Chapter 4: Lady Madonna
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Sakura and Syaoran were now, officially, a couple.
Though she would never admit, Sakura was enjoying all the attention she was getting from everyone, and tried her hardest to stop a goofy grin forming on her face every time someone told her how lucky she was.
Syaoran had suggested, a few days after their first date that Sakura should go round his apartment and listen to some music he had. Of course, in Syaoran talk, this meant that he would make out with her WHILE listening to music. It wasn't really a lie, just an 'altered truth'.
And so, on Friday, abandoning her studies, Sakura made her way to Syaoran's house. She was wearing a normal, white t-shirt and a light pink gypsy skirt. She had insisted that she walked to Syaoran's house as, even though she liked his car and she enjoyed the envious looks, Sakura had been raised to be polite, and would always think of what would be the easiest way to do something and whether it would trouble anyone else. So, after a five minute heated talk with Syaoran, she finally convinced him that it would do her good to walk instead of him constantly picking her up. He did, though, insist on giving her directions.
It was around seven and the sun was just beginning to set. Sakura loved this time of day, when the sky turns orange and the birds fly in a gigantic flock, going around in circles until they find a tree to suit them for the night. She also loved the coolness of the evening, especially after the day was hot, walking with a smile on her face and a small spring in her step, Sakura felt most alive.
Syaoran, preferred it when the day had turned completely into night. He liked it when, in the winter, the whole city looked as if it had turned into silver. He loved the cold breeze of the wind when he put his head out of the window, with his eyes closed and the breeze on his face, Syaoran felt most alive.
For the first part of the evening, they did indeed make out. It had started when Syaoran gave Sakura a drink and Sakura, who was a bit oblivious in situations such as these, began to wipe away the excess liquid on her lips, which attracted all of Syaoran's attention. He was just a boy, and it's a well known fact that boys have harder times controlling themselves than girls do, so, before Sakura could finish her drink, Syaoran's lips were pressed down firmly on hers. She didn't resist though, after all, there were no strings attached. Also, Sakura had nearly melted the first time he kissed her. Though he would look as though he didn't care about anything she said, he certainly put all his attention into kissing her that first time, and with Syaoran, every time was the first time.
They carried this on for the good part of an hour until Sakura broke away, gasping for breath. She looked into Syaoran's deep brown eyes and slowly pushed him off. His feet slid elegantly onto the floor. A few minutes of silence went by until Sakura's tummy gave an embarrassingly loud rumble. She laughed nervously and sat up straight.
"I'm guessing you're hungry." Syaoran said sarcastically, though in a good way. Sakura nodded lightly.
Shaking his head, Syaoran walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, where he was shocked to find that there was nothing there. Eventually, after looking up and down, he closed the fridge and looked in the cupboards, where there was equally enough nothingness as there was in the fridge.
Sakura popped up behind him and looked in the cupboards also. She contemplated for a while before clapping her hands together and reaching into the cupboard. Syaoran looked on, a bit confused.
"Sit down." She ordered, setting up some pans. "You OBVIOUSLY don't know how to make a meal out of nothing."
Syaoran didn't know whether to take this as a compliment or an insult, so he obediently sat down on the sofa. The sound of sizzling and the aroma of yakitori soon came wafting up to his nostrils making his stomach growl as loudly as Sakura's.
"So what do you wanna do?" Sakura asked suddenly, as if talking to herself. Turning around and putting his arm on the top of the sofa, Syaoran looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Sakura began, getting out some plates. "You said that modelling wasn't your passion, so what is?"
Syaoran thought about this for a moment, his finger on his chin. Should he really trust this girl? Flicking his hair, he averted his eyes down.
"A martial arts teacher." He said after some time.
"Really?" Came Sakura's surprised response. She motioned for him to sit at the table.
"My grandfather taught me martial arts when I was very young. It's about the only thing I AM passionate about."
Sakura rested her chin in her hands and stared at Syaoran, as if looking for the thing that said 'MARTIAL ARTIST'.
"You don't seem the type who likes to do physical exercise." Sakura laughed, after some time.
Syaoran looked up from his yakitori. "And YOU don't look like the type who knows how to cook, but here we are."
Sakura chose to take the remark as a compliment and tilted her head. "You like it then?"
Nodding, Syaoran stuffed some more into his mouth. Sakura blushed and started to eat at her yakitori.
"What about you?"
"Hmm?" Sakura looked at Syaoran.
"What do you wanna do?"
Sakura munched and looked at the ceiling, thinking. "I have no idea."
Syaoran raised his eyebrow.
"I mean, I just live through each day. You have a plan, you're lucky, but I just go about everyday like the one before it." She searched Syaoran's face for some kind of reaction, but found none. He just sat there, his eyes looking almost vague.
The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. It was followed by another make out session. Which was stopped short when Syaoran attempted to put his hands where they didn't belong.
"Don't." Sakura gasped, taking his hand away from her thigh. "I'll go out with you, and I'll kiss you and everything, but I won't have sex with you. Find another girl to do that with."
