*Sorry to my readers for the late update, and I am even more sorry to those
who review 'cause I can't keep my computer on long enough to put you in the
credits. It has taken me all day to get this working. Hopefully I can get
this monster fixed soon though. Anyway, go on and read this before you all
go mad!*
The Luckiest
Helping Hand
It had been a whole week. Seven days of ignored phone calls and confrontations ending with Sakura running away and Syaoran feeling even worse about the whole situation. He still couldn't quite believe he had fathered a child with her; it seemed impossible for their circumstances to have even come about. The odds of that happening to them were just to freakishly huge that the fact that he indeed got Sakura pregnant made his mind swim.
And she didn't even want him near her.
How was he going to be in his future son or daughter's life when Sakura hated him, and wanted nothing to do with him? He would do the honorable thing and marry her if she would let him. He wasn't in love with her by far; he was more stricken by her beauty. It was an infatuation. But he would step up and take her and the child on and treat her well, even if it never did come to love.
'I have to do SOMETHING. I can't just let this go.' Syaoran thought as he walked down the sidewalk toward the school. He had taken to walking to school, despite Eriol's constant reminder that he had a vehicle to take him there. Walking brought more calm to his dizzy brain. Sakura wasn't his only problem he'd developed; in fact he had several others where she came from.
A distant second to the pregnancy was the soccer team he had joined. Not only had he come in a month late, he excelled, and the coach loved him. He was on the starting line on the first day, and had secured himself a place on the team effortlessly. How could this be bad for him? Don't forget about the other team members who had tried out and played together as a team for a month before Syaoran had arrived. His dark amber eyes grew hard as he remembered how cruel the others were, and how their jealousy was all too obvious to him.
~Flashback~
"You've got a pretty good game there, Li." Coach Todaki said, nodding with approval at the sweaty youth before him. Syaoran bowed, his dark amber eyes closed as he leaned down. Behind him, ten other youths watched with envy in their eyes. This guy had just walked onto the field with a soccer ball and a scowl. Who did he think he was?
"Thank you, Coach Todaki." Syaoran answered back, flipping the soccer ball from the ground into his hand with the flick of his foot. He smirked as he watched the coach look him over. It was too easy to impress these people.
'Maybe this will take my mind off of her for at least a short part of the day.' Syaoran thought as the coach began talking about fitting him for a uniform. He had been trying to get Sakura to talk to him for almost three days, and to no avail. It killed him to see her try and hide her misery under a plastic smile and make-up. He had noticed her eyes were baggy, as if she hadn't been sleeping well. How could she? Shaking his messy chocolate head, Syaoran turned his attention back to the coach.
"How would you like to start for the game tomorrow? You up for that, Li?" Todaki asked, looking at Syaoran with scrutiny. Syaoran nodded, and the man clapped his hands together with satisfaction.
"Good. We'll be seeing you tomorrow then, around 3. Everyone hit the showers we've had enough for today." Coach Todaki called out to the other members of the team, who stood with their arms crossed for a moment, then turned and walked away.
As Syaoran walked with the team to the showers, he was stopped by a young man around his height with electric blue hair. His intense brown eyes stared into Syaoran's equally intense stare as he frowned. Syaoran noticed the other team members gather up behind the blue haired young man, their scowls more than evident.
"So you think you can just walk onto our team and take over? Well fuck that. We're a team, and we don't need you. You can just forget coming to the game tomorrow because we don't need your worthless ass on the field." The boy said, his voice acidic. Syaoran tilted his head to the side and smirked, the pushed past the whole crew and started to change.
"And that's why your coach thinks I should start in your precious game then? Spare me your hostility. I've played on teams that could smear yours into the grass. Just a reminder for the future, I came here against my will, and some things aren't going my way so I'm already pissed. Save yourselves the time and don't make me any more angry." Syaoran stated, tossing on a shirt and snatching his bag, stalking out of the locker room without even taking a shower.
