AN: Wow. This chapter took a lot out of me. This was such an important chapter that I had to get everything right, although their might be a few spelling and grammar mistakes. This chapter is also long so . . . I hope you enjoy!

Oh, and before I forget, thank you to all my reviewers. Without you, there would be no story.

Now . . . On with the story!

Affairs of the Heart

Chapter Four

Sakura hummed and swayed to the music she was playing in her living room. It was classical music and she spun around, her auburn hair swirling around her head. A pair of hands grabbed her waist and spun her so she was facing him. She smiled at those eyes she learned to love. "It's a miracle" she said softly to him. "What we have is something that will never end."

"I know" he replied as he began to dance with her. "I love you, my cherry blossom."

"And I love you, my little wolf."

"Little Wolf?" He pushed her away. Hard, cold eyes glared at her. "Who is he?"

Sakura's eyes were wide and she shook with fear. "Kiyo. I meant Kiyo." Kiyo grabbed her arm and twisted it. "No wife of mine will sleep around." He slapped her.

"I'm sorry!" she cried as he pushed her to the ground and grabbed her hair. "Please" she begged, sobbing, as he began to drag her up the stairs.

"You are my wife. You will only answer to me. You will only look at me. But it seems that you went a little too far." He grabbed a knife. "It must not happen" he growled and the knife came down.

"NO!" Sakura screamed. She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She jumped when thunder sounded so loud she felt like she went deaf. She rubbed her arms as she realized she was sitting up on her bed. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was two-thirty in the morning. It was Thursday.

It was a dream. Nothing but a dream. She bit her lip. She felt like that was supposed to be more than just a dream, though. It was so powerful and it had felt so real that she expected to see a wound on her body any second. She threw off the covers and got out of her bed. She was wearing a large T-shirt over a pair of shorts and now she wished she was wearing something a little warmer.

She felt unsafe. She felt so unsafe in this big mansion. Even her room makes her feel unsafe. She walked to a corner, the closest corner, and huddled in it, sitting down and drawing her knees up against her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees and tried to envision his face. Syaoran's face. He was such a romantic that she couldn't help but smile. He took her on a picnic, with food being delivered by Crystal Star, on Monday, then took her bowling on Tuesday, took her to the fair yesterday, and today they were going to the movies. She sighed. Every time she was with him she would forget the things Kari told her, the warnings in her eyes every time they saw each other at work. She would even forget her guilt when she was with Syaoran. She was so blissfully happy with him that she can't think of nothing else when she is in his presence.

But this dream brought her back to reality, and reminded her not only of what everything Kari had said about ending the affair, but also of the phone call she got last night after she got home from the fair.

I'm coming early.

When?

A week early. Saturday. I miss you baby.

I miss you too.

Have you been lonely?

No, I've gone out with friends and stuff.

Oh, good. Well, when I get home you won't need you're friends.

Why?

Because I'll be spending every moment with you once I get home.

Kiyo was coming. Sakura felt like crying. She loved her husband, loved him so much. But . . . Syaoran was special to her. She felt like such a slut, two-timing both men. She hadn't thought of the complications of having both men in the same town at the same time and now she didn't know if she would be able to handle it. There were so many people out there who were able to cheat on one person to be with another but all of them had confidence that they would be able to control the situation. She knew she wouldn't be able to control the situation. She just wasn't that confident.

I have to let Syaoran go.

She knew it. Kari was right. She had to end this before she loses everything. Tonight. She'll break it off with him tonight.

I'm so sorry Syaoran.

She was sorry for ending it. But she wouldn't be sorry for meeting him.

(Syaoran)

Something was wrong. He sensed it. When he first woke up, he felt like someone was hurting. He had looked at Lydia when he first woke up to make sure she was fine. When he was assured that she was asleep right beside him, he got up and walked around the house. He had to be careful, though, because it was dark and he hadn't want to turn on the lights so he had to walk slowly so he wouldn't bump into anything. Now he was standing in front of his bedroom window, frowning. The feeling of someone out there hurting was gone but he felt that that person needed his comfort. He was sure of it. He thought of Sakura, but then realized that she had no reason to be hurting. Someone could have broken into her mansion but then she would have called him on his cell phone, which is right next to his bed on the night stand, just like he told her to. Then the feeling he had was probably just chills from his nightmare. He had dreamt that Lydia found out about Sakura and had her murdered. With a frown still on his face, he walked back over to his bed and lay down, but he didn't sleep. Sleep was far from his reach, so he just stayed awake all night, a nagging feeling telling him that the feeling he had was more than just chills.

