A/N: hate Sundays. Neways, just found out I got 1st place meh piano contest (which I humbly stated that I did badly) and got 4th place my science dissertation thingy... (I'm so ashamed of myself --)... oh well... thanks 4 all the GREAT reviews every1!!! Luv 'em and keep 'em comin'!
Chapter 11: Ball
"Syaoran..." Sakura whispered, "My feelings for you remain the same... they're unchanged."
"I know that." Syaoran mumbled. "We simply could not be."
Sakura nodded in agreement. Syaoran and her being a couple was simply bombastic. They were two sides of a coin. Besides trapped together on the same coin, they have absolute nothing in common.
Or... do they?
"Look, Sakura, you are leaving in four days, and well, the war is still continuing, it looks like," Syaoran sighed deeply. "Wish we could sign some peace treaty or something."
"Well, that would never happen, I guess." Sakura gazed at the piercing amber eyes and laid her hands on Syaoran hair, brushing it back.
"Yes, well, the war killed my father, worried your mother... It seems that both sides have suffered a great loss." Syaoran stated rather painfully, and stepped inside Sakura's room.
The letter stood on her desk peacefully with the red rose next to it. Sakura followed him, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Go, my Little Wolf, go to the ball now. You're already three minutes late." Sakura smiled gently. "Everyone, especially Violetta and her purple night-gown," Sakura paused to chuckle. "Will be wondering where you were."
Syaoran nodded, and looked at Sakura one more time. "So there is no chance that you will come?"
Sakura nodded her head lightly, and pushed him out to the door. "You know what I'd really like to see?" she asked softly.
"What?" Syaoran replied in interest.
Sakura smiled sheepishly, "I want to see Little Wolf again. That cheerful, happy kid always makes me laugh."
That...
Cheerful...
Happy...
Kid...
Always...
Makes...
Me...
Laugh...
--
Syaoran entered the grand ball with everything on his mind except this. As he zoomed in, Violetta and her cohorts took control of him totally while he managed to put a light smile on instead of hiccups of sarcastic laughs. He did not enjoy the ball well, as to thinking of what Sakura said earlier and the war.
Sakura did not, however, spend her evening good too. She read the letter to herself over and over again, each time picturing a little kid smiling at her, telling her not to cry.
"Are you just going to let yourself down and let other people take over you?" Little Wolf said in a tone of seriousness.
"I, I don't know!" Sakura cried, and buried herself in her laps.
"Well, you shouldn't, you big ol' crybaby!" Little Wolf shouted at her. Sakura turned around to gaze at those determined amber eyes, and yelled, at the top of her lungs—
"YOU STUPID LITTLE JERK! I AM NOT A CRYBABY!"
"That's more like it, Sakura! Now you just have to work on your attitude!" Little Wolf laughed in content.
"YOU DAMN STUPID LITTLE IDIOT JERK! YOU SEE THE CRAP THAT I'M NOT A CRYBABY LIKE YOU!"
Sakura had meant it to mock Little Wolf, but it sounded that she put a lot of effort to it.
"That's right, Kinomoto! Get 'em like you've never got 'em before!" Little Wolf shouted, and clapped his hands. "Now, you gotta promise me that you're never gonna cry again!"
Sakura looked down, then looked up. Something's different with her eyes this time though—they've become more determined, brave, and heroic—
"I will not cry anymore. I promise."
"Now that's a good girl!" Syaoran smiled.
Syaoran smiling.
Syaoran's always smiling.
Syaoran's always smirking.
Syaoran made me laugh.
Syaoran made me strong.
Syaoran smiling.
Smiling...
Smiling...
Little Wolf...
...
OH THAT IDIOT BOY OF A WOLF! Sakura cursed.
--
Syaoran didn't feel well. The party made him sick. He was tired of all those girls dressing in impressive colors just to flatter him—a bunch of "wannabe" queens hugging and kissing him over and over again—
Syaoran was sick of it. As he pushed the girls away with an impolite "Get away from me, you slut!" he made his way toward the grand staircase and stepped into the palace garden. The smell of roses and violets relaxed his a little—but he noticed something else... another smell. It was refreshing and beautiful, its scent swept through the space, falling onto his nose.
It smelled like Sakura.
"Cherry blossoms," Syaoran muttered silently.
