Disclaimer: I do not own CardCaptor Sakura, do not sue me. This is merely for entertainment, nothing else.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mild language
Notes: This takes place when Sakura, Tomoyo, Syaoran, etc are 19yrs old. Pretend the Clow Cards never happened. Pretend that Li Syaoran only came as a transfer student and nothing else. Might not seem like an S&S fic, but trust me, it is. Or will be. I think..

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Why Must You Do This To Me?
Chapter Two-Yume~Dream~
by Sakura Maxwell



Tomoyo closed the door and breathed out a sigh of relief. "We're home now, Sakura," she informed, looking at her best friend. A pang of worry hit her as she looked at Sakura.

Sakura was just staring at the ground. Tomoyo walked over to her. "Hey, look," she said, "everything's going to be okay. We just need to keep it low for a while and make sure Syaoran doesn't come here. Remember, I've got bodyguards?"

Sakura looked up and smiled weakly. "Yea, I guess you're right. But I just can't get over the way he acts and what he does...." She shivered. "It's like he's a robot or something that has one thing on their minds."

Tomoyo frowned. "But we're safe here, Sakura."

"I don't know.." Sakura whispered. "He's practically capable of anything.. How the hell do you think he follows me around everywhere?"

Tomoyo nodded. "Point.. But let's forget about that jerk. You hungry?"

Sakura smiled a true smile at Tomoyo. "Yea, I could use something to eat."

Tomoyo started walking into the kitchen. "Hey, come with me," she said to Sakura.

"Why?"

"I don't want you in any room alone, no matter.. Even if I have bodyguards," Tomoyo answered softly.

Sakura blushed and said, "Okay."

The two walked into the kitchen and Tomoyo rummaged in the fridge. "How about a cake?" she asked. Sakura shook her head. "Is there an apple or something else?"

Tomoyo took out two fuji apples, a bowl of peeled and cut oranges, some blocks of yokan and two cans of juice. "Well?" she asked.

Sakura pointed to the apple. "I think that's good enough for me," she said. Tomoyo smiled and put the yokan and oranges back. She picked up the apples and Sakura carried the juices.

They went in Tomoyo's room and sat down on her bed. Tomoyo opened her can but noticed that Sakura didn't. "Sakura?"

Sakura was in deep thought. 'Syaoran.. Was he trying to say my name? ...He hasn't talked for three months.. At least, no one saw him talking..' She stared down at her can of juice. 'I don't understand what's going on. Why can't Syaoran just respect the fact that I don't have feelings for him? ..Is it that hard?'

Then she remembered how Yukito told her how she didn't really love him, and he didn't love her in that way. They had a friendly relationship, but Sakura still cried. 'I cried in front of Syaoran and he..comforted me.' She held the can tighter. 'But now he's just a robot or a machine or something. He isn't the Syaoran I used to know so I should just forget about him.'

She looked up and saw Tomoyo looking at her. "Wha?" she asked, dazed.

"You were in thought," Tomoyo supplied. Sakura nodded. "About what?"

Sakura bit her lip and answered, "Syaoran." Tomoyo raised a brow. "Why about him?"

"Don't know. I guess I was wondering about when he was trying to say..something," Sakura said.

"He actually tried to say something?"

"Yes."

"What was he trying to say?" Tomoyo asked, curious yet cautious.

Sakura lowered her head. "I don't know. He was..speaking too softly and..I think he was only saying part of a..word," she lied.

Tomoyo knew Sakura well and she knew Sakura was lying but she just said, "Well, interesting. That jerk is trying to talk to you."

Sakura looked at her. "It's surprising how hostile you've gotten to him," she said, "ever since you found out."

Tomoyo nodded. "Damn straight. He isn't going to abuse you. Not while I'm around."

Sakura smiled wearily. "Thanks," she said, opening her can and drinking some.

Tomoyo smiled back. "No problem."



The phone rang in Sakura's room. She picked it up. "Hello?" she asked cheerfully.

"Sakura?"

Sakura blinked. "Hi, Syaoran!"

"Um..hi."

"So, what is it that you want?"

"Uh.. Can you.."

"Hm?"

"Can..you.. Can you come over right now? I need to tell you something important and in person."

Sakura blinked again, then answered, "Sure, I'll be there in ten. Bye!" She hung the hpone up and got out of her shirt and pants and put on a blouse and skirt.

She brushed her hair and ran out the door. She jumped down the stairs and walked out the door, locking it.

Soon she arrived at Syaoran's house. "Syaoran?" she asked, knocking on his apartment door.

She heard footsteps and then the door opened revealing Syaoran. "Oh, hi, Sakura," he said. "Come in."

Sakura nodded in thanks and stepped inside, removing her shoes. She sat on the couch and Syaoran sat next to her.

"What did you want to tell me, Syaoran?" she asked.

Syaoran looked down and shifted his feet incomfortably. She looked him, blinking. "Girl problems?" she asked.

Syaoran looked up at her. "Wha?" he asked. Sakura laughed at his expression. Syaoran blushed deeply. "Tha-That's not it," he stuttered.

Sakura stopped. "Then what is?" She leaned forward. "C`mon, spit it out. I'm your friend, I want to help."

