Chapter 8~
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Sakura woke up groggily, she was lying on the living room floor. It was still only 5 in the morning. "Grrr. Why me? I didn't sleep good last night!" She said out loud, but heard a slashing sound outside on the porch.
She walked slowly over to the door and saw Syaoran practicing with a sword. (This isn't card captors. He's just has the sword as self defense.) He only had his shorts on. His back muscles rippled every time he lashed forwards. His whole body was sweaty, and every muscle was tensed.
Sakura smiled to herself and sat watching him for a while until he said, "Sakura, I know you're there. How long have you been watching?" He asked curiously, turning around to face Sakura who blushed when she finally realized how little he was wearing. She stuttered slightly, "I...um..I was just..um...I woke up and heard you out here." She finished truthfully.
He raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "Would you like to try?" Sakura sat up straight and thought 'Oh no, I'm gonna mess up!' She nodded her head 'yes' and walked up and took hold of the hilt of the sword. She realized that it wasn't very light and she dropped it immediately.
Syaoran chuckled lightheartedly and said, "I'll get you a lighter sword. I don't want to strain you.." He didn't finish when he realized that Sakura had him pinned against a wall with the point aimed right at his throat. "Touché. That's very impressive for a beginner." He grinned and grabbed the sword from her unsuspectingly and she fell flat on her butt.
She blushed and giggled slightly. "So Syaoran, are you going to teach me or not?" She asked, pretending to be impatient.
"I will, but you need to put training clothes on. You can't practice with..those on." He bit back a smile as Sakura realized she only had on a long nightshirt and VERY short boxers.
"Oh, right." She muttered, and ran back inside to change. She placed on a white tank top and *SHORT* shorts. She walked back onto the patio while putting her hair up in a messy bun. "I'm ready for my lesson." She smiled, taking a small, silver sword that Syaoran had gotten out for her.
"That was my sword when I first started practicing." He explained, a smug smile creeping onto his face. "I've been practicing since I was five years old. My mother thought it would be safer if I could defend myself."
Sakura nodded and pretended to jab at an imaginary person. She swung back around and hit Syaoran on his hip with the flat of her sword. "Ha! Got you!" She celebrated, but was it was a bit too early for celebration because in the blink of an eye, Syaoran had his sword against her back.
"Lesson one, NEVER leave your back exposed to the enemy. Lesson two, always keep the sword point facing straight at your opponent, never point it another direction." He taught her simple moves like how to block, and how to fake a jab then when the opponent was pulling away, go in for the stab.
"You're a very quick learner." Syaoran observed as Sakura had him pinned against a wall for the second time. "Most girls don't get this far in two weeks. I see you're a different case."
"Thanks Syaoran. Now, how about a duel?" Sakura challenged, eyes gleaming with determination. "If I lose, I will make you breakfast for a week. If you lose, you make ME breakfast for two weeks." She finished demanding the bet.
Syaoran questioned her, "Why two weeks?" He whined again, and Sakura answered, "Because I'm a beginner and if I lose, it isn't a big thing. If you lose, it IS a big thing." She grinned and Syaoran sighed, "OK then, but I warn you, I won't go easy on you." He cocked an eyebrow and Sakura smiled, saying in a casual tone, "Fine!"
"Ladies first." He grinned and held the sword out in front of him. Sakura pretended to jab and Syaoran pretended to block but brought his sword back down to block her real attack. Their swords locked and Sakura thrust at him again. He jumped out of the way and grinned wolfishly. "Naughty girl." He chided, jumping backwards and flipping over a table. Sakura ran towards him and locked their swords above their heads, their faces inches apart. Sakura's face grew hot, and her breath more steamy, as it did with Syaoran. They stared for a moment more before starting to slowly close the gap between them.
Thoughts raced through both of their minds. Questions like 'What if I start to laugh' and 'What if I kiss the wrong way' and 'what if he's just kidding about wanting to kiss me?' The seconds seemed like hours to both of them. The five inch gap turned into a four inch gap.
