To Fall In Love With A Dancer
Disclaimer: CCS does not belong to me.
Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much liven4Him101, for reviewing! I love you! =)
Chapter 2-Rude Acquaintance
Sakura Kinomoto tiredly walked towards her old, yet useful car. `What a day,' she thought. `Once I get home, I'm going to take a long nice bath.' She sighed blissfully at the thought. Closing the door of her car, she made herself comfortable and stuck the key into the ignition.
`That's weird,' she thought. `The engine won't start.' Feeling panic arise, she took a few deep breaths and took off her dance jacket.
"Come on car, work for me baby!" she said aloud, hoping that her car would magically hear her. But instead, the car coughed twice and lay dead. Muttering, she got out of the car and began to jog home. `It's only about a mile and a half,' she thought optimistically. But Sakura's optimism shattered as she heard a loud roar of thunder.
"Just great!" she groaned. Rubbing her bare shoulders, she continued to jog home. In her head, she was cursing herself for forgetting her jacket in the car. Before long, Sakura was soaked to the bone. She had given up jogging, and was now running in order to keep herself warm. Quickly scanning both sides of the street, Sakura made an illegal dash across the street. Halfway there, she heard a loud honking and tires screeching. Thanks to fifteen years of dancing, her quick reflexes reacted, and Sakura made a wild jump out of the way, landing in a puddle.
Not long after, Sakura awoke to a hand patting her cheek softly.
"Hey, wake up. Wake up. You're still breathing, so wake up."
`Where am I?' she wondered.
Trying to remember what had just happened, she began to look at her surroundings. But before she had a chance to find out, her eyes locked with a young man with angry amber eyes.
"Are you okay?" he demanded.
Sakura opened her mouth to reply but before she could make a sound, he rudely interrupted her.
"What were you thinking, you clumsy little girl? Did you forget to wear your glasses Daddy bought for you? Or did you just want to commit suicide? I almost killed you. Don't just look at me, talk to me damn it!"
Sakura was fuming. The man had called her a `clumsy' little girl!
"Well excuse me! I was going to say something until opened your big mouth and interrupted me! And for your information, I'm not a clumsy little girl nor do I need glasses! Who do you think you are?"
Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes, but her pride wouldn't let her cry in front of a man who blamed her for the near accident. Instead, she kept quiet, and shifted her eyes to the wet floor.
Raking a hand through his wet hair, Syaoran sighed tiredly. `First, my boss makes me look like an idiot, and now, I nearly kill an innocent girl.'
"Come on, I'll take you home." Syaoran finally said.
Surprised, Sakura raised her eyes to meet his serious amber ones.
"Do you want a ride home or not?" he demanded.
Sakura slowly nodded her head and got up. When she got in, the stranger threw her his leather jacket.
"Wear it. You're cold and wet. Now tell me the directions to your house."
As he drove, Sakura quietly told him the directions.
Hearing her shaky voice, Syaoran glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
`Poor girl. Beautiful too. I must've scared her,' he thought guiltily.
Finally arriving at the house, Syaoran decided to tell her he was sorry for being rash, but his mouth thought otherwise.
"Remember, if you don't want to get lost little girl, hold your Daddy's hand." Finding his little joke funny, he laughed.
Annoyed at his comment, Sakura cursed and got out of the car.
"Hey, wait!" Syaoran called out.
But it was too late. She slammed the door shut and stormed into the house without glancing back.
Sighing, he drove off, absently thinking of her.
`The nerve of him.' Sakura thought angrily as she headed towards the shower room.
Suddenly feeling chilly, she hugged her jacket close to her. Surprised to smell cologne, she looked down at herself. She had forgotten to return his jacket. Pulling it closer to herself she sighed. It smelled so much like him. So male. Shaking off the thought, she went into her room to hang the jacket.
`If he wants his jacket back, he'll have to come back to get it,' she thought with a smile, preparing herself for a nice, long, warm bath.
Read and review please? Please? It would mean a lot to me.
