Full Summary: Sakura has what every twenty-two-year old only dreams of; a penthouse flat in the centre of NYC (but she wishes she lives in a mansion), a wardrobe filled with designer clothes (but she wishes she had more), and a good job… But she wishes she had a better job. And she also wishes she hadn't spilt cappuccino all over that hot guy she met a few minutes ago…
-
Disclaimer: This plot is loosely based on the "Shopaholic" series. I don't own CCS or the Shopaholic series.
-
ATTENTION!
All right. This is the epilogue for this story, but pay close attention! There's going to be another update tomorrow. It's going to be a preview of the upcoming sequel, "Shopaholic Walks Down the Aisle." You know how Shopaholic books have previews in the books? Yeah, it's like that! Lol XD
And then this fic will be changed to "complete," and I will post a oneshot drabble titled "Shopaholic's Craving." Then after that, I'll post the first chapter of the sequel, which is already ready for you guys XD!
Thank you so much for all those lovely reviews…! And please continue reviewing the sequel afterwards! I'll see you again tomorrow!
Love, Waltz Alone (Lina)
…-
In the Shoes of a Shopaholic
- Last Chapter – Shopaholic and Her Godchild
-
-
I love my new shoes.
They're so fab… The new, cute Louis Vuitton heels… black and white, a match in heaven with my white Prada skirt.
Okay, maybe the outfit is a bit skimpy for work… but it's alright, because a) There are girls who dress worse and skimpier than me here, and b) My boss is my boyfriend of four months. And I can't help but notice that horrible shade of yellow on that new intern girl… It makes her stupid fake tan look orangier, and her bleach blond hair and thick eyeliner doesn't help, either.
But I still smile as she hands me a folder, because that's what professional secretaries do. Even if girls who call you a whore because you're dating your boss comes to you, you smile sweetly and thank them. And later, you tell your boyfriend about their bitchy acts! Simple rule of the Professional Secretary Sakura Kinomoto.
I get up and head to the fax machine with the folder, quickly putting each sheet through it and typing in some numbers. I glance at the clock; 11:55AM. Oh man, five more minutes…
Then my eyes fall upon a pack of cigarettes. Rolling my eyes, I take it and chuck it into the trash bin. "You should get fired for that," comes an amused voice from behind me.
Startled, I whip around. I swear he's Obi-Wan Kenobi's great-great-great grandson – he can read my mind and sneak up right behind me like that out of nowhere! I wordlessly shrug. "You did promise to cut back on the smoking," I mumble defensively.
"And so I did," he laughs as his arms wrap around me.
"Seriously," I blush, "You'll have no one who'll want to work for you if you keep-"
"-Making my relationship with my girlfriend public?" he suggests with a smirk.
"I can see the headline already," I pause as he kisses my neck, feeling shivers on my back, "Syaoran Li Loses Employees Because of Too Much Sex With His Girlfriend."
He smirks, "I'll still have you, won't I, darling?" he briefly kisses my lips before pushing me against a wall. Men.
"Yeah, if you stop abusing me and shove me into walls and desks everyday, dear," I give him the smirk I learned from him.
He shakes his head, taking note of my smirk and smirking himself to prove he's better. Jerk. "It's not abuse; it's physical affection," he pinches my nose and kisses it. Before I can retort, there's a knock at the door. I hastily try to wiggle out from his grasp, but he keeps me there and calls out, "Come in."
A brunette girl walks in, immediately blushing as she sees us. Well, Syaoran's basically raping me – with clothes on. She hastily leaves a floppy disk on my desk before running out the door. Syaoran starts laughing and pulls me away from the wall. I let out a scoff before protesting, "You're evil!"
"And you like it," he says, his amber eyes crinkled into laughter. "Unfortunately, yes," I reply before collecting the sheets from the fax machine. Syaoran glances at the clock. "I guess I could ring the lunch bell a bit early; Eriol and Tomoyo are probably at the restaurant by now," he hold his hand out to me. I consider it for a minute before grinning and taking it. "Sounds good."
-
-
Syaoran's bodyguard slash chauffeur, Jim, drops us off at a posh restaurant, around where the Plaza Hotel is. Syaoran holds my hand as we enter and come to a table where Eriol and Tomoyo are sitting and OH MY GOD.
It's huge.