"Yes, cherry blossoms. They are well in the season of spring," a sweet and quiet voice sounded from behind him.
Syaoran turned around cautiously to see who dared to enter the palace without permission, but instead he softened. The smile on Sakura's face was simply angelic, so beautiful that if she let him, he would ki—
"What are you doing out here?" Sakura laughed, and made her way towards him.
"I should ask you the same question." Syaoran said in a serious tone.
Sakura glared. "I simply took a walk. It's so boring to be alone inside a room with nothing to do."
"What are you talking about?" Syaoran teased, "There are so many things to do inside the Li palace!"
"Like what?" Sakura asked.
"Like, like—" Syaoran thought for a moment before he gave up. "Why didn't you come to the party?"
Sakura shook her head. "Syaoran, Wolf... I really miss you. We simply just could not be a couple. It's not possible. Read my lips—we. Are. Enemies."
"Then you rejected me just because that we're enemies?" Syaoran asked.
Sakura paused. For a moment she didn't know what to say. Memories flashed inside her brain, pieces scattered—beautiful memories.
"I need something from you." He said sternly.
Sakura looked unevenly surprised. "Shoot."
"I need you to tell me where you got this," Syaoran asked, taking out a black string with a white wolf's tooth on it. Inside, a symbol of a wolf appeared.
"That's none of your business." Sakura said stubbornly.
"Well, if you aren't going to tell me, you're coming with me." Syaoran smirked, but his eyes showed disappointment.
"I'm sorry," Sakura said apologetically, "but I promised him not to tell anyone."
"Him?" Syaoran asked amusedly.
Sakura reddened, and turned away. "Where's the other knight?"
"What other knight?" Syaoran asked.
"The one with the navy blue hair," Sakura informed. "Oh, that other knight!" Syaoran realized. A Knight, Eriol?! Ha! Syaoran thought and chuckled lightly. "He's gone back to the Li territory.
"Then why are you with me?" Sakura asked.
"You need someone to take care of you, right?" Syaoran smirked, and stood up. "What is your name?" Sakura asked suddenly. Syaoran froze, and turned to face her, "For now, just call me Little Wolf. And yours?" he asked gently.
"For now, just call me Cherry Blossom," Sakura smiled. "and get me the hell home!" she yelled.
"Not until you tell me where you got the necklace, Kinomoto slut."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sakura yelled as she fell from the bear's back and slipped onto the ground. The bear's eyes sewed into hers, and inched toward her.
"Spare me, um, bear! You know you want some honey instead of me!" Sakura chuckled nervously. The bear growled angrier, and Sakura screamed. She pushed down the bag next to her and the berries squeezed out of it. "Eww..."
The bear inched closer, its paws wide and open. It lowered its head, and opened its mouth—
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!!" a voice called. Syaoran was jumped in and stood in between Sakura and the bear, a sword in his hand. The bear roared with anger, and frustration stroke its paws. It lifted up its arm and swung it toward Syaoran.
"AHH! Syaoran!" Sakura gasped as four nail prints landed across Syaoran's shoulder. "Are you alright?" Sakura asked concernedly.
"Yah, yah, I'm just focusing on the bear." Syaoran chuckled lightly, and charged toward the bear. He jumped onto its back, hand grabbing on its furry neck, and tried to blind the bear. Instead, it shook as ferociously as ever and shook for several times. Syaoran looked sick, but he still grabbed hold of its neck.
"Get. Away. From. Her."
She breathed on it, and kissed it softly. "There," she said proudly. Syaoran smiled... for the first time in his life he felt truly thankful.
"Are you smiling??" Sakura asked amusedly.
Syaoran stopped smiling. "No. Shut up and treat my fever."
"Sorry, I'll have to wait for the temperature to drop. But your shoulder is bleeding all over your shirt, dying it red." Sakura said simply.
"Oh, I suppose you'll be disgusted by my blood." Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"No, I won't! I would never be disgusted by your blood." Sakura said gently. Syaoran turned away, his face red.
"Now, take off your shirt and I will wrap this cloth around your chest." Sakura said plainly.
Syaoran made no sign of movement. "TAKE OFF THAT STUPID SHIRT!!" Sakura yelled.
Silence.
"Alright. You've pushed me to the extreme." Sakura said angrily. She inched closer and closer to him, and placed her hand on his shirt's buttons. Slowly one by one, she began to unbutton it.
