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***PLEASE!!! I suggest you listen to the song "GRAVITY" by Vienna Teng while reading this chapter. It's a lovely song and sets the mood at points. You can easily find it on YouTube***
Her Rising Saviour:
Chapter nine – Wedding!
Sakura stood in front of the full-length mirror in Tomoyo's bedroom. Her face was glowing red as she looked at the image of herself; though she was not vain, she had to admit she did look pretty.
The dress she wore was the one Syaoran had pointed out. It was white – much to Sakura's grimace. She had asked Tomoyo to order it in cream or soft pink, since white meant purity. Though Tomoyo had obviously refused. The straps were thin and plain. The dress's neckline scooped down in a graceful and elegant fashion. The bottom didn't poof out, but instead clung to her every curve as was shown in the photo. The dress reached the ground and felt like silk, though wasn't decorative; plain, but very beautiful.
On her feet she wore one-inch white strappy heels, showing off her French-manicured toes, matching her fingernails that Tomoyo had done. Her hair remained down, but wore a crown of cherry blossom flower twigs carefully entwined together. Attached to that crown was a veil – the veil was crisp and stiff mesh, poofing out slightly.
Tomoyo had also done Sakura's make-up, though made it look natural. Light shades of soft pink for the eyes and some smoky grey eyeliner along with mascara that matched her hair colour. She wore coverup, but it didn't look like it as it wasn't powdery or blotched onto her face. A neutral pink lipstick coated her lips, completed with a soft shine of clear lip-gloss that doubled as a sealer. She wore no blush, as that came natural to her.
"Oh, Sakura, you're gorgeous!" Tomoyo squealed, holding up a video camera. "Syaoran's going to completely swoon!"
Tomoyo herself wore a soft-pink dress – cherry blossom pink, to be exact – that reached just above her knees. It, too, clung to her every curve but was strapless, the bust-line curving around her breasts slightly. She wore a simple silver necklace with a small cherry blossom pendant.
Sakura blushed softly, "I-It's all because of you, Tomoyo. Really."
"Oh nonsense!" Tomoyo scolded softly. She turned off the camera and placed it into it's bag. She would continue taping after the ceremony. During the ceremony, she would have her m other recording it. She handed Sakura a small bouquet of white lilies and roses, and gently patted her back in a calming way. "Stop stressing. What's to stress over?"
"Everything," Sakura moaned slightly.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, then began pushing Sakura gently toward the door. Downstairs, by the back door – covered by a curtain, seeing as it was a sliding-glass door, so no one could see in – was the rest of the bridal half of the wedding party.
Femei's three year old children stood nervously, talking to each other quietly and shifting from foot to foot. The girl, Hua-Lin, wore a clean white dress that went to her knees. It poofed out slightly, but in a cute and childish way, and had a pretty cherry blossom-pink ribbon around the waist. She held a white basket filled with cherry blossom petals and tucked behind her ear was a small twig of the delicate cherry blossom flowers. The boy, He-Ping, wore a crisp black suit and white shirt. His small tie was Everest green and he he held a white pillow that held the two rings.
Sakura and Tomoyo smiled to the little children, who smiled nervously back.
By the door stood Fujitaka, wearing an larger version of He-Ping's suit. He smiled brightly and warmly to his daughter, pride shining in his eyes. He held out his hand, of which Sakura rushed to and took. He squeezed her hand, trying to comfort and reassure her. He took in her beauty and sighed, "Oh, Sakura...you're beautiful. You remind me so much of your mother on her big day."
Sakura blushed again, "Thank you, dad."
Fujitaka smiled and leaned in. Careful not to mess up Tomoyo's hard work, he lightly kissed her cheek. "Syaoran is a lucky man."
"And I'm a lucky woman for having him," Sakura smiled, her words genuine in her heart.
Tomoyo looked down at the silver watch on her wrist and tapped it for emphasis. "Alright, show time everyone."
Fujitaka turned to his daughter and flipped part of her veil so it covered her face. As the veil fell across her face, Sakura felt her stomach flip. Lastly, her father hooked his arm in hers and soft music began to play.
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Syaoran stood under the floral-decorated arch way, clenching and unclenching his hands nervously. He wore a black suit and white shirt, along with an Everest green tie. Under Sakura's request, his hair was in it's normal disarray style. His starling amber eyes were glued onto the glass door down the isle way, waiting for her to appear.