He walked all the way home, fuming over the stupid team who needed him and wouldn't accept that in their small narrow minds. Nothing in this stupid country seemed to be working out for him. He had to live with the fact that he got a girl pregnant and made her hate him, and couldn't make a friend to save his life. All he had was Eriol and Tomoyo, and even she wasn't too fond of him for "marring" her best friend. Sighing, Syaoran continued, his steps taking him home as the sun slowly set in the sky, casting an orange shadow behind Syaoran.
~End~
Now Syaoran was at school, and as he had been doing for a week, he walked into class and took his seat behind Sakura, who pretended he wasn't there. He stared at the back of her head for a moment, at the long honey hair pulled into a ponytail. He wanted so much to just reach out and touch her, take her into his arms and comfort her. He knew she was worried, frightened, and constantly thinking about what she was going to make of her now shattered future. He hated himself for making this happen, but it wasn't as though he knew what would happen. Syaoran sighed, and he heard Sakura sigh as well, her head sinking as she laid it on the desk.
"Are you okay?" he asked, shocked after he had said it. It sounded so foreign, his voice of concern floating out over a sea of oblivious conversation. Sakura sat up and turned around, her emerald eyes burning.
"Fuck no I'm not okay. I'm nauseated. I feel like I could throw up any second and-"Sakura snapped. She stopped suddenly, and Syaoran noticed her face flush. She got out of her seat and hurried past Eriol and Tomoyo to run out the door. Syaoran hesitated for a moment as the whole class turned and looked from Sakura's retreating form back to where he was sitting. His cheeks heated up immensely as Syaoran stood and walked briskly out of the classroom to follow Sakura.
"Eriol, do you think he can get through to her? She shouldn't be going through this without him." Tomoyo asked her boyfriend, who looked at the violet eyed beauty with dark eyes without an answer.
"I don't know. I hope so." He replied. Tomoyo shook her head and turned her attention to the teacher who had just walked in.
"Kinomoto and Li. . . where are they?" the tall teacher asked. Tomoyo and Eriol looked at each other quickly before Tomoyo took the reins and controlled what could have become a vicious rumor.
"Sakura was getting sick, and Syaoran went out to make sure she was ok." Tomoyo said quickly, earning a quick smile from Eriol, who nodded and folded his hands over his book.
"Well, we can't wait for them. We have a lot of information to cover today." The teacher said, sliding his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose and opening his book, prompting the students to open their books as well.
Syaoran walked down the hall to the women's bathroom and stopped. He knew he shouldn't go in, but he had to make sure Sakura was okay. He hesitantly opened the door and walked in, praying no other girls were in there. He saw a pair of knees kneeling down in the middle stall, and peered inside to find Sakura heaving up her breakfast, miserable sobs escaping her mouth. Syaoran slipped in and knelt down with her, rubbing her shoulders.
"Get the fuck away from me." Sakura demanded weakly, struggling to hold down what was left of her meal that morning. Syaoran looked deep into her green eyes and shook his head, his lips forming a thin determined line. Sakura tried to protest, but threw up again. Syaoran rubbed Sakura's back as she brought everything up, until she had nothing left to bring up. Exhausted, she leaned back, into Syaoran's arms. She wasn't strong enough to resist him at the moment. Syaoran reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of soda crackers.
"Here. I've had these for awhile. I guess I was waiting for a time I could use them." Syaoran said. Sakura batted the crackers out of Syaoran's hand and struggled to her feet, her slim body moving to the sinks where she washed out her mouth.
"Last time I used something you had kept for awhile, I got pregnant." Sakura hissed. She started for the door, but Syaoran caught her arm.
"You know, you can't blame me for all of this. I wasn't the only one there that night. I wasn't the only one who took a risk. And I wasn't the one who forgot to even mention the idea of a condom until right before we had sex. You're as accountable as I am." Syaoran snapped, finally losing his cool. Sakura stared him straight in the eyes, her stare unwavering.
"So you're saying you wouldn't have mentioned it at all? You would have fucked me without one and gotten me pregnant anyway. I'll bet you wouldn't have felt bad at all either. You only feel bad right now because you know you messed up." Sakura argued, and Syaoran's eyes clouded.
