Chapter 13: Shake up, Shake down
A/N: Gasp... A change of name.... a new story... and AN UPDATE?!?!
Reviewers: Wow, Miss Skyfallen... we thought you had died!
Skyfallen: No it's me, in the flesh. I am updating my story, believe it or not.
Here we go!
Start POV Sequence
Sakura: 2 weeks. At least, I think it's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks since... well everything
happened. 2 weeks since Jusenori and Kawaii still roamed these halls like everyone else does. It's kinda strange to be living in her dormroom without her. Even stranger for Tomoyo to move in and sleep in her room... in her bed... But the strangest thing of all is that no one remembers them. I know that the only thing keeping me awake at night is what Jusenori whispered in my ear.
Syaoran: To the person who said: "Life is but a passing dream," I think I finally understand what you mean. Poor Sakura. Not a smile on her face for half a month. I'm not even sure if she wore any colors. It's so sad. What makes it worse is that I think she's avoiding me. I mean, I try and save her life and she seems angry or embarrassed. Maybe it's about her mother again... ah, so confused. All in all, it's obvious she doesn't like me, so I'll let up...
I think I've tried this before.
Tomoyo: Me and Eriol aren't too sure what's going on between Sakura and Syaoran, but we do know that we have been... planning. I just hope it works.
End POV Sequence
Begin Story Mode
Sakura walked into her dorm after spending Friday afternoon in the library. The whole apartment was dark, save the television which was playing an old Japanese romance. A body moved on the sofa, perhaps Tomoyo's sleeping form. Sakura smiled and dropped her backpack at the door.
A moan escaped Tomoyo's lips... only it sounded a lot manlier that usual. Sakura quickly inhaled. 'Burglar!'
She shut the door silently and grabbed an umbrella at the side wall. Maybe if Sakura had thought this through, she would realized that any robber with common sense would not be on the couch with the television on. She would have also realized that there were two people on the sofa, not one.
Sakura raised the umbrella over her head and closed her eyes.
"SAKURA!"
She opened them to the sound of Tomoyo's rather loud screech. She dropped the umbrella and ran to the light switch by the door and sighed.
An embarrassed couple sat up on the sofa to a a humoured Sakura.
"I'm sorry, guys," she said, "I didn't know that you were...." she put on finger quotes, "'Making out'"
"Well, we were!" Tomoyo yelled, "Nothing more."
Eriol wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, "Sure? You seemed pretty eager."
She took a pillow and hit him. "Shut up,"
Sakura gently smiled, just a little tug on her lips. Not like Sakura usually was.
"Hey Sakura-chan," Tomoyo smiled, "You wanna go out to dinner with me and Eriol? We got reservations at Chez Nuage de Neuf, (It's French. It says: House of Cloud Nine. It's a play on the name Skyfallen) the new restaurant in town and..." she looked to Eriol, who nodded, "We want you to come."
She shook her head, "No, it's okay. Go on and have fun."
They exchanged glances, "Are you sure?" They said in unison.
She frowned. Both Tomoyo and Eriol were masterminds at scheming and planning, weaving webs of cleverness. If they were collaborating and conspiring against her, Sakura was in deep... Deep... DEEP trouble. "Why, what are you two doing?"
They looked at each other again, "Nothing," Tomoyo turned to her tomodachi, "We're just worried about you. You've changed in the past couple of weeks." she pointed to her clothes, "I mean, look at your outfit." It consisted of a black tight tee and gray sweatpants. "You've changed Sakura-chan,"
"Y-yeah," Eriol took a quick glance at Tomoyo before continuing on, "I mean, we were going to ask you and were waiting for you to get home."
She raised an eyebrow. "By making out?" He shrugged, "We were bored." he pulled Tomoyo close.
Sakura looked at the couple longingly. If she was not plagued by this stupid curse..
"So, will you come... please?"
She threw her hands up into the air. "Sure, but I have nothing to wear."
