Hey Guys!
Sorry it took me a while to write this chap. I didn't know what exactly I should bring out in here. But I have a feeling that you guys will be disappointed din me when you read this chap. It's not a tad bit romantic or funny. I'm starting to feel bad now, but the story just had to go that way. So yeah.
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Well here's the chap you guys have been waiting for. I thought it was very short compared to the last chappy. I just wanted to add all the romance in one chap, so you guys wouldn't have to wait.
Read on!
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Open Up My Heart
Chapter 13
By: Shinsei-Kokoro a.k.a pinklover-sama
The thick cold rain was still falling. The thunder had cleared out, and the lightening had died out.
On the street of St Pablo all that could be seen was darkness, and a few cars that were lined on the side, with the rain thundering on them. All the buildings had their lights off, and everything was quite. Well, almost everything that is.
"Are you sure it's somewhere around here?" an anxious Syaoran asked as he reached his hand over the house threshold, trying to search for the house key.
"Yeah…" an overboard Sakura replied, and she shifted her lean on him.
"Do you know exactly where? Sakura? Hey! Don't go to sleep!"
The woman in his arms readily stirred, "I'm alive…don't worry…" she answered in a high voice, and then gave a giddy laugh.
Shaking his head, he felt the wall deeper, but couldn't any feel of an object.
"Oi! I think we're in trouble. If there's no key, then we're stuck out here, or we'll either have to go to a hotel"
Sakura immediately perked up as she heard the last choice, "Hotel!" she cried, a sly look in her eyes.
Syaoran could only grin at her, and held her tighter by her waist, making sure that she wouldn't slip from him, "You for one are really naughty"
"I just wanna go to sleep," she moaned as she hid her face in his chest.
Smiling he rubbed her hair with his other hand, "I knew we should have gone back to get your purse and jacket, but you just had to be stubborn" he scolded her playfully.
Nudging her head, she closed her eyes tight, "You think I would go there to that Aurora?!"
Syaoran frowned at that. The girl had told him everything in the car that night. How Ben Rogers had decided to move her to Lakmé…to become a personal slave of Mei Aurora…no wonder Jack had acted a bit weird towards her.
His mother had probably told him that a killer name Sakura Kinomoto had run out on her.
Stupid…How can someone like her even kill?! He asked himself as he look down at her curly auburn head.
"Sakura…"
"Hmm?" she whined.
"I need to find the key. Do you know where it is? I have to get you inside the house you know"
Rubbing her face against his shirt, she let out a growl, "Can't I just sleep out here?"
"Yeah right…" at that he shook her once again, "C'mon! Do you where it is?"
"Don't know…" came her muffled reply, "Tomoyo said it was somewhere…ask her"
If it were someone else in place of Syaoran, he surely would have been rattling her by now asking for the key. But since it was Syaoran, he was taking the gentler way, of standing in front of the house, searching for about half an hour.
"Tomoyo? I tried calling her. Her phone's switched off. Eriol's not picking up. And their residence number just keeps o ringing"
A devious laugh escaped her lips, "There probably having the time of their life!" she exclaimed.
The in a quieter voice she mumbled, "He never did that with me…damn…"
"What?" Syaoran leaned down to her, not sure of what he had just heard, "What did you say?"
Finally, she looked up at him her chin tightly pushed tightly against his chest. She didn't answer at first, and to him it seemed like she was studying him, but in reality she was just thinking of some of the precious memories from the past. Memories that had been thrown into the dustbin.
"Love me…" she whispered, as he eyes closed halfway giving him a miserable smile, "I'm…lonely…hmm…"
And with that she fell limp in his arms.
"Sakura?" he shook her lightly, "Sakura!"
But as he got no reply from her, he sighed. He knew he shouldn't have let her drink too much. Now look what he had done?!
Sliding one hand below her knees, he pulled her up from her feet, and let her legs dangled down.
Holding her close to him, he turned around towards the staircase.
