Title: Bliss
Summary: The one time she was willing to tell him, He didn't want to know.
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I could so be Clamp.. But sadly, I'm not, and you know it.
Notes: No more 'first person' will be used. At least, not in this chapter. I'm not particularly fond of them.
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Sakura sighed.
It'd been seven years. Seven long, tedious, love-less years of being away from her childhood town. She reprimanded herself, eyes closing partially over her cherry pink eyes as she smiled into the hazy reflection of her mirror.
Bad, Sakura, bad. What have we told ourselves about recollection and remembrance? Whatever it'd been, it was obviously being carefully ignored.
The sixteen year old girl forced herself to turn away from the mirror, padding softly over to her wardrobe as she fingered the uniform blouse and skirt that she would soon have to pull over her head, and pull up to her waist. She smiled again, as her daily routine played in her head. She would then hurry out of her house, tardiness avoided by mere seconds as she would skid into the classroom. After school, she would hang around a little longer with her friends, before coming back home, eating dinner, and drifting into a dreamless sleep.
It hadn't always been like that. Her life, seven years ago, never used to be so predictable. She blamed this sense of inconsistency mainly on Syaoran. It was always he that would get them into the less serious forms of trouble, and at the receiving end of their teachers' reprimands. If he wasn't teasing her about one thing, than they were arguing about another. Taunting on both parts usually involved the words 'baka gaki' and 'kaijuu', and other creative spur of the moment names. Back in those days, something exciting would happen on a day to day basis, assuring Sakura Kinomotou that she would never face a day of normalcy as long as the notorious Syaoran Li was around.
But, things changed. One day, her father informed her brother and herself that they would be moving closer into the city because he'd had a raise. Sakura had, at first, been excited, and praised her father with a congratulatory hug. But then the words sank in.
Moving. That meant...
No more Syaoran?
How was she going to tell him that?
Gently, Sakura lifted her uniform from where it hung on it's hanger, pulling it off, and crossing the room towards her bed to lay it on the mattress. Her eyes were still far away, though, as she distractedly began to strip herself of the pajamas she wore, and pull said blouse over her head.
A few days after she'd found out- the eve before they left- she'd decided to tell him about it. Of course, there had been something else she'd wanted to say as well. But she hadn't gotten the chance to tell him. He'd denied her words before they came out, and in the end, all she had gotten out of it was a goodbye hug, and a few whispered words in her ear.
She finished dressing as her eyes narrowed, a blush settling underneath her eyes as she picked up her schoolbag from the floor, pausing before she opened the door.
Since then, she'd tried to instill a sort of hatred for the boy into her heart, any sort of dislike would have done, really.
But she cared and loved to much for her emotions to listen, and all it had concluded in was more heartache, and a slight headache. Dropping her head with an audible sigh, she let her eyes wander to her wrist watch, and she paused for a moment.
Across the house, Touya groaned at his daily wake-up call, which consisted of "HOOOOEEE! I'M LATE!" Which was followed by footsteps thundering down the stairs, a skid on the wood floor, and concluded with the creak and slam of a door.
Slowly, he raised the back of his palm to his forehead, closing his eyes at the sunlight that drifted in through the blinds. He needed coffee.
Somewhere across the province, Syaoran Li had awoken abruptly with a throbbing headache. He opened his eyes, the sun (which he tried to hide every night behind tightly drawn curtains) shone through his window, catching the gold in his eyes before he let them close while rolling over onto his stomach.
The boy could only mildly assume that today was going to be 'one of those days'. The ones that seemed to drag on forever, without any real purpose or cause to their name. It was times like these that Syaoran Li considered the benefits of a certain caffeinated beverage.
No longer drowsy, the last heir to the Li clan managed the simple task of kicking off his duvet, continuing to swing his legs around so that his toes swayed above the soft carpeting that covered almost half of his house. He took a brief moment of pause, a crease forming between his brows as he surveyed the room.
Already, Syaoran Li had picked up a change- so subtle was it that he was surprised that even he had been able to detect it. Pushing himself onto his feet, the bow found himself frowning, unconsciously raising a hand to scratch the back of his head in wonder. His eyes wavered over every object; the desk with little to nothing on it; his two Katana's that sat in their holdings on the far wall; his unmade bed; the side desk with the alarm clock on it...
Syaoran managed a double take at the clock, surprised at what it was telling him. Now it read '730am' in bright, bold characters. Which was strange, as class started at '7:20am', and usually Syaoran woke up around dawn.
Cursing subtly under his breath, the 16 year old managed to all but throw himself at his closet, brushing by fighting clothes and summer kimono's to grab at his uniform. Then, with the grace of a hunted wolf, he all but ripped his clothing off, managing to dress himself in an all time record of 15 seconds. Glancing once more to the clock, Syaoran shouldered his black bag, and left through the front door in 7 seconds flat.
Already, it was beginning to be one of those days.
Reviewer response
Enticing: Much appreciated. Sorry you were eagerly awaiting for six months.