Author's Note: Hello all! Once again, here I am! Chapter 6... I didn't really get a lot of ideas after the fighting part... I hope it satisfies all of my reader's cravings! In between school and everything, I always try as hard as I can to get the chapters up! I think that Chapter 7 will be up by around Friday at the latest! Enjoy! Please Read and Review! I have 20 already! I'm SO happy! Enjoy the story! -

Chapter 6

Valentine's Trauma

"Breathe, breathe…." Yuki Sohma muttered to himself as he got out of the limousine and climbed up the stairs to Sakura's house.

"Ding-dong!" the doorbell rang cheerfully and Sakura opened it with a great big smile pasted on her face. She looked wonderful.

Yuki stared in awe as he looked at her. She was wearing a deep red gown that reached down to the ground and touched all around. It was strapless and she was wearing long white gloves that reached up to her elbows. Her shoes were two points of high heels that peeped out beneath her skirts. Her hair was curled and loosely pulled back with a few sparkling pins that just added to her aura.

"Do I look okay?" she timidly asked with the first sign of innocence that Yuki had seen of her during the time that she had known her.

"You looked beautiful, Princess," he breathed.

"Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself, Prince Charming," she mischievously raised a eyebrow and tilted her head to look at him from a different angle.

"Shall we get going?" he bowed and gestured towards the sleek black limousine.

Her eyes widened and sparkled with glee. "Of course," she picked up her skirt with one hand and handed one to Yuki who took it and led her down the steps. When they got to the car, he opened the door for her and helped her in.

"Wow. I'm being pampered like a true Princess," she grinned.

"That is what you are tonight," he softly whispered in her ear.

His breath sent a tingling sensation down her spine. Sakura blushed for some reason and inched slightly away from him.

"I can't get attracted to him! I can't! I didn't come here to fall in love!" she scolded herself fiercely inside her head.

When they got to the entrance of the school, it was quite a sight. The front had been decorated with signs and tinsel and everything so that it was hardly recognizable. A red carpet that had been laid down across the steps leading up to the entrance doors coated the ground.

Yuki helped her out of the car and offered her his arm, which she accepted with a moment's hesitation. "This is nothing big. I'm just going to have fun tonight and forget who I really am!" she thought silently to herself.

When she saw the Fan club girls, she knew that she was envied by all of them. The looks on their faces were indescribable. They were glowering at her like a pack of wolves. She smiled at them innocently and walked on with Yuki to the middle of the dance floor. There, Yuki hesitated for a moment, and Sakura took the chance to put her arms around his neck, and he blushed furiously before putting his hands on her waist. Two hours later, they finally got off the dance floor. Sakura's cheeks were rosy and her laughter was filled with happiness and joy.

"I've never heard you laugh like that before," Yuki smiled at her.

Her light face dimmed a bit, and she quietly replied. "I guess I don't have many happy things in my life. I feel like a different person today. I'm going to make the best of it!" she hugged him fiercely and laughed jovially.

Yuki was once again surprised. "Why am I not turning into a rat?" he quizzically wondered to himself before embracing her in return and gently whispering. "I'll be here for you whenever you need a hand to cheer you up," his breath caressed her soul and soothed her mind.

She leaned her head on his firm chest. "Thank you," They were the picture of the perfect couple.

Then, the serenity of the moment was destroyed with a single defining crash as the ice sculpture was cracked. A man wearing a black outfit with a black mask came out of nowhere.

Yuki's eyes narrowed. "Another gang. What are they doing here? No one knows who I am by night," he stared defiantly at the mysterious man. Suddenly, the man pounced on Sakura.

A cry of despair rose out of her figure as she crumpled to the ground.

"Sakura!" he bent down with concern in his violet orbs. She winced slightly and pulled herself up with Yuki's help. "It's fine. I can handle this," she muttered. She resumed fighting stance and blocked all of the blows that the man threw her way. After a series of kicks and punches, he cornered her. She quickly looked behind her to find a wall. Wisps of hair had come out of her pins and cascaded down her face. Her turquoise eyes flashed dangerously as she glared at the man. She picked up her skirts and leapt. She pounced on the side of the wall and used the upper ceiling as support for her to attack her assailant from above. She did a flip in midair as she picked up the knives that were on the serving table. She landed back on the floor and with a swipe of her knife, the mask that was around his face was cut off and it revealed the face of none other than Shigure Sohma.

Yuki gasped and his face contorted in rage and his violet eyes flashed dangerously and he signaled Shigure to get away from her and stop trying to hurt her.

Sakura didn't see this interaction and continued to try and swipe him with the knife. Suddenly, she twisted her knife around and twirled it in her right hand and plunged it into the wall. "Leave right now before that knife ends up through your head!" her cold voice cut through the silence of the atmosphere and Yuki was startled by her sudden demeanor.

Shigure glanced slightly at Yuki and leapt out of the dance arena.

The murmurs of the crowds was hushed. Everyone exchanged glances with one another and the mood of the night was ruined. Sakura stared around and dropped her other knife and it fell with a clatter to the dance floor. She turned her head and looked at Yuki one more time before walking out of the room. She walked out of the already open doors of the ball room and her heels echoed oddly out of place as she slowly walked out and turned her back on everyone.

Yuki stood frozen staring after her and suddenly bolted after her. "Sakura!" he grabbed her arm. They were in a park and they stood there in the middle of nowhere.

She limply turned so that her body was facing him. She didn't look up for the shame that she had caused herself. "I don't know what your past was like, but, I can't even begin to imagine the type of pain and suffering you've gone through…" he drifted off not knowing what else to say.

After a few minutes pause, she murmured. "You don't have to try and understand my point of view. You wouldn't ever understand. It's like I live a double life," she took a deep quivering breath to steady her voice. "My father was a professor and my mother was… well, they got married and then my father died. I lived with my mother for quite some time… and then, she died too," she finished the last sentence with a stifled sob.

Yuki slid his hand into hers and stood in silence.

It was dark out, and at midnight, they were still there, in the same positions. Finally, Yuki broke the silence.

"I think we should get going. It's not safe out at night," he said with his cool voice and mellow tone.

All Sakura did in reply was nod her head and walk towards home. When they reached her doorstep, she hesitated and quietly asked. "Would you like to come in for some tea?"

"Of course," he graciously answered in return.

Once they had situated themselves, Sakura started to feel self-conscious and tried to straighten her mussed-up hair.

He smiled. "You look fine. There's nothing wrong with you,"

She made a face. "Don't be silly. You know I look a disgrace,"

"No, you really don't," he insisted.

As the two talked of random things into the night, somewhere else that early dawn, a man wondered about what he had seen. The technique that Sakura had done with her knife had given him a hypothesis of who it was.

"Only those within the family could've learned that. Perhaps a daughter of the Red Butterfly? We shall see," a questioning voice of a mysterious man thought as he stared into the fire of his house far, far away.