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Walk on the Wild Side
This fanfic is adapted from Anne Marie Winston's Original Story
There are a lot of changes to the main story. It is a total AU and there is no trace of Touya in this either.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THOSE WHO REVIEWED THE 1ST AND 2ND CHAPTERS. HERE'S CHAPTER 3 …
SAKURA HAS JUST REUNITED WITH SYAORAN. SAKURA JUST ASKED HIM A VERY UNUSUAL QUESTION AND HE HAD AN ANSWER WE ALL KNEW.
Chapter Three
Sakura worked the next day as usual, although she was sure her feet never touched the ground once. Syaoran was home...and they had a date for the reunion...and he was going to — they were going to — make love. Her honest nature balked at that one a little. After all, Syaoran was going to teach her about sex. Their agreement had nothing to do with love.
That thought slightly deflated the bubble of anticipation and happiness that threatened to burst right through her skin.
Don't be silly, she lectured herself. Yesterday you were resigned to being the old maid librarian of the town. But yesterday, she realized, she'd thought Syaoran had left Tomeda forever. Her heart had been in storage most of her life, because she'd never wanted to give it to anyone.
Except Syaoran. The truth was a brutal blow. How long had she been dancing around it? Ignoring it? She'd probably have continued on in stoic avoidance mode until they carried her away in a pine box if he hadn't come back to Tomeda —
"Sakura, there's someone to see you." Her youngest assistant poked a head into her office, where she'd been looking over the children's librarian's wish list for the next fiscal year. "And he's totally hot."
Sakura's pulse doubled. But before she could say anything, she heard a bellow — a loud, completely unlibrarylike masculine voice — calling her. "Sakura? Help! Get out here and save me."
Hastily she rose and stepped into the area behind the desk. Syaoran stood in front of the checkout counter, his hands folded gravely in front of him like a chastised child, while Miss Manko stood in front of him shaking one gnarled finger vigorously beneath his nose.
"I knew you were that Li boy the minute I saw you step through the door. You were the scourge of my tomato patch once upon a time. Hope you've changed, because I've got a load of buckshot waiting to greet you if you haven't."
Syaoran was grinning, the engaging aw-shucks grin that made his dimples dance and his blue eyes twinkle. He gave Miss Manko the full effect of his attention, and his blond hair, left just a little too long to be conventional, caught the light and gleamed like an angel's halo each time he nodded his head. Some angel.
"Miss Manko. I thought I had changed until you mentioned your tomatoes. Nobody in Tomeda grows better tomatoes than you."
He continued his smooth patter until Sakura was astonished to hear the grouchy old Manko widow offering to give him a bag of tomatoes if he stopped by. She shook her head in reluctant amusement and Syaoran raised his head then, distracted by the movement. Their eyes meet, caught, and held, and suddenly the room seemed too small, the air too thin, her clothes too restrictive on her oversensitive skin.
"Sakura." Syaoran could talk, which was beyond her for the moment. He glanced at his watch. "I came to walk you home when you get finished here."
She checked the clock on the wall and almost sighed with relief. Eight o'clock. The library was open late on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and the day had seemed interminable. Then his words registered. He'd come to walk her home! She smiled at him. "I'll be just a minute."
Five minutes later, she locked the door of the library behind them and smiled up at him. "It's nice of you to come down here."
Syaoran reached for her hand, sending a shock wave of want deep into her belly. His big hand engulfed hers, the skin tough and callused, so utterly male. "I didn't like the idea of you walking home in the dark."
Sakura smiled with real amusement though her heart stuttered at the possessive note in his voice. "I've done it for years."
"Yeah, but now I'm here and you don't have to."
"It's pretty safe, Syaoran. You're in Tomeda, remember? People still sit on their front porches here."
"Sorry. I haven't been anywhere where people look out for each other like they do here in a long time."
"No?" She'd like to know more about where he'd been, what he'd done. "Where did you go? Nobody ever knew."
Syaoran slowed his pace. "I was in Brazil for about 18 months after I first left here. Hunting diamonds."