"In any instance, I would have provided for you the way a man should. I do not run from responsibility." Syaoran said calmly, his stare still fixed on Sakura. Standing before him, she was a trembling mess of a girl. He could tell she was getting sick a lot, and she wasn't sleeping. But as much as he tried to talk to her, she pushed him away with more force.
"I'm going to class. You stop following me and leave me alone." Sakura bit, wiping a stray hair out of her face before stalking out of the bathroom. Syaoran walked with her, and they entered the class and took their seats without questions from their instructor.
Later, Syaoran was walking home from school when he spied Sakura walking alone down the sidewalk. Tomoyo was nowhere in sight, which wasn't like her. Taking yet another opportunity, Syaoran approached Sakura and walked beside her, trying to get her to acknowledge his presence.
"What part of leave me alone don't you get?" Sakura asked, her eyes trained on the horizon in front of her.
"I won't leave you alone until I find out exactly why you're so intent on me not helping you." Syaoran replied, his own gaze on the road in front of him. Sakura stopped, and Syaoran stopped a couple feet ahead of her.
"You know why I don't want you around? Because you are a reminder that not only is my life over, but I have no family anymore!" Sakura shouted, not caring who heard her. Syaoran became confused; the girl was being so damn cryptic, he couldn't figure her out.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Syaoran asked, stepping up to Sakura and looking deep into her eyes. Somewhere behind all that hatred was the answer, and he was going to find it. Sakura drew a ragged breath and let it out in a weary sigh.
"When my dad and brother found out about my little problem, they kicked me out. I have been living in Tomoyo's apartment for a couple weeks now. They were all I had left Syaoran." Sakura said quietly, her eyes watering and her lower lip quivering.
"God, Sakura, I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I didn't want this to happen as much as you didn't. Just let me help you through this." Syaoran said quietly, his eyes pleading with Sakura to let him do something. Anything. Sakura sighed and shook her head.
"You've done enough." The teen said as she turned and walked away, leaving Syaoran alone on the sidewalk. He sighed and hung his head. There had to be some way to make her see that he wanted nothing more than to be there for her.
But how?
*So I have decided that I made Sakura into a pretty big bitch. But who cares, it's my fic! Thanks a lot to those of you who read this, and review for me, and I'll try and make amends for not putting you in this week! Bye!*
The Luckiest
Helping Hand
It had been a whole week. Seven days of ignored phone calls and confrontations ending with Sakura running away and Syaoran feeling even worse about the whole situation. He still couldn't quite believe he had fathered a child with her; it seemed impossible for their circumstances to have even come about. The odds of that happening to them were just to freakishly huge that the fact that he indeed got Sakura pregnant made his mind swim.
And she didn't even want him near her.
How was he going to be in his future son or daughter's life when Sakura hated him, and wanted nothing to do with him? He would do the honorable thing and marry her if she would let him. He wasn't in love with her by far; he was more stricken by her beauty. It was an infatuation. But he would step up and take her and the child on and treat her well, even if it never did come to love.
'I have to do SOMETHING. I can't just let this go.' Syaoran thought as he walked down the sidewalk toward the school. He had taken to walking to school, despite Eriol's constant reminder that he had a vehicle to take him there. Walking brought more calm to his dizzy brain. Sakura wasn't his only problem he'd developed; in fact he had several others where she came from.
A distant second to the pregnancy was the soccer team he had joined. Not only had he come in a month late, he excelled, and the coach loved him. He was on the starting line on the first day, and had secured himself a place on the team effortlessly. How could this be bad for him? Don't forget about the other team members who had tried out and played together as a team for a month before Syaoran had arrived. His dark amber eyes grew hard as he remembered how cruel the others were, and how their jealousy was all too obvious to him.
~Flashback~
"You've got a pretty good game there, Li." Coach Todaki said, nodding with approval at the sweaty youth before him. Syaoran bowed, his dark amber eyes closed as he leaned down. Behind him, ten other youths watched with envy in their eyes. This guy had just walked onto the field with a soccer ball and a scowl. Who did he think he was?
"Thank you, Coach Todaki." Syaoran answered back, flipping the soccer ball from the ground into his hand with the flick of his foot. He smirked as he watched the coach look him over. It was too easy to impress these people.
