I Write Sins Not Tragedies
A/N hey all! Here's the next chapter and I'm so happy you all like this story! I was trying to make it a little different from the average story. I'm so happy you're all wondering what broke up Syaoran and Sakura in the first place but that won't be mentioned until later chapters. I hope you all enjoy this I had time to type it up cause I don't have school for the next week because I finished all my exams! Heck yes! No more tech and gym! No offence to people who like those subjects it's just I can't build anything worth shit and I'm not the most athletic around. Anyways here's the chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, Clamp does. I do own this plot but the song it is based off of belongs to Panic! at the Disco.
Recap of Chapter 2…
He nodded his head and sat back. Sakura hoped that tonight they wouldn't have a fight.
Her thoughts then drifted over to Syaoran. She couldn't believe she had agreed to lunch. She just hoped she could get this feeling in her chest under control.
Chapter 3: Of a Church Corridor
Sakura could not believe she was doing this. She was walking down the street to Penguin Park. It was the afternoon she was supposed to meet Syaoran for lunch. She didn't know what had possessed her to agree to go and meet him, but she did. She couldn't believe that she was meeting her ex-boyfriend for lunch when she was married now. For all she knew Syaoran wasn't over her and wanted to get her back. Of course she wouldn't take him back, she knew that for a fact. As much as she and Akira argued, she was loyal to her wedding vows and she knew Akira was too. Even if she could take Syaoran back, she knew it wouldn't work between them. Their relationship would turn into a train wreck like it was last time.
Her relationship with Syaoran had ended five years ago, right after she graduated from high school. She had seen it coming a mile away, it had started off sweet and special and had started to go downhill after six months. Of course she blamed the whole thing on Syaoran, it was his fault it had all turned into the giant train wreck. If he had been different, they could have lasted. Maybe some of it was her fault as well, maybe if she had tried harder they could have made it work, but that was past. But still…she couldn't stop thinking about how that feeling in her heart came every time she saw him, it was the same feelings he gave her when they were together.
Sakura looked at where she was. She was at the park, ready to meet Syaoran. Now all she had to do was find him.
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Syaoran was sitting on a bench at the park reading a book. It was always a habit of his to take a book wherever he was going. It always gave him something to do when he got bored. His friends had always found it weird that he liked to read, but the only books they had ever read was probably Playboy, and on book reports they just rented the video.
He had always found a book was his way to escape. He had always believed his life sucked with the kind of mother he had, always controlling and never paid much attention to him, more into spending time with her friends than watching over him and his sisters. He found that when he read a book, he could pretend he was the main character and live a different life than his own. After he and Sakura had broken up and he realized how much he missed her, when he read a book with romance in it he found himself imagining the main characters were he and Sakura, together and happy. He knew it was lame but he also knew that the reason they didn't last was because of him.
He paused from his reading to look at his watch, he wondered if Sakura was even going to show up. He was about to look around the park to see if she was there yet when he heard a voice.
"Hey stranger."
He looked behind him and saw Sakura giving him a small smile. He smiled back and stood up putting his book in his back pocket, it was a paperback after all, he always bought those ones so he could take them anywhere. "I was wondering when you were going to get here."
"Well I was here sooner but I couldn't see you. Then I remembered how you always sat and read a book while you were waiting and had to look through the benches to try and find you. You're very hard to pick out while everyone besides the lady feeding birds is reading a book you know."
"Excuses, excuses, excuses," Syaoran smirked.
"Fine, don't believe me," Sakura crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head to the left in mock anger.
"Ready to go eat?" Syaoran asked.
"You read my mind," Sakura replied.
"Come on," Syaoran said taking hold of her hand and pulling her down the street to a café.
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They were seated in the café and had ordered their food before they had started talking. Syaoran was the first to start the conversation.
"So…" he said thinking of something to say. "You're married now."
Sakura nodded her head, "Going on two years now."
"I see," Syaoran replied.
"Yup," Sakura replied.
"He has money," Syaoran stated.
"Yes he does," Sakura agreed.
"Is that why you married him?" Syaoran asked bluntly.
"What? No!" Sakura yelled outraged. "How could you say that? I married him because I loved him!"
"Why in the past tense?" Syaoran asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Sakura asked dumbly.
"You said 'loved' as in past tense. Why didn't you say love as in present tense?" Syaoran asked smirking.
"I don't think I need a grammar lesson from you Syaoran," Sakura said bitterly. "And I do love him, I just made a mistake while I was speaking. It happens you know."
"Hey, I was just asking a question," Syaoran said raising his hands up in defence.
"You have no right to ask me why I married my husband and accuse me of marrying him for his money. You should know better than anyone I am not a gold digger!"
Syaoran was about to reply when the waitress brought their food over. He stayed quiet until she was gone. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well in case you didn't notice Syaoran, you never had that much money." Sakura answered bluntly.
"But you never married me," Syaoran stated, angry that she brought up how he didn't have much to offer.
