DISCLAIMER: -in melancholy tone- CCS is not mine.
-Syaoran shakes his head- You know, no one reads your disclaimer anyway.
-UrbanCinderella glares at Syaoran, a glare rivaling his own- They do too.
-Syaoran wordlessly points to the bored looking audience-
Author's note(s): Okay, well, this is an important author's note. I need someone to help me with editing. Well, not so much editing as just proofreading. Once I get done with the chapter, I'm normally in a hurry and I just post it without reviewing to check my grammar, etc.
I know having a real editor is hard. I don't really need someone to check my ideas, etc, etc, and change the words. I just need someone who will help with fixing little typos. If anyone is interested, you'd be such a lifesaver.
Meinin-I remember the first time we talked, you said something like you weren't an editor in strict terms, more of a proofreader? I understand you're busy with school, but would you be interested? If not, that's fine.
Well if anyone is, please email me at OfferzOnly@yahoo.com Thanks!!
On with the story. . . ^_^
****
Sakura kept her ears open for following footsteps, but was fairly certain they had made it to the new hotel without being followed. As soon as she shut the door, Sakura let out a huge sigh of relief.
She looked up to find Syaoran looking at her, an amused expression plastered on his face.
"What?" she demanded.
He smirked. "You just looked cute for a minute, that's all." She watched as he paled, his eyes widening in surprise at himself. He quickly reformed his smirk and added, "It was a surprise."
Before she could respond, he turned and went in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Sakura stood there, dazed, for a minute before lowering herself onto the bed.
'He said I was cute.'
****
Syaoran splashed some water on his face, growling angrily.
'I can't believe I just called her cute. I'm an agent, for goodness sake, and I'm on the job. It was unprofessional. Something she would do.'
He smirked at his last thought. It felt good to think that, though he had to admit she had certainly been holding her own lately.
'Except around my cousin,' he reminded himself.
The sting of jealousy coursed through his veins though he refused to admit knowing what it was.
'If my cousin wants her, he can have her. She's nothing to me.'
Even in his head, he knew it was a lie.
****
She was flopped out on the bed when he opened the bathroom door, his scowl ever-present. Without speaking a word to her, he grabbed his coat and opened the hotel door, slamming it behind him.
Her face flashed with anger and through her fury she decided quickly on a plan. She opened the room door and watched as he waited for the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, she raced down the hall. Using all her weight, she forced her way into the stairway and began running violently down the stairs. Only then did she realize they were ten stories up.
By the time she reached the bottom, both her breath and her curses were heavy. She forced open the door with a last ounce of strength and found herself in the lobby. She scanned around for Syaoran. She was about to go back to the room when she spotted his chocolate hair heading out the door.
She ran after him, stopping a couple yards behind him. She now had a chance to catch her breath. She watched as he walked, seemingly aimless, up and down many of the main streets.
After a boring hour of trailing him, Syaoran turned into the Subway she had used just the day before. He bought two sandwiches and turned to go out the door. Not anticipating his sudden turn, Sakura jumped back into someone. She apologized, terrified he had seen her, but he didn't seem to.
Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Sakura continued her game. Although she had expected Syaoran to head back to their hotel room, he turned into a quiet street. Sakura's curiosity was reawakened. She waited a full three minutes before turning the corner.
Rough hands grabbed her, pulling her in a corner. Once she recovered from her surprise, she fought harshly to get rid of the hands. A face appeared from the shadows. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Why are you following me, Sakura?"
The horror turned into anger. She pulled herself from his grasp, though she mistook the amount of force needed and almost toppled backwards. He caught her around the waist.
Her cheeks turned a light pink as he pulled her back, closer to him. She avoided his eyes, knowing they would hold scorn.
She waited for him to release her waist but he never did. She did not ask him to. Although she told herself she didn't want to see the scorn in his eyes, she also couldn't help but enjoy the gentle tingles his touch sent through her.
She waited in silence before realizing he had asked her a question. "You just ran off, Syaoran. You didn't tell me anything."
He was quiet. His silence rang in her ears as skepticism. She took a breath and finished quietly. "I wanted to know where you were going."
She looked up into his eyes finally, hers glowing fiercely. "I know you were lying last time. I wanted to know why you were really leaving."
His eyes were intent on hers. She blushed under the gaze and focused her eyes again on the ground. They stood in silence for another minute before she felt his right hand leave her waist.