There was only one choice left and that was to take her to the hotel. It didn't matter to him now, of what she would think when she would wake up the next morning.
But as he went one step down, he turned back around.
No!
He wouldn't…couldn't do that!
Scanning his eyes over the neighbour's door, he finally pushed his shoulder against the door bell, making a sudden shrill go out.
There…
He would just have to go through the trouble of letting whoever in this house see him. Maybe they would crazy over him at this time of the night.
And a risk it was.
Within a few minutes, footsteps were heard, and soon enough the door was opened, giving way to a woman of about 50.
One look at Syaoran, and all she could do was let out a gasp as her frail hands clamped her mouth.
"It's…" she couldn't go on any further, leaving Syaoran to give her a nervous smile.
"Uh…" he started motioning towards the small body hanging in his wide arms.
"Oh my!" she gasped as Sakura's sleeping face came into her view, "Is she okay!?" she cried out louder that he expected.
"Yeah…she's just sleeping" he winced, then gave her another smile, "I would really appreciate it if you could tell me if you know a spare key she's hidden somewhere"
"Uh…" the woman started as she gazed at Syaoran, then moved her eyes beyond him, looking at her neighbours door.
"Don't worry…I'm a good friend of hers" he interrupted knowing what was going on in the lady's mind.
Looking at him sharply with wide eyes, she grinned, "She never told me that"
"Hehe…what can I say…she likes to keep a few things hidden" he gave her a hopeful look.
The lady nodded, "I know. It would be a disaster if the whole news crew was outside her doorway asking questions about her relationship with you. She's one of those few women who love peace and quiet. But it would still be a vision, don't you think? I mean I can't still imagine, my neighbour dating the captain of the Democratising Dragons. This apartment will become so famous! We might even be on the T.V! Offcourse! I can also say that I saw Syaoran Li personally carrying his girlfriend in his arms, and he asked me if I had the spare key to her apartment! That'll be so great! Well, except for the news crew who'll keep on filming the apartment secretly, telling the whole world, of where the girlfriend of Syaoran Li lives! They might even interview asking us about her life, and how often you come here to visit her! And then—,"
"The key! I need the key Ma'am!" he suddenly interrupted before she could go on anymore, "Please"
The woman stopped with her gibberish at once, and took a long look at him, and then at Sakura who was sleeping soundly.
"Uh…yeah" she whispered very embarrassed.
Stepping past him, she lifted the doormat in front of the door, and took out a thin metal piece from a slit.
"Uh…oh" Syaoran raised a brow.
The woman turned around, holding up the key, "Keeping under the doormat is an old one, but in a slit is quite new"
Syaoran could only smiled thankfully, "Could you please open the door?"
Nodding, she did what she was told, and slid back the key in the slit.
Once inside, Syaoran turned around, and gave the woman one of his charming smiles, making her blush, "Thanks, and sorry for the inconvenience"
"Oh! Think nothing of it! When it comes to my favourite celebrity, I'm willing to do absolutely anything!"
Syaoran ears immediately perked up at that, "Absolutely anything?"
"Oh yes!" the lady nodded enthusiastically.
"Well then….could you please not tell anyone that I had been here?"
The lady nodded knowing then frowned, "But Miss Kinomoto—,"
"Oh you wouldn't need to worry about her" he smiled as he turned to close door again, "Thanks again!"
And with that he shut the door behind him, unknown of the lady who was still standing there a smile on her face.
Behind the door, Syaoran slid against the door, and looked down at the beauty in his arms.
"I never knew you had such persistent neighbours Sakura" he murmured to which she only stirred.
Chuckling, he turned down the hallway, making his way to finding her room.
After opening two wrong doors, he walked into a room, which seemed like her bedroom.
Turning on the light with his shoulder, he felt his lips spread to a smile.
Sakura surely did know how to keep things tidy. The room he was in seemed to smell just like her.
