A/N: I've decided that since I'm on Summer Break I can stay up for ungodly amounts of time writing fics. Anyways, since I'm winging it I can't leave a very good A/N this time. I can tell you that somebody gets sick again...what's a Cardcaptor to do? And though she's captured the Rage Card, could there be something more sinister causing these mishaps? Will Syaoran and Sakura finally admit their feelings for each other? And does Tomoyo have something to say to Sakura as well...ooh! The scandal! In this part of my fic, Syaoran has a heart-to-heart with Tomoyo. Enjoy! And, as always, all comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Sakura's head was resting on Syaoran's shoulder when the chocolate eyes opened the next morning. He looked at the tired girl hutched next to him, and sighed. He was awfully sore. The memories came flooding back to him, and he clapped a hand over his mouth.
"I am going to be ill," he moaned, rolling out of bed. Staggering into Sakura's bathroom, he retched into the toilet just as his hands clutched the cool fiberglass of the bowl. He shook his bangs from his eyes, washed out his mouth, and returned to the bedroom.
Sakura made him want to cry. Bruised and banged up, sleeping there all by herself, gave Syaoran the impression that the Rage Card, seeing Meiling so abused, and seeing him be flung through the air like a rag doll had broken her. He sat down cross-legged on her bed and just looked at her. Gently, almost shyly, he lifted her into his arms and held her against him, her legs looped over his and her chin on his shoulder. Having her so close to him made him feel so whole.
He buried his nose in her hair. She smelled good; like strawberries, or peaches, or-
Cherries. She'd been aptly named, or used cherry-scented shampoo. He thought the smell suited her. He rested his cheek on top of her head. The door opened a crack, and Tomoyo entered silently. She handed Syaoran a cup of sweet tea, and the two sat in silence. Finally, he gathered enough courage to speak.
"Tomoyo-"
"H'm?"
"D'you- d'you think Sakura likes me?"
"Why, what a silly question. You're one of her best friends." Syaoran shook his head.
"No, not like that. I mean- what I'm trying to say is-er," he trailed off miserably, searching for the words to say. He looked piteously at Tomoyo. She smiled a little.
"Does she love you, like romantically? Yes, she does. It's really quite plain to see. Just like it's plain you're head-over-heels for her." His face burned crimson. She giggled. "Oh, I think it's wonderful. It's just-" she frowned and became more serious. "It's just that she's so wonderful, I don't want to lose her to a boy. I love her so much, you know. And she loves me. But I know," Tomoyo paused, chewing on her lip, "that if she were to fall in love with a boy, she'd leave me all by myself." Syaoran looked at Tomoyo, bewilderment on his face.
"You can't think that, Tomoyo! You're Sakura's best friend and she loves you dearly. She'd never do that."
"That's what her mother did to mine."
"That's ridiculous. I don't believe you."
"It's true."
He frowned. "Listen, Tomoyo, I don't care about what Sakura's mom did to yours a long time ago- what I'm telling you is that Sakura would never do that to her best friend. She'd never, never ever. I know it. It's one of the things I love about her." His grip had grown tighter in Sakura's hair. She stirred restlessly. Tomoyo looked at him and smiled.
"Look, I have to go. But I'll remember it. And Syaoran?"
"H'm?"
"Tell her how you feel. Or you'll regret it for as long as you both shall live." Tomoyo shut the door, and Syaoran's tears of confusion fell softly into Sakura's hair.
As Tomoyo walked down the hall, she was seized by a coughing fit. She put both hands to her mouth as the hacking grew increasingly violent. Blood spattered thickly onto her hands. She cried out for help, but no one could hear her silent wail.
Sakura's head was resting on Syaoran's shoulder when the chocolate eyes opened the next morning. He looked at the tired girl hutched next to him, and sighed. He was awfully sore. The memories came flooding back to him, and he clapped a hand over his mouth.
"I am going to be ill," he moaned, rolling out of bed. Staggering into Sakura's bathroom, he retched into the toilet just as his hands clutched the cool fiberglass of the bowl. He shook his bangs from his eyes, washed out his mouth, and returned to the bedroom.
Sakura made him want to cry. Bruised and banged up, sleeping there all by herself, gave Syaoran the impression that the Rage Card, seeing Meiling so abused, and seeing him be flung through the air like a rag doll had broken her. He sat down cross-legged on her bed and just looked at her. Gently, almost shyly, he lifted her into his arms and held her against him, her legs looped over his and her chin on his shoulder. Having her so close to him made him feel so whole.
He buried his nose in her hair. She smelled good; like strawberries, or peaches, or-
Cherries. She'd been aptly named, or used cherry-scented shampoo. He thought the smell suited her. He rested his cheek on top of her head. The door opened a crack, and Tomoyo entered silently. She handed Syaoran a cup of sweet tea, and the two sat in silence. Finally, he gathered enough courage to speak.
"Tomoyo-"
"H'm?"
"D'you- d'you think Sakura likes me?"
"Why, what a silly question. You're one of her best friends." Syaoran shook his head.
"No, not like that. I mean- what I'm trying to say is-er," he trailed off miserably, searching for the words to say. He looked piteously at Tomoyo. She smiled a little.
"Does she love you, like romantically? Yes, she does. It's really quite plain to see. Just like it's plain you're head-over-heels for her." His face burned crimson. She giggled. "Oh, I think it's wonderful. It's just-" she frowned and became more serious. "It's just that she's so wonderful, I don't want to lose her to a boy. I love her so much, you know. And she loves me. But I know," Tomoyo paused, chewing on her lip, "that if she were to fall in love with a boy, she'd leave me all by myself." Syaoran looked at Tomoyo, bewilderment on his face.
"You can't think that, Tomoyo! You're Sakura's best friend and she loves you dearly. She'd never do that."
"That's what her mother did to mine."
"That's ridiculous. I don't believe you."
"It's true."
He frowned. "Listen, Tomoyo, I don't care about what Sakura's mom did to yours a long time ago- what I'm telling you is that Sakura would never do that to her best friend. She'd never, never ever. I know it. It's one of the things I love about her." His grip had grown tighter in Sakura's hair. She stirred restlessly. Tomoyo looked at him and smiled.
"Look, I have to go. But I'll remember it. And Syaoran?"
"H'm?"
"Tell her how you feel. Or you'll regret it for as long as you both shall live." Tomoyo shut the door, and Syaoran's tears of confusion fell softly into Sakura's hair.
As Tomoyo walked down the hall, she was seized by a coughing fit. She put both hands to her mouth as the hacking grew increasingly violent. Blood spattered thickly onto her hands. She cried out for help, but no one could hear her silent wail.