Thanks for the reviews guys :) Oh yes, and let me answer a few questions.
Did Sakura change her hair colour? No.
Does Syaoran reconize her voice? Thanks for pointing that
out! But no, he doesn't reconize it. Let me explain; Some people have
different voices. Not as in faking it. Personally, I'm one of those
people. When I'm around strangers or people I don't know so well, I
usually have a soft but high pitched voice. And around family and close
friends, I use my 'normal' voice. It's weird but life is full of
mysteries isn't it? ;)
Isn't it pretty obvious? Not to Syaoran here. He's
pretty... dense. And remember, Sakura wears make up during the day.
Some people I know look COMPLETELY different without make up. So yeah.
It might be obvious to some, while it isn't to others.
By the way, the story doesn't really match up with the
title till later on. Just so you know. Enough babbling, on with the
story :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I don't own CCS, nor will I ever :(
Chapter 3: A Day With Him
(Sakura's P.O.V.)
I woke up inhaling Syaoran's scent, yet again. Rolling to my side, my eyes shot open feeling a slight ache in my head. I rubbed my eyes of sleep as I examined my surroundings. Certainly, this was not my room. It was green. Very green. Where the heck was I?
I tried to get up and boy, it was a mistake. The slight pain in my head grew out to become a major headache. And hell, it hurt.
"Damn!" I cursed, holding my head in agony. My legs were dangling off the side of the bed, trying to reach the floor. Using the wall as support, I slowly strode to the bathroom, still cluctching my head. What the hell happened last night? Drinking was the only word that came to mind.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Hair, a mess. Make up, smudged. Clothes, crumbled. Bags under eyes. Damn. Let's just say, it was not a pretty sight. I looked like crap. I was grateful that it was not a school day. I can imagine looking like this at school with a hangover. I would surely get kicked out of class.
Suddenly I felt a wave of nausea overcome me. Strands of my hair fell forward as I bent over the toilet, throwing up. Not only did I look like crap, I felt like it too. This was not my day.
I could hear someone pounding on the door, yelling something I couldn't quite make out. It was making my oh so fun headache even worse. If that person were to ever lay a foot in this room, they would die.
"Ying Fa! Are you okay?" The yells were getting louder. My headache was getting worse. Ying Fa? Who was this Ying Fa? And why did that voice sound so farmiliar? I continued to clutch my head with one hand, while gripping my stomach with the other. I groaned, feeling the need to puke once again. Ugh.
Unexpectedly, Syaoran brast through the room with a worried look on his face. Worried? Syaoran! What the-This was his apartment? Oh geez.
"Ying Fa! Are you okay?" He repeated. Ying Fa? I was this 'Ying Fa' person? Whoa. When did I get a new name? He must have seen the confusion written all over my face because he spoke,
"You're probably wondering how I know your name?" Yes, or rather, how I got this name "You told me," Did I really "I doubt you remember though. You passed out right after you told me." Oh. That explains a lot. "You feeling okay?" I shook my head. Oh dear. Here it comes again. More vomit.
Syaoran crouched down beside me, holding my hair while rubbing my back with his free hand. Almost as if reassuring me that everything would be okay. I never thought there would be a day where I would see his good traits. But there's always a first.
"Here." Syaoran spoke, handing me a bottle of painkillers. Exactly what I needed.
"Thank you, Syaoran-" His name slipped from my lips. I was suddenly aware of what I had just called him. Syaoran. Uh oh. This was not a good sign. I, Sakura Kinomoto, do not call my worst enemy, Syaoran Li, by his first name-except in my head-but heck, I am 'Ying Fa' now. I don't know this guy! Let alone, his name! What would he think! I scanned his face for any kind of emotion, but he just smiled at me! Smiled! What on earth...?
"You don't remember anything that happened last night, yet you remember my name? I'm touched." He mused. Whoa. Talk about arrogrant. Just 'cause you've got a hundred girls around you everyday doesn't mean that everyone will be worshipping the ground you walk on.
What are you babbling on about? You're falling for him. Admit it.
Oh great. Now you're back. Leave me alone will you? My head hurts enough already.
Silence.
"You want anything to eat?" Syaoran asked, walking to his closet.
"No thanks." I replied, laying back in his bed. Whoa. Me at his apartment. In his bed. Every girl's fantasy. Not mine. No way. All that's missing from this picture are his clothes.
Suddenly, he threw me a pair of black drawstring pants and an oversized gray t-shirt. Scratch that last thought. The picture was now perfect.
"Change into those if you want. I doubt sleeping in those are comfortable." He spoke, refering to my black blouse with flaring sleeves and leather pants. Syaoran then left the room, allowing me to change.
My eyes fluttered open, encountering Syaoran's sleeping face. Darn. He was too close for comfort. I couldn't help but smile at his sleeping form. He looked like a baby. Cute. Very cute. My headache seems to have disappeared. Yippee! All thanks to that fool, Syaoran.
Carefully getting off the bed, I tried not to disturb his peaceful sleep. I tiptoed to the door when I noticed that he was sleeping on a chair? Was he watching over me while I slept? Somehow I felt at ease knowing that he cared for me. But who was I kidding? He hated me. The real me.
Putting that thought aside, I managed to get him up and onto the bed. Don't ask how. I really have no idea. Smiling in satisfaction, I watched him sleep for a few moments before my gaze landed on his kissable lips-Gah! What was I thinking? But before I knew it, my lips were on his. Oh crap. What did I just do?
I rushed to the door, silently closing it behind me. Leaning on the door, I mentally smacked myself. What had gotten into me! I kissed Syaoran Li! That arrogrant jerk! Syaoran Li! My enemy! My-
Sighing, I decided to let it go. It was just an accident... Wasn't it?
I glanced around his apartment, looking for something to write on. A hah! A notepad right by the phone. And beside that phone, there was a picture. And in that picture, there was Syaoran, cuter than ever, standing with whom I assume are his mother and his sisters? Damn. 4 sisters? And I thought Touya was bad. Man. I miss that guy.
Grabbing the notepad, I began to scribble:
Syaoran,
I had one hell of a hangover and I survived it thanks to you. I really appreciate you babysitting me, especially on a weekend. I'll see you around... whenever. Thanks again.
-Ying Fa.
Changing back into my clothes, I left for home.
