Thank you for reviewing! Here's the promised third chapter, sorry for the cliffhanger in the second chpater but I JUST had to put it! Thank you for reading this and don't forget to review! Please!
Kiss
Chapter Three: Final Game
A fanfiction by Kyo
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"I'm sure you can beat them, Syaoran. I don't see why you are so angry." Sakura chided gently. She guided him toward the field.
"It's just that... agh! I hate it so much when they try to control my life like that!" Syaoran complained.
"I know what do you mean. But, just go there and play your best. You always do, so there will be no problem!" Sakura said cheerfully.
"Oh OK. Only because you asked for it." Syaoran said. He was about to start running toward where his teammates stood, but Sakura didn't let go of his arm. He turned around with a puzzled look in his handsome amber eyes.
Sakura smiled impishly up at him. "Where is my kiss?" She asked cutely.
Syaoran smiled and pulled her to his arms. Sakura willingly let get herself being pulled. Syaoran leaned closer to her lips at a torturing slow speed. He brushed his lips to hers. He felt her shiver pleasantly at his tender ministrations. He smiled and deepened the kiss. Sakura didn't want to let him go, he tried to pull away several times, when he heard his name being called by his teammates, but Sakura didn't let go of his lips.
"Wish me good luck." He whispered in her ear. He reluctantly let go of her.
She smiled.
"Good Luck!" She called when he was already running toward the field.
Sakura walked toward her teammates, who were waiting for her with a dreamy look on their eyes. They had obviously been looking at them when they had kissed. Sakura sighed.
"Ok girls! Let's play!" Sakura called when she was over the platform.
"Which music, Captain?" One girl asked. Sakura stood thinking for a second, then she had a magnificent idea.
"Digital Love by Daft Punk." Sakura said simply. Many smiled at her choice of music.
Chiharu was the one that was smiling the most. That was her favorite song. It was sooo romantic. And the music video was the greatest, to say the least. "Okay, then. Let's start!" Chiharu urged. All girls nodded and took their positions.
The game was about to start. Eriol, being the commentator, was in charge of saying when.
"Okay, minna-san! Want to start already!?" The players were now in their positions and the two captains were about to throw the coin.
Syaoran walked toward the center of the field, where the other Captain and the referee stood. He studied the other Captain carefully. He was well built, a little taller than he was. He had fierce eyes that seemed to search everything. He had a disturbing grin on his lips, as if he was enjoying something only he knew about. He stood very proud and looked directly into the eyes. Syaoran returned the stare. Konda Kogitsune was the first one to look away.
"What do you ask for?" The referee asked Kogitsune, since he was the visitor.
"Heads." He said dryly, now looking at the referee with that disturbing look and grin. The referee flipped the coin under the stare of the strange Japanese boy.
The coin flew in the air and landed directly over the hand of the referee. He looked at it. "Tails. Home takes the ball."
"Damn!" Kogitsune cursed. Syaoran couldn't keep in the satisfied smirk that came to his lips. Kogitsune saw this, and felt his blood boil. Something in the boy made him feel inferior, and that he didn't like.
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Sakura watched in awe the game. Tomoyo had been right. Tokyo High players played dirty. She didn't like that. They were so rude! They almost hit Syaoran directly on the face twice! Of course the young warrior dodged almost unconsciously, causing awed gasps from many members of the crowd. Sakura had seen him do that type of him for half her life, but it still amazed her. A new song was starting. Digital Love by Daft Punk, they had decided to leave it for afterwards, during the game, when everyone could hear it.
Her cheerleading uniform consisted on a mid-thigh white skirt with dark forest green trimming it. Her shirt had no sleeves and was white too, the same green trimmed the neck, and every other limit of the cloth. It accentuated the cheerleaders' curves and forms perfectly.
The song's beat started... first slowly, softly...
Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
It looked like everyone was having fun
The kind of feeling I waited so long...