She pushed away the disappointment, ignoring the fact that her waist felt cold now.
Waiting for his left hand to be removed, she was surprised to feel his right hand underneath her chin. He tilted it upwards, making her look him in the eye.
She looked at him nervously. His deep amber eyes sought out her beautiful emerald ones. Once they locked, Sakura found herself drifting away. The only things her body could feel was the warmth his hand gave her waist and the shivers his gaze sent down her spine.
He leaned down, pulling her closer in the same motion. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he slowly closed the distance. She felt his breath coming heavily before his lips found her own.
The tingles her body felt at his touch were nothing compared to this. Instead of gentle tingles, she now felt lighting. As though her body was being electrocuted, all she could do was hang on.
How long they were together Sakura didn't know. A cat lurched from behind a trashcan. Its war-like yowl broke the two apart, each breathing heavily.
Sakura looked at him through her eyelashes, somewhat pleased to see he looked as hopeless as she guessed she looked.
He bent down and picked something up: The Subway bag. Sakura watched helplessly as he turned and headed back towards the hotel. He didn't say a word to her.
****
'Why did she follow me?' he wondered for what had to be the millionth time. He let out another string of curses.
'Better yet, why did I have to do that?' He had been reprimanding himself ever since the scene.
Here that single awful voice piped in its two cents. 'Because you wanted to. You wanted to kiss her.'
He pushed it away quickly. He couldn't want to kiss her. This was a mission. She was a silly girl.
So she was pretty. That much he had to admit. Everything about her was beautiful. He smiled thinking about the way she could be graceful and clumsy in the same breath, the way she looked when she was embarrassed, the way her chest rose and fell when she slept.
He wiped the smile from his lips. He had to stop that.
'From now on, nothing she does will affect me. She'll just be another girl. I'll live with her, deal with her, and finish this job with her. That's it. And most importantly, I won't get those stupid little tingles when she touches me.'
It sounded good. His mind seemed made up.
Until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
****
Angrily, she raced after him. She could see him up ahead. Pushing her way through the small crowd, she put her hand on his shoulder. She was too angry to notice the way her heart skipped when he turned.
His amber eyes were hardened. Her emerald eyes were hurt.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice icy.
His iciness was like adding kindling to the fire. Her fury was now blazing hot. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to a more private spot of the sidewalk, ignoring the cold stares people gave them.
"Listen, you, you. . ." she cursed as she realized she was already stuttering. She forced herself to finish the sentence. "You idiot! I'm not going to let you just drag me into an alley, kiss me, and then pretend like it never happened. I don't work like that. I'm not a slut."
He waited patiently for her to cool down. "Are you done?"
Her face turned red. Syaoran expected steam to come out of her ears.
"You asshole! You think you're so cool and sexy and collected and that you don't need anyone and that you're so independent and . . .," she caught her run-on sentence. "It's like you think you're James Bond." She looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm not going to let you do that to me. You at least owe me an apology."
He moved closer to her, dropping his face to her level before speaking. "What if I'm not sorry I did it?"
She stood there, gaping at him. The bottom of her entire argument fell through. Hurriedly, she shut her mouth, though she couldn't stop her staring.
He smirked, an awful use of his lips. "We should head back to the hotel."
Unable to speak, she nodded, letting him lead. She let the silence settle between the two until they were in the elevator. Finally she had loosened her tongue enough to speak.
"Why did you do that, Syaoran?"
He looked up, surprised. His eyes turned pained and he looked away quickly. She kept her mouth firmly shut all through dinner. She was afraid she might ruin something.
That night she went to the bathroom before he could. Once she finished her nightly rituals, she climbed into bed, realizing she hadn't spoken a single word to him since the elevator. She rolled over so she was facing away from Syaoran. She heard him slip into his bed and turn off the light.
'Not even a goodnight kiss.' She pushed the rebellious thought away angrily.
She heard his movement behind her and looked up quickly. His eyes glowed dangerously in the light that broke through the curtained window. He bent down and pressed his lips against hers in a forceful kiss.
Once again Sakura felt herself lose control. He broke the kiss quickly, searching her eyes for something. Finding it, a smile appeared on his lips. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Goodnight, Sakura."
****
Author's Note2: Heh heh, I meant to wait a little bit longer, but I couldn't help it. I needed a little Syaoran/Sakura romance today. Oh yes, I know this isn't incredibly long but I know you guys are loving every inch of it. Isn't it sweeeeeeet? -bliss-
-Syaoran shakes his head- You know, no one reads your disclaimer anyway.
