*Hey all, thanks so much for the reviews! Some of you have asked that the
character death just not happen, but I won't change it. This is how it's
going to be, sorry for those of you who wanted a happy ending. This isn't
the last chapter though, so don't panic. Thanks!*
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Every New Day
Sakura hesitated for a moment as she stared at Syaoran. He was lying on his neatly made bed, a long sleeved black shirt covering his torso. A look of anger mixed with pain and suffering masked his face as he scowled. He sat up, and Sakura started walking inside, closing the door behind her.
"Thanks." Syaoran blurted out simply, taking his things from his friend and reading over the assignments. Sakura didn't leave; she concentrated her gaze on Syaoran as he read, his eyes clouded with something she couldn't understand.
"You don't have to stay, you know." Syaoran added, his voice quiet. He looked up and met Sakura's stare, his amber eyes accented though his messy chestnut bangs. Sakura shook her head slowly, a frown marring her pretty face.
"Why, Syaoran? What is it you can't feel that you have to do . . . that?" Sakura whispered, motioning to his arm. Syaoran turned his face from Sakura, trying to ignore the subject.
"Syaoran-" Sakura started. Syaoran whipped his face back around, and Sakura's eyes widened as she saw the tears forming in the corners of his yellowish-brown orbs.
"I can't feel anything anymore. Something happened to me . . . and ever since that day I haven't felt a thing. I just want to feel like there's something inside me, like I'm . . . existent." Syaoran stumbled, his eyes moving from Sakura's to the pattern on his comforter.
"What happened, Syao?" Sakura ventured. Syaoran shook his head; he wasn't ready to admit to her he loved her. After a whole year of preparing to tell her the truth, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"It's someone. Someone happened to me, and without her I feel nothing. There's no feeling in my heart now that she's gone. I just want to feel . . ." Syaoran said quietly, his stare still fixed on the pattern on the comforter.
"Love?" Sakura whispered, drawing Syaoran's attention. Sakura was watching him intently, her eyes wide and clear. Syaoran nodded, afraid he wouldn't be able to actually say yes. Sakura nodded, folding her arms around her knees and hugging them to her body.
"I'm starting to feel that way too." Sakura blurted suddenly, making Syaoran look at her quizzically.
"Are you daft? You have Landon, and he loves you." Syaoran argued, his face moving from melancholy to slightly angered.
"I admit I am very attached to Landon. But something's missing. Something in his touch . . . just isn't right." Sakura answered slowly, keeping her eye on Syaoran as he moved his gaze from her to the comforter.
"What are you looking for?" Syaoran questioned. Sakura moved closer, until she was just inches from Syaoran's questioning face. Her emerald eyes looked deeply into his amber eyes as she sighed.
"Something more. Something genuine. Something that when I get into it, I know I'll be safe." Sakura replied, her eyes now wandering to the comforter as she blushed.
"Why are you telling me this, Sakura?" Syaoran inquired. Sakura met his look once again. She put her hand over his, and Syaoran started to protest, but Sakura hushed him.
"When I found you today, with all that blood . . . I realized how terrible of a friend I had been to you. I mean, one day . . . we were best friends. The next day I had Landon. Today showed me how real our friendship was, and the more I thought about you, the more I thought about how our friendship could have easily become more." Sakura stammered. Her cheeks were burning crimson as she spoke, catching Syaoran's attention.
"What are you saying?" Syaoran asked. Sakura touched Syaoran's cheek with a slim finger, sending a shiver of excitement through the teen.
"I'm saying . . . that what I have been looking for in Landon has been right in front of me the whole time. It's you, Syaoran. I want you." Sakura answered, earning a dropped jaw expression from her friend. She leaned in to kiss Syaoran, but he pulled away, though his mind was screaming obscenities at him for doing so.
"No. I can't do this, not while Landon-" Syaoran protested. Sakura shook her head and showed him her naked ring finger.
"After today, I couldn't stop thinking about you. We're not getting married. Not until I figure out what I want." Sakura stated. Syaoran opened his mouth to protest more; she was still considered to be attached to Landon, and Syaoran wasn't the kind of guy to cheat. Before he could say anything, Sakura's mouth was planted firmly on his own.
The world stopped turning completely, and everyone on it vanished. Syaoran felt Sakura kiss him and immediately felt a rush of happiness sting his dead heart. He felt it beating hard against his chest as he started kissing her back. This was what he had wanted for so long, and there was no way he was going to let it go.
Syaoran slipped his tongue into Sakura's willing mouth, tangling it with hers as they intensified their kisses. Syaoran leaned Sakura down until she was lying on the bed, Syaoran propped up over her on his elbows. Sakura's hands made their way through Syaoran's hair, down over his chest and around his waist.
"Syaoran . . ." Sakura breathed into his mouth as they came up for air. Syaoran kissed Sakura's jawbone, making her sigh with satisfaction. He leaned down onto her, freeing his hands to roam her body. Sakura gasped as his hands moved down her sides to her hips, and she kissed Syaoran's forehead.