"Nothing fancy, but casual-clean." she looked dismissivley at Sakura's outfit. "But not that casual." she tentatively touched her shoulder as if she was thoroughly disgusted by her outfit. "Come, we will search for... clothes."
*~(*~*~*)~*= my symbol
The trio waited to be seated in the restaurant. Sakura shifted in her short, hot pink halter-dress (I like halter tops... so sue me) and Tomoyo's black strappy open-toed stilettos. It was amazing how she was able to walk in them, though she was half tripping. They were seriously some trippy shoes, especially for a kid that rollerblades and preferred sneakers.
She looked at Tomoyo in her dark purple strapless dress that landed at the midthigh with her black ankle boots and black duster. She practically glowed next to Eriol, who wore his khakis and a dark blue button-up shirt. Once again, she marveled at how they managed to be such a cute couple.
They walked over to their seats, chatting and giggling.
"So then, Yukito took my hand and danced with me. That was my best 10-year-old memory with him."
"But you must have had better memories," Eriol grinned.
Sakura frowned, "What do you mean?" she took a sip of the white wine that was just brought over to the table.
"I think you may have had better times with other people."
Tomoyo pipped up, "I agree."
She gave them a squall, "What are you implying?"
"Nothing," they said, simultaneously.
Sakura shook her head, trying to make herself think that the talking together thing was just because they had been spending so much time together. All in all, it was freaky. "I thought that you two were cooking up a plan or something."
They exchanged glances.
"But, I must have been wrong.," she said.
They swallowed in unison.
Sakura looked at them nervously. "Right?"
"Er... hello," Syaoran's voice practically boomed and echoed in her heart. She straightened up to the sound of his voice, her hand accidentally banging the table. Embarrassed by her actions, she lowered her head and extended her hand to grab her drink and took a couple of sips.
"Hello Syaoran, glad you could make it," Tomoyo smiled as Syaoran slid into a seat next to Sakura. "Careful Sakura, that's alcohol, remember?"
"Oh... right." she put down her glass and looked towards Syaoran, falling into his brown eyes all over again. "Hello, Syaoran."
He tenderly smiled, an innocence lost in previous chapters, "Hello, Sakura," he whispered, sending chills into Sakura's body. He bent over to her ear, "I hope you don't mind my presence. I... just had to see you again."
Her heart began pounding. "I don't mind."
"Hey you two!" Tomoyo sneered, "No secrets!"
But they never lost contact until a young waitress came over and smiled, "May I take your orders?" she bent over a little too much. Eriol chucked at the red hue over Syaoran's nose.
"Sir?" she asked, "Are you okay?"
Syaoran gave a nervous laugh, "I'm fine."
Sakura became quiet and detached, only answering to order. She swallowed as she felt all eyes on her. She folded her arms.
"Sakura-chan, are you alright?" Tomoyo asked.
Eriol grinned, "She looks jealous or something."
Sakura growled, "Of what?"
Syaoran couldn't help but smirk.
Eriol's smile widened. "Does it really need to be said,"
"Aw, isn't that cute?!?" Tomoyo teased.
"You guys, I'm not jealous of whatever you may think that I'm jealous of." she watched as the bread and rolls came to their table. She reached for one and a second later, Syaoran's reached for the same one. His hand was safely clasped over hers.
They exchanged glances, and Sakura dropped the roll. But Syaoran's hand stayed holding her own. The blood rushed to her face
"I knew it," Eriol whispered into Tomoyo's ear. "Look at her blush."
"Eriol," Sakura whispered, her clasped hand still in between herself and Syaoran.
"Yes,"
"Shut up."
She sharply inhaled as he began to lace his fingers into hers. "I'm sorry, but can you excuse me?" she slipped her hand out of Syaoran's. "I need some fresh air."
"There's a balcony at the back.," Tomoyo suggested. 'What a romantic place. Perfect.' she thought, congratulating herself at her quick thinking.
Sakura stood up quickly, "Thank you," she walked as diligently as possible to the balcony.
