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With You
Chapter Nine: Dinner and a Movie

I sat at the table across from Touya, my dad seating beside me, looking over the menu.

It was all in Chinese. Like I could read that.

"Um…" I said, elbowing my dad. "I can't read this."

"What do you want to eat and I'll tell you if it's on there." dad smiled.

He knew how to read Chinese? When did he learn that?

"Um…Umeboshi?" I said.

"They have it." my dad said. "Strawberry?"

I grinned and nodded. "Please."

"I'll have the same I guess." Touya shrugged. "I can't read it either."

I smirked. "So I'm not the only retarded one here."

"I'm not retarded." Touya growled.

"Sure you aren't." I laughed.

"Glad to finally see your face Sakura." my dad sighed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I almost thought for a while that we'd left you in Japan."

I felt my cheeks flare. "Yeah…sorry about that dad. I know you wanted this to be a family vacation. But-"

"Its too long." he smiled. "I know. I'm glad you met some friends though."

"Except for that one Chinese gaki." Touya mumbled under his breath.

"Syaoran is not a gaki!" I said defensively, more defensively than I meant to.

"Why are you defending that yaro?" Touya said acidly. "He's no good Sakura. You shouldn't even be around those people, you aren't going to see them again after this summer, so why bother?"

"Because it's fun." I retorted. "And I know I won't see them again, but that doesn't mean I can't keep contact with them."

"Whose Syaoran?" my dad asked, confused.

I smirked, Touya and I had never kept in him the loop.

"Remember the yaro Sakura ran into the first night?" Touya asked.

"Touya, don't use that kind of language." my dad said. "But yes, why?"

"That's Syaoran." I sighed.

"The ass." Touya added.

"Urusai!" I growled.

"Sakura don't tell your brother to shut up." my dad warned.

"He deserved it." I mumbled.

Touya smirked. Just sat there, smirking.

God I hated his smirk.

"Stop being a dick Touya." I growled under my breath as dad told the waiter our order. "You don't know Syaoran."

"You've known him, his friends, for three weeks, more, and you think you know them?" Touya laughed. "Don't be baka Sakura."

"I'm not baka." I growled. "And I know them better than you!"

"Sure." Touya sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"So Sakura." dad said, turning back to us. "Tell me about the people you've been hanging out with."

"It's just some kids my age." I shrugged. "Meilin, Syaoran, Chang, Shine and Jodie. But I haven't seen Shine and Jodie much."

He nodded. "Shine, that's a different name."

I nodded. "Her real name is Lin."

"Where did you go yesterday?" dad asked. "A girl came to the room and asked if she could put a note in your room. Was that Shine?"

I shook my head. "No, that was Meilin. Every year she leaves clues all over Hong Kong for Syaoran to find. Then she hides and he has to find her by midnight or he looses. He's lost every year but this one."

"You mean you spent the day with that yaro?" Touya snapped.

I nodded. "Yes. And call him a bastard one more time and I'll hurt you."

"Chill out you two." my dad growled. "So you went all over Hong Kong then? Did you win?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we did."

"So you got in at midnight?"

"Yeah, about, a little after." I said, remembering what had happened last night. If Touya ever found out, I was dead.

No, Syaoran was dead.

Then, I was dead.

Our food came not too long after, and the topic of my new friends was forgotten.

Thank God.

XxXxX

"Ready to go?" Syaoran asked when I met him in the lobby. Ever since my dinner with dad and Touya, Touya had been watching my room like a hawk.

He didn't know I was going out with Syaoran, but dad knew.

Let's hope that dad doesn't spill.

I nodded, walking with him out of the hotel. "So what made you change your mind?"

"Change my mind?" Syaoran asked, looking confused. "About what?"

"Me." I shrugged as we walked into the alley where he'd parked his Yamaha. "What made you stop hating me…if you still don't."

He smirked. "The night I spent in your room, when you were drugged."

I gaped at him. "That long ago? Why were you still so…mean?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I figured you hated me, so I didn't change. Until last night. Sorry."

I smirked. "That's okay, I guess."

I was so not going to tell him that I had hated him until only a few days ago.

"Oh, and another thing." he said as he slid the familiar helmet on my head and buckled it up.

"What?"

"This." He smiled, leaning forward and catching my mouth in his.

Nice.

I blushed as he pulled away, the feeling of his lips on mine still lingering. "Okay..."

He smirked and hopped on his bike ushering for me to do the same.

I did and he started up the bike, speeding out into the street.

Though I'd only been on his bike a couple times now, it felt almost natural. I wasn't afraid anymore, he was a pretty good driver…except for the whole running-lights part.

