Ace!
Class 11 – Grace
Sakura woke with her arms wrapped around her stomach, rather than Syaoran's. She groaned and sat up, looking at her boyfriend. They'd been together for about two weeks now, and so far so good. Neither's studies had slipped and their tennis game progressed as usual.
She hissed as a sharp pain in her side attacked her. "What's today," she wondered, and got up to look at their calendar by the door. The twenty-first… "Not again," Sakura groaned, and grimaced in pain. This month the cramps were a bit stronger than usual.
She walked to her drawers and pulled out her special 'period' compartment. Out came a heated vest and her pain relievers. She opened the bottle and saw no pills left inside. She glared at the bottle.
"Morning Sakura," Syaoran said wearily. Sakura didn't reply and stared at the bottle in now horror. Syaoran sat up and looked at her in confusion. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Sakura snapped and marched to the bathroom. The door shut quietly, much to Syaoran's relief. Suddenly the door opened and Sakura marched out again. "Why didn't you tell me I forgot my clothes?" Syaoran opened his mouth to answer and she glared daggers, "Shut up already!" She grabbed random articles of clothing and marched back to the bathroom, leaving a stunned Syaoran.
He ran a hand through his hair and went through everything that happened the night before. Nothing much, both were doing their homework… and they went to sleep without making out or anything… she didn't lose at their ranking match yesterday . . . what could be wrong with her?
He climbed out of bed and rummaged through his clothes. "This one can be worn about three more times before it's washed," he thought as he pulled out a pair of shorts. He found a clean shirt (those could not be worn multiple times), and waited for Sakura to finish.
She walked out and smiled. "Hurry up Syaoran, or we're gonna be late!" Syaoran blinked in confusion before realization hit him. If she was as bad as his sisters . . . Syaoran's stomach clenched up in horror. He smiled and nodded, then grabbed his clothes and made a beeline for the bathroom.
"I really need to get some pain relievers," Sakura thought as she walked to class, "These heat pads aren't helping!" She glanced at Syaoran, who hadn't said anything on the way. She bit her lip, could he be mad at her? What did she do? Nothing, right? "Syaoran," she said, and he looked down at her.
"What?""N-nothing," she replied and felt her eyes tear up. "He's really mad at me…"
Syaoran watched her changing expressions with a frown. What did his sisters like again… chocolate? Would she feel better if he got her some? It was morning though… Donuts? Did they even have donuts in this school? It was a western breakfast after all . . . flavored bread? What kind did Sakura like again? Melon? Peach?
Did she even eat bread? Syaoran ran a hand through his hair nervously. Maybe she wanted to be treated like a princess? It was a boys school though… Syaoran groaned. Maybe he should just leave her alone.
Sakura couldn't keep herself from grabbing her stomach and laying on her head on the desk. "Just one pill," she thought, "Just one pill!" Could she go to the nurse? No, not without her secret getting out. Sakura sighed, then grimaced. Couldn't they turn into a dull ache like they usually do?
"Kira, is something wrong," the teacher asked, and all eyes turned to him.
"N-no," he replied, and stood up. "Do I need to read this?"
Syaoran's eyes widened as he noticed a red splotch in her inner thigh. He abruptly stood, "Teacher, I request permission to take Kira to the nurse."
"Why," the teacher inquired, and the class took the attention off of Kira and onto himself. Syaoran quickly scanned his mind for excuses.
"As his roommate I should know that he was having stomach problems this morning."
"Is that so," the teacher replied, looking at an embarrassed Kira, "And may I ask what the problem is?"
"He," Syaoran began, and felt his stomach turn into knots. He couldn't use that excuse, he couldn't! But what other things cause an upset stomach? Think! Think!
"Anytime now, Mr. Li."
Nothing! He glanced at his girlfriend and silently begged for forgiveness, then said – "He can't poop sir!"
Everyone's jaw dropped, and Sakura felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment and anger. Then the laughter. The loud, boisterous, laughter of a class given a personal detail.
"P-permission granted," Teacher stuttered, and Syaoran nodded, then dragged Kira out of the room.
"What was that about," Sakura shrieked as they left the class building, "I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"
"I'm sorry," Syaoran said, and pointed at her crotch, "But I noticed that –"
"What are you doing, you pervert," she yelled, and punched him. Syaoran grimaced and shook his head.
"You've got it all wrong –"
"I hate you," she replied, eyes tearing up, "I hate you!"
Syaoran's jaw dropped. Hate? Hate, from such a small thing? She hated him? A flame ignited inside and he glared as he grabbed her and pulled her close. Sakura started to scream but he put his hand over her mouth. "Shut up for once," he half growled, "You have a blood splotch on her leg. I did that to get you out of there before anyone else noticed."
Sakura's face turned a bright red, and Syaoran released her. She started crying and ran away. Syaoran stared at her running back in shock. He had gone too far. Years of sisters couldn't prepare him for this.
Sakura heeded Syaoran's advice and changed. She left the soiled pants in their sink filled with cold water, and decided to skip her next classes and rest until tennis practice. Since they were about to leave for Hokkaido for a tournament, he was working them to the bone. Sakura bit her lip. Usually in high school the coach let her go easy when she was on her rag. But now. . . Sakura groaned.
She sighed as she fell on her bed. She should apologize to Syaoran. She really didn't hate him . . . Sakura blushed as the incident earlier came to mind. No, he didn't have to go that far.
"You jerk," Sakura murmured as she fell asleep.
"Err, how may I help you," the store worker asked, smiling gently. Syaoran looked up at her, cheeks flushed.