The cheerleaders danced to the beat to the song, kicking her legs in the sky and doing splits. Once in a while, one of them would shout "Go! Seijou!" but everything Sakura shouted was "Go! Syaoran! Go!" Just like she had done infinite times, even before they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rythem gets stronger
There's nothing wrong its just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long
Syaoran tried not to distract himself with the cheers of his girlfriend. It felt good to know she only cheered for him. The Little Wolf ran with the ball at his feet, watching out for Konda Kogitsune, who had proved to be quite a rival. The warrior felt excited about it all, it was hard for him to find a worthy rival these days, ever since the Cards had been sealed and transformed.
The time is right to put my arms around you
Your feeling right, you wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shinning sun
Before I know it this dream was all gone
Kogitsune followed his rival through the field. He had to admit the guy was quite fast. And he was very resistant, he showed no signs of getting tired, even when the game was quite advanced already. None of them had gotten a goal yet. It was frustrating for him. And with the Seijou cheerleaders dancing like that... he wondered how the other players could concentrate.
Oww, I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true
Eriol smirked. He could sense Kogitsune's frustration. Not landing a goal yet and Li Syaoran way beyond him... not an easy thing to bear. "Our team's captain's having fun with the ball!" Eriol commentated almost evilly. Syaoran was just crossing the middle field, the ball secure on his feet. "And he crosses the middle field, he's approaching to the zone! All of you who had seen him play know that once he is the zone is almost impossible to stop him from getting a nice quick goal!" He said through the mike. His voice reverberated through the stadium-like field.
Oww, I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true
He grinned to his girlfriend, who was videotaping the whole scene. Tomoyo looked like she was having fun. She squealed in delight once in a while, all the time videotaping her best friend and her boyfriend. It was a really weird scene to see. The student president was videotaping the event, too?
Syaoran smirked smugly, breathing evenly, even when he had run all the way from his area to the zone. He could already see the goal, and there was no one stopping him. Tokyo High wasn't as good as they claimed to be. He looked around with searching eyes, looking for a back-up, or in any case, any member of the other team that was trying to stop him. His smirk broadened when he found none. He raced full speed toward the goal. The goalie had a totally scared look on his face.
Syaoran faked a shoot to his right, the goalie fell for it. Syaoran quickly changed position and he shot to the left. The ball went straight to the net.
Why don't you play the game
"And it's a g~o~a~l for home!!!!!!!!" Eriol shouted trough his microphone. Tomoyo, in her excitement, hugged Eriol and kissed his lips, silencing him immediately.
Why don't you play the game
"Yeah!" Syaoran shouted as he ran trough the field. He stopped at the cheerleading platform, where Sakura was already waiting for him. "That's my Little Wolf!" Sakura shouted over the crowd's cheers. Only the cheerleaders and Syaoran heard this, though. Syaoran blushed pink on his cheeks as he smiled shyly, looking up at her out of the corner of his eyes.
Sakura thought he looked absolutely cute! Kawaii! Zutto! Sakura returned the smile and motioned him to come closer. He was much lower than her since she was still standing on the platform and he was on the floor. Syaoran took a very willing step forward. Sakura smirked as an idea popped on in her mind.
She jumped from the platform to his arms.
She caught him by surprise. He caught her with a look of shock on his face. He wasn't prepared for her doing that, so he lost his balance and landed on his back, Sakura on top of him.
The cheerleaders were the first ones to notice the incident, and they couldn't keep from laughing. Soon, everybody was looking at them with smirks on their faces.
Syaoran caught the falling sorceress and softened her fall with his body. Sakura giggled breathlessly while Syaoran smiled up at her. She leaned closer to his face and gave him an Eskimo kiss. She brushed her nose lightly to his. Syaoran's smile broadened as he raised his face and caught her lips on his. He had his arms on her back, very protectively.
Sakura felt her eyes close on their own, she didn't stop them. She concentrated her full being on the sensation of his lips on hers. She moved her hands from his chest and put them above his head, partially supporting her weight on them.
Syaoran was enjoying the kiss so much, he was tempted to roll on his back to be on top of her. Good think he didn't...
Sakura heard a whirling sound on her ears.
She froze.
She had heard that sound long enough to recognize it. She let go of his lips and looked around awkwardly, only to find herself face to face with...
