I Didn't Know

a/n: So this is like my first yaoi ficcie ever…so please don't go hard on me… and um, well, just read on!

warning: yaoi (but just a little bit)

Chapter I: He's Back and He Musn't Know

It was ten thirty-five when Flight 736 landed. Sakura and Yukito were waiting at the MAIA Airport. Someone special was on the way home. Very special.

Sakura felt herself blush in the deepest shade of red. She felt so bubbly. She wanted to shout, to run, to dance like a wild lunatic! She wanted the whole world to know that her major heartbeat was coming back.

As for Yukito...well, he kept his thoughts to himself.

Seconds later, a handsome blonde about five foot-nine walked towards their direction. He was garbed in Ck, and Gucci practically oozed out of him. He was like a model who jumped out from Vogue magazine, with that savvy style and those perfect set of teeth. He waved at them. "Hey!"

Sakura was, like, Holy! She blinked twice. She ran to meet him, not knowing the embarrassment ahead of her. Oh, yes. The future was cruel.

The world suddenly played in slow motion. Sakura was about to make contact with his flawless skin, mouthing the name "Syaoran" when the guy jumped away from her. "Excuse me, miss..." He muttered, walking away from her and hugging and kissing two brunettes. And I don't mean women. (snicker)

Sakura ran to the bathroom to find comfort in the person of a toilet bowl.

Minutes later, a roguish punk with spiked purple hair and in a fishnet shirt entered the dreaded airport. He slicked back his hair with those metal-filled hands. He looked so cool with that spike choker which looked so seductive and those Spandex pants which choked the living dead out of those cutie little dangling things. He waved at them, grinning in a way, which emphasized the sparkling tongue-ring.

Sakura felt extremely scorched. She wanted him, desired him, craved for him. She looked behind her just to be sure. The coast was clear. She couldn't take it anymore. "SYAORAN!"

The guy just kept on talking and waving and smiling. BUT no one was there to return him the greetings. Sakura stared at him.

Another trip to the bathroom of misery where all one talks to is the stinking urine.

All the while, Yukito was laughing his head off.

Hours later, a cherubic yet stupid face with chestnut hair wearing an old sweatshirt and a shabby jacket came running towards them, the luggage trailing behind him. He waved, and cried, "Sakura!"

"Who are you now? A drag queen?" Sakura said, sulking and not daring to face the new stranger who might be the cause of her third confrontation with the toilet, crammed up in a cubicle the size of a sardines can. But Sakura looked at the boy with the messy hair and dilapidated clothes, and knew HE was the one.

She jumped and shrieked for joy. "Syaoran!" She sped towards him; Yukito at her back.

The two squashed each other. Sakura wiped away her tears. "I'm so glad you're back, Syaoran! You have no idea how much I've gone through."

"Me, too, Sakura," the boy answered. He noticed Yukito watching him behind those glasses. "Hey, Yukito! Wazzup?"

"Welcome back, Li," Yukito greeted him, grinning. "I see you've changed a lot." Both Sakura and Syaoran didn't notice the hunger in his eyes.

"No, he didn't!" Sakura butted in.

"Shut up, Sakura!" Yukito barked and the girl whimpered.

Syaoran smiled, thrusting his chest out. "Actually, I have grown a lot. I could well say I'm a pretty big man. See?" He showed off his biceps.

Yukito nodded. "Yes, but you aren't man enough to face reality. You're only eighteen!" He chuckled.

Sakura studied him. Yes, Syaoran has really changed. His face became more MALE and his body leaner and tanned. Not to mention, he had become such an asshole.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Syaoran held her closer to his body. blush

"Sakura has changed, too, as I've observed," he said in a husky voice.

The girl felt her body heating up, remembering the night she spent with Eriol, his loving arms and kisses, and - she slapped herself. Snap out of it, Sakura!


"Sakura!" A voice jerked her awake. Syaoran's concerned face showed up. "Are you okay?"

Yukito stepped in between them and held the girl by the shoulders. "Sakura, Li was asking where Tomoyo is. Are you okay enough to tell him?"

"What?" Sakura blinked. She felt so stupid. Here she was, thinking of Eriol when Tomoyo was a hundred feet under the ground, cold and stinking. "Uh, yeah...She's dead."

"What!" Syaoran's voice boomed. "When? How? Why didn't you tell me?"

Sakura wouldn't let their eyes meet. As much as possible, she didn't want to relay the events from the beginning again. Everyone had been pressuring her during Tomoyo's death. It had been so hard, people asking this, arguing that. Then, there was the police, constantly watching her every move. She's not even saved by the walls of the bathroom from their prying eyes.

Well, they should... Somebody whispered. A gust of cold wind hit her.

Who's that? Sakura looked around. Everything was blurry. She couldn't even see Syaoran or Yukito or the airport. Shit! Now, I'm hallucinating… Just great!


You think you're hallucinating? Not!
The mysterious voice answered.

"Oh, God!" Sakura cried. "It couldn't be possible!" She didn't know what was happening. But she was afraid. No, terrified. She screamed. She didn't know she startled the two guys who immediately calmed her down.

"I don't think this is the right time for you to ask about Tomoyo," Sakura heard Yukito say. "I'll just tell you what happened some other time."

Syaoran led the dumbfounded Sakura. "She must have had a hard time."

Yukito grabbed the boy's bags and hailed a taxi. "Yeah. As of now, I think you ought to rest. After that trip or something."

"Yeah!" Syaoran answered as they got in the cab. He looked at Sakura who was staring out the window. He pressed her hand gently. Sakura smiled at him and stared back at the window.

Fake smile… What could have happened? He thought, wondering. He glanced at Yukito who was at the passenger's seat and his eyes turned dark. You must have something to do with this… Even up to now, he still had some doubts about Yukito and his intentions.

Sakura tried to keep her mind in focus and pretend she was having a good time. Shit, Syaoran! Don't even try to read my thoughts… You wouldn't live to hear even one-fourth of it.

TBC

a/n: hoo! I'm tingling all over! chappie 2 is up! I'll try to make this the yaoi part. Promise! R & R please! Don't worry, I practically embrace flames!

Not!