Cherry: Sorry for the cliffy last time! Lol. It turns out, that everything went according to some plan! It ended where I wanted it to! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Read and Review please!

Disclaimer: Don't own CCS…wish I did though…

Chapter 7: You're What!

Syaoran was quiet for a while. He had thought earlier that he would wait to tell her about his past. But she had opened up to him about hers; she seemed to be able to trust people quickly. Or on the other hand, once you got her started she just did not shut up, which was entirely plausible. He knew he had his mask up. The one he hid behind whenever someone asked; his cold, angry face. Most of the time it scared people so then ended up not asking anymore. But it did not seem to be working on Sakura. She was watching him, waiting for his answer.

He glanced up at the clock. It was eight thirty. He turned his face back to Sakura.

"I won't tell you here. Let's go back to my apartment," he said.

Sakura nodded slowly. At least he was going to tell her. She reached for her purse and started pulling her wallet out when Syaoran got up and paid for both of them. Sakura stared at him for a moment before standing up and grabbing her jacket.

"You didn't have to pay for me," she said as she pulled her jacket on, flinching slightly as she bumped her shoulder.

Syaoran just shrugged and put his wallet back into his back pocket. "You can just buy lunch if it bothers you that much."

Sakura nodded and buttoned her jacket.

Syaoran watched the road carefully, avoiding a lot of the holes in the road, as Sakura's shoulder kept creeping up in his mind. Sakura was staring out the window, trying to figure out what Syaoran wouldn't say at the restaurant. Was it dangerous? Was he involved in something bad or against the law? That last one made her a little worried, but she tried to reassure herself that he wouldn't have gotten into the FBI if he had a record, and he did not seem like the kind of person to break the law anyway.

She took a glance at him. His profile was amazing. His jaw was firm and his eyes were perfect; a deep amber color that swallowed her up when she looked into them. His hair was messy, but it made him look oh-so-sexy. She blushed.

"I can't think of him like that!" she yelled in her head and turned her gaze back out the window.

When Eriol had come to visit her, her day got much brighter. The room seemed brighter, and she temporarily forgot about worrying about Sakura.

After almost two hours of talking, the silence began eating away at them. Eriol seemed to be getting nervous again; like he wanted to ask her something, but could not say it.

Tomoyo watched him with soft eyes. She had a pretty good idea what he wanted to ask. She had hoped that he would ask at dinner the previous night, but the waiter had interrupted. Now he had a second chance, and she was not about to let him pass it up.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" she asked softly.

Eriol looked up at her, startled; which was something that she had never seen before.

"I…uh…yes…no…you see…" he stuttered.

Tomoyo couldn't help but think it was cute. She only wished she had her video camera from when she was younger. She put on a face that would help him continue; a soft smile, her head tilted slightly to the side, and her eyes caring.

Eriol swallowed and looked into her eyes, a wave of relief flooding over him. He could not help but think that she already knew what he wanted to say. But then again, that was why he felt the way he did.

To Sakura, Syaoran's apartment seemed colder than the last time she had been there, which was just yesterday. It was probably just her though, being so curious and worried at the same time about what Syaoran might tell her that could only be said in the privacy of his apartment.

She looked around again, nothing had moved, but she did notice something she did not see last time. It was a picture. Syaoran had gone into the kitchen for something so she slipped off her shoes and her jacket and walked over to look at it more closely.

It was a big family, obviously his. Her eyes traveled to the man holding the boy on his shoulders. They both looked so happy.

"That must be his father," Sakura thought.

They looked very similar; the messy hair and the intense eyes.

Syaoran emerged from the kitchen and saw Sakura staring at the picture. He watched her for a few minutes, to see what she would do.

Sakura just kept staring at it, staring at Syaoran and his father, and for some reason, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness emanating from the photo.

Syaoran cleared his throat and Sakura turned around. He motioned to the sofa and she quietly sat down. He sat across from her and looked down at his hands.

"What I'm about to tell you cannot leave this room," he started, still looking at his hands.

"Alright," Sakura replied. After all, he had promised not to tell anyone about her shoulder.

She watched him carefully though he would not look back up at her.

"My promise was made…" he started.

Sakura bit her lower lip. She was not sure what she was going to get. Nothing came to mind and her eyes slowly drifted back to the picture on the wall.

"When I was seven," Syaoran started again. "My father was working for the FBI. He was on a case to bust an opium distributor, and he was about to bring them out when they shot and killed him. I took this job to get revenge on that distributor. Rumor has it that the distributor here is the one from Hong Kong."

Sakura turned back to him, her mouth open slightly and her eyes wide. "You're what!"

Syaoran looked up at her, his eyes were a little glossy, but there was a bit of shock on his face at her reply.

Sakura frowned. "I'm sorry…but revenge? Doing something just to get revenge isn't right Syaoran."

"I'm righting a wrong that was done to my family. When my father died it took my family a fucking long time to recover. You just don't understand what it's like to lose someone in that way, to lose someone so suddenly," Syaoran replied, a small tear falling from his right eye.

He looked away from her and Sakura felt her heart break.

"You're wrong about that," Sakura said softly, looking down at her feet.

"What?" Syaoran asked, turning to look at her.

"I do know what it's like…to lose someone like that," Sakura said again.

Syaoran frowned. "Maybe I shouldn't have said what I did," he thought.

"My mother…contracted a deadly disease," Sakura continued, "I was so young and I didn't understand what was going on. It was only three weeks after she got sick that she died. She died on my fourth birthday."

Syaoran stared at her.

"So," she said softly, "I know what it is like."

Syaoran swallowed what felt like a lump in his throat. What was he going to say now?

Sakura looked up at the clock, it was nine forty-five. "We should get going. The copy shop opens in fifteen minutes."

Syaoran nodded slightly and Sakura stood up and started walking over to her jacket, but Syaoran grabbed her wrist lightly. She turned to look at him, their eyes locking.

"I…I'm sorry, for what I said. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that," he said, turning away and dropping her wrist, his face a light shade of pink. "She's gorgeous," he thought.

Sakura just stared at him for a few seconds. Her heart was beating fast and she could still feel his hand on her wrist, and she wanted it back there. She shook head. She could not, and would not think about her partner this way. "It's all right," she replied.

Syaoran looked at her as she turned to put her shoes on and get her coat. It had been a long time since the feeling he had just had came upon him. A very long time, and he wasn't sure what to do. For one thing, she was his partner, and relationships with your partners were, well, highly unlikely to last, not to mention that they were frowned upon.

The last time Sakura had felt anything for a boy was when she was thirteen. She had tried to tell him that she liked him, but it turns out that he liked her best friend, Chiyo. Sakura was about to confess when he walked over to Chiyo and kissed her. Chiyo had known about Sakura's crush on him, but she kissed him back. That's when their friendship ended. Sakura hadn't really trusted anyone else with such an honor as being her best friend until she met Tomoyo.

Sakura looked at the door to Syaoran's apartment; she couldn't look at him right now. There were too many emotions running through her body and mind.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," Syaoran replied and grabbed his keys of the cabinet near the door.

They got back into Syaoran's Mustang and headed towards the copy shop.

Ok, so, sorry for making this chapter shorter than the others. I figured that I've been keeping you all waiting long enough. xx Sorry about that… Um… look for updates on my stories in my bio, which I will try to keep up to date. I'll get started on the next chapter of this tomorrow, granted that all things go as planned for the remainder of the weekend. Well, please read and review, it's much appreciated.