Summary: She was a whore, entertaining hormone driven guys for money. But judgments are only skin-deep, and he learns that she is much deeper then meets the eye. SxS
-Rated M for theme and as a precaution. Not quite sure if we'll actually see Sakura at her job...-

Deep Water

Part III

by Simply dZ

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He was drowning. Drowning in deep water. He was in deep over his head, and he didn't care.

He didn't care at all.

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"Up…there?" he pointed up incredulously, unsure of what to do with the situation.

"Yes. Up there." Kinomoto repeated.

"So…"

"Yes." She confirmed.

"I'm…sorry." Syaoran said hesitantly.

"Please don't say that."

"Why not?" if curiosity had a physical form, he would have bashed it dead.

"Because." She looked away, "because I don't know how to reply to that."

She continued on, "how would I reply to that? 'Don't be sorry'? I'm not over it to the point that I can say it so nonchalantly."

Syaoran knew she was right. The death of a close one couldn't have been made all right by a simple "I'm sorry". The death of two was just simply cruel.

He decided to change the subject, "so you have a brother?"

The change in her was magnificent. Her cold politeness instantly melted away and left a small, happy smile on her face. He felt a small tugging at his heart, and somewhere in the back of his head he wished it were he that she was smiling about. He pushed it back and scolded himself, telling himself not to be so unreasonable.

"Yes, I do. He's wonderful. He's like my support. One of his smiles could light up my day." Here she blushed and said, "I'm sorry, that was really corny."

He wanted to cup those sweetly red cheeks, but he restrained himself and opted to simply smiling instead. "No, not at all. It's great how much you love your brother."

"Of course," she smiled sweetly back.

He didn't know what to do. She was smiling so happily at him, what was he to do?

His eyes caught the MashiMaro clock in by the couch. It read a little past one in the morning.

"I should get going. Get some good sleep, k?" Syaoran said to her.

"Ok. Thank you for sending me home." She said back, still softly smiling.

"Any time."

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He stared at her sleeping form. Even if she had gone to sleep at a little past one, shouldn't she have gotten enough sleep to be awake in class?

What did she do after he left?

She was such a mystery. He had found out so much about her last night, yet so little. He still didn't know why he felt so unlike himself when he was around her. It was preposterous. He didn't even know her.

But he knew that he had been right. She was indeed warm and innocent. Those smiles that she had shown him, albeit how small and how rare, was genuinely real. She was just too cold and too untrusting to show it, but when she did, wow. Just, wow. They made him want to capture it, somehow capture it and store it. But he knew that nothing could capture that sweetness. The more that he thought about it, the more he wanted to see her, to talk to her, to know more about her.

It wasn't a crush. That was stupid. He just…wanted to see her. As simple as that. He wanted to see her smile, he wanted to hear her laugh, he wanted to be around her.

She was like a drug, and he the junkie. Her mysteriousness addicted him, her sweetness enshrouded him, he craved for more. But a junkie didn't love his weed, and he didn't either.

It must be my curiosity.

Of course.

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DISCLAMER: I don't own CCS

Extra short chap. Oh well. Better then nothing, right?

No answer to the questions, yet. Can't push Sakura now, can we?

Keep reviewing for the answers. I'm so evil. But now you see why I'm such a bad authoress. One question answered. Hey! That means I'm not a liar xD