Disclaimer: I do not own Clamp, CCS or anything really. However Aya, Ryo, Haku, and Giro are all mine!

Title- Complications

By superdupermel

Summary- Sakura and Syaoran have known and loved each other forever, but neither will come up and confess. One drunken night is all it takes to break them apart for years…but their children bring them back together. However Syaoran is already married and Sakura refuses to confess her true feelings. This is their story of repressed emotions. This is also my first story! I'm so nervous…

Chapter 6

"Ahem…I believe that is my mother," a little voice said with authority.

"And mine too," another voice added.

Sakura scrambled from underneath Syaoran and smoothed her hair. "Boys…um…well…"

"We're going to be a family," Syaoran said bluntly.

Sakura whirled on him and glared. "You could have eased them into it!" she accused. "Geez. Don't you know, their minds are young and tender and can be damaged from too many changes at -"

"Finally," Haku sighed loudly. "We were wondering when you were going to get around to it."

Sakura eyed him and wagged her finger at him. "Young man, you should be punished for that, but I'm too happy right now, so we are going to SugarFaerie to celebrate."

Amid the bustle to get to the sweetshop, Syaoran caught Sakura around the waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. "I love you, you know?"

She giggled and wriggled away from him. "I'm happy too," she murmured as she brushed past him.

-Several months later-

Syaoran waited nervously in the middle of the clearing. Friends and family surrounded them and a hush had fallen over the crowd. He could barely remember to breathe. First a niece of his stepped out. The flowergirl. She was adorned in a poofy pale green dress. She looked like a little sugar plum fairy in green, scattering pure white rose petals on the autumn colored leaves. After her came a bevy of grinning bridesmaids, including Tomoyo, Chiharu, Naoko, and Rika. They were all wearing pastel green fairy princess dresses with flowers and soft glitter adorning them. The music suddenly changed and the violins played a soft haunting melody.

There was a crackle of leaves. The guests rose to their feet en masse. There was a noticeable emptiness is the break in the trees where the others had come through. Syaoran glanced at Tomoyo, whose face was clouded by confusion. She met his gaze and shrugged a little. The violins faded little by little. The people were whispering amongst themselves shocked at Sakura's disappearance.

The rustle of leaves sounded again and all heads turned to the gap. Sakura appeared, pain and terror evident on her face. That was when everyone noticed the arm encircling her neck. And the gun at her temple. She slowly stepped out of the shadows and the person holding her came into the light, dressed in stark black. Aya.

Her cold blue eyes met Syaoran's and she laughed nastily. "I do believe my invite got lost in the mail," she snarled. "But that's alright. I even brought a present." She laughed hysterically and advanced, using Sakura as a shield. "I'm sure you'll find it inside your pretty bride's head."

Syaoran leapt for them, but it was too late. Blood exploded violently and stained the pure white of the wedding dress. Sakura's lifeless body limply thumped to the ground, blood pooling quickly on the rusty fall foliage. Suddenly everything was silent. He felt weighted and slow as Aya one by one shot Ryo, Haku, Tomoyo, Eriol, and then, cackling, herself.

Slowly feeling crept back to him. Too late. He flinched as he felt a warm liquid trickling down his face. With trembling hands he touched his wet face and looked down at his hands. Blood dripped from them as surely as if he had killed them all.

The scream of a siren shook him from his reverie. Quite suddenly he was in his bed. In his room. He shakily rose to his feet and twirled in a slow circle. Everything seemed normal. He flinched as the door swung open behind him. A cheery whistle permeated the air and he slowly swung around, barely daring to believe. Sakura stood questioningly before him, holding a cup of coffee and a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. "Good morning," she greeted with a smile.

Syaoran felt the air leave his body in a whoosh and he swiftly divested her of her offerings before wrapping her in a tight hug. She let out a little oomph, but hugged him back enthusiastically. "What's gotten into you?" she teased, pressing a slight kiss to his chest. "Nightmare?"

He sucked in a breath and squeezed her a bit tighter. "You could say that," he murmured into her hair. She giggled and pushed away. "Hurry up and get dressed, we have to get a whole list of things done," she said as she sailed out the door. "Haku and Ryo are already dressed and finishing breakfast."

Syaoran watched her walk down the hall and turn, out of his vision. He shuddered at the thought of losing her, but hurried and did her bidding, after all, tomorrow was the big day and he wanted everything to go smoothly for her sake.

By noon, he and the boys were pooped while she was still flitting around like a bird. They sat on a planter, sharing a bag of popcorn while Sakura picked up an order from the dry cleaners. As they finished the bag, she stumbled out with a pile of bagged clothing in her arms. Syaoran and the boys reluctantly went to help her load them into the SUV. She chattered happily as she squired them around town.

