The Ward
Disclaimer: I only own Kero! *Gets evil eye from Clamp ladies* Or not... they er, *points* belong to Clamp.
A/N: There are certain scenes in this story that seem to be ok under the rating of PG-13, and aren't quite R, either, but I'm not sure. Please use your judgment as to whether or not you should continue reading. Thanks a lot ^.-
Chapter One: The E-mail
Syaoran yawned, and closed his eyes. Meilin looked at him blinked. He seemed so tired and out of it these days. She shook him lightly.
"Syaoran? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he murmured softly. His thoughts floated to Sakura, and how she was doing. "So uh, how do you think everyone's doing... in Japan?" he asked.
Meilin clasped her hands together nervously. She knew who he was thinking about, and although she had gotten past her feelings for him long ago, she still didn't know how to react to him when he talked about her.
He had gone to visit her a few years back, but found that her family no longer lived in the same house. He had tried calling her, as well as Tomoyo, but neither had answered. What could she say to comfort him?
"I tried e-mailing Sakura, but she didn't write back... so I tracked down Tomoyo's e-mail, and I'm waiting for a response," she told him.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked, giving her a confused look.
"I didn't want to get your hopes up, in case Tomoyo doesn't answer, either," she said, looking at him sympathetically.
"I can't help it... I miss her," he said sadly, turning his head away.
***
A girl of eighteen was sprawled across the couch, ignoring the T.V. and flipping through some fashion magazine. As soon as she heard the door, she leapt up from her spot and ran to it.
"Syaoran-kun!!" she shouted happily, jumping on him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're home!"
"Niyara, please get off me," he said in a tired voice, pushing her away lightly.
Meilin rolled her eyes. She was sure that Niyara's parents had only arranged her marriage with Syaoran because she would be marrying into money, while Syaoran's mother believed that it would help him get over his love for Sakura.
Niyara pouted, looking for sympathy. "Oh, but Syaoran... I've missed you so much," she said, giving him an innocent smile. He rolled his eyes and walked away.
Syaoran went into his bedroom, and shut the door. He fell across the bed and closed his eyes. Why didn't she call him anymore? The calls had abruptly stopped six years ago, and since then he hadn't been able to contact her. Her brother would always answer the home and vaguely tell him that she would come back soon, but until then, he couldn't speak to her.
About two years after that, he had gone to visit her, and found that she was gone. He had tried calling her again last year, but no one had answered, so he tried calling Tomoyo for information... but found that she was gone, too. He sighed. "Sakura... oh, Sakura, where are you?" he whispered to himself. He heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked dazedly.
"It's Niyara. I've brought you some tea," she said. Getting no answer, she simply opened the door and walked inside. "Syaoran, you look so tired... here, have some tea."
Syaoran knew Niyara's motive for wanting to marry him, and as a result he usually ignored her. "Thanks," he said, taking the cup from her.
When he was done, she took the cup from him and placed it on the dresser. "Feel better?" she asked.
"Yeah," he lied, turning onto his side and pretending to go to sleep.
"Oh no you don't, not yet," she said, jumping on him playfully. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him passionately.
He resisted angrily, and pushed her away. "Let me sleep, will ya?"
She sat up and pouted angrily. "You always try to resist me! I know you want me... just let me handle it, I know you'll like it," she said seductively.
Before he could speak, she closed her hand around his length and gave it a soft squeeze. A moan escaped from Syaoran's lips. Niyara smiled; he was hers now. She bent down and kissed him sensually, letting her tongue explore all the reaches of his mouth. Overcome by his desires, he kissed her back hungrily, and pushed her onto the bed with force.
Meilin walked past his door, about to go into the computer room. She heard him moan through the door and stopped in her tracks, startled. She knew Niyara was in there, but who would've thought she'd actually succeed in arousing him? She hadn't given him up so someone like Niyara could get to him. She stomped angrily over to the computer.
