Part One
Dedicated to Raziel Orlok because he loved my fics and I wanted to do something 'special' for him. I hope this first part is to your liking. Review!
For the thousandth time that night Sakura looked out the window. She was waiting for her husband to get home from work. She was so excited for it was their fifth anniversary and she had a special night planned for the both of them. She sent the kids, Xiao Lin and Jamie, to stay with her father for a few days, but an hour after Syaoran was to be home she started to worry.
'This isn't like him.'
An hour turned into three and three turned into four. She found herself going to bed after blowing out all the candles, thrown out all the food she spent hours on, and went to bed.Ten minutes later the bedroom door opened and Syaoran walked in. She kept her eyes closed utnil he went into their adjourned bathroom and turned the shower on. She got up out of the bed and took off the bathrobe she wore to bed. Under it she wore a black tank top and matching panties. Syaoran had always loved her in black because it contrast with her pale skin. She went into the bathroom, silenty closed the door behind her, and sat down on the counter top. The shower turned off and Syaoran stepped out, a fluffy green towel wrapped around her waist.
"Had fun at work, Syaoran?" She asked as she crossed her legs.
"I stayed for the party," he said as he watched her long legs.
"You hate those parties."
"Well it was different this time."
"So your telling me that you'd rather go to an office party that you hate than spend time with your wife?"
"Sakura, we spend time together everyday."
She frowned and looked away.
"Sakura?"
"Don't talk to me," she spoke as she got off the counter and walked into the bedroom and slipped on her bathrobe. "I'm sleeping in the guest room."
"Sakura, wait don't do that. Why are you so pissed?"
Sakura stopped in the doorway and turned around, her eyes an icey green.
"Figure it out yourself," and with that she walkedout the doorway.
Syaoran sighed as she sat down on the bed still wearing a towel.
The next day...
"So she slept in the guest room last night? At least you don't end up sleeping on the couch."
Syaoran sat at a table at one of his favorite restaurants talking about what had happened last night with his best friend, Eriol.
"I don't think she has the courage to do that," Syaoran said as he checked out the waitresses' arse.
"What do you mean?" he asked as he took a sip of his tea.
Syaoran sighed, "Well Sakura doesn't have that spark about her anymore. I mean...well...she's kind of boring now. We always do the same things."
"Do you think you should see other people?"
"Well, yeah, but that would mean we have to get a...divorce."
Eriol watched his friend stir his coffee continually for a while before he began to speak again.
"I think that would be best."
Syaoran stopped stirring his coffee and looked up at Eriol.
He looked back at the waitress and smiled. "Your right, Eriol."
SS
"He forgot your anniversary!" Yelled Tomoyo.
Sakura nodded and stabbed at her cake. "I don't even know if he loves me anymore, 'Moyo."
"I don't know, Sakura. I think you should get a divorce."
Sakura dropped her fork. "I can't do that! I love him and he loves me!"
Tomoyo looked at her seriously. "Do you know that for sure?"
Sakura looked down and whispered, "No..."