"My girlfriend – err- she's having cramps-"
"Oh poor dear," the girl replied. "Are you getting her medicine?"
"Y-yeah," he began, "Among other things," and finished under his breath.
The worker's eyes brightened, "I wish my boyfriend was that nice to me. Here, get her these. They're Heaven in a bottle." Syaoran smiled and grabbed the bottle.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Do you need anything else?"
"Now that you mention it . . . got any chocolate," Syaoran replied, and the girl laughed.
"That comes to five thousand fifteen yen." Syaoran nodded and pulled out the money while she packaged his items. At the last item his eyes widened and he blushed.
"I didn't buy that," he stuttered, and the girl winked."Don't worry, it's on me," she replied and handed Syaoran the bag. "Have fun, okay!" Syaoran nodded before getting out of the store as fast as he could. He checked his watch as he boarded the train, one hour before practice. More than enough time."Sakura," he asked as he entered their room. She didn't answer, and he frowned. Could she still be mad at him? Wasn't all of that said on a mood swing? Whenhe saw her sleeping face, relief flooded over him. She wasn't giving the silent treatment. He smiled and shook her gently. "Sakura. Sakura, wake up."
Her eyes flashed open and she sat up, alarmed. "Is it time for practice yet? Did I miss it?"
Syaoran smiled. "Nope. Still a half hour before it starts." Sakura sighed with relief, then grimaced. Suddenly a bag was thrust into her lap. "Here," Syaoran said, blushing slightly. Sakura wrinkled her nose in confusion and opened the bag. A medicine bottle, a box of chocolate pocky, a chocolate bar, some cookies, and a pudding. Her eyes teared up.
"You," sniff, "don't hate," sniff, "me?"
Syaoran chuckled softly, "You don't hate me?" Sakura shook her head. He smiled, "Then we're even." Sakura smiled then took some of the medicine. By time practice started the medicine should start kicking in.
"Listen up you beep," Coach said as he walked over. Today's 'practice' had been nothing but the killer stamina training Coach loved to use as punishment normally. "I think we're finally ready for that tournament in Hokkaido. As you know, winning this will let you gain an upper hand before the nationals and pro qualification. It is that reason I have opted for an out of island tournament rather than a local one."
"Yeah right," Akizuki replied, "You have a girlfriend there, don't ya Coach?"
"If I wasn't in such a good mood I'd give you beep a hundred more laps for that remark," Coach replied with a good natured wink. Kira blinked in confusion. Since when was Coach so . . . easygoing? "This tournament in particular brings the best of the best in Hokkaido. I don't want you getting cocky."
"We're in the top three nationwide," Syaoran muttered under his breath, "The highest ranked team in Hokkaido is-"
"The number two Sakugakuen," Eriol finished, glancing at Syaoran. Syaoran's eyes widened. Eriol chuckled. "Coach! Since you're bringing your girlfriend, can I bring mine?"
"I have no beep girlfriend in Hokkaido," Coach yelled in frustration. The team laughed.
"Sure, sure ya don't," Akizuki replied, "Its written all over your face!"
"Could it be," Hideki said, and Akizuki's eyes widened.
"Unrequited love," he finished with a flourish. Coach's cheeks had the slightest hint of pink, and Akizuki snickered. "How many for hooking Coach up at Hokkaido?"
"Fiftey laps," Coach yelled, and Akizuki nodded, then winked at the team, who laughed silently, as not to arouse Coach's anger further.
"Girlfriend," Kira questioned, "Since when did you get a girlfriend?"
Eriol smiled sheepishly. "I haven't asked her formally yet, but I was thinking about doing it tonight."
"Is it Tomoyo," he asked.
Eriol arched an eyebrow. "Who else would it be? You're her best friend, right," he asked, then paused, "Does. . . does she like me?"
Kira shrugged, "You're going to have to find out yourself. Although she does always ask about you when we see each other. . . .I'm a bit jealous. My best friend, whom I haven't seen all week, only wants to know about my teammate," Kira said with a wink.
Eriol sighed with relief. "I know we're not going to have a long time together, but I want to work things out long distance too."
"Long distance," Kira replied, confused. "Why would you have to have a long distance relationship?"
Eriol's eyes widened with surprise. She didn't tell Kira? Well, she had a reason then. . . best not to give it away. . . . "Well, we're going to be gone allot, with tennis and all," he lied.
"Oh don't worry about that," Kira replied, "She'll stay with you through the thick and thin." Eriol smiled and nodded.
"I know."
"You're my hero," Sakura said as she climbed into bed. Syaoran half smirked and wrapped his arm around her stomach, per ritual. "But how did you know what to get me?"
"I have five sisters, remember," he replied and pinched her cheek. "I just got you what they usually asked for."
"Is that so," Sakura replied with a pout.
"Don't worry," he smirked, "I'll do something for you I don't do for them." Sakura turned and looked at him questioningly. In a sudden swift move he was on top of her, nibbling at her neck.
"Syaoran," she protested, although halfheartedly.
"I'll kiss you where it hurts," a grin, "Even down there." Sakura's cheeks flamed and Syaoran laughed. "Just kidding." She growled and punched him. He chuckled and kissed her softly.
"You're forward today," she stated.Syaoran chuckled, "Blame the chocolate." Sakura's amusement was cut short by another kiss, but that, of course, was a different type of amusement…
A/N: The coveted period episode! Sorry if this grossed any of my readers out. ; It was the inspiration! The inspiration! Blame it! . Not allot of Akizuki, Eriol, Tomoyo or Hideki in these chapters… ah well. Next chapter will be longer, promise!
