Yaays for updates! I just hope I get as many reviews. (Eheh. I guess I don't carry much self-esteem. Damn.) Please enjoy the new chapter.
Wai:
The bright red ribbons tied around chocolate boxes in a shop window almost matched the color of Sakura's face. There was no doubt about it. She was angry. Her usually bubbly genki nature was forced to a sudden halt.
The honey colored eyebrows that decorated her forehead narrowed darkly. 'How dare he?' She thought suddenly, images of the before popping into her mind. 'That insulting man! I don't ever, ever want to see him again.'
(Sorry dear Sakura but I'm afraid that's near impossible, go read the summary again!)
She shook her head lightly, in frustration and walked quickly down the city-streets. People turned and pointed to her exclaiming about her tired look and redness. 'A walk in the park might help..'
She decided. A turn around the corner and she was just across the street from the wild greens. The light changed and she continued on her way, calming even just from the sight of it.
The sign hung over head that read 'Central Park' and the huge hotdog stands were enough to tell her she was at the right park. Loud yells and giggling from children could be heard as they played with each other on the sweet-grass.
Lovers sat on benches proclaiming their love for one another and teenagers sat by the lake pondering over life. Sakura loved the park. It was her absolute favorite place. Birds flew over the glistening lake, the air heated from the sun.
As she took a seat under a wide oak tree and lent her back against it, she could feel her eyes closing. She was at peace for now. Memories of her childhood burnt into her mind suddenly replayed in her mind. She was a happy child.
Her father always told her stories of her beautiful mother she would pretend to be her sometimes, pretending to fall into Fujitaka's arms from a tall tree.
The smile etched across her face as the slideshow played in her mind could only be described with one word. Lovely. She fell asleep in the middle of the park. Dreaming of a world without that rude customer.
Perhaps he would be run over on his way back to well, wherever he had come from. Ah, that would wonderful payback. But Sakura was never one with luck. Clumsiness of course was her demeanor or at least what most people thought of right after hearing the name Sakura.
Waking up almost three hours later wasn't so hard. When the loud screech of a baby resounded in her ears she sighed and rubbed the back of her head. What a nice sleep. It was good to have done after such a traumatizing morning.
Made to make her forget. She lifted herself up and began to walk along the streets again. To catch a taxi and head home for a while. Or maybe she'd go out for lunch. Bad things happened when she went out to restaurants or worked in one.
But maybe if she made up for it and didn't collapse over dishes or bump into a waiter then everything would remain peaceful. Not likely. She had a wandering mind. A yellow car came to a screeching stop in front of her.
The man tipped his hat to her and told her to jump in. "Where you heading?" He asked in a polite tone. She suddenly noticed who it was. Dark, strings of hair seeping out from under the cowboy hat. Azure eyes. "Eriol-kun? You work as a taxi driver?"
She asked curiously, heading into the backseat. "Just temporarily. You see your friend, the temper mental one, that is. She doesn't approve of any of Sakura's friends having a job like this." He rolled his eyes and repeated her words in a falsetto voice.
"Don't you dare let anything happen to that poor girl. If she gets involved in some bad taxing driving drug parade your Shakira C.D. will be way up your ass, Hirigaziwa." Sakura giggled genuinely.
"You, er listen to Shakira, Eriol?" He blinked at her. "Well, of course I do! Who doesn't love to dance to that music? Besides the way she dressed isn't last century or anything like half the other singers I've met."
Eriol was fairly rich. He'd been born into a wealthy British family, although mostly Japanese. Even though, he opted to buy his own apartment and make money his own way, a very mature thing in Sakura's opinion.
"Just drop me off here." She said with a warm smile. They were stopped in front of the soup palace on 43rd street. Eriol gave a curt nod and drove away and she stepped onto the hard cement.
"What an odd person Eriol-kun is. Tomoyo's told me over and over again he's queer but the way he looks at her sometimes…" She frowned, thoughtfully. "I'm not so sure." Realizing she'd been talking to herself she hurried into the palace.
It wasn't really a palace. It was a small and domestic sort of place. The people who worked there made her feel completely at home and comfortable. She chose a booth near the back and sat on the squishy material.
A white rose in a vase stood before her on the table. The stem bent. Someone else entered the palace but she barely noticed, she was peering at the menu. "What should I get?" She thought out loud. A voice suddenly found it's way to her ear.
"I'd recommend the special."(Oh my god, what a horrible line. ) She swung around and stared into deep orbs of amber. The man's face was cleanly cut and tanned. He smirked smugly with an arched brow.
Raised to perfection. Sakura stared at him for a moment before her brain registered the information. "Y-you?" She cried at the insulting man from before. "You mean you didn't get run over?" She smacked the top of her forehead angrily.
"There is no good." She mumbled.
Syaoran's snuck up on her! I'm so glad they've met again. The whole love/hate relationship-thing had always been a favorite of mine. Especially with Syaoran and Sakura or Tomoyo and Eriol. A double for this story. Anyway, I hope you review! Thanks for wasting time to read this.