A video camera.
But not any video camera.
Tomoyo wasn't the one behind that camera lens... it was a real cameraman... but that wasn't the worst part.
Sakura looked up, panic-stricken. There, on the big TV screen, was the image of her and Syaoran... kissing.
Sakura blushed beet red. When Syaoran found out why was she blushing, he, too, blushed... even redder than her, but thanked Kami-sama he hadn't done what he was tempted to.
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Konda Kogitsune kicked the earth hard. How dare he!? How dare he!? He made a perfect goal! In front of my nose! I won't let him! Next time he tries... he's dead. Konda was so mad, that his eyes were on fire and he seemed to hurt everything that he came near to. He had kicked and wrecked a bench, bend a fence and almost punched one of his teammates. The worst part is that he is mocking me! He is mocking me! He kissed the girl, in front of everybody! He is telling me: See? I won! You got no chance. Stupid brat! I'll show him!
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Syaoran was still a bit red from the earlier events. That would no doubt go into the school paper, he felt like being sucked up by earth and never returning again. Well, not that much. Kissing Sakura was worth it, even if he made a fool of himself in front of all the school. Good thing there hadn't been tongue, or he would have heard the end of it. Which reminded him.
Why is Konda glaring at me like that? It's only a goal, is not like I kicked his face and made a goal with his head. Syaoran thought. He glared back at the boy. He was not giving up a glare fight. He had had enough practice with Sakura's Onii-chan, so he was sure to win each and every of them.
He positioned himself on his spot, next to Yamazaki. Tokyo had the ball... for now.
The referee made the signal, and all the players started moving. For some strange reason Kogitsune was smirking a very disturbing smile. Syaoran glared at him.
They were facing each other, Syaoran was trying to get the ball from Kogitsune, but he had it secure at his feet. Konda's smirk was getting in Syaoran's nerves. It reminded him of Eriol's smile, but this was even more evil. He frowned. This guy was obviously planning something, if not, he wouldn't be smiling like that, apparently not worrying of the fact that Syaoran didn't let him go back, nor forward.
He suddenly kicked the ball hard. Syaoran immediately followed it with his eyes, running after it. The direction of the ball intrigued him the most, it was going far to high, and far to hard to be a simple pass. It had to be something else.
It hit him like a sack-full of bricks.
The ball was going directly to Sakura.
It was going to hit her.
Syaoran ran at top speed. Damn Konda! He's going to pay after this! He did it on purpose! He was not going to make it, and Sakura still hadn't noticed in the danger she was. Soccer balls hit hard. Real hard. Enough to knock a person unconscious, and worse if it hit in the head.
Syaoran ran harder. He was going to make it, no matter what. He was not going to let Sakura get hit. Maybe he was going to make it, maybe yes.
Three meters before he arrived to the cheerleading platform, he jumped. The ball was almost there. Everything seemed to be running in slow motion.
He was in the air, using all his strength to jump higher. He raised his foot with all the strength and quickness he was capable of.
He made it.
He kept the ball from hitting Sakura, just mere centimeters away form her face, but...
"AAAAAHHHH!" Syaoran screamed in pain as he landed. A loud "Crunch!" Was heard when he landed his right foot on the grass covered ground, making almost everyone wince in sympathetic pain. He fell with a "Thump!" to the ground. Sakura jumped off the platform, and in an instant she was by his side. The soccer ball forgotten a few meters away.
"Syaoran!!!" Sakura cried, worried. "Are you okay?" She asked. Stupid question. She thought. Syaoran had his eyes closed, his face contorted in a painful expression. People were surrounding them, blocking the sunlight from his face. "Move away!" Sakura hissed to them, the fear for her boyfriend making her more determined.
"Ugh!" Syaoran complained, when he tried to move, another groan of pain escaped his throat. Sakura looked at him with a very concerned and worried expression. "Syaoran? Where does it hurt?" Sakura asked, pressing her hand to his cheek and looking at his face. The pain was still written all over his face.
