Match-maked
By like a falling star
~four years later~
"This is a really nice place, Syao-kun!" Sakura gushed, beaming. They were at a restaurant, a cozy, romantic place minus the snobby old women and the stiff waiters.
"Hmm." Syaoran said noncommittally. He liked the place as well but he was far too nervous that day. It was an important day. He couldn't afford to mess up. Not with Sakura at stake.
Syaoran pulled out a chair for Sakura before sitting down himself. He had changed a lot in the past couple of years, from a brash, teenage boy to a real gentleman. Eriol himself had said that he was probably influencing Syaoran. At which Syaoran scoffed.
"It seems like an expensive place, Syao-kun. Are you sure you don't mind paying?" Sakura's worried face floated in front of him, snapping him back to reality.
He took her hands in his. "Of course, Sakura. You know I don't scrimp on things for you."
Sakura blushed, a habit, which neither of them ever got out of.
It was a peaceful dinner, to say the least. They were carrying on a lively conversation about future job prospects. Sakura was taking an arts course in University, while Syaoran had put his math to good use, taking economics. [A.N.: whatever. I'm only in secondary school, so I'm just randomly naming some subjects, which may or may not be actual courses in University.]
Beneath that, however, Syaoran was shaking like a leaf. He'd never been more nervous in his entire life. Well, except for that one time, the first time they'd been on a date.
He lifted his eyebrows at the waiter, who had been instructed earlier on what to do.
The waiter nodded in comprehension and went into the kitchen.
He brought out a plate of strawberry crème cheesecake, undisputedly Sakura's very favourite dessert. He then set it down on the table, smiling as he did so. "Enjoy your dessert, ma'am." He said pleasantly, and left.
Sakura smiled at Syaoran. "Strawberry cheesecake!"
Syaoran smiled back. His smile was a little wobbly; he was way too anxious at her reaction.
Sakura lifted the bright red strawberry off the cake the licked the whipped cream off. "Mmm.. Want some?" she offered.
Syaoran shook his head no.
Sakura then stopped dead in her tracks, her hand frozen in their journey to her mouth.
Where the strawberry had been placed was a scooped hole. In that shallow, pale pink hole lay a ring, a sparkling, wonderful, beautiful ring, which glittered with diamonds, in the middle of which lay a gleaming, trillion- cut emerald.
Sakura couldn't even gasp; she was at a loss for words. ".- .-"
Syaoran gingerly picked up the ring, which remained unstained by the cake. He gazed seriously into her eyes. "Sakura Kinomoto. will. will you." he took a deep breath. "Will you marry me?"
Sakura burst into tears.
Syaoran felt his heart break. She was crying. Crying because of what he said. "Sakura. Sakura, I'm sorry. If you're not ready. I'll wait."
Sakura's tears subsided. "This. this is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me." She said. "Yes, Syao-kun, yes, I will marry you." She met his gaze. "I love you."
Syaoran blushed, and felt his heart burst with joy, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He gently lifted Sakura's hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. Like it was made for her. Made for them.
"Love you too, Sakura. I really do."
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Author's Notes: Well, there it is. It's done, absolutely COMPLETE. Yes! The end of my first-ever pure S+S. Hope you enjoyed it enough to review. Thanks so much, all my readers! Love you lots! Oh, and I'm definitely writing the E+T side to this story. Look forward to it, coming some time next week. Till then, cya!
~four years later~
"This is a really nice place, Syao-kun!" Sakura gushed, beaming. They were at a restaurant, a cozy, romantic place minus the snobby old women and the stiff waiters.
"Hmm." Syaoran said noncommittally. He liked the place as well but he was far too nervous that day. It was an important day. He couldn't afford to mess up. Not with Sakura at stake.
Syaoran pulled out a chair for Sakura before sitting down himself. He had changed a lot in the past couple of years, from a brash, teenage boy to a real gentleman. Eriol himself had said that he was probably influencing Syaoran. At which Syaoran scoffed.
"It seems like an expensive place, Syao-kun. Are you sure you don't mind paying?" Sakura's worried face floated in front of him, snapping him back to reality.
He took her hands in his. "Of course, Sakura. You know I don't scrimp on things for you."
Sakura blushed, a habit, which neither of them ever got out of.
It was a peaceful dinner, to say the least. They were carrying on a lively conversation about future job prospects. Sakura was taking an arts course in University, while Syaoran had put his math to good use, taking economics. [A.N.: whatever. I'm only in secondary school, so I'm just randomly naming some subjects, which may or may not be actual courses in University.]
Beneath that, however, Syaoran was shaking like a leaf. He'd never been more nervous in his entire life. Well, except for that one time, the first time they'd been on a date.
He lifted his eyebrows at the waiter, who had been instructed earlier on what to do.
The waiter nodded in comprehension and went into the kitchen.
He brought out a plate of strawberry crème cheesecake, undisputedly Sakura's very favourite dessert. He then set it down on the table, smiling as he did so. "Enjoy your dessert, ma'am." He said pleasantly, and left.
Sakura smiled at Syaoran. "Strawberry cheesecake!"
Syaoran smiled back. His smile was a little wobbly; he was way too anxious at her reaction.
Sakura lifted the bright red strawberry off the cake the licked the whipped cream off. "Mmm.. Want some?" she offered.
Syaoran shook his head no.
Sakura then stopped dead in her tracks, her hand frozen in their journey to her mouth.
Where the strawberry had been placed was a scooped hole. In that shallow, pale pink hole lay a ring, a sparkling, wonderful, beautiful ring, which glittered with diamonds, in the middle of which lay a gleaming, trillion- cut emerald.
Sakura couldn't even gasp; she was at a loss for words. ".- .-"
Syaoran gingerly picked up the ring, which remained unstained by the cake. He gazed seriously into her eyes. "Sakura Kinomoto. will. will you." he took a deep breath. "Will you marry me?"
Sakura burst into tears.
Syaoran felt his heart break. She was crying. Crying because of what he said. "Sakura. Sakura, I'm sorry. If you're not ready. I'll wait."
Sakura's tears subsided. "This. this is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me." She said. "Yes, Syao-kun, yes, I will marry you." She met his gaze. "I love you."
Syaoran blushed, and felt his heart burst with joy, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He gently lifted Sakura's hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. Like it was made for her. Made for them.
"Love you too, Sakura. I really do."
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Author's Notes: Well, there it is. It's done, absolutely COMPLETE. Yes! The end of my first-ever pure S+S. Hope you enjoyed it enough to review. Thanks so much, all my readers! Love you lots! Oh, and I'm definitely writing the E+T side to this story. Look forward to it, coming some time next week. Till then, cya!