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Chapter 2: Questions

(Sakura's P.O.V.)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My arm shot out to hit the alarm. Scowling in annoyance, I rolled over only to end up falling on the floor. What a great way to start off the morning!

A familiar scent lingered within my room. Aftershave? Rubbing my head, I recalled the events that happened yesterday. Penguin Park. Syaoran. Hooded sweater. I blinked as I looked down at my clothes. I was still wearing Syaoran's hooded sweater. Damn. Now I smell like him. Not that that's a bad thing. Wait... it is! His fan club would eat me alive. I sighed as I made my way to the bathroom preparing for a long warm shower.


(Normal P.O.V)

Who invented school anyway? I'm glad its my last year. Syaoran muttered curses under his breath as he made his way to his black vehicle. He had been too busy daydreaming about her, he didn't realize that he was late for school.

As he drove along, he noticed a familiar figure on the sidewalk. Rolling down his window, he cried, "Sa-ku-ra!"

Sakura turned around only to see the one and only Syaoran Li calling out to her. She approached him cautiously wondering what tricks he had up his sleeve.

"It's Kinomoto to you. What are you up to Li?" She raised her brow at him.

"Nothing. Just wondering if you want a ride. No need to get angry." He mused.

"No thank you." She replied. Sakura continued to walk, ignoring him as he trailed behind her in his car.

"C'mon Kinomoto. At this rate, you'll never reach the school. You're already late."

"Oh? And you're not?"

He sighed in frustration. Sakura held back a laugh at his expression.

"Kinomoto, quit being stubborn and just get in."

"Why do you care?" Silence was all she heard in response. She smirked at him before running ahead.

Why DO I care? He asked himself but by the time he came back to his senses, Sakura had disappeared. Damn that girl. He sped off leaving behind a trail of dust.


(Sakura's P.O.V.)

Syaoran Li is an idiot. He drives a car and I make it to school by foot before he does. I laughed at the thought.

Entering the classroom, I was surprised to see that the teacher was no where to be found. Phew. I guess I'm not late after all.

I made my way to my seat as I glanced across the room. I could hear Syaoran's fan club talking about the lastest gossip. As usual. Things never change. Speak of the devil. There he is.

"Syaoran! Come sit over here!" I rolled my eyes at them. What morons. I fixed my gaze outside hoping that the teacher would soon appear to shut them and their annoying voices up. I heard someone next to me shifting the chair as they took a seat. I didn't bother looking next to me.

"Syao... Why are you sitting there? There's a free spot here..." I could hear the disappointment in the girl's voice. Puh-lease! Shut up already.

"Maybe next time sweetheart." Sweetheart? Oh it's him alright. Hold on a second... Why does his voice sound so... close? I whipped my head to the side to come face to face with the devil himself.

"Gah!" I exclaimed in surprise. "What the-Why are you here!" He only smiled in response. Punching him in the arm, I spoke, "You aren't welcome here Li."

"Ow!" He rubbed the sore spot on his arm.

"You deserve it."

I couldn't help but secretly study his features. Seeing a new side to him last night really changed my perspective of him. Fortunately for me, he still did not know who I was. And I was planning to keep it that way.

"Sakura?"

"Hmm?" I didn't bother to correct him. What was the point? I'd just be wasting my breath.

"Why do you smell like aftershave?..." I froze at his words. Had he figure out? "...with a mix of cherry blossoms?" I sighed in relief.

"Because I do." And I left it at that.


That night, I found myself wandering to Tomoeda's hottest club, Kagayaku. What for? Who knows.

Entering the club, I could hear music fully blasted as the lights flickered on and off. The scent of cigarettes and liquor filled the air. People were scattered everywhere. Some making out, some drinking, while others danced the night away. I for one, will be drinking the night away.

"What can I get you?" The girl behind the bar asked me politely. She looked kind of young to be working at a club. But who was I to judge her?

"Vodka, thanks." In the corner of my eye, I could see a figure make their way towards me. I gulped down my whole drink in one shot, asking for another. By the end of the night, I would surely be wasted.

"Hey babe. Wanna dance?" I could feel his stare upon my figure. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I ignored him as I gazed onto the dance floor. I assumed he didn't get the message because he spent the next 10 minutes bugging me. I was getting fed up.

"Look buddy, I sat here for the past 10 minutes ignoring you. Don't you get the message? I. Don't. Want. To. Dance. Now leave me the hell alone." I said in a toneless voice. Man. Some people are just clueless.

Abruptly, I felt him grab my hand, yanking me forward on to my feet. What the heck was this guy up to? He dragged me into a private booth. I struggled trying to break free. But damn, this guy had a strong grip.

