*Well, it seems that this fic has gotten at least some attention, which is
awesome! Thanks to those of you who reviewed, ya'll are great! Here's
chapter two, hope you like it!*
Reviewers: anjuliet, amber-eyez, Emily, Cherry Jade, alex, Kikakai, Kayne, & sweet-captor
With You
"Syao . . . Syaoran?!" Sakura gasped, looking into the very familiar face in front of her. Holding her with two strong arms, a tall man around Sakura age scowled down at her. His eyes seemed to soften at the mentioning of his name, and he helped Sakura regain her balance.
"How did you know my name?" he asked, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He looked at the girl from head to toe, trying desperately to remember who she was.
A pixie haircut crowned the girl's head, short pieces of dull honey colored tresses spiked out in many directions. Her face was bruised in a couple places, like she had recently gotten into a fight. The girl was wearing a coat she must have outgrown long ago. Syaoran watched as she pulled it around her as best she could.
"You don't recognize me?" Sakura asked, trying to jog the boy's memory. How could he forget her? They had been so close three years ago.
Syaoran looked carefully at the young woman in front of him, his fingers scratching his head as he thought. Her emerald eyes reminded him of a friend he hadn't heard from in years, but they were dull and very much unlike those his friend possessed.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you." Syaoran apologized. Sakura shook her head, looking away from Syaoran.
"I didn't think you would. A lot's changed in three years, eh Syaoran?" Sakura murmured, her eyes moving back to meet Syaoran's.
"Look, I don't know how I know you. I'm sorry." Syaoran answered, turning to walk away.
"It's me, Syaoran. Sakura." Sakura blurted. She watched Syaoran whip around, his eyes wide with realization.
"Sakura?! God, I didn't even recognize you!" Syaoran cried. Sakura forced a smile and nodded slowly.
"I didn't doubt it. I don't look anything like I did when we last saw each other." Sakura added. Syaoran ran his hand through his hair once more and smiled warmly at the small woman standing before him. He was tempted to ask about her face, about why it was bruised.
"Let me go get you another twelve pack. I didn't know you drank." Syaoran offered, walking with Sakura back to the liquor aisle as a stock boy watched them angrily, his mop in hand.
"I don't drink. My boyfriend Jacob does." Sakura answered, picking another case of alcohol out of the cooler and starting back to the front. Syaoran took the case from Sakura's hand and looked down at her as they walked.
"Is that why you have . . . those?" Syaoran asked, motioning to Sakura's face. Sakura immediately blushed a deep crimson and nodded slowly. Syaoran felt anger well up in the pit of his stomach, but pushed it down.
"Yes. Sometimes he gets a little . . . physical." Sakura replied, setting the beer on the conveyor and waiting for the total. The clerk rang up Sakura's purchase, but before she could reach into her pocket for the money Jacob gave her, Syaoran whipped out a debit card and paid for the beer.
"You didn't have to do that." Sakura said, taking the bag into her arms and starting out of the store. Syaoran followed the woman out into the chilly night air. He watched as she started walking, and started jogging to catch up.
"How far is it to your place? Can I give you a ride?" Syaoran asked, stopping Sakura in her tracks by standing in front of her. Sakura's eyes suddenly became quite worried as she shook her head no.
"I can't have you do that. Jacob won't let me talk to any other men, let alone get a ride from them. He'd be furious." Sakura replied, pushing past Syaoran.
"Would he hit you again?" Syaoran asked. His anger started to increase as he saw what Sakura had turned into. No longer was she the free spirited strong willed girl he once knew. Now she was meek, feeble at best. He couldn't stand it.
"He would." Sakura said, breaking down into tears. Syaoran took her into his arms and hugged her close to him, but gasped and backed away when he felt a punch to his abdomen. Sakura blushed again and set the beer down on the sidewalk.
"I take it you felt that too?" Sakura whispered. Syaoran nodded, his eyes concentrating on Sakura once again. How could he have missed it?
"Is that why your coat doesn't fit?" Syaoran questioned, motioning to Sakura's stomach. Sakura nodded, and more tears came falling down from her emerald eyes.
"Yeah, that's why." Sakura answered. She smoothed her baggy sweatshirt over her stomach to reveal a small hump. Syaoran's eyes darkened; not only was he beating one of his closest childhood friends, he had gotten her pregnant too. Syaoran pulled Sakura back into another embrace, letting her cry quietly into his shoulder.
"I thought . . . . I thought we were in love. But I don't love him, I'm just too scared to leave him!" Sakura whimpered. Syaoran pulled away from Sakura and took her hand, leading her to a small red car parked along the road.