And the only person who kept coming to mind was his Sakura.

(Thursday Afternoon)

Sakura drove slowly through the main gates of the mansion of her new client. Lydia insisted she come again to the mansion. Before, when she was supposed to go to the mansion on Monday, Lydia suddenly had to go and meet someone about some very important information. And Sakura had other meetings to go to with other clients the last two days so they had made an appointment for today. Sakura admired the mansion. It was white, two stories, with a big porch on the bottom story and a balcony at the top one. She drove right up to the mansion and stopped in front of it. Sakura stepped out and pushed a strand of her hair out of her face as she closed the door and walked up to it. When she reached the door she raised her hand, prepared to knock, but before her hand made contact with the white wood it suddenly opened. She blinked when a butler appeared from behind the opened door.

"Miss Lydia awaits you in the living room. Walk down the hall and turn right."

For one moment, for one tiny moment, she couldn't move; couldn't breathe. The butler looked like he was in his late thirties, with brown hair and equally brown eyes. He wasn't as tall as other men, actually he looked a bit shorter –although if she wasn't wearing her high heels he would probably be the same height as she –but he had muscles. Even through his butler-suit she could tell that he had muscles, which meant he was strong. She made the effort to enter the mansion, although now she wished she had never come here. While walking through the hall, she glanced back and saw the butler was watching her.

I wasn't mistaken! She thought frantically, glancing away quickly. The second he appeared after opening the door she sensed an aura of hostility around him. Moreover, she felt that most of that hostility was directed towards her. She thought she was just tired because she didn't get that much sleep last night, thanks to the nightmare, but having glanced back she knew that most of the hostility was towards her.

She thought frantically, glancing away quickly. The second he appeared after opening the door she sensed an aura of hostility around him. Moreover, she felt that most of that hostility was directed towards . She thought she was just tired because she didn't get that much sleep last night, thanks to the nightmare, but having glanced back she knew that most of the hostility was towards her.

He had been glaring at her.

She briefly wondered why, for she had never met him before and she definitely hadn't done anything wrong since driving through those gates, but she pushed it against the back of her mind as she entered the living room.

"Sakura! Welcome to my home" Lydia greeted as she stood, wearing business suit.

"Have I intruded on a meeting?" Sakura asked, looking at the man sitting across from Lydia. He stood with his face blank. He, too, was wearing a business suit and was staring at her. If his face wasn't so blank, she wouldn't have been as uneasy as she was feeling now. Oh God, what type of people does Lydia associate with?

As much as she liked Lydia, she knew she would never be good friends with her. Other clients had become good friends to Sakura but she felt that if she became friends with this woman after her mansion was finished then she would be forced to meet people like the man standing so still in this living room. Sakura usually doesn't base someone's friends on just one person but in this case she felt she must. There was the butler, and now there is this man. She was barely able to oppress a shudder and looked at Lydia as she shook her head to her question.

"No" Lydia said brightly. "Actually, he was just about to leave." She turned to him. "Let's get together next week for lunch, Mr. Chin, and we'll discuss your proposal."

He nodded once and left, passing by Sakura and she had to force herself not to move away so he could be as far away from her as possible.

"Well, come on in and sit down." Sakura smiled, glad that it would just be them two and that she could finally be able to use her imagination for this mansion. "Now, let's get to business" Lydia stated.

"Right. Now, do you have any type of fabric or color that you don't like?"

Lydia thought for a moment. "Green. I can't stand green." She giggled. "But my husband loves green. So if you use green, leave it to a minimum."

Sakura nodded. "Are there any rooms you don't want me to touch?"

"The bedroom my husband and I, Xiao-Lang, share." "

Xiao-Lang?" Sakura said slowly, stumbling over it. "Is it Chinese?" Sakura didn't know any Chinese, but the name sounded Chinese so she asked.

Lydia nodded. "Yes. Xiao-Lang is Chinese, from Hong Kong. I'm half Chinese, half American. That's why I have an American name. But I was raised in Hong Kong. Xiao-Lang's parents wanted him to learn as many languages as possible, so he'll be more successful in life, so he learned Japanese and then he taught me."

Sakura gave a curt nod, already thinking of maybe having the mansion have a Chinese quality to it. Surely these people want some Chinese decorations in this place, seeing that they are in Japan. That way they can have a little piece of Hong Kong with them every time they enter this place. Sakura looked around the spacious living room, studying it.

