Alllllllrighty then... So, here is my excuse for this time. I was waiting for more emails... Because I had this chapter done the day after I updated last. Anyway, so I was waiting, and then, wouldn't you know... my house exploded, sending my one and only computer a hundred feet in the air. By the time the shards were dug out of the rock in which hey had been embedded, it had rained enough that it short circuted the remaining electronics... So I had to painstakingly rebuild my computer, piece by painful piece... Alright, so I just forgot... So sue me... (Not really please, I don't have any money and trust me; you don't want my car.) Anyhow, the only counsel that I can bestow upon you to ease your greif is that... uhm... (shit, I got too poetic and forgot what I was saying.) Anyway, this chapter is way longer than usual, so quite your damn bitching and enjoy...
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Da Mandolin!
"Sakura, if you don't wake up I am going to turn my volume up as loud as I can."
"Go 'way, jackass."
"Yeah, all the way up. And I'll put in my favorite country CD too."
"You wouldn't."
"Ah, contraire, my little speed demon."
Sakura opened her eyes wide when she heard the sound of a CD case being opened. "Alright, I'm awake, but for the love of God, no country! Please! Just put the disk down."
Syaoran chuckled. "I figured that would wake you up. Relax. You can narrow your eyes a little bit, and you'll still be able to see, I promise." Sakura's eyes were as round as Syaoran's 20" rims. (Car-aholics always come up with the most interesting metaphors.) Syaoran chuckled even harder. "Oh come on, you think I actually own a country CD? Hell, I don't even know a singer. This is the new Mudvyne CD."
Ah, if looks could only kill. Sakura was shooting Syaoran a death glare that could have dropped a full grown mutant elephant. However, the glare quickly turned to one of suspicion. Sakura whipped her head around to look out her window. (It was a mistake because it hurt like hell, but she'd be damned before she let Syaoran on to that.) "Where are we?" Sakura asked, apprehension apparent in her voice.
"Uhm… At a friend's house, don't worry about it, you'll be fine here." was Syaoran's response. He didn't really want Sakura knowing that this was his house. Actually, he would have liked to see the admiration of the mansion filling her sparkling emerald eyes… See the smile of awe across those soft pink lips… But, it was a bad idea, and that he even thought of telling Sakura that this huge mansion was his father's meant that he was thinking more with his manhood than with his brains.
"Hm, you must have some rich friends." Sakura said while carefully unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Haha… Yeah… Friends…" Oh, suave one Syaoran. Sakura was giving him a funny look. "Oh shut up and get out of my car, you're getting blood all over my seat…HOLY SHIT! MY SEATS… wait… HOLY SHIT! YOUR FACE!"
"Oh, the lady's must looooove you. It's no wonder you and Eriol are gay lovers, the women must run from you in droves with all those da-"
"No, I mean, look at the side of your face, it's bleeding like a… a… I don't know! A cut face!" Sakura touched the side of her face and her fingers came away smeared with blood.
"Ah hell, I was thinking that my face was stinging a bit." Sakura lowered the visor and inspected her face in the mirror. She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "fuck" under her breath and turned back to Syaoran while flipping the visor closed. "Well, I guess we should head inside and maybe extract the SHARD OF FUCKING GLASS STICKING OUT OF MY FACE!"
Syaoran snorted and swung open his door. He headed around to open Sakura's, but it was already open and Sakura was gingerly easing herself out of the car. "Do you need me to help you?"
"Uhm, believe it or not, I'm a big girl and I can-" Sakura's response was cut off as she fell forward. Into Syaoran's chest. Automatically, he caught her and held her close to his chest. "Uhm, well, if you would stop trying to smother me, I suppose I could use a bit of assistance, thank you." Sakura said, her voice slightly muffled by Syaoran's chest. Not that she minded being there. It was solid, and warm, and it smelled so masculine and…
"Alright, come on." Syaoran eased Sakura back and lifted her up.
"I said 'a bit of assistance.' I can walk you know."
"Quit your bitching, the only reason you're complaining so much is because you like where you are." Syaoran held her a little tighter but stopped when she went stiff as a board. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" he asked, all traces of joking gone.
