Author: Shinsei Kokoro
Beta: AmaiTai (Amai-chan works too)
Chapter: 6: Puddles
Updated: 13th June 2004
Sakura Kinomoto P.O.VI was staring at the ceiling again. It had seemed to become one of those usual chores for me. You know what I mean right?
Counting the number of wrinkles in the wallpaper next to my bed was the second. I know…I'm finally welcoming insanity. Yeah yeah. It was the usual.
I rolled onto my stomach and tried suffocating myself with my pillow.
Nope, I decided. Not good. Because in an instant I came gushing straight for air, panting heavily.
I groaned. Seriously. Oh god. I seriously had to come up with better ways to kill myself. Not only was I closing the gates of my insane life, but I was also getting lame.
I mean c'mon. I can't even come up with ways to kill myself!
I've been lying here in bed since god knows when. Grunting, I gave a quick glance at my alarm, and swiftly pulled the covers over my face.
12.30.
Oops.
Past my bedtime.
But my eyes didn't feel a bit heavy, and I was left wondering about the happenings of today.
Eriol's confession.
Tomoyo's love predicaments.
Kero's taste buds for my best shoes.
And I can't forget…my weird talk with Syaoran Li. Yup. He chewed me up today. Not in the way my dog would…but literally. Chew. Chew. And then spit.
I mean, who the hell cares for those stupid rules! They were corny and stupid, but the hardest part to believe was that people actually followed them. They actually worshipped the damn bullet-proof words. Especially when it came to the 'outcasts' and the 'normal' students. It almost sounded like the old era slave world.
As in, doesn't any one of these 'normal' people take drugs?
Don't they get into bloody fights and get detention for breaking properties?
Don't they pierce their body?
Don't they swear around, and walk like gangsters?
Don't they?
I grunted and then plopped my head hard onto my pillow. This was dumb. Stupid. And really pissing me off. Because all I could think was of Syaoran's words. We were different? Like hell we were.
He was an outcast. And me? A normal person. Not that I would ever regard myself as one, since I'm so not anywhere near normal. But was that why he was saying a big 'no' for us being together? Was the feeling mutual? Did he even have the teeniest of likes for me, and was bummed because there would be no way we could end up together?
I gave my eyes a tight squeeze.
Think blank girl. He's a player for god's sake!
I scrambled over the sheets and felt for the crucifix hanging around my neck.
God. Help me dammit.
I seriously, deeply, freakin' like him.
And yet, I couldn't get him.
I went still for a few seconds, then pinched myself hard. There I just confessed to you, god. Now if there's anyone, who hates me up there, butt off and mind your own love life.
Okies Sakura. You really need to talk to that psychiatrist Touya had been talking about the other day, or you'll really end up in one of those asylums like grandma.
Jeez.
I was finally seeing the similarities between my matrimonial sides.
I turned to my side, and pushed the large pendant into my tank top.
And then there was always Eriol-the woodpecker. No matter how many times he pecked at the wood, he was useless. Speaking of which, he needed to exchange beaks with ducks.
Smooth and blunt.
Mom had called today. She sounded all excited at first inviting me to her new house, but that had just got me ticked off.
"We're having a family dinner today." "Sorry, but can't make it"—had been my excuse.
Then she'd always had to cut me off, "But surely you can miss it for me. Can't—,"
"No can do. It's against house rules."
"But sweetie—,"
I caught a quick flash of dad popping his head out of the kitchen in my bunny apron and spatula in hand, and cleared my throat, "It's family rules."
I think I stressed a bit too much on the word family because she continued on in a hurt voice, "What about tomorrow honey?"
"I have a funeral to go to." Presumably Eriol's.
"Um…Friday?"
"I have a party." Really. Rika's.
"Saturday?"
"Volunteer work at the church the whole afternoon."
"I never knew you worked at the church."
I frowned a little, "People change. But you wouldn't know anything would you?"
Ouchies…
"Sakura. I do not think that was a very nice thing to say. Whatever it may be, I am still your mother. And you need to watch that tongue when you're speaking to a parent," Her sharp voice suddenly crammed.
I guess I keep saying the wrong stuff…so I just had to hang up on her…but you could probably say that I 'accidentally' dropped it, since dad eventually came strolling in smelling my fumes.