"There are no pictures" she stated as she looked at her. "How come?"

Lydia sighed. "Xiao-Lang is a very popular man around here. People constantly want to take his picture. It was the same in Hong Kong. People were always taking pictures since the day he left the cradle. The last thing he wants to do is pose and have somebody take his picture so he can hang it on the wall and stare at it everyday. Having his picture in magazines and stuff is enough. Same thing with me. Only that the reason why there are no pictures of me is because I hate taking pictures. I never seem to come out right."

Sakura knew that feeling. She always felt that she never came out right every time she took a picture so she never bothered with it.

"If you want a tour around my home, you'll notice that there are no pictures of us. Maybe a few of family members, though" Lydia continued.

"Actually, do you mind giving me a tour? I want to study the mansion, get a few ideas."

"Oh, of course!"

They stood up and Sakura followed her out of the living room. Five minutes into the tour, Sakura was getting more and more uncomfortable. All the employees, men and women, would glare at her and whisper about her as they passed by. She looked at Lydia to see if she noticed, but she was ignorant of it as she continued to lead her through the mansion. After twenty minutes, they were back in the living room.

"Well" Sakura said, trying to get rid of her chills "I got a few ideas about this place. I might not get started until next week-"

"No."

Sakura stopped talking and stared at her.

"No?"

"No. I'm sorry, but I am going to throw a party and I need the house redecorated as soon as possible because there won't be an exact date until the house is completely redone."

"Oh."

Sakura thought hard, thinking about all the appointments she had. But she could easily shift a few appointments to make room for Lydia, she realized. Kari could look over the Huang mansion tomorrow since it only needs the last finishing touches, and the three houses she was going to look over only required one day to look over, half hour for each at most. Then she could ask for pictures and blueprints of the houses.

"I may be able to start tomorrow" she murmured, mostly to herself, but Lydia heard and smiled.

"Thank you!"

Sakura, startled at Lydia's cry, looked up with a little jump. "Oh- uh, you're welcome." Sakura grabbed her little purse. "I guess I must be going, getting prepared and all. Do me a favor and send me pictures of every room you wish for me to redecorate and blueprints of the mansion."

"Of course, of course."

With a smile Sakura turned and walked away, letting herself out without wanting to see that butler again.

Lydia turned when the door shut.

"Yes?"

The butler came forward.

"Everyone here doesn't like her. She could be a danger. They all sense it."

"She isn't a danger. She doesn't know Xiao-Lang. Besides, no one in this mansion likes intruders."

"I don't like her either."

"You don't like anyone."

"That's not true. I like you."

Lydia sighed and looked at him square in the eyes.

"Actually, I more than like you" the butler whispered. "I'm in love of you."

She knew that. Relished in that. She may be a married woman, but the truth is that she was happy to know that she can still turn heads and even have a few men fall in love with her even though she was a married woman.
"I know, Haru."

Fujimoto Haru gazed at the woman who had stolen his heart when he was first hired as a servant boy in her family's household. His mother had been drunk and had decided she didn't want her fourteen-year-old son to come back with her to Japan. He had been heartbroken the day Lydia married Xiao-Lang, and jealously always seared through him when he saw them together, all chummy and everything.

"Xiao-Lang just called. He said he would be late again."

"Oh, for the love of-" Lydia growled in disgust. "I assume he will come home around nine?"

Haru nodded.

Lydia stomped her foot like a nine-year-old girl, whining that she didn't get her way. "This has been going on all week! He usually got home around seven and now-"

"He explained that he and a partner of his had finally figured out a way for Li Corps to get its money back from that Cabinet member who borrowed money and now refuses to pay it back."

Lydia waved that explanation away. She hadn't a clue on politics and frankly didn't care. Xiao-Lang still had lots of money. What she cared about was the fact that her husband hasn't been acting like a husband at all for the past week. Since the day they got married, he has always come home around six o'clock, has always talked to her about his everyday life. And now, for the past week, he has practically ignored all of her attempts to have a conversation about him, and he has been coming home late.

She wanted to know why.

As soon as he gets home she would demand him to come home around his usual time from now on. When he comes home late he is too tired to do anything, let alone make love to her. If she wants to get pregnant, or at least pass the child off as his, then he has to get his butt home earlier.

