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Distraction
Sakura stared down at the black fabric of Syaoran's shirt and continued weaving the needle in and out. A large tear had taken out most of the front, and now she and everyone were sitting around a temporary camp, planning itinerary until they could reach the next village.
This, of course, left their Little Puppy without a shirt, and though he was mostly fine with it, Sakura was finding out that his traveling all over and fighting monsters and whatnot made for quite a decent view underneath…
There were so many…muscles…No! Have to get back to work…Syaoran-kun's counting on having this sewn up soon…
She stared back down at her work with fierce determination and a slight pink tinge across her cheeks. Snippets of the others' conversation reached her ears as she threaded.
"So it would most likely be in this northern village then…"
Sakura's thoughts wandered. Looking at the full size of the shirt, she silently marveled. She never realized how tall Syaoran-kun was…
"Hai, though it couldn't ask to ask around once more…"
Okay, one side finished…how did Tomoyo-chan say to start this hem…?
"Right, Akio-san said someone knew of that legend there, but didn't it originate in the village we just left?" That was Syaoran-kun speaking…maybe just a little peek this time?
Sakura rose her head sneakily to look and the pink tinge returned.
He was so…tan.
A nudge brought her back to reality and Fai looked over at her with an amused expression.
She blushed. Fai-san must have seen. She mustn't get so distracted!!
Sakura threaded with fierceness to finish the job once again. Maybe if she thought of something else…like trees…the sun…the ocean…going swimming!
…with Syaoran. He was looking quite handsome in her daydream…like now.
Fai almost nudged her again, but a very flushed Syaoran had finally caught on and he decided against it.
Sakura didn't notice a bemused silence fall over the group as she threaded absentmindedly, or that Kurogane and Fai had left to pitch the rest of the camp.
Suddenly, she felt a hand tilting her head up and she found herself looking closely at Syaoran.
The first thought that came before her brain overloaded was that she didn't think she would ever turn any more red in her entire life. And then she found herself being kissed.
It was a warm feeling, it was a soft feeling, and it was over far too soon, she decided.
"Is my shirt finished?" he asked, a tinge of humor in his expression.
"…y-yes." she managed, before he took it from her and left her to put her melted brain back together.
He was just far too cruel.
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