Syaoran flushed more as Sakura took it off slowly and gently.
"Wow, it's really bad... I've never noticed that!" Sakura observed the shoulder closely, then, her eyes distracted onto that muscular arm... slowly, her eyes inched toward that muscular body, and—
"Are you checking me out??" Syaoran laughed. Sakura snorted. "I know, isn't it muscular?? Everyone admires my body. Especially the girls." Syaoran said proudly.
Syaoran sighed. He looked up at Sakura's gentle emerald eyes, and found them, well, rather empty and alone. He turned away, and spoke softly. "Go then, no one's stopping you. Especially when I'm wounded and cannot fight with you."
Sakura looked at him concernedly, and his piercing amber eyes showed sadness. "Well, I hope there's something else I can do before I leave." She said truthfully.
"There is." Syaoran admitted.
Sakura raised her eyebrow in confusion.
Syaoran stood up from his straw bed, and inched toward Sakura. He lowered his gaze on her eyes, placed his hand on her cheeks and touched it gently. Then he leaned forward to taste her lips...
"Wolf, stop it." Sakura whispered as she pulled herself away from Syaoran. "Please don't leave me." He asked sadly.
"I-I'm sorry... I have to. I miss my family." Sakura said in pain as she gazed in those fierce amber eyes.
"Sakura, I-I love you!" Syaoran burst out. "That was the only reason I want to bring you with me. I loved you ever since I first saw you when we were six. I saw determined and dangerous eyes again, and yet I fell in love with them."
"No. No..." Sakura whispered, her eyes blank. "You don't love me! You DON'T! DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING YOU DON'T MEAN!"
Syaoran looked at her sadly. "I meant every word."
Syaoran... My Little Wolf...
"Don't cry, Sakura, don't cry..." a 6-year-old Little Wolf whispered.
Don't...
Cry...
Piercing amber eyes. Piercing, handsome, amber eyes. As Sakura gazed into Syaoran's eyes, his eyes of hate...
"I'm not so sure of my feelings anymore..." she whispered.
A/N: did this chap suck??! U gotta tell me! U dun really have ta read all those flashbacks, they're from old chaps just to make Sakura "fall in love" with Syaoran... so yeah... uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah... So, plz RR!!!
Chapter 11: Ball
"Syaoran..." Sakura whispered, "My feelings for you remain the same... they're unchanged."
"I know that." Syaoran mumbled. "We simply could not be."
Sakura nodded in agreement. Syaoran and her being a couple was simply bombastic. They were two sides of a coin. Besides trapped together on the same coin, they have absolute nothing in common.
Or... do they?
"Look, Sakura, you are leaving in four days, and well, the war is still continuing, it looks like," Syaoran sighed deeply. "Wish we could sign some peace treaty or something."
"Well, that would never happen, I guess." Sakura gazed at the piercing amber eyes and laid her hands on Syaoran hair, brushing it back.
"Yes, well, the war killed my father, worried your mother... It seems that both sides have suffered a great loss." Syaoran stated rather painfully, and stepped inside Sakura's room.
The letter stood on her desk peacefully with the red rose next to it. Sakura followed him, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Go, my Little Wolf, go to the ball now. You're already three minutes late." Sakura smiled gently. "Everyone, especially Violetta and her purple night-gown," Sakura paused to chuckle. "Will be wondering where you were."
Syaoran nodded, and looked at Sakura one more time. "So there is no chance that you will come?"
Sakura nodded her head lightly, and pushed him out to the door. "You know what I'd really like to see?" she asked softly.
"What?" Syaoran replied in interest.
Sakura smiled sheepishly, "I want to see Little Wolf again. That cheerful, happy kid always makes me laugh."
That...
Cheerful...
Happy...
Kid...
Always...
Makes...
Me...
Laugh...
--
Syaoran entered the grand ball with everything on his mind except this. As he zoomed in, Violetta and her cohorts took control of him totally while he managed to put a light smile on instead of hiccups of sarcastic laughs. He did not enjoy the ball well, as to thinking of what Sakura said earlier and the war.
Sakura did not, however, spend her evening good too. She read the letter to herself over and over again, each time picturing a little kid smiling at her, telling her not to cry.