(7:30 PM: Sakura)

Sakura stirred the noodles of the spaghetti, trying so hard not to cry and stop her heart from beating nervously. She had sent her whole staff home, wanting to cook the dinner herself and wanting to be alone for just a little bit.

Why was she getting so emotional over him? It was only one week! Not even a week, in fact. And yet she felt like what she was about to do tonight was so wrong, so wrong that it would kill half of her. She just didn't want to let him go. He made her happy, happier than Kiyo ever had. How, in such a short time, did he become so important to her?

Did she have the strength to let him go?

She has to have strength. Kiyo was coming in two days. She was married. She has to end this fling-

It's not a fling!

Then what was it? She desperately wished she knew what it was she had with Syaoran. It wasn't a fling. It wasn't an affair. But it wasn't a relationship.

I am a slut, she thought to herself. How could she possibly play both men?

The noodles were tender and she took them out, draining the water. The doorbell rang and she turned off the fire to the stove. She walked to the door and opened it.

"Syaoran" she said softly, smiling.

"Hey, babe" he leaned forward and kissed her softly on her lips.

"You're early" she said.

"I know. Got off work early. Just couldn't wait to see such a beautiful woman."

She smiled at the compliment and her eyes began to shine when he took his arm from his back and showed her a bouquet of white roses.

"Oh, they are lovely."

"Aren't they? They reminded me of you."

Sakura looked at him, at his smiling face. His beautiful, smiling face. He was so handsome, so kind and sweet.

How can I let him go? But how can I string him along, keeping him in the dark that I am married?

Kiyo's face flashed into her mind. Then Kari's words came back, ricocheting in her head, telling her to end it with Syaoran.

I'm a liar. I don't deserve Syaoran. Or Kiyo.

She began to break down, trying to hold back her tears but failing. "Thank you" she said, and then she burst into tears. "They are so beautiful" she sobbed as she took hold of the bouquet.

"Hey, sweetie, what's wrong?" Syaoran looked at her with a worried expression. She was crying so hard that he knew this wasn't good. He stepped forward and was going to wrap his arms around her but she shook her head and step back.

"No. I'm sorry. This is what's wrong."

"The flowers?"

"No, us. I can't do this, Syaoran. I can't."

He froze. "Can't do what?" he asked carefully.

"This! You, me, us." She stared at him with a tearstained face. "I tried, but I can't. It's too hard. I'm under pressure at work and now you're here being your sweet self and I just realized that I can't short-change you."

"But- Sakura-"

She shook her head furiously. "No. Get out, please. Just go away."

"No-"

"Yes!" She almost screamed. She pushed him as hard as she can and he moved back. Not because she was strong enough to push him, but because he was shocked at what was happening and was just going through the motions.

"I'll only end up hurting you" she whispered. "So please just go. Just go and- and forget me." She shut the door in his face.

He stood there for a moment, confused. He looked at the wooden door, wondered about the woman on the other side. Then he turned around and slowly walked away.

Sakura cried as she watched him go through her window. She did it. She let him go. And now she felt like dying. She crumpled to the floor and looked at the roses. She held it to her chest, not caring if the flowers were crushed. This was all that was left of Syaoran and she cried into the roses, her tears falling like a rainfall onto the petals.

(Friday Morning)

Sakura didn't have the strength to get out of bed. She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep and dream of Syaoran. Immediately her eyes became moist. She knew that breaking up with him had been the right thing to do. But at the same time she felt like she had made a huge mistake. She looked up at the ceiling, willing her tears to go away. Willing her feelings to just uncoil and let her figure out what they are.

How? How did Li Syaoran become so important to her? It had taken Kiyo nearly three months before he was able to have such an impact on her emotions like this. If Syaoran had been lost to her to death she would have been in this same state but what made this much worse was the fact that he was alive, breathing, and all she had to do to get him back was go up to him and beg for him to take her back.

But she knew she would never do that. She was too proud of a woman to beg and now she was just plain scared to go up to him and ask him to take her back. She knew that many guys don't give second chances and she just didn't know if Syaoran was one of them.

Her phone rang and she wiped her eyes. Crying certainly won't solve anything. She would just have to live on and hopefully, in time, her emotions will no longer be confusing and then she would know why Syaoran became important to her so fast.

She picked up her phone.

"Hello?" She mentally sighed when her voice showed no sign of her recently crying.

"Sakura, you're late. You are never late. What's wrong?"

