DISCLAIMER: -sigh- No fun ideas have flocked to my brain today.
Author's note(s): Ah! I've decided, yes, fluff is nice, but plot is important. You guys are going to have to expect a slight decline of fluff. ^-~ Sorry!
And, I apologize for the wait. I haven't been able to get on the computer in a while. Does anyone here read Harry Potter? HOW COULD ROWLING DO THAT?! Ah! Is anyone ELSE outraged?
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Sakura smiled at him, hoping to divert attention away from the very large bite of pancake she had just taken. It didn't work.
"Are you really that hungry, then?" he asked, his voice lightly taunting her.
She scowled, fighting to keep the blush from her face. "I'm not going to grace that with an answer."
He laughed, a hearty laugh that made Sakura want to smile herself. She realized she had hardly heard an earnest laugh from him.
"Because you can't think of one?"
Her scowl deepened and she quickly forgot how nice his laugh was. Somehow it wasn't as nice when accompanied with a taunt.
They ate in silence for another few moments, Sakura sopping her pancake in syrup before eating it in much smaller portions than before. She heard him cough and looked up. He was smiling nervously.
"Thanks for, uh, letting me take you to breakfast."
She laughed. "Thanks for taking me to breakfast. I love going out to eat."
She placed a hand over his and smiled. She motioned towards the small diner they were in.
"Besides, I love diners. Isn't this one cute?"
She let her eyes wander around the diner. The walls were covered with a cheap aluminum siding and shaped like the walls you might see on an old trailer. There was a bar in one corner with red and white tiles, giving it a very fifties look. The tables were all booths, with red vinyl cushions and white tables. On the walls hung clocks that ticked loudly, but by far the loudest part of the room was the jukebox in the corner that was dishing out the latest request.
Sakura was turning to beg for a couple quarters for the jukebox when her eyes caught on to something. One of those "Daily Wisdom" page-by-page calendars was propped up on front of the bar. There were several marks showing where the days before had been torn off. Her eyes widened as she read the date on the calendar.
W.E.D.N.E.S.D.A.Y.
Make sure today you show
patience, obedience, and
a calm nature. People react
better when treated with respect.
Remember this and your
day will be successful.
She felt her blood drain. Syaoran's voice was ringing in her ears, tainted with worry. He shook her hand until she finally looked at him.
"What's wrong?" he demanded.
She pointed wordlessly at the calendar. She watched his face as he read the calendar. His reaction mimicked her own. He turned to her, eyes slightly angry.
"I told you you're not going tonight."
His tone surprised her. It also angered her. "And I told you I am. It's my choice."
He pulled his hand away from hers and stared down at his food. "You'll get hurt, Sakura."
She frowned. "I'm an agent. I know how to deal with this kind of thing." Her voice was surprising in her own ears. She had meant it to come out detached, but she winced upon hearing the quiver in her voice.
'What's gotten into me? It's not like I'm going to be killed. I know how to handle Chang.'
His expression was skeptical before he looked away. She sighed and reached out, grabbing his hand and holding it until he looked up.
"I promise I'll be careful," she said slowly.
He looked at her before looking away again, although this time he didn't drop her hand. She knew it was the best she'd get from him.
"If it's fancy, though, I'll need to buy a new dress, and probably a new purse, so we'd bett--"
She was cut off as a blond an from the counter walked over to her.
"Phone call for you," he said quietly.
She looked up, surprised. His eyes hid his emotion. She frowned and followed him, casting an apologetic expression over her shoulder. Syaoran watched her, eyes intent.
When she reached the phone, she had already figured out who it was.
"What do you want, Chang?" she said, carefully keeping her voice low. She saw the blond man watching her discreetly.
"Your men work in a diner?" she added quickly.
The voice on the other end laughed. "When I need them to, they do."
Her frown deepened. "Why are you calling me?"
"To make sure you're coming, of course." His voice had once again taken on that awful mock-surprised tone. Her teeth hurt just to hear it.
She realized a couple near the bar were watching her curiously. Frowning again, she turned away from them so that she was now facing the aluminum wall. She lowered her voice even more.
"I already told you. I'm coming."
"Great! Shall I pick you up then?" His voice was light. Somehow it angered her even more.
"Fine. What time?" She asked shortly.
"How's seven for you? Unless you already have other plans?"
"It's fine. I'll see you then," she said, pulling the receiver from her ear. His voice made her stop.
"Oh, and Sakura? Please don't bring Syaoran," he said, his voice still very light. "He might not feel comfortable around us."
She growled and hung up, glaring at the blond man. He kept his expression carefully blank.
As she seated herself, she realized Syaoran's eyes were still following her.
"It was Chang. He wanted to make sure I was going."
"And you told him yes?" he asked softly.
She nodded, avoiding his eyes.
"Then we'd better get you ready," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. Dropping some money on the table, he left through the door, pulling Sakura behind him.
She smiled when she realized her hand was still in his.
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Author's Note2: AHH! I'm so sorry! I have to go RIGHT NOW or my mom will kill me! I'm sorry! The next will have the dinner!