"Who was that?"
I didn't look at him, "A guy."
I thought I saw him smile, "Anyone in particular?"
"No. Just someone random trying to get me on a date."
"Oh okay. Is he from a good family?"
"Dad! He's a random guy. As in a weirdo. As in a desperate."
"What's his name then?"
I paled at his 'sincerity', "God, dad. How am I supposed to know!? He's random alright!?" So, I shouldn't have snapped.
He made a face, "Alright." Then perked up, "But what was the funeral thing about? I didn't know someone was dead."
I plopped onto the couch behind me and threw my head back groaning all the while.
That was my dad for you. Inquisitive and a pain.
So here I am, in my bed trying to get every thought out of my head.
Maybe I felt a little bad for shoving all sorts of beautiful lies in my mom's face, but I didn't really have the energy to even care about that.
I wish she 'settled' down in some other continent with her snob of a husband…or some other world even. Lack of communication could always be an excuse.
I held my arm out in front of me and whacked it a little. Damn arm. Had to become numb, when 'he' had grabbed me there.
I gave my head another thud.
Damn that Syaoran Li for having such a violent effect on me.
I wish I had those powers to damn people to hell. That'd be great.
At that thought, I quickly clutched my crucifix, "Sorry God. Sorry. Heaven. Think of heaven. Forget about people with red horns and twitching arrow-like tails. Think heaven."
I silently grinned as my heated mind cooled.
Really. I wasn't religious. But I reckon it's better to follow something that you're gonna get paid back for. As far as I can remember, my primary teacher had once told me that people, who helped out at churches, always got direct tickets to visit heaven and get free lollipops as souvenirs from all the angels.
Not bad eh?
I gave a little whine, as my empty stomach groaned on its own.
Yup. That's what I get for skipping dinner. And there was no way I'd get my butt downstairs to make myself a sandwich in the middle of the night.
I was lazed and tired, and plus I would have an advantage when I'd be blaming all this on Touya for not ordering that pizza he'd promised me.
Stupid older brothers who work night shifts.
And since dad was busy writing up some documents at his university, here I am stuck at home, thinking about my pitiful life.
Dear me. Go online tomorrow. And bid for a better life! Love, your screwed up mind.
I dug myself deeper in my sheets.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to dream of chicken pizzas, which suddenly morphed into chickens with earrings.
Hmm…maybe that was because my last thought was of Syaoran's ears. Come to think of it, this would be my first crush, who had an ear piercing.
I grinned against my pillow.
Oh yeah. I have some serious issues.
Syaoran Li P.O.VI'd left Minas lying on the couch. The moment I reached for my phone, I could almost hear her sulk.
"Hello?"
"Where the fuck is Minas, you asshole?!" The person on the other line suddenly barked. "If you've done anything to her, I'll…"
Yeah, this is when I hold the phone away, and pour some water through the little holes.
"Your brother." I mutter nonchalantly shoving it at her face.
She gave me a roll with her eyes, and then went on a deep conversation with her brother.
Dumb shit.
Dang. This has gotta be the fourth time I had a face-off with the wild goose's brother. And man was he a stung ass.
I pushed myself up on the carpet, grabbing my over shirt at the same time.
Time. That was what I needed.
Craning my neck at the little clock that sat on the TV, I groaned.
This was just sweet.
1.30 in the morning and Meiling still hasn't gotten her fat ass out of her room to kick this girl out. Was she still fussing over Yamazaki?
I glanced at Minas as she continued to ramble into the receiver. She was a girl who made lots of gestures when speaking.
I grabbed the beer can on the nearby, messy table and finished off the last drops, just in time to hear her last sentence.
"And stop calling alright?! I'm not a baby anymore!"
Man. At least she had someone to baby her around.
She gave me a sudden, fall-out kiss, as she dropped the phone behind the couch.
"Sorry about that. Big brother problems. Where was I? Oh yeah. Let me cure the pain for you," without waiting for an answer her lips kissed mine as she grabbed the front of my shirt.
And that was when I got them.
The flashes.
Of that Sakura's face.
Looking all glam' and angry. Enough to cause me more pain.
I don't know why, but I ended up pushing her off. Sending her sprawled on the couch in seconds.