He pushed me up against the cold wall and looked me dead in the eyes. I could see them flicker with mischief and he had an evil smirk on his face. This did not look good.

"Well, if you don't want to dance, how 'bout we have some fun?" He asked slyly. I could feel his hands roam my body. If he thinks that I'll sit back and let him take advantage of me, he's wrong. Aftering experiencing this with my so called 'step father' I took some precautions.

I grinned as I whispered seductively in his ear, "Yes, let's have some fun." What a fool he was to believe me. I kicked him in the shin before he collasped to the floor, groaning in pain.

"Now wasn't that fun sweetheart? Next time, think again before trying that stunt. You might lose something valuable." Smirking at him, I left the booth, making my way back to the bar.

Smiling at the bartender, I asked her for another drink... only to be ignored. She was openly flirting with the guy next to me. He looked awfully farmiliar but I shrugged it off. Seeing his jaw tighten, I decided to interrupt them. He looked pissed off.

"Excuse me miss, could I get more vodka?" The girl frowned in annoyance as she went off to get me a bottle. Well sor-ry. But I was just saving your butt from trouble. People. So inconsiderate these days.

"Hey." The guy next to me called out. Man. What's with these people? Couldn't I drink in peace! Just when I was going to burst at him, I noticed that it was Syaoran. He stared at me in surprise. I didn't expect him here either. "Thanks for saving me back there. She was starting to get on my bad side." He said with a grin. I shrugged.

"Don't mention it. I know exactly how you feel." I said with a smile. "Some guy asked to me to dance and I ignored him for 10 minutes but, he didn't seem to get the message." He raised a brow at me.

"And so?"

"I told him off but he tried to rape me. Funny, really."

"He what!" I could see a vein pop out. Hmm.. Why was he mad? He wasn't the one being raped. "Funny! Are you out of your mind?" I laughed at his face.

"Hey, I got away didn't I?" I smirked. The bartender returned with a bottle of vodka. Glaring at me, she handed me the bottle. What's her problem?

A slow song came on as Syaoran pulled me to the dance floor. Wah!

"What are you-" I felt his arms snake around my waist.

"Just one dance 'kay?" Oh. Fine. I guess one dance wouldn't hurt. He pulled me closer and I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. Tangling mint. That was what he smelt like. This is way weird. Me in his arms. Leaning on his shoulder, I closed my eyes. Strangely, I felt relaxed and safe in Syaoran's arms. Or, maybe it's just the alcohol kicking in. Definately. That was it.


(Syaoran's P.O.V.)

Staring at the girl in my arms, I carried her over to my bed. She's been wasted. I shouldn't have let her drink so much. The poor girl is going to wake up with a major hangover. As I watched her sleep, her chest rose up and down and I could hear her steady breathe. I tucked a strand of her auburn hair behind her ears. She was beautiful.

Smiling, I recalled the events that happened earlier tonight.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" We both shouted in unison. She lost, once again. I poured her another glass of volka.

"Drink up!" I grinned at her. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked so adorable.

Yes, you guessed it. We were playing rock, paper, scissors. The winner had options. They were to either ask a question or a dare. If the loser failed to so, be prepared to drink up!

"Rock, paper, scissors!" We shouted once again. Oops. My mistake.

"Hah!" She smirked at me as she slid me a cup. "Okay, here's my dare; See that guy over there?" She pointed to her left. "Kick him in the shin, or drink up." I laughed. What an easy dare. But why would she pick this guy in particular?

"Hey there buddy!" I greeted. He looked at me strangely. Unexpectedly, I kicked him and quickly made my way back. I could hear him groan as he muttered curses. Ouch. I guess that hurt. I was sure glad I was not in his position.

I smirked at her. "Mission accomplished. But let me ask you one thing-" She shook her finger at me.

"Nuh-uh-uh. You only get to ask me if I lose." She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" I win!

"Okay, here's my question. Out of all the people in this club, why ask me to kick that guy?" She giggled at my question.

"You're strange. You're gonna waste a question on something that stupid? Pshh. I'd rather drink-"

"Alright alright. New question." She looked like she was going to pass out any minute now. So I quickly asked her, "What's your name?"

She hesitated before whispering, "Ying Fa" And she collasped.

Ying Fa...

I stared at her for a moment and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead.

"Good night, Ying Fa." I whispered as I walked silently to the door.

Flipping over to her side, she mumbled, "Good night Syaoran..." I froze at her words. How did she know my name?

Wincing in pain, I held my head. Looks like the alcohol was getting to me now. Since my memory was a bit fuzzy, I might have told her during the night. Deciding not to make my headache worse, I shrugged it off, making my way to bed.