Niyara broke free of the kiss and laughed. "That's the way, Syaoran," she smiled, unbuttoning her shirt. Conveniently, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm breasts looked delightfully tasteful at the moment.
"You manipulative whore..." he muttered, lowering his head to her breasts.
She only laughed. She knew he needed it; he'd held himself back for so long now. She took off his shirt and examined the smooth and well-toned stomach. She held onto his neck protectively with one hand, and let the other stroke his manhood.
"Gah!" he shouted in frustration. He tore himself away from her. He couldn't do this; not until he saw Sakura. He turned his head away from Niyara, unable to look at her. He could feel his legs ready to give up on him, and his knees were like jelly.
"Syaoran! Why do you do this? What's wrong? Why do you continue to deny yourself?" she asked, frustrated. She flung her shirt off, and walked up towards him.
He stared at her breasts. So tempting... he closed his eyes tightly. "Go away, Niyara, leave me alone." It took so much to resist her, especially when she wanted it so badly.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Meilin stood in the entrance. She ignored Niyara's shocked expression and stared directly at Syaoran, who had decided it was finally safe to open his eyes.
"Meilin Li! Syaoran and I are busy!" she shouted angrily, grabbing her shirt and trying desperately to cover her breasts.
"No, we're not," Syaoran said coolly, brushing her away.
Meilin continued to ignore Niyara, and grabbed a hold of the shirtless Syaoran. "You have to see this. Tomoyo responded to my e-mail," she said, dragging him to the computer.
Niyara fumed, alone in his room. She couldn't stand how close they were, and the amount of input and say Meilin had in everything! She kicked his nightstand angrily and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. If only she could get pregnant! Then the deal would be permanently sealed, and there'd be no way out for him.
Syaoran leaned over to read the screen:
Dear Meilin,
I'm very glad you wrote to me! I'm sorry if you tried to contact me before. I've moved to America, and have decided to stay here for college. I'll return to Japan once I'm done. I talk to Eriol about once a week, and he's doing fine as well. I'm sure you've already heard about Sakura. She's still in the Tomoeda Psychiatric Ward, and has been there for the past six years. I miss her dearly, and even now wish to see her. I will try to write to you again soon, but for now, I have to go. Good luck with everything, Meilin, perhaps we'll meet up again.
With love, Daidouji Tomoyo
Syaoran stared at the screen in disbelief. Tomoeda Psychiatric Ward? For what possible reason would they stick her in there? "I'm so sorry, Sakura," he murmured, rereading those words over and over. For six years!
Meilin placed a hand on his shoulder. "Syaoran..."
"I have to go to her, Meilin. I can't leave her in there," he said.
"Poor Sakura... I understand," she answered.
"Will you come with me?"
She looked up, surprised at his request. "I'll need a good friend," he added persuasively.
Meilin smiled, then hugged him. "Of course I will! Just a second, let me check something out," she answered hastily, typing away at the computer.
She looked up the site for Tomoeda Psychiatric Ward, and found exactly what she was looking for. "I thought they might be... look Syaoran, they're looking for Student Interns around this time. Since you take Psychiatry class, you can sign up to be one," she explained. "That way, you'll get to look into Sakura's files and actually talk to her."
"You're awesome, Meilin. Sign me up!"
Niyara secretly listened in on them, hiding behind the door. She heard Sakura's name constantly, echoing throughout the Li family's mansion. But whenever she inquired about her, everyone would wave the matter away, as if it were nothing. And now he was going to her! She grimaced. She would follow him there, no matter what. She wouldn't let this Sakura stand in the way of their relationship.
And there concludes the end of chapter one.
Li: But I want to see Sakura! Now!
Sunel: -.-; Then I'd suggest you...REVIEW... *glances at readers* Catch my drift?? Lol-Plz!!
------Well? What'd you think about Niyara? Isn't our Syaoran sweet??? So loyal, even after all these years... *blissful sigh*
I made this chapter a little longer ^.- and don't worry, I'll include the point of view of other characters, as the story progresses. Thanks for the reviews! Don't stop now ^.-
Disclaimer: I only own Kero! *Gets evil eye from Clamp ladies* Or not... they er, *points* belong to Clamp.
