Happy Birthday to Me?

AN: I do not own Card Captor Sakura

Chapter 2

Sakura's P.O.V.

I sat there…

Flabbergasted!

I think all the wine I drank drained form my body right there and then. Not knowing what to do I did the polite thing and extended my hand. He shook it without saying a word and I let it drop to my side once more.

Well you've met him Sakura. Here he is sitting right next to you with that annoying grin playing on his lips. You've talked to him and he's a nice guy.

Sighing I plopped another toffee into my mouth and looked at him with my hand resting on my palm and my elbow in turn on my knee. "Well, at least I can talk to you."

"Hmm… And everyone said that you're the quiet type."

"Yeah, I suppose. If I don't have a bottle of wine in me." I stuffed another toffee into my mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. "Hu… Who would have thought?"

I groaned when I was finally able to force open my eyes. I blinked hard and tried to focus them on the large pile of stuff in the corner of my room. I blinked again to try and make sense of the stuff. My vision focused and I stared at the large pile of colourful wrapped gifts. Oh, great. I'll probably have to work my way through it all.

I stuck my tongue out at the disgusting taste in my mouth as I pushed myself up to sit up straight on my bed. My dog looked questioningly up at me from his place next to my bed and I scratched its head affectionately. "Morning Kero."

I watched a short tail excitedly move from side to side along with a fat boggy butt as the dog made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, ready to devour anything we put in his bowl in two seconds.

I yawned as I slowly made my way down the stairs, taking it one at a time and in no rush to go anywhere. I need some disprin, or maybe something stronger… Ah! Anything that will take this headache away. I will just have to search the cabinets for what ever there is.

I walked past the couch to the kitchen and doubled back when reality sort of sunk in. "Dad! The man from last night is sitting on our couch!"

"I know honey."

"Oh! Okay then!" I walked back to the kitchen and started to raid the cabinets for any form of pain killers before pouring myself a large glass of water and making myself a mug of tea.

I slumped down in the living room couch and downed the glass of water along with the two pills I found in the cabinet. I ignored the man's amused raised eyebrow as he watched me. So I did not look my best and I sure as heck did not feel my best. Even Cinderella had off days for goodness sake!

I stuffed half an Oreo cookie into my mouth and chewed it as I leaned back in the couch with the mug of tea in my hand. "Take one if you want." I mumbled before stuffing the other half into my mouth.

"Good morning to you too."

"Morning – yes. Good – no." I bit into another cookie and lifted a brow at the dog who sat on the ground waving its short brown tail along with its doggy butt as it watched my cookie eagerly. Screw the ad. I gave it the rest and it almost swallowed my hand along with the pastry thing. Can you call cookies pastries?

I frowned at Kero. He was getting really fat. "No more cookies for you, boy." I patted its head and it tried to lick my hand - he was probably trying to get the crumbs on my fingers. I looked up at the man who sat peacefully on my couch watching me. "Don't you feel anything after all that sweet stuff?"

"Not really."

"Oh."

"Did you get some nice presents?"

"Haven't checked yet." I drank some tea and pulled a face at the bitter taste. Strange, this is how I always drink my tea. Ignoring the taste I reached for another cookie. "But I'll bet you no one got me the CD I really wanted."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I never get what I want. Except for this one time and he turned out fat and lazy and totally adorable." I looked down at my fat pooch curling himself into a ball to take another nap. "Well, the adorable part is questionable at times."

I swallowed the rest of the cookie and tilted my head at the man. What am I suppose to say to him? Last night was totally random and I had more alcohol in me than I've ever had in my entire life.

I sighed when the pain killers finally decided to kick in. I am never going to drink that much ever again. Well, maybe not until I feel completely miserable again.

My tea was warm and pleasing as it slid down my throat and soothed away the pain filling my body. The man kept smiling that strange smile at me and instead of surrendering myself to the uncomfortable feeling threatening to over come me I turned to my cell phone on the coffee table. I frowned at the screen: 5 messages received.

"Tomoyo, Tomoyo, Tomoyo, Tomoyo and Julie." I mumbled as I looked through the list of names. Julie's was definitely more interesting than Tomoyo's. I know what my best friend wants, what my sort of arch enemy wants is beyond me.

I opened the message and stared at the screen. 'Hi S! I hope u had a wonderful birthday! I'm really sorry about everything in the past.' Yeah right. 'I was wondering what the Li guy was doing at ur party. Could u hook us up maybe?'

My ass I will. Although I do not really want him, he is technically speaking mine and I do not give up anything that belongs to me. Well, not to people like her.

"I don't mind, what does she look like?" I jumped at the voice behind me and he moved to sit next to me. Too close to me for my comfort.

"My private messages have absolutely nothing to do with you!"

"It involves me."

"Not the point!" I said irritated and deleted the message before moving on to Tomoyo's.

'Hey! Wake up! I have 1 hell of a hang over and I don't' want 2 suffer alone.'

'R u still sleeping?'

'Have u looked at my gift yet? U should. It's on ur dining room table.' I glanced at the table and sure enough, there sat a bright red box with a lacy black and white ribbon around it tied into a pretty bow.

