before you read this. i have to apologize.

oh god I am SO SORRY. sob sob.

Lavender

A missing special Someone

Syaoran hesitated to reply, "I'm…"

Sakura, at the moment, decided to open her eyes, than shut them almost instantly in pain, "It hurts…"

"Is that Sakura?"

"Um no – it's just – my radio." Syoaran decided it best to cool his jets and simply maneuver away from this name situation. He didn't need to know who he was.

"Look – I don't know who you are – but I don't like the fact that you're not telling me where Sakura is and why she is – for all I know – you could've kidnapped her!"

"Eriol!" Entered another voice.

"I'm serious Tomoyo…"

"You look – I haven't done anything to Sakura and I don't plan on doing anything to her – so if you could just let me take care of her…"

" – take care of her! What's wrong with her! Did you do anything to her?"

Someone gasped in the background.

Syaoran rolled his eyes, "No – she's perfectly healthy and we're just playing doctor – are you stupid! Of course she's not!"

"What's going on!" A different voice hissed menacingly in to the receiver. Syaoran glared at it.

"Who are you?"

"I should be asking the same question – I don't know why you're with Sakura – but I won't let you get away with hurting her!"

"I'm. Taking. Care. Of. Her." Syaoran spat.

"Than tell me who you are, I can understand perfect English you don't need to mock me." The voice demanded.

"It's none of your god damn business – you can ask Sakura when she's perfectly fine tomorrow! Who are you two anyways! Her parents!"

"No. We're just her friends, surely someone so cold as you wouldn't understand what the hell that is," The icy voice snapped back.

That hit Syaoran in the head like a ton of bricks, "You don't know anything about me."

"Then enlighten me – " The voice said coolly back. Sakura moaned in the background. Syaoran had to look at her.

She rolled over. Syaoran worried she might roll herself off the sofa. Syaoran hung up. Before Sakura could fully regain full consciousness, he stuffed the phone back in her bag and hastily zipped it shut.

Syaoran helped the girl sit upright, "You fainted…" He explained, in case she got the wrong impression.

She glanced at him and winced, "I need to get home…Touya…"

"I'll drive," Syaoran offered. Sakura managed a weak smile and decided best not to argue.

Gripping the edges of the sofa, she started to stand. She merely stood half way on her knees, when something sharp stabbed her inside. She cried out in shock and slumped back in to the cushions, "That wasn't a good idea…"

Than almost apologetically she said, "Maybe…I should stay for a while…"

"I'll get you a glass of water." He left the room.

Sakura relaxed herself and the phase of pain ceased. She knew it would come back if she didn't take her medication. After the pain temporarily vanished, she looked around the room to distract herself.

For a celebrity…he was pretty organized.

Than her eyes laid upon a couple of his cds next to the couch. I never even listened to his songs…Sakura looked around and found the cd player right besides her. She quickly inserted the disc in and pressed play.

The piano melody floored the room, Sakura breathed. It's pretty…but it sounds sad…

Syaoran suddenly walked in to the room, carrying a glass of water that was only half-filled, his face had twisted in to a familiar scowl, "Turn that off – I don't want to listen to it."

Sakura looked up, "What's wrong with it?"

"Just turn it off – it's trash," Syaoran snapped angrily.

"I don't think it's bad." Sakura retorted.

"What would you know about music." Syaoran growled, bristling.

Sakura glared at him, "At least I'm not narrow-minded, why did you change so much Syaoran, you were never so cold."

Cold.

Syaoran stared at her for a few seconds. It seemed like an eternity. He was trying to find the time of life when he wasn't so cold. And for some strange reason, he could only picture her in his head. Damnit.

"Your water." He said shortly, thrusting the glass in her face. She took it gingerly and took a great mouthful.

It felt good to have the liquid run down her throat. It relaxed her heart. But water was only a small help, she needed her medicine.

"Thank you." She whispered quietly, he didn't seem to notice, or if he did, just ignored it, "What's wrong Syaoran?"

"Why do you call me that?" He said.

"Isn't that your name?" Sakura coughed.

