Sakura Saku (Cherry Blossom Blooming)
Chapter 5
Sakura fell face down onto the couch and threw the bags of clothes on the floor. She was dead beat from all the shopping and all she wanted to do now was to sleep. The door closed with a small click and footsteps were heard. It stopped beside her and Sakura sighed heavily.
"Tomoyo- chan, can you please make tonight's dinner?" pleaded Sakura. She looked up into Tomoyo's amused face and she smiled.
"Oh well. What the heck. I'll do it. I'm free anyway," exclaimed Tomoyo as she entered the kitchen, humming a tune. Sakura sighed again and closed her eyes, slipping into a dreamless sleep.
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
Syaoran walked out of the American airport with a glum face, followed by Eriol and Meiling.
"What that glum face, COUSIN Syaoran?" asked Eriol with an innocent smile. Meiling forced herself to keep a straight face and Syaoran growled.
"Say that again, COUSIN Eriol, and you are DEAD." He snapped. Eriol just grinned and followed him into the car parked at the curb of the road. Syaoran paid the valet and he took over the wheel while Eriol and Meiling slipped into the car.
"Where to?" asked Syaoran. Meiling rolled her eyes.
"What do you think, Syaoran dear?" Meiling asked a little too sweetly. Syaoran got the message but he and Eriol shuddered slightly.
"Don't do that again. Ever. It creeps man out." Said Eriol as Syaoran laughed. Just then, Syaoran drove into the garage of Meiling's house. (not fast wad!) They walked into in it and the trio slumped onto the sofa. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Eriol said and jumped up to open. When he came back, his hands were full of mail. Eriol was muttering to himself.
"Fan mail, fan mail, fan mail- hey Syaoran? Do you know anyone called Sandy Kingsley?" asked Eriol as he sat down on the couch. Syaoran was thinking about Sakura and where she was when it was interrupted by Eriol's question. He looked blankly at him for a while and shook his head slowly.
"No, I don't think so." he said thoughtfully. Eriol shrugged.
"Then it must a fan mail too! Fan mail, fan mail, honestly! How does all these people get hold of Meiling's address?" exclaimed Eriol as he flipped through more fan mails. Suddenly, he stopped muttering.
"Hey, that's a fresh one, it's not a fan mail!" Eriol cried happily as he threw the letter to Meiling.
"Must be some bills then," muttered Syaoran as he watched Meiling rip the letter open with his half- closed eyes.
"Hey! Listen to this!
'Dear Mr. Li Syaoran, Ms. Meiling Li, Mr. Hiiragizawa.
You have been invited to the famous talk show, power request, as our Bachelor and Bachelorette of the week. We hope that you can contact us if you are agreeable to the time below or if you want to decline our invitation.
Yours faithfully,
Mr. Luke Brandon
Manager of Power 98'
"Wow! We're invited to a talk show!" said Syaoran sarcastically. He shook his head.
"Eriol, would you be so kind to decline the offer please?" he asked Eriol. Eriol and Meiling looked at each other. They could not do that! It could their be the first and last chance to put Sakura and Syaoran back together again!
"NO!" cried Meiling. Syaoran looked at her.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because." Said Meiling simply. Syaoran sighed tiredly.
"Whatever. Just do what you want. I'm going to bed." Said Syaoran with a yawn. When Meiling and Eriol heard the door to Syaoran's room click shut above them, they let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close!" exclaimed Meiling.
"I have to agree on that. We were THAT close to failing the plan!" said Eriol. Actually, the real purpose of pushing Syaoran to America was because they wanted him to reconcile with Sakura. They were aware of Sakura's hatred (and crush) for Syaoran and wanted to play matchmaker for a while. They begged Syaoran's mother to let Syaoran be transferred to America and she had agreed reluctantly. They had learnt from private sources that Sakura was working as a low profile but famous DJ on a famous radio show in America, making it a little difficult for them to make Sakura and Syaoran meet.
"Anyway, this letter was really lucky! I was wondering how we were going to make the meet!" Said Meiling.
"Yup! We were definitely lucky this time. Very, very lucky. We better make the best of it. Anyway, I think we better call Tomoyo and tell her that we are here. I want to apologize to her for skipping her wedding." Said Eriol as he made his way to the phone. Meiling nodded and whipped out her phone book and started to punch in Tomoyo's cell phone number.
"Hello?" Said a voice when the ringing in the phone stopped.
"Hello, Tomoyo- chan," said Meiling calmly, masking her voice with a high- pitched voice.
"Erm. Do I know you? How did you get my phone number?" asked Tomoyo.
"Well, we were friends and for god's sake before we tell you who we are, please kindly make your way to a place where people cannot hear your squeals?" said Meiling with a grin.
"Erm. right. Ok. Erm. right here I am, in my soundproof room, now can you tell me who the heck you are?" asked Tomoyo politely.
"Well, if you are sure your room is soundproof, we'll tell you now. This is Meiling. ("And Eriol!" cried Eriol into the phone.)" Meiling paused while the other side of the phone line went silent.
"Erm. Tomoyo? You there?" asked Meiling. She heard heavy breathing.
"M- meiling? E- eriol? Oh my god. Are you serious?" breathed Tomoyo.
"YATTA!!!! WHEN DID YOU GUYS COME BACK?!?!?!" Screamed Tomoyo. Meiling held the phone away from her ear and they could still hear Tomoyo screaming.
"See? Told you she'll be excited." Said Meiling dryly as Eriol chuckled.