A/N: There are certain scenes in this story that seem to be ok under the rating of PG-13, and aren't quite R, either, but I'm not sure. Please use your judgment as to whether or not you should continue reading. Thanks a lot ^.-
Chapter One: The E-mail
Syaoran yawned, and closed his eyes. Meilin looked at him blinked. He seemed so tired and out of it these days. She shook him lightly.
"Syaoran? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he murmured softly. His thoughts floated to Sakura, and how she was doing. "So uh, how do you think everyone's doing... in Japan?" he asked.
Meilin clasped her hands together nervously. She knew who he was thinking about, and although she had gotten past her feelings for him long ago, she still didn't know how to react to him when he talked about her.
He had gone to visit her a few years back, but found that her family no longer lived in the same house. He had tried calling her, as well as Tomoyo, but neither had answered. What could she say to comfort him?
"I tried e-mailing Sakura, but she didn't write back... so I tracked down Tomoyo's e-mail, and I'm waiting for a response," she told him.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked, giving her a confused look.
"I didn't want to get your hopes up, in case Tomoyo doesn't answer, either," she said, looking at him sympathetically.
"I can't help it... I miss her," he said sadly, turning his head away.
***
A girl of eighteen was sprawled across the couch, ignoring the T.V. and flipping through some fashion magazine. As soon as she heard the door, she leapt up from her spot and ran to it.
"Syaoran-kun!!" she shouted happily, jumping on him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're home!"
"Niyara, please get off me," he said in a tired voice, pushing her away lightly.
Meilin rolled her eyes. She was sure that Niyara's parents had only arranged her marriage with Syaoran because she would be marrying into money, while Syaoran's mother believed that it would help him get over his love for Sakura.
Niyara pouted, looking for sympathy. "Oh, but Syaoran... I've missed you so much," she said, giving him an innocent smile. He rolled his eyes and walked away.
Syaoran went into his bedroom, and shut the door. He fell across the bed and closed his eyes. Why didn't she call him anymore? The calls had abruptly stopped six years ago, and since then he hadn't been able to contact her. Her brother would always answer the home and vaguely tell him that she would come back soon, but until then, he couldn't speak to her.
About two years after that, he had gone to visit her, and found that she was gone. He had tried calling her again last year, but no one had answered, so he tried calling Tomoyo for information... but found that she was gone, too. He sighed. "Sakura... oh, Sakura, where are you?" he whispered to himself. He heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked dazedly.
"It's Niyara. I've brought you some tea," she said. Getting no answer, she simply opened the door and walked inside. "Syaoran, you look so tired... here, have some tea."
Syaoran knew Niyara's motive for wanting to marry him, and as a result he usually ignored her. "Thanks," he said, taking the cup from her.
When he was done, she took the cup from him and placed it on the dresser. "Feel better?" she asked.
"Yeah," he lied, turning onto his side and pretending to go to sleep.
"Oh no you don't, not yet," she said, jumping on him playfully. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him passionately.
He resisted angrily, and pushed her away. "Let me sleep, will ya?"
She sat up and pouted angrily. "You always try to resist me! I know you want me... just let me handle it, I know you'll like it," she said seductively.
Before he could speak, she closed her hand around his length and gave it a soft squeeze. A moan escaped from Syaoran's lips. Niyara smiled; he was hers now. She bent down and kissed him sensually, letting her tongue explore all the reaches of his mouth. Overcome by his desires, he kissed her back hungrily, and pushed her onto the bed with force.
Meilin walked past his door, about to go into the computer room. She heard him moan through the door and stopped in her tracks, startled. She knew Niyara was in there, but who would've thought she'd actually succeed in arousing him? She hadn't given him up so someone like Niyara could get to him. She stomped angrily over to the computer.