"What?!" She fumed, her surprise giving her away.
I stood up, "We were finishing up. I need to get some sleep. I'm done for tonight."
Her expression changed and she swayed flirtatiously all the while, "Is that an invitation?"
I raised a brow. Didn't she get the hint?
But being gentle as I always was, I pulled off my beanie, and glanced side-ways at her, "It's departure time Minas. My head fucking hurts and I've had enough for today"
I think she got the point then. Because from the corner of my eyes I could see her picking up her little handbag, and fumbling into her heels.
"Fine." she glared at me, "You had the time of your life sucking up to some girl while you beat up some guys. But I was waiting here for you!"
I stayed where I was, and watched her stalk towards the door, "Sure you were."
She left with that.
And I was left staring at the door. Just thinking of what the hell I had just done.
I dove onto the couch, rubbing my bandaged neck.
Covering my head with a jacket, I continued wondering.
What the hell had I just done?
Sakura Kinomoto P.O.VI don't know why, but all I could last remember was a chicken trying to kiss me in the boys' bathroom. So I had to spend the rest of the morning thinking about what Eriol had in common with chickens.
By this time I dragged a tired Touya to drop me off at school, I was blank.
"Couldn't you just drive?" He growled as I got out of the car.
Grinning at him, I patted his head through the window, "Stop drooling on the steering wheel Touya. I think it's had enough of it."
He just blinked, and then swore, while I went on my way to the lockers.
"Hey. You're still coming to the party right?!" Rika had suddenly bounced next to me, with Tomoyo by her side.
"Oh yeah. Sure." I turned around the corner, still giving it my best to hold all of my books.
"Be sure to were something hip. 'Cause there are gonna be lots of guys, girl!"
The two girls hi-fived behind me, as I trudged towards my locker.
"Cool." I managed to mutter.
"Most of them are probably gonna be from my old school. Man, our school sure don't got no good guys."
I was about to mutter an "I do" but Tomoyo beat me to it.
I gave her a little stare, and then continued to pick at my locker. Would it best if I just left out the little moment Eriol and I had yesterday? Or should I be the friend and fill her in?
I shook my head. Keep off the danger zone, Sakura. Eriol was a chicken last night, remember?
Quickly, I whirled around as I heard Tomoyo let out a squeal. Instead of finding her getting attacked by chickens in their military uniforms, I had to take in the sight of her getting slammed against the locker beside me by a guy, who immediately performed a frenchie on her.
I think I just stood there staring like an idiot, because the moment I returned back to Earth, he was smiling at me. Those damn eyes.
"Hey. You looked a bit surprised."
You have no idea.
Instead I gave him a hesitant look, and then I carefully turned to Rika, my eyes still not leaving his.
"Eh?"
"They eloped last night." I heard her mutter, leaning against the wall.
And I guess that was what really bought me back to the 'real' world.
"Excuse me?" I sounded confused to myself.
Tomoyo gave one of her laughs, as the guy beside her slid an arm around her.
"We're going out!" She squealed once again as if stating the obvious.
I looked at their entwined hands.
Of course it was obvious.
But…
I stared at him…and he wouldn't stop smirking.
Suddenly, it hit me. All too hard.
The asshole! I clenched.
Tomoyo was probably expecting some kind of congratulation because her face lit up like birthday candles, and the moment I looked at her, I couldn't help but mumble back like Rika had, "Go girl."
I think it came out lame because the shine in her eyes dimmed a little bit.
But they soared up high again, as the grip on her hand tightened.
And as always the school bell came to the rescue.
The eyes I was staring at blinked repeatedly and he was giving me that smile again.
"Gotta go and catch up with Van. Said he…needed some help." That was all I heard from him. I didn't even get a chance to respond, when Tomoyo agreed to go along with him, because my eyes were all on him.
Those blue eyes.
"Sakura?" Rika suddenly tapped my shoulder, as I continued to watch the couple stray off into the disappearing crowd.
"What the hell's wrong with you, girl? You looked so shocked. I guess it was, but that was creepy, man!"
I looked at her silently, then back at the two figures.
"He…really asked her out?" I found myself mumbling again.
Rika didn't answer. Instead she gave me that weird look, "Did you finished up that vodka I gave you last night or something? Your brain's not really processing everything."
I gave a shake, "No. But…"
"Jeez!" she finally threw her hands up in the air, "He asked her out! What's wrong with you? You're spaced out!"
I think I was, because I didn't even wave back when she said bye to me.
I'm a fool. I really am. This is something I figured today.
Because I never thought someone like him could do something like that. Someone like Eriol.
I saw it in his smirking blue eyes. He was paying me back. For what I did to him yesterday. For ignoring his confession.
I saw it on his face. In his eyes. He was only playing with her. With my friend. So he could…get back at me.
"Oh shit!" I punched a fist at the locker beside me, and slapped it again as the books I was holding fell.
The noise echoed.
"Tell me you're not jealous."
I immediately whirled around at the voice, and I think I slapped my dream boy with my flying hair.
"What?"
Okay, so my brains were dealing with some issues. But it froze as I was left staring at a face I have come to worship.
He was looking down at me. But my attention was just strong enough to stare into his eyes. I was a desperate girl after all.
"Quit staring." He snapped as he turned towards his open locker, and broke my reverie.
"I…wasn't." I tore my gaze away from him, and suddenly noticed my dropped books.
Quickly kneeling down and picking each of them up, I pushed down my embarrassment, and stuffed each of the hardbound into my locker.
"What the fuck were you doing anyways?" I heard his deep voice stumble into my ears.
I glanced at him for a while. Wait a second…
Was he trying to start a conversation?
And that was when I caught sight of a nasty bruise on his neck.
I gave a little point, "What is that…?"
Maybe it was something I shouldn't have asked because he was instantly fixing his collar, "None of your business, bitch."
I frowned a little. Here I was thinking that he was becoming a bit civil towards me. Jesus. So much for that thought.
"Alright." I bit my lip, flinging the door shut, and finding it locked for the first time. I looked around a little. Just as I suspected. No one. I gave a little scoff. Like there'd ever be a day Syaoran Li would talk to me in public.
"So, did he dump you 'cause you weren't good enough?" he was shutting his locker.
"What? What are you talking about?" I tried looking confused.
"Bitched." he murmured as he stalked off.
But I wasn't letting him get away like that. "How many times do I have to tell you? I never went out with Eriol. And he never…bitched me." I scowled head-on, then added, "What ever that means."
He turned around for a second, letting me have a good look at his lean figure, "Oh yeah. I forgot. You like me, eh?"
Okay. Sarcasm was always my weak point because in a few seconds, I was running after him, wanting to claw his back
"Actually I don't. You've been getting the wrong vibes. I thought I told you that too."
"You don't lie good, girl. Go get some training." he started walking again, and I was right beside him, matching his pace.
"I've had enough training, alright. And get this into your head. I wasn't going out with the asshole." I think the identification came out a bit wrong, because at the moment I was still pissed off.
"Look. Why don't you just fake the drama-queen, and go shed some tears, aye?"
I kept my eyes off the bruise, "You're crazy."
"Quit following me then." he snapped back.
"In case you haven't noticed, we're in the same History class."
"You think I give a fuck?"
I slit my eyes, "You know, I don't really care if you do. Because what you do for a hobby is none of my business."
I think I imagined him smirk a little, "True. None of your fucking business."
I looked away from him, "Do you mind not swearing for a few seconds?"
"Why? Does it hurt your fucking ears?" his voice dropped a little, and I had to keep up with my adrenaline.
"Actually," I growled, "It does. Sometimes censored vocabulary makes me wanna throw up."
He gave me a peculiar look as I pushed down the many comebacks I wanted to shove into his face, "Whatever" he turned to his side, so I could get a cleaner look at his neck.
The gash was pretty wide and stung, and if I wasn't getting far-sighted I could've sworn there was still some of the blood lingering on the caked skin.
Shuddering quietly to myself, I sighed as we reached the hallway to History.
Tugging at my sleeve in nervousness, I glanced over my shoulders.
What would happen, if someone were to come out of one of the classes and see us together like this? I gulped.
Would Syaoran be kicked around the same way when that Mika girl had spread rumors about him harassing her?
And it was weird in a way. I mean there we were yesterday fighting on the backfield, and here we were walking to History together. Weird.
I gave myself a grand pat.
Way to go, girl. You're faster than anyone gave you credit for. I grinned to myself.
I reached out towards the door first, and didn't hear him hesitate. Opening the door, the sudden buzz that I'd been hearing automatically quieted down at my presence.
Mrs. Watanabi looked at me in a second, "Miss Kinomoto. I'm not sure if you're aware of this. But the bell rang quite a few minutes back. Do you mind explaining?"
My bubbling grin faltered and I had just noticed the whole class staring. I froze a little.
Uh oh.
I don't really think it was normal for a girl like me to be walking into class with a guy they performed targets on.
I turned around slowly, away from Mrs Watanabi's wavering glare, and to face the figure standing behind.
I think he'd turned into the invisible mode, because as hard as I squinted, I couldn't see him.
I growled in my throat.
"Just great." I whimpered as I looked back at Mrs. Watanabi's killer glare.
"Well. You see…"
Syaoran Li P.O.VSo I had to beat it. Not really my fault. 'Cause if I were to go into that room with her. She could say goodbye to her reputation, and I'd have to get another sore bruise somewhere around.
And I'm sure no one would really miss me until half of the lesson was over. Because your typical thrilling action for one night was enough for me.
Last night was a blast.
Yamazaki had tailed though. Even with all the whimpering, I knew he wasn't the type to miss some good action.
The Courts was blazing. Some sort of booze party, and we'd knocked right into it. Didn't leave anything standing either.
Seven of us, beating up a group of your typical gangsters taking shelter in alleys. It had been months since I ever had a gang fight like that.
I had taken back my four hundred bucks along the way. I mean, sure I throw money around, but I also run around to go catch 'em. And with money like that, man you could buy some good sniffs.
I have been caught off guard though. Because while I was downing a few beers and cheering on Yamazaki who was beating some guy to a nice n' ripe berry, some son of an ass had decided it'd be a toast to bring down a bottle of Bacardi down my neck.
I fell straight to the floor at that.
One more bottle.
And I could feel the pain.
Another.
And I knew it was bleeding.
Third.
I think I could hear my brain cells vibrate.
The fourth.
I was really pissed.
So in the end, my attacker ended up lying unconscious next to the standing bar.
I had to stumble back and squint a little to get a clear image of his face. I gave him a lil' peace treaty.
After that, I had enough.
It was just 9:30, and for some reason I was looking forward to spending the night with Minas. Not spending my cozy night behind bars. So we scrambled.
But somehow that night with her didn't end the way I wanted it too.
"Oh fuck it…" I grumbled.
And then there were footsteps. Running ones. I didn't have the time to turn around and block the hands shoving at me.
Before I knew it, my face was slammed against the lockers with hands suddenly binding my wrists.
I was struggling. But they stopped with the swear words as soon as a locked barrel was chucked against my temple.
Suddenly the locker leaning against my forehead felt too cold.
"Syaoran Li. You're under arrest. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in court. So if you know what's best, I suggest you just buckle it all up, boy. You're in for a wild ride."
I think it was all a bit too sudden because I was wrenched away, facing five uniformed men. And within them were the Principal and Deputy.
I think I was the only one with the aghast expression, and before I knew it, they were dragging me away. Ignoring the swears that suddenly erupted out of my mouth, and the fights I put them up to.
"Fucking hell! Let me go!! I haven't done nothing!!" That was all I could hear myself scream and yell.
Yeah. That was until I had been driven to the same ol' police station.
I had been masked.
Some bitch had flocked out everything about me. Giving all of us away. The next thing I knew, I was shoved into dark corners, sprawled onto the floor.
"Fuck you!" I screamed a thank you, after making the suddenly collide with the wall.
I couldn't remember much after that.
I could see Yamazaki and a few other guys against the walls on my other side. They were just staring.
I leaned against the cold wall, and gave my head a good hit.
Dammit!
I was back to my hellhole.
Sakura Kinomto P.O.VIt was party day today. But I think something was wrong, because the moment I ran to my locker and until the moment I hurried into Chemistry, missing homeroom, obviously tardy, everyone was just busy.
I just caught a few words.
Something about the police and drugs.
Not really catching any of the words, I decided Chemistry was more important. I'm not talking about the fact that I was actually nervous since Eriol had been avoiding me. The fact is I didn't want to miss out any of the gossip.