-UrbanCinderella glares at Syaoran, a glare rivaling his own- They do too.
-Syaoran wordlessly points to the bored looking audience-
Author's note(s): Okay, well, this is an important author's note. I need someone to help me with editing. Well, not so much editing as just proofreading. Once I get done with the chapter, I'm normally in a hurry and I just post it without reviewing to check my grammar, etc.
I know having a real editor is hard. I don't really need someone to check my ideas, etc, etc, and change the words. I just need someone who will help with fixing little typos. If anyone is interested, you'd be such a lifesaver.
Meinin-I remember the first time we talked, you said something like you weren't an editor in strict terms, more of a proofreader? I understand you're busy with school, but would you be interested? If not, that's fine.
Well if anyone is, please email me at OfferzOnly@yahoo.com Thanks!!
On with the story. . . ^_^
****
Sakura kept her ears open for following footsteps, but was fairly certain they had made it to the new hotel without being followed. As soon as she shut the door, Sakura let out a huge sigh of relief.
She looked up to find Syaoran looking at her, an amused expression plastered on his face.
"What?" she demanded.
He smirked. "You just looked cute for a minute, that's all." She watched as he paled, his eyes widening in surprise at himself. He quickly reformed his smirk and added, "It was a surprise."
Before she could respond, he turned and went in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Sakura stood there, dazed, for a minute before lowering herself onto the bed.
'He said I was cute.'
****
Syaoran splashed some water on his face, growling angrily.
'I can't believe I just called her cute. I'm an agent, for goodness sake, and I'm on the job. It was unprofessional. Something she would do.'
He smirked at his last thought. It felt good to think that, though he had to admit she had certainly been holding her own lately.
'Except around my cousin,' he reminded himself.
The sting of jealousy coursed through his veins though he refused to admit knowing what it was.
'If my cousin wants her, he can have her. She's nothing to me.'
Even in his head, he knew it was a lie.
****
She was flopped out on the bed when he opened the bathroom door, his scowl ever-present. Without speaking a word to her, he grabbed his coat and opened the hotel door, slamming it behind him.
Her face flashed with anger and through her fury she decided quickly on a plan. She opened the room door and watched as he waited for the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, she raced down the hall. Using all her weight, she forced her way into the stairway and began running violently down the stairs. Only then did she realize they were ten stories up.
By the time she reached the bottom, both her breath and her curses were heavy. She forced open the door with a last ounce of strength and found herself in the lobby. She scanned around for Syaoran. She was about to go back to the room when she spotted his chocolate hair heading out the door.
She ran after him, stopping a couple yards behind him. She now had a chance to catch her breath. She watched as he walked, seemingly aimless, up and down many of the main streets.
After a boring hour of trailing him, Syaoran turned into the Subway she had used just the day before. He bought two sandwiches and turned to go out the door. Not anticipating his sudden turn, Sakura jumped back into someone. She apologized, terrified he had seen her, but he didn't seem to.
Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Sakura continued her game. Although she had expected Syaoran to head back to their hotel room, he turned into a quiet street. Sakura's curiosity was reawakened. She waited a full three minutes before turning the corner.
Rough hands grabbed her, pulling her in a corner. Once she recovered from her surprise, she fought harshly to get rid of the hands. A face appeared from the shadows. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Why are you following me, Sakura?"
The horror turned into anger. She pulled herself from his grasp, though she mistook the amount of force needed and almost toppled backwards. He caught her around the waist.
Her cheeks turned a light pink as he pulled her back, closer to him. She avoided his eyes, knowing they would hold scorn.
She waited for him to release her waist but he never did. She did not ask him to. Although she told herself she didn't want to see the scorn in his eyes, she also couldn't help but enjoy the gentle tingles his touch sent through her.
She waited in silence before realizing he had asked her a question. "You just ran off, Syaoran. You didn't tell me anything."
He was quiet. His silence rang in her ears as skepticism. She took a breath and finished quietly. "I wanted to know where you were going."
She looked up into his eyes finally, hers glowing fiercely. "I know you were lying last time. I wanted to know why you were really leaving."
His eyes were intent on hers. She blushed under the gaze and focused her eyes again on the ground. They stood in silence for another minute before she felt his right hand leave her waist.
She pushed away the disappointment, ignoring the fact that her waist felt cold now.
