Sakura Saku (Cherry blossom blooming)
Chapter 9
Sakura opened her eyes and closed them straight away when the offending glare of light pierced her sight. She had no intention of getting up. Yet. Sakura sighed and snuggled deeper into her source of warmth and that's when she felt it move. Memories flooded back to her as her eyes snapped open. She closed them again and sighed blissfully.
"What are you thinking of?" asked Syaoran as he propped his head on his palm, watching her with bemused eyes. Sakura looked up and smiled.
"Nothing much. Just a little tired, that's all. Don't you have work today?" asked Sakura as Syaoran climbed on top of her. Sakura put her arms around his neck and he smiled.
"I got two days leave. Today and tomorrow. Because of the radio show, and because I haven't had leave since forever." He said as he gave Sakura a chaste peck on the lips. Sakura groaned and pulled him closer.
"In that case, I would like to claim you for a little while longer," she murmured as Syaoran smiled and gave her another kiss.
(Wait a minute. Let me make sense of this first. *GlomP*)
Syaoran sat in the kitchen and watched Sakura prepare their dinner. This morning, he had intended to use his leave to catch up on his sleep. But strangely, he met Sakura at the station and found out that she was the Radio DJ there. He never had the intention- the thought did not even cross his mind- to sleep with her that day, much less meet her, but he ended up doing just that. And surprisingly, he felt more relaxed and happier than ever, to have found Sakura and placed her back into his life.
"Sakura, why did you become a radio DJ?" asked Syaoran thoughtfully. Sakura, who was making spaghetti, stopped what she was doing for a while and shrugged in the end, going back to stirring the home made tomatoes
"There wasn't much choice. As you know, I suck at Mathematics, so I can never get a job like yours, and even thought I'm good at sports, I never attained the professional level. I am not a good designer and so, yup. I did a degree in media and here I am, one of the most successful DJs in America but also one of the most uncontented." Said Sakura with a laugh as she placed a plate of her famous spaghetti in front of Syaoran. Syaoran grinned and pulled her down onto his lap, making her shriek and put her arms around his neck for balance. Their closeness made Sakura blush and Syaoran chuckled.
"Well, at least you can make good spaghetti," he pointed out as he gave her a kiss on the nose. Sakura hit him on the arm and sniffed.
"Right you are, Mr., but I am still miserable," said Sakura with a sigh. Syaoran smiled and hugged her tighter.
"I don't like my life, Syaoran, I don't want to be stuck behind a microphone and making corny opening lines for the rest of my life. I want to make something productive. Something I would enjoy. Something I have done since the day I was born. Something-"
"Something like modeling for Tomoyo's company?" interrupted Syaoran with a grin. Sakura's eyes widened.
"Wha?" was all that she could manage. Why did she not think of that earlier? It was such a fabulous idea! But…
"I don't want to bother her Syaoran. It isn't very… oh I don't know. It just doesn't feel right. I would love to be a model. But it would be quite awkward to ask her like that, even thought we have been best friends for the whole of our lives," said Sakura with a sigh. She placed her head at the crook of his neck and sighed again. It just felt so right to be with Syaoran. He was a good listener and a great person to share your woes with. That's why Sakura had felt such a close bond with him when they were young. Syaoran stoked her hair gently and Sakura closed her eyes and relaxed.
"You don't have to worry about that though, Tomoyo had asked me to ask you if you wanted to model in her company. She was afraid that you might feel that she was interfering with your life." Said Syaoran. Sakura snorted.
"Interfere with my life? She doesn't know how miserable I was in that stupid room making stupid-" Just then, the phone rang, cutting Sakura off. She sighed and got up, picking up the phone on the fourth ring.
Syaoran watched as Sakura picked up the phone. A few seconds later, Sakura was silent though her eyes grew wider and wider. Syaoran smiled and took a bite of the spaghetti. It had been so long since he last tasted it and it tasted great as usual. He heard Sakura walk towards him and he looked at her shock expression and frowned.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he reached for her hand. Sakura looked down at him and her eyes were as big as the moon.
"It was Tomoyo," she started. She sat down on the chair beside Syaoran and looked at him.
"She said that… she… she… she's with Eriol and… a- and they both… b- both…" stammered Sakura.
"Both what?" asked Syaoran with concern in his voice. What has his blasted cousin don't now?
"They… t- they k- k- kissed!" exclaimed Sakura as her face split into a grin. Syaoran stared at Sakura in shock.
"They kissed?" asked Syaoran. Sakura nodded. Syaoran let out a triumph "ha!" and hugged the stunned Sakura.
"Well, it's about time too! Did you know that Eriol had been having a crush on Tomoyo without him knowing himself? The sign were so obvious that Meiling and me guessed. Finally they're a couple!" said Syaoran happily. He made a mental note to tease Eriol about it later on.
"And Tomoyo asked me if I wanted to join the company." Said Sakura with a shaky smile. Syaoran laughed and kissed her.
"Should I take it as a good or a bad news?" teased Syaoran. Sakura blushed again and then looked at Syaoran.
"Syaoran, can you help me with the resignation letter? I think my boss is not going to be too pleased," said Sakura with a thoughtful frown. Syaoran could not help but burst out laughing and pulled her close, his forehead on hers.
"My sweet, innocent Sakura," said Syaoran, as Sakura blushed even harder and hit him on his arm, making Syaoran laugh harder.