It was Kari. "I did it. I ended it with Wolf just like you said I should."

There was a moment of silence. "Are you okay?"

Sakura's chin wobbled but she firmed it. "Yes. You were right. I could lose everything just for something as silly as attraction."

It's more than attraction, Sakura, and you know it.

"Right. I knew you would come to your senses. Wolf will soon be nothing but the past. Now, all you have to do is tell Kiyo."

"Kari-"

"You don't have to tell him right away. Only when you are ready. But he has to know, Sakura. Okay?"

There was a pause but then Sakura said "Okay." She sat up in her bed. "I'll come in to work in maybe an hour. See you later."

She hanged up and bit her lip as sadness overtook her body.

Wolf will soon be nothing but the past, she thought in her head. But I don't want him to be the past. I want him to be the present . . . the future. She shook her head. No. Kiyo is your present. He is your future. You have to forget about Syaoran, Sakura. You did the right thing.

she thought in her head. She shook her head.

But no matter how many times she repeated that, whether in her mind or out loud, something told her that it had been very wrong.

(Syaoran)

"-and it's only fair if you come home to your wife early so we could have quality time together."

Syaoran only heard half of what Lydia was saying as he did his tie. Something about how she didn't like him being late everyday.

Don't worry dear wife. Sakura ended things. No more reason for me to come home late. Now you and I can make that baby.

He momentarily closed his eyes. He doesn't want a baby with Lydia. He lost all interest in having a family with his wife. All he wanted was Sakura. He wanted to be with her, to hold her and see those eyes of hers to glow like green fireflies when he compliments her, when he brings her flowers.

That's what he wanted.

"Okay, Lydia. I get your message" he said tiredly.

He had such a hard time last night going to sleep. Sakura had been weighing on his mind and Lydia hadn't given up in trying having sex with him until he got up and left the room, forcing him to wait at least an hour before going back up to his room and seeing his sleeping wife. For the first time, Lydia had been nothing but a nuisance.

"Then tonight, you will come home at your usual time?"

With a sigh, he nodded, knowing that there is now no reason for him to come home late. She grinned a seductive grin which held promises for the night to come. Before, he couldn't wait until he got home so he could see what promises she held. That no longer worked on him. He just hopes that whatever promises she was holding, she breaks.

Twenty minutes later, safe in his car and on his way to work, with no one around to annoy him, he let his thoughts wander.

Why did she end things?

That was the question that would never leave his mind. It shouted at him, each word making itself known, wedging between all his other thoughts until it was the first in line. Why did she end things?

Had he done something wrong? No, she hadn't indicated in the past week if he had hurt her in some way. In fact, if he recalls, she had stated that she would hurt him. But why? She would never hurt him. He was the one who had the chance of hurting her. He was the one with the wife at home!

He hit his steering wheel, frustrated and damn tired of thinking. He didn't want these questions in his mind! He just wanted everything back the way it was, with Sakura at his side, simple and uncomplicated.

He nearly snorted with the irony. How was it uncomplicated when he had two women, each not knowing about the other? How was that uncomplicated? With Sakura leaving him, she had just made the whole situation damn easy. He now longer had to sneak around. He didn't have to worry about someone seeing him.

But, in truth, it was more difficult than before because even though Sakura ended things, his brain refused to get the message. Constantly it brings her up in his mind, which brings along the questions that he doesn't have answers to.

Why did she end things?

Back to where he started. This was nothing but a huge circle. He needed to stop thinking about her. He needed to just let her go. He concentrated on driving and at that very moment he noticed that he passed the exit to get off the freeway. Now he'll be late to work.

But he just didn't care.

(Tomoyo and Eriol)

"He seems sad" Tomoyo commented as she watched Syaoran step out of his car in the employees' parking lot of his company.

They were sitting in their car in one of the spaces, had been waiting for him to come so they can watch him, to see if he was any different and if any changes were visible.

"He does seem like it" Eriol muttered his agreement.

They watched as he closed the door and just stand there for a moment before hitting the top of his care, as if he was frustrated.

"Now he just looks mad" Tomoyo stated.

Their friend stomped away; face growing red by the second.

"Looks like we ain't going to go and surprise him today."

"Definitely not" Tomoyo whispered. She turned to her husband. "He doesn't look different, except for the hair. It's thicker."

"Probably ignored Lydia's plea to cut it and decided to just grow it out."

They were silent for a few minutes.

"Eriol, I'm scared. What if he doesn't believe us?"