"No." Sakura said. Syaoran was surprised that she didn't berate him for being so rough. It had actually hurt, but Sakura's whole body was aching anyway. But that hadn't been why she'd stiffened. She had tensed because it had felt good. It had felt good and it shouldn't have. Sakura was not about to start going all puppy eyed after some street thug. Especially not a jerk like Syaoran. Even if he was being sweet and he smelled like the forest and had eyes that glowed like molten gold. Shit. She needed to distance herself before she did anything embarrassing. "Hey big boy, you can set me down and open the door now." Syaoran had paused while walking up the stairs to the front door, looking carefully at Sakura's face. She diverted her eyes and wiggled, trying to get down.
"Just hang on; we don't know what's wrong with you yet."
"The only thing wrong with me is you."
"Wow, hold up, back up the bitch train. Me? Who just saved your skinny little ass?"
"Who just…" Sakura sighed. "Fine, when you're right, you're right. Thank you. You really did save my ass back there."
There it was again, that random change in personality. She was such a little devil girl but then she flashed into this lovely little sincere charmer in the blink of an eye. "Ah." Syaoran cleared his throat and shifted his grip on Sakura, not knowing what to say. "You're welcome." He said just as he reached the front door. He was in the process of shifting Sakura again so that he could open the door when it flew open, revealing a gorgeous girl with short black hair that was spiked in a modern style. She had glowing ruby eyes and was dressed in ripped jeans and a small black tank top with the Jolly Roger done in pink across it.
"Syaoran! Oh thank God, I was watching the news and I heard about the wre- who is that?" Meiling stopped in mid sentence, staring at Sakura.
"This is Sakura. It was her wreck." Syaoran said pushing past her, and giving her a look that clearly meant 'shut the hell up and don't say anything stupid.' Meiling took the hint.
"Is she okay?"
"What does it look like?" "I'm fine." Sakura and Syaoran said simultaneously. Meiling merely gave Syaoran a questioning look.
"Look, she's a bit cut up and I didn't want to take her to the hospital. They would ask too many stupid questions, and I sure as hell couldn't leave her in her car, there were cops everywhere."
"Right. Well, your…my dad will be home soon, so you better haul ass upstairs." Meiling had quickly changed to "her dad" at Syaoran's glare.
"Fine. I wouldn't want your dad to catch me here with this little whore in tow. If you could get some band aids or something and then meet me in the guest bathroom in the east wing, I would appreciate it." Syaoran said, giving her a meaningful look.
"But the only bathroom in the east wing is… just perfect." Meiling said, winking at Syaoran. Luckily, Sakura missed the wink. Her attention was focused on her surroundings.
"You live here?" Sakura asked, focusing back on Meiling.
"Yeah. This is my father's house." She said, smiling and putting an emphasis on "father". Sakura raised her eyebrows, unable to do much more from her position in Syaoran's arms. However, Meiling and Syaoran were saved from any awkward questions as headlights briefly lit up the windows on either side of the large front doors. "Shit, he's home. Hurry up, I'll take care of him and meet you upstairs."
Syaoran nodded, hefting Sakura into a more secure position. Even though she was ridiculously thin, and he worked out regurely, he was starting to feel the strain. He hurried up the wide, sweeping staircase, and across the wide balcony. He had just turned down the long hallway that led to the east wing when he heard the front door open. He picked up the pace when he heard his father yelling at Meiling. "WHERE IS THAT BOY! I JUST KNOW THAT HE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT WRECK! SO HELP ME, I'M GOING TO-"
But whatever Syaoran's father was going to do remained a mystery, because Syaoran had opened a heavy oak door and slammed it shut. They were inside a gorgeous bedroom. The floor was a deep green that matched the bedspread with gold embroidery decorating it. The walls were off white, and the high ceiling was also a deep green. The large four poster bed was part of a set of dark oak. Yes, the room definitely had a masculine motif about it. But then, it would, it was Syaoran's room. Not that Sakura knew it. "Alright." Syaoran said, setting Sakura onto his bed. "Don't move. I'm going to go smooth things over with… Meiling's… father. I'll be right back." And with that he shut the heavy oak door.
Sakura was left alone in the large room. Now, Sakura was no idiot. There was definitely something going on with Syaoran. But right now, she didn't care. Right now, all she could think about was how soft the bed is. And how much she hurt. And…
Her forehead was being caressed. It was a warm, large hand. In her dream, Syaoran had his hand across her face, and was sitting next to her. Sakura smiled and snuggled a little tighter. But that was enough to wake her. Her whole self was one giant ache, but what had woken her was a sharp searing pain in her chest and sting in her cheek as something wet was wiped across it. Her eyelids snapped open to find Meiling sitting next to her on the bed. She was hesitating, a wet cloth in her hand.