The chairs were already filled up with their guests. Toya sat to the right of the isle and in the front, with an empty chair beside him for Fujitaka. On his other side sat Sonomi Daidouji, Tomoyo's mother and Sakura's aunt. Behind them sat Rika and her date, and Chiharu, along with another guy Syaoran didn't recognize. On the other side of the isle sat his family; his mother – Yelan Li – and four sisters – Femei, Fuutie, Sheifa and Fanran. Femei was the only with children, and they were in the wedding. In the next row sat Mei Ling – much to Syaoran's grimace. He hadn't invited her. – and Feimei's husband. Also sitting in that row was Takashi Yamazaki from the law firm; him and Syaoran had become close friends, despite the Bloom fiasco. They had been getting close since before then and after a day or so, Yamazaki had apologized over and over.
A sudden sting in Syaoran's hand indicated someone had slapped them. He winced and looked down to see Eriol's hand near his, and looked up to his friend with a frown.
"Stop tensing," he instructed, though not harshly. "And calm down. There's no need to be so nervous."
"Of course there is!" Syaoran hissed, the nerves definitely getting to him. "There's plenty to be ner – "
Suddenly, the soft piano music of their hired pianist, Naoko Yanagisawa, began to fill the air. Syaoran immediately stopped and his head snapped up to face the back door, his heart hammering away in his chest.
Hua-Lin walked out first. She looked down, her eyebrows furrowed as she did her job. There was a soft squeal from the four Li sisters, but Syaoran ignored it. The little girl tossed the delicate flower petals to either side, her little white paten shoes nearly tripping her once. Right behind her was her brother, He-Ping. He simply looked ahead, his eyes on his sister's head as he made his way to the front. It was obvious he was trying hard not to walk too quickly. Hua-Lin took a stance on the side Sakura would stand, opposite to Syaoran, while He-Ping took his stance beside Eriol on Syaoran's side.
Next came Tomoyo. Her hair flapped beautifully in the light breeze, her eyes looking forward. Syaoran could easily tell she was looking at Eriol, most likely admiring him in his suit as he was admiring her in her dress. A bright smile shone brightly on her face, full of warmth and kindness. Once at the arbor-alter, she took a stopped straight across from Eriol, and would be standing in between Sakura and Hua-Lin.
And then finally, Syaoran saw her. And his breath caught in his throat. He felt his legs become jelly, but had somehow managed to stay up. His eyes glued onto her face as he tried to steady both his heart and his breathing. She was, to put it bluntly, magnificent. Absolutely stunning and beautiful. There was a soft, wonderful blush running across her cheeks as all eyes turned to her.
She stopped a few paces from the alter. Fujitaka turned to her one last time and grinned proudly. He leaned in and brushed a fatherly kiss across her forehead, and then gripped her hand. In both a traditional and significant gesture, he took her hand and placed it into Syaoran's. Syaoran took her hand and gave a gentle squeeze. They met gazes and he smiled reassuringly. Sakura returned the smile as he led her in front of him, then took he r other hand as well. They both turned to the man whom would marry them.
In all honesty, neither Sakura nor Syaoran paid any attention to what the man before them said. They simply stared at each other with huge grins on their faces. It wasn't until the man asked for Syaoran's vows that they seemed to float back to earth.
Eriol handed Syaoran a small stack of note-cards. Syaoran immediately felt his heart begin to race nervously again as he cleared is throat and began to read off his notes.
"How do I start?" He began, and realized his voice was wavering. He cleared his throat and began again, "How do I start? There is so much to say, but it would take hours. Days. And unfortunately, I only have minutes.
"The day I met you, Sakura, was one of the greatest days in my life. Despite my quietness and my seeming arrogance, I truly did like you. I think I fell in love with you the first time I ever laid eyes on you. You were smart, funny, and absolutely adorable. And of course, that cuteness turned into absolute beauty." He watched Sakura blush and grinned, then looked back down and continued. "I can't love another woman like I love you, Sakura Kinomoto. You taught me how to love and have fun. And all those years ago when I left, it tore me apart. And...And I'm sorry."
He saw Sakura open her mouth and shook his head, silently asking her to let him continue and finish without interrupting. "I thought about you every waking moment. I couldn't stand to look at another woman. When I came back...My God, Sakura, I did not regret it in the least. I am so glad that we could find each other and love again. No, glad doesn't even begin to cover it. There just is no word for it. The emotion is too great, too powerful.
"I love you," he emphasized each word carefully. "You're a strong woman, no matter what others think or say. And I want to be able to hold you in my arms and over you and kiss you repetitively for the rest of our long lives. I love you, Sakura Kinomoto. And I have a feeling that this, today, is only the beginning for us."
