Ahh I'm so sore & slightly sunburnt. :( Sad. Anyways. That is what band camp does to you. It's only 4 days when I started writing this chapter so I'm not too tan. :) I wish they gave us more time to reapply sunscreen. Grr.

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"Hurry!" Syaoran shouted as he grabbed Sakura's hand when she finally made it outside the restaurant. He set off on a sprint, pulling Sakura with him. Sakura was trying to catch up without getting her right arm dislocated. "Mou, SLOW DOWN, SYAORAN!"

"No time!" The amber eyed cook shouted. Finally, in about five minutes, he skidded to a halt in front of a white apartment and dragged Sakura through the front doors with him. They ran to the elevators and pressed the button. Looking at the meter above the elevator, it was still on the 14th floor.

"AAARGH!" Syaoran yelled impatiently. 'He's only on the 4th floor...' Quickly, he grabbed Sakura's wrist again and he ran up the stairs, pulling her with him. Finally, they got to the 4th floor in less than a minute and, without further ado, he found the door and kicked it open. Sakura smacked him upside the head from behind. "Idiot! You're so rude!"

Sakura's anger faded away as she saw a gloomy Eriol making noodles. He looked up sadly from his noodles at them and beckoned them to sit down. When he finished cooking, he served them each a bowl of noodles and sat down in front of them with his own bowl. After that, he poured three cups of wine (The wine bottle was already on the table) and took a deep breath.

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"Tomoyo loved dancing salsa," Eriol said as Sakura sipped her soup. The table was now filled with five empty wine bottles. "But when we married, there was no time for it. I'd always tell her that we'll dance when all the business settles and we get used to living here. There was still no time...so I told her that after I retire and after she came out of the hospital we'll throw a huge party on our 20th anniversary. Just wait... 'the chemotherapy will heal you...' But now, I'm retired, it's our anniversary...but she couldn't wait."

Sakura looked at him with teary eyes and reached out a hand to pat Eriol's. He continued. "She'd always wear long, stunning crimson red dresses...with a V-neck...and sleeves that ended to her elbows with some cloth trailing behind the sleeves. The bottom of the dress always ended at her knees in front and at her ankles in the back and...I just really miss her."

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"She was like my shadow," Eriol said as he moved across his living room, holding an imaginary Tomoyo in his arms as Sakura choked on her tears. He was almost done reminiscing on all the memories he's had with Tomoyo. "She knew exactly what to do when I moved a finger...I used to think I married her because she was one woman I could live with..."

Syaoran watched as Sakura continued to sob. 'I want to just...hold her and make sure she's alright...but that's too awkward! Well, friends do that too, right?' Slowly and uncertainly, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest. Luckily, she needed the comfort and didn't flinch, but only relaxed.

"...but when I was dancing alone with her...I realized...that she is my only partner," Eriol stopped dancing around with the imaginary Tomoyo and stood in the middle of the room, looking melancholy. A single tear slid down his cheek as he said, "I realized that I married her because she was the one woman I can't live without."

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To help cheer him up, Sakura tried to dance with Eriol. It was hard for her since he was much better at salsa than she was, but she managed to keep up. While they danced, Syaoran looked at the many pictures lined up on Eriol's wall. Most of all the pictures consisted of Eriol dancing with a raven haired woman. The camera's flash brought out her amethyst eyes. Tomoyo was indeed a beauty. Just then, Sakura came up to him, breathless. She was red from trying to keep up with Eriol's pace and was panting hard.

"Hey, you. Go dance with Eriol. I'm too tired and he's lonely," Sakura breathed. Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"What's wrong? You danced with Takashi," Sakura laughed.

"That was...an accident."

"Go!" Sakura pushed Syaoran to Eriol and giggled when Eriol took control. They were both laughing at Syaoran. 'Eriol seems happier...for now. I'm glad.'

After what seemed like hours, Eriol announced that he was tired, sluggishly crawled onto his couch, and fell asleep. Syaoran then turned to Sakura, chuckling. "Now that we're both warmed up, may I have the last dance?"

Sakura scoffed, but nodded. "Okay, sure."

She took his outstretched hand and he led her out to the middle of the living room. Because they were both tired from dancing salsa at an extremely high tempo, they started a waltz instead. Syaoran intertwined his fingers with Sakura's and held her waist with the other hand. Sakura's other hand rested between Syaoran's shoulder and neck. While dancing, Syaoran turned to look at Eriol. "He's gonna have a big hangover tomorrow..."

"No kidding," Sakura giggled.

"Hey, Sakura."

"Yeah?"

"Want to come over to my place? I have to show you something."

"Mmm...Mmkay. Sure."

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"Moou, Syaoran, it's cold!" Sakura shivered as they walked to Syaoran's apartment. Without speaking, Syaoran used his enormous jacket to cover the both of them. Sakura snuggled closer, shuddering all the way. "Arigatou, Syao-kun."