"Its okay, Sakura. I'm just going to try and get this to stop bleeding. But you have a lot of scrapes and your clothes are filthy. Do you feel good enough to take a bath, if I help you?"
Sakura wasn't quite awake, and she was feeling a little woozy. "Uhm… I don't... where…"
A deep voice interrupted. "What, did you scramble your brains a little bit, little Saku?"
The nights events came flooding back to Sakura as she recognized Syaoran's voice and the sarcasm that flowed through it. "No, I was just trying to forget about you." Sakura said as she straightened herself out. She was preparing to sit up, but the pain in her chest stopped her.
"Shit, Syaoran, I think she might have broken something, but it's really hard to tell. She needs to get cleaned off." Meiling said, facing Syaoran.
"Look, I'm fine you guys; just give me some Tylenol and I'll be on my way… Syaoran, what are you doing?"
"Quit trying to be a tough girl." Syaoran said moved over to the bed. "Your dad is still in the hospital. I had Meiling call your house and tell this guy named Charles that you were staying the night with some friends. You're not expected anywhere at the moment, so just listen to Meiling. She's good with this sort of thing." The girl in question had disappeared through a door next to a large wardrobe. Water could be heard running a moment later.
"You told Meiling! I thought you said you wouldn't tell anybody! You lied to me, and I fell for it!" Sakura said, pushing herself up, despite the fact that she felt like she was about to break into a billion tiny pieces.
"Relax, we can trust her. That's why I brought you here." Sakura was about to make an angry reply when Meiling called from the bathroom, telling Syaoran to bring Sakura in. Syaoran ignored Sakura's sigh and lifted her gently into his arms. "Just, bear with us for a second, okay?" Sakura only nodded. She was definitely feeling a bit more than woozy. Rather than stare at the spinning room, she closed her eyes and leaned into Syaoran's chest. When she opened her eyes again, they were standing next to a large Jacuzzi bathtub. Syaoran lowered her carefully to the side of the tub. He turned, about to leave, when Meiling stopper him.
"You need to hold her up while I get her undressed."
"What?" Syaoran said, freezing in his tracks. This even roused Sakura.
"I think I can undress myself, thank you." Sakura said indignantly, though the effect was kind of ruined, seeing as she was still supporting herself against Syaoran.
"Okay, look, just your shirt and pants, you're wearing something under them, right?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"I'll send Syaoran away, and he won't see anything terrible. Will he?" Meiling said, giving Syaoran a look.
Syaoran almost protested, but Sakura was starting to feel a bit unsteady on his arm. "Fine." He growled, "But make it fast."
It wasn't that he hadn't seen naked women before. I mean, honestly, he was dead sexy. It was just that Sakura was so adorable, and yet enigmatic, and not to mention freaking good-looking. Seeing her in her skivvies would be heav-… Shit. He sat down next to Sakura, allowing her to lean against him. He resolutely cleared his mind, trying his hardest to ignore the shirt that Meiling was easing over Sakura's head, exposing a pale yellow lacy bra that truly emphasized her… Eriol. Think about Eriol. Think about Eriol in a Speedo. (It was the most unsexy thought he could think of.) Fuck. He couldn't handle this. Even Eriol in a Speedo couldn't take away his growing… never mind. Meiling had just finished wriggling Sakura's long, tan legs out of her jeans, reveling matching undies. He needed out. He pushed Sakura towards Meiling and bolted, as casually as he could out the door. Meiling merely shook her head as she slid Sakura into the tub. Sakura didn't even notice. The warm water on her aching body felt so good, and she felt…so… safe. Meiling cursed as she held the now limp Sakura up.
"Ah, my dear cousin… You are fucked." Meiling said softy, glancing at the door that Syaoran had escaped from.
Alright, so this was longer... though I wouldn't really say better... than most of my other chapters... I think it's because I tried adding some descriptions in there, but I kinda suck at them so.. well... you read it. Anyway,I just want you to know that it should be in the next chapter or so that the plot thickens. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter just a little bit, and I love you all so please review!
Ps:In reading though this chapter one more time, I realized that Sakura is being a wimp.I'm not like an ultra feminist or anything, but I don't like my females being all defensless and wimpy and shit, so the whole "poor little sakura" routine isn't going to last... Just for your information and whatnot...