*New chapter time! It's been three months since Cass was taken away, and
instead of celebrating Christmas with each other, Sakura and Syaoran's
marriage is on the rocks. Are they going to make it through the difficulty
of losing Cass, or will they end up losing everything?*
Fighting For My Family
December. In San Francisco, it wasn't very cold, but in Sakura and Syaoran's home it was frigid. Life hadn't been the same since Cass was taken from them so suddenly, and the marriage Sakura thought would last forever was being threatened. The brunette looked out the window, watching the sun set in the sky. Syaoran should have been home two hours ago, but it looked like he was spending another late night at the office. Sakura sighed, realizing she and Syaoran hadn't spent much time together in the three months after they had been ejected from their parenting rights. Rising from her seat, she took a look at the Christmas tree she had set up alone the week before and felt a silent tear roll down her face.
'Syaoran. . . what's happening to us?' Sakura thought, thinking back to the days after Cass left, and the withdrawal of her husband.
*Flashback*
Sakura sat by the phone waiting for the call. She just knew something was wrong; Syaoran was never late being home from work. Tonight he was over five hours late, and his cell phone was turned off. It had been a week since Cass was taken by Angel and Marcus, and life hadn't been the same. Syaoran had become distant, often lost in his own thoughts. Sakura felt cold and alone as Syaoran stopped communicating with her about even the most trivial things. And to top it off, tonight he hadn't come home. Sakura's green eyes tiredly watched the clock as its hands slowly made their way around the circle. The door opened, and Sakura jumped up to see Tomoyo walk into the room, Candidas in her arms. She set the four month old down in the living room and walked over to Sakura, who had her arms wrapped around herself.
"Syaoran is in my car." Tomoyo said quietly, looking into Sakura's eyes for any sign of worry.
"What's he doing in your car? Why didn't he drive himself home?" Sakura asked. Candidas smiled at Sakura, who picked her up and smiled weakly at the child.
"He. . . he was arrested." Tomoyo stammered. Sakura's head shot up, and her eyes widened. Arrested? Syaoran?
"Why. . . " Sakura asked, feeling the worst come on. Could he have done something to get Cass back? Could he have done something terrible? That wasn't the Syaoran Sakura knew, however Syaoran was not the same man she knew anymore. He'd changed.
"He left work early. . . went to a bar. When he was out of money, he got into his car drunk. . . and he was pulled over for drunk driving." Tomoyo explained, her violet eyes filled with pain she felt for her friends. She hated watching them suffer, and felt she was helpless despite her and Eriol's attempts to find loopholes that could return Cass to Sakura and Syaoran.
"He drank?! Syaoran. . . . he never drinks!" Sakura cried, her eyes becoming more pained at the thought of her husband drinking his cares away in some bar. She handed Candidas to Tomoyo and walked out to the car where Syaoran was still sitting, his eyes fixed on the dash.
"Why didn't you call me?" Sakura asked, kneeling down and looking at Syaoran with a slightly perturbed look on her pretty face. Syaoran scoffed and got out of the car, stumbling slightly.
"Because I didn't want to." Syaoran stated plainly, walking past Sakura and Tomoyo into the house. Sakura wrapped her arms around herself again, feeling the chill of Syaoran's voice as it echoed in her mind. Tomoyo put her hand on Sakura's shoulder after putting the baby into the car seat.
"If you need anything, Sakura, and I mean anything. . . please call me." Tomoyo said, hugging her friend before getting into the car and taking off. Sakura shuddered again as thoughts of Syaoran floated in her mind. She walked into the house to find Syaoran brooding in his chair by the fireplace. In his hands he held a picture of Sakura, Cass and himself.
"Syaoran-" Sakura started. Syaoran put his hand up, stopping her from continuing.
"I don't need your lecture. I know it was a stupid thing to do, and I've learned my lesson. Now please. . . just leave me alone right now." Syaoran said, not facing Sakura at all. Sakura's shoulders slumped as she turned and retreated to the bedroom. Tears stained her face as she buried it in the pillow, letting sleep invade her body.
*End*
That was three months ago. Syaoran had indeed learned his lesson, but since then had been keeping very long hours at work, burying himself in it as much as he could. Sakura spent her days in the house, cleaning it until there wasn't a speck of dust left. She had nothing else to do, no baby to take care of, no husband to love. Her life was a void, and depression had soon taken over her life completely. Smiles were a rarity, and she too found herself immersing herself in her work, and in addition to that, poems so dark they seemed to have no hope. Now Sakura waited anxiously by the phone, waiting for the call that her husband was dead, that he'd killed himself in a fit of grief.
'I couldn't get to you, Syaoran. You wouldn't let me in. . . ' Sakura thought. She glanced up at the clock and noticed it was past eleven. Syaoran should have been home six hours ago, and now it looked like he wasn't coming home at all. Rising to her feet, Sakura made her way to the stairs when the door opened, and Syaoran walked in, briefcase in hand. He threw his blazer onto a chair, and was startled to see Sakura standing on the stairs with a miserable look on her face.
