PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER!!!! IM EVIIILLL!! School is long, I've got 2 1/2 hrs. of gymnastics two days a week, and I have a social life! IT'S TOO MUCH! NO! NO! DON'T TAKE ME TO THE LOONY FARM! I DON'T BELONG! HEHEHEHEHEHE YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ON MY SUPER-SPEEDY BROOMSTICK! FLY, MY PRETTY, FLYYYY!!!! AHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
Don't Pull the Trigger
Chapter 11
Sakura froze. It was...
"Tomoyo... this isn't what it looks like..."
"OH YES IT ISSS!" Tomoyo screamed as she pulled out her handy-dandy video camera and lined up with all the other dead-love-lifed seamstresses. Sakura sweat-dropped. As she attampted to get up(reluctantly), Syaoran pulled her back down.
"You aren't going anywhere,Sakura."
"But Syaoran, they're staring at us!"
"Even more the reason to kiss you, angel."
Sakura sighed. "How many other girls' mouths have your lips touched?" she whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"I...I can't count," Syaoran shamefully admitted.
"Then I won't kiss you." And with that, Sakura got up and strode into the nearest dressing room.
Syaoran sighed and stood up as well. He looked at the seamstresses, who were looking at him. He sighed.
"Stop staring at me and give me my clothes!" he screamed.
Sakura was blushing madly in her cramped dressing room. They took her clothes outside, and sure as heck she wasn't walking out there again. What a mess I've gotten myself into.
"Sakura-chan, do you need your clothes?"
Aw, Tomoyo, you rock!
"Yesss, Tomoyo! Thank you!" Sakura opened the dressing room to reveal a happy-
NOT the person I'm looking for.
"What, Syaoran?" Sakura addressed Syaoran monotonedly(that's a word as of... now).
"Aw, honey bun, I just came to give ya some clothes!"
"Number one: I'm not a danish. Number two: those are YOUR clothes."
"Well, maybe we can share."
"Ew."
"Not 'ew', it's called 'fun'!"
"Well then I don't want 'fun.'"
"Yes." Syaoran stepped into the dressing room and closed the door.
"You." He grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
"Do." And he did it.
He, after her incessant refusal...
Kissed her.
Idiot.
But heck, she kissed back. That's not his fault.
YAY SAKURA! CAVE INTO HIS LOVE!
Good Sakura, good Sakura...
Bad Sakura, bad Sakura, no takey off Syaoran's shirt...
BAD SYAORAN! THAT ZIPPER IS THERE FOR A REASON!
"Oh, Tomoyo, we're soo glad you're here!" Meio Wan squealed.
"Soo glad!"
"Truly!"
"Indeed!"
"Like O.M.G! We like should make Sakura-chan and Syaoran-kun matching clothes!"
All the girls squealed and hurridely began sketching, pulling out cloth, and comparing their measurements.
Sakura from Naruto's POV(a while ago I was asked if Sakura would be in this, and here she is!)
I walked up to the exotic mansion in the middle of shabbiness and smiled. This was my passion, destiny, hope, dreams.
I opened the large double doors and stepped into the ballroom-sized sewing room, where seamstresses were bustling around with cloth and personally-designed patterns. I was in Heaven.
"Oh lookie, a new girl!" they squealed. I squealed and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Uchiha Sakura."
so sorry for the late update, and no I'm not in the loony farm. Just have some idiotic homework.