The little Wolf and his Sakura

The little Wolf and his Sakura

By: Aria Miyume Iwaka

@ria's Notes: Hey, y'all, I'm back with another chapter. Sorry it took so long getting it out. I've been pretty busy down in LA visiting my brother and sister. The next update won't be for awhile since I'm going over to NYC in Manhattan. I was born in Manhattan, and I was crushed to hear the tragedy that went on during the 11th.

~Thank you for reading this story. Honestly, you guys are just awesome for sticking with this lil crappy work of mine. It feels good to know that people enjoy reading my work. J Thank you once again.

~To the real Reid and Lliyane (my bro/sis), my "Syaoran" Ryan, and my sweeties who lost their loved ones in the tragedy: Josh Pruitt, Rachel Thorne, and Alexis Shinoda.

All my love to everyone,

Aria

Chapter 7: Happenings

Sakura sighed a lot for the past couple days with Reid sticking by her side, literally. Syaoran ended up not seeing Sakura at all since Reid was there with Sakura at school, at home, everywhere!

Reid and Sakura were at Sakura's house, sitting in the den watching television. Reid pulled Sakura in close, having her head rest against his chest. He stroked Sakura's hair softly, his eyes glued to the tube. Sakura shifted uncomfortably in Reid's tight grip.

'God, I wish he'd just stay away from me for one second. He doesn't have to be glued to me.' Sakura tried to lift her head away from Reid's chest, but Reid's strong hand pushed her head down again. Sakura sighed for the millionth time.

"Reid? Could you let me go? I need to go use the bathroom."

Reid yawned loudly and scratched himself. With his eyes still on the screen, he said nonchalantly, "Sure, babe. Go to it." Sakura eased herself away from Reid's body, and began to walk away.

SLAP!

Sakura felt her behind being hit playfully, and she looked back at Reid with a shocked look on her face. Reid laughed. "Your tushie just looks so cute. It had to be given a good slap, girl."

Sakura giggled nervously and gladly retreated out of the room. Sakura closed the door to the bathroom and locked it. She slid down to the cold floor and sat. She felt so completely alone and depressed. Her eyes glazed over. Sakura remembered the way Syaoran used to hold her. It wasn't tight or uncomfortable like the way Reid held her, but it was soft and warm. His arms enfolded her like the way a blanket would. Sakura shivered at the thought of Syaoran's arms being around her. 'Oh, Syaoran,' Sakura sniffled, 'how could I have let you go? I-I guess it was the best since I'm just a loser compared to you. I don't deserve you.'

Sakura's thoughts faded away as she began to feel the familiar loneliness. "Please find a girl who could make you happy, Syaoran," Sakura spoke out loud. "I-I know it can't possibly be me because…you're just too good for me."

Syaoran was in his study, finishing up some paperwork and filling out checks for his monthly bills. He tried to ignore the pain that inflicted upon him, but it was too much to not notice it. Syaoran threw down his pen and got up from his desk. Earlier that day at school, he'd seen Reid and Sakura out in the hallway of the English building. Reid's arm was around Sakura, and it looked as if Sakura was chained to him. "They're probably inseparable," Syaoran growled. Syaoran had now five more months to find a bride, and it was painful news that Sakura could never be his. 'She's too good for you anyway, gaki,' Syaoran thought to himself. 'What could Sakura possibly see in a guy like me?' Syaoran rubbed his temples and tossed his wild hair back.

'Please find a girl who could make you happy, Syaoran….I know it can't possibly be me because…you're just too good for me.'

Syaoran stopped rubbing his forehead and widened his eyes. "D-did I just hear that?" Syaoran rose to his feet and closed his eyes, waiting with abated breath. Nothing happened.

"I could have sworn that was—" Syaoran stopped and felt an uncomfortable feeling overpower his senses. Syaoran shook his head. "I must be working too hard. I need some sleep." Just as Syaoran began walking towards his bedroom, he felt another strange sensation.

"Syaoran…I wish that things could have been different with him. Even though we're still friends, I feel as if we are growing more and more apart each day."

Syaoran grabbed his head with both hands and listened intently. 'Either I'm going nuts or I'm really hearing Sakura's thoughts about me. That's it. I'm going insane. That's the only possible explanation."

"I wish that I could turn back time, Syaoran…"

Syaoran now covered his ears and began walking in circles. "La, la, la," he sang loudly. "I can't hear that voice. La, la, la. I'm not crazy. La, la, la…"

"Because I know now…"

"La, la, la…"

"…that I love him."

Syaoran stopped abruptly. He lifted his hands off his ears and blushed madly. "If only that were true, you freaky little voice!" He yelled out loud. Silence. Syaoran looked around him to make sure nobody was there. The voice stopped.

Syaoran ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "If only that voice belonged to you Sakura," he said, forlornly. With silence following his feet, Syaoran turned to walk away.