"Don't worry, Syaoran." Eriol said, sarcastically, "I don't think it was you."
*~(*~*~*)~*
"Shake up, shake down, rock around the town," she mumbled. The tune was embedded in her head by her mother, the same person who bestowed such a lovely curse. "Shake up, shake down," she whispered, "Brighton every frown."
"Cute song,"
Syaoran crept up and stood next to her, watching the city below them. She watched his hair take wing and fly out around his face from the corner of her eye. His eyes glittered like the stars in the sky above them.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye as well, completely aware of her effort of being secretive of her glances. It was cute.
Neither of them talked for a couple of minutes, but Syaoran broke the silence. "Is it really worth it... all of this pain?"
Sakura looked down at the city, too ashamed to face him. "I think it is... I think it's for the best."
He nodded and smiled ruefully. "Do you still want you gift back?"
"My..." she thought for a moment. "You mean the ring and the key?"
He nodded again.
She hesitated. "...y-yes. If I can."
He looked at her without turning is head from the skyline and smiled. "You still don't know what it's for."
"You mean, the key?"
"Yeah." he smiled and turned his head to face her, "But that's okay. I'm still not ready to tell you."
She grinned, "You say that I keep secrets. It's your turn."
He stood up and moved closer to her. He leaned in toward her ear. "Yes, but I have secrets that I can't share. At least, not now." he whispered.
She shivered at the bass of his voice tickling her ear. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the jewelry. He gave her the ring and watched her slip it on to her ring finger without much thought, though she did have a blushing face. Sneaking behind her, he hooked the chain around her neck, feeling the tenderness of her skin. She couldn't help but smile as he stroked her soft neck. His hands slipped down her bear arms.
'Calloused.' she shivered. 'His hands are calloused from fencing.' she began to inhale deeply, trying to get a focus on what was going on.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, enveloping her and leaving her completely speechless and stunned. He smelled her fruit shampoo and white musk/vanilla extract blend perfume. He held her tighter, then let go of her. "This is the only way I can hold you, since you keep avoiding me."
She turned to him and lowered her eyes. "I hadn't meant to avoid you. It just... happened. My body just began to control my mind.
He sneered, "Well, I hadn't meant to fall in love with you. It just happened... my heart just began to control my body."
Normally, Sakura would have been appalled. She may have started to cry or something. But the wine seemed to have taken away some of her inhibitions.
Sakura raised a hand to Syaoran's cheek. She felt the heat rise to her palm.
"Sakura, stop," he whispered, "It hurts.:
A part of her good sense seemed to be trying to tell her something. About how she would regret anything she may be thinking about doing with Syaoran later. But the alcohol was poisoning her mind and made her think otherwise.
*~(*~*~*)~*
Back on the ranch (meanwhile)
"So, did you get all that?" Keros emerged from Tomoyo's purse.
"Yeah, but be quiet. You will be able to hear everything we say in the background of the tape." the trio (Tomoyo, Keros and Eriol) were standing by the door where standing by the door taping Sakura and Syaoran's personal time.
"Do you think they'll mind?" Eriol asked, not really caring.
"...does it matter?" Tomoyo answered, camera flap still recording. (They watched on the little screen)
Eriol shrugged. "Guess not."
*~(*~*~*)~*
Syaoran lightly kissed her palm, tickling her hand with his lips. He smiled at the small moan that came from Sakura's parted lips. Sakura leaned into him, starting from arms length, arm still at his cheek. But the stupid trippy shoes caused her to fall into his arms less than gracefully, her arms wrapped around his neck.
He looked down at his love, who was too astonished to move. 'No matter,' he thought. 'As long as she was in his arms, she couldn't move anyway.
He leaned towards her ear, "Promise that you won't leave?"
"Only if you tell me what the key is for."
He smiled wanly. "The Promise key is not ready to give secrets." he kissed the back of her neck and throat, working his way up to her lips. His hands massaged the bare flesh of her back tenderly and carefully as though he was afraid to break her.(wow, who ever though I could make a fluff shojo manga graphic?)