"Then I'll help you. Get in, we're going to your apartment and getting your things." Syaoran ordered, opening the door and letting Sakura get in. He handed the beer to the frightened young woman, then got into the driver's seat. Soon they were speeding toward the apartment Sakura called home.
"I can't leave." Sakura whispered. Syaoran stopped at a red light and looked over at Sakura, who was looking wistfully out of the window.
"Why not? I'll help you get away from that prick." Syaoran argued, stepping on the gas and accelerating to the next stop light.
"I have nowhere else to go. Touya and my father live overseas." Sakura answered as she started wringing her hands nervously. Syaoran stepped on the gas again, and they were off.
"You're going to move in with me then. I won't have you living like this, and I won't have you raising a child in a house with no love." Syaoran stated. Sakura pointed out her building, and Syaoran parked the car. They walked up the stairs together, the beer in Syaoran's hand. Sakura fumbled with her keys nervously, her hands shaking like leaves in the wind. She shot one more frightened look at Syaoran before opening the door.
One look at the apartment, and Syaoran's anger level raised several notches. It was a wreck, and in the middle of it all sat a man with dirty brown hair. Syaoran opened his mouth to say something, but the man started talking first.
"That was fast, Sakura. I didn't think I gave you money for the bus." Jacob stated. His eyes never left the television as he spoke to Sakura, who walked further into the apartment.
"She didn't take the bus. I brought her here. Now get your booze and say goodbye." Syaoran growled. Jacob's eyes darted from the television to Syaoran, then to Sakura. Rising from his chair, Jacob approached Sakura and Syaoran, who were standing on the other side of the table.
"Who in the hell is this, Sakura? Haven't I told you a hundred times about talking to other men? You're never going to fucking learn, are you!?" Jacob shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Sakura, who cringed. Syaoran stepped in front of Sakura, his eyes narrowed and angry.
"My name is Li Syaoran, and I'm taking Sakura out of this . . . this pit. Go get your things, Sakura." Syaoran spat, softening his voice when he spoke to Sakura. She started walking past Jacob to their bedroom when he grabbed her arm roughly, throwing her down to the ground. Sakura shrieked as Jacob advanced. She closed her eyes, knowing the worst was about to come. When it didn't she opened her eyes to see Syaoran holding Jacob by the throat against the wall.
"Don't you lay one slimy finger on her. If I ever see you in sight of her, I'll kill you." Syaoran roared. Sakura rose to her feet and retreated to her room where she packed all of her clothes into a couple of bags. She dragged them out of the room, and Syaoran let go of Jacob to help her with them.
"Sakura, don't you fucking walk out on me! You can't do it!" Jacob threatened, walking after the two young people as they made their way to the door.
"I think she just did." Syaoran whispered as he got Sakura out of the apartment. Jacob raised his fist to strike Syaoran, but he dropped the bags and raised his own, his amber eyes defiant and filled to the brim with resentment. Jacob lowered his fist, and Syaoran picked the bags up again.
"Take her then. She's just a worthless whore, you know. You can have her! Take her, and her bastard child!" Jacob sneered, slamming the door in Syaoran's face. Sakura was standing just behind Syaoran, tears falling from her eyes.
"Don't you listen to him, Sakura. You're not worthless. He's worthless." Syaoran said, leading Sakura down the stairs and back into his car. The drive to Syaoran's apartment was quiet as Sakura looked out the window, her hand over her stomach.
"It's going to be a tight squeeze, but I think we all can manage." Syaoran said quietly, dragging Sakura from her thoughts.
"What do you mean?" Sakura asked. Her voice was already beginning to strengthen slightly, losing the quiet frailty.
"I have a couple roommates. It's no matter, we'll be fine." Syaoran answered, pulling into an alley and parking behind a small house. He took Sakura's bags and led her up the walk to the front porch.
"There's four apartments in this house. We're in the front on the second floor. I'll have keys for you in the morning." Syaoran stated, walking with Sakura up a flight of steps to a large brown door. He opened it and walked inside, Sakura following quietly.
It was a decent sized apartment. The kitchen was small, with a round table in the corner and a small fish aquarium. She could see the living room, which was furnished with some furniture that looked to be handed down but still in good condition. On the couch sat two figures, a male and a female.
"Hey guys, I'm home." Syaoran called. The two figures turned around, and Sakura's eyes widened in shock. The female stood and walked into the kitchen, smiling politely at Sakura. She had shoulder length black hair and piercing amethyst eyes; behind her stood a taller young man with bluish hair and dark eyes. They smiled as Syaoran watched Sakura's reaction.
"Tomoyo . . . Eriol . . . " Sakura breathed. The girl looked quizzically at Sakura, then the boy.
"I'm sorry, do we know you?"