"He won't. That's why we aren't going to tell him."

Her eyes widened, clearly shocked. "But that's why we came back. To tell him about his wife and her plans."

"But we can't tell him once we show ourselves. Right now, he hates us. He probably forgot all about us, thinking to hell with us, he has other things to do then mope about his two best friends who were supposed to be at his wedding. He won't believe a word that will come out of our mouths and if we say anything bad about Lydia then he will definitely not listen to a word we say. We have to make up some type of story that he will believe on why we left first. Then we hint about Lydia."

"You want him to figure it out on his own?"

Eriol nodded. "And we have to prevent him from giving Lydia a baby. Because once that happens . . ."

"Then it's all over" Tomoyo said softly.

Eriol turned on the ignition. "We'll save him. It'll take time."

"Which is the one thing we don't have" his wife said.

And he drove out of the parking lot, away from the company.

(Sakura: six thirty.)

Sakura sat in her car in the park's parking lot. The one place she should have avoided. The sun had set just a few minutes ago. That was the reason she had given herself on why she was coming to the park. To just watch the sunset the way she and Kiyo sometimes do. But her real reason was because she wanted to be at a place that reminded her of Syaoran. It had nothing to do with Kiyo.

This was torture, and she knew it. But she missed Syaoran so much and she needed closure. And this was only one day! She wondered if he was thinking of her, if was forgetting her. She now realized that he had just left without a word, without demanding a reason. He just . . . left. That hurt. But she couldn't blame him. After all, it was just one week. Surely he didn't get effected by the time they spent the way she had. For some odd reason, that hurt even more.

She sighed. She couldn't just sit there and mope. She turned on the ignition and just when she was about to put the car in reverse she froze. She stared as the man she had just been thinking about walked by. His hands were in his pockets, his posture slouched. His face showed nothing, revealed not an inkling of what he was feeling.

Was he sad? Was he angry? Was he relieved that he no longer had to deal with her? Why was he coming to the park? He must have remembered that the park was where they first kissed. Or maybe he doesn't care. She watched him disappear into the trees as night settled into place. She squeezed the steering wheel with her hands.

He was there, not very far. She began to shake, knowing that this was her chance to get him back. Knowing that if she does she would just be in a complicated situation again as she sneaked around town with a man who wasn't her husband. It was a risk. A risk she just shouldn't take.

It's nothing but attraction, she told herself forcefully, trying to squash the yearning inside of her.

But it wasn't working. It was more than attraction. She knew it in every cell of her body. It was something she couldn't explain. Something that she would be stupid to let go before figuring out what it was. She couldn't let him go.

Yes, you can. You have to. Remember the husband you have? He's coming back tomorrow!

Sakura bit her lip. If she gets together with him again she would go through hell trying to suppress her guilt, especially with Kiyo coming back. If she really, truly loved her husband she wouldn't go after Syaoran.

I love Kiyo. There is no room for anyone else.

But she knew, deep down, that she wanted Syaoran. She even told Kari herself that it is possible to love one person and start having feelings for another. She may love Kiyo, but something kept whispering that Syaoran was worth the risk of losing the life she has. Something kept saying that if she didn't go after him it would be the greatest mistake of her life.

And at that moment she knew that she had to take a chance on Syaoran. She didn't care about self-respect anymore, she didn't care about dignity. She needed Syaoran back in her life.

No matter what the consequences.

(Syaoran)

This was the worst place to be. The very spot he and Sakura kissed. Well, more like made out. But it didn't make a difference to him. This was still the worst place to be.

Standing, he stared at all the fireflies, remembering her happy expression at seeing so many of them at one time.

How did that woman become so vital that he felt he would die at any second?

He's heard of guys being with women for just a short time and that those women made an impact in all their lives. He didn't think it would ever happen to him, especially after he was already married. When Sakura ended things, he had been too shock to ask why, to demand any reasons. He had just left. And now he had a hole in his life, something that he felt was missing.

This was stupid. Nothing was missing. Just the explanation on why she left him. But he didn't need that. He had his wife. He can now go back to being faithful, to being a one-woman man. He could now go back to loving his wife the way she deserves. Besides, the thing with Sakura was nothing but a fling. A spur of the moment. Something easily forgotten. The love he has for Lydia was more important.

Bullshit. You know that is complete bullshit.