Syaoran placed his hand on her thigh. Sakura blinked, and Syaoran pulled it back, looking away. "You thirsty?" he asked. Sakura nodded. "Yes.."

Syaoran got up and walked into the kitchen really fast. Sakura blinked. 'Why'd he put his hand on my thigh..' She shuddered. 'Well, it's not like he's a perv..'

She was too busy in her thoughts to hear Syaoran behind her. He put the drinks down and placed his arms around Sakura's upper body, and hugged her.

Sakura's eyes widened and she yelped out, "Syaoran!" Syaoran stepped back and blushed so red his face looked like it had been painted red after getting sunburned and splashed in tomato sauce.

"I-I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I ju-just thought.. You lo-looked..like you were tro-troubled."

Sakura stared at him. 'He must really be losing it. Or needs some serious help with something.' She blinked. 'Maybe he's seeing how a girl reacts when he touches them? He must like someone.'

"It's okay," she said, smiling.

Syaoran sighed in relief and handed her a drink and sat back down. "Want to see a movie?" Syaoran asked.

Sakura shrugged. "Fine." 'Why not? But I hope he hurries up. He said he wanted to talk.'

Syaoran stuck in a DVD and it started playing 'Slayers'.

Sakura stared at the screen, bored. Syaoran was busy laughing at it, but Sakura could tell the laughing was forced. 'What the hell is he trying to hide?'

Then she felt Syaoran move closer and she turned her head to look at him. Syaoran met her eyes and leaned his face closer to hers and made contact with her lips. He kissed her roughly.

Sakura's eyes widened and she tried to pull back but Syaoran pushed her against the edge of the couch and placed his hands on her wrists.

Then Syaoran let go and sat up, chest rising and falling as his breathing slowed down. He looked at Sakura and saw pure shock.

"Sa-Sakura, I can explain—"

Sakura jumped up and off the couch. "What the hell?!" she asked. "Why the hell did you do that?!" Syaoran winced at her anger. "I.."

Sakura glared at him. "You know, it's nice being friends, but not lovers!" she said. Syaoran looked up. "Wha.."

"The whole purpose of me coming here," she spat, "was to talk. But all we've been doing is sitting and watching some movie. Now hurry up and tell me why you wanted me to come over!"

"I love you."

Sakura stepped back. "What?" she asked, not believing her ears.

Syaoran stared at her. "I love you," he repeated. "That's what I wanted to say."

Sakura gaped at Syaoran. She shook her head and looked at him sadly. "Syaoran," she said, walking by him and staring him in the eye, "I'm sorry I got mad at you, I really am.. But, you can't just do that to someone even if you love them. Not without knowing whether or not they love you in return."

Syaoran asked, "Do you love me?"

Sakura bit her lip. "Syaoran, I'm sorry, but no. Not in that way. As a friend, yes.. As a lover, no."

Syaoran's head lowered. Sakura looked at him with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Syaoran. But I just don't feel the way you do.." she whispered.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Syaoran...?"

Syaoran remained silent.

"Syaoran?!"

Sakura placed her other hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. "Syaoran.. Syaoran! Wake up, Syaoran!" She gritted her teth together. "S-y-a-o-r-a-n!"

Syaoran raised his head. Sakura released him and took a step back in fright. Syaoran's face didn't have any emotion and his eyes were deviod of anything. The bright glow that Sakura knew wasn't there anymore, it was replaced with black.

"..Syaoran..?" Sakura asked timidly. "Syao—Agh!" She wriggled, trying to escape Syaoran's grip on her whole body. "Syao..ran! Let me go!"

Syaoran laid his head on her shoulder.

Sakura turned her eyes to look at him, and when she did she gasped in bewilderment. Syaoran's eyes were dark, as if hugging her had no effect. His lips were parted slightly.

Sakura closed her eyes and, with great effort, pushed herself from Syaoran grasp. She stumbled back into the wall. Looking up, she saw Syaoran staring at her, but not moving. Staring at her with those emotionless eyes, Sakura shivered and quickly bolted for the door.

She swung it open and ran out. Syaoran didn't try to stop her.



Sakura's eyes shot open and she sat up instantly, her breathing fast. Beads of sweat lined her forehead as she tried to regain normal breathing speed.

She placed her hand on her chest and tried to recall her dream. 'It was no dream.. It was a flashback..of some kind...' She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her knees. "Why... Why can't I forget about him?!" she demanded the air.

Air didn't repsond.

Sakura sighed. "Syaoran, I'm sorry. I said I was.. You can't force me to love you.. So just stop following me.. Stop.. Just stop it, damnit!" she cried out softly, pounding the bed with her fists. Tears spilled from her emerald eyes and onto the sheets.

"Just..leave me alone.." she sobbed, buring her head in her knees. "Leave..me be!"

She was too busy crying to notice the brown haired Chinese boy with lifeless eyes watching her from a tree.



R&R please. Arigato, Minna-san!

Author Note: Does it seem a bit angsty? And did that dream clear up how Syaoran got weird in the first place? Do you think it was too...rough? Hey, these are nineteen year olds, of course they're gonna be 'rough'. Syaoran sure as hell was.