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The Luckiest
Now You Know
Syaoran's alarm blared loudly in his ear, sending him into the air like a frightened cat. He leapt out of bed and fell to the floor with a thud, crying out in pain as his shoulder collided with the hard wood. The door opened, and Eriol peered in, his drowsy face looking curiously at his cousin lying on the floor in a tangle of sheets and blankets. Syaoran ran a hand through his messy chestnut hair and groaned with frustration.
"This day is going to suck." He muttered as he got up and gathered the linens into his arms, throwing them into a messy pile on top of the bed. Eriol smiled and shook his head as Syaoran snatched his towel and walked past him for the bathroom. Eriol watched as the door closed and the sound of the shower running filled his ears. He approached the bathroom, waiting for it. Two seconds later, he heard Syaoran shriek and snickered at the sound of the young man clamoring out of the shower.
"Hey Syaoran, I think the water faucets are reversed here. Just thought I'd let you know." Eriol called into the door. He snickered again as the sound of Syaoran's muffled curses became audible. Syaoran was wrong. The day in general wasn't going to suck; his, on the other hand, was.
After figuring out the dynamics of the shower, Syaoran changed into his blue dress pants and light blue shirt that was his school uniform. He tied a dark blue tie around his neck, then ran his hand through his wet hair, leaving it to dry into the messy style he was so accustomed to. He walked out to the kitchen, where Eriol was already dressed and eating cereal.
"It's about time. Tomoyo doesn't take that much time in the bathroom." Eriol joked. Syaoran glared at Eriol, then flopped into a chair opposite the teen, pouring a bowl of cereal and munching quietly.
"So do you think you can talk to Sakura today and find out what's wrong with her?" Eriol asked between bites of cereal. Syaoran shrugged, his dark ocher eyes dimming at the thought of her furious face and above all her stormy green eyes. She was extremely angry, almost too much so over something so trivial.
"I don't know. I'm going to find her as soon as we get there. Do you know where she'll be?" Syaoran asked. He was thankful at that point that Eriol had been in Tomoeda for a couple weeks before Syaoran and therefore had a better foothold on what was happening there.
"Yeah, I think you have your first class with all of us." Eriol replied, thinking about it and then taking out a notebook. Syaoran reached for his backpack and pulled out his schedule.
"I have Math first. That's not too bad. Then I have Government, Biology, Study Hall, Lunch, Japanese. . . gah I HATE Japanese! Phys Ed and English are my last classes. What are you in?" Syaoran asked. Eriol looked through his notebook, then compared with Syaoran's schedule.
"You and I are in Math, Lunch, and Phys Ed together. Tomoyo's in Phys Ed and Math with us, and she'll be in your English class too. Sakura is in. . . every single one of your classes." Eriol said, closing the book and looking at Syaoran, who shrugged.
"Then it won't be that hard to find her." He added, taking his bowl and rinsing it out in the sink. Eriol picked up his bag and looked at his watch.
"We'd better be going if we don't want to be late." He said, picking up his keys and walking with Syaoran out of the apartment and to his car. The two young men climbed into the SUV and soon were high tailing it toward Tomoeda High School to start Syaoran's first day.
Tomoeda High stretched before Syaoran forever. He had been used to private schools before, and this was the most public school he had ever seen. There were kids everywhere, all dressed in the same outfits. As he walked up the steps to the entrance, he noticed a few people, mainly girls, staring at him with wide eyes full of curiosity. Uncomfortable, Syaoran shifted his backpack and jogged a little quicker up the steps and into the building, where he and Eriol quickly blended into the maze of matching students running around. Eriol and Syaoran walked to their first class, and Syaoran paused in the doorway.
There she was, sitting in the second to last seat in the row by the window. Her eyes were concentrating on a book in front of her, the green orbs moving left to right as she read. In front of her, Tomoyo sat and chattered with another student. Eriol and Syaoran walked into the room, and Syaoran took a seat behind Sakura while Eriol sat next to Tomoyo. Peering over her shoulder, Syaoran noticed she was reading "The Catcher in the Rye", an American bestseller.
"So how are you enjoying the book so far?" Syaoran asked. Sakura heard the familiar voice behind her and tensed. How had he gotten in here without her knowing, and how in the hell was he behind her?! She turned around and glared at Syaoran with her angry sea green eyes.