"This is what I've always wanted." Sakura whispered huskily, playing with the bottom of Syaoran's shirt before lifting it carefully over his body. Syaoran let Sakura turn him onto his back and straddle him, a serious look on her angel face. She fingered the scars on Syaoran's arms, leaning down to kiss them before meeting Syaoran's lips once again.
Syaoran kissed Sakura hard, tugging at the buttons on her school uniform as he undid her white shirt. Sakura shrugged off the garment, revealing her white cotton bra. Syaoran couldn't contain himself any longer, and he flipped Sakura onto her back, pinning her down with his weight. They kissed furiously, their pace quickening as their hands explored.
Before he knew it, Syaoran was undoing his friend's bra. He stopped for a moment, took in the sight before him. Leaning down, Syaoran kissed each breast, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from Sakura. He cupped one of them in his hand, massaging it as he kissed Sakura once again.
"Syaoran . . . more." Sakura commanded, her voice quavering with desire. Syaoran obeyed as he ran his hand slowly up her skirt and to her panties, which he tugged off slowly. Sakura shook with anticipation as she unzipped her skirt and removed it. She fiddled with the buttons on Syaoran's pants, removing them as quickly as she could.
"Sakura . . . " Syaoran whispered as he shook off his boxers and glanced down at Sakura, who was staring up at him with hungry green eyes. She could feel his ache, and her own yearning was becoming too much for her.
"Please . . . Syaoran, please." Sakura cried, her voice hushed. Syaoran cupped her face in his hand and slowly slipped himself in, allowing Sakura to adjust to the new pain. She gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched on her face. They didn't move for a moment; they were conjoined as one. Syaoran took the initiative and slowly started to move in and out, kissing Sakura on the mouth as he did so.
It was the most sensational feeling he had ever felt in his entire life. The bliss he felt while making love to Sakura made the feeling from cutting seem like nothing. They moved as one, Sakura wrapping her arms around Syaoran's neck as he buried his head in her neck to stifle his moans. Before they knew what had happened, they climaxed; it was over. Completely worn out, the couple released a moan of satisfaction and relaxed, still intimately joined.
"I love you, Sakura." Syaoran whispered. Sakura's eyes were closed, and Syaoran ran his hand through her hair, the other wrapped around her slim waist. He felt tired himself, and had soon curled up next to Sakura in his bed, cradling her in his arms.
*Um, so that's it for now. Find out what happens in the next chapter, and I'll give you all a hint: you're all going to want to kill me. Review please, let me know what you think.*
Reviewers: kikakai, sapphirecrystal, sweet-captor, dfasdfasd, & S+S43v3r
Every New Day
Sakura hesitated for a moment as she stared at Syaoran. He was lying on his neatly made bed, a long sleeved black shirt covering his torso. A look of anger mixed with pain and suffering masked his face as he scowled. He sat up, and Sakura started walking inside, closing the door behind her.
"Thanks." Syaoran blurted out simply, taking his things from his friend and reading over the assignments. Sakura didn't leave; she concentrated her gaze on Syaoran as he read, his eyes clouded with something she couldn't understand.
"You don't have to stay, you know." Syaoran added, his voice quiet. He looked up and met Sakura's stare, his amber eyes accented though his messy chestnut bangs. Sakura shook her head slowly, a frown marring her pretty face.
"Why, Syaoran? What is it you can't feel that you have to do . . . that?" Sakura whispered, motioning to his arm. Syaoran turned his face from Sakura, trying to ignore the subject.
"Syaoran-" Sakura started. Syaoran whipped his face back around, and Sakura's eyes widened as she saw the tears forming in the corners of his yellowish-brown orbs.
"I can't feel anything anymore. Something happened to me . . . and ever since that day I haven't felt a thing. I just want to feel like there's something inside me, like I'm . . . existent." Syaoran stumbled, his eyes moving from Sakura's to the pattern on his comforter.
"What happened, Syao?" Sakura ventured. Syaoran shook his head; he wasn't ready to admit to her he loved her. After a whole year of preparing to tell her the truth, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"It's someone. Someone happened to me, and without her I feel nothing. There's no feeling in my heart now that she's gone. I just want to feel . . ." Syaoran said quietly, his stare still fixed on the pattern on the comforter.
"Love?" Sakura whispered, drawing Syaoran's attention. Sakura was watching him intently, her eyes wide and clear. Syaoran nodded, afraid he wouldn't be able to actually say yes. Sakura nodded, folding her arms around her knees and hugging them to her body.
"I'm starting to feel that way too." Sakura blurted suddenly, making Syaoran look at her quizzically.
"Are you daft? You have Landon, and he loves you." Syaoran argued, his face moving from melancholy to slightly angered.
"I admit I am very attached to Landon. But something's missing. Something in his touch . . . just isn't right." Sakura answered slowly, keeping her eye on Syaoran as he moved his gaze from her to the comforter.
