Author's Note: OMG! Thank you SOOOOOOO much! I have never gotten so many reviews for one chapter before! I decided to post up the second chapter early, because I was on a roll…but this may be a little shorter than the previous chapter.
Oh yes, and by the way, OOC means 'out of character'. There will also be lots of dialogue.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Card Captor Sakura. I just own the plot, and Hayashi Kano.
Sorry, Wrong Admirer
By: Wings of Jade
Knock, knock.
"Hello?" No answer, but the shuffling of feet sounded. Someone was waiting outside; Sakura wondered who.
"Is anybody there?" Sakura frowned. There was another shuffling of feet. Why isn't anybody answering?
"Can you please answer me, whoever you are?" demanded Sakura. "I am getting really impatient here!"
Ding dong.
"Who told you to press the doorbell, you goon?" shouted Sakura. "Can you talk?"
The person stopped.
"WILL YOU—" Sakura stopped herself, steam nearly gushing out of ears. "Will you please just answer me?" The person still remained silent.
Sakura grew frustrated. "OKAY, now you've REALLY—" She never got to finish her sentence as she flung open the door.
"Oops."
"Um…hi," said Li Syaoran.
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Syaoran was a real sucker for girls. Well, at least one specific girl.
He knocked on the door of Kinomoto Sakura's door. He was too nervous to do anything else.
"Hello?" Syaoran shuffled his feet. Suddenly, he grew shy.
"Is anybody there?" It was Sakura again. Syaoran shuffled his feet more. He didn't feel like answering at all. His fingers clenched tightly around the bouquet of flowers.
"Can you please answer me whoever you are?" Sakura sounded impatient. "I am really impatient here!" Okay, Sakura was impatient. Then Syaoran did something totally, strangely, unbelievably stupid.
He rang the doorbell.
Sakura blew up.
"Who told you to press the doorbell, you goon?" shouted Sakura. "Can you talk?" Syaoran froze. You are very stupid, Syaoran. Why did you press the doorbell, you 'GOON'?
"WILL YOU—Will you please just answer me?" Syaoran didn't know what to do. Should he answer? His mouth still didn't feel like talking.
"OKAY, now you've REALLY—" Sakura flung the door open, and she saw Syaoran. Her face went pink.
"Oops."
"Um…hi," said Syaoran. He tried to smile. Sakura's cheeks went a deeper shade of pink.
"Sorry—I didn't—I meant—I—"
"No—I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like answering. I was just waiting for you to open the door. Sorry." Syaoran felt like melting.
"No—I mean—well—waiting—for me—would you like to come in?"
"Er—ah—" Syaoran still didn't know what to do. He thrust out the bouquet of slightly crushed white roses and told her sheepishly, "Hayashi-sama sends his apologies." Sakura stared at the flowers and tried to grin.
"Oh—um—thanks." Sakura reached out for the flowers, but then she withdrew her hands. This was Hayashi Kano Syaoran was talking about! "No—I don't think so." She looked away angrily. Syaoran blinked at her, startled at her sudden change of mind.
"What do you mean, you 'don't think so'?"
"I don't accept his apology. He shouldn't have tried to—you know. He was coming on too early. This sort of thing gets on my nerves so much—it's the number one thing that just gets me off the hook. And I doubt he even cared about me. I bet he just wanted to—thing…that's all. And—" Sakura stopped herself and averted her eyes. "Never mind. The bottom point is, apology unaccepted."
"Are you sure?" asked Syaoran in a low voice. He looked so pathetic. "Hayashi-sama went into a lot of trouble finding white roses specifically…" Mr. Hayashi probably wouldn't be happy if Sakura didn't accept the flowers, so Syaoran had no choice but to beg.
Sakura couldn't help herself. He looked so pitiful! But after what Mr. Hayashi had asked her…
"Well…I'll take the flowers, but I still won't speak to him."
"No way!" cried Syaoran in mock horror. "That's even worse! Take it and say you accept. Please?" he added. Sakura rolled her eyes.
"Come in and we'll talk about it." Syaoran sighed and stepped in. Sakura pointed to a comfortable-looking armchair and he sat down. Sakura took her seat on the couch.
"What do you want to talk about?" It was Sakura's turn to sigh.
"Look…I just can't forgive him. You don't know the impact of those words on me. And don't forget, he even said that he had other girls before him. What kind of a person says that? Don't you think that'll just make me think he's even more disgusting?" Syaoran shrugged.
"I don't know. I'm not a girl. And I'm glad I'm not," he added. Sakura tried to smile.
"Told you, bottom line, no apology. And don't try to persuade me, either," she told him as he opened his mouth. "That'll make it worse."
"Aw, come on," insisted Syaoran. "Take it." He held out the flowers. Sakura shook her head and turned the other way.
"No."
"Don't be ungrateful. Hayashi-sama paid for your dinner."
"I'm not."
"Then take it," Syaoran ordered, thrusting the flowers even nearer to Sakura. Sakura flinched.
"No. I don't want them."
"You're being very mean."
"Then I'm mean."
"You're not supposed to be."
"I don't want them!"
"Take them or Hayashi-sama will call his lawyer and make up some reason to electrocute me!"
"Ha, ha," said Sakura sarcastically. "That was so funny I forgot to laugh."
"No, really. I'm not trying to be funny."