When it was obvious he was done, 'aww's from his sisters and Tomoyo whispered through the air. Sakura was smiling, adoration shining in her eyes. The look on her face alone made Syaoran's heart swell. He squeezed her hands and returned the smile, hoping the love he held for her shone in his own eyes.
And for Sakura, the emotions danced in his deep coloured eyes vibrantly. She half paid attention to the man beside them speaking before it was her turn for vows. She smiled, having memorized her entire speech.
"My vows aren't long and complicated and filled with gushy love stuff," Sakura admitted. She swore she heard an angry gasp from Syaoran's side of the guests, but she continued anyway. "I wanted to say so much. I wanted to tell you how much I love you. How much I want to be by your side for all eternity, and more. I wanted to tell you so much...And then I realized, that you already knew all this. You, Syaoran Li, already know how much I love you. How much I want to be and stay with you. How much I want to grow old with you and have your children," she looked meaningfully down at her stomach.
Syaoran caught this and smiled. He withdrew one of his hands from her grip and placed it flat on her stomach. There was the smallest of baby bumps developing, but it was so small only the people, such as Sakura and himself, who paid that close attention to her could really tell.
Sakura smiled brightly and placed her now free hand on top of his, keeping it rested on her belly. "You already know all this, and so it would be pointless for me to tell you now. So what am I going to put in my vows? Something more between us...Something more special.
"Syaoran," she paused and made sure to catch his gaze. Her eyes were suddenly soft and sorrowful. "I love you, and because I love you, I want – no, need – you to let go of every ounce of guilt you feel toward me. I need us to forget our...past...and move on. I need you to forgive yourself. I've forgiven you...In fact, there was nothing to forgive you for. We were both stupid, and I take all responsibility for my stupid actions. I was stupid and reckless...And I want you to stop blaming yourself. Please, as my wedding gift...Please forge t everything and let's move on. Together."
There was five seconds of absolute silence, and then the crowd began to buzz with confusion – What did Sakura mean? No one understood.
Sakura and Syaoran, on the other hand, were staring into each others gaze like there was no tomorrow. His amber eyes liquidated and were now rimming with salty tears, while Sakura was giving a small smile of comfort. Behind her, Sakura could hear Tomoyo sniffling and in front of her, Sakura could see Eriol choking back tears himself.
After a few more minutes of more lines, such as promises from each partner and 'I do's, the most important line came up.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the man finally finished. He turned to Syaoran and smiled, congratulating him, "You may now kiss your bride."
Syaoran smiled bright and gently pulled from Sakura's grasp. He lifted her veil and lightly brushed his hand along her cheek. Laying his palm down on her cheek, he leaned forward and brushed his lips with hers twice before deepening it, having to cradle his face in her hands as she grasped the front of his blazer.
When they broke apart, a loud applause was met from the crowd. Sakura tinged pink once more and Syaoran gave a loud laugh. He leaned in and brushed his lips against her forehead, "Congrats, Mrs. Li."
Sakura blushed harder, but smiled through it, "And same to you, Mr. Li."
Syaoran grinned, unable to help it, and swooped down for another powerful kiss. Sakura happily accepted the kiss and joined in, encouraging him. Before it could get too heated though, a squeal interrupted them.
"Ooh!" Rika squealed, her eyes shining. Beside her stood her date, Dr. Yoshiyuki Terada. He also smiled, though not as largely, and held Rika as if helping her stand. His arm cupped beneath hers and grasped her hand lovingly.
Sakura smiled at the two; After much pushing, Rika had spoken to Dr. Terada after his second visit to their lamaze class. And after much awkwardness, Rika had managed to ask the doctor out. And he had, obviously, accepted. They had been going out for weeks now. And Rika, being several, almost eight, months pregnant was large with her baby-grown stomach and yet still beautiful.
Rika squealed again and hugged Sakura with one arm, as Dr. Terada would not let her go. Then she did the same to Syaoran. "Congrats you two! We're so happy for your guys."
They both grinned, but it was Sakura who answered, "Thank you – "
"SAKURAAA!" Toya called, catching Sakura's attention. He didn't look terribly happy, but he waved her over to the small group he stood in which included their father and a man Sakura didn't recognize.
Sakura frowned and turned back to Syaoran. She didn't want to leave his side just yet. The conflict showed on her face and Syaoran gave a soft smile.
"Go on," he encouraged her. "I won't disappear. Besides, it looks like Yamazaki is still trying to figure out how to get music started." He nudged a small table with DJ equipment close to the house.
