Chapter 7-Syaoran V. Takamura
I woke up with the sun on my face. Rolling over, I buried my head in my pillows. It didn't work. I'm usually a morning person, but I was just so tired!Grumbling to no one in particular, I slipped out of my bed and plodded downstairs.
"Ohayou Sakura!" My dad said, putting a pile of pancakes on a large plate. Ever since I can remember, whenever I've woken up, dad has ALWAYS been making breakfast. It's like he KNOWS when I'll wake up!
"Ohayou." I yawned, then, turning to the small table, I looked at the new picture of my mother, Nadeshiko. "Ohayou." I whispered. I know it's pretty stupid saying good morning to a picture, but I just can't start my day without doing it. Today, she was wearing a white dress, it was a nice summers day and she was sitting on a swing, her hair tumbling down her back. My mother was so beautiful.
I piled some pancakes onto my plate. Can't miss breakfast! I've never understood people who don't eat breakfast; I couldn't LIVE without eating food! Literally.
I brushed my teeth and got dressed. Looking out of the window, the sun shining brightly and birds chirping, I felt so alive. It was a lovely day, I had my health and.........
A jet-black car stopped exactly outside my house. Right on time, as usual. I felt my heat beginning to beat just a fraction of a bit faster as HE stepped lightly out of the car.
I can't be sure when it happened. All I know is that it did. One day, I saw Syaoran in a completely different light. Of course, how do I tell him I've fallen in love with him? He'd probably laugh at me, or look at me pityingly, and then he'd decide to call the whole thing off!
Sakura's over-active imagination
"S..........Syaoran kun?"
"Yeah?"
"I.... well...I ......I love you Syaoran kun!"
"Oh no, not ANOTHER girl who's in love with me........." -Sweeps hair back-
"What?"
-Trying to be sympathetic- "I appreciate it and all, but I'm just not ready to start a relationship, especially with someone so..........plain."
End
I nearly fell out of my window. He'd NEVER return my crazy feelings. I went back downstairs feeling a little sad. Not only am I in love with a boy who's using me because he's bored, this makes my experiment a complete dud. Maybe you CAN'T be in a neutral relationship without at least ONE person falling in love. Dammit all.
He knocked at the door, and, checking myself in the mirror, I opened the door. It's really strange but, I can tell when Syaoran's at my door. He has a sort of arrogant, impatient knock. Like, some people, they knock quietly, like they didn't want to be discovered at the door. Whereas Syaoran knocks loudly, as if he's saying 'Here I am!' in any case, I always know it's him.
"Hey Syaoran kun!" I greeted, feeling a little better, sunny mornings ALWAYS make me happy!
"H...........hey." He stuttered. His cheeks red. It must be HOT in his car!
Shouting goodbye to my dad, I stepped out into the street. A cool, faint breeze blew through my hair, it was an AMAZING day! I stretched and took a deep breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Syaoran staring at me. Immediately I dropped my hands, embarrassed. Tomoyo always said that I was like a little child sometimes, laughing because it's a warm day, or crying because I'd picked a beautiful flower, then realized it would die. She also said that that's what made me so adorable. I'm guess I'm a little weird.
I'm ALWAYS acting weird in front of Syaoran. Like the time I talked to a huge willow tree, he gave me the strangest look.
We got to his car and he opened the door for me, he's such a gentleman, and off we drove to school.
"I still think he's a jerk." Tomoyo complained, crossing her arms for what must have been the third time.
"Tomoyo chaaaaaaan." I whined, it was great having Syaoran as a 'boyfriend', but Tomoyo's disapproval was upsetting me. We've been friends since before I can remember, and Tomoyo's mother, Sonomi was friends with my mother, so what Tomoyo thought meant a lot to me. It was the first time we've ever disagreed on something.
"Don't give me those puppy-dog eyes!" She cried, smiling at me. That was why Tomoyo was so wonderful, even though she HATED Syaoran, she wouldn't let it get in the way of our friendship. As she once said 'So long as you're happy Sakura chan, I'm happy!' I'm glad we're friends.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her. "You're so wonderful Tomoyo chan." I whispered, burying my head in her shoulder.