"I'm not either. I'm dead serious when I make a decision. Put them away or I'll kick you out."
"How come you're not kicking me out right now?"
"I'm giving you a chance." Actually, Sakura hadn't planned on kicking Syaoran out; she just didn't want Hayashi's flowers.
"Please, accept Hayashi-sama's apology," pleaded Syaoran. "He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or pride or anything. He's trying to make up for it." Sakura highly doubted that. He probably wants me to accept his apology, and then make out with him the same night. Businessmen—they're all the same.
"No," said Sakura flatly. "I…I don't trust him."
"I'm going on bent-knees." Syaoran knelt down in front of Sakura. Sakura had a pained expression in her bright greens.
"No, Syaoran…don't."
"Then take them." He pushed them towards her. Sakura pushed them back. Syaoran was determined to stay until she accepted the white flowers, so he pushed them towards her again.
"No."
"Please."
"Get up."
"No."
"Don't be like that."
"I'll be what I want."
"You've been crouching for an awfully long time."
"I don't care."
"Don't…"
"Take them!" Syaoran persisted, thrusting them at Sakura. She threw them back, but Syaoran caught them and tried again.
"Syaoran, NO!" Syaoran ignored her and pushed them to her chest. Sakura pushed back. Syaoran pushed again. Sakura kept a firm hold on the bouquet of flowers and pushed them towards to Syaoran. Syaoran pushed back. Sakura pushed back. Finally, with the last of her pushing strength, Sakura thrust them towards Syaoran.
Trouble was, Syaoran was using just as much strength to make Sakura accept the apology bouquet.
The flowers ended up crushed, disfigured, messed up, squashed, pinched, crumpled; however you like to put it. When they both pushed at the same time, the flowers were flattened, and a weird cracking noise came from the bouquet. It just went limp and slipped from Syaoran and Sakura's fingers, and they ended up pushing each other. Syaoran had somehow gotten on top of Sakura on the couch, his hands firmly around Sakura's shoulders. Sakura had given up.
Syaoran just realized where his hands and body were. Ooh, taunted a small voice in his head. You're on top of Sakura, Syaoran…
Shut up. It's not as if I did that on purpose.
Ooh, I don't know…
What the—?
You don't know what I mean?
Well, no, seeing that there's no meaning in your words…
Well…maybe you were pushing on purpose…maybe you knew the lovely outcome…
What are you talking about?
Maybe…just maybe…
What about 'just maybe'?
You are a big fat dodo-head. There's actually no 'just maybe' about it.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU STUPID VOICE IN MY HEAD?
Do you really want to know?
YES!
You're in love with Kinomoto Sakura.
Syaoran froze. Sakura didn't even seem to be trying to get Syaoran off.
You are wrong. WRONG!
Ah, you're the typical Li. You never admit the truth. Oh well, believe what you want, but you can't run away from the truth…
Shut up! Just SHUT UP!
"But I'm not saying anything," said Sakura, puzzled. Syaoran blushed. He must have said that out loud!
"Sorry," he muttered. "Just…just my conscience, ignore it…"
Tuh; some conscience. If I had eyes, I'd roll them.
Syaoran ignored the voice.
"Um…gomen, Sakura. I'll—I'll get off now."
"It's okay—um…you don't have to."
"What?" Syaoran's alarmed dark eyes widened in shock. "Do you expect me to stay?" A smile was playing across Sakura's lips.
"I don't know," she said, half-giggling. "I don't even know what I just said." Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"Sure," he grunted. "I'll go now."
"Hold on, your bouquet of flowers," reminded Sakura, retrieving the now unidentifiable object from underneath her. Syaoran gave a muffled laugh.
"Oh yeah, that. You can keep it."
"No take—" Sakura didn't get to finish that sentence either. She had been teetering on the edge of the bed for a long time, and she grabbed Syaoran's arm as a balance, but—
"AAAAARRRRRGH!" They toppled painfully onto the floor. Syaoran had been alarmed at the extra weight on his arm, and he wanted to shake it off, which made Sakura fall onto the floor, pulling him down with her. Once again, they were in an awkward position.
"Why does this keep happening?" Syaoran groaned. "My spine is killing me." Sakura shrugged. To her surprise, she didn't mind having Syaoran on top of her.
"Maybe it's kismet."
"Do you want me to get up so you can escape?"
"I don't know…" Sakura was half-laughing again. "Maybe I don't mind." Maybe you don't mind either, Syaoran.
Before he knew it, Syaoran was tracing his finger around Sakura's chin. "You're very beautiful," he whispered before thinking. "Very." Sakura's eyelashes fluttered, and her heart started going a mile a minute. Where did that come from Syaoran? Sakura remembered the night when she first met Syaoran. She had taken a dive into his dark, seductive eyes, and kissed him. Why not now?
She faced upwards. Her eyes searched Syaoran's, as if reading his mind. He was so shy when he was delivering Hayashi's apology…now he seemed so sure of himself…well…sort of.
"You know what, Syaoran?" she breathed into his ear.
"Hm?" was his hazy reply.
"I think I love you."
When their lips met for the second time in an innocent, sweet, and sincere kiss, when the distance between their bodies were closing, when Sakura could feel Syaoran's breath send a thrill through her skin, he told her, "Same here."
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OOOOOOOOOOH…I think I can sense the corniness tonight…yes, I agree that this was very badly written. Well, review anyway! ;D