He stopped for a minute before reaching her lips as though he needed to savour the moment. He took note on her body, the innocence of her eyes that stared dreamily into his own and the delicate face and neck that he had kissed. Even the strawberry lipglossed mouth that he had longed for two months. Now on this November evening, he would finally get his wish.
He leaned into her lips and paused, "I love you,"
She hesitated and sswallowed. "I love you, too."
"Do you promise?"
She parted her lips, the scent of strawberry filling their noses. "I do."
He smiled and leaned in, their mouthes lightly touching each other. Euphoria spread through their bodies. A tender butterfly kiss, so soft, it was possible that they weren't touching.
"AH!"
SMASH!
"CRAP!"
The two broke apart, practically jumping away from each other and looked toward the door where Tomoyo was fuming, Kero was screeching and Eriol was dying of laughter. The camera was broken, Tomoyo obviously dropped it, but the tape was still safe.
Syaoran turned to Sakura, hoping to salvage something from the kiss, but she stood with her head down, face flushed and shaken up from the romantic interlude. She glanced at Syaoran at the corner of her eye before turning toward the door.
Syaoran grabbed her left hand, but she slipped her hand out of his. The ring fell into his hand as she walked as best as possible to the tables. Her knees felt weak and her head was swiming.
He waited until everyone went inside before pondering if she had really kissed him. He licked his lips and smiled.
Their was a faint taste of strawberry.
End Story Mode
Start POV Sequence
Sakura: My heart... can't breath... blushing... desert dawn... midnight... my heart beats for him... must be careful.
Syaoran: Strawberry is officially my new favorite fruit. But what does this mean for us?
Kero: Oh my, this is definately a twist for the cooler....
End POV Sequence
A/N: I think my writing's getting better. I really liked that chapter. I hope you did too.
R&R: It doesn't mean Rockett and Rubin (I use to be a purple moon fan)
A/N: Gasp... A change of name.... a new story... and AN UPDATE?!?!
Reviewers: Wow, Miss Skyfallen... we thought you had died!
Skyfallen: No it's me, in the flesh. I am updating my story, believe it or not.
Here we go!
Start POV Sequence
Sakura: 2 weeks. At least, I think it's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks since... well everything
happened. 2 weeks since Jusenori and Kawaii still roamed these halls like everyone else does. It's kinda strange to be living in her dormroom without her. Even stranger for Tomoyo to move in and sleep in her room... in her bed... But the strangest thing of all is that no one remembers them. I know that the only thing keeping me awake at night is what Jusenori whispered in my ear.
Syaoran: To the person who said: "Life is but a passing dream," I think I finally understand what you mean. Poor Sakura. Not a smile on her face for half a month. I'm not even sure if she wore any colors. It's so sad. What makes it worse is that I think she's avoiding me. I mean, I try and save her life and she seems angry or embarrassed. Maybe it's about her mother again... ah, so confused. All in all, it's obvious she doesn't like me, so I'll let up...
I think I've tried this before.
Tomoyo: Me and Eriol aren't too sure what's going on between Sakura and Syaoran, but we do know that we have been... planning. I just hope it works.
End POV Sequence
Begin Story Mode
Sakura walked into her dorm after spending Friday afternoon in the library. The whole apartment was dark, save the television which was playing an old Japanese romance. A body moved on the sofa, perhaps Tomoyo's sleeping form. Sakura smiled and dropped her backpack at the door.
A moan escaped Tomoyo's lips... only it sounded a lot manlier that usual. Sakura quickly inhaled. 'Burglar!'
She shut the door silently and grabbed an umbrella at the side wall. Maybe if Sakura had thought this through, she would realized that any robber with common sense would not be on the couch with the television on. She would have also realized that there were two people on the sofa, not one.
Sakura raised the umbrella over her head and closed her eyes.
