I've Been Engaged to My Worst Nightmare!
2: A Search! Sakura's Long Awaited Demise!
Sakura sighed as she waited patiently for her food. Bored. Slowly, she found her hand reaching for her hair and pulling it over her shoulder, before her hand began to run it's fingers through it. Then her left hand joined it. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself beginning to braid her hair into a tight braid, but since she didn't have anything to tie it with, she sighed once again and tossed it over her shoulder. Temporary entertainment, if you could even call it that.
Just then, after waiting about 10 minutes, a plate slid across the counter and right up to her. FOOD!
Without waiting to be handed the chopsticks, she began to pick at it with her fingers and stuff her face with the delicious meat.
So, juicy... tender... so savoring! Oh! The wonderful taste!
She ate hastily and greedily, but by the time the waitress had returned with the chopsticks, a 3/4 of the plate was empty.
"My, such an appetite!" The waitress exclaimed, as she rested her elbows onto the counter and her head in her hands. She began to watch Sakura finish off the meal.
"You act as though you've never eaten!" The girl mumbled.
Sakura shook her head. "Actually, im just really-- *gulp* hungry...." she said, as she swallowed the last piece on her plate, then calmly setting her plate down as if she had a reputation to keep, then settled back into her chair.
"Ah! That was good!" Sakura exclaimed. And just as she was about to wipe her hands on her silk attire, the waitress stopped her by shoving a napkin into her hands.
"Better use that than that lovely shirt of yours."
Sakura smiled sheepishly as she mumbled a thank you.
The waitress extended her hand in friendship.
"My name is Tomoyo. Might I ask what yours is?" Her amethyst eyes dancing with glee.
"Uh... Im Sakura. Sakura Kinomoto." Sakura answered as she reached for the hand, but as she had clasped her hand, another person appeared from the kitchen. The cook.
"And I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa." He said, a glare reflecting off of his glasses as he extended his hand as well.
Sakura nodded and shook his hand as well.
Such kind people!
*
Syaoran ran and ran through the rain. His umbrella that he had brought with his was ripped from his hand like a kite in the wind several minutes earlier.
He had been running 10 fucking minutes, and still no sight of the damned girl!
His head whipped from left to right, a hand shielding his eyes from the rain. Just then, realization hit him. He quickly came to a stop as he groaned in frustration.
"Shit. What am I doing?! I don't even know what this girl looks like!" he growled in frustration.
Aggressively shoving his hand into his pocket, he reached for his cell, but what came as a shock to him was that.... IT WASN'T THERE!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
"Damn! Why me of all people!?" he growled.
Finally, he sighed. Why was he even trying??? It's not like he DID want to marry her or anything like that! Ha! That's the LAST thing he wanted to do in HIS lifetime!
He shivered. 'It's so cold... I wonder how that girl is fairing. Probably better than me.' he thought in frustration. Then, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a small soup shop/restaurant. Ah, a place to get out of the cold and a place to get something to eat! And if he was lucky, they might have a phone he could use. Heh heh... score!
"Heh. Maybe my luck IS turning around!" he exclaimed as he began to make his way towards the source of the light wafting aroma...
*
"Ah, so your parents are Japanese!" Eriol exclaimed, as if in deep thought as he placed two fingers onto his chin. His hand an 'L' shape.
"Oh! Don't act so surprised! You know my parents are too!" Tomoyo exclaimed, slightly jealous as she elbowed him in the ribs lightly.
"Ow! That hurts!" he teased.
Tomoyo blushed. Eriol was always such a flirt! Soon, both found themselves joking with each other, playfully pushing one another. This continued for quite some time, and it wasn't long till Sakura found herself bored again. She was about to tell them about her engagement, but was cut off, and didn't feel like bothering the two 'love birds'. She sighed.
She was still slightly cold from her damp clothes, but it was better than being out IN the rain. She felt as though she was standing in snow, but held herself back from shivering. She didn't want THEM to worry about her! Never! Pride, my friends. It was pride that made her so stubborn!