Sakura smiled and stood on her tip-toes to brush her lips to his. Syaoran smiled against her lips, then watched her hike up her dress slightly to walk easier and make her way to her brother. He smiled at them, memorized by her. She was absolutely gorgeous. He hoped Tomoyo and Sonomi had gotten plenty of photos and videos.
A small cough caught Syaoran's attention. His head snapped back to the couple in front of him and immediately he frowned. Rika was suddenly looking down timidly to the ground, and Dr. Terada had a stern look on his face.
"While Sakura is gone," Dr. Terada began quietly, his voice very serious. "I was hoping to ask something of you."
"Yoshi," Rika mumbled, using her shortened version of his name. "Please, don't worry –
"I do worry," he stopped her quickly, his eyes wide with mixed emotions such as anger and compassion for the girl. He turned back to Syaoran, his eyes blazing. "Rika has informed me on how she became pregnant. She says you know about the man who impregnated her, correct?"
"Yes," Syaoran said cautiously. "The man left her."
"And you're a lawyer?" Dr. Terada asked hopefully. Syaoran nodded and he continued, "Then might I ask you to take on her case?"
"Yoshiyuki," Rika tried to reason again. "It's been months now. Why bother?"
"He hurt you," the man said sadly.
Rika opened her mouth to respond to that, her eyes soft and warm, but Syaoran cut in. "Rika, you can get so much out of that man. He doesn't have to marry you or anything, but you can get money to help raise this child. Probably some hefty child support." Rika looked away and Syaoran turned to the man on her arm, "I'm glad someone has talked her into it. Chiharu and I have tried."
"Oh no," the man smiled slightly. "I kind of forced her. She still doesn't want to." He paused, "So will you take up this case?"
Syaoran frowned, "I honestly would, but I'm off for a bit for Sakura's and my honeymoon. I'd rather her get this case started as soon as possible."
Dr. Terada's face fell, "Oh..."
"But..." Syaoran began and then started to skim the small crowd of people. His eyes stopped on Eriol whom was speaking to Sonomi and Tomoyo. He called him over and introduced him to both Rika and Dr. Terada. They went through the brief summary of Rika's story, and with each small part Eriol's grimace grew.
"That's disgusting," Eriol snarled once the short summary was done.
"Yes," Syaoran agreed. "But will you take Miss Sasaki on as a client?"
"Absolutely," Eriol agreed. He beckoned Tomoyo to bring him a napkin from the foods table, which was currently being set up, and took out a pen from his suit coat pocket. He scribbled down his name and office extension and handed it to Rika. He smiled warmly, "Please call me tomorrow morning. I'll schedule you in straight away and tell my boss that I am willing to take on your case."
Rika smiled timidly and thanked them, then asked Dr. Terada to escort her to a table. Her feet were hurting from the warmth of the late spring weather and the extra weight on her legs. He gladly accepted and steered her toward a table by the food.
Eriol sighed and ran a hand roughly through his tussled hair, "That's just disgusting...How can someone do such a thing?"
Syaoran didn't answer though. Instead, his eyes were glued and narrowed on his brightly blushing bride as she spoke to the man he didn't recognize. The man's hand was on her stomach, a sickly warm grin on his face.
A little green monster roared to life inside him.
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Sakura hadn't wanted to leave Syaoran's side, but with a small nudge from him she did. She smiled as she went to her brother and father. Her father was beaming and even though Toya wasn't happy about who she married, he was smiling.
Fujitaka swept his daughter into his arms and kissed her forehead, "Congratulations, Sakura. I'm so proud of you, my baby girl."
Sakura tinged pink and hugged her father back. When she pulled away she was taken by surprise by being pulled into an embrace from Toya. She gasped softly at his gesture, but returned it nonetheless.
"Even if you are married," he grumbled, "you'll always be my monster of a baby sister."
Sakura rolled her eyes, "Gee thanks, oh big brother."
Toya chuckled and pulled away, then patted her belly playfully. "Poor kid...Doomed before birth. Not only a monster, but a brat too. A 'braster'!"
Sakura scowled, "You jerk! That sounds like 'bastard', Toya."
"Hmm..." Toya mused, his eyes mischievous. "a 'monrat'?"
Sakura narrowed her eyes, then kicked him in the shin. His eyes widened, not expecting that. Her heels were small of the shoes, but the killed nonetheless. He cursed quietly under his breath.
The mysterious man standing with them gave a small laugh, "I never took you for a mean brother, Toya."
Sakura frowned and turned her head toward the voice. She definitely didn't recognize the man before her. He was tall, but not as tall as Toya. More so between Syaoran and Toya's height, maybe close to Fujitaka's. He had natural grey – he wasn't old. Probably Toya's age – hair and large eyes behind thin glasses. He was handsome, definitely, but in a cute way.