"SAKURA!"
She opened them to the sound of Tomoyo's rather loud screech. She dropped the umbrella and ran to the light switch by the door and sighed.
An embarrassed couple sat up on the sofa to a a humoured Sakura.
"I'm sorry, guys," she said, "I didn't know that you were...." she put on finger quotes, "'Making out'"
"Well, we were!" Tomoyo yelled, "Nothing more."
Eriol wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, "Sure? You seemed pretty eager."
She took a pillow and hit him. "Shut up,"
Sakura gently smiled, just a little tug on her lips. Not like Sakura usually was.
"Hey Sakura-chan," Tomoyo smiled, "You wanna go out to dinner with me and Eriol? We got reservations at Chez Nuage de Neuf, (It's French. It says: House of Cloud Nine. It's a play on the name Skyfallen) the new restaurant in town and..." she looked to Eriol, who nodded, "We want you to come."
She shook her head, "No, it's okay. Go on and have fun."
They exchanged glances, "Are you sure?" They said in unison.
She frowned. Both Tomoyo and Eriol were masterminds at scheming and planning, weaving webs of cleverness. If they were collaborating and conspiring against her, Sakura was in deep... Deep... DEEP trouble. "Why, what are you two doing?"
They looked at each other again, "Nothing," Tomoyo turned to her tomodachi, "We're just worried about you. You've changed in the past couple of weeks." she pointed to her clothes, "I mean, look at your outfit." It consisted of a black tight tee and gray sweatpants. "You've changed Sakura-chan,"
"Y-yeah," Eriol took a quick glance at Tomoyo before continuing on, "I mean, we were going to ask you and were waiting for you to get home."
She raised an eyebrow. "By making out?" He shrugged, "We were bored." he pulled Tomoyo close.
Sakura looked at the couple longingly. If she was not plagued by this stupid curse..
"So, will you come... please?"
She threw her hands up into the air. "Sure, but I have nothing to wear."
"Nothing fancy, but casual-clean." she looked dismissivley at Sakura's outfit. "But not that casual." she tentatively touched her shoulder as if she was thoroughly disgusted by her outfit. "Come, we will search for... clothes."
*~(*~*~*)~*= my symbol
The trio waited to be seated in the restaurant. Sakura shifted in her short, hot pink halter-dress (I like halter tops... so sue me) and Tomoyo's black strappy open-toed stilettos. It was amazing how she was able to walk in them, though she was half tripping. They were seriously some trippy shoes, especially for a kid that rollerblades and preferred sneakers.
She looked at Tomoyo in her dark purple strapless dress that landed at the midthigh with her black ankle boots and black duster. She practically glowed next to Eriol, who wore his khakis and a dark blue button-up shirt. Once again, she marveled at how they managed to be such a cute couple.
They walked over to their seats, chatting and giggling.
"So then, Yukito took my hand and danced with me. That was my best 10-year-old memory with him."
"But you must have had better memories," Eriol grinned.
Sakura frowned, "What do you mean?" she took a sip of the white wine that was just brought over to the table.
"I think you may have had better times with other people."
Tomoyo pipped up, "I agree."
She gave them a squall, "What are you implying?"
"Nothing," they said, simultaneously.
Sakura shook her head, trying to make herself think that the talking together thing was just because they had been spending so much time together. All in all, it was freaky. "I thought that you two were cooking up a plan or something."
They exchanged glances.
"But, I must have been wrong.," she said.
They swallowed in unison.
Sakura looked at them nervously. "Right?"
"Er... hello," Syaoran's voice practically boomed and echoed in her heart. She straightened up to the sound of his voice, her hand accidentally banging the table. Embarrassed by her actions, she lowered her head and extended her hand to grab her drink and took a couple of sips.
"Hello Syaoran, glad you could make it," Tomoyo smiled as Syaoran slid into a seat next to Sakura. "Careful Sakura, that's alcohol, remember?"
