Summary: Preppy Sakura and rocker Syaoran had been together since the seventh grade. But now, in senior year, Sakura has finally had enough, and ends their almost six year relationship. But Syaoran? No, he just won't give up that easily.

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or anything like it. I just own this plot line. I also do not own the clothing lines Rocawear, Akademiks and Pepe Jeans.

© November 5, 2006

Harder To Breathe
Chapter 5: Honesty
Written By: SweetBabyGurl

"Kinomoto Sakura!" Her name followed by two pale hands being slammed on her desk where she sat reading a book for her Japanese class. Startled emerald eyes met determined and somewhat amused amethyst ones.

"H-hai Tomoyo-chan?" She asked meekly, closing her book gently and placing it on the desk before her.

"Do you remember what you're supposed to be doing this afternoon and then later tonight?" Her best friend asked her coolly, slipping into the empty seat beside her.

"Ano…" Sakura began, eyebrows furrowing in concentration and confusion. "Going home and taking a bath…?"

"Wong!" Tomoyo exclaimed gleefully. "Tonight is the night we're going to an amazing party at that new all ages club Stars!" She continued on happily.

"I'm sorry Tomoyo-chan I completely forgot," she smiled slightly. "But I don't think I would be the best company with you tonight. I haven't really been in the best of moods lately," she replied, her gaze turning downcast. Her thoughts suddenly turned to an amber eyed boy that had been trying so hard to make up for what he had done in the past years, but unlike usual… she just couldn't find it in her heart to take him back. No, she wouldn't take him back. If she did he would only return to how he was before. She shook her head, willing the tears away.

"Then this will be perfect for you to get your mind off of your troubles, if only for a night," Tomoyo responded lightly, softly smiling, leaning down to look her best friend and second cousin in the eyes. Returning her smile, Sakura nodded before taking her cell phone out of her backpack to see if it were still alright with her father.

"Did you convince her to go Tomoyo?" Eriol asked her, holding the amethyst-eyed beauty in his arms, and kissing her lightly on her pale, swanlike neck.

"Of course I did. Now Li-kun, you have to make sure you're there. I hate that we're doing this to her, but she's miserable without you," Tomoyo frowned.

"Well the feeling's mutual," he murmured before clearing his throat. "And what if this doesn't work Daidouji-san? You were so convinced that the clothes thing would work and it hasn't," Syaoran commented, pulling at his preppy clothes in disgust.

"Well, I thought maybe you would automatically know to change your attitude as well, but apparently I need to spell everything out for you, don't I?" Tomoyo shot back defensively.

"Now, now let's place nice children," Eriol spoke up frowning and shooting a disapproving look towards Syaoran at which he merely rolled his eyes at Eriol's fatherly look.

"Whatever, do you understand everything that you're supposed to do tonight?" Tomoyo drawled.

"Yeah I do. But if anything goes wrong, I won't be held accountable to what I do to those punk ass bitches," Syaoran swore with a none too pleasant gleam in his eye, causing both Eriol and Tomoyo to gaze on in worry as he walked away from them.

Sakura sat at her vanity mirror applying her favourite lip gloss to complete her look for tonight. She thought she would be getting ready at Tomoyo's house as per usual, but was surprised that Tomoyo just wanted to give her the clothes she would be wearing and to see how Sakura could manage without her personal make up artist and hair designer as she so eloquently put it. Shaking her head in amusement at her friend's antics she gazed at herself critically through the mirror.

Her long auburn hair was set into curls while her bangs swept across her forehead and where it was placed neatly at the side, gleaming under the light. She wore little make up on her face, just some mascara, eye liner and the lip-gloss she so thoroughly enjoyed.

Her outfit wasn't as overdone as Tomoyo usually like to do it but she had a feeling that had to do with the fact the outfit was a bit… revealing. She wore a black denim skirt that came three inches above the knee with black shin length boots, her name airbrushed in red on the right boot. A red shirt with white designs covered her upper body before stopping an inch above her belly button, allowing the silky material to fall in transparent waves to her waist. The top had a square cut neckline and was extremely deep, causing Sakura to become nervous whenever she moved, thoughts of every part of her being intimately exposed causing her to shiver in humiliation.

Her doorbell suddenly rang, and shoving her cell phone, a couple dollars and lip gloss in the slim but secure pocket of her skirt she ran down the stairs a bright smile on her face. She was actually excited to go out tonight.

Her smile fell the moment she opened the door and was replaced with a feeling she couldn't exactly explain. Confusion, worry, dread, fear, anxiety, delight and desire flooded her veins.

"What are you doing here?" The words flew from her mouth before she got a chance to process them through her mind.

"Eriol's car died and he asked me to be the driver for tonight," he replied smoothly, amber eyes glancing around the room nervously. Her eyes narrowed immediately.

"Syaoran you've been able to lie to me in the past, but that doesn't mean that you've ever done it very well," she regarded him with cold jade eyes, a thin eyebrow raised in question.

"Let's just go Sakura," he sighed impatiently, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the car. Scoffing in exasperation she called goodbye to her father and pulled the door shut behind her.

The ride to Eriol's place was unusually quiet. But, their minds made up for that. Sakura was too busy eying Syaoran from the mirrors set in his favourite car to notice his gaze flickering to her every two seconds and attempting to say something before he sealed his mouth shut, repeating the process every two minutes.

He was dressed in an outfit she bought him his birthday not too long ago, and he wore it every time they went out together. It was a pair of Rocawear black jeans, a black Akademiks wife beater with a forest green Pepe Jeans dress shirt casually over top. She noticed he attempted to do something with his hair causing her to smile softly.

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"You should really do something with your hair sweetheart," Sakura told him from his lap one day, playing with the messy silken strands. Blowing some bangs from his eyes he replied.

"God knows I try whenever we have to go out, but it doesn't like to cooperate. Maybe I should just cut it off," Syaoran thought aloud, a smirk gracing his features.

"I will cut off something far more important than hair if you even think about it!" Sakura screeched gazing in his eyes. Merely smiling in return he kissed her softly on the lips to which she happily returned.

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"Sakura I can't do this," she heard him speak, watching him pull over to the side of the road.

"Uh… okay?" She replied to his confession questioningly, wondering what he was going on about.

"Eriol's car didn't break down and there's a reason why Tomoyo didn't dress you up as usual tonight," he told her, a determined gleam overtaking his eyes. "Lying is what made me lose you in the first place and I won't allow it to push you farther away."

"Then what's the truth?" She asked him, a cold mask on her face although her heart was swelling with love for the stupid boy. So it looked like she got through to him at least a little after all. A part of her wanted to scream at him he hadn't lost her at all, but she refused to let the words out.

"The truth is I don't know. They're planning something when we get to the club, and they think I'll screw it up if I know," he replied, lips settling into a thin, grim line. "Just please, don't leave my side tonight," he pleaded with her, taking his hand in her own at which she nodded numbly.

What was going on?

TBC

Readers: Hey there everyone. I finally had a homework free weekend, so here's a chapter for you. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you so much for all of the support, and I'll try and get another chapter up and going as soon as possible. Take care and ja ne!

— SweetBabyGurl

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