be on bed rest again?"
Everyone's attention turned on him.
"U-uh...he should be able to leave in a few days. His tests results were fine, so he's good to go," he said, almost nervously.
"See? Nothing to worry about," Akinari whispered in her ear.
Syaoran's fists clenched under the table and looked away from their direction. He had already rehearsed over and over in his head that he would not act out today. He would be on his best behavior. Though, that was before he knew that these two would be here today. Together.
"That's good. You still haven't heard anything from your dad?" Chiharu asked, taking a bite out of her hamburger.
"Yes. He got here yesterday. As soon as he found out, he flew back even though he's in the middle of one of his projects," Sakura said.
Syaoran's brows knitted together, wondering if he met the man. He could not remember though.
"Everyone's doing great though, so there's nothing to worry about," Sakura said with a smile, waving her hand nonchalantly as if it was nothing.
"What about you, Sakura-chan?" Rika asked, almost sadly.
"I'm fine. How did this conversation suddenly turn towards me? This is Chiharu and the twin's day," she said, a forced laugh following after it.
Everyone at the table had sympathetic looks on their faces, except Syaoran, who was confused by the sudden shift in mood. When he looked in Sakura's direction, her eyes were downcast.
There was a strong tug at his heart, longing to get rid of whatever she was feeling right now.
The longing in his heart left as fast as it came the moment he saw Akinari's hand drop under the table, no doubt, in her lap to grab her hand.
Syaoran had to swallow the daggers down his throat before he decided to throw them at the two. He looked around the table, steam nearly rising from his body as he wondered why anyone at the table would feel sympathetic for her kind.
"Well, if she says she's fine, then she's fine. Let's move on to Eriol now. How's the advertisement for the new products selling?" Akinari asked, causing Syaoran's stomach to churn in disgust.
"Oh, yeah! You haven't told us about that yet," Chiharu said.
The others agreed, dragging the attention away from Sakura as Eriol began to go into details about the advertisement of the new products.
Syaoran could not focus on the conversation, though. That man still had his hands on what Syaoran believes he had claimed first. What made matters worse was, she was not pulling away from his vile touch, even while she laughed and engaged in conversation with everyone. How could she just go out with him a few days ago and pretend that she was enjoying his company, while letting another show her this much affection?
He forgot what she really was because of one stupid outing. The more he thought about it, the more he began to feel bitter about the time they spent together in the restaurant. It made him feel sick, nearly making him hurl his insides.
He was beginning to grow tired of this "not knowing" stuff. He wanted to know if they were a thing, or even if they were just fucking. He wanted answers to so many things, but information on these two were what he really needed. Now.
He did not think he could stay another minute in their presence together. Causing a scene was not something he wanted right now, but how would he find out what he needed to know without showing how he felt about it?
His fists clenched under the table, restraining himself from jumping across the table. He just wanted to grab her from across the table and fuck her brains out in front of her friends to show them that he had claims on her first.
Did that make him insane? Maybe, but that thought sure as hell turned him on more than normal.
"Li-kun, would you mind being in her team?" Tomoyo asked, looking at him strangely.
"W-what?" he stuttered, caught off guard by that question. He had just been fantasizing about taking her friend in front of them.
"Sakura's. We're about to play the game, remember?" Tomoyo said.
"Uh...sure," he said, playing along.
'When had this little surprise party had become about games?' was the question that he really wanted to ask, but decided not to.
"Okay, so there are two items of each object. A baby bottle, pacifier, diaper, wipes, and one bib. I'm choosing a fifth item to avoid tiebreakers. You know what they say about teams who get in tiebreakers, right?" Yamazaki asked everyone.
The majority shook their heads, while the other few looked uninterested about it.
"If you think about the origin of the Germanic, old English words tigan and tiegan, they mean to connect or bind. Those words are how tie became to be so, people who get in tiebreakers are somehow genetically connected and bound to each other because they have the same skills and thinking patterns. Some would even say that they're twins in another life," he explained, almost with a straight face.
Syaoran's brows scrunched together, wondering if that was true. Out of all the years of schooling and research, he never heard that before.
Guess you learn something new every day.
"Really?" Sakura asked, almost in awe.
"Of course, Sakura. I learned that back in England from one of my culture classes in undergrad school," Eriol said, smiling.
"Sugoi!" Sakura said in amazement. "I wonder if any of us are genetically connected. Well, other than Tomoyo and I."
Tomoyo smiled at Sakura, ready to respond before they were interrupted by Yamazaki yelping.
"He's bullshitting you all," Chiharu said, removing her hand from Yamazaki's head.
"So, it's not true?" Syaoran was the first to ask, feeling a bit fooled himself.
That was the first time that he opened his mouth since they were in the kitchen earlier.
"Of course, it is—"
"Let's start with the game," Chiharu interrupted Yamazaki before he could further explain.
Syaoran never knew when he should or should not believe that boy because sometimes he tells the truth, while other times he does not. Somehow, he always found himself believing everything that the man told him though, as crazy as it sounded.
Yamazaki explained the rest of the game, warning them that the babies' room was off-limits for obvious reasons. They were now on the search for the baby items, but Syaoran had something else in mind.
Sakura did most of the searching, while he followed behind silently, trying to figure out a way to bring up what had been bothering him.
"Are you just not interested in winning the prize?" she suddenly asked, while looking under the bed on her hands and knees.
There was no way that he could pay attention to what she was saying while bending down like that, though. He could not see under her dress, but he sure as hell did not have to for his mind to strip the dress from her body in a blink of an eye.