*That's the chapter for now, I hope you all liked it! Please send me out a review, and don't whine about Sakura being pregnant by that jerk Jacob, it isn't going to affect me at all! Thanks!*
Reviewers: anjuliet, amber-eyez, Emily, Cherry Jade, alex, Kikakai, Kayne, & sweet-captor
With You
"Syao . . . Syaoran?!" Sakura gasped, looking into the very familiar face in front of her. Holding her with two strong arms, a tall man around Sakura age scowled down at her. His eyes seemed to soften at the mentioning of his name, and he helped Sakura regain her balance.
"How did you know my name?" he asked, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He looked at the girl from head to toe, trying desperately to remember who she was.
A pixie haircut crowned the girl's head, short pieces of dull honey colored tresses spiked out in many directions. Her face was bruised in a couple places, like she had recently gotten into a fight. The girl was wearing a coat she must have outgrown long ago. Syaoran watched as she pulled it around her as best she could.
"You don't recognize me?" Sakura asked, trying to jog the boy's memory. How could he forget her? They had been so close three years ago.
Syaoran looked carefully at the young woman in front of him, his fingers scratching his head as he thought. Her emerald eyes reminded him of a friend he hadn't heard from in years, but they were dull and very much unlike those his friend possessed.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you." Syaoran apologized. Sakura shook her head, looking away from Syaoran.
"I didn't think you would. A lot's changed in three years, eh Syaoran?" Sakura murmured, her eyes moving back to meet Syaoran's.
"Look, I don't know how I know you. I'm sorry." Syaoran answered, turning to walk away.
"It's me, Syaoran. Sakura." Sakura blurted. She watched Syaoran whip around, his eyes wide with realization.
"Sakura?! God, I didn't even recognize you!" Syaoran cried. Sakura forced a smile and nodded slowly.
"I didn't doubt it. I don't look anything like I did when we last saw each other." Sakura added. Syaoran ran his hand through his hair once more and smiled warmly at the small woman standing before him. He was tempted to ask about her face, about why it was bruised.
"Let me go get you another twelve pack. I didn't know you drank." Syaoran offered, walking with Sakura back to the liquor aisle as a stock boy watched them angrily, his mop in hand.
"I don't drink. My boyfriend Jacob does." Sakura answered, picking another case of alcohol out of the cooler and starting back to the front. Syaoran took the case from Sakura's hand and looked down at her as they walked.
"Is that why you have . . . those?" Syaoran asked, motioning to Sakura's face. Sakura immediately blushed a deep crimson and nodded slowly. Syaoran felt anger well up in the pit of his stomach, but pushed it down.
"Yes. Sometimes he gets a little . . . physical." Sakura replied, setting the beer on the conveyor and waiting for the total. The clerk rang up Sakura's purchase, but before she could reach into her pocket for the money Jacob gave her, Syaoran whipped out a debit card and paid for the beer.
"You didn't have to do that." Sakura said, taking the bag into her arms and starting out of the store. Syaoran followed the woman out into the chilly night air. He watched as she started walking, and started jogging to catch up.
"How far is it to your place? Can I give you a ride?" Syaoran asked, stopping Sakura in her tracks by standing in front of her. Sakura's eyes suddenly became quite worried as she shook her head no.
"I can't have you do that. Jacob won't let me talk to any other men, let alone get a ride from them. He'd be furious." Sakura replied, pushing past Syaoran.
"Would he hit you again?" Syaoran asked. His anger started to increase as he saw what Sakura had turned into. No longer was she the free spirited strong willed girl he once knew. Now she was meek, feeble at best. He couldn't stand it.
"He would." Sakura said, breaking down into tears. Syaoran took her into his arms and hugged her close to him, but gasped and backed away when he felt a punch to his abdomen. Sakura blushed again and set the beer down on the sidewalk.
"I take it you felt that too?" Sakura whispered. Syaoran nodded, his eyes concentrating on Sakura once again. How could he have missed it?
"Is that why your coat doesn't fit?" Syaoran questioned, motioning to Sakura's stomach. Sakura nodded, and more tears came falling down from her emerald eyes.
"Yeah, that's why." Sakura answered. She smoothed her baggy sweatshirt over her stomach to reveal a small hump. Syaoran's eyes darkened; not only was he beating one of his closest childhood friends, he had gotten her pregnant too. Syaoran pulled Sakura back into another embrace, letting her cry quietly into his shoulder.
"I thought . . . . I thought we were in love. But I don't love him, I'm just too scared to leave him!" Sakura whimpered. Syaoran pulled away from Sakura and took her hand, leading her to a small red car parked along the road.
"Then I'll help you. Get in, we're going to your apartment and getting your things." Syaoran ordered, opening the door and letting Sakura get in. He handed the beer to the frightened young woman, then got into the driver's seat. Soon they were speeding toward the apartment Sakura called home.
