The Sacred Blossom

Author's note: I'm really sorry this chapter came out late. I had a lot of school work to do. Now remember that this chapter takes place about 3 month after the last. I hope you like it. At least Syaoran and Sakura will get closer…


Chapter 4 "It's all about Self-Control"

Syaoran sighed as he flipped a pancake. It's been about three month since he first arrived. And nothing out of the ordinary has happened. It was getting boring. Even doing the clan's paperwork was better than driving Sakura to photo shoots and making her dinner. But there was something he didn't need to complain about. And that was Sakura. She turned back to her old sweet self after a few days. And they've maintained a friendly and polite relationship ever since.
Syaoran tipped the fifth pancake onto a plate and set the table. Just as he was finishing, Sakura dashed out of her bedroom.
"Oh great! I'm late for my interview with that fashion magazine."
"Did you forget the name again?" Syaoran asked amusingly.
"I'm not that fond of interviews," she replied. "Anyways, you know where it is, right?"
"Yep."
"Okay, good." Sakura grabbed a pancake and stuffed her face.
"Vet's blo," she said, her mouth full.
Syaoran chuckled at the sight before him. She looked adorable. There are times where he just wish he could throw her on the bed and…
He shook his head vigorously. It was no use having daydreams. He's never even been in Sakura's bedroom.
"It's all about self-control…" he murmured to himself.
"Hoe?" Sakura looked at him strangely.
"Nothing!" Syaoran said quickly. "Just thinking about directions."
"Well, it's too late now, we've got to go!" Sakura grabbed his hand and dragged him to the car.

*** after the interview and back at Sakura's place***

"Whew! I cannot believe that journalist had to ask so many questions. I'm beat," Sakura collapsed on the couch.
"Don't you have a photo shoot today?" Syaoran asked?
"Oh just GREAT! This is one hell of a busy day!" Sakura said, angrily. "When is it?"
Syaoran checked her schedule. "In 30 min."
"Okay, good. I'm gonna take a shower." And she stalked off to her bedroom.
Syaoran wiped his forehead. It had been a very hot day. He might as well take a shower too. Syaoran walked into his own bathroom. Only to find that he was out of clean towels.
Great, he thought. Sakura has the clean towels in her bathroom. And the only way to get to her bathroom is through her bedroom. Not to mention she's taking a shower right now…
Syaoran heaved a sigh, and sat down to wait. She usually didn't take long to shower. Fifteen minutes max.

*** fifteen minutes later***

Syaoran got up from his sitting position on the couch. He had heard the water turn off five minutes ago. Yet Sakura was still in her bedroom. He did like the feel of this. She didn't take long to dress either. So picking up his gun, he walked quietly towards Sakura's bedroom and opened the door as slowly as he could.
Big mistake.
Sakura was sitting on her bed. Her back to him, and wearing a pair of white sweatpants. But that was the only thing she was wearing. Which didn't exactly help Syaoran in the department of self-control. Her hair was wet and droplets of water that were in her hair and on her bare back made her look like a goddess. But she appeared to be in pain. Her shoulders were tense and she was breathing heavily. Syaoran immediately crossed the room and laid a hand on her bare shoulder, which sent tingles up his arm.
"Sakura, what's wrong?" he asked, alarmed.
"Syaoran…" she looked up at him. Then realized what she was not wearing and quickly pulled on a shirt.
"Sakura tell me what's wrong!!" Syaoran placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently.
He heard her murmur "Flower Card…" and followed her gaze. She was looking at a vase with a cherry blossom branch in it. It looked strangely familiar. But it couldn't be…. It should have dried out by now. Unless, she was using the flower card.
"Sakura, lose your hold on the flower card, you know you can't use them this year!" He shook her more vigorously.
"NO!" Sakura said. "I can't."
Syaoran had no choice now. He had to use his own magic to stop her. Concentrating his power, he slashed out with his magic, causing the connection between Sakura and the flower card to break.
"NO! Why did you have to do that?" Sakura started sobbing.
"I'm sorry… Sakura, I had to," Syaoran embraced her and she sobbed into his chest.
"Why did you keep it?"
"I had to… I reminded me that you…" realizing what she was saying, Sakura abruptly stopped and pulled away from Syaoran. He immediately felt a wave of coldness without Sakura's warm aura.
"I… I need to change!" she said.
"Yeah, I'll leave you be…"