"You're home late." Sakura said plainly. She had started to avoid letting emotion get into the way, as Syaoran was ice cold to her. Why should she be any different?
"Yeah." Syaoran said, walking up the stairs past her. Sakura felt the urge to just explode, and her emerald eyes welled with tears as she chased Syaoran up the stairs into their room.
"Syaoran. . . I have to talk to you." Sakura managed through light sobs. This was it; she couldn't handle any more coldness. She couldn't take the pain alone any longer. Sakura needed Syaoran. Staring with empty amber eyes, Syaoran watched his wife, the wife he had so quickly become estranged to, crumble emotionally.
"I can't talk to you." Syaoran replied. Sakura cried harder, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Why, Syaoran? Why?" Sakura cried, her voice raised. Syaoran whipped around, his eyes filled with a pain Sakura had never seen before.
"Because it hurts, okay? It fucking hurts to talk to you, to see you looking so forlorn all the time!" Syaoran cried, tears finally springing to his eyes like a river.
"Syaoran!" Sakura sobbed, taking him into her arms as he broke down completely. This was what she had been missing all this time. All these months she had no one to share her pain, and now Syaoran was finally there to help bear the burden.
"I feel so helpless. How can I make you happy, Sakura? How can I bring back the joy you had when Cass was with us? I feel like there's nothing I can do. . . and you were so sad when he left. . . " Syaoran said between sobs. Like a flood, tears slid down Syaoran's cheeks, splashing on Sakura's shirt.
"All you had to do was talk to me. . . help me through this. You weren't the only one who was suffering, you weren't the only one who felt like a chunk of their heart was torn out. You can still help me, baby. We can carry each other through this. I don't want to lose you too!" Sakura bawled, burying her head into Syaoran's neck as she cried. For the first time since September, Sakura felt Syaoran's arms encircle her, and felt safe again.
"I don't want to lose you. . . I'm sorry for being so horrible. You must have felt so cold." Syaoran whispered.
"Not anymore. You're here for me, and I'm here for you. We'll get through this, Syaoran. We're going to get through this." Sakura said, hiccupping from her intense crying. Syaoran kissed Sakura passionately, holding her close to him as he did so. Sakura kissed Syaoran back, and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. Unbuttoning her shirt, Syaoran lifted his wife up and placed her gently on the bed.
*Sorry for yet another short chapter. But S&S made it through the rough stuff okay, you think? Next chapter deals with Sakura and Syaoran's Christmas, and the sadness they endure as they watch Eriol and Tomoyo with their baby. Review this for me, let me have some feedback, ya'll! Thanks!*
Fighting For My Family
December. In San Francisco, it wasn't very cold, but in Sakura and Syaoran's home it was frigid. Life hadn't been the same since Cass was taken from them so suddenly, and the marriage Sakura thought would last forever was being threatened. The brunette looked out the window, watching the sun set in the sky. Syaoran should have been home two hours ago, but it looked like he was spending another late night at the office. Sakura sighed, realizing she and Syaoran hadn't spent much time together in the three months after they had been ejected from their parenting rights. Rising from her seat, she took a look at the Christmas tree she had set up alone the week before and felt a silent tear roll down her face.
'Syaoran. . . what's happening to us?' Sakura thought, thinking back to the days after Cass left, and the withdrawal of her husband.
*Flashback*
Sakura sat by the phone waiting for the call. She just knew something was wrong; Syaoran was never late being home from work. Tonight he was over five hours late, and his cell phone was turned off. It had been a week since Cass was taken by Angel and Marcus, and life hadn't been the same. Syaoran had become distant, often lost in his own thoughts. Sakura felt cold and alone as Syaoran stopped communicating with her about even the most trivial things. And to top it off, tonight he hadn't come home. Sakura's green eyes tiredly watched the clock as its hands slowly made their way around the circle. The door opened, and Sakura jumped up to see Tomoyo walk into the room, Candidas in her arms. She set the four month old down in the living room and walked over to Sakura, who had her arms wrapped around herself.
"Syaoran is in my car." Tomoyo said quietly, looking into Sakura's eyes for any sign of worry.
"What's he doing in your car? Why didn't he drive himself home?" Sakura asked. Candidas smiled at Sakura, who picked her up and smiled weakly at the child.
"He. . . he was arrested." Tomoyo stammered. Sakura's head shot up, and her eyes widened. Arrested? Syaoran?
"Why. . . " Sakura asked, feeling the worst come on. Could he have done something to get Cass back? Could he have done something terrible? That wasn't the Syaoran Sakura knew, however Syaoran was not the same man she knew anymore. He'd changed.
"He left work early. . . went to a bar. When he was out of money, he got into his car drunk. . . and he was pulled over for drunk driving." Tomoyo explained, her violet eyes filled with pain she felt for her friends. She hated watching them suffer, and felt she was helpless despite her and Eriol's attempts to find loopholes that could return Cass to Sakura and Syaoran.