Smiling to the woman in his arms, he walked towards the bed and gently laid her down. But as he was about to pull back, he noticed her small hand clutched on to the front of her shirt.
As he held her hand, to lever it off, he noticed her grip tighten. Glancing at her face immediately, he noticed her unblinked gems of deep emerald staring up at him shyly.
"You're leaving me already?" she asked in her tentative voice, as she licked her lips.
Syaoran smiled down at her, determined not to look at her tantalizing lips.
"Go to sleep" he whispered, giving her forehead a soft kiss.
A smile suddenly spread on her lips, as she felt his lips contact on her skin, "Don't treat me like a baby" she whispered.
Crouching down, he let her hand slid to his hand, holding it tight.
"Why not…"
As she closed and opened her eyes again, she looked at him childishly, "Tuck me in then. And read me a bedtime story"
Laughing, he suddenly got up, and slid his arms under her arms and knees, and pulled her up in his arms once again.
Pulling down the sheets on the bed, he laid her down again on the medium sized bed, making sure her head was above the pillow. As he pulled up the sheets, till her chest, pulled her arms out, then tucked the sheets in till her feet.
"There…" he mumbled satisfied, "How is that?"
"Thank you daddy" she giggled at him, her eyes laughing.
"Daddy?" he stood up acting disappointed, "I do all this and you call me daddy?"
Her laughs once again trailed, and then she pushed back her head in the pillow, "I remember when my dad used to tuck me in. I think I was six…he used to tell me how much he and my mom loved me…" she murmured looking to the other side, not caring of her stinging eyes.
Syaoran came down on his knees, and pushed back her face towards him, with his forefinger.
"Hey…shhh" he silenced her pressing his finger against her lips, "Now you're really acting like a baby," he reminded her, giving her an encouraging smile.
Nodding, a familiar smile appeared on her lips, "What about my goodnight kiss? I did agree on this date…"
Syaoran gave a funny look then made a thoughtful look, "Tell me…were you even sleeping just minutes ago? Or was that all a play"
"Syaoran!" she playfully punched his chest, "You're…mean"
Looking like he had just got offended, he put on a miserable face, "How can you say that after I let you kiss me so many times!? I cannot believe it!"
Sakura readily laughed at his dry joke, "Hey you were the one who started it!"
Leaning down over the face, his face suddenly turned serious, "You asked for it…remember? You asked me to prove it. And I did"
Closing her eyes, she hastily rubbed a strand of hair away from her eyes, "I don't even remember that" she groaned.
Studying her face, he felt his cheek falling against hers.
You won't remember any of this by tomorrow…Miss Kinomoto.
"You smell nice," she murmured, making him open his eyes.
"Like what?"
Fidgeting under the blankets she finally smiled, "Like…sandalwood…umm…cherry blossoms…and buttercups"
Syaoran smile against her skin, "Maybe that's because I've had you against me for such a long time silly"
Sakura let out a crazy laugh, "Yeah…I was wondering why you would smell like flowers…silly me"
"True" he whispered in her ears, making her tremble. Just then he looked at his wrist watch, and sighed.
"I have to go Sakura. My hotel lodge is not gonna allow anyone in after two in the morning. And it already quarte to two"
The girl shook her head in a no, "No!" she groaned, "Don't go…stay here…with me"
Syaoran cupped her face at that. How could this one girl steal all of his consciousness?!
"Hey. I really need to go"
"But why!?" she whined, not letting go of his hand.
"Well…I have to get there…and…uh…have a talk with my Coach for running out on them"
Sakura laughed at that, "You did run out them didn't you?"
"Actually we did"
"Hey!" she protested.
Syaoran did say anything else. Because that wasn't really the reason.
But he certainly didn't want to find out of how a conscious and awake Sakura would think of him spending the night in her apartment.
A sour look suddenly appeared on his face.
Not a very pleasant thought.
Sakura suddenly nudged against him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Syaoran smiled down at her, "Um…weather I should kiss you goodnight or not?"