'Maybe this will take my mind off of her for at least a short part of the day.' Syaoran thought as the coach began talking about fitting him for a uniform. He had been trying to get Sakura to talk to him for almost three days, and to no avail. It killed him to see her try and hide her misery under a plastic smile and make-up. He had noticed her eyes were baggy, as if she hadn't been sleeping well. How could she? Shaking his messy chocolate head, Syaoran turned his attention back to the coach.
"How would you like to start for the game tomorrow? You up for that, Li?" Todaki asked, looking at Syaoran with scrutiny. Syaoran nodded, and the man clapped his hands together with satisfaction.
"Good. We'll be seeing you tomorrow then, around 3. Everyone hit the showers we've had enough for today." Coach Todaki called out to the other members of the team, who stood with their arms crossed for a moment, then turned and walked away.
As Syaoran walked with the team to the showers, he was stopped by a young man around his height with electric blue hair. His intense brown eyes stared into Syaoran's equally intense stare as he frowned. Syaoran noticed the other team members gather up behind the blue haired young man, their scowls more than evident.
"So you think you can just walk onto our team and take over? Well fuck that. We're a team, and we don't need you. You can just forget coming to the game tomorrow because we don't need your worthless ass on the field." The boy said, his voice acidic. Syaoran tilted his head to the side and smirked, the pushed past the whole crew and started to change.
"And that's why your coach thinks I should start in your precious game then? Spare me your hostility. I've played on teams that could smear yours into the grass. Just a reminder for the future, I came here against my will, and some things aren't going my way so I'm already pissed. Save yourselves the time and don't make me any more angry." Syaoran stated, tossing on a shirt and snatching his bag, stalking out of the locker room without even taking a shower.
He walked all the way home, fuming over the stupid team who needed him and wouldn't accept that in their small narrow minds. Nothing in this stupid country seemed to be working out for him. He had to live with the fact that he got a girl pregnant and made her hate him, and couldn't make a friend to save his life. All he had was Eriol and Tomoyo, and even she wasn't too fond of him for "marring" her best friend. Sighing, Syaoran continued, his steps taking him home as the sun slowly set in the sky, casting an orange shadow behind Syaoran.
~End~
Now Syaoran was at school, and as he had been doing for a week, he walked into class and took his seat behind Sakura, who pretended he wasn't there. He stared at the back of her head for a moment, at the long honey hair pulled into a ponytail. He wanted so much to just reach out and touch her, take her into his arms and comfort her. He knew she was worried, frightened, and constantly thinking about what she was going to make of her now shattered future. He hated himself for making this happen, but it wasn't as though he knew what would happen. Syaoran sighed, and he heard Sakura sigh as well, her head sinking as she laid it on the desk.
"Are you okay?" he asked, shocked after he had said it. It sounded so foreign, his voice of concern floating out over a sea of oblivious conversation. Sakura sat up and turned around, her emerald eyes burning.
"Fuck no I'm not okay. I'm nauseated. I feel like I could throw up any second and-"Sakura snapped. She stopped suddenly, and Syaoran noticed her face flush. She got out of her seat and hurried past Eriol and Tomoyo to run out the door. Syaoran hesitated for a moment as the whole class turned and looked from Sakura's retreating form back to where he was sitting. His cheeks heated up immensely as Syaoran stood and walked briskly out of the classroom to follow Sakura.
"Eriol, do you think he can get through to her? She shouldn't be going through this without him." Tomoyo asked her boyfriend, who looked at the violet eyed beauty with dark eyes without an answer.
"I don't know. I hope so." He replied. Tomoyo shook her head and turned her attention to the teacher who had just walked in.
"Kinomoto and Li. . . where are they?" the tall teacher asked. Tomoyo and Eriol looked at each other quickly before Tomoyo took the reins and controlled what could have become a vicious rumor.
"Sakura was getting sick, and Syaoran went out to make sure she was ok." Tomoyo said quickly, earning a quick smile from Eriol, who nodded and folded his hands over his book.
"Well, we can't wait for them. We have a lot of information to cover today." The teacher said, sliding his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose and opening his book, prompting the students to open their books as well.