"He drank?! Syaoran. . . . he never drinks!" Sakura cried, her eyes becoming more pained at the thought of her husband drinking his cares away in some bar. She handed Candidas to Tomoyo and walked out to the car where Syaoran was still sitting, his eyes fixed on the dash.
"Why didn't you call me?" Sakura asked, kneeling down and looking at Syaoran with a slightly perturbed look on her pretty face. Syaoran scoffed and got out of the car, stumbling slightly.
"Because I didn't want to." Syaoran stated plainly, walking past Sakura and Tomoyo into the house. Sakura wrapped her arms around herself again, feeling the chill of Syaoran's voice as it echoed in her mind. Tomoyo put her hand on Sakura's shoulder after putting the baby into the car seat.
"If you need anything, Sakura, and I mean anything. . . please call me." Tomoyo said, hugging her friend before getting into the car and taking off. Sakura shuddered again as thoughts of Syaoran floated in her mind. She walked into the house to find Syaoran brooding in his chair by the fireplace. In his hands he held a picture of Sakura, Cass and himself.
"Syaoran-" Sakura started. Syaoran put his hand up, stopping her from continuing.
"I don't need your lecture. I know it was a stupid thing to do, and I've learned my lesson. Now please. . . just leave me alone right now." Syaoran said, not facing Sakura at all. Sakura's shoulders slumped as she turned and retreated to the bedroom. Tears stained her face as she buried it in the pillow, letting sleep invade her body.
*End*
That was three months ago. Syaoran had indeed learned his lesson, but since then had been keeping very long hours at work, burying himself in it as much as he could. Sakura spent her days in the house, cleaning it until there wasn't a speck of dust left. She had nothing else to do, no baby to take care of, no husband to love. Her life was a void, and depression had soon taken over her life completely. Smiles were a rarity, and she too found herself immersing herself in her work, and in addition to that, poems so dark they seemed to have no hope. Now Sakura waited anxiously by the phone, waiting for the call that her husband was dead, that he'd killed himself in a fit of grief.
'I couldn't get to you, Syaoran. You wouldn't let me in. . . ' Sakura thought. She glanced up at the clock and noticed it was past eleven. Syaoran should have been home six hours ago, and now it looked like he wasn't coming home at all. Rising to her feet, Sakura made her way to the stairs when the door opened, and Syaoran walked in, briefcase in hand. He threw his blazer onto a chair, and was startled to see Sakura standing on the stairs with a miserable look on her face.
"You're home late." Sakura said plainly. She had started to avoid letting emotion get into the way, as Syaoran was ice cold to her. Why should she be any different?
"Yeah." Syaoran said, walking up the stairs past her. Sakura felt the urge to just explode, and her emerald eyes welled with tears as she chased Syaoran up the stairs into their room.
"Syaoran. . . I have to talk to you." Sakura managed through light sobs. This was it; she couldn't handle any more coldness. She couldn't take the pain alone any longer. Sakura needed Syaoran. Staring with empty amber eyes, Syaoran watched his wife, the wife he had so quickly become estranged to, crumble emotionally.
"I can't talk to you." Syaoran replied. Sakura cried harder, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Why, Syaoran? Why?" Sakura cried, her voice raised. Syaoran whipped around, his eyes filled with a pain Sakura had never seen before.
"Because it hurts, okay? It fucking hurts to talk to you, to see you looking so forlorn all the time!" Syaoran cried, tears finally springing to his eyes like a river.
"Syaoran!" Sakura sobbed, taking him into her arms as he broke down completely. This was what she had been missing all this time. All these months she had no one to share her pain, and now Syaoran was finally there to help bear the burden.
"I feel so helpless. How can I make you happy, Sakura? How can I bring back the joy you had when Cass was with us? I feel like there's nothing I can do. . . and you were so sad when he left. . . " Syaoran said between sobs. Like a flood, tears slid down Syaoran's cheeks, splashing on Sakura's shirt.
"All you had to do was talk to me. . . help me through this. You weren't the only one who was suffering, you weren't the only one who felt like a chunk of their heart was torn out. You can still help me, baby. We can carry each other through this. I don't want to lose you too!" Sakura bawled, burying her head into Syaoran's neck as she cried. For the first time since September, Sakura felt Syaoran's arms encircle her, and felt safe again.
"I don't want to lose you. . . I'm sorry for being so horrible. You must have felt so cold." Syaoran whispered.
"Not anymore. You're here for me, and I'm here for you. We'll get through this, Syaoran. We're going to get through this." Sakura said, hiccupping from her intense crying. Syaoran kissed Sakura passionately, holding her close to him as he did so. Sakura kissed Syaoran back, and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. Unbuttoning her shirt, Syaoran lifted his wife up and placed her gently on the bed.
*Sorry for yet another short chapter. But S&S made it through the rough stuff okay, you think? Next chapter deals with Sakura and Syaoran's Christmas, and the sadness they endure as they watch Eriol and Tomoyo with their baby. Review this for me, let me have some feedback, ya'll! Thanks!*