"Syaoran!" she complained.
"What?" he played along, "Do you want it or not?"
The girl suddenly got another firm grip of the front of his shirt, and pulled him down, but he pulled back before their lips could even brush past each other.
"Hey! I just got this shirt tailored. Now you wouldn't want me to leave with broken buttons do you?"
Scowling at him, she leaned up, and wrapped her arms seductively around his neck, pulling him down to her.
"Now…" she giggled, giving him sweet but short kisses on his cheeks, "…are you gonna kiss me or not?"
Pressing his forehead against hers, he kissed the tip of her small nose, "Do I have a choice?" he murmured before he pulled her towards him by her hair and claimed her lips into an intoxicating kiss. It was a long and sweet one for Sakura, but short and sad for Syaoran.
It would probably be the last time he would be kissing and holding her like this.
Damn.
And with that thought in mind, he deepened the kiss.
No. He couldn't let go off her yet. He needed her. He couldn't let go of the one woman he thought was worth his needs.
One woman who he felt that special need towards.
That one woman that just made him laugh and wonder what a special life her had.
Oh god.
No.
He would never let her go.
He had to win her.
The only competition was her conscious will. The real Sakura Kinomoto who would be wondering how she ended up in her own bed without any memory of this night.
Running his long fingers through her hair, he knew he had to keep in mind about this one night sweet relationship they had. The sweet kisses they shared.
He had to remember how her wavy hair smelled.
How warm her hands were, and how perfectly they fit in his.
Their each conversations.
Their each fights.
Her eyes, each frown…each smile.
Thinking about that, it only made him want her more.
Maybe he could ask her out for another date.
Maybe.
But wasn't he leaving the next weak back to China to meet his family. He could postpone the date a bit…but his mother certainly wouldn't like it.
But…it was worth the risk.
Each hand on hers cheeks, he slowly pulled away from her lips, making her give him a broad smile.
But she still wouldn't unwrap her arms around his neck. Instead she pulled herself closer to him, and rested her head against his chest.
"You are so wonderful Syaoran…" she smiled against his shirt.
Syaoran could only chuckle, resting his cheek on her head.
How could he fall in love with this one woman in just a day?
Or was it when the first time they had bumped into each other on the road, or maybe the time when she had collided against him?
"Sakura…I have to go…" he whispered without even looking at his watch.
Once again she looked at him with those puppy dog eyes that just made him groan and then laugh.
"No no…don't give me that"
But she only smiled, then laid back on the bed, and pulled the sheets over her, "Goodnight Syaoran" she murmured closing her eyes.
Syaoran frowned at her playfully, then stood up, just noticing that her hands were still locked onto his.
"Tomoyo said…that you try your very hardest to get me to notice you…is that true Syaoran?" she suddenly asked not even bothering open her eyes, her hand gripping onto his harder.
"Yeah…" he said, "But I don't think I should try anymore…"
"Why not?" she asked opening her eyes, worry filled in them.
"'Cuz I think you've already noticed me…isn't that true?"
Sakura slowly looked up at him with sad eyes. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and her brain was throbbing because of the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
But whatever her brain was registering, it didn't keep her away from what he had just said.
A smile suddenly sprung up on her lips, "You're right…"
"Goodnight Sakura" he smiled back caressing her cheek, "Don't forget to dream 'bout me"
"I won't…" she mumbled as her heaviness of her mind washed over her, and lulled her to sleep.
Giving her one last kiss softly on her lips, he turned around to leave. There were only eight minutes to two, and if he wouldn't reach there in time then he wouldn't be allowed in inside the hotel at all.
"Stupid security…" he murmured…before a thought rang through his mind.
Turning around he looked round the room for a pen and a paper.
When he did, he didn't lose time in scribbling things, then lying the paper down on her bedside cabinet.
And at same moment, the flash of a white bottle suddenly caught his eye. Glancing at the woman on the bed, he took another look at the bottle.