He could already feel himself inside of her while she held herself up on her hands and knees as he drove into her hard and fast.
His eyes slowly run up the length of her body to her head of auburn hair. Why was it so easy to already feel the soft locks between his fingers, him tugging at it while landing a slap to her ass with the other, as he relentlessly fucked her?
"Sy—" She stopped, looking him in the eyes, almost innocently.
He blinked once, snapping himself out of the lust-filled haze. The images would not disappear though, so he could not concentrate on his surroundings.
"A-are you okay?" she asked nervously, standing from the floor. When he remained silent, she started fidgeting. Her eyes darted a bit around the room. After a short while, she walked over to the closet door, opened it and went inside.
He could tell that she was nervous, which only thrilled him. He followed her to the closet, closing the door behind him silently.
When she turned around, she jumped, shocked by his presence in the closet. "God, you can't sneak up on me like that, Syaoran," she said with a forced laugh, hand resting over her chest.
"S-Sakura..." he stuttered, walking towards her.
"Syaoran," she said in a disapproving, warning tone. It always seemed like she knew what he wanted.
"But I—"
"No. I don't want to hear any buts," she scolded.
"You look so fucking hot right now, and—"
"That does not mean that you should resort to this." She motioned to his advances towards her.
"Then answer my question," he demanded.
She looked at him, confused. "What question?" she asked, calmly.
"Are you fucking that..." His fists clenched, voice unable to speak the man's name. "Sakura, you have to tell me if you are…you are fucking that…"
"Syaoran," she called softly. "Why does it even matter?"
He glared at her, furious that she still hesitates to tell him this. "It's a fucking yes or no question—"
"That isn't any of your business," she retorted. "Now...let's get back to the game because I would love to win that prize."
She offered him a kind smile, and then stepped to the side, but he blocked her from leaving. Before she could even take a breath, he had her pressed against the closet wall.
"Please, Sakura..." he begged. "Just tell me...why can you let him fuck you, but not me?"
She struggled against him a little. He could sense her discomfort as he noticed a plastic hanger pressing into her bare, shoulder.
"Syaoran—" She gasped, hands flying to his chest the moment his head dipped down between her neck, and began kissing.
"I'm better than him. I can make you feel ten times better than he ever will..." he said against her skin, licking it lightly.
"S-Syaoran," she called, pushing against him, almost weakly.
He could tell that she wanted this just as much as he did. Her body felt hot, her face was flushed; and from the way he had his thigh pressed against her heat, he could almost feel her arousal over the thin fabric of clothing. Or maybe this was all his imagination. He could not tell anymore.
"I can make you come so many times that every other guy in your eyes will be ruined," he said huskily against her skin, letting his hands fall down to her waist. He grasped her hips and pulled her against his own, nearly rubbing his erection directly on her heat.
A breathy moan slipped passed her closed lips. Even so, she pushed against him still. It was clear as day how much she wanted it now, but he could not understand why she was resisting this strong, inescapable pull between them.
"S-Syaoran," she said protesting, but almost in moan.
It nearly made him jizz all over himself. "One time, let me show you how to feel like a woman," he said, his hips rocking into hers a little faster and harder now, causing the right amount of friction for them both.
"Syaoran—we can't—especially here!" she said in a frustrated tone, pushing against him harder now.
He stopped, realizing how adamantly serious she was about this situation. With all his mental strength, he removed his hips from hers, but kept his firm grip on her waist. He may have been in a lustful trance right now, but he would not dare take a woman against her will. That was never in his forte.
"Why? Why, Sakura?" he said, spitting her name with so much distaste.
He could not understand why she was doing this to him. No, he did know, but he did not know why she would. Sure, she cared about her job, but surely not as much as her own needs, right?
"I-I don't want t—"
"That's a damn lie. I... you..." He stopped, dipping his head down, ready to close the gap between their lips.
"Sy—"
"I'm surprised no one's looked in here," they heard a voice in the room say.
Syaoran paused, eyes shooting open, staring into the emerald pair that was wide like saucers.
They heard the distinct voice say something else that their ears could not register, but Syaoran knew who the voice belonged to. After all, it was the voice of a man's that his heart holds so much hatred for.
Unconsciously, his body pressed further into hers rigidly, leaving no space between them as an image of the man walking in on them in such a compromising position crossed his mind.
Sakura's head was the first to turn towards the closet door, but his ears were the first to register the footsteps that are getting closer and closer…
Until it happened.
The knob of the closet door began to turn…
A/N: Whew! 1 day off, but I still got a chapter out this week:). Thank you guys so so much for the reviews!
The first thing that I should've said in this authors note was thank you to my beta theDeviantme, so major thanks to theDeviantme for beta-ing this chapter! I kid you all not, this chapter would not be coming out right now if I didn't have her. It's hard finding time these days lately, and she is wiling to find time to read over the mistakes I make and correct them for me. I don't know how much I could thank her!
Anyway, I know that I said that I would be able to post a tone on my break, which is this upcoming week, but I'm not so sure anymore. I have eight papers that are due as soon as I get back, along with work...I might as well just kill myself, right? Lol. But no, I'm going to try and find time, despite the fact that I have a ton of my family over :). I got off work pretty late tonight, so I'm extremely tired(3am right now). I have to get up tomorrow morning to go right back to work, and then follow up with going to my sister's baby shower afterwards.
One can only imagine that I'm going to K.O. any minute right now :P.
Ja ne!