Bride and Groom
'Let's get married!' The young Sakura's cheerful voice echoed through her own room of dolls and toys. Little Syaoran felt more of a captive, than a visitor to the place.
Little Sakura pulled her friend to her father's room opening the closet. Sakura pulled out clothes here and there while Syaoran stood unsure of what was happening.
Finally, Sakura stood up holding a bundle of clothes, her eyes gleaming. She dropped the pile onto her father's clothes-free bed and picked out one of his white dress shirts. She, herself, pulled it on Syaoran like a jacket and buttoned it up carefully.
She instructed him to tuck it into his pants himself as she took her father's black tie and strung it around his neck. Sakura did the best she could to make her groom as handsome as the men in her picture books she saw. The tie wasn't perfect, but you could see what she was getting at.
Syaoran assumed Sakura wanted to play dress-up and do business, like what he saw his late father do. He didn't understand the meaning of 'Let's get married' when Sakura said it. Neither Sakura knew the true meaning.
And Syaoran was only half right.
Sakura now pulled her mother's white gown over her overalls. Syaoran didn't get what she was doing, but he liked the way he looked. Just like he had seen his father mornings before.
Sakura took hold of Syaoran's small hand and dragged him downstairs. Sakura had fallen a couple of times over the long dragging material. She had brought him into the kitchen.
The little girl hauled out a chair to the edge of the counter. Syaoran watched her, as she got on it. The dress looked a bit better on her because it stretched out to the floor. For the moment she stood tall on the chair, she looked down at Syaoran and smiled at him. A small twinkle in her eyes and those cute little teeth grinning playfully. Her cheeks were rosy from her huffing and puffing…
Syaoran, fifteen-years old, remembers that memory as he waited outside Tomoyo's room in the large mansion.
He sat on the chair slouched down. His elbows rested on his thighs near his knees. He couldn't hear anything of what was going on inside, but he wasn't worrying about that anyway. He was stuck thinking about him and Sakura. Not as Friends. But as a couple. He thought over that memory until he heard a click from the door beside him. Syaoran turned up expecting Sakura to look pretty in the dress Sakura made her, but he only saw Tomoyo smiling as she closed the door close behind her.
'Sorry to make you wait, Syaoran.'
'No, no. It's alright.'
'Well, when Sakura's done, it is going to be worth the wait.'
Syaoran tore his eyes away from the smiling Tomoyo.
'Tomoyo! HELP!' A cry of help came from inside the room.
'Hold on!' Tomoyo told Sakura through the door.
'Ummm…Syaoran? Can you do me a favour?'
Syaoran sat back up and looked at her.
'Ummm…well…you see, I-I invited Hiiragazawa. But I'm not sure he'll show…'
'He'll show.' Syaoran cut her off knowing his own friend.
'Well, can you just wait downstairs and see if he's there. If he is, can you just hang out with him?' Syaoran nodded a 'sure' as he stood up. 'Thank you so much, Syaoran.'
'Tomoyo!' Sakura shrieked.
'Coming Sakura!' Tomoyo ran in.
Syaoran went downstairs and spotted Eriol Hiiragazawa, his hands shoved into his pockets nervously and his eyes fixed on the nice tiled floor.
'Hey!' Syaoran nod his head as he approached the nervous boy.
'Syaoran! Hey man,' Eriol greeted surprised and seemed to relieve him. 'Where's Daidouji?'
Eriol looked around his friend eagerly. Syaoran cocked an eyebrow at his sudden reaction. This was man-to-man time, not go looking for your girlfriend time. That you do on your own time, not your guy friends time.
'Her and Sakura are getting read.' Syaoran answered. The boys continued to talk for a bit about guys stuff, and even got a drink.
They sat around on the couches with their cokes waiting for ten minutes. Any longer and they might have forgotten what they were waiting for.
In one of their silent moment, when they took a drink of their coke, the sound of an upstairs door was heard closing roughly with a loud 'click' and 'thump'. Eriol and Syaoran's silence went on as they listened attentively.
'Come on!' Tomoyo's voice echoed to them although it was an attempt to whisper. 'You look wonderful!'
You could hear Sakura's small disgruntled noises she made and the unsettlement of wood while Tomoyo tried to pull her along.
'Fine.' Sakura gave in, not quite sure why she was resisting in the first place. 'Let's meet up with Syaoran and Eriol. I'm sure they're waiting.'
Tomoyo froze on the spot. Sakura was now lugging her friend.
Syaoran looked over at Eriol, curious to see his reaction after hearing Sakura's words. He was in the same state as one of the girls upstairs, the one he liked.
Syaoran stood up and decided to go see the girls himself. Eriol saw this and followed uneasily.
The small 'eeps' Tomoyo was making got louder slowly as they echoed down to them.
'Hey!' Syaoran yelled out . The rustling upstairs stopped abruptly. 'Are you girls ready or not?'
'Tomoyo is ready!' Sakura yelled back. 'Is Hiiragazawa there?'
'Yeah.' Eriol answered himself, not really sure what came over him. There was a small thump and a short bitter silence.
'Tomoyo!' Sakura gasped, under pressure, literally. 'Syaoran! Hiiragazawa! Help! Please!'
Syaoran and Eriol ran up the stairs and turned to see the ever-so beautiful Sakura under the fainted Tomoyo.
The boys hauled Tomoyo back into her room and lay her on her creamy-coloured bed. Eriol stood worriedly over her. He gently pushed her black hair out of her face. Sakura and Syaoran glanced at each other. Syaoran saw she looked stunning. The pink really suited her. The thin-stretchy material clung to her fragile body. Half of her hair was pulled up and tied back by a thin pink ribbon that matched her dress, probably the same material. Her lips were painted a slight pinkish red. This look was definitely Tomoyo-created, but Syaoran had no objections to it. Especially the slim black strapped heels Sakura wore. Very sexy.
'I'm going to get some ice.' Sakura said as she turned on her heel to walk out the door. Syaoran looked at her leaving and the solitary Eriol.
'I-I'm coming too!' Syaoran said running after her. They walked in complete silence together as they reached the kitchen. Sakura looked around, trying to remember why she was there in the first place. She jerked back to life and brought out a chair. She stood on it as she reached the cupboards and pulled out a cloth. Once she closed it she noticed Syaoran looking up at her. She smiled at him. The same smile she did so many years ago, he noticed. There they were again. This was inevitable wasn't it?
'Is she alright?' Sakura interrupted Eriol and Tomoyo's own special moment. Tomoyo was conscious and it seems like she and Eriol were getting into a deep discussion. Sakura walked up to her friend, that still lay on the bed, and placed a cold, wet cloth on her head.
'I'm find Sakura.' Tomoyo laughed. 'Really!'
Sakura smiled down at her friend, knowing how tough she really was, and how sensitive she truly was. 'You sure?'
'Yes, of course! Mom's waiting at the hall, so we better get going.' Tomoyo sat up right, her legs flung over the edge of the bed. They all nodded in agreement as much as they were worried for this girl. The one that had always worried over them as well.
'Come on.' Tomoyo got up and lead their concerned eyes to the doorway of her bedroom. 'This night is going to be awesome.' She smiled holding the cloth still to her head.
I sorta wished this chapter was longer, myself. I updated with 3 chapters this weekend. Althought I would have liked four. I may have the next chapter for this one, next weekend. I thought this was a pretty cute chapter. Thanks for the reviews!