'I thought u might need it some time soon. Oh! And who was the hotty you were talking to last night?'

Need what? And what is it with everyone and this Li fellow leaning over my shoulder and reading my private messages? I glared at him and he grinned at me. He is not that great. I deleted the last message from Tomoyo and slowly made my way to the table, grabbed the box and fell back down on the couch.

I don't have any energy for this day.

Syaoran's P.O.V.

I watched the girl with interest. Her hair was in layers to just above her shoulders and a mess, her face was make up free and pretty and her black top was hugging her curves in absolutely all the right places. I grinned to myself as I watched her cross her legs with the baggy light blue long pyjama pants folding to hug her legs.

She didn't seem bothered by my presence at all. She didn't bother to try and straighten her hair, she didn't rush to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, nor did she care if I saw her in her night clothes. She just sat on her couch drinking her tea without saying a word with her tired green eyes staring at her sleeping dog.

I watched her reach for a cell phone and I came up behind her to read her messages. Might as well know what makes this girl tick. Or should I say who is interested in her. I don't like competition of any kind, even if the market is secure. There is always trouble in paradise and this was sure as hell not paradise.

I grinned at the message. So someone was interested in me. The girl obviously did not approve. She deleted the message faster than any normal human being after scolding me and I took my seat next to her. Right next to her.

She shifted to one side slightly and I leaned closer. I like her sent. Pure and unspoilt by any human made products. If she smelled like this every morning I really won't mind waking up next to her. If she smelled like this every morning I will have a darn damned time to get myself out of bed.

I caught the sent of her hair when she got up to get a box from the table. Mint, her hair smelled fresh with mint. Fresh and not over bearing. She sank back down next to me and I focused my senses on her skin. Vanilla was coming from her skin. Soft, gentle and just sweet enough to tease any man to his end. Sweet like vanilla and fresh like mint.

I grinned at the box on her lap. It looked like something Lady Marmalade would have in the Moulin Rouge, not a girl who just turned twenty one sitting in her father's living room in her pyjamas. "What do you have there?"

"I have no idea, but knowing Tomoyo it can be anything and I will most probably not be to keen on it."

"What a nice thing to say about your best friend."

"You don't know her like I do." Judging by the box I was going to be the one very keen on what is inside. The girl pulled of the ribbon and made a sloppy ponytail with it before lifting the lid. Her eyes grew wide and curiosity overcame me. I pulled the lid out of her hands and grinned at the contents. "She is so dead."

I love this Tomoyo girl's way of thinking.

Inside the box was a lacy sheer black night gown with matching underwear and chocolate body paint.

I made a quick and rather unnecessary calculation. Girl plus outfit in box plus chocolate body paint equals very pleasurable time for me.

Chocolate, vanilla and mint…

I can't wait to get this girl into bed! "Hmm… Sexy."

"Like hell!" She grabbed the lid from my hands and slammed it on top. "Bloody pervert." I laughed slightly when she stormed up the stairs and I heard her bedroom door slam shut. Life from now on was going to be a lot more interesting and hopefully for me, a lot more pleasurable.

Sakura's P.O.V.

I was still furious at Tomoyo that evening and I refused to speak to the pervert for the rest of the morning and only greeted him when he and his mother left because my father would have gotten a cow other wise.

The Deftones were screeching away in my ears, loud enough to block out any other sound that might draw my attention. My fingers lazily paged through the latest issue of the Glamour magazine and I paused at a fashion page.

They showed some RB singer I could really care less about, but the suite she was wearing was simply amazing. Tailored to perfection and the one they showed where you can mimic the artist's look was even more amazing. My finger traced the line of the suite in the picture.

If I was anything like Kero I would have drooled right there and then.

My eyes moved down to the price and I knew it was a bad mistake even before I looked at it. It was obviously going to be way out of my reach and way to expensive to ever even consider to purchase. Why couldn't she give me something like this, instead of the embarrassing outfit I just had to go and open in front of that Li guy?

My attention turned back to the music. Yeah, please God bless us all, because I am never going to ever afford anything like that.

Syaoran's P.O.V.

The hotel room was a bore to say the least and even though I was so damn tired I could hardly keep my eyes open, I still lay awake on my bed staring at the white ceiling. My eyes trailed over the white floral pattern curving its way in and out of view above my head. My eyes lingered on a small little flower that somewhat resembled a cherry blossom.

That girl…

That girl was going to be the end of me, I just knew it.

The way she unconsciously moves her body and the way everything she wears shows of her every curve of perfectly, the way her full moist lips move when she talks and the way her deep green eyes tease me to try and find every possible secret trapped in her body.

I groaned and shoved my fingers into my hair. Every guy I talked to on her party admitted to having some form of a crush on the quiet girl, but none of them could explain it. Some said it was the way she always smiled, others attribute it to her flowing movements (when she's not half drunk or in a rush), but one guy hit the hammer right on the nail.