He sighed. It was bullshit. A spur of the moment? Crap. He has always been faithful to every woman he ever had, especially to Lydia. For him to just go after Sakura . . . There has to be something between them that made him walk up to her that night.

He was attracted to her, yes. When you're married it isn't unusual to feel a twinge of attraction towards someone, but it's up to the spouse to not do anything with it. To ignore it.

He didn't ignore it with Sakura.

He admired her, yes. He could have mistaken his admiration for lust.

But lust wouldn't have been enough for him to break his oath to Lydia.

No, that night he had walked up to her because of something else, something too extraordinary for him to explain.

And now, staring at the fireflies, he knew it was because there was something between them that he never had with Lydia. Never. With Sakura it felt . . . natural.

He needed to stop thinking of her. That's all. With Sakura gone he no longer needs to worry anymore. He no longer needs to feel all the guilt. He grimaced.

Oh yes, let's not forget my damn guilt.

Every time he was with Sakura he didn't feel guilty. But when he looked at Lydia . . . God, the guilt just hit him hard, knowing that he has a faithful wife who loves him and adores him and what is he doing? Going out with another woman. Jeez, how do cheating husbands do it? How can they carry on an affair for so long without feeling guilty? He was carrying an affair with Sakura and the guilt was so overwhelming.

He stood up. He was free now. He can be true to Lydia again.

But when his eyes settled on those fireflies he remembered Sakura's eyes shinning when she had seen them, which brought back all the fun they had in one little week. He felt something for her. He didn't know what, and it's crazy because it's only been a week, but he felt something for Sakura. What was missing wasn't her explanation. It's her.

He had to get her back. He knew this was his once chance to go back to the way things were, to be faithful to his wife and live with no secrets between them. But he didn't care. He wanted Sakura back, and he was going to get her.

"Syaoran?"

He turned. "Sakura?" He blinked; making sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. Nope. They weren't. She was real, and she was there. Sad and scared. And yet he didn't move.

"I-" She bit her lip. She looked at all the fireflies, watching them fly. "I want to-"

His heart was beating fast with hope. Could it be that she wanted to get back together?

She was wringing her hands. "Can you-" Another pause and then she glared at him. "Okay, you have to help me here, Syaoran! I don't like that blank face you have!"

If this wasn't such a serious situation, if it wasn't for the fact that she looked so scared, he would have laughed. Instead he took the couple of steps that led to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, his features softening.

"How can I help when I don't know a reason on why you are here?"

She looked at them with heart-breaking eyes. "I'm sorry I ended things yesterday. I had this nightmare about-" She broke off and shook her head. "Look, the point is I want you back. I want to be with you, continue to see where this thing goes. Please give me a second chance. Please don't turn away from me. I probably deserve it and I probably shouldn't even be begging you to take me back but-"

He stopped her babbling by placing two fingers on her lips. A smile was on his lips. "Just now" he whispered softly "I had decided to come after you and get you back. I was going to do some begging of my own." He placed his forehead against hers. "So how about you stop begging and I just say yes, that I will take you back."

She looked up at him. "Really?"

He nodded, and kissed her soft lips. "Really."

She placed her hands on his cheeks and held his face still as she kissed him, hard, on his lips.

"Thank you" she said softly, sincerely, against his lips. "Thank so much."

He wrapped his arms around her waist to bring her closer against him, making her wrap her arms around his neck to keep her balance.

"No thanks needed" he murmured as he brought his head down for a more passionate kiss.

Passion rose between them, stronger then ever before.

Tongues intertwined.

Moans rose.

Minutes later. "A week isn't too soon, right?"

A pause. "No."

And the fireflies continued to dance above the two people who connected their bodies, their minds, into one as the night marked a time where two souls, committed to other people, officially started a forbidden, dangerous, affair.

AN: Yeah, I know. They break up and then get together the next day. I know a couple who had always done that, break up one day, and then a week later they are happily back together.

Well, what did you think? I tried not to repeat myself, but I don't know if I succeeded.

And I know I'm taking a long time updating chapters, but that's because I don't have time to write except for the weekends, and what sucks is the fact that my sister is also going to school and she hogs the computer doing her essays for hours and hours because she's busy watching TV or talking on the phone.

But, there is good news. Another reason why I have taken such a long time is because I wasn't sure of the time line this story was going on, so I wrote ahead and have just completed chapter eight (It's important for the timeline to be just right in this story). So I'm hoping to be updating this story at least once every two weeks. Maybe.

Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. Thank you!