Syaoran tried to open his eyes when he heard the voice of his girlfriend. "My foot, and my back, a little." He replied to her previous question. "Can you walk?" She asked uncertainly. Somehow she felt like she was back to her Card Capturing days, when this happened almost all the time.
"I think so." As he said so, he tried to get up, pulling hard on Sakura, who supported him without much effort. When he finally got on his feet, he was sweating and panting, endless pangs of pain nearly overwhelmed his nerves. He was leaning hard on Sakura, he had an arm around her shoulders and she had her arm around his waist.
Syaoran shot a glare to the crowd that had formed around them. He inspected each one of them with the same glare, apparently looking for someone.
He didn't spot him somewhere near.
Sakura, sensing what he wanted to do, pulled him back, knowing that he wasn't in conditions to seek for the culprit of his pain, and guilty of trying to hurt Sakura.
"No, Syaoran. You are hurt, you are not going to look for him." Sakura insisted. Syaoran couldn't fight her back, since he couldn't even stand on both feet.
"Looks like the captain of Seijou High is hurt!" Eriol announced to the crowd through the microphone. "And they are a player short! They can't play with all the players! Will Seijou loose by foul?" Eriol wondered what could they do. They couldn't let Seijou loose by a foul! Li Syaoran would never forgive him! And with all reason, after all, he had pulled him into this. He watched the two Card Captors as they were walking toward the benches.
Sakura had been able to keep Syaoran seated on a chair, where a doctor was seeing his foot. He kept shooting glares at the poor doctor who was only trying to do his job, but Syaoran had to get rid of his frustration someway...
Sakura was standing right on his back. Her hands on his shoulders, as she searched the field for the culprit of the accident. Now Sakura knew exactly what Tomoyo had said about Tokyo High never being really in the rules but never outside, either. She could almost see Konda's victory smirk. She shuddered at the thought of him kissing her. She was very aware that they were a player short, and needed a replace or they would loose by foul. She shuddered again.
Syaoran, feeling her shudder, looked up at her. "I'm not letting him kiss you." He said firmly, taking her hand in his. Sakura looked down at him almost surprised. "How did you know I was thinking about that?" She asked him with wide eyes.
He shrugged. "Call it 'boyfriend intuition.'" He said with a smirk.
"But, how are you going to stop him? I mean, all the school heard the announcement! We can't just back off!" Sakura said desperately, the only thought of kissing him made her say "Eww!"
Syaoran frowned in concentration, there should be a way to win this match. Think, Syaoran, think! He urged himself.
"It's done." The doctor suddenly spoke. Syaoran and Sakura looked down to see his foot bandaged with an ice package over it. "It's not so bad, but you won't be able to play for a few days. And you better get a crutch, you'll need it." He said as he walked away, murmuring something about ungrateful little brats.
"Kuzo!" Syaoran cursed. The least thing he needed right now was a crutch. Sakura slapped him in the back of the head. "Stop cursing!" She chided. "Already thought of something?" She asked him, leaning her chin on his shoulder.
"Well... It's an idea." He said, an almost evil smile on his lips. Sakura looked puzzled at him. "What?" She asked. Everything to keep Konda from nearing her lips.
"We could get Eriol to play." He finally said. Sakura smirked an identical smile as his. She nodded, almost eagerly. "He's good enough, and he owes us for getting us into this." Syaoran reasoned. Sakura agreed wholeheartedly, taking advantage of the position she was in she kissed his neck, Syaoran looked at her with a surprised smile, and caught her lips with his. They weren't aware of the video camera that was taping them.
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I can't believe I'm doing this! I think I deserve it for all the things I have done to him. It was about time he asked for a little payback. Eriol thought bitterly as he sighed. He walked toward the center of the field, where he would face Konda Kogitsune. Incredible nothing had happened to him after the injury Syaoran had gotten because of him. Life is always unfair. He thought bitterly. He stole a glance at the platform where only minutes before he had been sitting. Now, another couple occupied his place.
Syaoran was, for once, enjoying this. Being at the top platform with nothing to worry about was a real pleasure. He had nothing to worry about because he knew Hiragisawa Eriol was almost as good as him, and that he could beat that guy almost as easily as he could.