"C...complimenting me won't get you anywhere either!" She stuttered, blushing madly. She blushes so much!
I squeezed her tighter. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine........." I began to sing. She loved that song, sighing, she gave in.
"I don't like him." She said bluntly. "But I SUPPOSE, if he makes you happy........." She trailed off.
"Oh Tomoyo!" I cried, glomping her. "You're the BEST!" I gave her a sisterly kiss on the cheek. She laughed nervously and tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear.
"S..........Sakura chan." She was fully red now. I laughed at her as the bell rang.
"See you in second period!" I chuckled, running off. Turning around slightly, I saw her put the tips of her fingers on the cheek I kissed and smile.The day went by surprisingly quickly. I found myself waiting for Syaoran before I even knew it. The sun was still beating down and I was still in a great mood.
"You look gorgeous." I heard a whisper in my ear and a strong hand grip my shoulder.
My mood just turned sour.
"What the hell do YOU want?" I spat, not even bothering to turn around.
"Why, you of course!" He said, seductively. His hand sliding down my shoulder. I couldn't move. It disgusted me to have his hands on me, I felt like I was going to be sick.
"Get your hands off me." I said, anger rising up in me. Words popped into my head, that my brother, Touya had once said to me.
'If you're ever attacked, Sakura, be sure to drag your heel down the attacker's shin, also, dig your nails into their wrists and if they're male, kick them in the nuts.'
I was prepared to do anything to get those slimy hands off of me.
"Come on baby, you used to love it when I touched you........."
I was raising my heel in preparation. Go for the wrists, shins and nuts.
Wrists, shins and nuts.
Wrists, shins and nuts.
"You know, Takamura," Came a cool voice. "She said for you to get away from her. If I were you, I'd listen."
My heart rose. Takamura's hand gripped my waist, but I could feel him shaking.
"What do you want, Li?!" Takamura's voice quivered. "Can't you see I'm talking to my girlfriend?!"
I heard Syaoran's footsteps coming closer. "That would be EX-girlfriend, Takamura, she dumped your sorry ass."
"Fuck off Li, you don't know shit."
I felt another hand on my other shoulder, this one was strong too, only it was more comforting.
"I know that she can't stand you, neither can I for that matter. Go home, Takamura, she's with me now. Get over it."
Thinking back, those weren't very threatening words, but the way he said them sent chills down my spine as well as Takamura's. His grip loosened and he stomped off, muttering death threats.
"Amateur." Syaoran scoffed. I turned to look at him.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Uh huh," I replied, my adrenalin was pumping and I was shaking slightly. I could've taken Takamura.
I suddenly saw relief flood into Syaoran's chocolate brown eyes. It was only a fleeting look, but I saw it none the less.
"Good, cos if you go off with Takamura again, I'll be stuck with Meilin, and she'll make me clean the apartment every week."
I laughed, the adrenalin surge dying down. Syaoran looked at the ground, blushing.
"I could've taken him on you know!" I said crossly, as we walked to his apartment.
Syaoran snorted loudly, "Sure you could...Sakura." He practically whispered my name. It sent shivers down my body. The good kind of shivers.
We walked in silence for a little while, both with little pink tints in our cheeks. Is it me, or do people blush a lot?
"So how would you have kicked his ass then?" Syaoran asked, breaking the silence.
"Well, I would've scraped his shins with my heel!" I went through the list that Touya had taught me. Syaoran winced slightly when I got the kicking in the nuts part.
"Lemme guess," He said when I had finished. "You're brother taught you those?"
I giggled, surprised. "Yeah! When a girl was attacked a few blocks away from our house, he went berserk and taught me all these different moves!"
We were stepping into his apartment now, Meilin was nowhere to be seen, Syaoran told me she was on a boating trip with one of her friends.
"So what other moves did he teach you?"
I scanned my memory banks.