Tomoyo looks as though she's ready to burst. Literally. She looks happy and glowy, but her belly… is huger than I've ever seen it. She's expecting next week, so…
I sit down across from her, eagerly gazing at her bump. "This is so exciting! I get a grand- I mean, a goddaughter!" I squeal, ignoring Syaoran's smirk. Tomoyo beams and takes a big gulp of her water. Eriol and Syaoran start talking to each other, and Tomoyo begins to survey me.
She smiles. "You look better," she says.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you seem happier than before!"
I pause. Well – for one thing, I've got a hot boyfriend… I have a good job… I have better things to do now than to sit and rate people's outfits…. Everyday. And I guess… I'm happier.
"Well, my life's never been predictable since this guy showed up," I jerk my thumb at Syaoran who merely pats my head.
Tomoyo grins. "Good, good…. I'm glad…" And for the rest of the lunch, we launch into some really frilly, girly talk about that new window display at Barney's…
-
-
"God, I swear I'll pop if someone pokes me," says Tomoyo, "and don't poke me, Sakura." I giggle and hide behind Syaoran as she glares at me. We're walking on the busy street, heading to a nearby Starbucks.
"Just hope no one bumps into you," say Syaoran with a smirk in my defense. Tomoyo's about to throw her purse at him when she suddenly stops. Then Eriol stops, then I stop, then Syaoran. Chain reaction.
We all turn to look at her.
She has this strange look on her face… a confused, blank, what-the-hell look. Another mood swing?
Then my eyes fall upon the puddle of water beneath her.
Oh my God.
Eriol's speechless and white, and Syaoran looks just about as gobsmacked as him. And me, I blush a bit awkwardly as I come to her side. "Don't worry, Tomoyo…" I whisper cautiously, "We won't tell anyone…"
"Oh, Sakura!" she laughs, "It's not pee! My water broke!"
Eriol staggers on his spot and Syaoran grabs hold of his shoulder to prevent him from falling. I gape at her. There's a split second before I scream, "OH MY GOD! YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A PREMATURE BABY!"
Nearly everyone turns to look at us, and Tomoyo rolls her eyes. "Just shut up and get me a cab!"
"NO! I'VE SENT YOU INTO PREMATURE LABOUR! OH MY GOD I SHOULD JUST STAY AWAY FROM PREGNANT WOMEN!" I feel like falling face flat on the street. "Call 911! A MIDWIFE! YOUR MOM! An ambulance! NOW, SYAORAN!" I yell, grabbing hold of him as I nearly faint.
Syaoran sighs, grabbing hold of me with his free hand. "Tomoyo, do you think these two should come along? I really don't think they can handle childbirth just yet," he raises his eyebrows and Tomoyo grins. "You can chuck them into an ambulance if they have a nervous breakdown. There's a cab."
Several people encourage and congratulate Tomoyo as we head into the cab. Eriol looks as white as sheet as Tomoyo calls him. "Eriol, earth to Eriol!" she slaps his face twice. "Call my mom and tell her to bring my baby bag, dammit!"
Syaoran holds my hand tightly as I begin to panic even more. What if she- What if the baby- What if they- How can she be so calm?
I need coffee. Right now. Lots of it.
"Look, you're not the one who's having a baby," Syaoran reassures me.
"What if I am?" I retort before I realize what I just said.
I turn beet red as he stares at me. "That- just- slipped out…." I mumble, embarrassed. He sighs, patting my back. "Just remember to breathe," he makes some stupid gesture with his hands, moving them towards and away from his chest. And I actually feel a bit calmer.
-
-
And oh. My. God.
It's happened. It took ten hours.
Oh my God, ten whole hours of Tomoyo screaming, cursing, hitting Eriol's arm, throwing stuff at Syaoran and pinching me with her hands. Her parents were luckily out of reach, but they still heard all the unnecessary things when she was blaming Eriol for this labour…
It was so… um, disturbing… yet… fascinating…
Eriol nearly fainted, but Syaoran was actually calm throughout the whole thing, holding onto Eriol and me. Now, we're all sweaty and shaken but calmer, watching Tomoyo cradle her newborn baby. The fact that Tomoyo gave birth to that baby… When she's that skinny (excluding her belly)… Wow.
