A.N. I been looking over my fics. They're pretty bad writing and the plot's moving on real fast. I'm sorry if I wrote really bad before, but I'm compensating for it now :) I'm learning a lot of grammar and writing from my English class. When I wrote this, I was either 7th or 8th grade. Now I'm in 10th! Wow! Hahaah how the time has passed. I actually kinda wanna finish ALL of my fanfiction, but the thing is, when I published new fics, no one reviews, but there are like 100 hits to the story. I really don't think that's fair because the more reviews I get, the more energized and motivated I am to continue the story. So PLEASE REVIEW x)

This is better writing. And sorry for not updating in a looonng time : (

Chapter 8: Heartbreak

Sakura woke up one week later in a hospital. The first person she saw next to her was a tired Jason trying to catch up on his sleep, and Tomoyo with a bunch of yellow roses with a "Get well" card. She was surprised to even see Jason at all, considering that he had just broken off their engagement. Groaning, Sakura reached her hand to poke Jason's nose.

"Huh, whatt?" Jason jerked awake, his head turning left and right.

"Oh Sakura! You finally woke up! How wonderful!" Tomoyo laughed. She threw the patient the yellow flowers. "Look, the entire cast signed that 'Get Well' card! We really missed you at the movie!"

Sakura smiled. She could only do so much. Helplessly her focus traced back to Jason, who was now staring at her intently. "Tomoyo, will you leave Sakura and I for a moment?" Jason asked politely. Tomoyo nodded and headed out the room. She shut the door gently behind her.

Jason turned around, making sure that no one was disturbing their privacy. "Look, Sakura-"

"You don't have to say anything. How long have I been out?"

Jason stared. He shrugged his shoulders, "about a week or so, I guess."

"Ah." Sakura sighed to herself. "Must have been some drama huh?" she smiled awkwardly. Jason looked at her sorrowful face, and got up from his seat. Walking in slow-paced steps, he trailed himself to Sakura's bed, and made a seat of it.

"Look, Sakura, we need to talk."

Sakura laughed nervously. "Ha. We need to talk. The four most feared words in the English language."

Jason snorted. He put his hand on Sakura's. She flinched from the touch, but soon laid her hand to rest. Then, without a moment's hesitancy, Jason removed a small box from his pocket, opened it, and flashed it before Sakura's eyes.

She gasped. Jason smiled. Inside that box was the most magnificent ring ever made, one carved with so much carefulness and tending that one would think the maker would never dare to part with it. It was a 24-karat diamond ring the size of a large pea. "Oh my god!" Sakura said out loud. "Jason!"

Jason smiled widely, and put the ring on Sakura's finger. She watched lovingly as he did so, and then, without a moment to lose, she kissed him hard.

Something at the door dropped. She stopped, turned around toward the door, only to see a shadow moving the other way. Shrugging her shoulders, she kissed Jason again, her diamond reflecting glorious shine under the bright sun through the open windows.

"I thought we broke up," Sakura smiled, her face inches away from Jason's.

"What? Nonsense. I could never live a day without your smile."

Sakura felt like the happiest person on earth.

"WHAT? You're in love with Yumiko? You can't possibly be!" Taraku said in disbelief, his hands on Sashimi's shoulders.

"Why not? I've been in love with Yumiko for a long time." Sashimi replied, shaking herself off of Taraku's touch.

"But he's a total jerk! You can't fall in love with someone like that!" Taraku argued. Sashimi turned around, her face radiating anger. "Like what? Like you? Like a conceited, self-loving bastard? You disgust me." She finished.

Taraku widened his eyes. For a moment he just stood there, and then, as if lightning stroke his heart, he broke away silently into the rain.

Sashimi watched his shadow in utmost pain. "No, you fool. I only said that because I love you. Can't you see?"

"—AND CUT!" Eriol said. "Beautiful, absolutely stunning." Sakura turned around and smiled. Syaoran ran back to the set from the man-made rain, his body wet from water. "I'm going to go take a shower now," he said cheerily. Eriol nodded.

"Wait, Eriol!" Sakura yelled as Eriol got up to get some coffee. "Yes?" Eriol asked.

"I don't get it. Why would Sashimi tell Taraku that she loved Yumiko if she truly loves him?" Sakura asked.

Eriol chuckled. For a moment he was searching for the right words to say. "You see, the thing is, Sashimi only said that because she wanted to hurt Taraku."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "Well, because she saw Taraku kissing another girl!" Sakura's eyebrow was raised even higher.

"It was a misunderstanding of course. The other girl pulled Taraku to her and Taraku didn't pull away in time. Instead, he just stood there, his whole body frozen, like he couldn't do a thing at all." Eriol explained. "And Sashimi caught it all. She just wants to hurt Taraku as deep as he had hurt her. They're two people who are trying their best to stay away from each other because they love each other so."

Sakura stared. "O…kay. Sure. Whatever. Want me to go get your coffee for you now?" she offered. "Sure," Eriol said as he handed Sakura the empty cup. "Strong, black, no sugar please."

"Yessir!" Sakura saluted, and walked off to the cafeteria. Jason walked over as soon as Sakura left. "So how did it go?"

"Great. Your fiancée is a real find, Jason," Eriol smiled kindly. "The movie's going really good."

"Haha, of course. My Sakura's only the best all around," Jason smirked. Syaoran was passing by. Stopping in his tracks, Syaoran smiled to himself, and walked over to Jason. He dropped his hands on Jason's shoulder on purpose, and Jason shrieked in surprise.

"What a coward," Syaoran whispered to himself. "Don't worry, Jason, Sakura's yours, your trash, yours forever. I'll just keep my hands on other better women." He smirked, and walked away. "What a loser," Syaoran said along the way.

"Yumiko," Sashimi started.

"Yes?" Yumiko turned around. He was working on his science project. Seeing Sashimi, he extended both of his hands, and pulled her to him.

"No, not today," Sashimi insisted, her hands pushing his body away from hers, "I came to ask you a favor."

Yumiko raised his eyebrows. "Ask away then," he smiled kindly.

Sakura looked at the ground. "it's kind of embarrassing, so don't laugh at me. But will you…. Go out with me? Just to make Taraku jealous?" she asked in a sweet tone.

Yumiko looked surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Oh please don't make me repeat it. It's hard enough to say it the first time."

He looked out the window. His hands rested peacefully on his hips, his eyes reflecting stress and sorrow. "Now why would I do that?"

Sashimi kept her eyes to the ground. "Because… because I want him to realize how much I mean to him… how much he means to me. I want to invoke jealousy."

Yumiko dropped his jaws. "…" He turned around again, and continued to work on his science project. "Sashimi, that's low. That's real low, even for you."

A tear fell out of Sashimi's eyes. How else will she find a way to make Taraku love her? She's run out of options! How will she ever repay his friendship? When he's the one that showed her his world, opened up her eyes, and set her heart free? She wanted to love him, but in her heart she knew, all they could ever be… is friends.

Yes. All they could ever be is friends. That is, until she finds courage to tell him how she truly feels.

--END OF SCENE 89—

there are 103 scenes / they shot the later ones first

A.N. ok this chapter was kind of dramatic, but it's better writing I guess? Not that much better, but It's 3:31am on new years day, so I'm sorry if I'm not in a writing zone. But anyway, please please review! I will be sooo happy that you did. I'm sorry for the late update. And Also, please review Cherished in my heart and Love once more! Esp. love once more, because I think that story might have a chance if you guys pitched in and reviewed for once! Pleaseeee! I'm begging youuuu : ( make it a new years present : )

Also, chess over boys and eyes of hate. Esp. chess over boys.