Sakura enjoyed the game, a hand on his boyfriend's hand. He had been hurt, and that pained her, everything because he was protecting her. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty at it all. He was always protecting her, and he didn't care if he was hurt in the process. She wondered with anger why that stupid Konda had done that, there was no possible way he had known Syaoran would be able to stop the ball, unless...
She gulped.
Unless he had really intended hitting her. The thought was scary. What had she done to him, anyway?
"What are you thinking of?" Syaoran asked her, concerned. He had no doubt felt her gulp and go quite uneasy, so suddenly.
Sakura looked down at him with a tender smile on her lips, a smile that made him melt on her hands, but in nothing reduced his concern for her. Sakura, knowing that there was no way she could lie or hide something from her boyfriend had no other thing to do but answer him.
"I was thinking about that Konda guy, did he really intended to hit me with that ball?" Sakura followed Konda with her eyes through the field. Eriol was at his heels, fresh as a lettuce, apparently biding his time, few minutes were left for mid-time and they were a goal ahead. There was nothing to worry about.
Syaoran's blood boiled at the thought. He fought to control his rage. Sakura was right in asking that question, had he really intended on hitting her? Or he really had known Syaoran was capable of stopping that shot?
"And Hiragisawa steals the ball away from Konda! Amazing, really! Long pass, and Takashi has it now! He is heading to the goal, but what... that's a foul!!! Number 8 of Tokyo just hit Takashi on the leg, on purpose!!!"
Takashi groaned in pain as he clutched his right leg in an effort to make the pain recede. "Gagh!" He complained. A doctor was just heading his way and the game was stopped. The doctor shook his head sadly.
Syaoran looked at his teammate with apprehension, he really appreciated Yamazaki, and he really appeared to be hurt, that had been a pretty nasty foul. But they couldn't afford to have another player out. They would loose by foul if that happened. He couldn't afford that to happen! Especially not him!
Sakura shifted her weight from one foot to another, calculating the odds of this new situation. Another hurt player, and one of the best. They had no other player to put out there, what were they going to do? What were they going to do? Loose by a foul? No way! But if they did... would Konda kiss her? "Eww!!!"
"But wait! What's going on? Isn't that a cheerleader? What is she doing running in the middle of the field? She is talking to the hurt player! And Takashi is standing up, what'll happen?" The commentator said, intrigued. He obviously didn't know that that cheerleader was Chiharu and that Yamazaki was her boyfriend, and that she didn't want Sakura to get kissed by that horrible guy, Konda Kogitsune, who was smirking in Sakura's direction, thinking that he had already won.
"Takashi has decided that he would play!!! That's good news for Seijou High, if not, they would be a player short and loose by a foul!" The crowd got on high spirits again.
Sakura and Syaoran sighed in relief as they saw Yamazaki stand up and wave at the crowd. The pain had receded and it seemed the injury wasn't as bad as it appeared to be. Both magical beings inhaled deeply to keep themselves from getting a nervous breakdown.
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"Few minutes and the party will end! We are 2-2 now, and with only 10 minutes left, we are beginning to think none of them will get the trophy!" The commentator's voice was heard throughout the stadium-like field.
Just great! Eriol thought as he took a glance to the scoreboard. If I don't hurry we will stay like this, that means we won't win, and that's not good. He continued taking glances toward Konda who was running toward the goal. Eriol was looking for a chance to take the ball away from him.
He finally saw his chance. Konda had made a mistake, a side glance to the cheerleaders. Eriol ran in his direction and slid, taking the ball from him. Konda didn't even notice at first. He halted and looked with a glare at the smirking Eriol, who was giving him a thanks in mock-gratitude.
Eriol saluted him with his usual innocent smirk and turned around, racing toward his opponent's goal. Using his abilities as half reincarnation of Clow Reed, he ran at full speed, evading enemy players with almost effortless grace.
"He's cheating!" Syaoran near shouted as he tried to stand up, only to be stopped by Sakura and the pain in his foot. Sakura slapped him on the back of his head in chiding.