Seriously.
I wasn't surprised when Eriol had waltzed in slipping next to a red-head, chatting with her warmly.
I don't think Van was cozy next to me because he didn't notice the glares I gave him. And since he was just right in front of me, I thought now would be an excellent time to burn a whole in his head.
"What's got him changing beds?" Van was muttering into my ears, a finger pointing at Eriol.
I gave him a double glance at the choice of his words then understood what I meant as the girl next to kept chatting away while inching towards him.
I looked away.
"Don't care." I mumbled darkly, the moment suddenly turned around to taunt me.
I just built up a conversation with Van, and I think it worked, because he himself continued his slash-talk with the redhead.
And I think, all the while Van was getting the wrong idea, because his face was suddenly in front of mine, and I suddenly noticed how close we were sitting.
Damn this science lab for having benches!
I turned to my other side, and found some girl giving me the evil look.
Okies. I was having problems facing people.
In the end, I found myself looking down at my Chemistry book. At least it didn't rot away from me.
But after a few minutes, the teacher was suddenly leaving the room to grab a few supplies, and in a few seconds the class was in talk-mode again.
I didn't see Eriol turning back to face me, but I did feel his fingers brushing past mine making it look like an accident.
I wrenched them away, and nestled it in my lap, glaring at him still.
He didn't take notice.
"Did you know he's back in Hawaii?"
I squinted, "What?"
He gave me a little smug look, "Syaoran Li, Sakura. He's back home."
And I think that was when I choked on my own breath, "Ex-excuse me?"
Miss Hot-Pants beside him decided to fill me in while a playing with her hair, and a sweet smile to Eriol, "The freak is back where he belongs. Or didn't you hear?"
I was suddenly very confused, and I gave Van, a quick uncertain looked, but he wasn't a bit fazed.
"W-who?"
The girl gave an exasperated look, "Syaoran Li, dumbass. He's in jail. Girl, you need to get your brain listed."
I don't think I really heard what she said next because I was frozen. Shocked to be exact. Scratch that. I was dumbfounded. As in my dumbness finally replaced my terror.
All I could think were of the two words.
Syaoran…and jail.
Syaoran and jail.
This would mean that Syaoran was in jail. This would mean that he did something to be in jail. This would mean that he was lying at this exact moment with a bunch of killers. This meant—
"Hey." Van was suddenly rubbing at my palms. I don't think I wrenched away, and I don't think I noticed the glare Eriol sent him, because I was stuttering.
"H-how d-do you kn-know?" I smacked my hands to the table.
The three of them were suddenly looking at me weird. Especially Eriol. Who I noticed was scowling out in the open.
"Hot news spread. How else? The police arrested him and some of the other assholes at school yesterday afternoon. They apparently assaulted some dudes from Houshi Boys High. I heard they were fighting over dope. Man, hope they never get out. Our school already has the skidder's reputation." The girl replied my unasked question, flipping her hair.
And I think if Van hadn't rubbed my hand again, I would've been strangling her in seconds.
"What are you so surprised over?" Eriol was peering at me out of nowhere, "It's not like it's their first."
"Yeah." Van added, "The bastard's like a regular customer."
The two guys burst out in a similar grin, and I was left stuttering, trying to come up with an excuse, "It's…nothing. Just surprised. Things like this…never happened at my school."
The girl turned away, "This is not your city life, booze. It gets dirty up here if you didn't know."
I was still pale. And I was finally pulling out of Van's grasp. I didn't look at Eriol as I slipped off my seat.
I had to leave this room. And at that moment, I knew. I had to huddle up some place and shed some tears.
That's what I suddenly felt like doing.
I didn't expect to bump into the teacher while walking out of class. But I gave her the automatic bathroom excuse. And I certainly didn't expect to find myself running towards the bathroom, and dragging myself to the mirrors and stare at my whitewashed face. I splashed a handful of water at my face, and then slapped my hands next to the basin, letting the water on my face drip down slowly down the point of my nose.
He was in jail.
For an assault.
For drugs.
I think I was crying, because I could suddenly feel more water pour down the bridge of my nose, as I looked down at the hole in the basin. My throat tightened.
Could I really be crying?
For some guy who I had a silly crush on just because he was in jail?