She was about to slide out of the high stool, but before she did, a noise from behind her startled her, and she turned to look and see who it was.
Hm. The large red flaps were pulled aside to reveal... A boy that looked to be her age, but with chestnut hair and amber eyes. And boy, did he look PISSED.
She didn't feel like sticking around to find out though.
Sliding out of her damp red dyed leather seat, she grabbed her pack and slung it over her shoulders. This caused Tomoyo and Eriol to suddenly stop horsing around, and they quickly became very formal when they noticed the boy walking towards them.
Straightening her back and whipping out a little notebook and pen, she prepared to take his order, meanwhile, Eriol made his way back into the kitchen while Sakura exited the shop. Not realizing the trouble she had just escaped.
*
Syaoran felt as if he wanted to cheer! Finally! Into someplace warmer than outside, and food inside too boot!
Just then, not paying any mind to the waitress and cook flirting, he noticed a girl with long auburn hair in a braid and green eyes pass him by. Hm. She looked to be a traveler.
He felt slightly bad. People these days. Too poor to get a taxi, and too poor for a plane ticket, causing them to hitch hike. The poor losers.
But, he quickly dismissed the thought and made his way up to the counter where he took a seat next to the one the girl had just been seated in.
"Nihao!" Tomoyo greeted, as she handed him a menu.
He stayed silent as he took the menu from her hands. He scanned the menu, then sighed. The only thing he COULD afford on the menu was the teriyaki. It's not that he didn't like teriyaki or anything, but the crab soup sounded so much better...
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the only change he thought necessary to bring. Chump change.
"Are you ready to order now, sir?" Tomoyo asked. Her amethyst eyes smiling on their own.
"I'll take the teriyaki."
"Okay, that's one teriyaki. Would you like anything to drink with that?"
"Water." he said sternly, in a very unfriendly manner.
"Okay, one teriyaki and one water. Coming right up!" she cheeped, as she pushed the red flaps aside that lead to the kitchen.
Syaoran scanned the place. Small, cozy... it wasn't long till...
*Bam!*
Tomoyo slammed the glass of water down in front of him, startling him.
"Here's your water!" she said cheerfully, but on the inside, she frowned down upon him. 'Yeah, here's your water, you stupid jerk.' she thought, as her eye began to twitch.
*
Sakura shivered again. And to think that she thought the rain had lightened up a bit! HA! It had only STARTED to rain! And by every passing second, it continued to get thicker and come down harder!
She growled in frustration as she managed to get her pack off and pull it over her head to act like an umbrella. A VERY HEAVY umbrella at that!
She scanned the area. No shelter's what so ever! Just her luck... 'Must be some bad karma or something...' she thought bitterly as she continued her journey to escape her fiancé.
*
"WHAT?!" Syaoran yelled into the phone, that is of course, after finishing off his teriyaki.
"You heard what I said! Green eyes, long auburn hair!" his mother snapped over the other side of the line.
Syaoran frowned. He had just missed her! Damn!
"Oh, um... I gotta go!" He said quickly, as he slammed the phone down and had cut his mother off. He had to act quick, otherwise, this search could last forever! NOOOOO!!!!
*
Yelan jerked the phone away from her ear as her son had just slammed the receiver down and had cut her off in mid sentence.
She then place the phone down onto the floor next to her. Unsure of what to do in this sort of situation, she picked her fan up that was lying besides her and continued to fan Fujitaka while she supported him into a sitting position with one of her arms. He was out cold!
'Hurry my son!' she thought urgently. 'My arm is killing me!'
*
Syaoran dashed down the wet streets, searching for that damned girl again. His body cold, his feet aching, and his hair matted to his head!
Just when he was about to stop running and begin to take it at a slower pace, he noticed a blurred figure just up ahead. It was a girls figure, that's for sure. All of those curves. But was it who he was looking for?
He began to run faster, his heart racing. But he had to find out if it was really her. And it would of probably looked even more stupid of him if he just walked up to her and asked, "Uh, are you Sakura?"
He decided against it. So, instead, he took this approach...