"Don't shout it!" She said near his ear as she grabbed his shoulders and seated him down again. He sat back without complaint and a sheepish smile on his face. "Gomen ne." He apologized as he rubbed the back of his head where she had slapped him.
She smiled and patted him on the head. "Good boy!" She said like she was talking to a little puppy. Syaoran kept on with the game and made cute puppy eyes.
"And it's a goal!" The commentator shouted suddenly, making both Sakura and Syaoran jump in surprise. They looked at the field with searching eyes and discovered a smirking Eriol cheering for himself.
"And Hiragisawa Eriol marks down another goal for Seijou High! But there are still three minutes left! What will Tokyo do?" He said and his voice reverberated throughout all the field. The big screen was showing Konda Kogitsune doing another one of his I'm-a-spoiled-brat berrinche.
I'm gonna loose! I'm gonna loose! I'm gonna loose! He thought desperately while he kicked the crispy green grass, making strands of it fly into the air. Gagh! I hate Seijou! I hate Li! I hate Hiragisawa! Konda thought frenetically, shooting glares at anybody that dare to come into his eye field.
"Looks like there is nothing more to do but to wait till the three minutes are over. I'm sure Sijou High won't risk it, now that they have assured victory." The commentator said matter-of-factly.
Syaoran watched Eriol race back and forth, his feet near the ball, never wanting to let go. Now, he was making time, only three minutes left and they would have nothing to worry about.
"What's Konda doing?" Sakura asked suddenly, her eyes following the bad-mannered gut throughout the grass covered field.
"I don't know." Syaoran said with a confused frown on his handsome features, his eyes following the strange Japanese boy to one of the benches.
"He left the field!" Sakura said in surprise as Konda walked away without looking back, then he struggled with something on his backpack and brought it out. No one else seemed to notice this other than the couple.
Syaoran followed him with his eyes narrowed in suspicion. A twinkle, a glow, came from his hand. Syaoran saw it, but couldn't guess what was it, he tensed up.
"Sakura, that's a knife! That damn psycho has a knife!" Syaoran whispered frantically. Sakura, too, tensed up as she grabbed his shoulders tightly to keep him from standing up and stop him himself.
"How do you know?" She asked with eyes open wide eyes in fear for her friend.
"I have seen lots of knives in my life and I just know that that is a knife!" Syaoran said sharply as he, yet again, tried without success to stand up before being forcefully sat back down.
"Okay, it's a knife, but we cannot just shout that he has a knife, can we?" Sakura said, her hands gripped his shoulders.
Syaoran shook his head thoughtfully, trying to think of something to do.
Eriol played with the ball with his feet, taunting the always glaring players of Tokyo High. Oddly, Konda wasn't with them, when he was usually the first one to stalk him. He shrugged as he continued to make time. Only two minutes left.
"What are we gonna do!? What are we gonna do!?" Sakura panicked, doing little jumps, trying to stop the rush of adrenaline.
"Calm down! Eriol will know what to do!" Syaoran said, trying to make himself believe that. After all, it's only a knife and he is the reincarnation of Clow Reed! He thought, but still trying to find a way of stopping Konda, who was approaching Eriol from behind silently. Eriol didn't seem to notice.
Eriol felt danger. He felt it breathing on his neck. It's cold breath tickling his senses. Danger. But where was it coming from? There was nothing to be afraid of here, it was only a football field. Only one minute left.
"Give me something to toss him! Give me something to toss him!" Syaoran near shouted desperately as Sakura looked out for something he could toss at him in order to stop him. They couldn't risk to tell anyone it was a knife because, even if Syaoran said it was, they weren't sure it was, so stopping him in a weird and unconventional way seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do. Sakura spotted a baseball, what was it doing here she didn't know, she gave it to Syaoran.
Syaoran grabbed the ball from Sakura's hand and returned his eyes to the field, where his friend's life was in peril (at least, they thought so). After taking aim for a second, Syaoran launched the ball with all his might to the center of the field, where Eriol still played back and forth with the soccer ball.
The ball flew through the air, its speed blurring it.
10 seconds of game left.
It flew, the distance between it and its target shortening by the second.