The man gave a large smile to Sakura, his face warm and welcoming. He reached out for her hand and brought it up to his lips to gently kiss the back of her hand. She took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes wide with surprise as his lips touched her skin.
"I'm honoured to meet you, Mrs. Sakura Li," he said against her skin, his eyes closed. "My name is Yukito Tsukishiro. Your brother and I are co-founders to the Kino-Tsuki Building Company."
Sakura flushed bright red, her face glowing. Not only from the man's intimate gesture, but also from her lack of knowledge of her brother's career. Sure, she had known he had founded a company that built houses – mostly for the less fortunate in third-world countries. But she hadn't known he had a partner in the business.
The man, Yukito, laid a soft kiss on her hand once more and gently dropped it. He stood back and and smiled brightly, as if missing the bright blush across Sakura's face. "Your brother speaks very highly of you, little Sakura. Oh," he paused and suddenly looked apologetic. "Is it alright for me=2 0to call you Sakura? Or would you prefer Mrs. Li?"
Sakura couldn't drop her blush. She stumbled over her words, "N-No, Mr. Tsukishiro. Sa-Sakura is fine."
Yukito smiled again and shook his head, "Then please call me Yukito, Sakura. It would only be fair."
Sakura gave a weak smile, but her face still felt as though it were burning in hot flames. She then shot a nasty glare to her brother and narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth together. "So, Toya talks about me, huh?"
"Of course," Yukito smiled, as if noticing nothing wrong. "He adores you, little Sakura. He speaks very highly of his little sister."
Sakura's head snapped back to the smiling, friendly man and she found herself smiling timidly at him. Wow, he was the complete opposite to Toya! How on earth did her brother – her stubborn, rude, narrow-minded brother – end up with the kind, polite and sensitive Yukito Tsukishiro? Sakura found herself wondering if Toya had bribed the man, but realized too quickly that Yukito didn't seem to be the kind of man to take such a bride.
"Congratulations on your wedding, Sakura," Yukito continued. "Mr. Li seems like a very nice man." His smile sank slightly and his eyes became apologetic, "I am terribly sorry for crashing this celebration. I wasn't invited, I know, but Toya convinced me to come. I was just so anxious to meet this sister he won't stop talking about!"
Sakura shook her head roughly, "Oh, no no! No, don't worry about it. The more the merrier, right?"
Toya rolled her eyes with a small 'tch'.
"Yuki, you don't need to woo her," Toya grunted. "The girl's married now and one-hundred and ten percent knocked up with the brat's kid."
"I'm not wooing her," Yukito shook his head, smiling though seeming offended. "I would never do such a thing to a taken woman such as Sakura. I am just being a gentleman, Toya."
"You ought to try it sometime," Sakura grumbled to her brother. When he shot a glare to her, she stuck her tongue out to him childishly.
"As for her being 'one-hundred and ten percent knocked up'," Yukito continued. "How can you say such a thing to little Sakura? Knocked up is such a harsh word for something so beautiful such as pregnancy and motherhood." He smiled to Sakura and reached out a hand to lay on her nearly flat stomach. His eyes grew warmer than before, "Again, congratulations. Being with child is such an amazing gift."
Sakura glowed red again. She opened her mouth to thank him, to agree with him, when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and gripped her tightly, possessively.
Sakura looked up to see Syaoran standing beside her, his gaze tightly glued onto Yukito. When Yukito smiled at him, letting his hand drop from Sakura's stomach without any shame in his face, Sakura felt Syaoran's hand tighten on her. She almost winced.
Syaoran's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, "I'm sorry. I haven't seen you before. How are you related to Sakura?"
"I'm Yukito Tsukishiro," the man smiled and held out his hand politely. "I'm Toya's business partner."
Syaoran's eyes were aflame and wouldn't move from Yukito' face. He didn't take Yukito's hand, but the man showed no resentment toward the rude action. "Ah, so you're not related?"
"No," Yukito shook his head, still smiling. "I am simply a close friend to Toya. He speaks of Sakura so much, I figured I'd meet the girl."
Syaoran's nostrils flared. He turned to his new wife, "C'mon...Lets see if Yamazaki has the DJ station up and running yet. He said he could do it, but I'm not hearing any music."
Sakura was shocked at the blazing glare in his eyes. It was angered and possessive and...jealous? She pushed down the gloating smile ready to crack along with the laugh that wanted to escape. She wrapped her arm around his waist and nodded, giving a soft smile. She stood on her tip toes and brushed her lips across his in a reassuring way.