"I told you I don't want to talk to you, dammit." Sakura spat quietly, trying not to make a scene. Syaoran's amber eyes became mixed with confusion and frustration as he just stared at her, his jaw set.
"If you can give me a good reason not to talk to you ever again, I'll gladly leave you alone. But you can't just refuse to talk to me out of nowhere." Syaoran argued, his voice catching the attention of Eriol and Tomoyo, who looked with concern at their friends. Sakura sniffed and leaned in a little closer to Syaoran until her nose was almost touching his.
"And you can't just appear here in Japan and expect things to go your way." Sakura bit back, her voice rising with her anger. Tomoyo shrugged when Syaoran looked at her for an answer, meaning she hadn't gotten anything out of Sakura the previous night.
"Just tell me what I did, ok?" Syaoran implored. It hurt him slightly to see the girl he had been so taken by only a month before being so unnaturally cruel. He had only known her for a couple days, but he knew her normal demeanor was most definitely not cruel.
"What are you doing here in Japan anyway?" Sakura retorted, avoiding Syaoran's question to the best of her ability. Syaoran locked eyes with Sakura, trying to see into them and find out what was eating her.
"Remember when I told you I wasn't good at Japanese? That weekend when we met and you were so nice? I'm here to learn the language so I can graduate." Syaoran asked, making sure to add the part about their weekend together to try and break the ice around Sakura. Sakura shook her head and turned around. Before Syaoran could tap her shoulder and talk to her, the teacher came in and began the lecture. Defeat number one.
Syaoran went to his next three classes that day, trying to talk to Sakura in all of them. He managed to seat himself close to her in each class, but still could not manage one word out of her. Finally the lunch bell rang, and Syaoran followed the other students to the cafeteria where he managed to locate Eriol and Tomoyo.
"Any luck?" the blue haired youth asked Syaoran, who shook his head and flopped down onto his seat. Tomoyo patted Syaoran on the shoulder and frowned.
"I tried everything to get her to talk," Tomoyo stated, her amethyst eyes becoming worried. "She won't budge. But I know something's wrong."
"Well then we're all on the same page. Something's wrong with her, and I caused it. I just want to know why she hates me so much." Syaoran said, his voice muffled as he rested his head on his hands. Sakura walked up behind Syaoran and looked at Tomoyo and Eriol, then glared down at Syaoran, who had no idea she was there.
"Tomoyo can I talk to you?" Sakura asked, and Syaoran practically leapt out of his chair, partially because he had been startled, and also because Sakura was there behind him. He looked back at her, and she glared down at him.
"Mind your own fucking business." Sakura snapped, then grabbed Tomoyo's arm and began to lead her out the door to the courtyard.
"That's it. I'm fucking sick of her attitude. I'm going to get to the bottom of this right now." Syaoran stated, getting up and stomping out after Sakura. Eriol rose to his feet and quickly followed. Whatever was going on, Tomoyo didn't need to be there; this was between Sakura and Syaoran.
"Sakura!" Syaoran called, and the two girls turned around. Sakura scowled and turned to continue, but Syaoran caught her arm and turned her to face him. Eriol caught up to Tomoyo and began to lead her away from the fighting couple.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Syaoran spat angrily, his amber eyes blazing. Sakura's emerald pools glared back with equal fire in them and she wrenched her arm free of his grasp.
"I told you not to fucking talk to me. Just leave me the hell alone. You've done enough damage." Sakura retorted, and Syaoran stopped. He scratched his head in bewilderment. Tomoyo stopped Eriol from taking her away and stood away from the couple, listening to what they were saying.
"What are you talking about? I didn't think not saying goodbye to you when I left would turn you into this icy person in front of me." Syaoran muttered, his eyes linked to Sakura's, searching for an answer. Sakura turned around, tears forming in her beautiful eyes.
"How old was it?" she asked, and Syaoran became completely confused. What in the hell was she referring to?!
"How old was what? I don't know what you're talking about, Sakura!" Syaoran cried, throwing his hands up into the air. Tomoyo looked at Eriol, her violet eyes showing her confusion. It was mirrored in her boyfriend's eyes as well.
