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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 7

(a/n: im sorry, but im going to rush through the ending and get the story finished, so things are going to move fast! And my writing is going to be a tad messier than usual srry, and to all u that have kept up, thank you so much!!!)

Sakura awoke to two familiar faces peering at her curiously. "Mommy, what are you doing in Daddy's bed?" Ryo asked.

Haku did an impressive imitation of his father and narrowed his eyes while simultaneously crossing his arms. "Look, it's almost seven o'clock. We're going to be late to Aunty Tomoyo's house. And she said she would kill you if you were late," he added with a nod.

Sakura groaned and hopped reluctantly out of bed. As she emerged from the room into the kitchen, she smelled perfectly brewed coffee and positively despised the man she was going to marry for being so good in the morning. She was undoubtedly not a morning person. She picked up a cup of coffee and ushered everyone out, yawning and trying to stay awake the whole time. Luckily, Syaoran was driving.

They arrived 10 past 7 and Tomoyo was already out in front, glaring and tapping her toes. They all let out their own groans in the car. An irritated Tomoyo was a person to avoid at all costs.

As they predicted, they all paid dearly. Especially Sakura as she was the cause of their tardiness. However, when Tomoyo was done, with half an hour to spare, they looked like a procession in a wedding magazine.

They were ushered into the car again and set off towards the site of the wedding, a clearing in the extensive Li property. As they pulled up, one of the tents, erected specifically to shield the more delicate from the heat, collapsed. Tomoyo shrieked and practically leapt from the vehicle. Alas, it was not to be and the tent was found to be irreparable. Tomoyo threw a fit and the other tent was also taken down.

Sakura observed the handiwork and mused, "It almost looks better this way."

Syaoran looked and nodded. "Cleaner and more natural."

Tomoyo, a few feet away, heard and turned towards them. "Well I'm glad you think so, but this throws off the whole theme of the wedding!"

Sakura blinked. "There was a theme?"

Tomoyo sighed and muttered something about suicide under her breath. "Yes, sweetheart, there was a theme. It was 'A Perfect Wedding.'"

Syaoran grinned and made to walk away. "Well that was rather ambitious of you," he murmured.

"I heard that, Syaoran Li," she muttered, chasing after him.

Sakura laughed and scanned the area for her two fearless protectors. She found them in a tree, harassing the people who walked underneath with bits of bark and small red buds. "Haku and Ryo, get down here this instant," she commanded, adding a little more firmness in her voice than usual. They glanced at each other and scrambled to get down. Their mad scramble shook the tree violently and an overly ripe plum was dislodged.

With a wet and gooey splat, it landed on Sakura's head, sending juice streaming down her face and hair. To her credit, her scream only reached as far as the main house. Later, Tomoyo's would reach the main street. In an attempt to rectify the situation, Haku swiped the fruit from his mother's head. It flew and landed squarely on the white of Ryo's tuxedo. Ryo glared at his soon-to-be brother and launched the remainder of it at him. A moment later, an all out plum was ensued, with Sakura in the middle, trying to get control of the situation. Finally, she gave up and tackled them both to the ground.

Syaoran ran up and felt his horror reach its peak. No. The dream took place during the wedding. It was too soon. He stared at the three bodies, covered in crimson, lying motionless on the ground. With an animal cry of outrage, he reached the bodies and reached for Sakura, her dress stained and crumpled.

Just then, the two bodies of his sons wriggled and his fiancée growled. "You two are not going anywhere."

Syaoran did a double take. What the hell? Were they…alive? Roughly, he lifted Sakura and stared down at the blinking boys. "What is going on here?" he demanded. "Why are you covered in blood?"

Sakura blinked. "Blood? This is plum juice and dirt, Syaoran."

His heart skipped a beat. Then he burst out laughing. The others stared at him as if he were a lunatic, but he kept right on laughing. One by one, they broke into giggles then laughter, until Tomoyo arrived.

"YOU ARE SO DEAD!!!" she screamed, running at them ferociously.

As the guests trickled in, they stood stiffly at attention, afraid to move lest Tomoyo release her wrath on them…again. The actual wedding went off without a hitch and Tomoyo even seemed to relax. The party started and lasted well into the night. Yelan took her grandbabies home with her and so Sakura and Syaoran were free to enjoy the rest of the party without any worry. The DJ signaled the last song and a slow ballad resounded. The newlyweds took to the floor and no one followed, content to merely watch.

Halfway through the song, Sakura reached up on her toes and planted a light kiss on his lips. He smiled and held her close as they slowly revolved. Suddenly someone screamed. They broke apart and scanned the crowd. Everyone else also searched for the source. For a moment, all that was heard was aerosmith's guitar solo then a booming shot rang through the air.

Sakura watched in shock as her husband crumpled before her, gasping in pain.

-Recovery Room-

Syaoran winced as he was gently guided down to the mattress. Everyone left the room but his wife, still in blood encrusted silk and lace. She smiled wearily and brushed the hair from his eyes. "Thank God you're alright," she whispered.

"Or Aya's bad aim," he teased. She glared. "That is not funny in the least." He laughed. "Actually, it is pretty funny," he insisted. She rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you, you know?" he whispered.

"I love you too."

"I'm glad," he said, brushing a dry kiss to her knuckles.

"I know," she said, a smile in her voice. She bent and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. It escalated to something more before she pulled away, grinning and pulling her hand from him. "It's a good thing we already had our wedding night," she laughed. "Doctor told me nothing too strenuous for a month."

Syaoran closed his eyes and gave a groan of pain. "That's worse than a shot to the thigh."

THE END

a/n; I know, I know, it was horrible and abrupt, but I really needed to just finish it. Sorry and thanks for taking the time to read it.

-superdupermel