"Let's go then," she whispered against his lips. She felt his chest rumble in a low growl and had to push down another grin.
Syaoran began leading them away from the group and toward Yamazaki's table. Though he wasn't paying any attention to the DJ system they had rented. Hell, he wasn't even at the table alone. But before Syaoran could say anything to Sakura about it, he felt her press up against him. He slowed down his walk and looked down at her, frowning in confusion.
Sakura had a wide, all-knowing smile as she slowed down to match his pace. "Mr. Li," she said in a slightly taunting voice, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."
Syaoran's eyes widened, and then narrowed as his blood boiled and his face flamed red. "What...No! No, that's absurd! Ridiculous! Completely wrong and...Ugh, No! Definitely not! How did you come up with that...that....stupidly ridiculous – "
Sakura couldn't compress her laughter anymore. It broke out and she couldn't stop it. She pulled away from Syaoran and clutched her stomach, doubling over in loud laughter. "You are! Oh my God, you so are!"
Syaoran turned a brighter shade of red, "I...Well...Shut up! That wasn't it at all!"
"Oh, you are so lying Syaoran," Sakura smirked, trying to control her laughter. If she ruined her make-up this early into the afternoon, Tomoyo would kill her. "You were so jealous."
"I didn't like how he looked at you," he mumbled, still looking away in shame and still blushing like mad. "And he was touching you...A-And you were blushing..."
"Oh Syaoran," Sakura sighed, still smiling. She walked back over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, making him looked down at her. She smiled warmly to him and pushed herself up against him to kiss the tip of his nose. "I love you. You. And I married you, not Yukito Tsukishiro."
"Not fair," he mumbled, sulking. "You didn't meet him before today. You had no choice."
Sakura rolled her eyes, then grabbed his hair roughly. He gasped, but before he could say anything she pressed her lips against his and began moving them quickly and hungrily. His eyes stayed open, wide in shock, and then slowly closed as he joined in. He rested his hands on her hips, and then began to slowly moved them down and rubbed small circles. She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him harder, making him groan back. He grabbed her ass, making her squeal.
Sakura pulled her mouth away from his, needing breath and feeling as though it was getting out of hand. Syaoran was gasping for air as well, but he kept a light hold on her hips. Sakura have an alluring smile and rested her hands safely on his chest.
"Now," she gently scolded, meeting his lust-laden eyes. "I married you, Syaoran Li. That translates to 'I love you'. Not Mr. Tsukishiro...Not that idiot Yamazaki...Not anyone else. No body, and I mean no body, can ever have my heart like you do."
A stupid, shit-eating grin spread across Syaoran's face. He pressed his lips to hers again harshly, but kept his chaste. "I was stupid. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Sakura smirked. She tapped his chest with a finger seductively, "I have to admit...It was pretty hot seeing you so jealous."
Syaoran grinned crookedly, "Oh really?"
"Mm-Hm," Sakura licked her lips and then began trailing light kisses along his jawbone. She spoke slowly against his skin, "Very...Very..." she sighed against his skin, making him tremble and take a sharp breath, "...Sexy."
Syaoran growled into her ear, "You're killing me."
Sakura gave a tinkling laugh and pulled away after feeling something hard poking her. She looked him up and down, licked her lips, then met his eyes again and winked. "Fix yourself, hun. I don't want other women staring at your goods...That's for me and me only."
Syaoran tinged pink, making Sakura laugh again. She turned and began walking away toward the DJ table, swaying her hips in the slightest way. Syaoran gave a small groan, then quickly looked around. Making sure no prying eyes were on him, he fixed his pants and jogged to join Sakura.
Chiharu was standing by Yamazaki, her cheeks flushed with the softest shade of pink. She was giggling at something and he was smiling crookedly. They were standing so close together, their hands on the table were touching.
"Oi, Yamazaki," Syaoran spoke up, making the two jump out of their own little world. "Where's the music? You said you could work this system."
Yamazaki was grinning, "Sorry man, my attention was kinda captured by something else." He looked over to Chiharu, who giggled cutely again. "I was just telling this beautiful lady about the giant caterpillars found in England."
Syaoran raised an eyebrow, "Giant caterpillars?"
"Oh yes," Yamzaki said, a glint appearing in his little bead-like eyes. "They're huge. Six feet long. They live in the sewers under London. They have over three-thousand poisonous teeth and have large, glowing yellow eyes. True monsters!"
Chiharu rolled her eyes, "You are so full of it, Takashi."