*** photo shoot ***

Syaoran looked at Sakura as she posed in front of the camera. She was ravishing. And looked cute in the new sundresses that Tomoyo had designed.
"Um… Ms. Daidouji?" the photographer asked. "Wasn't there suppose to be a male model for some of advertising shots?"
"You mean Yakumo Shirou?" Tomoyo replied.
"Yeah, that's what it says on here," the photographer looked at a clipboard.
"Didn't I say that he wasn't gonna make it and to find another one?" Tomoyo asked.
"Um… no, Ms. Daidouji, you said no such thing."
"Oh brother, now we're gonna have to delay the other shots."
"Um… if I may suggest something Ms. Daidouji," the photographer eyed Syaoran.
"Of course, anything is appreciated now."
"Why don't we use him," and he pointed at Syaoran.
Suddenly, Syaoran began to feel very uncomfortable as everybody stared at him.
"Oh why didn't I see it in the first place. You're perfect Li!" Tomoyo exclaimed.
"No, I really am not good with cameras." Syaoran took a step back.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere." Tomoyo jumped forward and grabbed his arm. "The only place you're going is wardrobe." And she pushed him into the dressing room.

Sakura was getting very bored waiting for Syaoran. But she couldn't wait to see what Tomoyo had picked out for him.
"Okay, he's ready," Tomoyo announced.
Sakura glanced at Syaoran emerging out of the dressing room. And lost her breath. He was wearing dressy black pants and a crisp white shirt that was about halfway unbuttoned. It revealed his muscular chest. It was like he had grown 3 years younger. He was… perfect.

Syaoran blushed as he struggled to button up his shirt.
"They're suppose to stay that way Li!" Tomoyo said as she undid the button that Syaoran had just buttoned. "Now go!" and she pushed him onto the photo stage.
Sakura smiled at him. "You look nice."
"Thanks, you do to."
Sakura was wearing a black miniskirt and a white sleeveless shirt.
"Okay," the photographer said. "I only need a few pictures. It's a perfume ad. You know like staring into each other's eyes and things like that."

(A/N: I'm sure you guys have seen those perfume ads for Calvin Klein or something like that. There's usually a couple holding on to each other and it's always black and white.)

Sakura and Syaoran gulped.
Just what I need, Syaoran thought, to get lost in Sakura's big jade eyes.
I've done this before. I can handle it, Sakura thought, I hope…
"Okay," the photographer got the camera ready. "Show me what you got."
On instinct, Syaoran's arms snaked around Sakura's waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Perfect!" and the photographer started to snap shots. (you know how photographers like to talk while they take photos)
Sakura looked into Syaoran's eyes. His warm amber eyes. So perfect. She felt so comfortable in his arms. And the sound of the camera died away as Syaoran's gaze on her grew more intense.
Syaoran was totally lost in Sakura's eyes. They were so beautiful and it was like she held all the answers in the world. Her perfume filled his senses. God he loved her. If only…
Syaoran's face inched a little closer to Sakura's. He had wanted to kiss her ever since he got here. He needed to kiss her, it was like he needed air.
"You know," the photographer interrupted them, "you don't really need to k-"
But he never finished his sentence, because Tomoyo had him in a choke hold.
"Why did you have to do that!" she said through clenched teeth.
Then she smiled sweetly at Sakura and Syaoran, who were no longer in their dazed state. "You may go."

*** Sakura's place, very late ***

Syaoran groggily got out of bed. He needed water. Opening his bedroom door, he saw a light in the kitchen. It was probably Sakura. As he got nearer to the kitchen, he could make out what Sakura was wearing a pink silk slip and munching on carrot sticks. Syaoran had always thought Sakura was adorable and beautiful. But never had he seen her this… sexy. And now, self-control was not an option. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Her soft skin felt warm and smooth. Sakura jumped a little at his touch. But quickly calmed down as he began moved his hands up and down her arms.
"Syaoran…"
"Shhh…" he shushed her.
He leaned down and kissed her neck. He felt Sakura shudder.
Sakura suddenly turned around in her chair, she pulled Syaoran down to her level and kissed him. Realization came to Syaoran as she wrapped her arms tighter around him.
"You want me, don't you," he said in a very un-Syaoran way.
Sakura only replied by walking towards her bedroom.

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Um… I guess this is the PG-13 part. I usually don't write this descriptive. Hope you guys like it! I think I'm gonna put Eriol in the next chapter. Which will mean some E+T. Think I should? Review and tell me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura