I Write Sins not Tragedies

A/n Okay so I know I haven't been updating lately but I didn't want to work on this story until I got the seventh chapter of Pretty Girl up and I had major writer's block with that chapter. Plus bad things have been happening around here. There are three different fights going on between my friends that look like they're never going to be repaired because nobody wants to try and repair them, my friend's having trouble with her boyfriend because none of her friends seem to like him (minus me because I'm being nice to him for her sake), I'm not getting along with one of my teachers making me have a lot of trouble in his class (for those who have read Pretty Girl, the teacher that suspended Sakura is based off of this teacher), and so far three of my friends will be moving after the school year is over. Anyways I guess I'll have to suck it up and deal. Here's the chapter.

Lyphta: That's great that you finished Anthem and that you might give The Lovely Bones a try! I'm trying to find The Time Traveler's Wife…but it would help if I actually had a book store here -.-' the joys of living in a small town of 1800 people and getting smaller…

Broadway Belle: I'm glad this is your favourite story by me so far (: it's my favourite one to write too!

insomniaaa: lol there could be a hint in this chapter :P

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does. The song used to base this story off of belongs to Panic! At the Disco, but I do own my love for the band which is awesome. Also the poems mentioned in this chapter belong to Pablo Neruda and he also owns the book Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. I own my love for the poems though. I also don't own the characters mentioned from The Fountainhead, they belong to Ayn Rand. Anyways I basically just own the plot and the words I type on the keyboard.

Recap of chapter 7…

"Well, I got to go, I guess I'll talk to you some other time okay?" she said after a pause.

"Wait," he listened to see if she was still on the phone when he continued. "I'm off work tomorrow, will you meet me at the park again? Say around twelve?"

"Okay, goodnight Syaoran," she said before she hung up.

He placed the phone back on its cradle and laid back on his bed before he whispered to the empty room, "You never gave me the chance to say goodnight."

Chapter 8: What a Beautiful Wedding Says

Sakura woke up that morning to find that the place beside her on the bed was empty. Akira had already gone to work and let her sleep. She rolled over and looked at the time on the clock and realized she had agreed to meet Syaoran in two hours. Yawning she stretched and climbed out of bed heading to the shower.

She spent her time getting ready and eventually was ready just in time to go meet him. She walked out the door and started heading over to the park. All through her walk there her mind was set on wondering why Syaoran wanted to meet her again. She looked at her watch when she got there and realized she was about ten minutes late.

"Knowing him, he's sitting on a bench reading," she thought to herself as she started searching the park benches to see if she could find him.

Finally she found him sitting in the very last bench completely absorbed in his book. She walked up to him and stood in front of him, he didn't notice she was there until she spoke, "How's it going stranger?"

He looked up from his book and smiled, marking his place he closed the book and stood up, "Pretty good, and you?" he slipped the book into his back pocket like he always did.

She nodded her head, "Good, good."

"That's good," he nodded.

"So what did you want me to come here for?" she asked curiously.

"Let's go get lunch," he decided not to answer her. Sakura sighed realizing that that answer meant he wasn't going to tell her and followed as he started to lead the way.

He looked behind him and saw she was walking behind him, following his lead, so he stuck his hand out behind him and looked at her, watching as she stuck out her hand and took hold of his. They started walking to the café Syaoran took them to before.

When they arrived, they sat down at a table and were quiet as they received menus. They were still quiet refusing to speak to each other after they placed their orders; it seemed like a competition to see who was going to speak first. Finally Syaoran sighed and broke the silence.

"I know why you married Richie."

Sakura looked over at him with a startled face but covered it quickly with a frown, "You do now hmm?"

"God Sakura!" he exclaimed, "You're just like Dominique!"

"Excuse me?" Sakura asked confused.

"You're just like Dominique from The Fountainhead."

"What do you mean by that?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"You can't except the fact that you love me so you marry the exact opposite of me, admit it, Richie is everything I'm not and I'm everything he needs to be. Just like Peter Keating was everything Howard Roark wasn't and Howard Roark was everything Peter Keating needed to be. You're just like Dominique when she married Keating because she couldn't except that she loved Roark. She married Keating because he was Roark's exact opposite," as Syaoran explained everything he took hold of Sakura's hand and started leaning over the table as he continued to speak. "You married him because he was nothing like me."

"Do you have any idea what you're saying?" Sakura asked pulling her hand out of his hold. "You don't even know him and you think you have it all figured out as to why I agreed to marry him."

"But after everything you've told me I have a pretty good idea." Their food arrived and they stopped speaking while the food was placed in front of them. When the waiter walked away they continued their conversation. "From what you've told me he is completely different from me and sounds like nothing but a rich jerk which is the kind of person you never liked. Dominique always thought Peter was one of the worst kinds of people, that was why she married him, she was ashamed she loved Howard, are you ashamed that you love me Sakura?"

"Since when do you even understand the meaning of The Fountainhead?" Sakura asked trying to hold back tears. "You always said you hated Ayn Rand, why are you all of a sudden comparing us to one of her most famous novels?" she looked away and down at her hands that she placed on her lap to avoid his eyes.