"Sakura!!!" he yelled. He watched the girl stop, her features becoming more and more clear as he got closer, then he noticed her panic. Yup. Definently her!
*
"Sakura!!!"
Sakura heard this masculine voice from behind. Who the hell was it now???
She turned to look, and she noticed it was that same boy from the soup shop. Now what did HE want??
Then a part of her screamed for her to run! Then it hit her. Was it her... FIANCE?!?! She just couldn't take the chance! Okay, time to run!
She found herself dropping her pack to ground as she tried to make a fast get away. Leaving the pack filled with her belongings behind, quickly forgotten. Her long well built legs carrying her off. But they just weren't fast enough!
Now Syaoran was closing in. Think she could get away?? Ha. As if.
Now HIS well built, LONGER legs took him off, and running swiftly after her. And he was catching up quickly!
That's when he noticed how short she REALLY was. She was about a foot shorter than he, but man! She sure was quick!
Before too long, he was right behind her. If this kept up, the both of them were going to get ammonia, or the flu! Or something like that....
He quickly reached out, extending his arms, and grabbed, then pulled her back as they both skidded to a stop.
Syaoran tightened his hold around her waist as he lifted her off of the ground, which didn't' help much, because not only was she fighting him with her upper part, but also her legs too!
"Stop squirming, dammit!" he yelled.
"Get your hands off me, you pervert!" she yelled back as she continued to fight him.
Her fists swinging this way and that, and her feet kicking and swinging back and forth as she also squirmed in his grasp. And finally, when she had had enough, she brought her elbows flying downwards and right into his gut. She felt him wrench. Heh. She KNEW he felt THAT one! Then she did it again. And again. And again! And just when his grip was almost loose enough for her to escape through, she swiftly brought her right leg up till it was more than parallel to her body and her foot connecting with his face.
She was released immediately, and then jumped out of his grasp, ran a few feet, before spinning around and forming a fighting stance. Sending a death glare directly at his huddled form. One of his hands clutching his side while the other was rubbing his head. She heard his slight moaning. But she knew he was trying to choke the sound down. Heh. What a total LOSER! If he was smart, he wouldn't of picked a fight with her. EVERYBODY in town knew she was a master in the world of Martial arts! Well... except him! Heh. He had NO chance against her!
After realizing that he wasn't going to be getting up for anytime soon, she relaxed, then exhaled. Hmph. Serves him right!
She quickly pulled down one of her bottom eye lids, then she stuck her tongue out.
"MMmmmmmmmm!!!!"
Then she decided it was her time to escape. Ha! The great escape!
She grinned triumphantly as she turned about face, and began to run. No sooner than she had taken 4 yards, something latched itself to her ankles, sending her crashing to the ground.
"AHH!" she quickly let out, as she stuck her hands out in front of her to keep her from falling face first into the cement.
She quickly rolled over onto her back, then sat up, and took several deep breaths to regain herself. She looked down at her feet. She growled after seeing what seemed to be fishing line wrapped around her ankles several times with two solid rubber black balls on both ends.
'H-How dare he!' she thought in anger.
She watched as he slowly stood. Still clutching his side, and a large swollen bump on his head. Glowing as red as an apples skin.
"HEY! WHAT WAS THE BIG IDEA OF KICKING ME IN THE HEAD!?" he yelled in anger.
After not receiving an answer, he began to slowly walk towards her, causing her to panic. She quickly began to pull and tug and TRY to unwind the line, but when he was only about yard away, she figured it was too late to mess with it, and pushed herself to her feet, turned, and began to hop, hop, hop, hop, and hop away. But she just wasn't a very fast hopper because before she knew what had happened, Syaoran had thrown another one at her, but this time wrapping itself around her arms and waist, causing her to fall again, but this time, she fell face first into the hard stone.
Now what was she supposed to do?!
Continued....
Author's Notes: Okay, this might be the last chapter that's really suited for children under 13. After this point, the ratings going up to ages 16 and up! (For some brief nudity, if not more)
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, another ones coming up soon! So be prepared!