Ten minutes later, they arrived into the warm and welcoming apartment room of Syaoran's. Sakura looked around the place. "You were going to show me something?"

Syaoran nodded. "I got you a present."

"You did! You never told me that...Oh well! I like surprises!" Sakura chirped as she explored his home. She noticed a pole like figure near the corner of the room. She strode over to it, asking, "What's this?"

"I just hang from it for 20 minutes. Gets the blood going, you know?" Sakura was confused by the appearance but Syaoran obviously knew what to do. He somehow climbed up and hung down from the top. His upside-down face was now facing Sakura's right-side up one. Sakura laughed, "It's like...what was it? Spiderlan?"

"It's Spiderman," Syaoran said upside-down. "Get your English right. Or maybe you drank too much wine at Eriol's?"

"Well, sorry. Now where's my present?" Sakura asked, glaring inches away from his upside-down face. Syaoran pointed behind her. "It's on the couch."

Sakura excitedly ran over to the couch at the end of the room and found a basket loosely tied with a red ribbon. Syaoran quickly got down and followed her. He kneeled on the floor next to the couch, pulled on the ribbon to untie it, and placed his hands on the lid of the basket. Slowly, he lifted the lid up, saying, "Surprise!"

Sakura gasped in astonishment at what she was now staring at. A blond Pomeranian was staring back up at her. Still shocked, she picked it up from the basket and placed it in her lap. It was now barking sharply and wagging its tail. Sakura cuddled it. "Aww, he's so adorable!"

"Yep, isn't he?" Syaoran took him into his own hands and cuddled it in turn. When he placed it back into the basket, he sat down on the couch next to Sakura.

"Oh, thank you, Syaoran!" Sakura exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck. He tried to keep his cheeks un-crimson as he said, "You're welcome."

Syaoran could no longer keep his cheeks the same color when he felt Sakura's lips brush against his cheeks. 'It's only as friends right? Friends do that sometimes...Judging by her non-color-changing face, it is.'

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sakura yelled as she squeezed the life out of Syaoran. "Sa-ku-ra, let—go!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" Sakura apologized as she released her grip. Her arms were still around his neck, but much looser than before. "It's alright."

Syaoran's head was turned away from her the whole time, partly because he could hardly breathe, and partly because he didn't want Sakura to notice anything in case he blushed darker, but when he turned back around, he found himself staring into emerald orbs. Without thinking, his face inched closer to Sakura than ever before...until he could see every eyelash upon her eyelids and his lips pressed against hers. He could feel her melting into their very first kiss, but when he did, he seemed to finally realize what he just did. He broke away and bit his lip. "Sorry...I didn't mean—"

Sakura yelped, "No!" before he finished his sentence. Before he could ask what the problem was, Sakura's lips captured his again. 'What a cute way to kiss someone. Surprise them, then kiss them. Right, Sakura...'

He decided to risk it. After all, she probably was feeling a bit queasy from all that wine at Eriol's house. So maybe she really didn't like him at all? She was just drunk? Oh well...Nervously, he slowly slid his tongue across her lips and she opened them to allow entrance.

Reluctantly, Syaoran broke apart. This isn't right. He felt like he was taking advantage of Sakura drunk. But then she had kissed him too. But she had a boyfriend. 'She loves Ichiro. She's just out of it right now.' Surely enough, after five minutes of Syaoran's thinking, he felt a thump on his shoulder. He looked down to see Sakura fast asleep. He smirked as an idea came into his head. She was wearing a spaghetti strap under the jacket she had just taken off. He took out his camera and took a picture of her from the right angle so that her straps weren't showing. 'This will be a laugh...'

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Sakura turned around in the bed, yawning. When she stretched, her left arm knocked into something...or someone? Her eyes shot open and she looked at what she hit. Syaoran. She wasn't in her jacket, but in her spaghetti strap. Panicking, she fidgeted in her bed until she realized she was in a separate blanket. 'Oh, phew. Where'd my jacket go? I don't remember where it went...in the living room? Hmm...'

Brrrrring! Brrrrring! Brrrrring!

Sakura quickly pulled her blanket over herself and covered her entire body, looking much like an Eskimo as the alarm clock on Syaoran's bedside table rang. Brrrrring! She glanced around nervously, wishing she could be anywhere but here. Brrrrring! A hand knocked into her back. "Oh, sorry," mumbled a disgruntled voice. Like lightning, Sakura leapt out of bed and grabbed her shoes and jacket, which she found on the floor next to Kero. 'I'll have to come back for Kero,' She thought as she tripped over her blanket when running to retrieve her jacket.

"Where are you going?" Syaoran asked. Brrrrring!

"Uhh, uhh, yoga class!" Sakura made up hastily and wobbled out of the bedroom door and to the front door.

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Hmm, so Sakura's pretty much between two guys now. Hmm...review to find out what happens. Err, how it happens I guess.

Darn, the chapters are all getting shorter...and shorter...the next one will be really short too. -- Oh well. I made the first few longer maybe. Ha ha. Oh well.