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Trapped
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Another day, another… bloody… exam.
Sakura let out a horrified squeak. Syaoran cackled evilly as he ran around the room like a deranged maniac. Well, a hot deranged maniac, at least.
"Onii-chan!" Sakura whined and ran a shaky hand through her auburn locks. "Why didn't you tell me?" She pouted adorably, making Syaoran look at her with an almost… hungry look. She shivered noticeably under his intense gaze.
He only noticed now that she was wearing a rather… skimpy, almost see-through nightdress. He growled deeply in his throat, sensing an impending pandemonium. His eyes traveled at the designs of the cloth. Bunnies and… kittens. How… innocent.
He grinned. Just like Sakura.
He took a step towards her, and she stepped back. He raised a brow at this. "Well, give me a good reason why I should have told you." He drawled, taking another smug step towards her.
"Um," she blushed and backed up against the wall of her bedroom. She let out a gasp as she came in contact with the cold, hard wall. "Because you're my brother?"
He smirked, noticing that she won't have any other way out, and placed both of his arms at each of her sides. He leaned towards her, nuzzling her cheek. She took a sharp intake of breath, fanning his face, intoxicatingly. "Try again," he breathed.
She whimpered against him and was trying so very hard not to melt. He was her brother, for heaven's sakes, what the hell were they thinking!
Sakura regretfully – regretfully! – pushed him away from her. Her hands lingered on his chest for a bit and slowly withdrew it and placed it on her sides. Evil hands, why didn't you stay longer?
Sigh!
Logic and virtue just had to hit her now. Now, from among other times. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"T-this is wrong, Syao." She said shakily. "A-and we'll be late for school!"
Syaoran groaned, roughly grabbed her hands and pushed her against the wall. He held her hands tightly above her head making her tiny nightgown ride upwards, her upper thighs exposed to the cool, morning's breeze and the outline of her breasts—
He rested his sweaty forehead against her warm one. "Hn," he murmured against her cheek. "Try and try again, if you still can't get it right."
"B-but," she stammered, flushing to the tips of her toes. This is all so wrong but feels oh so right. It feels so… natural. "I still haven't bathed and—and we'll be late and we'll—" All rationality flew out of the window as he licked the corner of her lips.
"What?" He asked innocently, drawing away slightly. He chuckled when he saw that she had that glazed look in her eyes. He pecked her lightly on the nose, shaking her from her stupor.
Her eyes widened.
"W-wha—" She started but was cut off by another of Syaoran's little… explorations. He gently licked her collarbone and blew on it softly, making her shiver and feel weak on the knees. He held on her securely and drew her up again, bending his knee, supporting her legs… and thighs.
She moaned when his knee brushed lightly against her. Silk panties.
Naughty.
And I like it, he pompously thought. "You still haven't answered me, Sa-ku-ra." He mumbled, lightly tracing from her hips. Up and up his evil hands went.
She whimpered and shook her head, trying to clear her head. Unfortunately, all the heat seemed to evaporate all other thoughts. "Be—because I c-care?"
He grinned against her silken skin and nodded his head; his unruly hair tickled her chin, enticingly. "Hmm, close enough… but… I think you could do better than that." And that said he licked the sides of her jaw, trying to make his point.
She quivered underneath him.
He knew. He knew this was wrong. He knew that this was sin. But… he. Didn't. Bloody. Care.
Because—because this was Sakura. And… and she was so damned innocent. He pushed himself away from her, still having that dazed, crazed, hungry look. He just, just couldn't… he turned his back on her and murmured, "The exam is about Radicals and Gauss. Try to pass it, Saku." He walked out of her room and noiselessly closed the door behind him.
Sakura, dazed and confused, sunk down on her plush carpet. "Syaoran," she murmured softly under her breath.
What had just occurred?
How dense, she thought sarcastically. My brother was almost close to snogging me senseless and I didn't even know.
She groaned, clutching the sides of her face.
This is so confusing…
— she felt trapped.
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"Sakura," Tomoyo squealed as she saw Sakura's limping form in view. "What happened?"
"Nothing, Tomoyo. Let's just go to our first class." She waved off Tomoyo's concerned gaze nonchalantly. "I'm dead tired."
"No kidding," Tomoyo frowned as she helped her friend balance herself on her feet. "Syaoran came in pretty early today."
Sakura's ears perked but the rest of her couldn't care less. "Oh." She said simply, walking restlessly inside the classroom. She didn't notice Syaoran's concerned gaze on her.
"Yeah," Tomoyo whispered in her ear. "He seemed preoccupied."
"I guess," came Sakura's reply. Tomoyo scowled at Sakura's reaction. She was always a bit… overprotective with her brother and him to her. Perhaps something happened, Tomoyo mused. No, no… must not think such things.
The classroom door opened with a thud, revealing a tall, handsome man holding a manila folder in hand. He closed the door silently. "Ohayou gozaimasu, class." He said cheerily.
"Ohayou, sensei." Came the chorus of students. Sakura stared carelessly at the ceiling.
"You may sit down. Take out your pens and put away all the things on top of your desks." He chirped pleasantly. "Examination time!"
All kinds of groans and moans flooded the room. Syaoran, ready and all, instead watched his little sister fumble with her pen. Her long, dainty fingers gracefully played with the end of her pen; her slender neck tilted at an ardour manner; and her wavy, auburn hair flowing with the zephyrs.
He sighed.
She might be angry with him, and he couldn't risk that. He'd rather die than knowing that she was mad at him. He groaned inwardly. Let's just hope that his feeling was false.
"Let's start with the test."
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Syaoran along with his best friend, Eriol strolled through the packed hallway of their school. Girls that noticed the duo swooned at their presence. Eriol charmingly smiled at them whilst Syaoran sneered.
"Stop being such a prat, Syaoran." Eriol smirked. "It's as if you hate the most wonderful female species."
Syaoran rolled his eyes at him. "And it seems that you're flirting with every girl that decided to throw themselves at your feet. I should remind you that you already have Tomoyo."
Eriol blushed and pushed his eyeglasses upwards. "Ah, my beautiful Tomoyo. How about you, Syaoran?"
"What about me?" He glared at a group of blondes, winking at him flirtatiously. Eriol chuckled.
"Have you found your dream girl?"
"I don't have a dream girl," he muttered to himself. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair slowly.
"Oh?" Eriol said amusedly. "I was under the impression that Sakura was your dream girl."
Syaoran's hand froze midair.
"Hmm, or are there others?" Eriol mused out loud. "Perhaps not. You seem contented with your own sister."
Syaoran growled angrily. "Bugger off, Hiiragizawa."
Eriol chuckled while Syaoran frowned sourly. "You're crossing the lines of blood, Xiao Lang." He said rather seriously. "Do be careful."
Syaoran scowled at Eriol's direction and walked off. "I intend to be."
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Next Chapter's Title: Water