Sakura stared blankly into the television screen, watching football with her boyfriend. They now sat there for four hours straight. Wrestling, dramas, comedies…Sakura saw them all.

"Reid," Sakura said softly, "Don't you feel like doing something else?"

Reid hushed her with his index finger, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Sh, Sakura. That linebacker just punched out the coach!"

Sakura sighed. "Reid…"

He didn't say anything.

Sakura rubbed her aching eyes, longing to stretch and retreat to her room, where she'd be free. Suddenly, Sakura felt a surge of anger brewing in her stomach. Sakura rarely got temperamental, but this was an exception.

"Just listen to me, for once, Reid! Please listen!"

Reid stared at her through a corner of his eye. "What?"

Sakura snatched the remote control from his hand and turned off the tv.

"Sakura, what the hell was that for?"

Sakura sighed. "I just want us to talk, to get to know each other more. I don't want to spend my time drooling over the tv all day."

Reid shrugged. "Okay. Let's get to know each other." He pulled Sakura in close to him and began kissing her. Sakura immediately pulled away. "Not like that, Reid. I want us to talk for once, have a real conversation." Reid raised an eyebrow and put his hands up.

"Damn. Why do you girls like talking so much? Okay, fine. Let's talk." Reid leaned back against the couch and put his arms behind his head. He stared at her, waiting.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything? You wanted to talk."

Sakura stared at Reid, dumbfounded. "I-uh… forgot what I was going to say." Reid rolled his eyes. "Well, fine." He picked up the remote control and clicked on the screen. "If you had nothing to say, why'd you want to talk? You can be so dumb sometimes, Sakura."

Sakura felt as if someone reached inside her chest and squeezed her heart.

"W-what did you say, Reid?" Her eyes started glistening.

Reid yawned and put his arm around Sakura. She pushed it away. "What did you just say, Reid?"

Reid scratched his head. "I didn't mean to sound intimidating, Sakura. I just think that you can be pretty dense in the brain. You're too innocent. Sometimes, it just drives me nuts."

Sakura struggled to keep her anger down and her eyes from brimming with tears. "You…intimidating…me…dense…"

"You got it, sweetie," Reid said, lazily. "I can be a pretty scary guy. Lots of girls I dated thought I was too harsh for them. It just shows how strong I am and how weak they are. Are all girls like that? Are you all weak?" Reid laughed.

'Keep calm, Sakura,' she told herself. 'Keep calm…even if he's acting like a bastard…calm…'

"And, you, Sakura Kinomoto. I thought I met some of the weakest girls, but you top them all. But, don't worry, sweetie, I'll protect you."

Sakura reached her maximum boiling point. With abnormal strength, she whacked Reid on the back, causing him to fall forward, his face on the floor…six feet away. Reid lifted his head long enough to stare into Sakura's smiling face.

"Yeah, Reid, I'm very weak. In fact, I'm so weak right now that I can't possibly stare into your face any longer. We're through, Reid!"

Reid smiled idiotically, then fell face down on the floor again.

(Four months later)

"Sakura! Let me in! It's freezing out here!"

Sakura tumbled downstairs, pulling her robe over her pajamas. "Touya! That you?"

"Yes, of course it's me, kaijiuu. Now, open the door!"

Sakura unlocked the wooden door and leaped into her brother's arms. "You should visit more, Onii-chan. It gets too quiet here without you."

Touya smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Onii-chan, eh? Still using little kid talk with me, Sakura?"

Sakura groaned and gave his brother a good old Asian conk on the head. "Shut up."

"Gets real lonely here, huh? Where's that yellow beast thingy and that boyfriend of yours?" Touya took off his shoes and stacked them in the shoe closet.

"Kero's playing his PS and I broke up with Reid."

"Huh? Really? That's amazing."

"What? Kero playing the playstation?"

"No, you dummy. You dumping the dude. I thought you two were tight."

Sakura shook her head in disgust. "I thought we were, too. That is, until he began showing his true colors."

Touya nodded, knowingly. "Took me awhile to find the perfect one. It took me a long time. Then, I figured out that my soul mate was right under my nose the entire time."

Sakura turned beet-red, thinking about Syaoran. "Really, Touya? Who is it?"

Touya smiled. "That I'll tell you another time."

Sakura blinked, puzzled.

"So, Xiao-Lang, my son, you still haven't found your girl yet?"

Syaoran shook his head, sadly. "No, ma."

"Well, I told you your future bride resided here in Hong Kong. Why'd you go against me and waste all this time?"

Syaoran sighed. "I really don't know what I can tell you, Ma, except that I'm incredibly sorry." Syaoran heard his mother clucking her tongue over the phone. Tsk, tsk, tsk…

"That's alright, my dear. Come home tomorrow. Your time is almost up. I'll be waiting at the airport. Goodbye, Xiao-Lang."

"Goodbye, ma."