"Are you just going to let yourself down and let other people take over you?" Little Wolf said in a tone of seriousness.
"I, I don't know!" Sakura cried, and buried herself in her laps.
"Well, you shouldn't, you big ol' crybaby!" Little Wolf shouted at her. Sakura turned around to gaze at those determined amber eyes, and yelled, at the top of her lungs—
"YOU STUPID LITTLE JERK! I AM NOT A CRYBABY!"
"That's more like it, Sakura! Now you just have to work on your attitude!" Little Wolf laughed in content.
"YOU DAMN STUPID LITTLE IDIOT JERK! YOU SEE THE CRAP THAT I'M NOT A CRYBABY LIKE YOU!"
Sakura had meant it to mock Little Wolf, but it sounded that she put a lot of effort to it.
"That's right, Kinomoto! Get 'em like you've never got 'em before!" Little Wolf shouted, and clapped his hands. "Now, you gotta promise me that you're never gonna cry again!"
Sakura looked down, then looked up. Something's different with her eyes this time though—they've become more determined, brave, and heroic—
"I will not cry anymore. I promise."
"Now that's a good girl!" Syaoran smiled.
Syaoran smiling.
Syaoran's always smiling.
Syaoran's always smirking.
Syaoran made me laugh.
Syaoran made me strong.
Syaoran smiling.
Smiling...
Smiling...
Little Wolf...
...
OH THAT IDIOT BOY OF A WOLF! Sakura cursed.
--
Syaoran didn't feel well. The party made him sick. He was tired of all those girls dressing in impressive colors just to flatter him—a bunch of "wannabe" queens hugging and kissing him over and over again—
Syaoran was sick of it. As he pushed the girls away with an impolite "Get away from me, you slut!" he made his way toward the grand staircase and stepped into the palace garden. The smell of roses and violets relaxed his a little—but he noticed something else... another smell. It was refreshing and beautiful, its scent swept through the space, falling onto his nose.
It smelled like Sakura.
"Cherry blossoms," Syaoran muttered silently.
"Yes, cherry blossoms. They are well in the season of spring," a sweet and quiet voice sounded from behind him.
Syaoran turned around cautiously to see who dared to enter the palace without permission, but instead he softened. The smile on Sakura's face was simply angelic, so beautiful that if she let him, he would ki—
"What are you doing out here?" Sakura laughed, and made her way towards him.
"I should ask you the same question." Syaoran said in a serious tone.
Sakura glared. "I simply took a walk. It's so boring to be alone inside a room with nothing to do."
"What are you talking about?" Syaoran teased, "There are so many things to do inside the Li palace!"
"Like what?" Sakura asked.
"Like, like—" Syaoran thought for a moment before he gave up. "Why didn't you come to the party?"
Sakura shook her head. "Syaoran, Wolf... I really miss you. We simply just could not be a couple. It's not possible. Read my lips—we. Are. Enemies."
"Then you rejected me just because that we're enemies?" Syaoran asked.
Sakura paused. For a moment she didn't know what to say. Memories flashed inside her brain, pieces scattered—beautiful memories.
"I need something from you." He said sternly.
Sakura looked unevenly surprised. "Shoot."
"I need you to tell me where you got this," Syaoran asked, taking out a black string with a white wolf's tooth on it. Inside, a symbol of a wolf appeared.
"That's none of your business." Sakura said stubbornly.
"Well, if you aren't going to tell me, you're coming with me." Syaoran smirked, but his eyes showed disappointment.
"I'm sorry," Sakura said apologetically, "but I promised him not to tell anyone."
"Him?" Syaoran asked amusedly.
Sakura reddened, and turned away. "Where's the other knight?"
"What other knight?" Syaoran asked.
"The one with the navy blue hair," Sakura informed. "Oh, that other knight!" Syaoran realized. A Knight, Eriol?! Ha! Syaoran thought and chuckled lightly. "He's gone back to the Li territory.
"Then why are you with me?" Sakura asked.
"You need someone to take care of you, right?" Syaoran smirked, and stood up. "What is your name?" Sakura asked suddenly. Syaoran froze, and turned to face her, "For now, just call me Little Wolf. And yours?" he asked gently.
"For now, just call me Cherry Blossom," Sakura smiled. "and get me the hell home!" she yelled.