Chapter 5
Sakura fell face down onto the couch and threw the bags of clothes on the floor. She was dead beat from all the shopping and all she wanted to do now was to sleep. The door closed with a small click and footsteps were heard. It stopped beside her and Sakura sighed heavily.
"Tomoyo- chan, can you please make tonight's dinner?" pleaded Sakura. She looked up into Tomoyo's amused face and she smiled.
"Oh well. What the heck. I'll do it. I'm free anyway," exclaimed Tomoyo as she entered the kitchen, humming a tune. Sakura sighed again and closed her eyes, slipping into a dreamless sleep.
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
Syaoran walked out of the American airport with a glum face, followed by Eriol and Meiling.
"What that glum face, COUSIN Syaoran?" asked Eriol with an innocent smile. Meiling forced herself to keep a straight face and Syaoran growled.
"Say that again, COUSIN Eriol, and you are DEAD." He snapped. Eriol just grinned and followed him into the car parked at the curb of the road. Syaoran paid the valet and he took over the wheel while Eriol and Meiling slipped into the car.
"Where to?" asked Syaoran. Meiling rolled her eyes.
"What do you think, Syaoran dear?" Meiling asked a little too sweetly. Syaoran got the message but he and Eriol shuddered slightly.
"Don't do that again. Ever. It creeps man out." Said Eriol as Syaoran laughed. Just then, Syaoran drove into the garage of Meiling's house. (not fast wad!) They walked into in it and the trio slumped onto the sofa. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Eriol said and jumped up to open. When he came back, his hands were full of mail. Eriol was muttering to himself.
"Fan mail, fan mail, fan mail- hey Syaoran? Do you know anyone called Sandy Kingsley?" asked Eriol as he sat down on the couch. Syaoran was thinking about Sakura and where she was when it was interrupted by Eriol's question. He looked blankly at him for a while and shook his head slowly.
"No, I don't think so." he said thoughtfully. Eriol shrugged.
"Then it must a fan mail too! Fan mail, fan mail, honestly! How does all these people get hold of Meiling's address?" exclaimed Eriol as he flipped through more fan mails. Suddenly, he stopped muttering.
"Hey, that's a fresh one, it's not a fan mail!" Eriol cried happily as he threw the letter to Meiling.
"Must be some bills then," muttered Syaoran as he watched Meiling rip the letter open with his half- closed eyes.
"Hey! Listen to this!
'Dear Mr. Li Syaoran, Ms. Meiling Li, Mr. Hiiragizawa.
You have been invited to the famous talk show, power request, as our Bachelor and Bachelorette of the week. We hope that you can contact us if you are agreeable to the time below or if you want to decline our invitation.
Yours faithfully,
Mr. Luke Brandon
Manager of Power 98'
"Wow! We're invited to a talk show!" said Syaoran sarcastically. He shook his head.
"Eriol, would you be so kind to decline the offer please?" he asked Eriol. Eriol and Meiling looked at each other. They could not do that! It could their be the first and last chance to put Sakura and Syaoran back together again!
"NO!" cried Meiling. Syaoran looked at her.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because." Said Meiling simply. Syaoran sighed tiredly.
"Whatever. Just do what you want. I'm going to bed." Said Syaoran with a yawn. When Meiling and Eriol heard the door to Syaoran's room click shut above them, they let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close!" exclaimed Meiling.
"I have to agree on that. We were THAT close to failing the plan!" said Eriol. Actually, the real purpose of pushing Syaoran to America was because they wanted him to reconcile with Sakura. They were aware of Sakura's hatred (and crush) for Syaoran and wanted to play matchmaker for a while. They begged Syaoran's mother to let Syaoran be transferred to America and she had agreed reluctantly. They had learnt from private sources that Sakura was working as a low profile but famous DJ on a famous radio show in America, making it a little difficult for them to make Sakura and Syaoran meet.
"Anyway, this letter was really lucky! I was wondering how we were going to make the meet!" Said Meiling.
"Yup! We were definitely lucky this time. Very, very lucky. We better make the best of it. Anyway, I think we better call Tomoyo and tell her that we are here. I want to apologize to her for skipping her wedding." Said Eriol as he made his way to the phone. Meiling nodded and whipped out her phone book and started to punch in Tomoyo's cell phone number.
"Hello?" Said a voice when the ringing in the phone stopped.
"Hello, Tomoyo- chan," said Meiling calmly, masking her voice with a high- pitched voice.
"Erm. Do I know you? How did you get my phone number?" asked Tomoyo.
"Well, we were friends and for god's sake before we tell you who we are, please kindly make your way to a place where people cannot hear your squeals?" said Meiling with a grin.
"Erm. right. Ok. Erm. right here I am, in my soundproof room, now can you tell me who the heck you are?" asked Tomoyo politely.
"Well, if you are sure your room is soundproof, we'll tell you now. This is Meiling. ("And Eriol!" cried Eriol into the phone.)" Meiling paused while the other side of the phone line went silent.
"Erm. Tomoyo? You there?" asked Meiling. She heard heavy breathing.
"M- meiling? E- eriol? Oh my god. Are you serious?" breathed Tomoyo.
"YATTA!!!! WHEN DID YOU GUYS COME BACK?!?!?!" Screamed Tomoyo. Meiling held the phone away from her ear and they could still hear Tomoyo screaming.
"See? Told you she'll be excited." Said Meiling dryly as Eriol chuckled.