Sakura's mind was blurry. She couldn't think anymore. She wanted to hurry it up, but her body didn't comply with her thoughts. She kept the same .00000000000000001 miles per hour speed up. She saw Syaoran's eyes shine with adoration. 'He adores me. He cares about me. He wants to do this. He wants to kiss me. He doesn't hate me, and he never really has.' These few thoughts whizzed through her foggy mind and she closed her eyes, not moving any faster towards him.
Syaoran's thoughts were sharp. 'What if I do something stupid? What if I cut her with my sword!! I can't do that to her. She's too precious to get a scar!' He watched as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. He wanted to make his body go faster but as with Sakura, his thoughts couldn't be turned into actions. He also closed his eyes, maintaining a slow speed towards her.
They were exactly one inch from being whole again.........
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Cliffy!!!! Don't you just love me!!!!
Just kidding!!!
They were exactly one inch from being whole again when Eriol chased Tomoyo out onto the front patio, and ran into a bush. Sakura and Syaoran pulled away, fuming that Eriol and Tomoyo had interrupted such an important moment between both of them.
Sakura looked up to Syaoran and her eyes were foggy with disappointment. Syaoran's heart wrenched when he saw that look on her face. 'I am going to get you Hiragizawa Syaoran thought, looking down at Sakura's saddened expression.
"Sakura, I'm sorry" was all Syaoran could say. He took lowered his sword and looked down, but looked back up when he felt a small hand on his. Sakura had a fake smile plastered on her solemn face. "Don't worry. It..I...It's fine." Sakura lied, walking slowly away from him.
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OK, this wasn't a Cliffhanger. I do feel better, but I'm not all the way recovered. I got a really cool present from my friend. It was a Karaokee (Is that how you spell it?) machine!!! She's soo nice. I ate some sugar this morning. I think that's why I'm feeling a little better. *Sigh* So many tests to take on Tuesday. N/m not gonna babble. R&R please. Ok, I promise the next chapter will be more than 2000 words. Ok??
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Sakura woke up groggily, she was lying on the living room floor. It was still only 5 in the morning. "Grrr. Why me? I didn't sleep good last night!" She said out loud, but heard a slashing sound outside on the porch.
She walked slowly over to the door and saw Syaoran practicing with a sword. (This isn't card captors. He's just has the sword as self defense.) He only had his shorts on. His back muscles rippled every time he lashed forwards. His whole body was sweaty, and every muscle was tensed.
Sakura smiled to herself and sat watching him for a while until he said, "Sakura, I know you're there. How long have you been watching?" He asked curiously, turning around to face Sakura who blushed when she finally realized how little he was wearing. She stuttered slightly, "I...um..I was just..um...I woke up and heard you out here." She finished truthfully.
He raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "Would you like to try?" Sakura sat up straight and thought 'Oh no, I'm gonna mess up!' She nodded her head 'yes' and walked up and took hold of the hilt of the sword. She realized that it wasn't very light and she dropped it immediately.
Syaoran chuckled lightheartedly and said, "I'll get you a lighter sword. I don't want to strain you.." He didn't finish when he realized that Sakura had him pinned against a wall with the point aimed right at his throat. "Touché. That's very impressive for a beginner." He grinned and grabbed the sword from her unsuspectingly and she fell flat on her butt.
She blushed and giggled slightly. "So Syaoran, are you going to teach me or not?" She asked, pretending to be impatient.
"I will, but you need to put training clothes on. You can't practice with..those on." He bit back a smile as Sakura realized she only had on a long nightshirt and VERY short boxers.
"Oh, right." She muttered, and ran back inside to change. She placed on a white tank top and *SHORT* shorts. She walked back onto the patio while putting her hair up in a messy bun. "I'm ready for my lesson." She smiled, taking a small, silver sword that Syaoran had gotten out for her.
"That was my sword when I first started practicing." He explained, a smug smile creeping onto his face. "I've been practicing since I was five years old. My mother thought it would be safer if I could defend myself."