"Pills…" he murmured.
When she was in hospital, the doctor had said that she was on overdose of pills. So…could these be those pills that will soon drive all her energy away?
Quickly grabbing the bottle and opening it, he tipped one in his hands. Closing it back again, he placed it back on the exact same position.
If he couldn't ask her…it wouldn't mean that he wouldn't find out.
Getting up he took one last look at the sleeping figure on the bed, then dashed out of the door, knowing that he only had three or two minutes to get there.
He just had to be quick.
# * # * # * # * #
"I just hope to won't end up doing anything stupid Eriol…" Tomoyo sighed as she stretched her arms on the king size bed she had just woken up from.
"They won't…I know both of them quite well…" the man replied in a muffled voice from the depth of her neck.
Tomoyo suddenly giggled, "Stop it Eriol! That tickles!"
Eriol could only pull back and laugh with her. And as their laughs died away, the two of them leaned back towards the headboard, the thick sheets pulled over them.
"Where do you think they went?" Tomoyo suddenly asked.
"Don't know…" Eriol shrugged, then closed his eyes, "But…"
"But what?"
"I don't know. I just thought it was quite weird how both of them just went out. I mean, it's not like they suddenly started becoming great friends…I was just wondering that maybe…something might have happened…"
"What are you getting at Eriol?" Tomoyo frowned falling to her sides, to get a better view of her fiancé's face.
"You know how Sakura quitted and all…and how she had that weird conversation with Jack when Syaoran was introducing her to him. Sakura said that she was glad to have left and—,"
"What exactly is your point?!" Tomoyo interrupted her patience running thin.
"Well…after that I saw Jack talking to his mother…Aurora…and they were both staring at Sakura. Something on their faces justF – Ha't know…I must just be hallucinating all this…but I think something happened between Aurora and Sakura"
Tomoyo suddenly fell on her back once again, "That Aurora…now that you've said it…I'm sure it was her…that woman is just too much…and so is Jack…he's just a prick like her"
Eriol laughed at that, "I don't know about Jack. I mean he's quite good on the field…but Aurora…I've only spoken to his mother like two three time. That's all"
Tomoyo slowly scowled, "I don't know Eriol…here…pass me the phone…I'm gonna check on Sakura"
Requested by his fiancée he passed her the black cordless phone.
Punching in numbers, Tomoyo swiftly pressing it against her ear.
# * # * # * # * #
Ahh…warm…warm hands…
Soft lips…soft hair…smells like sandalwood…and cherry blossoms…and…and buttercups.
A long sigh was let out from the figure under the covers.
"Hmmm…"
Another sigh.
Long, strong arms…
Chiselled face…gentle touches…heart-breaking kisses.
"Hmm…"
Another sigh followed.
And to break the beautiful warmness, the telephone right next to her suddenly started to ring.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Emerald eyes immediately fluttered open, and gave a direct death glare to the piece of instrument that was just inches away from her ear.
Letting only her arm glide out from underneath the covers, she quickly grabbed the phone.
"What!?" she snapped, making the person on the other line find it hard to chose words.
"Sakura?" came Tomoyo's voice.
The girl immediately groaned, "Tomoyo! What are doing calling me at this hour? Its only…" she stopped for a second to get a look at the time on her alarm clock.
But as the digits fixed together in her mind, no words come out. Her brain went blank.
"2:46 in the afternoon?" Tomoyo helped, "It's not exactly morning in my alarm clock dear" she said wryly, making Sakura suddenly swear out loud.
"Oh my god!" her hands flew to her mouth, making the receiver fall on her bed.
Yesterday night!
How could she have forgotten 'bout that!!
A sudden sickness suddenly washed over her, making her hold her head tight in her hands.
"Ahhhh…" she groaned.
What had happened last night??!
All she could remember was the many glasses of vodka she had taken.
Oh no!
Her head suddenly jerked up!