POW!
"OWW!" Konda said just before dropping to the ground, unconscious, his eyes in a swirl.
Eriol turned around almost immediately, forgetting the ball. The referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game.
Hiragisawa Eriol was quite confused when he discovered the swirl-eyed soccer player just behind him, a red mark on his right cheek. He also appeared to have something in his hand. He kneeled in to take a better look. Something that sparkled in the shining Sun.
Sakura and Syaoran joined him right after, some curious players were nearing to take a better look as to know what had happened with the Tokyo High captain.
Syaoran tried to run in his clumsy clutches, only to fall flat on his face. "Ittai!" He whined as Sakura tried hard not to giggle. She kneeled beside him and helped him up. "And you call me klutz." Sakura said just below her breath. Syaoran grumbled but didn't say anything else.
"Are you okay, Eriol?" Sakura asked his confused friend, still studying the battered face of the Seijou High rival. "Yeah, nothing happened to me. But, what's is he doing there?" He asked, signaling Konda, who was still lying on the floor with swirl eyes.
"Well, we kinda thought he had a knife, so I tossed a baseball to him." Syaoran explained, poking him with his healthy foot. Konda began to move.
"Ow, I have a headache." He complained. Everybody sweatdropped.
"I think... we better leave." Eriol suggested. His suggestion was very welcome by his three companions.
The turned around and left the dizzy Konda on the ground, soon, all his teammates were with him. All were very low-spirited.
Sakura and Syaoran walked behind their two friends since Syaoran couldn't walk at the same pace as them. From their spot they saw Eriol and Tomoyo change smirks full of conspiracy.
"We won, cute descendant. What are you going to do?" He asked impishly, making an unseen signal to one of the cameramen.
Syaoran stiffened and blushed, then he relaxed and looked at the grinning Sakura. She, too, had a faint blush on her face. The didn't notice the cameraman that was placing himself behind Eriol, the lens' target none other than the magical couple.
"May I take my prize, Cherry Blossom?" Syaoran asked gallantly, turning fully to her.
She smiled impishly and turned all her attention to him. She took a step forward and began tracing his well toned chest with a feather light finger. "I don't know, Little Wolf. What do you think?" She asked, without looking at him in the eyes as she continued to caress him.
Her actions made his breath quicken more than only one notch. He wanted to kiss her so much. But the best part of it all was that now he had her permission. "I want to kiss you." He whispered so only she could hear. Their faces were so close now, that Sakura could feel his warm, quickening breath on her skin. Syaoran was glad he was using clutches, or he was sure his knees would have given out by now.
"What are you waiting for, 'Mon Lou Lou'*?" Sakura breathed against his lips, their breaths mixed.
Soon, the distance between the two was reduced to nothing. Both closed their eyes slowly preparing for what was going to happen. They wanted to see fireworks.
Syaoran wanted to engrave into his mind every single nuisance of her face, her lips, her warmth. Every single thing of her would be engraved forever in his mind, that way, he would never ever be alone again. Never again.
Sakura leaned further into the kiss, forgetting the outside world. She wanted to see fireworks. She pressed her lips against his, and at certain point, she just let go, and all her weight was leaning on him.
The warrior lost his balance, his clutches couldn't contain both of their weights combined, so he fell to his back, once again softening the sorceress' fall. But she didn't let go, and he didn't let go. So into the kiss they were they didn't hear the amused gasps of the small crowd that surrounded them.
Sakura was sustaining part of her weight on her hands as Syaoran let go of the damned clutches and hugged her back. The finally parted, their lungs burning from lack of air.
The crowd around them burst into cheers for the two.
They got up the fastest they could (which was not so fast, because Syaoran needed his clutches) and stared around with confusion and embarrassment.
The big screen played over and over the sweet scene. Below it, this sentence read:
Victory KISS for Seijou High!
FIN
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Uff! Finally! The end! Hope you liked it, I personally liked the second chapter better, but this one's nice too! Review and tell me what you think!
*'Mon Lou Lou' literally means 'Little Wolf' in French. I think it's very sweet!