"But I would have," Sakura answered making Syaoran's eyes widen. "I loved you enough back then to marry you. I didn't care if you had nothing to offer me; I just wanted to be with you. But you threw that all away."
"Sakura…" Syaoran said thinking of something to say, he had noticed that she started to cry after telling him that. It wasn't all out sobbing, but he noticed a few tears going down her face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that question."
Sakura wiped the tears that were coming down her face, "It's okay. But I did marry Akira for love Syaoran."
"Than how come every time I see you two at those parties you never look happy Sakura?" Syaoran said with an edge in his voice. He knew Sakura couldn't love that richie as much as she had loved him when they were together. He could see it in her eyes.
"We had had a fight before we came to the party," Sakura said awkwardly.
"Both times?" Syaoran asked with a raised eyebrow.
"We fight a lot okay!" Sakura sighed. "I argue that he thinks I'm nothing but his trophy wife and he argues back that it's all in my head and that he really loves me and then we don't talk."
"He only sees you as a trophy wife?" Syaoran asked. He was angry to hear that that man would see Sakura only as something to show off. Sakura was special and deserved to be given something like the moon.
"He denies it, but I know it's true," Sakura nodded her head.
They were quiet for the rest of the lunch. They went to go pay when Syaoran offered to pay for her as well was time they finally started talking again.
"No Syaoran, you can't pay for me," Sakura refused.
"Why not? I want to," was Syaoran's reply.
"But this wasn't even a date. I wouldn't feel right," Sakura answered.
"Think of it as one than," Syaoran said.
"Syaoran, you know I can't think of it like that. You know I'm married I can't think of this like a date."
"Sakura, I asked you to come out for lunch with me so I'm paying that's it," Syaoran said stubbornly and Sakura sighed giving up and let him pay for her lunch.
They walked out of the café when Sakura spoke to him. "You shouldn't have done that. You didn't have to."
"But I told you I wanted to and that's all that matters."
"Whatever Syaoran," Sakura sighed. She had forgotten how stubborn he was.
"Come on, I'll walk you home," Syaoran said gesturing in the direction to the richer side of town where he knew she was living, only because 'Richie' was her husband. He had officially given Sakura's husband that nickname. He would refuse to call him by any other name. It hurt too much already to know he had Sakura and he didn't anymore.
"Okay," Sakura said quietly.
While they were walking Syaoran started talking. "So Sakura Kinomoto living it up on the richer side of town,"
"What about it?" Sakura asked.
"It just," Syaoran paused to think of the right words. "Isn't you…"
"What do you mean it 'isn't me'?" Sakura asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You don't belong there," Syaoran stated.
"What do you mean I don't belong there?" Sakura asked.
"You're too good for it. You're better than all of them." Syaoran stated seriously.
"Syaoran-" she was cut off.
"Back in high school you always mocked those kind of people," Syaoran reminded her.
"I know that…" Sakura whispered.
"So why are you there now?"
"I don't know…Akira I guess."
"Oh right," Syaoran said bitterly, "because of Richie who you supposedly love."
"Richie?" Sakura asked raising her eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling him?"
"I could come up with something much worse if you wanted me to," Syaoran responded.
"Well Syaoran, this is my house right here," Sakura said quietly trying to get Syaoran off his topic.
"Just answer me one thing before you go," Syaoran said while wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her to him hugging her. He had missed the feel of her in his arms all these years. "Do you love him more than you loved me?" he asked in a pained voice.
Sakura wrenched herself away from him and opened the gate to the mansion she and Akira lived in. She walked up to the house without saying anything to Syaoran.
Syaoran put his head in his hands when he watched her walk away into the mansion. He let out an angry groan as he turned away to walk to his apartment on the other side of town.
When Sakura had reached inside the house she closed the door and leaned against it. She had thought about what Syaoran said while walking up to the mansion and she knew the answer.
She sighed and shook her head saying in a whisper, "No…"
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Syaoran had arrived back at his apartment to find Eriol there watching a football game.
"Hey man, how'd your lunch date go?" he asked looking up from the television.
"Like I'd tell you," Syaoran muttered.
"My guess is not good," Eriol commented dryly.
"Well you can keep thinking that," Syaoran answered. He pulled out the book he was reading waiting for Sakura at the park and sat down in a chair and started to read it.
"Come on man! Watch the game with me! Get your nose out of that book," Eriol whined.
"No," Syaoran said starting to let himself get engrossed with the book he was reading.
"Why not?" Eriol asked.
"I need to go to another world."
TBC
A/N and here is the third chapter to I Write Sins Not Tragedies! We know that Sakura and Syaoran still have feeling for each other but Sakura doesn't want anything to happen because of the last time! But the question, what happened the last time? I hope you guys enjoyed. I'll be updated I Thought he was Perfect next and that will hopefully be the last chapter and that story will come to a close! Anyways remember to read and review! Ciao!
