A Predictable Predicament

By Rosedreamer49

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

Chapter 8: Confusion 'n' Angst

Sakura buckled herself in, rolled her neck, and yawned. "I'm sleepy."

"See, kaijou, it is to late for you to be up." Touya laughed, nervously. Sakura turned her head.

"What did you want to talk to me about? You said you had something on your mind." Touya gulped. This was it.

"Sak, where are you going to live when you get married?" He could feel her surprise at this question. She had probably expected him to tell her that he couldn't walk her down the isle.

"Well, I don't really care either way. I mean, Syaoran said he didn't care either, as long as I was happy. I thought it would be nice if I could be with you, and then this whole thing wouldn't be to big of a deal. Also, I need Yuki to be close by, because if I need Yue, then...well...it isn't like he could get anywhere in time if he was here in Tomoeda, and I was in Hong Kong. So I guess what I am saying is, I'm staying here with you." She paused, and started snuggling into the car seat. She really was sleepy. "I guess that makes you relieved, ne? I mean, You've already been so great about me getting married to Syaoran. I guess we just thought you needed a break."

Sakura dosed off, so she didn't see Touya grip the steering wheel until his knuckles were white, which might have clued her into just how un-relieved he really was.

Fifteen minutes later, he woke her up, and walked her up to her apartment. He said goodnight, and walked home, where he fell asleep on a kitchen chair, but only after making a few phone calls and faxing a very important document. Yuki found him like this when he came home, and, looking at the papers strewn around the table in front of him, just smiled.

Syaoran Li was worried. He hated it when his mother was upset, and now she was furious, which was easy for Syaoran to understand. Syaoran knew that his entire life, he had been trained to be the Li clan leader, and now, he was turning it down. He wanted it, and he needed it, but he loved Sakura more. He tossed and turned in his bed, mulling over the problems his life had placed before him.

Sakura slept soundly, unaware of the problems and emotional angst involving the two men she loved most.

In Hong Kong, Feng Husho, director of the University of Hong Kong, picked up a packet of papers from the fax machine. Thumbing through them, he smiled.

'Just what we have been looking for. Good credentials, and a good background. Fujitaka Kinomoto was a good teacher too.'

He put the packet of papers into his briefcase, and headed home. He was sleepy, having spent the entire day interviewing people who had no idea how to fill the late archeology professor's position.

Ok, Ok, I know I'm late on this. And I know it's short, but I think its pretty good. I mean, its certainly not the best thing I've ever written, but hey, it's fine.

I promise that everything will be steady going from now on. I'm back on my school schedule, and that means that I know I can do this.

I hope you liked the chapter, and I'll see you all soon.

awesome word: quaich /Kwaykh/ a kind of drinking cup, usually wood with two handles.

(I just like the way it is spelled.)