We made in to the movie theater in one piece, thankfully, and Syaoran parked just out back.

"Aren't you afraid someone will steal it, or key it?" I asked as we walked inside.

He shrugged. "No, not really. The city isn't that bad."

My mind wondered back to the guy who'd drugged me. "Sure."

We were going to go and see Dark Water.

Great, another horror. I think Syaoran was planning on killing me or something, because horror movies gave me heart attacks.

Almost.

So we bought popcorn and the like, you know, basic movie essentials, and then chose seats in the middle of the theater. Not in the back and not in the front, the middle.

So if he was planning on not watching the movie, his plans were so thwarted.

"So how much longer are you here for?" Syaoran asked as we sat down, waiting for the movie to start.

I shrugged, this worked for small talk, I guess. "About five weeks, I think, maybe less. Why?"

He shrugged. "Just wondering."

We sat in silence for a while after that, thankful when the movie started.

Well, I'm guessing that he was thankful, I was terrified.

The movie hadn't even started yet and already my heart was in my throat.

And it stayed that way throughout the movie, especially when Syaoran's arm found it's way across my shoulder.

I didn't push it away, as my first instinct was to do, but relaxed…somewhat.

I was relaxed, somewhat, until the ghost popped out of nowhere, causing me to scream bloody murder.

Syaoran snickered as we walked out of the movie, my eyes still wide from the terror of it all. "I never knew you were so afraid of ghosts. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it'd be that bad." I said, staring blankly ahead of me. "But wow, that was amazing. Thanks Syaoran."

He smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "No problem Sakura. I enjoyed it."

Sure you did.

We walked from the theater, only to find that it was pouring rain outside.

"Awe hell." Syaoran groaned. "Wanna make a run for it?"

"Sure." I said, he and I breaking into a run, rushing down the street to where his bike was parked.

We made it to the bike safe and sound, but not dry. When it rained in Hong Kong, in rained. We were completely drenched from head to toe.

I laughed, pointing at him. "You look stupid, Li."

He smirked at me. "Says the drowned rat."

I stopped laughing and glared playfully at him. "Ouch Syaoran, ouch. That hurts," I held my hand over my heart. "Right here."

He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Can I fix it?"

"No, its broken for good." I said sarcastically. "Good job, good job."

Syaoran smirked, shaking his head somewhat. "You are something Sakura Kinomoto."

"Why thank you." I smiled.

He moved his hands from my waist to my face, cupping my face gently between them. "You know what?"

"What?" I asked, staring into his amber eyes. God his eyes were amazing…he was amazing.

"You are so beautiful." he said softly, pressing his lips against mine.

Okay…that was totally cute, perfect setting and everything.

So far this was turning out to be a good summer.

I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back, rain falling down onto my face. But I didn't care.

His hands moved from my face back to my waist, pulling me against him. His lips were like fire on mine, parting them hungrily, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring me fully.

I'd never been kissed like that before.

It was…amazing.

And oh-so easy to get caught up in.

Too easy to get caught up in.

Which is exactly what happened.

I felt my back hit the wall of the building behind me as he moved me forward, against it, his lips crushing against mine, kissing me passionately.

Why was he doing this? I mean, we'd only just started to show interest in each other a few days ago…but then again…he had liked me, as he'd admitted, before.

But what about me? Why was I doing this? I mean, I had hated Syaoran only a few days ago…

At least…I think I did.

I'm sure I did.

I was confused.

And his lips on mine, his body against mine, wasn't helping much either.

I felt his hands slide down my hips, resting on my thighs, his body pushing harder against mine, his kisses getting more and more dangerous.

But I didn't stop kissing him. I didn't tell him to stop.

I didn't want to.

It was only when he lifted me off the ground slightly, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, it was only when he pushed against me, that I stopped.

"Stop." I managed to whisper, my breaths coming in heavy gasps, mingling with his.

Syaoran nodded, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing no better than mine. "Yes. I-I'm sorry."

I smirked and kissed the tip of his nose. "It's okay. But…can you let me down?"

His cheeks flare as he quickly pulled away from me, allowing me to stand again. "S-Sorry."

I shrugged. "It's okay Syaoran, you don't have to apologize."

God, I needed to apologize, to myself. Why had I let myself go through that, that amazing feeling, when I knew I'd never see him again after this summer?

I was just asking for a broken heart.

Okay! I hope you liked the fluff! (Sorry if Syaoran seemed a bit like a perv. He's not! He was just…uh…caught in the moment. lol) Review!