"Wait," Sakura frowned, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "So there really isn't giant bugs in England?"
The three laughed and Syaoran swung an arm around Sakura's waist. He nudged her cheek, "No, of course not."
Sakura frowned and Chiharu continued to giggle, "Oh Sakura, you're so funny."
After their laughter died down, Syaoran turned to his friend and said in a serious tone, "So, Yamazaki, music?"
"Yeah, yeah," the man said, but didn't move. His eyes were still on Chiharu and the grin was still spread across his face.
Syaoran growled, irritated, "Like, today? Now?"
Yamazaki rolled his eyes and turned back to the DJ board. "Fine, I'm on it."
Within two minutes, light music was filtering the air. Syaoran slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, handing it to Yamazaki. Yamazaki unfolded the paper and nodded, then plugged in a small mike. He tapped it, getting the attention of everyone in the yard.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began in a professional voice. "The groom would like to request a dance with his new wife. We ask you to join them."
Within seconds, a soft song began to filter through the air. Sakura frowned, not recognizing the tune. Syaoran was grinning though, and he took her hands to lead her to an open space Tomoyo had made for dancing. He pulled her against him and began to slowly dance. He had found the song months ago, having come across it accidentally on the radio. He=2 0had, of course, immediately thought of Sakura and had right away known that they'd dance to it on their wedding day. It was just too perfect; their song.
Hey love
Is that the name you're meant to have
For me to call
Look love
They've given up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall
But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me
Sakura's eyes widened as she listened to the lyrics. Her eyes began to water as she looked up to Syaoran. He was gazing down at her with such love, such adoration, she suddenly felt insignificant. As if asking herself how she had managed to get such an amazing guy for a husband.
She hugged him close and rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes and smiling warmly. She hoped he could feel just how much she loved him. She heard him sigh softly, and then his cheek was cradled against the top of her head.
Hey love
That's the name we've long held back
From the core of truth
So don't turn away now
I am turning in revolution
These are the scars that silence carved
On me
This the same place
No, not the same place
This is the same place, love
No, not the same place we've been before
During the last part, Syaoran began so sing softly in her ear, pouring out his love for her.
Hey, love
I am a constant satellite
Of your blazing sun
My love
I obey your law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me
The law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me
They waited a few moments, staying in their tight embrace, while the notes to the song died down. Then they pulled away, and both were surprised to see tears in one another's eyes. Sakura swallowed the small amount of tears ready to flow, then leaned up and kissed each of his eyelids.
"You truly are my gravity," Syaoran whispered to her, resting his forehead against hers.
"I love you," she whispered softly, almost too soft to hear.
Syaoran grinned and opened his eyes. He lifted up his head from hers and opened his mouth to speak when Sakura's eyes darted behind him and he heard a soft cough. He stiffened and turned around, keeping Sakura in his arms.
Behind him stood Yelan Li and the Mei Ling girl.
Syaoran felt a growl wanting to rise up through him; an invitation had definitely not gone out to Mei Ling.
"Hello, Xiao Lang," Yelan said emotionlessly. She didn't acknowledge Sakura. "That was a very nice ceremony."
"Thank you, Mother," he returned, gritting his teeth. He felt Sakura shift uncomfortably, obviously picking up the tension between them. "I see you've brought Miss Mei Ling with you...May I ask why?"
"There is no need for such hostility, son," Yelan scolded. "Mei Ling missed you."
His already cold eyes turned to the girl beside his mother. She was beautiful, that was surely true. She had long ebony hair and bright red-brown eyes. A true Chinese model. She was attractive...But Syaoran could never be attracted to her.
Mei Ling grinned and jumped him, wrapped her arms around Syaoran's neck as she obviously tried to fit herself between him and Sakura. "Oh, Xiao-y-poo! I've missed you so!"
Sakura stiffened. She tired to pull away, but felt Syaoran's grip on her tighten.
Syaoran tried to nudge the girl off of him, but she didn't budge. His teeth ground against each other, "Please remove yourself from me, Mei Ling."
"But I've missed you," she whined. She pulled her head away, pouting, and found his cold glare boring into her own eyes. Her pout worsened, but she loosened her grasp around his neck. She traced his lips with a small finger, "Aww, didn't you miss me?"
"No," Syaoran said firmly. "Now please yet off."
"Xiao Lang!" Yelan scolded again. "Do not speak so rudely."
Syaoran glared at his mother, "Why did you bring her, Mother?"
"She missed yo – "
"I married Sakura, dammit Mother!" He growled. "Just except it."
