Summer Essence
Author's Note: Chapter four is gonna be kind of weird, cause eh, I don't know. It's just going to be similar to a lot of things, only slightly different. In the end everything will be... well you'll see. Please don't flame if it's similar to "Childhood Crush" by StarJade. I never intended it to be that way or to have you think it like that, anyways ja!
Chapter Four
Hiding Secrets
As they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, Yelan, Fujitaka, and Touya assumed that the two had already set up a second bed and Syaoran's things in Sakura's room. How wrong they were. Syaoran and Sakura were snug in Sakura's pink colored bed, drifting off under the soft, dim glow of the moonlight brightened with a "star shower" that overlooked the two.
"Hmm...?" Sakura moaned, her arms wrapped around Syaoran.
"Hmm?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her.
Suddenly Sakura snapped out of her sleep, noticing that she and Syaoran had slept like this the whole night – in each other's arms!
"Syaoran, we're... we've overslept!" she gasped. She broke away from the embrace, feeling cold again.
He looked at her with hurt eyes. His beautiful, glossy amber eyes were now dimmed with pain and hurt when Sakura broke away. Was she... cheating on someone to be with him?
"I... you said... you said we can't let anyone know we're in love because you've got an arranged marriage! I can't let Yelan-san and Sonomi-san know that their "arranged" marriage will go to a waste! I just can't!" Sakura wailed.
"W... what? But Sakura, if you won't tell with me, then I'll tell them myself!" he said, knowing that his words could have speared Sakura's heart.
"But Syaoran! Don't you think about Tomoyo? I'm sure she's still in love with you!" Sakura shouted.
"No, she's not. I talked to her before I talked to you, asked her a couple of questions and turns out she's in love with someone else, or so she says. She told me there was no arranged marriage that she knew of, and told me to... to go to you," he said. "She also said that you've been waiting forever for me, and I have been waiting forever for you. I finally found out my purpose in life – to take care of you, to love you, to hold you, to treasure you."
"Syaoran..." she whispered. He waited.
"Syaoran... that is what I feel too. I... I live for you, I live to hold you, I live to see you, I live to care for you, I live for that one purpose – for the man I love... for you," Sakura said quietly.
"R... re... really?" he stammered. She nodded. "Then we must tell them now!" he said almost forcefully, getting up from the bed.
"Do we have to? What if it shatters someone's happiness?" she pleaded.
"We must."
We must... we must... you must... you must... my darling, you must find your angel, find her, show her, love her, care for her, and most important my Xiolang, treasure her.
Yelan's lullaby. No, not hers, it was Syaoran's. Syaoran's childhood lullaby. It echoed in his mind, echoed in his heart. All along it talked about that "emerald-eyed angel" that he came to the conclusion was Sakura. Why didn't she sing a lullaby with an "amethyst-eyed angel" instead? Could she have known his fate, his destiny?
"Fine. But if someone's heart shatters, it is completely your fault," she said "playfully".
He lifted her in his arms, noticing she was still wobbly from the night before. He could feel her cold body, shaking slightly. He wondered what had happened, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. It was probably because of him surprising her like that.
Thump, thump, thump. He walked down the stairs with Sakura in his arms, and he was careful that he did not trip over the velvety carpeting. Slowly he came down to the Kinomoto kitchen, where Yelan, Fujitaka, Sonomi, Tomoyo, Touya, and Yukito resided.
They chatted lightly, laughing with each comment said until they finally noticed the girl and the boy coming towards them.
All of a sudden Syaoran froze. He couldn't do this, with so many eyes upon him and Sakura pushing her face into his chest. He could feel swollen and forbidden tears swelling up in her eyes and his cottony sweater dried them from her eyes.
"S... Syaoran?" Tomoyo stammered.
"S... Sa... Sakura is... is ill," he managed to stay, sniffling up the swelling lies that wrestled within him.
"Sakura, but you looked perfectly fine yesterday!" Tomoyo gasped, rushing to Sakura who was entangled in Syaoran's arms.
She quickly turned her friend's face toward her. She could feel Sakura's shivers and her cheeks were cold. Her emerald eyes were faded and her auburn hair looked dim.
"W... what happened?" Tomoyo gasped, her face paling at the sight. Sakura looked at her, Tomoyo's face and the rest of reality fading away from her sight. Then she saw herself in chapel. No, not a chapel, outside. A mansion's backyard that was full of cherry blossom trees, little cherry blossom flowers peeling off the branches and floating down to where a girl – no, a young woman – was standing, in a white wedding dress. Sakura gasped.
She had beautiful auburn hair that brushed down past her shoulders that barely past her bosoms, sparkly emerald eyes, a childish face, and a lovely, grown smile. She looked stunning in the gown. Her figure was slender and the veil was of a sheer silk. Sakura could barely see the face, but that woman's eyes were the clearest under the veil. She gasped, looking at that woman. She looked so beautiful, so... so angelic.
Then she turned her attention towards the groom. She was in a high balcony, so it was difficult to see the couple that was about to be wed. He had chestnut hair that was being tousled by the breeze the blew the cherry blossoms down, shiny amber eyes, and an almost-crooked smile. His eyes were beaming on his love, one arm winded around her father.
The father wore glasses. His hair was a brownish-golden hue. So much like her own father. She could see him leaning down to whisper something to his daughter. Sakura sighed, but... where was the mother? There... was no mother?
She then focused her attention to the bridesmaids and maid of honor. There, standing in the "maid of honor position" was a young woman with long, shiny, black hair. Her eyes were of a glossy amethyst color. She stood there, brilliantly, carrying a tiny bouquet of peonies while the bridesmaids carried a smaller bouquet with cherry blossoms. But the bride carried a bouquet that included both the cherry blossom flower and peony flower.
Who's wedding is this? Everything seems... seems so familiar. Sakura thought, and before she knew it, her heart was aching, but... for who or what? Why?
Sakura pondered about it until the end of the ceremony, until the bride and groomed had kissed. The veil was lifted and Sakura could almost see an "older" version of her. Then she realized that this was her own wedding! She could see the best man. He had deep blue hair, almost like... a black night. It was like a navy blue – midnight blue. His eyes tinkled at the sight of his friend's happiness. They were a beautiful dark blue sea color. His shoulders were broad and not exactly stiff. His hair waved around, being tousled and blown. It was no longer neat and perfect but... a tad messy.
Is this... m... my wedding? Who is the groom, I can't make out his face. Sakura thought blindly.
a/n: You should know who's the groom with that many details. Well, read and review, read and review and arigato for taking the time to read it! You have helped by simply reading Summer Essence's fourth chapter! Arigato again!