Niyara broke free of the kiss and laughed. "That's the way, Syaoran," she smiled, unbuttoning her shirt. Conveniently, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm breasts looked delightfully tasteful at the moment.
"You manipulative whore..." he muttered, lowering his head to her breasts.
She only laughed. She knew he needed it; he'd held himself back for so long now. She took off his shirt and examined the smooth and well-toned stomach. She held onto his neck protectively with one hand, and let the other stroke his manhood.
"Gah!" he shouted in frustration. He tore himself away from her. He couldn't do this; not until he saw Sakura. He turned his head away from Niyara, unable to look at her. He could feel his legs ready to give up on him, and his knees were like jelly.
"Syaoran! Why do you do this? What's wrong? Why do you continue to deny yourself?" she asked, frustrated. She flung her shirt off, and walked up towards him.
He stared at her breasts. So tempting... he closed his eyes tightly. "Go away, Niyara, leave me alone." It took so much to resist her, especially when she wanted it so badly.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Meilin stood in the entrance. She ignored Niyara's shocked expression and stared directly at Syaoran, who had decided it was finally safe to open his eyes.
"Meilin Li! Syaoran and I are busy!" she shouted angrily, grabbing her shirt and trying desperately to cover her breasts.
"No, we're not," Syaoran said coolly, brushing her away.
Meilin continued to ignore Niyara, and grabbed a hold of the shirtless Syaoran. "You have to see this. Tomoyo responded to my e-mail," she said, dragging him to the computer.
Niyara fumed, alone in his room. She couldn't stand how close they were, and the amount of input and say Meilin had in everything! She kicked his nightstand angrily and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. If only she could get pregnant! Then the deal would be permanently sealed, and there'd be no way out for him.
Syaoran leaned over to read the screen:
Dear Meilin,
I'm very glad you wrote to me! I'm sorry if you tried to contact me before. I've moved to America, and have decided to stay here for college. I'll return to Japan once I'm done. I talk to Eriol about once a week, and he's doing fine as well. I'm sure you've already heard about Sakura. She's still in the Tomoeda Psychiatric Ward, and has been there for the past six years. I miss her dearly, and even now wish to see her. I will try to write to you again soon, but for now, I have to go. Good luck with everything, Meilin, perhaps we'll meet up again.
With love, Daidouji Tomoyo
Syaoran stared at the screen in disbelief. Tomoeda Psychiatric Ward? For what possible reason would they stick her in there? "I'm so sorry, Sakura," he murmured, rereading those words over and over. For six years!
Meilin placed a hand on his shoulder. "Syaoran..."
"I have to go to her, Meilin. I can't leave her in there," he said.
"Poor Sakura... I understand," she answered.
"Will you come with me?"
She looked up, surprised at his request. "I'll need a good friend," he added persuasively.
Meilin smiled, then hugged him. "Of course I will! Just a second, let me check something out," she answered hastily, typing away at the computer.
She looked up the site for Tomoeda Psychiatric Ward, and found exactly what she was looking for. "I thought they might be... look Syaoran, they're looking for Student Interns around this time. Since you take Psychiatry class, you can sign up to be one," she explained. "That way, you'll get to look into Sakura's files and actually talk to her."
"You're awesome, Meilin. Sign me up!"
Niyara secretly listened in on them, hiding behind the door. She heard Sakura's name constantly, echoing throughout the Li family's mansion. But whenever she inquired about her, everyone would wave the matter away, as if it were nothing. And now he was going to her! She grimaced. She would follow him there, no matter what. She wouldn't let this Sakura stand in the way of their relationship.
And there concludes the end of chapter one.
Li: But I want to see Sakura! Now!
Sunel: -.-; Then I'd suggest you...REVIEW... *glances at readers* Catch my drift?? Lol-Plz!!
------Well? What'd you think about Niyara? Isn't our Syaoran sweet??? So loyal, even after all these years... *blissful sigh*
I made this chapter a little longer ^.- and don't worry, I'll include the point of view of other characters, as the story progresses. Thanks for the reviews! Don't stop now ^.-