"The condom. How old was it, because it matters." Sakura stated, not facing Syaoran. He scratched his chin. He had no idea how old it had been, it had just been there. And it was a damn good thing it was, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten together that night a month ago.
"Who in the hell cares about something stupid like that?" Syaoran asked, growing more frustrated. Sakura whipped around and revealed her tear stained face.
"THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT BECAUSE IT BROKE, THAT'S WHO!" Sakura yelled.
Silence.
Syaoran couldn't believe what he was hearing. The courtyard was silent as her words reverberated in his head. Eriol and Tomoyo, hearing this, stared in complete and utter shock as they let the information sink into their brains. She was pregnant. He was the father. Unreal. . .
"You're . . . you can't be!" Syaoran stammered, incredulous. His mind moved back to the night they had sex, and how he had hastily put the condom on. Maybe he had torn it. Holy shit, he tore it, and now he had gotten a girl pregnant. And not just any girl. Sakura. Man was he in trouble or what?!
"Yeah you heard me. I'm pregnant. My whole life is OVER. I can't go to college, I can't have a future, hell I might not even graduate high school. Thanks a lot, Syaoran." Sakura spat, using Syaoran's name for the first time. He felt like dirt, like he had ruined her. How could he have been so stupid?!
'I've got a baby. I'm going to be a father, and I'm only seventeen. . . 'Syaoran thought. He desperately looked at Eriol, who shrugged and looked at him with completely dumbfounded blue eyes.
"Ok we need to talk." Syaoran said, but Sakura shook her head.
"No. I don't ever want to speak with you again." She replied, then took off out of the courtyard and into the school once again.
"Now what?" Eriol asked Syaoran as Tomoyo took off after her best friend. Syaoran shook his head and slumped his shoulders. His mind was spinning. So many things were whizzing by, and he felt overwhelmed.
"I don't know."
*This is it for now. Watch for an update, because hopefully my computer will be fixed by this coming weekend. Thanks again for being cool and reviewing, and find out what happens next! Will Sakura find it in her heart to accept Syaoran? Can he step up to the role of parenting? Find out next weekend!*
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The Luckiest
Now You Know
Syaoran's alarm blared loudly in his ear, sending him into the air like a frightened cat. He leapt out of bed and fell to the floor with a thud, crying out in pain as his shoulder collided with the hard wood. The door opened, and Eriol peered in, his drowsy face looking curiously at his cousin lying on the floor in a tangle of sheets and blankets. Syaoran ran a hand through his messy chestnut hair and groaned with frustration.
"This day is going to suck." He muttered as he got up and gathered the linens into his arms, throwing them into a messy pile on top of the bed. Eriol smiled and shook his head as Syaoran snatched his towel and walked past him for the bathroom. Eriol watched as the door closed and the sound of the shower running filled his ears. He approached the bathroom, waiting for it. Two seconds later, he heard Syaoran shriek and snickered at the sound of the young man clamoring out of the shower.
"Hey Syaoran, I think the water faucets are reversed here. Just thought I'd let you know." Eriol called into the door. He snickered again as the sound of Syaoran's muffled curses became audible. Syaoran was wrong. The day in general wasn't going to suck; his, on the other hand, was.
After figuring out the dynamics of the shower, Syaoran changed into his blue dress pants and light blue shirt that was his school uniform. He tied a dark blue tie around his neck, then ran his hand through his wet hair, leaving it to dry into the messy style he was so accustomed to. He walked out to the kitchen, where Eriol was already dressed and eating cereal.
"It's about time. Tomoyo doesn't take that much time in the bathroom." Eriol joked. Syaoran glared at Eriol, then flopped into a chair opposite the teen, pouring a bowl of cereal and munching quietly.
"So do you think you can talk to Sakura today and find out what's wrong with her?" Eriol asked between bites of cereal. Syaoran shrugged, his dark ocher eyes dimming at the thought of her furious face and above all her stormy green eyes. She was extremely angry, almost too much so over something so trivial.
"I don't know. I'm going to find her as soon as we get there. Do you know where she'll be?" Syaoran asked. He was thankful at that point that Eriol had been in Tomoeda for a couple weeks before Syaoran and therefore had a better foothold on what was happening there.