Could I?
Syaoran Li P.O.VIt was cold. In some places they make jails sound like houses with beds and blankets. But this place, it was a fucking replica of hell.
I don't think I'm thinking anything right now because I haven't moved an inch. It's probably dark by now, and the department just closed up, but I could still see a few chatting jailers standing guard.
And I was hungry. I hadn't eaten anything they'd thrown at us. 'Cause either they're drugged or just plain stale.
Cheap bastards.
I let my head drop against the metal bars. I could imagine the gossiping at school, and I could certainly imagine my mother looking all shocked and angry.
Now, that wouldn't be a pretty sight.
I knew Meiling would be sleeping on the couch today, the phone in her hand ready to answer. Shiroi would probably be confessing to his mom. He was a wuss.
I could picture Eriol partying, and making toasts. His girlfriend hanging off one arm, and Sakura on the other.
I gave my head an abrupt slam against the wall.
I was going crazy. I swear it was the lack of food or something.
But it was Friday night. And there was bound to be party for them. Somehow when I finally found some sleep, I think I dreamt of her.
Because I was back on my couch with some girl underneath me. I was kissing her. I think it was the same hunger.
Her hands felt soft and gentle against my face. And she kept drawing circles into my hair. I could hear her laugh as I made a dive for another kiss and held her tighter.
"You're crazy." she whispered.
I looked up.
And all I could see were green eyes. With another laugh, she was kissing me.
I moved in my position as reality made another go.
I had to. Dammit, I had to get at least one taste of her. A real one at that. The moment I was out of here.
Sakura Kinomoto P.O.VThe moment I'd stepped into her house, I think I literally went deaf. Rika was already dragging me in, dancing at the same time to the dance party music.
I wasn't really in the mood for anything actually. So I sat myself in the most isolated corner of the house, and gulped down a few drinks.
I ended up rejecting quite a few guys.
Some downright dirty.
Rika had been right on one thing though. They were all pretty hot guys…but their good looks were certainly not the first thing on my mind.
Tomoyo had been a bit surprised when she sat by to accompany me.
"Hey. Are you okay? You look like a dead pan."
I gave her a miserable grin, "Thanks. That's exactly how I feel."
She pulled my arm, "Come on! You haven't even danced. And Van's been waiting for you." She gave me a sly smirk.
"Can't be bothered. My head just hurts." I grabbed at the cushion next to me, and I watched her eyes trail at the many cups of punch in front of me.
"You did know that it's got alcohol in it too right?" she gave an uncertain look.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah."
She shook her head, "You're drunk girl. I think I'll tell Rika that you'll be spending the night here."
I didn't look at her, because I was still on my seventh cup.
"Yeah. Yeah."
I don't know what happened after that, but I could see Van coming towards me. He was swaying a little.
"Drunk?" I asked him.
He didn't answer. Instead he flopped down next to me. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and it all suddenly happened.
He made the first move.
Pulling at the front of my tank top, I was toppling over him, and then we were kissing.
It felt weird. I don't know why. He was pulling off my jacket, and I was pulling him closer.
A few minutes later, I was off the ground. Next, I was on a bed and Van was next to me. We were still kissing. His shirt was off, and then it all changed.
I couldn't feel his lips on mine anymore.
Through my blurry eyes and weak groans, I saw Eriol grabbing at a doubled Van. Rika was suddenly beside me. She looked somewhat worried, but I wasn't in the mood to give a toss. I rolled over onto the other side, and gave out several more groans.
That was when I saw him.
Lying there next to me. I was a little surprised.
I let him slip an arm around me, and pull me closer. Sheets were suddenly thrown over us, and I nuzzled against his warm shirt. My finger trailed on his ears, and tugged at his earring slightly, then smiled.
Now maybe I wouldn't dream of chickens with earrings anymore.
His eyes were watching me. I knew that.
He didn't smile though.
Not even a smirk. And then his lips were on mine.
"Syaoran" I murmured.
He didn't respond. He wouldn't.
I thought I could hear Van and Eriol's voices, but I just tugged myself closer to his body. I thought of when I was at school crying for him. I hugged his wispy body.
"You're crazy" I whispered before finally dragging myself to sleep.
Shinsei Kokoro