Syaoran Li!
She instantly started pounding her head.
'Shit! Shit! Shit! Please tell me we did nothing!!!!?'
Uneasiness and anger suddenly filled into her…and fright.
Her heart suddenly felt the urge to leap out of her throat.
And her head…
Holding her head together again, she stood still for a while wanting to fight the pain of the hangover she was having.
'Please god! Tell me we did nothing! I can't remember anything of yesterday!'
Panic suddenly started to get the best of her, and she grabbed the phone on the bed hoping Tomoyo hadn't hanged up.
And thankfully she hadn't.
"Sakura!" she nearly screamed, "Why did you do that?! Are you okay?! What happened yesterday?! Tell me!"
But Sakura answered to none of those, "Have you got Li's phone number?!" she asked ignoring the questions that were shooting her way, "Have you?!"
Tomoyo only scowled over the phone, "Sakura! It's not time for calling him, when I'm! You can call him and ask him for your other date later! I want to know what happened yesterday!"
Counting backwards from ten, she tapped her foot on the bed.
Patience.
She needed patience.
"Tomoyo…please…I need Li's number…give it to me if you have it" she said slowly and clearly stressing out each syllable. She certainly didn't want to blow up on her cousin, or even tell her that she hadn't the least idea of what happened yesterday.
"I don't get it Sakura!" Tomoyo complained, "When did you put your dates on top of my name on the list!?"
Patience?
"Dammit Tomoyo! Just give me his god dammit phone number, will you?!? How am I supposed to tell you what happened yesterday if I don't remember anything myself?!! I was drunk for god's sake! So please!! Give me the number!!"
There.
All gone out if the system.
But the patience was gone too.
"Sakura…" Tomoyo whispered through the receiver, not being able to believe what she had just said.
"Please Tomoyo…give me his number, and I'll call you back later! I promise!"
The voice from the other line only wavered, "Okay…it's 895 6534…that's the hotel. Do you want his mobile?"
"Uh…" the girl stumbled as she tiredly found her way out of the tangle of sheets around her body, and a found a pen and paper, "Yes"
"023 875 9306"
"Thanks Tomo. I'll call you back later!" And with that she quickly hanged up. Picking it up again, she began dialling numbers. But just as it went through the second ring, she noticed a white piece of paper next to the phone instrument.
It said in a slanted handwriting "Sakura" and at the bottom was a "Syaoran"
Frowning, she crashed the receiver down, and picked up the piece of paper, and began unfolding it at the top most speed, almost tearing the paper apart.
Her eyes immediately started whizzing through. And confusion immediately filled them.
Sakura —
Hey. You probably won't remember anything of last night,
so I wrote this letter before I left.
Just to let you know, we did nothing of any sort. It was
just a friendly date. We fought, talked and you drank. A lot.
You'll probably be having a heavy hangover the whole day.
So don't do anything that'll worsen your headache. Okay?
I had a bit of hard time searching for your house key. But your
neighbour helped me find it, and I put you to bed.
Don't think me bad okay? But seriously, nothing happened.
Call me on my mobile if you want to. It's 023 875 9306.
I had a great time last, by the ways. Maybe we could do it
again—
That was it! That was all she could read! Bl**dy hell! What did that man think of himself!
Crumpling the paper in her hand, she threw as hard as she could and grabbed her car keys. Standing up she flung the door open so hard, that it bounced back as she walked past.
"I'm not gonna call you! But visit you myself! Damned b*st*rd! I'll show you!" she cursed with such anger, that her hurting head didn't matter anymore.
'A**hole…' she bit her lip, as she slipped on her shoes, and stomped out of the door, slamming the door behind her in process.
Running down the long wing of stairs as fast as she could, she swore all the way down. By the time she had reach by the car, her patience had disappeared into thin air.
And her reckless driving didn't change her mood either. Twice she managed to get of a lorry's and a truck's way.
The car had soon come a sudden sharp stop in front of a hotel.