"You said it was your favourite book, I read it and tried to make sense of it for you," she looked up at him as he said that with a shocked look on her face as she saw the look on his face as he said he read the book for her. She stopped fighting her tears and let them fall. "It makes sense that you would try and act out your own version of your favourite book."

"You actually read the book for me?" she cocked her head to the side with a small smile on her face, wiping away her tears. He nodded an affirmative and her smile widened. "Akira would never do that for me…he would complain that it was too long."

"It is long, but when you get into it, I will admit, it turns into a great story," he confessed.

"Hah! I knew you would like it if you gave it a chance!" Sakura exclaimed happily.

"Hey! It's not that big of a deal," Syaoran couldn't help but laugh at the way she was acting.

"Oh but it is a big deal," she stated. "You never admit your wrong! This should become a national holiday!"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Syaoran sighed.

Sakura smiled at him and finished up her food that had been forgotten during Syaoran's confession.

They were quiet once again while they finished eating. When they were finished, Syaoran paid the bill and they walked out of the café together. When they were outside Sakura turned to him.

"So where to next?"

"Where do you want to go?" Syaoran asked her smirking.

Sakura made a thinking face while tapping her chin, "Show me where you live."

"What?" Syaoran's eyes widened.

"I want to see where you live," she smiled. "You've seen where I live isn't it fair that I see where you live?"

"I guess it is…" he gave in. "Come on it's this way."

He took hold of her hand as he brought her down the street. Sakura looked around at the scenery they passed as they walked to his apartment. The walk wasn't that long and when they got in front of the building Syaoran finally spoke, "This is it, we're on the fifth floor."

"We're?" Sakura asked confused.

"My roommate and I, his name's Eriol Hiirigazawa," Syaoran answered. Sakura nodded in understanding. "Come on, let's head up."

They walked into the building and headed up to the fifth floor. Syaoran lead them over to a certain door and took out a key. He unlocked the door and let Sakura enter first. When she walked in side, she looked around. She saw the bookshelf at the back of the room and knew that those were all Syaoran's, she noticed that dishes were piled up in the sink, it was a man's apartment so of course they wouldn't do dishes that often, she also noticed there was a huge DVD collection. "Eriol's a work so we have the place to ourselves until he gets off."

"Nice DVD collection," was the first thing Sakura said after she nodded her head to show she heard what he said about his roommate.

"Yeah Eriol likes to watch DVDs…his favourite is Breakfast at Tiffany's," he answered dryly.

"Ah the classic Audrey Hepburn," Sakura nodded.

"Yup," Syaoran walked over to the couch and pulled the book out of his back pocket that had gotten a little bent from when he forgot to take it out at lunch and tossed it on the coffee table sighing as he sat down.

Sakura walked over to the couch and sat beside him, "What book is that?" she pointed to the book he had just tossed on the coffee table.

Syaoran leaned forward to pick it up and held it out for her to see, "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair."

"You mean the one by Pablo Neruda?" Sakura asked in awe as she gently took it from his hands and started examining every inch of the book.

"The one and only," Syaoran replied leaning back on the couch and placing his feet on the coffee table.

"Neruda's my favourite poet," Sakura stated.

"I know," Syaoran nodded. "He's mine too."

"This is my favourite book of poetry," she continued.

"I know," Syaoran nodded again. "You told me when we were together."

"Could you read me a poem from it?" she asked with hope in her voice.

Syaoran took the book from her, "Which one?"

"The Morning is Full," Sakura answered.

Syaoran flipped to the page where the poem she wanted him to read was and took a deep breath as he began to read. (A/n I just have to say that I don't own this poem, it belongs to the great and talented Pablo Neruda) "The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands."

Sakura closed her eyes as she listened to his deep voice read the poem. She loved listening to him read, especially when he was reading her poetry.

"The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs." Syaoran continued to read.

Sakura remembered that Syaoran was the one who introduced her to Pablo Neruda and his poetry. Ever since he had introduced him to her she could never get enough of his poems, especially the ones in this particular book. In her opinion these were the most beautiful love poems in history. No poet could ever write a poem to compare to them.

"Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds. Wind that topples her in a wave without spray and substance without weight, and leaning fires."

As he was nearing the end of the poem Sakura decided to finish off with him. She knew all the lines to this poem so she and Syaoran finished it off together.

"Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks, assailed in the door of the summer's wind."

They looked into each other's eyes as they finished together. They were quiet as they continued to stare. Syaoran continued to stare into her eyes as he closed the book and tossed it onto the coffee table without looking. They started to lean in closer to each other until their lips meant.

They started to kiss each other passionately on the couch as one of Sakura's hands was on his shoulder and the other was placed on his neck while Syaoran's were on her waist. They eventually pulled away for air and Syaoran pushed her over and climbed on top of her and started kissing her neck. Sakura started to moan as he placed kisses all over. He eventually got back to her mouth kissing her again. When they pulled away again Sakura said with her voice breathless.

"Maybe I am like Dominique."

TBC

A/n so here's the eighth chapter of the story. I hope you all liked it because there is more SxS action here at the end. Anyways, I just realized this is the first chapter that I never changed the scene….whoa freaky. Anyways remember to read and review! Ciao