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Accidental
Chapter Eight - Part A
Moon Kitty 2005
January 23, 2006
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Sakura sat on the couch, staring into empty space as she wrapped her arms around her legs. Why did it seem like ever since she had signed up for the dating website there had been drama coming at her from all directions? She didn't feel like dealing with it. She didn't even feel like going to Chiharu and Yamazaki's wedding next week.
Tomoyo sensed something was wrong with her roommate, so she had even offered to go to the supermarket for Sakura when it was her turn. Luckily, she hadn't even asked her what was wrong.
Sakura found herself thinking of Syaoran more often than not. The drunken kiss they had shared, and the one that had happened the day before were overwhelming her senses. She could still feel his lips on hers, and she shamed herself again and again by wishing that they were.
Yes, there was something wrong with her.
A blip from the computer sounded, startling Sakura and interrupting the tranquil quiet that surrounded her. Sakura didn't know why she felt anxious as she turned the monitor on, but there was a slight butterfly in her stomach.
The screen lit up to reveal that she had received mail. She clicked it open and read, a small gasp trembling from her lips as her eyes scanned the small typing.
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Dear Sakura,
I wish to call you once again. Your voice is so sweet, and a melody to my ears. I am so glad that I met you. You are a beautiful person and I appreciate every time I converse with you. I would like to call you. I have a very important matter to discuss with you.
Sincerely,
Hiiragizawa Eriol
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The room began to spin and Sakura ran a trembling hand through her hair, suddenly feeling the need for fresh air. She darted towards the door, almost tripping over her own two feet in her haste.
She gripped onto the iron of the railing and panted, grateful for the rush of cool air that filled her lungs.
However, her tranquility was short-lived as she heard rapid footsteps coming toward her and a strong hand place itself on the small of her back. She tensed, a slight blush covering her cheeks as Syaoran whispered, "Are you all right, Sakura?"
She pushed herself upwards, his hand falling from her back. She suddenly found herself missing the weight. She mentally smacked herself and replied, "Yeah, I will be. I just needed some fresh air."
Syaoran looked at her doubtfully and hooked his finger under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. "Sakura, I know you probably don't want my help, but I'm not a complete asshole. I just want to know what's wrong with you."
Sakura stared at him, tears gathering in her emerald eyes before she launched herself into his arms. The stress from the past weeks had caught up with her and she began sobbing, clutching onto his shirt.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. He let her cry into his shirt for a good ten seconds before he wrapped his arms roughly around her shoulders, pulling her further into his chest and burying his nose into her hair. He held her while she shook, and if anyone noticed the scene they were making, they didn't interrupt.
When she finally calmed, she pulled away from him and wiped her cheeks, smiling up at him with watery eyes. "I'm sorry..."
He smiled back and grabbed her hand, pulling her into his apartment. He chuckled as he felt her tense. "Don't worry. I'm just going to make you some tea. That always calms me down." He sat her down on his couch and smiled, retreating into the kitchen to begin the water boiling.
While waiting for him, a million thoughts ran through her head. Why am I here? Why did I let him comfort me? Why do I feel so secure in his arms? Why... why did Tomoyo lie to me? Should I confront her about it?
Syaoran settled down next to her and took one of her hands in his, looking at her earnestly. "Please, Sakura... tell me what's bothering you. I'm not asking you to make fun of your weakness... I'm asking because I care and I want to help."
She stared at him a good few seconds before wiping her cheeks with her free hand and rising. "I'm sorry, Syaoran. I can't tell you."
He rose as well and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Whenever you want to tell me, you can. And anytime you want a cup of tea, you know where I am."
Sakura smiled slightly and nodded. "Thanks." And with that, she exited his apartment, leaving him to his own thoughts.
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Tomoyo pulled open the door and spotted Sakura sitting on the couch, staring at her lap quietly. "Hi, Sakura. They didn't have any of that pasta you wanted, but I got some ramen noodles." She set the bags on the counter, turning to Sakura with a puzzled expression on her face when she didn't respond.
"Sakura? Is everything all right?"
The other girl sighed and rose from the couch, placing the phone into her hands. When Tomoyo looked down at the phone bewilderedly and glanced back up at Sakura, she muttered,
"Eriol wants to call you again...
"... 'Sakura'."
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Authoress Notes
Okay, I tried my best! Was it okay? Was it... intriguing? I'm not sure... you're going to have to tell me. I'll try to get Part B done as soon as I can. Is that a cliffhanger or what? See you soon!