Loathsome Love
A/N- Sorry I've been on such along break, but I love you guys and you know it :) I also reread my fanfic agian, and I noticed that Sakura asked about Meiling twice. Sorry for the mistake!
Syaoran: You love me? -sob- Me too. :D
Sakura: -thwack- You pervert, she's not talking about you. -.-
Syaoran: -sad puppy eyes- -sniff- Really? (A/N- isn't he sweet?)
Sakura: I don't love you anymore! –stomps out of room-
Suko: I think you'd better go. -pat pat-
Syaoran: You don't love me either? –bawls-
Disclaimer:
CCS- not mine
Sakura- not mine
Syaoran- not mine T.T
Story Line- MINE! BWAHAHAH!
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13. Revenge
She could feel the wind blowing in her hair as she ran to the bus stop. Her eyes spotted the dead cherry blossom in her journal. She threw the journal away in disgust. She was just going to rust and wither and die away, like the flower, with no one to love or care for her in the world.
Sakura sadly smiled at the memory of their first encounter. His amber eyes staring fiercely into her emerald ones, it was like a dream come true. But why? Why would he tell Meilin? Did he plan to marry his cousin and break her heart? What was the point? Why now? Why not sooner?
She slid in one of the seats and stared out the window, appreciating the spectacular scenery outside. She would never be lied to again. Never.
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"Excuse me?" Syaoran scoffed. "You expect me to believe that she told you about my father?"
MeiLin pouted. Things were not working out greatly. "She told me yesterday night! And then this morning she started packing and stuff. I don't know!"
"Let me ask you this, MeiLin. I want to know when you met her yesterday night." He scowled at the girl sitting across from her.
"About 10 or so. Look, I don't know! I just met her last night, okay?" MeiLin defended herself as she felt him suddenly grabbing her wrists.
"Where the hell is she, you fucking liar?" he roared, his expressions frightful.
"I don't know!" Meilin yelled responded, liking the feeling of his hand on her wrists. "It's just—"
"WHAT? It's just what? That you're a filthy lying bitch who can't mind her own business?" he screamed, leaning closer to her.
Meilin smirked as she pulled him in and started to kiss him roughly.
Syaoran tried to pull away, but her lips were strongly connected to his cousins. The thought was gruesome.
"Syaoran!" he heard a person gasping at the door, looking shocked.
Meilin smirked as she pulled away from his lips, finally letting him go. Syaoran wiped the lipstick off of his mouth, facing the person standing by the door as he started to apologize.
"Sakura?" he whispered.
She laughed as she walked away. "Don't even think about it, mister."
"SAKURA!" he yelled after, leaving the pleased Meilin sitting comfortably on the chair. She cackled slightly and took a sip of her drink.
Yelan, however, was standing behind the statue of the roaring lion.
"Dearest niece, how do you fare today?" an angry spark was seen in her eyes as she spoke these words. She dropped the glass in shock.
"Oops; I guess you'll have to pay for that. In the meantime," she sat down in Syaoran's former seat. "Let's talk."
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"SAKURA! SAKURA!" He had seen her run to the park, he brown hair flying everywhere. Syaoran ran faster, finally catching a glimpse of her white gown.
"SAKURA!" he yelled again, causing her face to turn around.
Beautiful droplets of tears were on her rosy cheeks, her hair was messy, but she still looked beautiful to him. She quickly turned away and ran faster.
He darted to catch her just as she tumbled to the ground, tripping over a rock.
She struggled under his strong hold. Never. Never again would she be lied to. The thought raced through her brain as she tried to pull away.
"Sakura, I—Meilin—she—It was a setup!" he stuttered, looking her in the eye.
"Don't you fucking lie to me, Syaoran Li" Sakura's emerald eyes flared dangerously at the man standing in front of her.
"I'm not—" before he could finish, Sakura's hand had connected to his left cheek. He stared at the girl and watched a tear slip from her beautiful eyes.
"I swear, I did not tell her anything!" he roared at her, grabbing both of her wrists tightly. "Sakura, listen to me."
She could hear him pleading in the midst of all her thoughts. She wouldn't get hurt. Not again. She never should've told him about—everything. She wanted to give him a chance to explain, but when she got back, he was already on his cousin.
Sakura tried to shake out the image of them kissing so roughly. Syaoran's hands snaked around Meilin's, his lips connected to hers. And when she stood there, calling out his name, she was appalled by the image. Syaoran had just wiped the dirty slutty lipstick off of his lips and called out her name.
No, it didn't seem right. Her life never seemed right. She wriggled away from his grasp and ran into the night.