Syaoran hung the receiver and went back to packing his stuff. 'No need to tell Sakura about my leaving. She'll be too heartbroken. Anyway, this way is the best way. Besides, she has that other guy…'

Syaoran sighed and picked up an old picture frame from his drawer. It was a picture of him and Sakura at King Penguin Park when they were eleven. Syaoran was standing still by the swings like an edifice with his arms crossed. Sakura had her arm around his shoulder, her left eye winking at the camera. It looked pretty faint, but Syaoran could have sworn that his face in the picture looked a little red. "It was probably a hot day," Syaoran said, aloud.

He picked up the frame and tucked it away neatly in his suitcase. "I guess the only way I can keep you is through memory," Syaoran murmured.

Knock, knock, knock.

Syaoran growled. "If it's you again, Yamazaki, I'm not going to go with you to the Pathological Liars Anonymous meeting." Syaoran opened the door to find a very cheery-faced Tomoyo.

"Oh, hey, Daidouji. Come in."

"Thanks, Li. What's going on here anyway? You redecorating?"

Syaoran nodded, knowing that Tomoyo would spill his leaving to Sakura. "Something like that, yeah. Come on. Do you want something to drink? What are you doing here anyway?"

Tomoyo made herself comfortable on the kitchen counter. "Yes, I would like a coke, and I'm here because I just wanted to see you."

Syaoran nodded, handing Tomoyo her drink. "Okay, that's pretty plausible, even for you. So, what's the deal?"

"Well, Li, I know that you're not really re-decorating and I know that you are probably leaving soon."

Syaoran rolled his eyes. He knew Daidouji was keen at sensing people's troubles and secrets. How he had underestimated her.

"How'd you figure it out?"

"I saw the moving boxes out in the front building."

Syaoran blushed. "I'm such a baka at keeping my own secrets," he muttered.

"Syaoran…since you're leaving, I guess it's okay for me to tell you this," Tomoyo said, slowly.

Syaoran nodded. "I already know that Yamazaki has a lying problem. He asked me all day to join him at the—"

"It's not about Yamazaki!" Tomoyo thundered.

Syaoran shrank back. "Wow, Daidouji. I never knew you can amplify your voice like that! Hell, I never knew anyone could amplify their voice like that!"

"Never mind my voice, Li. This is about Sakura."

Syaoran's ears sharpened at the sound of her name. "Sakura? What? What's wrong with her?"

Tomoyo smiled a bittersweet smile. "Well, Li, I'm surprised she never told you all this time, but she and Matsuyo broke up."

Syaoran's eyes enlarged. "No way! Really? When was this?"

"I think a few months ago. Poor guy. I heard that she kicked his ass."

Syaoran stared, flabbergasted. "Sakura's now…free, isn't she?"

"I believe so, Li."

"And now, I'm leaving," Syaoran said, softly.

Tomoyo didn't say anything. She put a hand on Lis' shoulder. "You want me to tell her, or will you?"

Syaoran shook his head thoroughly. "No, no. Don't tell her, Tomoyo. I'm not going to tell her either. It'll hurt her…"

Tomoyo threw up her hands. "Syaoran, not telling Sakura will hurt her even more! It'll wreck her!"

Syaoran sat with his hands buried in his hair.

"Syaoran! Please tell her. If you don't, I'm going to tell her, whether you like it or not!"

Tomoyo began to walk away. "Wait, Tomoyo."

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, Tomoyo. You can tell Sakura after my plane takes off. Right after I leave, you can tell her. Call me a coward if you like, but I feel that this is the best way. As my friend, please help me."

Tomoyo sighed, looking into Li's gaze. "Alright, Syaoran, I'll do it."

"Swear it, Tomoyo. Really, I can't trust you. No offense."

Tomoyo smiled. "None taken. I swear it, Syaoran. Goodbye." She wrapped her arms around Syaoran and kissed his cheek. "You gonna say goodbye to the others?"

Syaoran smirked. "With Yamazaki on the loose? Not a chance! Tell them for me, will you?"

Tomoyo nodded. "I will." She gave him another hug. "Hey, do you just realize that we're calling each other by our first names?" She raised an eyebrow.

Syaoran smirked. "I guess we're becoming better friends now, ne? We're no longer acquaintances."

Tomoyo smiled. "I know." She gave him one last hug before walking out the door. "Call or write sometime, Syaoran. Until then, goodbye!"

"Goodbye, Tomoyo! See you later!"

When he heard the door shut, Syaoran whispered, "I love you, Sakura. Goodbye."

The story is almost over. Just one more chapter, and it's finite. If I haven't thanked all my people yet, here is my lil thank you note to you all:

  1. To all those who've written comments, suggestions, and nice stuff. You made my days.
  2. To my baby, Ryan Phillips (aka "Syaoran" and "Ryan Phillippe") Love you to pieces!
  3. To Reid and Lliyane
  4. To Yumi, Crystal, Angel, Vanessa, Mari, Joelle, David, Chris, Gina, Matt, and Luis. (represent!)