I can't believe she's a mother now. She's just same old Tomoyo to me…
The baby's adorable… it's still red and tiny… it has Tomoyo's hair, and probably Eriol's eyes because they're darker. But I can't see it yet, because it can't open its eyes yet. Eriol's gawking at it now and holding it gingerly, and from time to time he remembers to kiss Tomoyo. When Tomoyo hands the baby to me and Syaoran, I nearly cry. The baby's beautiful… and Tomoyo and Eriol are the parents… Oh God, I'm really gonna cry.
But I can't. This is my goddaughter, and she'll only grow up with happiness and designer clothes. I should be happy. When I hand her back to Tomoyo, I finally find my voice again.
"What's going to be her name?"
There's a pause.
Tomoyo giggles, and even Eriol manages to crack a grin. Syaoran strokes my back. "Honey," he says bitterly, "It's a boy." With a smirk, he points to the… masculine area I didn't notice yet.
Oh.
Oh. Well then…
OH!
"B-b-b-but…" I stutter, "The designer clothes! I already got her- I mean, him some!" I cry, ready to really burst into tears.
Tomoyo laughs. "Don't worry, he'll be dressed in good clothes.. Just not ones that'll make him look homosexual!"
I pout and Syaoran hugs me from behind. "What's his name?" he asks.
There's a pause before Eriol finally speaks up. "Daniel Hiiragizawa," he grins happily. And I can't help but smile at Tomoyo and Eriol's happy faces… They're a perfect family.
And that's my godson, little Danny.
-
-
It's nearly 3AM when we leave Eriol and Tomoyo at the hospital. I'm half-asleep as Syaoran carries me into his flat, taking off my Louis Vuitton heels for me. When he sets me down on his king-sized bed, I immediately hug the pillow. I manage to open my eyes to see him unbutton his shirt and toss me one of his loose t-shirts.
I lazily take it, yawn and begin to take off my beige skirt. By the time I've slipped into the T-shirt and crawled under the covers, Syaoran's switching off the lights.
I close my eyes in the darks and feel the bed sink in as he lies down beside me. I yawn again and snuggle into his arms, making myself comfortable. "It was a hell of a day," he whispers, stroking my head. I nod. "It was so cool… but so creepy…" I feel him smirk.
"You've grown a lot, you know."
I can't open my eyes anymore, and manage to mumble, "I have?"
"If it were the old you, you would have fainted by the time Tomoyo was in that room."
I kick his leg, and he pretends to die. Well, of course I've grown.
I've got a good job, I've got a hot boyfriend, and a cute godson – a better life. And I've been on the covers of gossip magazines.
Of course I'm a better person.
"I didn't say anything about you being a better person," he says drowsily.
See what I'm saying? He's basically Obi-Wan himself. Actually, the Obi-Wan from the movie is pretty hot, too…
I feel Syaoran pull me into his arms even more as he sighs and makes himself more comfortable. "Good night," he whispers and kisses my forehead. "Night," I mumble back.
And as I lie there, in his arms in the dark, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside… I feel home. I guess with Syaoran with me to keep me leveled and down here, I can have a better life. Even without those fab Miu Miu heels he told me not to buy.
Secretly praying to dream of Syaoran buying me those shoes, I let myself drift off to sleep in my boyfriend's arms.
Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
-
Shopping List
- Danny's clothes
- Danny's toys
- Danny's shoes
-SYAORAN'S BELT! (the one I killed a spider with and threw out the balcony by accident.)
- Syaoran's Armani aftershave (the one I dropped and killed)
- Syaoran's shirt (the one I spillt coffee on...)
- Syaoran's smoke-quit-gum thing
- sexy underwear for that dinner party
- chocolate
- BUY THOSE MIU MIU HEELS
- the Coronas I drank without telling Syaoran - 4 bottles
- Chanel jacket
-
-
In the Shoes of a Shopaholic – End -
-
Review review review reviewww pleaseee! XD
OMG! This fic is almost done… lol. The story's done, but there's going to be another update! Remember my "attention" thing
Tomorrow, I'm going to update a preview of the upcoming sequel. (like the original Shopaholic books) And then this fic will be changed to "complete," and I will post a oneshot drabble titled "Shopaholic's Craving." Then after that, I'll post the first chapter of the sequel, titled "Shopaholic Walks Down the Aisle!" XD! So stay tuned!