"Ever find any?"
He turned his head and looked down at her and she could just see the flash of his grin. "A few."
"What's a few?" She sensed he was teasing her.
"Enough to buy my own mine. Sold it last year for a nice profit."
Sakura stopped walking. "Are you serious? Then you're — you're —"
"Rich." His voice was definitely amused now. "Yeah. I could buy every house in Tomeda and have money left over."
She cleared her throat. "Tomeda must seem pretty provincial to you now."
"No." He looked down at her and his gaze was serious. "Tomeda seems too good to be true. In the diamond mines, men's lives aren't worth a lot. Accidents are common. Fights are daily occurrences and more often than not, somebody winds up dead."
She shivered at the flat recital.
"Hong Kong is a walk in the park compared to diamond mining, but there's no community, no neighborly spirit. If you get mugged, I guarantee at least half the passersby will avert their eyes and keep right on going."
"You live in Hong Kong now?" The only time she'd ever been to Hong Kong was with the high school band when they marched in a Thanksgiving Day parade.
He nodded. "I've been there for about seven years. I have a firm that imports diamonds."
Imports diamonds? He imports diamonds for a living. Well, no, she thought, not for a living. Because he was wealthy enough that he probably would never have to work again unless he wanted to. Their lives couldn't have been more different now. She couldn't begin to compete with the slick sophistication of the women he would be surrounded with every day. Her spirits, so high a moment ago, plunged into a dark abyss of disappointment.
Then, as if he'd divined her thoughts, he said, "I dreamed about you for years, you know."
Cautiously, she repeated, "About me?"
He raised their linked hands and kissed her knuckles. "About you."
She wanted to ask him to elaborate, but her innate reserve just wouldn't release her tongue. He probably hadn't meant it in the flattering way she hoped.
Predictably, their walk took forever because Syaoran was recognized repeatedly by both friends and former foes. "Wild Man!" she heard over and over as cronies from his hell-raising days caught up.
"Remember when you sat on top of that telephone pole for three days to win that bet?"
"Old man Truitt damn near took your head off with that baseball bat. Good thing you ducked or you'd be a memory now."
"You wouldn't recognize Csajku Lukki if you fell over her. She has five kids now — can you believe it?"
They walked on. "So," said Sakura as the rows of houses gave way to a long shady street where enormous old oaks blocked the streetlights and shadows were thick and deep. "As you can see, this place doesn't change a whole lot. We've got Internet service providers but it's still the same little town that has a living crèche in the town square at Christmas."
"I like it." He turned to face her, setting his hands at her waist. "Sakura, I know you think I'm different, but I'm still the same Wild Man you remember."
"Syaoran," she said breathlessly.
"What?" He began to walk her backward.
"You were always Syaoran to me." A moment later she felt the rough bark of one of the solid trees at her back, halting her motion.
Syaoran kept coming, though, and slowly, slowly, he pressed his weight against her, trapping her between the tree and the unyielding strength of his big body. He lifted his hands and plunged his fingers through her hair, scattering pins and wrecking her tidy twist. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her arms, and once again he put his hands on her, though this time he lightly gripped her hips.
"I thought about this all day." His voice was a low growl. "About how you made that little sound in your throat." He paused, so close that she could feel the sweet whisper of his breath against her cheek. "I want to hear that noise again."
Then his mouth rocked onto hers and she couldn't think. All she could do was clutch the iron-hard muscles of his shoulders as his tongue invaded her mouth until her toes curled up in her summer sandals.
His hands stayed at her hips as his mouth plundered hers, and she began to twist restlessly against him, feeling an almost desperate desire to have his hands on her aching, throbbing breasts. Last night he'd wanted to touch her there. Did he still?
Tearing her mouth from his, she panted, "You can...touch me."
He stilled, though he didn't move away. "I am touching you," he said in a low, gravelly tone.
"I mean," her fingers brushed lightly over his, "where you touched me last night."
He still didn't move. "Where's that?" He took her hand lightly. "You'll have to show me."
