-Prologue-
It's been such a long time. It seems as if Card Captor Sakura was only a distant memory. But then I am shaken from such thoughts as I focus on the book that holds my stack of Sakura cards. Over half a decade has passed since then; I am now in my high school years. I believe high school has brought many changes into my life; Syaoran and I are attending an international school in South Korea. You see, we didn't want to favour one's country over another, so we decided to reside in a halfway point. Of course, Tomoyo and Eriol accompanied us. Eriol had been "nice" enough to stay with us instead of returning to Europe; however, we all know that he made such a decision on the assurance that only he would be occupying Tomoyo's attention.
I had been content. I just wish it hadn't ended so abruptly.
-1-
"Hey, Li-kun! Wait for me!" Sakura shouted as she struggled to catch up with Syaoran.
"Watch-" Syaoran began. Sakura, bike and all, crashed to the ground. "-out...!" he finished. Immediately halting his own bicycle, he rushed to Sakura. He helped her push her bike to the side and inspected her knee, where blood had already began to appear. "Are you okay? It doesn't seem like a deep wound."
"Yea, I'm okay. Help me up," she replied.
"What? No, you can't walk!" Syaoran burst out, startling her. Without giving Sakura a chance to protest, he lifted her off the ground and proceeded to carry her back to her apartment.
"Li-kun, put me down," Sakura whispered in an alarmed voice. "People are staring!"
"No."
"Li Syaoran!"
"No."
"But-"
"No," he again stated, cutting her off. "Stop arguing with me."
Sakura crossed her arms and attempted to glare at Syaoran. "You're not being fair."
Syaoran stopped walking and gazed at her face. Feeling the intensity of his look, Sakura turned away as her face became an interesting shade of crimson. "Sakura," he finally said, though quietly, "let me take care of you. I don't want you to be hurting."
Sakura slowly turned her head, allowing her eyes to meet with his. Feeling inexplicably happy as well as awed, Sakura gently kissed Syaoran on the cheek. "Thank you," she murmured.
His cheeks instantly growing hot, Syaoran changed the subject. "Let's... Let's get you back home. For your knee. Because it's-it's bleeding." Sakura smiled at his embarrassment.
For approximately ten minutes, Syaoran hurried to Sakura's apartment with Sakura in his arms. At arrival, he delicately placed her on the couch; then, at Sakura's directions, Syaoran ran marathons around the apartment searching for paper towels, cotton balls, disinfectant, healing cream, and bandages. Sakura did not own a first-aid kit.
After successfully patching her up, Syaoran glanced at the time. "We're late."
"Simple. Short. Obvious."
"Is that any way to speak to someone who just saved your life?"
"Oh, so you've saved my life?" Sakura laughed.
"Well, your knee. Same thing."
"Okay, I am very sorry, Li Syaoran," she giggled. "I am indebted to you forever. You are my saviour!"
"Now, you're just being humourously sarcastic."
"And you're naturally sarcastic!" she returned. Then, without thinking, she exclaimed, "We're so perfect for each other!" Seconds later, realizing what she had just blurted out, Sakura turned completely red, and she began to laugh nervously.
"Uhm, hehe, you're right, Li-kun," she remarked, "we are going to be late for school!"
It's been such a long time. It seems as if Card Captor Sakura was only a distant memory. But then I am shaken from such thoughts as I focus on the book that holds my stack of Sakura cards. Over half a decade has passed since then; I am now in my high school years. I believe high school has brought many changes into my life; Syaoran and I are attending an international school in South Korea. You see, we didn't want to favour one's country over another, so we decided to reside in a halfway point. Of course, Tomoyo and Eriol accompanied us. Eriol had been "nice" enough to stay with us instead of returning to Europe; however, we all know that he made such a decision on the assurance that only he would be occupying Tomoyo's attention.
I had been content. I just wish it hadn't ended so abruptly.
-1-
"Hey, Li-kun! Wait for me!" Sakura shouted as she struggled to catch up with Syaoran.
"Watch-" Syaoran began. Sakura, bike and all, crashed to the ground. "-out...!" he finished. Immediately halting his own bicycle, he rushed to Sakura. He helped her push her bike to the side and inspected her knee, where blood had already began to appear. "Are you okay? It doesn't seem like a deep wound."
"Yea, I'm okay. Help me up," she replied.
"What? No, you can't walk!" Syaoran burst out, startling her. Without giving Sakura a chance to protest, he lifted her off the ground and proceeded to carry her back to her apartment.
"Li-kun, put me down," Sakura whispered in an alarmed voice. "People are staring!"
"No."
"Li Syaoran!"
"No."
"But-"
"No," he again stated, cutting her off. "Stop arguing with me."
Sakura crossed her arms and attempted to glare at Syaoran. "You're not being fair."
Syaoran stopped walking and gazed at her face. Feeling the intensity of his look, Sakura turned away as her face became an interesting shade of crimson. "Sakura," he finally said, though quietly, "let me take care of you. I don't want you to be hurting."
Sakura slowly turned her head, allowing her eyes to meet with his. Feeling inexplicably happy as well as awed, Sakura gently kissed Syaoran on the cheek. "Thank you," she murmured.
His cheeks instantly growing hot, Syaoran changed the subject. "Let's... Let's get you back home. For your knee. Because it's-it's bleeding." Sakura smiled at his embarrassment.
For approximately ten minutes, Syaoran hurried to Sakura's apartment with Sakura in his arms. At arrival, he delicately placed her on the couch; then, at Sakura's directions, Syaoran ran marathons around the apartment searching for paper towels, cotton balls, disinfectant, healing cream, and bandages. Sakura did not own a first-aid kit.
After successfully patching her up, Syaoran glanced at the time. "We're late."
"Simple. Short. Obvious."
"Is that any way to speak to someone who just saved your life?"
"Oh, so you've saved my life?" Sakura laughed.
"Well, your knee. Same thing."
"Okay, I am very sorry, Li Syaoran," she giggled. "I am indebted to you forever. You are my saviour!"
"Now, you're just being humourously sarcastic."
"And you're naturally sarcastic!" she returned. Then, without thinking, she exclaimed, "We're so perfect for each other!" Seconds later, realizing what she had just blurted out, Sakura turned completely red, and she began to laugh nervously.
"Uhm, hehe, you're right, Li-kun," she remarked, "we are going to be late for school!"