"What are you looking for?" Syaoran questioned. Sakura moved closer, until she was just inches from Syaoran's questioning face. Her emerald eyes looked deeply into his amber eyes as she sighed.
"Something more. Something genuine. Something that when I get into it, I know I'll be safe." Sakura replied, her eyes now wandering to the comforter as she blushed.
"Why are you telling me this, Sakura?" Syaoran inquired. Sakura met his look once again. She put her hand over his, and Syaoran started to protest, but Sakura hushed him.
"When I found you today, with all that blood . . . I realized how terrible of a friend I had been to you. I mean, one day . . . we were best friends. The next day I had Landon. Today showed me how real our friendship was, and the more I thought about you, the more I thought about how our friendship could have easily become more." Sakura stammered. Her cheeks were burning crimson as she spoke, catching Syaoran's attention.
"What are you saying?" Syaoran asked. Sakura touched Syaoran's cheek with a slim finger, sending a shiver of excitement through the teen.
"I'm saying . . . that what I have been looking for in Landon has been right in front of me the whole time. It's you, Syaoran. I want you." Sakura answered, earning a dropped jaw expression from her friend. She leaned in to kiss Syaoran, but he pulled away, though his mind was screaming obscenities at him for doing so.
"No. I can't do this, not while Landon-" Syaoran protested. Sakura shook her head and showed him her naked ring finger.
"After today, I couldn't stop thinking about you. We're not getting married. Not until I figure out what I want." Sakura stated. Syaoran opened his mouth to protest more; she was still considered to be attached to Landon, and Syaoran wasn't the kind of guy to cheat. Before he could say anything, Sakura's mouth was planted firmly on his own.
The world stopped turning completely, and everyone on it vanished. Syaoran felt Sakura kiss him and immediately felt a rush of happiness sting his dead heart. He felt it beating hard against his chest as he started kissing her back. This was what he had wanted for so long, and there was no way he was going to let it go.
Syaoran slipped his tongue into Sakura's willing mouth, tangling it with hers as they intensified their kisses. Syaoran leaned Sakura down until she was lying on the bed, Syaoran propped up over her on his elbows. Sakura's hands made their way through Syaoran's hair, down over his chest and around his waist.
"Syaoran . . ." Sakura breathed into his mouth as they came up for air. Syaoran kissed Sakura's jawbone, making her sigh with satisfaction. He leaned down onto her, freeing his hands to roam her body. Sakura gasped as his hands moved down her sides to her hips, and she kissed Syaoran's forehead.
"This is what I've always wanted." Sakura whispered huskily, playing with the bottom of Syaoran's shirt before lifting it carefully over his body. Syaoran let Sakura turn him onto his back and straddle him, a serious look on her angel face. She fingered the scars on Syaoran's arms, leaning down to kiss them before meeting Syaoran's lips once again.
Syaoran kissed Sakura hard, tugging at the buttons on her school uniform as he undid her white shirt. Sakura shrugged off the garment, revealing her white cotton bra. Syaoran couldn't contain himself any longer, and he flipped Sakura onto her back, pinning her down with his weight. They kissed furiously, their pace quickening as their hands explored.
Before he knew it, Syaoran was undoing his friend's bra. He stopped for a moment, took in the sight before him. Leaning down, Syaoran kissed each breast, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from Sakura. He cupped one of them in his hand, massaging it as he kissed Sakura once again.
"Syaoran . . . more." Sakura commanded, her voice quavering with desire. Syaoran obeyed as he ran his hand slowly up her skirt and to her panties, which he tugged off slowly. Sakura shook with anticipation as she unzipped her skirt and removed it. She fiddled with the buttons on Syaoran's pants, removing them as quickly as she could.
"Sakura . . . " Syaoran whispered as he shook off his boxers and glanced down at Sakura, who was staring up at him with hungry green eyes. She could feel his ache, and her own yearning was becoming too much for her.
"Please . . . Syaoran, please." Sakura cried, her voice hushed. Syaoran cupped her face in his hand and slowly slipped himself in, allowing Sakura to adjust to the new pain. She gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched on her face. They didn't move for a moment; they were conjoined as one. Syaoran took the initiative and slowly started to move in and out, kissing Sakura on the mouth as he did so.
It was the most sensational feeling he had ever felt in his entire life. The bliss he felt while making love to Sakura made the feeling from cutting seem like nothing. They moved as one, Sakura wrapping her arms around Syaoran's neck as he buried his head in her neck to stifle his moans. Before they knew what had happened, they climaxed; it was over. Completely worn out, the couple released a moan of satisfaction and relaxed, still intimately joined.
"I love you, Sakura." Syaoran whispered. Sakura's eyes were closed, and Syaoran ran his hand through her hair, the other wrapped around her slim waist. He felt tired himself, and had soon curled up next to Sakura in his bed, cradling her in his arms.
*Um, so that's it for now. Find out what happens in the next chapter, and I'll give you all a hint: you're all going to want to kill me. Review please, let me know what you think.*