"Oh, he taught me how to kick!" I jumped up and down; I felt very big and strong talking about fighting.
"Oh yeah? Let me see." Syaoran smiled. Is it me, or has Syaoran become a bit more relaxed since I first met him?
I got into position and thrust my right leg into the air. Syaoran watched like a teacher, his finger on his lips. After analysing me, he stood in front of me.
"Try kicking me." He stated. I stared.
"Come on, show me what you've got!"
Shrugging my shoulders, I positioned myself and thrust my leg straight towards him.
I didn't even touch him.
I guess I didn't calculate the distance or something, because I lost my balance and went hurtling to the floor.
"Don't worry." He choked, trying to suppress a laugh. "Even if you had hit me, it wouldn't of hurt." He helped me up.
"What do you mean?!" I growled, embarrassed.
"For starters, your positioning is all wrong, you have to balance out your weight."
(A.N.: I know NOTHING about kicking people! I'm making it up as I go along!)
I pouted, this wasn't any fun. I was supposed to dazzle him with my superhuman strength and talent for kicking.
He shook his head and came up behind me, taking my small hands into his.
"You have to clench your fists, like this." He closed my hands over mine. I could smell him, and he smelled DAMN good.
"Uh huh." I said, not really paying attention.
"Now," He said, breathing into my ear. "Turn your body to the side."
I was in a complete daze, not even with Takamura had I felt this nervous and intoxicated.
Our bodies turned in unison.
"Lean back a bit." His voice was getting softer. Oh God! I'm going to faint!
I leaned into his toned chest.
"Raise your right leg, but keep it bent."
This is enough, if I could just stay like this.........
"Kick it out."
Our legs went out into the air. I was having trouble with my balance. I could feel his breath on me. His hands were wrapped around mine. It was like we were one person!
My eyes were closing. I was more in love with him than I thought. I felt like crying out. If only we could stay like this!
His chest was moving up and down with each breath he was taking. I could feel his heart pounding.
"Take it down now." He said, almost inaudibly.
Down came our legs, I felt so weak! What was happening?!
We were just standing there, Syaoran behind me with his hands on mine. My eyes were fully closed, listening to his breathing; his presence was all around me. I'm not sure how long we stood there, but it felt like it wasn't long enough.
This is enough God, I don't need anymore.
"What?" Syaoran asked. My eyes opened.
"What what?" I replied.
"What did you just say? Something about God?"
Oh, poopie! I've GOT to learn how to stop thinking aloud!
"N..........nothing!" I took my head off of his chest, his hands left mine. I suddenly felt cold, I wanted him back!
"Want a drink?" Syaoran asked coolly. I looked at him. His face was the reddest I have ever seen in him. He was clearly flustered. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, sure," I mumbled. He went off into the kitchen area while I staggered to the sofa.
What the HECK is going on with me?! This was crazy! The movie, Ghost suddenly popped into my head, along with the song 'Unchained Melody,' I think it was the part where Whoopie Goldberg turned into Patrick Swayze or something. I never liked that movie, but it was stuck in my head now! After we had watched a movie, and my head had gone through every love song it knew, I found myself walking out of the apartment with Syaoran.
We went down the cold, pearl-white stairs in silence. Upon reaching the entrance door of the apartment complex, I noticed a familiar looking purple head. I went out the door to find Tomoyo looking around nervously, as if she was lost.
"Tomoyo chan!" I called. She spun around almost instantly.
"Sakura chan!" She said in complete surprise. "What are you doing here?!"
"Syaoran lives in this apartment building!" I laughed, bringing her into a hug. I swear I told her that.
"Oh," Was the reply, "I was just.........passing by."
I drew away and smiled at her, she smiled back. "You're so red, Sakura chan!" She exclaimed, feeling my hot cheeks.
I chuckled nervously. Tomoyo took her hand away and looked past me at Syaoran. Syaoran looked at her.
It was strange, I knew Tomoyo couldn't stand Syaoran, I could see the hate in her eyes, but there was something else too. I looked at Syaoran, he had the same look. Like they knew something, like they were at some sort of understanding about something. Syaoran nodded at Tomoyo and she nodded back. They knew something I didn't know.