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Card Captor Sakura or the original story line.
Walk on the Wild Side
This fanfic is adapted from Anne Marie Winston's Original Story
There are a lot of changes to the main story. It is a total AU and there is no trace of Touya in this either.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THOSE WHO REVIEWED THE 1ST AND 2ND CHAPTERS. HERE'S CHAPTER 3 …
SAKURA HAS JUST REUNITED WITH SYAORAN. SAKURA JUST ASKED HIM A VERY UNUSUAL QUESTION AND HE HAD AN ANSWER WE ALL KNEW.
Chapter Three
Sakura worked the next day as usual, although she was sure her feet never touched the ground once. Syaoran was home...and they had a date for the reunion...and he was going to — they were going to — make love. Her honest nature balked at that one a little. After all, Syaoran was going to teach her about sex. Their agreement had nothing to do with love.
That thought slightly deflated the bubble of anticipation and happiness that threatened to burst right through her skin.
Don't be silly, she lectured herself. Yesterday you were resigned to being the old maid librarian of the town. But yesterday, she realized, she'd thought Syaoran had left Tomeda forever. Her heart had been in storage most of her life, because she'd never wanted to give it to anyone.
Except Syaoran. The truth was a brutal blow. How long had she been dancing around it? Ignoring it? She'd probably have continued on in stoic avoidance mode until they carried her away in a pine box if he hadn't come back to Tomeda —
"Sakura, there's someone to see you." Her youngest assistant poked a head into her office, where she'd been looking over the children's librarian's wish list for the next fiscal year. "And he's totally hot."
Sakura's pulse doubled. But before she could say anything, she heard a bellow — a loud, completely unlibrarylike masculine voice — calling her. "Sakura? Help! Get out here and save me."
Hastily she rose and stepped into the area behind the desk. Syaoran stood in front of the checkout counter, his hands folded gravely in front of him like a chastised child, while Miss Manko stood in front of him shaking one gnarled finger vigorously beneath his nose.
"I knew you were that Li boy the minute I saw you step through the door. You were the scourge of my tomato patch once upon a time. Hope you've changed, because I've got a load of buckshot waiting to greet you if you haven't."
Syaoran was grinning, the engaging aw-shucks grin that made his dimples dance and his blue eyes twinkle. He gave Miss Manko the full effect of his attention, and his blond hair, left just a little too long to be conventional, caught the light and gleamed like an angel's halo each time he nodded his head. Some angel.
"Miss Manko. I thought I had changed until you mentioned your tomatoes. Nobody in Tomeda grows better tomatoes than you."
He continued his smooth patter until Sakura was astonished to hear the grouchy old Manko widow offering to give him a bag of tomatoes if he stopped by. She shook her head in reluctant amusement and Syaoran raised his head then, distracted by the movement. Their eyes meet, caught, and held, and suddenly the room seemed too small, the air too thin, her clothes too restrictive on her oversensitive skin.
"Sakura." Syaoran could talk, which was beyond her for the moment. He glanced at his watch. "I came to walk you home when you get finished here."
She checked the clock on the wall and almost sighed with relief. Eight o'clock. The library was open late on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and the day had seemed interminable. Then his words registered. He'd come to walk her home! She smiled at him. "I'll be just a minute."
Five minutes later, she locked the door of the library behind them and smiled up at him. "It's nice of you to come down here."
Syaoran reached for her hand, sending a shock wave of want deep into her belly. His big hand engulfed hers, the skin tough and callused, so utterly male. "I didn't like the idea of you walking home in the dark."
Sakura smiled with real amusement though her heart stuttered at the possessive note in his voice. "I've done it for years."
"Yeah, but now I'm here and you don't have to."
"It's pretty safe, Syaoran. You're in Tomeda, remember? People still sit on their front porches here."
"Sorry. I haven't been anywhere where people look out for each other like they do here in a long time."
"No?" She'd like to know more about where he'd been, what he'd done. "Where did you go? Nobody ever knew."
Syaoran slowed his pace. "I was in Brazil for about 18 months after I first left here. Hunting diamonds."