"Yeah, I think you have your first class with all of us." Eriol replied, thinking about it and then taking out a notebook. Syaoran reached for his backpack and pulled out his schedule.
"I have Math first. That's not too bad. Then I have Government, Biology, Study Hall, Lunch, Japanese. . . gah I HATE Japanese! Phys Ed and English are my last classes. What are you in?" Syaoran asked. Eriol looked through his notebook, then compared with Syaoran's schedule.
"You and I are in Math, Lunch, and Phys Ed together. Tomoyo's in Phys Ed and Math with us, and she'll be in your English class too. Sakura is in. . . every single one of your classes." Eriol said, closing the book and looking at Syaoran, who shrugged.
"Then it won't be that hard to find her." He added, taking his bowl and rinsing it out in the sink. Eriol picked up his bag and looked at his watch.
"We'd better be going if we don't want to be late." He said, picking up his keys and walking with Syaoran out of the apartment and to his car. The two young men climbed into the SUV and soon were high tailing it toward Tomoeda High School to start Syaoran's first day.
Tomoeda High stretched before Syaoran forever. He had been used to private schools before, and this was the most public school he had ever seen. There were kids everywhere, all dressed in the same outfits. As he walked up the steps to the entrance, he noticed a few people, mainly girls, staring at him with wide eyes full of curiosity. Uncomfortable, Syaoran shifted his backpack and jogged a little quicker up the steps and into the building, where he and Eriol quickly blended into the maze of matching students running around. Eriol and Syaoran walked to their first class, and Syaoran paused in the doorway.
There she was, sitting in the second to last seat in the row by the window. Her eyes were concentrating on a book in front of her, the green orbs moving left to right as she read. In front of her, Tomoyo sat and chattered with another student. Eriol and Syaoran walked into the room, and Syaoran took a seat behind Sakura while Eriol sat next to Tomoyo. Peering over her shoulder, Syaoran noticed she was reading "The Catcher in the Rye", an American bestseller.
"So how are you enjoying the book so far?" Syaoran asked. Sakura heard the familiar voice behind her and tensed. How had he gotten in here without her knowing, and how in the hell was he behind her?! She turned around and glared at Syaoran with her angry sea green eyes.
"I told you I don't want to talk to you, dammit." Sakura spat quietly, trying not to make a scene. Syaoran's amber eyes became mixed with confusion and frustration as he just stared at her, his jaw set.
"If you can give me a good reason not to talk to you ever again, I'll gladly leave you alone. But you can't just refuse to talk to me out of nowhere." Syaoran argued, his voice catching the attention of Eriol and Tomoyo, who looked with concern at their friends. Sakura sniffed and leaned in a little closer to Syaoran until her nose was almost touching his.
"And you can't just appear here in Japan and expect things to go your way." Sakura bit back, her voice rising with her anger. Tomoyo shrugged when Syaoran looked at her for an answer, meaning she hadn't gotten anything out of Sakura the previous night.
"Just tell me what I did, ok?" Syaoran implored. It hurt him slightly to see the girl he had been so taken by only a month before being so unnaturally cruel. He had only known her for a couple days, but he knew her normal demeanor was most definitely not cruel.
"What are you doing here in Japan anyway?" Sakura retorted, avoiding Syaoran's question to the best of her ability. Syaoran locked eyes with Sakura, trying to see into them and find out what was eating her.
"Remember when I told you I wasn't good at Japanese? That weekend when we met and you were so nice? I'm here to learn the language so I can graduate." Syaoran asked, making sure to add the part about their weekend together to try and break the ice around Sakura. Sakura shook her head and turned around. Before Syaoran could tap her shoulder and talk to her, the teacher came in and began the lecture. Defeat number one.
Syaoran went to his next three classes that day, trying to talk to Sakura in all of them. He managed to seat himself close to her in each class, but still could not manage one word out of her. Finally the lunch bell rang, and Syaoran followed the other students to the cafeteria where he managed to locate Eriol and Tomoyo.
"Any luck?" the blue haired youth asked Syaoran, who shook his head and flopped down onto his seat. Tomoyo patted Syaoran on the shoulder and frowned.
"I tried everything to get her to talk," Tomoyo stated, her amethyst eyes becoming worried. "She won't budge. But I know something's wrong."