Syaoran's eyes softened slightly and he nodded, before leaning back into Sakura.
The door silently opened, and a pair of shiny black shoes stepped lightly in. They made their way into the apartment and turned to face the sofa. The shoes belonged to a pair of tanned legs, which belonged to a small-framed body, which belonged to a head, which belonged to two burning red eyes.
"Syaoran Li." A high voice rang out. Sakura suddenly felt him stiffen and he slowly sat up, as if afraid of what was watching him.
When Syaoran had sat fully up, Sakura saw a girl standing there, her hands resting on her hips and a small frown on her lips. Her hair, which was so black, it shone a faint purple where the light rested on it, was put up in two buns, but with long streams of hair coming from the bottom. The other thing Sakura noticed was how red the girl's eyes were. They literally burned into Syaoran's as they stared at each other.
"Meilin." He said quietly, after an awkward silence.
The second he said it, the girl, Meilin, instantly turned her head to Sakura, her hair flicking around as her head moved.
"And who are you?" She asked, sweetly, but nonetheless rudely.
"Sakura." Was the equally sweetened reply.
Meilin then turned her head back to Syaoran. She coughed and instantly, Syaoran got up.
"I'll show you to the door." Syaoran said to Sakura nervously, holding out his hand. Which receded immediately when Meilin coughed again.
At the door, Syaoran whispered an apology.
"Who IS she?" Sakura asked trying to peer over Syaoran's shoulder at the Chinese girl.
"My cousin, Meilin." He answered with a sigh. "We were supposed to get married when I turned eighteen, but it was called off when my mother died."
"Oh." Sakura said, nodding slightly. She smiled at Syaoran.
"This is just a fling, right?" She joked. Syaoran smiled and nodded before Sakura opened the door and got the hell out of there.
Syaoran sighed for a second time and turned around, preparing to face the wrath of Meilin.
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I got the CCS second movie! Wheeeeeeeee! It was so cool! I was switching between the English and the Japanese! It was a shock because the English voices were different. Can you BELIEVE Izzy from Digimon was Syaoran! My GOD he was soooo cool, especially when he was talking softly! Woooooo! But Sakura kept on calling him 'Shaoron,' so I was yelling abuse at the screen! And Tai was in it too! He was good aswell! Heh heh.... And the Japanese Kero was soooo cute! I think Aya Hisakawa played Skuld in Ah! My Goddess too! I was sitting there going, 'I know that voice! I know that voice!'. I should get out more.....
Sakura Clover
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Sakura and Syaoran were now, officially, a couple.
Though she would never admit, Sakura was enjoying all the attention she was getting from everyone, and tried her hardest to stop a goofy grin forming on her face every time someone told her how lucky she was.
Syaoran had suggested, a few days after their first date that Sakura should go round his apartment and listen to some music he had. Of course, in Syaoran talk, this meant that he would make out with her WHILE listening to music. It wasn't really a lie, just an 'altered truth'.
And so, on Friday, abandoning her studies, Sakura made her way to Syaoran's house. She was wearing a normal, white t-shirt and a light pink gypsy skirt. She had insisted that she walked to Syaoran's house as, even though she liked his car and she enjoyed the envious looks, Sakura had been raised to be polite, and would always think of what would be the easiest way to do something and whether it would trouble anyone else. So, after a five minute heated talk with Syaoran, she finally convinced him that it would do her good to walk instead of him constantly picking her up. He did, though, insist on giving her directions.
It was around seven and the sun was just beginning to set. Sakura loved this time of day, when the sky turns orange and the birds fly in a gigantic flock, going around in circles until they find a tree to suit them for the night. She also loved the coolness of the evening, especially after the day was hot, walking with a smile on her face and a small spring in her step, Sakura felt most alive.
Syaoran, preferred it when the day had turned completely into night. He liked it when, in the winter, the whole city looked as if it had turned into silver. He loved the cold breeze of the wind when he put his head out of the window, with his eyes closed and the breeze on his face, Syaoran felt most alive.
For the first part of the evening, they did indeed make out. It had started when Syaoran gave Sakura a drink and Sakura, who was a bit oblivious in situations such as these, began to wipe away the excess liquid on her lips, which attracted all of Syaoran's attention. He was just a boy, and it's a well known fact that boys have harder times controlling themselves than girls do, so, before Sakura could finish her drink, Syaoran's lips were pressed down firmly on hers. She didn't resist though, after all, there were no strings attached. Also, Sakura had nearly melted the first time he kissed her. Though he would look as though he didn't care about anything she said, he certainly put all his attention into kissing her that first time, and with Syaoran, every time was the first time.
They carried this on for the good part of an hour until Sakura broke away, gasping for breath. She looked into Syaoran's deep brown eyes and slowly pushed him off. His feet slid elegantly onto the floor. A few minutes of silence went by until Sakura's tummy gave an embarrassingly loud rumble. She laughed nervously and sat up straight.