Author's note(s): Ah! I've decided, yes, fluff is nice, but plot is important. You guys are going to have to expect a slight decline of fluff. ^-~ Sorry!
And, I apologize for the wait. I haven't been able to get on the computer in a while. Does anyone here read Harry Potter? HOW COULD ROWLING DO THAT?! Ah! Is anyone ELSE outraged?
****
Sakura smiled at him, hoping to divert attention away from the very large bite of pancake she had just taken. It didn't work.
"Are you really that hungry, then?" he asked, his voice lightly taunting her.
She scowled, fighting to keep the blush from her face. "I'm not going to grace that with an answer."
He laughed, a hearty laugh that made Sakura want to smile herself. She realized she had hardly heard an earnest laugh from him.
"Because you can't think of one?"
Her scowl deepened and she quickly forgot how nice his laugh was. Somehow it wasn't as nice when accompanied with a taunt.
They ate in silence for another few moments, Sakura sopping her pancake in syrup before eating it in much smaller portions than before. She heard him cough and looked up. He was smiling nervously.
"Thanks for, uh, letting me take you to breakfast."
She laughed. "Thanks for taking me to breakfast. I love going out to eat."
She placed a hand over his and smiled. She motioned towards the small diner they were in.
"Besides, I love diners. Isn't this one cute?"
She let her eyes wander around the diner. The walls were covered with a cheap aluminum siding and shaped like the walls you might see on an old trailer. There was a bar in one corner with red and white tiles, giving it a very fifties look. The tables were all booths, with red vinyl cushions and white tables. On the walls hung clocks that ticked loudly, but by far the loudest part of the room was the jukebox in the corner that was dishing out the latest request.
Sakura was turning to beg for a couple quarters for the jukebox when her eyes caught on to something. One of those "Daily Wisdom" page-by-page calendars was propped up on front of the bar. There were several marks showing where the days before had been torn off. Her eyes widened as she read the date on the calendar.
W.E.D.N.E.S.D.A.Y.
Make sure today you show
patience, obedience, and
a calm nature. People react
better when treated with respect.
Remember this and your
day will be successful.
She felt her blood drain. Syaoran's voice was ringing in her ears, tainted with worry. He shook her hand until she finally looked at him.
"What's wrong?" he demanded.
She pointed wordlessly at the calendar. She watched his face as he read the calendar. His reaction mimicked her own. He turned to her, eyes slightly angry.
"I told you you're not going tonight."
His tone surprised her. It also angered her. "And I told you I am. It's my choice."
He pulled his hand away from hers and stared down at his food. "You'll get hurt, Sakura."
She frowned. "I'm an agent. I know how to deal with this kind of thing." Her voice was surprising in her own ears. She had meant it to come out detached, but she winced upon hearing the quiver in her voice.
'What's gotten into me? It's not like I'm going to be killed. I know how to handle Chang.'
His expression was skeptical before he looked away. She sighed and reached out, grabbing his hand and holding it until he looked up.
"I promise I'll be careful," she said slowly.
He looked at her before looking away again, although this time he didn't drop her hand. She knew it was the best she'd get from him.
"If it's fancy, though, I'll need to buy a new dress, and probably a new purse, so we'd bett--"
She was cut off as a blond an from the counter walked over to her.
"Phone call for you," he said quietly.
She looked up, surprised. His eyes hid his emotion. She frowned and followed him, casting an apologetic expression over her shoulder. Syaoran watched her, eyes intent.
When she reached the phone, she had already figured out who it was.
"What do you want, Chang?" she said, carefully keeping her voice low. She saw the blond man watching her discreetly.
"Your men work in a diner?" she added quickly.
The voice on the other end laughed. "When I need them to, they do."
Her frown deepened. "Why are you calling me?"
"To make sure you're coming, of course." His voice had once again taken on that awful mock-surprised tone. Her teeth hurt just to hear it.
She realized a couple near the bar were watching her curiously. Frowning again, she turned away from them so that she was now facing the aluminum wall. She lowered her voice even more.
"I already told you. I'm coming."
"Great! Shall I pick you up then?" His voice was light. Somehow it angered her even more.
"Fine. What time?" She asked shortly.
"How's seven for you? Unless you already have other plans?"
"It's fine. I'll see you then," she said, pulling the receiver from her ear. His voice made her stop.
"Oh, and Sakura? Please don't bring Syaoran," he said, his voice still very light. "He might not feel comfortable around us."
She growled and hung up, glaring at the blond man. He kept his expression carefully blank.
As she seated herself, she realized Syaoran's eyes were still following her.
"It was Chang. He wanted to make sure I was going."
"And you told him yes?" he asked softly.
She nodded, avoiding his eyes.
"Then we'd better get you ready," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. Dropping some money on the table, he left through the door, pulling Sakura behind him.
She smiled when she realized her hand was still in his.
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Author's Note2: AHH! I'm so sorry! I have to go RIGHT NOW or my mom will kill me! I'm sorry! The next will have the dinner!