"Oh... right." she put down her glass and looked towards Syaoran, falling into his brown eyes all over again. "Hello, Syaoran."
He tenderly smiled, an innocence lost in previous chapters, "Hello, Sakura," he whispered, sending chills into Sakura's body. He bent over to her ear, "I hope you don't mind my presence. I... just had to see you again."
Her heart began pounding. "I don't mind."
"Hey you two!" Tomoyo sneered, "No secrets!"
But they never lost contact until a young waitress came over and smiled, "May I take your orders?" she bent over a little too much. Eriol chucked at the red hue over Syaoran's nose.
"Sir?" she asked, "Are you okay?"
Syaoran gave a nervous laugh, "I'm fine."
Sakura became quiet and detached, only answering to order. She swallowed as she felt all eyes on her. She folded her arms.
"Sakura-chan, are you alright?" Tomoyo asked.
Eriol grinned, "She looks jealous or something."
Sakura growled, "Of what?"
Syaoran couldn't help but smirk.
Eriol's smile widened. "Does it really need to be said,"
"Aw, isn't that cute?!?" Tomoyo teased.
"You guys, I'm not jealous of whatever you may think that I'm jealous of." she watched as the bread and rolls came to their table. She reached for one and a second later, Syaoran's reached for the same one. His hand was safely clasped over hers.
They exchanged glances, and Sakura dropped the roll. But Syaoran's hand stayed holding her own. The blood rushed to her face
"I knew it," Eriol whispered into Tomoyo's ear. "Look at her blush."
"Eriol," Sakura whispered, her clasped hand still in between herself and Syaoran.
"Yes,"
"Shut up."
She sharply inhaled as he began to lace his fingers into hers. "I'm sorry, but can you excuse me?" she slipped her hand out of Syaoran's. "I need some fresh air."
"There's a balcony at the back.," Tomoyo suggested. 'What a romantic place. Perfect.' she thought, congratulating herself at her quick thinking.
Sakura stood up quickly, "Thank you," she walked as diligently as possible to the balcony.
"Don't worry, Syaoran." Eriol said, sarcastically, "I don't think it was you."
*~(*~*~*)~*
"Shake up, shake down, rock around the town," she mumbled. The tune was embedded in her head by her mother, the same person who bestowed such a lovely curse. "Shake up, shake down," she whispered, "Brighton every frown."
"Cute song,"
Syaoran crept up and stood next to her, watching the city below them. She watched his hair take wing and fly out around his face from the corner of her eye. His eyes glittered like the stars in the sky above them.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye as well, completely aware of her effort of being secretive of her glances. It was cute.
Neither of them talked for a couple of minutes, but Syaoran broke the silence. "Is it really worth it... all of this pain?"
Sakura looked down at the city, too ashamed to face him. "I think it is... I think it's for the best."
He nodded and smiled ruefully. "Do you still want you gift back?"
"My..." she thought for a moment. "You mean the ring and the key?"
He nodded again.
She hesitated. "...y-yes. If I can."
He looked at her without turning is head from the skyline and smiled. "You still don't know what it's for."
"You mean, the key?"
"Yeah." he smiled and turned his head to face her, "But that's okay. I'm still not ready to tell you."
She grinned, "You say that I keep secrets. It's your turn."
He stood up and moved closer to her. He leaned in toward her ear. "Yes, but I have secrets that I can't share. At least, not now." he whispered.
She shivered at the bass of his voice tickling her ear. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the jewelry. He gave her the ring and watched her slip it on to her ring finger without much thought, though she did have a blushing face. Sneaking behind her, he hooked the chain around her neck, feeling the tenderness of her skin. She couldn't help but smile as he stroked her soft neck. His hands slipped down her bear arms.
'Calloused.' she shivered. 'His hands are calloused from fencing.' she began to inhale deeply, trying to get a focus on what was going on.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, enveloping her and leaving her completely speechless and stunned. He smelled her fruit shampoo and white musk/vanilla extract blend perfume. He held her tighter, then let go of her. "This is the only way I can hold you, since you keep avoiding me."
