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Accidental
Chapter Six
Moon Kitty 2005
January 10, 2006
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- Two weeks later -
Sakura sighed as she reached into the mailbox, pulling out the customary bills, letters from her father and brother, and a small green envelope that she had never seen before. Glancing at the front, it simply had hers and Tomoyo's names written in dark, perfect cursive. What the hell is this about?
Walking back into the apartment, she noticed Tomoyo turn the phone off and whirl towards the door, looking guilty. Momentarily pondering this, she turned toward the coffee table and threw the bills on it, opening the green envelope suspiciously.
"What's that?" Tomoyo asked, inching toward Sakura.
"Dunno," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "It just came in the mail today." Pulling a cream-colored paper out, she unfolded it and stared at it a good five minutes before squealing loudly and pulling Tomoyo to observe it with her.
"Chiharu and Yamazaki are getting married!"
Sakura grinned and squealed again, making Tomoyo cover her ears, scowling slightly. Sure, she understood her friend was happy for the couple, but sometimes Sakura's squeals grated on her nerves... Sure, they were cute when they were twelve, but now...
"Is Sakura trying to deafen the neighborhood with her squeals again?" asked a harsh voice from the doorway.
Sakura turned, the invitation falling prey to her sharp nails as she glimpsed the cocky figure of Syaoran. "What the hell do you want?"
He glared at her before walking over to Tomoyo, placing a card in her hands. "Since your roommate is too busy digging a hole through me with her eyes, I would like to extend this invitation to the both of you, of course..." he said uneasily, warily watching Sakura from the corner of his eye, absentmindedly wondering if she always had that murderous glint in her eyes.
Tomoyo took the invitation and smiled at him, putting him at ease a bit. Tomoyo just had that charming calm... that politeness... it eased his mind.
Sakura, however, was a different story entirely. The killing intent coming off of her wasn't that hard to sense, and he honestly didn't want to incite that wrath any further. Slowly, he smiled back at Tomoyo, going rigid under the sharp glare that seemed to pierce through his back. "I hope to see you two there. It's tonig... well, the information's on the card." He smiled sheepishly and backed out of the apartment, glaring at Sakura until he was well on his way to his apartment.
Sakura turned to Tomoyo and noticed her worrying her lower lip, an apprehensive look in her eyes. "What's the matter, Tomoyo?"
"Sakura..." she said, then hesitated, playing with the envelope in her hand, then smiled up at Sakura. "... nevermind... let's go get ready for that party, hmm?"
Sakura watched Tomoyo depart into her room and tilted her head to the side. "Huh...?"
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They walked into Syaoran's friend's house, the loud music blaring from the speakers running through their ears obnoxiously. The living room itself was already packed, cups and paper plates with half-eaten pizza strewn everywhere, and Sakura and Tomoyo had to tiptoe around all the trash to prevent pizza grease from sticking to their shoes.
"Sakura! Tomoyo!" someone called from across the room and they turned to spot a drunk Syaoran heading towards them. "Have a drink!" He practically tossed the two drinks at them, making some spill some on their hands before waltzing back over to his group of friends.
Sakura rolled her eyes and walked forward to collapse on the couch, trying desperately to ignore the couple that was roughly making out. Tomoyo stared at her helplessly, not being able to sit anywhere for the abundance of hormone-driven couples making out and grabbing each other.
Sakura tentatively took a sniff of the drink and then took a sip, surprised at it's fruity flavor, then chugged the whole thing down. She gave a thumbs-up to Tomoyo and watched her friend down the entire cup.
They smiled at each other.
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Sakura stumbled into a room, giggling uncontrollably. She fell against the door, laughing as she fell to the ground. Picking up herself and her purse, she straightened her clothes and looked around, immediately gasping in surprise as she found Syaoran on the bed, making out with another woman beneath him.
"Syaorannn..." she called out playfully, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "... why do you make out with every girl you see?"
She watched him jump visibly and turn, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. He stood quickly, straightening his shirt, and watched the girl on the bed leave, fixing her hair. He stalked over to Sakura and stared her in the eyes angrily. "What the hell was that for?" he growled.
She smiled innocently and glared at him, an amazing feat to pull off. She backed up against the wall, one finger to her lip thoughtfully. "You make out with every girl you see."
Syaoran glared at her ferociously and pushed his hands to the wall, trapping her, his face becoming infinitely closer to hers. "I do not."
Sakura laughed drunkenly and rested a hand on his cheek, sticking out her tongue playfully. "Oh, Syaoran, I wish you would make out with me right now... I'm just so in love with you and I want to kiss you and have it not mean anything!"
Syaoran stared at her for a few seconds, lip twitching. "Is that a request?"
Sakura stared back at him, her eyes narrowing. "Wha...?"
The moment her mouth opened, his lips slammed down on hers with a tender harshness. Sakura flattened her back against the wall and her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She tried desperately not to respond, but the fruity drink she had downed earlier put her past the point of recognizing where she was and just who she was kissing. So her arms came up of their own volition and she pressed herself against him, desperately pleading with him to deepen the kiss.
He seemed surprised for a second before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, tearing his lips from hers to kiss her neck. "Sakura..." he moaned slightly.
She froze, her hands tangled in his chocolate hair before throwing herself away from him, eyes wide and scared. She pushed herself off of the wall and out of the room, running towards the exit.
Syaoran leaned against the wall and sighed, closing his eyes tiredly. What was that all about? And why won't my heart stop racing?
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Authoress Notes:
Okay, I was a little late on this, but I just finished it. I hope you like it. It feels a bit choppy to me. Check my profile for the next chapter update! Laterz!