"Well then we're all on the same page. Something's wrong with her, and I caused it. I just want to know why she hates me so much." Syaoran said, his voice muffled as he rested his head on his hands. Sakura walked up behind Syaoran and looked at Tomoyo and Eriol, then glared down at Syaoran, who had no idea she was there.
"Tomoyo can I talk to you?" Sakura asked, and Syaoran practically leapt out of his chair, partially because he had been startled, and also because Sakura was there behind him. He looked back at her, and she glared down at him.
"Mind your own fucking business." Sakura snapped, then grabbed Tomoyo's arm and began to lead her out the door to the courtyard.
"That's it. I'm fucking sick of her attitude. I'm going to get to the bottom of this right now." Syaoran stated, getting up and stomping out after Sakura. Eriol rose to his feet and quickly followed. Whatever was going on, Tomoyo didn't need to be there; this was between Sakura and Syaoran.
"Sakura!" Syaoran called, and the two girls turned around. Sakura scowled and turned to continue, but Syaoran caught her arm and turned her to face him. Eriol caught up to Tomoyo and began to lead her away from the fighting couple.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Syaoran spat angrily, his amber eyes blazing. Sakura's emerald pools glared back with equal fire in them and she wrenched her arm free of his grasp.
"I told you not to fucking talk to me. Just leave me the hell alone. You've done enough damage." Sakura retorted, and Syaoran stopped. He scratched his head in bewilderment. Tomoyo stopped Eriol from taking her away and stood away from the couple, listening to what they were saying.
"What are you talking about? I didn't think not saying goodbye to you when I left would turn you into this icy person in front of me." Syaoran muttered, his eyes linked to Sakura's, searching for an answer. Sakura turned around, tears forming in her beautiful eyes.
"How old was it?" she asked, and Syaoran became completely confused. What in the hell was she referring to?!
"How old was what? I don't know what you're talking about, Sakura!" Syaoran cried, throwing his hands up into the air. Tomoyo looked at Eriol, her violet eyes showing her confusion. It was mirrored in her boyfriend's eyes as well.
"The condom. How old was it, because it matters." Sakura stated, not facing Syaoran. He scratched his chin. He had no idea how old it had been, it had just been there. And it was a damn good thing it was, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten together that night a month ago.
"Who in the hell cares about something stupid like that?" Syaoran asked, growing more frustrated. Sakura whipped around and revealed her tear stained face.
"THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT BECAUSE IT BROKE, THAT'S WHO!" Sakura yelled.
Silence.
Syaoran couldn't believe what he was hearing. The courtyard was silent as her words reverberated in his head. Eriol and Tomoyo, hearing this, stared in complete and utter shock as they let the information sink into their brains. She was pregnant. He was the father. Unreal. . .
"You're . . . you can't be!" Syaoran stammered, incredulous. His mind moved back to the night they had sex, and how he had hastily put the condom on. Maybe he had torn it. Holy shit, he tore it, and now he had gotten a girl pregnant. And not just any girl. Sakura. Man was he in trouble or what?!
"Yeah you heard me. I'm pregnant. My whole life is OVER. I can't go to college, I can't have a future, hell I might not even graduate high school. Thanks a lot, Syaoran." Sakura spat, using Syaoran's name for the first time. He felt like dirt, like he had ruined her. How could he have been so stupid?!
'I've got a baby. I'm going to be a father, and I'm only seventeen. . . 'Syaoran thought. He desperately looked at Eriol, who shrugged and looked at him with completely dumbfounded blue eyes.
"Ok we need to talk." Syaoran said, but Sakura shook her head.
"No. I don't ever want to speak with you again." She replied, then took off out of the courtyard and into the school once again.
"Now what?" Eriol asked Syaoran as Tomoyo took off after her best friend. Syaoran shook his head and slumped his shoulders. His mind was spinning. So many things were whizzing by, and he felt overwhelmed.
"I don't know."
*This is it for now. Watch for an update, because hopefully my computer will be fixed by this coming weekend. Thanks again for being cool and reviewing, and find out what happens next! Will Sakura find it in her heart to accept Syaoran? Can he step up to the role of parenting? Find out next weekend!*