"Ever find any?"
He turned his head and looked down at her and she could just see the flash of his grin. "A few."
"What's a few?" She sensed he was teasing her.
"Enough to buy my own mine. Sold it last year for a nice profit."
Sakura stopped walking. "Are you serious? Then you're — you're —"
"Rich." His voice was definitely amused now. "Yeah. I could buy every house in Tomeda and have money left over."
She cleared her throat. "Tomeda must seem pretty provincial to you now."
"No." He looked down at her and his gaze was serious. "Tomeda seems too good to be true. In the diamond mines, men's lives aren't worth a lot. Accidents are common. Fights are daily occurrences and more often than not, somebody winds up dead."
She shivered at the flat recital.
"Hong Kong is a walk in the park compared to diamond mining, but there's no community, no neighborly spirit. If you get mugged, I guarantee at least half the passersby will avert their eyes and keep right on going."
"You live in Hong Kong now?" The only time she'd ever been to Hong Kong was with the high school band when they marched in a Thanksgiving Day parade.
He nodded. "I've been there for about seven years. I have a firm that imports diamonds."
Imports diamonds? He imports diamonds for a living. Well, no, she thought, not for a living. Because he was wealthy enough that he probably would never have to work again unless he wanted to. Their lives couldn't have been more different now. She couldn't begin to compete with the slick sophistication of the women he would be surrounded with every day. Her spirits, so high a moment ago, plunged into a dark abyss of disappointment.
Then, as if he'd divined her thoughts, he said, "I dreamed about you for years, you know."
Cautiously, she repeated, "About me?"
He raised their linked hands and kissed her knuckles. "About you."
She wanted to ask him to elaborate, but her innate reserve just wouldn't release her tongue. He probably hadn't meant it in the flattering way she hoped.
Predictably, their walk took forever because Syaoran was recognized repeatedly by both friends and former foes. "Wild Man!" she heard over and over as cronies from his hell-raising days caught up.
"Remember when you sat on top of that telephone pole for three days to win that bet?"
"Old man Truitt damn near took your head off with that baseball bat. Good thing you ducked or you'd be a memory now."
"You wouldn't recognize Csajku Lukki if you fell over her. She has five kids now — can you believe it?"
They walked on. "So," said Sakura as the rows of houses gave way to a long shady street where enormous old oaks blocked the streetlights and shadows were thick and deep. "As you can see, this place doesn't change a whole lot. We've got Internet service providers but it's still the same little town that has a living crèche in the town square at Christmas."
"I like it." He turned to face her, setting his hands at her waist. "Sakura, I know you think I'm different, but I'm still the same Wild Man you remember."
"Syaoran," she said breathlessly.
"What?" He began to walk her backward.
"You were always Syaoran to me." A moment later she felt the rough bark of one of the solid trees at her back, halting her motion.
Syaoran kept coming, though, and slowly, slowly, he pressed his weight against her, trapping her between the tree and the unyielding strength of his big body. He lifted his hands and plunged his fingers through her hair, scattering pins and wrecking her tidy twist. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her arms, and once again he put his hands on her, though this time he lightly gripped her hips.
"I thought about this all day." His voice was a low growl. "About how you made that little sound in your throat." He paused, so close that she could feel the sweet whisper of his breath against her cheek. "I want to hear that noise again."
Then his mouth rocked onto hers and she couldn't think. All she could do was clutch the iron-hard muscles of his shoulders as his tongue invaded her mouth until her toes curled up in her summer sandals.
His hands stayed at her hips as his mouth plundered hers, and she began to twist restlessly against him, feeling an almost desperate desire to have his hands on her aching, throbbing breasts. Last night he'd wanted to touch her there. Did he still?
Tearing her mouth from his, she panted, "You can...touch me."
He stilled, though he didn't move away. "I am touching you," he said in a low, gravelly tone.
"I mean," her fingers brushed lightly over his, "where you touched me last night."
He still didn't move. "Where's that?" He took her hand lightly. "You'll have to show me."