"Nobody calls me that anymore."

Silence.

"But what's wrong…it's been twelve years…I'm sure you had so much things that happened in your life."

Syaoran looked over at her and silenced the girl almost instantly, "You don't want to know what happened."

"Okay…but why don't you like your music?"

"Yue – " Syaoran began.

"Yue? That famous – "

"Forget him – he thought my music was shit."

"Why!" Sakura gasped, sitting up right, "What's wrong with it?"

"He said there wasn't any emotion that I wasn't thinking about a special person when I wrote it." Syaoran spat, sitting in a chair besides Sakura and rubbed his head.

"Well…that's easy – just think of a special person and – "

"All the people that were close to me are dead." Syaoran said simply and the room fell silent.

Sakura took a deep breath.

Maybe this was why he had closed up so much…

So many things had happened during the time he was away…how could I possible understand what's going on in his head right now?

Sakura tried to smile, "Then – then why don't you try and find another special someone."

Syaoran snapped his head up at her and they shared a long look.

"It's late Sakura – should I drive you home?"

Sakura was jolted rudely from her thoughts and stared at the clock.

11:36

Oh god…Touya's probably going absolutely insane.

"Yes thank you." Sakura got up carefully and took a step forward. It was still dizzying to walk but she could manage getting herself home.

"I think this is yours…" Syaoran said uneasily.

"Hm?" Sakura looked over the car to see a vial presented in her face. Her vial.

"I'm giving it back to you," Syaoran explained.

Sakura took the vial gently and smiled up at the man warmly, "Thank you for helping me Syaoran."

He only grunted as a response and looked away.

Sakura left the car gingerly and shut the door, "I'll see you Syaoran…"

"Yeah…sure…whatever…"

Sakura watched sadly as Syaoran refused to meet her eyes before turning around and starting up the stairs.

Syaoran only willed himself to look in her direction once he was sure she wasn't looking at him. He just couldn't look at her when she was staring at him. Her eyes were chilling. She caught him and smiled at him just as she opened the door.

Syaoran's mouth went suddenly dry and looked at his hands.

Her smile hadn't changed one bit…all these years…

Sakura smiled to herself as she worked with her lavenders.

Tomoyo waltzed by, "Sakura…you seem really happy today."

"It's a beautiful morning…why shouldn't I be happy?"

"Well with the fact that Eriol and I were worrying our butts off last night."

Sakura whirled around and almost dropped her pliers, "Why? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Some guy picked up your cell phone and didn't let us talk with you – Eriol was going nuts." Tomoyo said.

"What?"

Oh no…did my cell ring…

Syaoran must've picked it up.

"Tomoyo…" Sakura hissed, lowering her voice, "That was Syaoran."

Tomoyo's eyes bulged, "You mean Xiao Lang, Sakura! What were you doing with that scum bag?"

"Tomoyo! We – "

"Good morning Sakura." Eriol came through the doors shooting her a very forced smile, "How was last night?"

"Great Eriol…" Sakura said nervously as she placed the pliers down and folded her arms in front of her. Tomoyo looked at both of them and bit her lip.

"I'll be outside…haha helping Chiharu…yeah...okay…" Tomoyo skipped out of the green house and could be heard yelling, "CHIHARU WHERE ARE YOU?"

Eriol purposely ignored Sakura and went straight to his computer desk and sat promptly down.

Sakura eyed him uneasily, "E-Eriol? About last night…"

"Yeah – about last night Sakura – who was that that picked up your phone anyways? And Don't lie and say it was your brother – because I called home and he was there." Eriol accused, turning to look at her.

Sakura froze. What should she say?

"Sorry – I don't have time for an explanation – I've got more important things to do." Eriol finished for her and picked up a phone, dialed a random number and turned in his chair until his back faced her.

Sakura sighed deeply. Now Eriol was mad at her.

She turned towards her lavenders and pulled out a weed half-heartily.

So much for a beautiful morning.

i apologize for the chapter.

it's insanely short and horrible...

it'll NEVER happen again.