Gritting her jaw, she slammed her way out of the car, not even noticing that she hadn't worn her seat belt all along. Stalking along the path, she ignored the peculiar look she got from people.
Little did she know that she was still wearing that sleeve less blue dress from yesterday. Not only was it crumpled but also had stains from the cheese ball fight she had with Syaoran. But that moment had completely vanished from her mind. She remembered nothing.
Nothing at all.
Just fact that she wanted to punch the man right across the face.
She wouldn't care if there'll be court charges against her.
If she would be sent to jail for abusing a celebrity.
Or even if he did anything for self-defence.
She didn't care.
What ever it would take her to tell the man what she really was.
Pushing back the glass the door with such strength, she practically shattered. Everyone inside the lobby were suddenly on their feet, staring at her like she was some mad banshee, releasing her evil powers. Powers or no powers, she really did look like a banshee, with her wavy hair flying in all direction.
By that wasn't the point to make at that moment.
Two guards suddenly came in her direction, knowing that some kind of commotion was about to happen. But Sakura only dodged past the burly uniformed men, and went to the desk.
"Which room is Syaoran Li!?" she demanded banging her fists on the table. The woman on the desk was immediately up on her desk with fright.
"Uh…Ma'am…I…"
"Just tell me room number please!?" she cried in frustration. She had had it enough with receptionist. They never knew what to give and what not to give.
"Ma'am…I suggest you leave right now before we take you in" one of the two men behind her commanded in a dangerously low voice, that made her eyes falter.
"I'm not leaving until I meet him!" she decided indignantly, then she turned back to the receptionist, "Call him! And we'll see is he wants to meet me or not!!" she glared.
By now the crowd had gotten bigger. A few men in there were part of the Dragons team, but all they could do at that moment was just stare. Eisen was holding a bread roll in his hand. Kan was beside him, a mug in his hands.
The receptionist glanced at the two men behind Sakura, then back at the girl in front of him, who seemed to have just appeared form a whirlpool.
"Fine" the other man behind her commented, "But he doesn't like fans—,"
"Fan?!" she whirled around in complete disbelief, "I am NOT his fan! That's one thing I'm certain I'm not!! Get that?!"
The man raised a brow, but slowly nodded, not understanding the strength of authority she held in her voice.
A man from the crown suddenly, "She his girlfriend man! Let them solve their own problems will ya!? I heard they're gonna be marrying soon"
Everyone around the room was soon buzzing about what the man had just said.
But Sakura just hurled around, and pushed past the two men, in front of the crowd.
"Who ever said that! Be sure to go to a Bachelor Home!! Who ever gave you that idea, go and kill them for me! I'll bail you out myself!" she yelled her temper taking the best of her.
Not only was her heart beating fast, but her head was throbbing like a nightmare.
Turning around, back to the reception, she didn't get the chance to have a look at the laughing looks of the crowd.
The receptionist gave a small nod, "Room 69"
Without saying anything else, she strode straight past the crowd, not even looking back to find that the two officers were following.
Instead of taking the elevator, she ran up the stair taking two at a time on her low heels shoes. After coming to the fifth floor, she stomped along the red carpet, and the dimly lighted hotel hallway.
Standing in front of the door that was marked 69, she immediately started pounding on it.
"Open the damn door Li!" she yelled making the door whimper.
The two officer behind suddenly started to hiss.
"Shh! Keep your voice low!"
But before she could come back with a reply, the door was whirled open. With her back soon to him, she started yelling to the two officers, "Shut up! And why the hell are you even following me! I'm only gonna murder him! That's all!"
"Sakura…"said a calm voice behind her, but it wasn't enough to shake her.
"You can take his body away later! And don't forget to bring some women along with you too! Every time men like him die, women are the utmost important ingredients to go down with him! That's what men like! They don't care about women! One fling with them, and that's it! Are you listening to me!? Huh!?"