Sakura nodded and pretended to jab at an imaginary person. She swung back around and hit Syaoran on his hip with the flat of her sword. "Ha! Got you!" She celebrated, but was it was a bit too early for celebration because in the blink of an eye, Syaoran had his sword against her back.
"Lesson one, NEVER leave your back exposed to the enemy. Lesson two, always keep the sword point facing straight at your opponent, never point it another direction." He taught her simple moves like how to block, and how to fake a jab then when the opponent was pulling away, go in for the stab.
"You're a very quick learner." Syaoran observed as Sakura had him pinned against a wall for the second time. "Most girls don't get this far in two weeks. I see you're a different case."
"Thanks Syaoran. Now, how about a duel?" Sakura challenged, eyes gleaming with determination. "If I lose, I will make you breakfast for a week. If you lose, you make ME breakfast for two weeks." She finished demanding the bet.
Syaoran questioned her, "Why two weeks?" He whined again, and Sakura answered, "Because I'm a beginner and if I lose, it isn't a big thing. If you lose, it IS a big thing." She grinned and Syaoran sighed, "OK then, but I warn you, I won't go easy on you." He cocked an eyebrow and Sakura smiled, saying in a casual tone, "Fine!"
"Ladies first." He grinned and held the sword out in front of him. Sakura pretended to jab and Syaoran pretended to block but brought his sword back down to block her real attack. Their swords locked and Sakura thrust at him again. He jumped out of the way and grinned wolfishly. "Naughty girl." He chided, jumping backwards and flipping over a table. Sakura ran towards him and locked their swords above their heads, their faces inches apart. Sakura's face grew hot, and her breath more steamy, as it did with Syaoran. They stared for a moment more before starting to slowly close the gap between them.
Thoughts raced through both of their minds. Questions like 'What if I start to laugh' and 'What if I kiss the wrong way' and 'what if he's just kidding about wanting to kiss me?' The seconds seemed like hours to both of them. The five inch gap turned into a four inch gap.
Sakura's mind was blurry. She couldn't think anymore. She wanted to hurry it up, but her body didn't comply with her thoughts. She kept the same .00000000000000001 miles per hour speed up. She saw Syaoran's eyes shine with adoration. 'He adores me. He cares about me. He wants to do this. He wants to kiss me. He doesn't hate me, and he never really has.' These few thoughts whizzed through her foggy mind and she closed her eyes, not moving any faster towards him.
Syaoran's thoughts were sharp. 'What if I do something stupid? What if I cut her with my sword!! I can't do that to her. She's too precious to get a scar!' He watched as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. He wanted to make his body go faster but as with Sakura, his thoughts couldn't be turned into actions. He also closed his eyes, maintaining a slow speed towards her.
They were exactly one inch from being whole again.........
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Cliffy!!!! Don't you just love me!!!!
Just kidding!!!
They were exactly one inch from being whole again when Eriol chased Tomoyo out onto the front patio, and ran into a bush. Sakura and Syaoran pulled away, fuming that Eriol and Tomoyo had interrupted such an important moment between both of them.
Sakura looked up to Syaoran and her eyes were foggy with disappointment. Syaoran's heart wrenched when he saw that look on her face. 'I am going to get you Hiragizawa Syaoran thought, looking down at Sakura's saddened expression.
"Sakura, I'm sorry" was all Syaoran could say. He took lowered his sword and looked down, but looked back up when he felt a small hand on his. Sakura had a fake smile plastered on her solemn face. "Don't worry. It..I...It's fine." Sakura lied, walking slowly away from him.
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OK, this wasn't a Cliffhanger. I do feel better, but I'm not all the way recovered. I got a really cool present from my friend. It was a Karaokee (Is that how you spell it?) machine!!! She's soo nice. I ate some sugar this morning. I think that's why I'm feeling a little better. *Sigh* So many tests to take on Tuesday. N/m not gonna babble. R&R please. Ok, I promise the next chapter will be more than 2000 words. Ok??