"Oh," Syaoran said suddenly, "I've forgotten my keys. Be right back." He strolled back into the building. I made my way to his car.
"So where were you going that you'd be near Syaoran's apartment, Tomoyo chan?" I asked.
"I was.........on my way to the store. We've run out of Soya sauce."
I smiled; it was good to see Tomoyo. I would've been a nervous wreck if I had stayed alone with Syaoran any longer.
"Well, maybe Syaoran will give you a ride to the store!" I offered. She smiled and accepted.
The sun was beginning to set; the sky was a beautiful pink colour. We were sitting on the front of Syaoran's car when I heard footsteps.
I turned around.
Tomoyo gasped.
Takamura smirked.
Before any words were exchanged, he lunged himself at me. I jumped out the way. What was this guy, desperate or something?!
I made to run, but my wrist was grabbed. Takamura dragged me into his chest, like he did at the end of school. His hands began to roam. I struggled like mad. This wasn't happening! Was he going to rape me?!
Takamura gave a suddenly lurch. Tomoyo had jumped on him and was scratching furiously at his face. Love surged through me as Tomoyo tackled Takamura. Even though she was weak and smaller than him, she was willing to hurt herself for me.
He flung her to the ground easily. He grunted, almost like a pig and forced me onto the car.
His eyes were a crazy colour. He had a scary grin plastered on his face as leaned in and kissed me. I've never had a kissed that hurt before; his lips were forced upon mine, if hurt like mad and I was terrified. Really, REALLY terrified.
My eyes were wide open and I noticed a weak spot. Using my lesson of the day on how to kick and almost faint at the same time, I slammed my foot into his 'unmentionables', he gave out a loud yell, arching his back with the pain. I pushed him off me and went in the direction of the apartment. Tomoyo had disappeared and my legs were wobbly from the shock.
"Bitch!" I heard him cry, and then his footsteps began to follow mine. Did I mention Takamura was on the track team?
I knew I probably wouldn't make it into the building, but I had to try. My heart was bursting out of my chest. My wrist was stinging from where he had grabbed it violently.
His hand brushed against my hand. He was right behind me! I have NEVER been so afraid! Where was Tomoyo? Where was Syaoran?! All the things Touya had taught me went straight out of my head as his hand grabbed a chunk of my hair. I screamed an ear-piercing scream.
"Shut up!" He hissed, grabbing my face, forcing me to look at him.
This wasn't the Takamura I knew! I admit, he was incredibly egotistical, even when I was dating him, but this.........this was mad!
My eyes were filling up with tears, my whole body was aching. He raised his beefy arm.
This was it, he was gonna kill me! Did he want me so bad that he'd hurt me?
My eyesight became blotchy, my body was shaking. I braced myself for the cutting pain of a punch from a large jock.
It never came.
I heard a sort of squeal, and then I was on my knees, crying uncontrollably. I felt comforting arms wrap around my shoulders and the smell of lavender shampoo filled my nostrils.
"Oh Sakura chan." Tomoyo sobbed, rocking my back and forth.
Through the tears I could make out two figures, one beefy, out of proportion one on the floor and a tall, slim one standing over him.
I wiped my tears away furiously, and moved Tomoyo's arm to get a better view.
Takamura was now on his feet, a bloody splotch where his nose should've been and Syaoran hadn't moved, there wasn't a hair out of place.
I have never seen him so angry.
His eyes were a burning red; his mouth was twisted into a menacing scowl, his fists were balled up so tight, they were turning white. He just stood there, staring at Takamura with so much hate. It was the first time I've ever been truly afraid of Syaoran.
Takamura wobbled as he regained his balance, he also had a look of hatred plastered on his bloodstained face, but it wasn't as scary or as menacing as Syaoran's. He lunged at the brown haired boy, yelling as he did, but Syaoran merely stepped out of the way, bringing his right fist up into Takamura's stomach.