Just then, the man behind her wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back, closing the door once she was inside.
"Argh! Gets your hands off me you rascal!"
"Sakura…" Syaoran held a hand up as she whirled around to meet with him face to face.
"It's Kinomoto Li! You were only allowed to call me Sakura yesterday! Don't you remember?! Or have you forgotten too!? But how would you!? You were the one who doped me into getting drunk!"
"What the hell are you talk about??! I wrote—,"
But Sakura wa sjust in time to interrupt him.
"Nice thinking Li! First you get me out of my mind, then use me for your advantage! What do you think I am? Stupid!? Writing that letter and saying that nothing happened?! You think I would believe that!? Believe that a man wouldn't take advantage of a woman with no sense in her mind!?"
"Sakura! I didn't! We didn't do anything!!" he protested.
But Sakura wasn't in the least of her mind to compromise, "Not we! You! I was drunk! For god's sake! I thought you were different!! I thought you understood me! I trusted you! I told you about me!"
"But we didn't do anything!! You have to take my word for it! We didn't!" Syaoran yelled back. He couldn't take this. Why hadn't he figured this out before? Why hadn't he known that she would make an appearance like this? If she was thinking about this so far, then he certainly couldn't tell that they had spent almost half their date kissing.
"You said you knew women like me! You said you respected them! Didn't you!? You said that! You're a hypocrite!! Damn you!" she cried, and for the second time he noticed the one he didn't like.
There were tears glistening in her eyes.
Tears of fright and weakness.
Tears that he hated.
"I didn't Sakura. We didn't do anything. I promise you! I swear! We didn't do…anything" he sighed as he saw the tears falling down her cheeks.
But unfortunately for him she had noticed the uneasiness in his voice.
"We did…didn't we?!!" she suddenly cried out.
Syaoran could only look away.
Damn.
She suddenly held her head in her hands, "I knew it!! I knew you're lying! You're nothing but a living a$$hole!! Just like the other men!! Everyone of you!!"
"We only kissed!" he cried scowling, "And you didn't protest!!"
Sakura glared hard at him, "Protest!!? I was drunk!! What else do you expect a drunk woman to do!!? But you weren't! You weren't drunk! I thought you knew better than to exploit—,"
But before she could speak any further, she felt the rapid contact of his hand against her cheek.
For a moment everything stopped, and all that could be heard was silence.
Utter silence.
Not one movement.
The grown woman in front of him slowly looked up to meet his eyes. Her hands instantly fluttered to her bright red cheek, and she took a step back in fright and shock.
But not enough shock, as the horror one could see in Syaoran's eyes. His face was red, and he took a glance at his hands, which were stinging with revulsion.
The revulsion of what he had just done.
Oh god.
What had he just done??!
His mind had frozen, and his stomach had suddenly turned over.
Reaching his hand to her, he felt it being slapped away.
"Bastard…" she whispered in her hoarsest voice, before she turned around, and opened the close door.
Before she could leave, his hands automatically grabbed her arms.
"Sakura!"
But she only punched his arm, by hers, and let him drop it.
"If you touch me, or even dare coming near me I swear I'm gonna kill you!" and before she could let him see the hurt tears streaming down, she slammed the door behind her. Right on his face.
Syaoran in the room only fell down on his knees. He just couldn't believe what he had done. He just couldn't.
No.
No.
No.
All the apprehension that hadn't gone through his veins, suddenly pushed in.
"No…I really…like you Sakura. I really do…and I'm sorry. But we really didn't do anything. I was just mad for you"
To be continued…# * # * # * # * #
There you go guys. Some drama. Ahhhhhhhhhh…I hate writing fights…but I better warn you all. There's gonna be some drama around for now. I mean I still have to make Sakura like him back don't I? So yeah.
Sorry if this chappy didn't satisfy ya'll. It was short, but I wanted to stop right there.
C ya peeps! Review like you always do!
Luv ya'll.
Peace.