"I'm guessing you're hungry." Syaoran said sarcastically, though in a good way. Sakura nodded lightly.
Shaking his head, Syaoran walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, where he was shocked to find that there was nothing there. Eventually, after looking up and down, he closed the fridge and looked in the cupboards, where there was equally enough nothingness as there was in the fridge.
Sakura popped up behind him and looked in the cupboards also. She contemplated for a while before clapping her hands together and reaching into the cupboard. Syaoran looked on, a bit confused.
"Sit down." She ordered, setting up some pans. "You OBVIOUSLY don't know how to make a meal out of nothing."
Syaoran didn't know whether to take this as a compliment or an insult, so he obediently sat down on the sofa. The sound of sizzling and the aroma of yakitori soon came wafting up to his nostrils making his stomach growl as loudly as Sakura's.
"So what do you wanna do?" Sakura asked suddenly, as if talking to herself. Turning around and putting his arm on the top of the sofa, Syaoran looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Sakura began, getting out some plates. "You said that modelling wasn't your passion, so what is?"
Syaoran thought about this for a moment, his finger on his chin. Should he really trust this girl? Flicking his hair, he averted his eyes down.
"A martial arts teacher." He said after some time.
"Really?" Came Sakura's surprised response. She motioned for him to sit at the table.
"My grandfather taught me martial arts when I was very young. It's about the only thing I AM passionate about."
Sakura rested her chin in her hands and stared at Syaoran, as if looking for the thing that said 'MARTIAL ARTIST'.
"You don't seem the type who likes to do physical exercise." Sakura laughed, after some time.
Syaoran looked up from his yakitori. "And YOU don't look like the type who knows how to cook, but here we are."
Sakura chose to take the remark as a compliment and tilted her head. "You like it then?"
Nodding, Syaoran stuffed some more into his mouth. Sakura blushed and started to eat at her yakitori.
"What about you?"
"Hmm?" Sakura looked at Syaoran.
"What do you wanna do?"
Sakura munched and looked at the ceiling, thinking. "I have no idea."
Syaoran raised his eyebrow.
"I mean, I just live through each day. You have a plan, you're lucky, but I just go about everyday like the one before it." She searched Syaoran's face for some kind of reaction, but found none. He just sat there, his eyes looking almost vague.
The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. It was followed by another make out session. Which was stopped short when Syaoran attempted to put his hands where they didn't belong.
"Don't." Sakura gasped, taking his hand away from her thigh. "I'll go out with you, and I'll kiss you and everything, but I won't have sex with you. Find another girl to do that with."
Syaoran's eyes softened slightly and he nodded, before leaning back into Sakura.
The door silently opened, and a pair of shiny black shoes stepped lightly in. They made their way into the apartment and turned to face the sofa. The shoes belonged to a pair of tanned legs, which belonged to a small-framed body, which belonged to a head, which belonged to two burning red eyes.
"Syaoran Li." A high voice rang out. Sakura suddenly felt him stiffen and he slowly sat up, as if afraid of what was watching him.
When Syaoran had sat fully up, Sakura saw a girl standing there, her hands resting on her hips and a small frown on her lips. Her hair, which was so black, it shone a faint purple where the light rested on it, was put up in two buns, but with long streams of hair coming from the bottom. The other thing Sakura noticed was how red the girl's eyes were. They literally burned into Syaoran's as they stared at each other.
"Meilin." He said quietly, after an awkward silence.
The second he said it, the girl, Meilin, instantly turned her head to Sakura, her hair flicking around as her head moved.
"And who are you?" She asked, sweetly, but nonetheless rudely.
"Sakura." Was the equally sweetened reply.
Meilin then turned her head back to Syaoran. She coughed and instantly, Syaoran got up.
"I'll show you to the door." Syaoran said to Sakura nervously, holding out his hand. Which receded immediately when Meilin coughed again.
At the door, Syaoran whispered an apology.
"Who IS she?" Sakura asked trying to peer over Syaoran's shoulder at the Chinese girl.
"My cousin, Meilin." He answered with a sigh. "We were supposed to get married when I turned eighteen, but it was called off when my mother died."
"Oh." Sakura said, nodding slightly. She smiled at Syaoran.
"This is just a fling, right?" She joked. Syaoran smiled and nodded before Sakura opened the door and got the hell out of there.
Syaoran sighed for a second time and turned around, preparing to face the wrath of Meilin.
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I got the CCS second movie! Wheeeeeeeee! It was so cool! I was switching between the English and the Japanese! It was a shock because the English voices were different. Can you BELIEVE Izzy from Digimon was Syaoran! My GOD he was soooo cool, especially when he was talking softly! Woooooo! But Sakura kept on calling him 'Shaoron,' so I was yelling abuse at the screen! And Tai was in it too! He was good aswell! Heh heh.... And the Japanese Kero was soooo cute! I think Aya Hisakawa played Skuld in Ah! My Goddess too! I was sitting there going, 'I know that voice! I know that voice!'. I should get out more.....
Sakura Clover