He was tall with fair hair and identified himself as her brother-in-law, Yukito I think he said his name was. He told me the secret behind every guy's crush on the girl.

Her eyes.

It was her eyes and the hundreds and maybe even thousands of untold secrets locked way deep inside of her small body that drew every guy within a ten kilometre radius. I thought the entire notion ridiculous, until that stroke light brushed against her face just right.

Every damned mystery in the world reached out to me at that moment, begging me to solve them, begging me to unleash them from their heavenly prison.

I wonder…

I let my hands drop from my hair and turned my head to look out of the window. The sky was dark, only lit by the warm glowing city lights. Different colours of neon blue and pink, the icy glow of bright white and the warm glow of fading yellow stroked the dark clouds hanging over the town of Tomoeda.

My eyes closed and I found myself staring at he girl's rather annoyed face as she slammed the lid on the Moulin Rouge box and yelled my profanity at me before she stormed up the stairs and into her room.

I wonder what it will take to get her to surrender herself to my touch. What would I have to do before I am able to run my fingers through those wild honey locks? When will I be able to hold her close to me and kiss every inch of those lusciously full lips? What will it take to be able to feel every inch of her?

I opened my eyes and stared up at the white cherry blossom on the hotel roof smiling down at me. My hands clenched the soft sheets in my fists.

Most importantly: What will it take to be able to read all those secrets locked away behind those lovely emerald orbs?

Sakura's P.O.V.

I glared at all the gifts as I packed it away in boxes. It's always the same. I get loads of nice things, bracelets, necklaces, clothes, bubble bath, writing paper or notepads with matching pens and or envelopes, candles and essence, photo frames with pictures of my friends and myself… All very nice, but not what I wanted.

I sank down to the floor with my back against my bed as I listened to the All Saints sing about a place they could call their own, about swimming closer to the person they loved. Something they wanted, something they got.

I stared at my room. It was filled with nice things, but not really anything I really wanted. I stood up and grabbed the dried roses in the glass vase on my table. I did not want these. One by one I dropped them into my waist bin. George, Tai, Carl, Reyoga, Kaumi, Tori, Fuma… All the boys I got roses from on Valentines Day and I didn't want one.

I turned to the ornaments on my bookcase. It was cluttering up everything and it always annoyed me. I pulled a box closer and started to dump the hundreds of candles in it. I never even lit any of these unless the power went out. They all went into the box, except for one. It was purple and blue and quite big. Tomoyo gave it to me after we made it together. That one I want.

Cheap skate fairy statues from when we were little and I was obsessed with anything fairy-ish, stuffed teddy bears bleached over time, an old kitten toy which used to meow when you put batteries in it, shells from the seaside I'd pick up every vacation, an old Barbie doll which was suppose to look like Jasmine from Walt Disney's Aladdin.

I paused with the doll. No, this one I will keep. My dad gave it to me to spoil me one year when my brother went to summer camp and I had to stay home alone. I played with the doll for hours on end that summer. I put it on my bed next to the teddy bear my uncle gave me when I was born.

Next were all the thousands of letters I had gathered over the years. I looked at the shoe boxes in the corner of my closet, each marked with the year and grade I was in. I'll need a black bag for this. I made my way down to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of large plastic black bags and a nougat before marching up to my room again.

From now on I will get the things I want. Since spiritually I am forced into something I do not want I will please myself with earthly matters. Form now on I will only keep what I want and to hell with the rest.

I dumped every last letter into the bag. Twelve years of little notes ranging from questions about what I wanted to do during break to those describing intimate details about my friends' dates with the boys they liked at the time.

I went through everything! Shoes, clothes, towels, skin care products and make up, old ribbons and ties, CDs and cassettes, pictures I drew, notebooks from varsity and my private life, posters of boys and actors I thought to be hot when I was at high school and pictures of my friends and family laying around in my room.

If it wasn't thrown away it was immediately put in its proper place and packed away in the boxes cluttering my room.

It must have taken me the entire night, because when my dad woke me the next morning I was sleeping at my computer. I looked at it flashing a message about an error occurring while reading the stiffy in the disk drive. I let it pop out and threw it away. No more clutter.

It might not be the life I wanted, but I am going to fill it with the things I want. It's about me from now on and no one else.

About me and only me.

AN: Hey guys. Okay, so nothing really happens except now you have a glimpse into the feelings of our two main characters. And they are feeling the complete opposite of each other.

Please note: There will be NO LEMON in this fic, only a bit of fluff. I want to keep this as accessible as possible to every one and going into bedroom scenes is totally not my style. If you read Bleeding Angel you would have noticed it.

Since its February: Happy Valentines Day! (To the people who actually like the day.)

I hate it. Everything is turned pink and fake with corny love lines and large clichés running around like headless chickens. And somehow you always end up with some stupid cuddly thing or corny card you throw in the trash after giving the guy a fake thank you while wishing he would disappear of the face of the earth. In short, I Really HATE Valentines Day.

Thank you so much for all the reviews!

Tella

PS. A stiffy is the term us South Africans use for a floppy disk. Just to un-confuse you if you were.