He was back on the ground, retching from the shear force that attacked his stomach. But back up he got, until Syaoran drove his knee into Takamura, putting him back down. Takamura squealed and gasped for breath but Syaoran was merciless, he punched the jock in the legs and kicked his sides. The noises Takamura was making were horrible, like a pig being strangled.
"Stop!" Tomoyo cried, her face wet with tears, but Syaoran wasn't listening. He was making small grunts from using all that force kicking Takamura.
Pushing Tomoyo away, I slowly climbed to my feet. My whole body was defying me; it was heavy, like it wasn't mine. Tomoyo grabbed my arm to steady me. I raised my head.
"Syaoran." I squeaked. Even my voice had failed me.
To my surprise, he stopped, mid-kick and looked at me. I must've looked a sight because the hate left his eyes, to be replaced with fear and panic. He ran over to me, as my legs failed me and scooped me into his arms. Tomoyo was still sobbing and Takamura was lying still on the hard concrete ground.
I just stayed still, my knees half on the ground and half in the air from where Syaoran was embracing me. He ran his hands through my hair and began to rock, like Tomoyo had done. His body was shaking violently and he made sounds like he was sobbing, into my shoulder.
"Gomen. Gomen. Gomen. Gomen. Gomen." Was all he said, over and over. Whether he was apologising for not being there or for beating Takamura half to death, I have no idea. I was too weak to raise my arms and hug him back, so I just clung weakly to his shirt.
I heard muffled voices, one was Tomoyo's and one was another girl I didn't know. I then heard the beeping of a mobile phone. I guess someone was ringing an ambulance or something.
After a while, I heard sirens. So someone had called an ambulance. Syaoran still clung to me, rocking and shaking. Small hiccups came from him from time to time, but mostly, he was silent.
I heard a man's voice; he was obviously shocked at what had happened. I heard Tomoyo talking through giant sobs. A hand gently took my shoulder and said something that sounded soothing. It tried to pull me away from Syaoran, but he just held on tighter.
"We have to check her." I heard, Syaoran's arms muffled my hearing.
After some persuading by the ambulance man, I felt the grip on me loosen. Syaoran's face brushed past mine. My vision was still a little blurred but I could see his face.
His eyes were welled with un-shedded tears; there was desperation in them. His face was devoid of any colour and his hair was messy. He looked terrible. I found myself being drawn further and further away from him. I wanted to kick and scream! Let me go back to Syaoran! I want him!
The man was saying things to me but I wasn't listening, I kept my eyes locked on Syaoran's. I mouthed his name. I could hear more sirens, they hurt my head. Then, Syaoran's eyes broke away from mine as he was handcuffed and put into a police car.I can TOTALLY explain! My computer decided to break down, so we had to take it to the computer shop, which made the problem worse. I can't tell you how many times we had to take it back! Now, it's FINALLY back in my arms! Or fingers, whichever. Plus, I've been addicted to FFX-2; I got the bad ending though, so I'm redoing it. I love the song, 100 Words! I kind of REALLY got into writing this chapter, I was on a role! Plus, I was listening to TONS of soppy, lovey-dovey music while I was writing this so it just sort of...happened! Not bad for spur of the moment eh?
OK! Answer time!
Tsuki no Tenshi: Mills and Boon are a book publishing company that specialise in romantic, pointless books! There's a particular longhaired blond guy who models for the covers whose name I've forgotten. I've never read one of them actually, but it would be cool too!
Anjuliet: I'm sooooo jealous! I've only EVER seen the Nelvana ones! -Pout- Yup! I'm English! No one EVER reads the Bio thingy!
Katana Hime: Dogs are... SCARY! Seriously! My Brother's scared of them! They always bark at me! They slobber and need SOOOOO much attention! Oh well, you like what ya like! Oyashumi Nashai is really Oyasumi Nasai, which means goodnight, but because she had a sandwich in her mouth, it came out as Oyashumi Nashai.
New addiction: Fruits Basket! Yay Yuki and Kyo!
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