Syaoran walked down the hall to the women's bathroom and stopped. He knew he shouldn't go in, but he had to make sure Sakura was okay. He hesitantly opened the door and walked in, praying no other girls were in there. He saw a pair of knees kneeling down in the middle stall, and peered inside to find Sakura heaving up her breakfast, miserable sobs escaping her mouth. Syaoran slipped in and knelt down with her, rubbing her shoulders.
"Get the fuck away from me." Sakura demanded weakly, struggling to hold down what was left of her meal that morning. Syaoran looked deep into her green eyes and shook his head, his lips forming a thin determined line. Sakura tried to protest, but threw up again. Syaoran rubbed Sakura's back as she brought everything up, until she had nothing left to bring up. Exhausted, she leaned back, into Syaoran's arms. She wasn't strong enough to resist him at the moment. Syaoran reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of soda crackers.
"Here. I've had these for awhile. I guess I was waiting for a time I could use them." Syaoran said. Sakura batted the crackers out of Syaoran's hand and struggled to her feet, her slim body moving to the sinks where she washed out her mouth.
"Last time I used something you had kept for awhile, I got pregnant." Sakura hissed. She started for the door, but Syaoran caught her arm.
"You know, you can't blame me for all of this. I wasn't the only one there that night. I wasn't the only one who took a risk. And I wasn't the one who forgot to even mention the idea of a condom until right before we had sex. You're as accountable as I am." Syaoran snapped, finally losing his cool. Sakura stared him straight in the eyes, her stare unwavering.
"So you're saying you wouldn't have mentioned it at all? You would have fucked me without one and gotten me pregnant anyway. I'll bet you wouldn't have felt bad at all either. You only feel bad right now because you know you messed up." Sakura argued, and Syaoran's eyes clouded.
"In any instance, I would have provided for you the way a man should. I do not run from responsibility." Syaoran said calmly, his stare still fixed on Sakura. Standing before him, she was a trembling mess of a girl. He could tell she was getting sick a lot, and she wasn't sleeping. But as much as he tried to talk to her, she pushed him away with more force.
"I'm going to class. You stop following me and leave me alone." Sakura bit, wiping a stray hair out of her face before stalking out of the bathroom. Syaoran walked with her, and they entered the class and took their seats without questions from their instructor.
Later, Syaoran was walking home from school when he spied Sakura walking alone down the sidewalk. Tomoyo was nowhere in sight, which wasn't like her. Taking yet another opportunity, Syaoran approached Sakura and walked beside her, trying to get her to acknowledge his presence.
"What part of leave me alone don't you get?" Sakura asked, her eyes trained on the horizon in front of her.
"I won't leave you alone until I find out exactly why you're so intent on me not helping you." Syaoran replied, his own gaze on the road in front of him. Sakura stopped, and Syaoran stopped a couple feet ahead of her.
"You know why I don't want you around? Because you are a reminder that not only is my life over, but I have no family anymore!" Sakura shouted, not caring who heard her. Syaoran became confused; the girl was being so damn cryptic, he couldn't figure her out.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Syaoran asked, stepping up to Sakura and looking deep into her eyes. Somewhere behind all that hatred was the answer, and he was going to find it. Sakura drew a ragged breath and let it out in a weary sigh.
"When my dad and brother found out about my little problem, they kicked me out. I have been living in Tomoyo's apartment for a couple weeks now. They were all I had left Syaoran." Sakura said quietly, her eyes watering and her lower lip quivering.
"God, Sakura, I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I didn't want this to happen as much as you didn't. Just let me help you through this." Syaoran said quietly, his eyes pleading with Sakura to let him do something. Anything. Sakura sighed and shook her head.
"You've done enough." The teen said as she turned and walked away, leaving Syaoran alone on the sidewalk. He sighed and hung his head. There had to be some way to make her see that he wanted nothing more than to be there for her.
But how?
*So I have decided that I made Sakura into a pretty big bitch. But who cares, it's my fic! Thanks a lot to those of you who read this, and review for me, and I'll try and make amends for not putting you in this week! Bye!*