By late afternoon, she was winding down her errands and they finally came to a stop in front of the site of the wedding, a pretty castle-like structure surrounded by gorgeous landscaping. She let out a satisfied breath and then turned brightly to the dozing men in the car. "Ready for rehearsal?"

After rehearsal Sakura treated them to their favorite restaurant and some ice cream. Then they piled back into the vehicle and arrived home in a sleepy heap. Sakura and Syaoran put the boys down for the night then adjourned to separate bathrooms.

Almost instantly, Syaoran fell asleep, but Sakura stayed up, staring blindly up at her ceiling. Some time later, she turned her head and glanced at the red numbers across her clock. 2:36. The darkness seemed to scream at her as she lay there. When she couldn't take it any longer, she rose quickly and wrapped a robe around herself before pattering quickly to Syoaran's bedroom. Inside the doorway, she paused, but then regained her momentum and quietly shut the door behind her. There was a slight movement from the bed and shse froze. Taking a deep breath, she sat on the side of the bed and roughly and unmercifully shook Syaoran awake. He groggily opened one eye and managed to give her a disconcertingly irritated glare. "What?" he croaked.

Sakura frowned and merely stared down at him. With a frown and a deep exaggerated sigh, he rolled to his back and pulled her down next to him. "Cold feet?"

"Freezing," she murmured as she nestled closer to him and pulled the covers around herself.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Well, don't worry. I'm a pro at this sort of thing and nothing is going to go wrong."

"Excuse me, but this is coming from a divorced man whose marriage ended explosively," she reminded him.

He grinned in the dark and shrugged. "At least the wedding went off without a hitch. God knows I almost stood her up a dozen times."

Sakura silently stared out the window at the full moon. Her body stiffened and Syaoran cursed colorfully and squeezed her. "I'm not having any second thoughts, I swear," he murmured against her ear.

She shuddered slightly and turned in his arms. "Even if you were, you wouldn't tell me though, right?"

He was silent and stared into her eyes as he slowly answered. "Probably not, but I want you to know that I have absolutely nothing I'm regretting at the moment, in fact, I think this is the surest decision I've made in a long time. Sakura, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She silently stared up at him for a moment then her face broke out in a radiant smile. "That was really sweet, probably the sweetest thing you've said to me…ever. Thank you Syaoran."

She turned her back to him again and petted his arm, wrapped around her. She toyed with his fine arm hairs until he let out a manly giggle and pressed a dry kiss to her temple. "I love you," he whispered again into her ear. She shivered at the sensation.

Taking in a contented breath, she settled deeper into him and sighed, "You're the best, Syaoran. You know exactly what a girl wants to hear."

Syaoran frowned a little. "I don't think you get it, Sakura, I'm saying I love you, with all my heart and soul. I would take a dozen bullets for you."

"I know," she said simply. "And it's very sweet." Syaoran waited for her to go on, but there was only the sound of a light breeze whooshing past the window.

"Sakura…I think we need to talk," he got out painfully. "Suddenly I'm not so sure about this marriage thing."

She was silent for a long moment then moved to sit up, facing him. "Why?" The hurt was evident in her eyes and reflected in his.

"I love you," he said simply. "Way too damn much."

She bit her lip and averted her gaze. "Then…why?"

He stalled for a long while, not wanting to sound like a sissy. There was simply no other way to put it. "I don't think you love me," he got out in a high pitched unnatural voice.

Total silence reigned in the room as he waited for her positive or negative. Instead, he got a weepy sort of laugh. "Oh my god, Syaoran. Is that all? You know how much I adore you," she chuckled.

He grumbled and folded his arms across his chest. "I realize you adore me, but the question still stands, do you love me?"

Her laughter faded and she got a world weary look in her usually twinkling eyes. "Yes," she said with finality.

Syaoran struggled not to strangle the words from her. "Then tell me."

She gave him a confused look. "I just did."

"No, you said 'yes'," he insisted.

She opened her mouth to speak the words, but stopped suddenly. "I…don't know what to say…"

Syaoran glared at her impatiently. "God, Sakura, just tell me you love me!

She raised a brow. "I love you?"

"With a little more confidence please," he mumbled.

"I love you," she said in a monotone.

"With a little heart?"

"I love you," she said with a smile. "I really really love you, Syaoran Li. I love love love love love you."

"Stop mocking me," he growled, before tackling her to the bed for a kiss. The kiss turned to rather more and before they knew it, both were gasping for breath and struggling with buttons. Sakura pulled away first and spread her palms on his chest, flexing her fingers to feel his tight muscles. "Sakura," he said rather breathily, "we really have to stop before…We're getting married tomorrow…let's just….wait…"

She raised a brow and blatantly ignored him as she pressed her lips to his. "I thought that was my line," she teased.

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