She turned to him and lowered her eyes. "I hadn't meant to avoid you. It just... happened. My body just began to control my mind.
He sneered, "Well, I hadn't meant to fall in love with you. It just happened... my heart just began to control my body."
Normally, Sakura would have been appalled. She may have started to cry or something. But the wine seemed to have taken away some of her inhibitions.
Sakura raised a hand to Syaoran's cheek. She felt the heat rise to her palm.
"Sakura, stop," he whispered, "It hurts.:
A part of her good sense seemed to be trying to tell her something. About how she would regret anything she may be thinking about doing with Syaoran later. But the alcohol was poisoning her mind and made her think otherwise.
*~(*~*~*)~*
Back on the ranch (meanwhile)
"So, did you get all that?" Keros emerged from Tomoyo's purse.
"Yeah, but be quiet. You will be able to hear everything we say in the background of the tape." the trio (Tomoyo, Keros and Eriol) were standing by the door where standing by the door taping Sakura and Syaoran's personal time.
"Do you think they'll mind?" Eriol asked, not really caring.
"...does it matter?" Tomoyo answered, camera flap still recording. (They watched on the little screen)
Eriol shrugged. "Guess not."
*~(*~*~*)~*
Syaoran lightly kissed her palm, tickling her hand with his lips. He smiled at the small moan that came from Sakura's parted lips. Sakura leaned into him, starting from arms length, arm still at his cheek. But the stupid trippy shoes caused her to fall into his arms less than gracefully, her arms wrapped around his neck.
He looked down at his love, who was too astonished to move. 'No matter,' he thought. 'As long as she was in his arms, she couldn't move anyway.
He leaned towards her ear, "Promise that you won't leave?"
"Only if you tell me what the key is for."
He smiled wanly. "The Promise key is not ready to give secrets." he kissed the back of her neck and throat, working his way up to her lips. His hands massaged the bare flesh of her back tenderly and carefully as though he was afraid to break her.(wow, who ever though I could make a fluff shojo manga graphic?)
He stopped for a minute before reaching her lips as though he needed to savour the moment. He took note on her body, the innocence of her eyes that stared dreamily into his own and the delicate face and neck that he had kissed. Even the strawberry lipglossed mouth that he had longed for two months. Now on this November evening, he would finally get his wish.
He leaned into her lips and paused, "I love you,"
She hesitated and sswallowed. "I love you, too."
"Do you promise?"
She parted her lips, the scent of strawberry filling their noses. "I do."
He smiled and leaned in, their mouthes lightly touching each other. Euphoria spread through their bodies. A tender butterfly kiss, so soft, it was possible that they weren't touching.
"AH!"
SMASH!
"CRAP!"
The two broke apart, practically jumping away from each other and looked toward the door where Tomoyo was fuming, Kero was screeching and Eriol was dying of laughter. The camera was broken, Tomoyo obviously dropped it, but the tape was still safe.
Syaoran turned to Sakura, hoping to salvage something from the kiss, but she stood with her head down, face flushed and shaken up from the romantic interlude. She glanced at Syaoran at the corner of her eye before turning toward the door.
Syaoran grabbed her left hand, but she slipped her hand out of his. The ring fell into his hand as she walked as best as possible to the tables. Her knees felt weak and her head was swiming.
He waited until everyone went inside before pondering if she had really kissed him. He licked his lips and smiled.
Their was a faint taste of strawberry.
End Story Mode
Start POV Sequence
Sakura: My heart... can't breath... blushing... desert dawn... midnight... my heart beats for him... must be careful.
Syaoran: Strawberry is officially my new favorite fruit. But what does this mean for us?
Kero: Oh my, this is definately a twist for the cooler....
End POV Sequence
A/N: I think my writing's getting better. I really liked that chapter. I hope you did too.
R&R: It doesn't mean Rockett and Rubin (I use to be a purple moon fan)