"Not until you tell me where you got the necklace, Kinomoto slut."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sakura yelled as she fell from the bear's back and slipped onto the ground. The bear's eyes sewed into hers, and inched toward her.
"Spare me, um, bear! You know you want some honey instead of me!" Sakura chuckled nervously. The bear growled angrier, and Sakura screamed. She pushed down the bag next to her and the berries squeezed out of it. "Eww..."
The bear inched closer, its paws wide and open. It lowered its head, and opened its mouth—
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!!" a voice called. Syaoran was jumped in and stood in between Sakura and the bear, a sword in his hand. The bear roared with anger, and frustration stroke its paws. It lifted up its arm and swung it toward Syaoran.
"AHH! Syaoran!" Sakura gasped as four nail prints landed across Syaoran's shoulder. "Are you alright?" Sakura asked concernedly.
"Yah, yah, I'm just focusing on the bear." Syaoran chuckled lightly, and charged toward the bear. He jumped onto its back, hand grabbing on its furry neck, and tried to blind the bear. Instead, it shook as ferociously as ever and shook for several times. Syaoran looked sick, but he still grabbed hold of its neck.
"Get. Away. From. Her."
She breathed on it, and kissed it softly. "There," she said proudly. Syaoran smiled... for the first time in his life he felt truly thankful.
"Are you smiling??" Sakura asked amusedly.
Syaoran stopped smiling. "No. Shut up and treat my fever."
"Sorry, I'll have to wait for the temperature to drop. But your shoulder is bleeding all over your shirt, dying it red." Sakura said simply.
"Oh, I suppose you'll be disgusted by my blood." Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"No, I won't! I would never be disgusted by your blood." Sakura said gently. Syaoran turned away, his face red.
"Now, take off your shirt and I will wrap this cloth around your chest." Sakura said plainly.
Syaoran made no sign of movement. "TAKE OFF THAT STUPID SHIRT!!" Sakura yelled.
Silence.
"Alright. You've pushed me to the extreme." Sakura said angrily. She inched closer and closer to him, and placed her hand on his shirt's buttons. Slowly one by one, she began to unbutton it.
Syaoran flushed more as Sakura took it off slowly and gently.
"Wow, it's really bad... I've never noticed that!" Sakura observed the shoulder closely, then, her eyes distracted onto that muscular arm... slowly, her eyes inched toward that muscular body, and—
"Are you checking me out??" Syaoran laughed. Sakura snorted. "I know, isn't it muscular?? Everyone admires my body. Especially the girls." Syaoran said proudly.
Syaoran sighed. He looked up at Sakura's gentle emerald eyes, and found them, well, rather empty and alone. He turned away, and spoke softly. "Go then, no one's stopping you. Especially when I'm wounded and cannot fight with you."
Sakura looked at him concernedly, and his piercing amber eyes showed sadness. "Well, I hope there's something else I can do before I leave." She said truthfully.
"There is." Syaoran admitted.
Sakura raised her eyebrow in confusion.
Syaoran stood up from his straw bed, and inched toward Sakura. He lowered his gaze on her eyes, placed his hand on her cheeks and touched it gently. Then he leaned forward to taste her lips...
"Wolf, stop it." Sakura whispered as she pulled herself away from Syaoran. "Please don't leave me." He asked sadly.
"I-I'm sorry... I have to. I miss my family." Sakura said in pain as she gazed in those fierce amber eyes.
"Sakura, I-I love you!" Syaoran burst out. "That was the only reason I want to bring you with me. I loved you ever since I first saw you when we were six. I saw determined and dangerous eyes again, and yet I fell in love with them."
"No. No..." Sakura whispered, her eyes blank. "You don't love me! You DON'T! DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING YOU DON'T MEAN!"
Syaoran looked at her sadly. "I meant every word."
Syaoran... My Little Wolf...
"Don't cry, Sakura, don't cry..." a 6-year-old Little Wolf whispered.
Don't...
Cry...
Piercing amber eyes. Piercing, handsome, amber eyes. As Sakura gazed into Syaoran's eyes, his eyes of hate...
"I'm not so sure of my feelings anymore..." she whispered.
A/N: did this chap suck??! U gotta tell me! U dun really have ta read all those flashbacks, they're from old chaps just to make Sakura "fall in love" with Syaoran... so yeah... uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah... So, plz RR!!!