"I can't leave." Sakura whispered. Syaoran stopped at a red light and looked over at Sakura, who was looking wistfully out of the window.
"Why not? I'll help you get away from that prick." Syaoran argued, stepping on the gas and accelerating to the next stop light.
"I have nowhere else to go. Touya and my father live overseas." Sakura answered as she started wringing her hands nervously. Syaoran stepped on the gas again, and they were off.
"You're going to move in with me then. I won't have you living like this, and I won't have you raising a child in a house with no love." Syaoran stated. Sakura pointed out her building, and Syaoran parked the car. They walked up the stairs together, the beer in Syaoran's hand. Sakura fumbled with her keys nervously, her hands shaking like leaves in the wind. She shot one more frightened look at Syaoran before opening the door.
One look at the apartment, and Syaoran's anger level raised several notches. It was a wreck, and in the middle of it all sat a man with dirty brown hair. Syaoran opened his mouth to say something, but the man started talking first.
"That was fast, Sakura. I didn't think I gave you money for the bus." Jacob stated. His eyes never left the television as he spoke to Sakura, who walked further into the apartment.
"She didn't take the bus. I brought her here. Now get your booze and say goodbye." Syaoran growled. Jacob's eyes darted from the television to Syaoran, then to Sakura. Rising from his chair, Jacob approached Sakura and Syaoran, who were standing on the other side of the table.
"Who in the hell is this, Sakura? Haven't I told you a hundred times about talking to other men? You're never going to fucking learn, are you!?" Jacob shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Sakura, who cringed. Syaoran stepped in front of Sakura, his eyes narrowed and angry.
"My name is Li Syaoran, and I'm taking Sakura out of this . . . this pit. Go get your things, Sakura." Syaoran spat, softening his voice when he spoke to Sakura. She started walking past Jacob to their bedroom when he grabbed her arm roughly, throwing her down to the ground. Sakura shrieked as Jacob advanced. She closed her eyes, knowing the worst was about to come. When it didn't she opened her eyes to see Syaoran holding Jacob by the throat against the wall.
"Don't you lay one slimy finger on her. If I ever see you in sight of her, I'll kill you." Syaoran roared. Sakura rose to her feet and retreated to her room where she packed all of her clothes into a couple of bags. She dragged them out of the room, and Syaoran let go of Jacob to help her with them.
"Sakura, don't you fucking walk out on me! You can't do it!" Jacob threatened, walking after the two young people as they made their way to the door.
"I think she just did." Syaoran whispered as he got Sakura out of the apartment. Jacob raised his fist to strike Syaoran, but he dropped the bags and raised his own, his amber eyes defiant and filled to the brim with resentment. Jacob lowered his fist, and Syaoran picked the bags up again.
"Take her then. She's just a worthless whore, you know. You can have her! Take her, and her bastard child!" Jacob sneered, slamming the door in Syaoran's face. Sakura was standing just behind Syaoran, tears falling from her eyes.
"Don't you listen to him, Sakura. You're not worthless. He's worthless." Syaoran said, leading Sakura down the stairs and back into his car. The drive to Syaoran's apartment was quiet as Sakura looked out the window, her hand over her stomach.
"It's going to be a tight squeeze, but I think we all can manage." Syaoran said quietly, dragging Sakura from her thoughts.
"What do you mean?" Sakura asked. Her voice was already beginning to strengthen slightly, losing the quiet frailty.
"I have a couple roommates. It's no matter, we'll be fine." Syaoran answered, pulling into an alley and parking behind a small house. He took Sakura's bags and led her up the walk to the front porch.
"There's four apartments in this house. We're in the front on the second floor. I'll have keys for you in the morning." Syaoran stated, walking with Sakura up a flight of steps to a large brown door. He opened it and walked inside, Sakura following quietly.
It was a decent sized apartment. The kitchen was small, with a round table in the corner and a small fish aquarium. She could see the living room, which was furnished with some furniture that looked to be handed down but still in good condition. On the couch sat two figures, a male and a female.
"Hey guys, I'm home." Syaoran called. The two figures turned around, and Sakura's eyes widened in shock. The female stood and walked into the kitchen, smiling politely at Sakura. She had shoulder length black hair and piercing amethyst eyes; behind her stood a taller young man with bluish hair and dark eyes. They smiled as Syaoran watched Sakura's reaction.
"Tomoyo . . . Eriol . . . " Sakura breathed. The girl looked quizzically at Sakura, then the boy.
"I'm sorry, do we know you?"
*That's the chapter for now, I hope you all liked it! Please send me out a review, and don't whine about Sakura being pregnant by that jerk Jacob, it isn't going to affect me at all! Thanks!*