A.N. 0.o…second chappie :D Enjoy! By the way, this story is really short, not like a one-shot (well, duh! This is the second chapter), but more like a short story with…3 chapters.
Sweet Sixteen-
By: Morning Lilly
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, CLAMP does.
Chapter 2
"Uggg! This is not working!" a frustrated Syaoran thought, resisting the urge to throw something at the wall.
He was standing in the middle of a shopping district trying to find the perfect gift for Sakura, but failing miserably. How could a gift be as perfect as she was? Nothing could compare to her, nothing. The most expensive jewels didn't even come close. What was he going to do? Her birthday was tomorrow and yet, he hadn't found anything worthy of her yet. Visions of her played in his mind:
Her smile
Her laughter
Her eyes
Her beauty
Her kindness
Her warmth
Everything…
Everything about her was alluring. She was his lifeline, all that he lived for. If anything, anything at all, happened to her, he would never forgive himself. She was his everything, and yet he could not even find a decent gift for her. Scowling to himself, Syoaran continued to walk down the sidewalk in search for the perfect present.
He even went as far as to go to one of the big cities and look there, but he was disappointed. For the past three days, he combed all the shops in town. What was he going to do?
Once in a while, he would enter a shop that showed promise. However, he would leave the shop, dissatisfied. "Nothing there," he would think to himself, "nothing worthy enough for her."
Just as he had given up all hope in finding the perfect present for his angel, the corner of his eye saw something in a shop window that caused him to jerk his head up.
"Perfect"
-At Sakura's house the night before the party-
(A.N. Remember, Tomoyo's staying the night.)
"Ok Sakura-chan! I want you to try this one on!" Tomoyo squealed, holding up yet another outfit for the Card Mistress to try out.
Sakura groaned; another of Tomoyo's creations to try out. Of course they weren't that bad; they were really nice, but it was just that…it had been going on for four hours straight and Sakura was starting to get tired. She never knew that changing back and forth between outfits could be so tiring.
"C'mon Tomoyo, give me a break! Can we at least go and have dinner? I'm hungry!" she whined.
(A.N. actually, I'm kinda feeling hungry too…)
Suddenly, Kero looked up from his game. He had been staring at the screen for two hours straight and only looked up if someone mentioned eating in any way, shape, or form.
"Did someone mention dinner? 'Cuz I'm hungry."
Tomoyo sighed. "Kero," she reprimanded, "you think about your stomach too much. If you don't stop eating, you'll get bigger."
"Ah, don't worry about it. There's plenty of room in this stomach. Besides, I stopped growing ages ago, remember?"
"Not sideways you haven't," Tomoyo muttered, turning back to Sakura, placing pins in certain places on the sundress she was wearing.
"Hey! I heard that!" Kero cried, indignant, "By the way Sakura that looks good on you."
"It does, doesn't it?" Sakura replied, twirling around and admiring the sundress she had on.
The sundress was white and came up to her knees, with ruffled edges. It was sleeveless with sakura flowers embroidered all over it in light pink thread. The dress showed her curves, not too tight, not too loose. Simple, but elegant.
"Good, you like it," said an irritated (and hungry) Kero, "Now can we go get something to eat? Please?"
Tomoyo started rummaging through the really, really, really big duffle bag that she had brought with her. "No! We can't get something to eat yet, Kero. Sakura's not done trying stuff on yet." She turned to Sakura, "I'm glad you like it, but you can't wear that to you party. It's supposed to be semi formal remember? Besides, don't you want to dress up for that certain someone, ne?" Tomoyo winked at her suggestively.
"I-I h-h-have no i-idea what you're talking about," an obviously embarrassed Sakura stuttered, avoiding her best friend's eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Sakura-chan. Keep talking, doesn't mean I'll believe you though," Tomoyo's smile widened at her friends obvious embarrassment, "Let's just make you look nice, shall we? I can't wait for tomorrow! It's going to be soooooooooo KAWAII!"
Sakura smiled slightly, a slight bush still on her cheeks. That was Tomoyo for you, always excited about everything…maybe a bit too excited…
After a couple more minutes of rummaging around in her duffle bag, Tomoyo produced the perfect outfit.
"It's beautiful Tomoyo!" squealed an ecstatic Sakura. She twirled around in front of the full length mirror, causing the dress to rise and fall gracefully, like a flower petal floating from a tree.
The dress was pink with cherry blossom deigns on it in glitter. It came up to her knees and flared out. The bead-embroidered spaghetti straps crisscrossed on her back. The dress was made of a light and airy material, satin. On top of the satin was a sheer fabric, giving the dress an angelic look.
When Sakura finally looked up from admiring the dress, she found Tomoyo rolling her camcorder, video taping her, stars in her eyes. Sakura sweatdropped.
"Um…Tomoyo…don't you think that's going a little too far?" She warily stared into the camcorder lens.
"What are you talking about Sakura-chan? I have to videotape this; it's a once in a lifetime opportunity! Twirl around again, it makes the edges float!"
Kero, finally fed up with everything going on, blew up. "ALL RIGHT! That's it! I want food NOW! If you don't go, I'll blast the whole house into bits! Then you won't be having a party at all!"
Tomoyo frowned at the fuming guardian, punching the wall. "Hey, you're ruining the moment here. Besides, if you blow up the house, how are you going to get your food, huh?"
Kero paused in mid-punch and smiled sheepishly. "Heheheh…never thought of that…," he suddenly decided to change tactics. "Oh lovely Tomoyo-sama, beautiful Sakura-sama, won't you please go downstairs and bring up some food for poor, little old me? I would be eternally grateful and forever in your debt."
Sakura begrudgingly nodded her head while Tomoyo mumbled, "Well…when you put it that way…"
Kero beamed and practically shoved the girls out of the room once Sakura was done changing back into her normal clothes. "Great! Now it you gals could hurry back up with the wonderful food that would be wonderful! Bye! Make it snappy!"
Dazed, Sakura and Tomoyo stared at each other and then burst out laughing. The two glided down the staircase. All around them were decorations for Sakura's birthday. Streamers were everywhere, balloons floated in the air, the living room was clear of everything except a table at the edge of the room.
The kitchen however, was no different. Sakura's father and brother were sitting at the table eating their dinner. Fujitaka looked up as his daughter walked in.
"Hi honey, Tomoyo, you two hungry?"
Sakura flopped down into a chair. "Starving, but we have to take something upstairs to Kero or he'll go mad and blow up the house. Can we eat upstairs?"
"May as well. Bring down the bowls when you're done," Mr. Kinomoto handed three bowls to her daughter and her friend.
He turned to Touya who was at the table. "Our little angel's growing up isn't she?"
Touya nodded, somewhat sadly. The kaijuu was gone, and in her place was a beautiful young woman.
Tomorrow was her sixteenth birthday.
Tomoyo and Sakura stopped in the middle of the living room, food in hand.
"Look Sakura-chan, don't the decorations look great? I can't wait for tomorrow! This is going to be the best party ever! Can't wait to see what other people are getting you for a present"
Sakura giggled at her friend. "Neither can I…"
"I wonder…," the soon-to-be-sixteen-year-old thought as an image of an amber eyed boy popped into her head,"…Syaoran…"
A.N. Yay! I finished! Please R+R!