Waiting for his left hand to be removed, she was surprised to feel his right hand underneath her chin. He tilted it upwards, making her look him in the eye.
She looked at him nervously. His deep amber eyes sought out her beautiful emerald ones. Once they locked, Sakura found herself drifting away. The only things her body could feel was the warmth his hand gave her waist and the shivers his gaze sent down her spine.
He leaned down, pulling her closer in the same motion. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he slowly closed the distance. She felt his breath coming heavily before his lips found her own.
The tingles her body felt at his touch were nothing compared to this. Instead of gentle tingles, she now felt lighting. As though her body was being electrocuted, all she could do was hang on.
How long they were together Sakura didn't know. A cat lurched from behind a trashcan. Its war-like yowl broke the two apart, each breathing heavily.
Sakura looked at him through her eyelashes, somewhat pleased to see he looked as hopeless as she guessed she looked.
He bent down and picked something up: The Subway bag. Sakura watched helplessly as he turned and headed back towards the hotel. He didn't say a word to her.
****
'Why did she follow me?' he wondered for what had to be the millionth time. He let out another string of curses.
'Better yet, why did I have to do that?' He had been reprimanding himself ever since the scene.
Here that single awful voice piped in its two cents. 'Because you wanted to. You wanted to kiss her.'
He pushed it away quickly. He couldn't want to kiss her. This was a mission. She was a silly girl.
So she was pretty. That much he had to admit. Everything about her was beautiful. He smiled thinking about the way she could be graceful and clumsy in the same breath, the way she looked when she was embarrassed, the way her chest rose and fell when she slept.
He wiped the smile from his lips. He had to stop that.
'From now on, nothing she does will affect me. She'll just be another girl. I'll live with her, deal with her, and finish this job with her. That's it. And most importantly, I won't get those stupid little tingles when she touches me.'
It sounded good. His mind seemed made up.
Until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
****
Angrily, she raced after him. She could see him up ahead. Pushing her way through the small crowd, she put her hand on his shoulder. She was too angry to notice the way her heart skipped when he turned.
His amber eyes were hardened. Her emerald eyes were hurt.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice icy.
His iciness was like adding kindling to the fire. Her fury was now blazing hot. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to a more private spot of the sidewalk, ignoring the cold stares people gave them.
"Listen, you, you. . ." she cursed as she realized she was already stuttering. She forced herself to finish the sentence. "You idiot! I'm not going to let you just drag me into an alley, kiss me, and then pretend like it never happened. I don't work like that. I'm not a slut."
He waited patiently for her to cool down. "Are you done?"
Her face turned red. Syaoran expected steam to come out of her ears.
"You asshole! You think you're so cool and sexy and collected and that you don't need anyone and that you're so independent and . . .," she caught her run-on sentence. "It's like you think you're James Bond." She looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm not going to let you do that to me. You at least owe me an apology."
He moved closer to her, dropping his face to her level before speaking. "What if I'm not sorry I did it?"
She stood there, gaping at him. The bottom of her entire argument fell through. Hurriedly, she shut her mouth, though she couldn't stop her staring.
He smirked, an awful use of his lips. "We should head back to the hotel."
Unable to speak, she nodded, letting him lead. She let the silence settle between the two until they were in the elevator. Finally she had loosened her tongue enough to speak.
"Why did you do that, Syaoran?"
He looked up, surprised. His eyes turned pained and he looked away quickly. She kept her mouth firmly shut all through dinner. She was afraid she might ruin something.
That night she went to the bathroom before he could. Once she finished her nightly rituals, she climbed into bed, realizing she hadn't spoken a single word to him since the elevator. She rolled over so she was facing away from Syaoran. She heard him slip into his bed and turn off the light.
'Not even a goodnight kiss.' She pushed the rebellious thought away angrily.
She heard his movement behind her and looked up quickly. His eyes glowed dangerously in the light that broke through the curtained window. He bent down and pressed his lips against hers in a forceful kiss.
Once again Sakura felt herself lose control. He broke the kiss quickly, searching her eyes for something. Finding it, a smile appeared on his lips. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Goodnight, Sakura."
****
Author's Note2: Heh heh, I meant to wait a little bit longer, but I couldn't help it. I needed a little Syaoran/Sakura romance today. Oh yes, I know this isn't incredibly long but I know you guys are loving every inch of it. Isn't it sweeeeeeet? -bliss-