Disclaimer: CCS does not belong to me.
Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much liven4Him101, for reviewing! I love you! =)
Chapter 2-Rude Acquaintance
Sakura Kinomoto tiredly walked towards her old, yet useful car. `What a day,' she thought. `Once I get home, I'm going to take a long nice bath.' She sighed blissfully at the thought. Closing the door of her car, she made herself comfortable and stuck the key into the ignition.
`That's weird,' she thought. `The engine won't start.' Feeling panic arise, she took a few deep breaths and took off her dance jacket.
"Come on car, work for me baby!" she said aloud, hoping that her car would magically hear her. But instead, the car coughed twice and lay dead. Muttering, she got out of the car and began to jog home. `It's only about a mile and a half,' she thought optimistically. But Sakura's optimism shattered as she heard a loud roar of thunder.
"Just great!" she groaned. Rubbing her bare shoulders, she continued to jog home. In her head, she was cursing herself for forgetting her jacket in the car. Before long, Sakura was soaked to the bone. She had given up jogging, and was now running in order to keep herself warm. Quickly scanning both sides of the street, Sakura made an illegal dash across the street. Halfway there, she heard a loud honking and tires screeching. Thanks to fifteen years of dancing, her quick reflexes reacted, and Sakura made a wild jump out of the way, landing in a puddle.
Not long after, Sakura awoke to a hand patting her cheek softly.
"Hey, wake up. Wake up. You're still breathing, so wake up."
`Where am I?' she wondered.
Trying to remember what had just happened, she began to look at her surroundings. But before she had a chance to find out, her eyes locked with a young man with angry amber eyes.
"Are you okay?" he demanded.
Sakura opened her mouth to reply but before she could make a sound, he rudely interrupted her.
"What were you thinking, you clumsy little girl? Did you forget to wear your glasses Daddy bought for you? Or did you just want to commit suicide? I almost killed you. Don't just look at me, talk to me damn it!"
Sakura was fuming. The man had called her a `clumsy' little girl!
"Well excuse me! I was going to say something until opened your big mouth and interrupted me! And for your information, I'm not a clumsy little girl nor do I need glasses! Who do you think you are?"
Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes, but her pride wouldn't let her cry in front of a man who blamed her for the near accident. Instead, she kept quiet, and shifted her eyes to the wet floor.
Raking a hand through his wet hair, Syaoran sighed tiredly. `First, my boss makes me look like an idiot, and now, I nearly kill an innocent girl.'
"Come on, I'll take you home." Syaoran finally said.
Surprised, Sakura raised her eyes to meet his serious amber ones.
"Do you want a ride home or not?" he demanded.
Sakura slowly nodded her head and got up. When she got in, the stranger threw her his leather jacket.
"Wear it. You're cold and wet. Now tell me the directions to your house."
As he drove, Sakura quietly told him the directions.
Hearing her shaky voice, Syaoran glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
`Poor girl. Beautiful too. I must've scared her,' he thought guiltily.
Finally arriving at the house, Syaoran decided to tell her he was sorry for being rash, but his mouth thought otherwise.
"Remember, if you don't want to get lost little girl, hold your Daddy's hand." Finding his little joke funny, he laughed.
Annoyed at his comment, Sakura cursed and got out of the car.
"Hey, wait!" Syaoran called out.
But it was too late. She slammed the door shut and stormed into the house without glancing back.
Sighing, he drove off, absently thinking of her.
`The nerve of him.' Sakura thought angrily as she headed towards the shower room.
Suddenly feeling chilly, she hugged her jacket close to her. Surprised to smell cologne, she looked down at herself. She had forgotten to return his jacket. Pulling it closer to herself she sighed. It smelled so much like him. So male. Shaking off the thought, she went into her room to hang the jacket.
`If he wants his jacket back, he'll have to come back to get it,' she thought with a smile, preparing herself for a nice, long, warm bath.
Read and review please? Please? It would mean a lot to me.