Sakura frowned up at Syaoran, but the Mei Ling girl's head blocked her view slightly. "What? What's going on?"
Syaoran tried to look down at Sakura, but came across the same vision problem. "My Mother here phoned me a while back, shortly after we sent out the invitations. She wishes me not to marry you."
"Xiao Lang!" Yelan fumed, "That is none of Miss Kinomoto's business."
"Mrs. Li ," Syaoran corrected. "She's my wife. She's a Li." He turned back to Sakura to continue, "Oh, and this is rich...She only wanted me to go back to China for university so I could 'find a suitable wife'. Apparently, Mei Ling here fits her bill."
"Li Xiao Lang!"
"Now," Syaoran snarled coldly, "Get off me, Mei Ling."
Frightened, Mei Ling slunk herself off of Syaoran and backed off closer to Yelan.
Sakura looked from the two women, to Syaoran, and repeated the process. Her eyes were wide with confusion and sorrow as her watery eyes met up with Syaoran's rage-filled face. "Sy-Syaoran...?"
He looked down at her, and immediately his expression softened. He sighed and leaned down to kiss her forehead, lingering there for a second. He closed his eyes, pained, and ignored the two Chinese women standing near them. He spoke softly, lovingly, against her skin. "But none of that is true, Sakura. You are more than 'suitable' to be my wife. No one can tell me whom I can love and whom to marry. You are my wife...You are my life."
"But...But if it causes troubles..." Sakura began, her voice trembling. She looked over to see the two women fuming with anger. She looked back up at Syaoran, seeing his closed eyes. Her heart broke and she reached up to touch his cheek. "I don't want to cause troubles, Syaoran."
"You. Are. My. Life," Syaoran repeated firmly to her. He opened his eyes, and amber met jade. "Please don't ever, ever, forget that."
When Syaoran looked back over, he saw the backs of Yelan and Mei Ling stor ming away from the backyard through the side gate. Syaoran grinned at this, then held Sakura close once more and began to dance again. He tried to make her forget the entire incident, even though he knew she'd probably bring it up again, eventually.
Sakura danced with many. She danced a few times with her father, twice with Toya, once with Eriol while Syaoran danced with Tomoyo, and once with Yukito. The last, of course, made Syaoran angry but she laughed it off and reminded him how 'absurd' his jealousy was.
The traditional activities were also done. When it came time to cut the cake, they cut the first piece together. They shoved a small chunk of the cake into one another's mouth, and Syaoran swooped in to lick the icing from around her mouth. Toya screamed about that, but Yukito laughed and held him back from doing anything rash to Syaoran.
Syaoran, much to his glee, also got to remove Sakura's garter. She blushed the entire time, as he propped her foot on a chair and pushed up her dress to get to the thin, lacey material. He pulled it down, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her leg. When the garter was off of her, he closed his eyes and brought the warm fabric to his nose, making Sakura blush even harder, and shoved it into his coat pocket. This earned a wolf-whistle from Yamazaki.
And after more dancing, socializing, and speeches – from Eriol as the Best Man, Tomoyo as the Maid-Of-Honour, Fujitaka and, much to Sakura's embarrassment, Toya – the night was nearing and tints of reds and oranges lit the sky.
A white limo pulled up to the house, and the party filled out to the front yard. Yamazaki and Eriol were in the middle of decorating the limo, stupid grins across their faces. The traditional cans were hanging at the end of the car to clang as they drove, and signs such as 'Just Married' and 'Newly Weds' and 'She got hers...Now he gets his' littered the rear and sides of the car.
Sakura frowned and looked up to Syaoran. It suddenly clicked into her that they had never actually discussed their honeymoon. They had never decided what they'd do and where they'd go.
Syaoran grinned down at her, loving the confusion across her face. "Ready?"
"But, where – ?"
She was cut off by his lips, earning whistling and clapping from their guests. He pulled away, another shit-eating grin across his face.
"Trust me," he breathed out.
Sakura frowned, but nodded. She quickly hugged her friends and family good-bye, then Syaoran opened the limo door for her. He took her hand and helped her in, then slid in beside her and closed the door as the driver put the car into gear.
Author's Note: Gak!! Sorry -.-'' I know I've posted this fairly late compared to past posts, but I've been EXTREMELY sick and more stressed out than ever in my life over many different things. -.- Sorry for the late update...Have had a lot on my mind.
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Next Chapter... Ohlalaa! It's honeymoon time ^.- And that can only mean one thing after three months without sex...But what does Syaoran have planned? Why won't he tell Sakura where they are going? ***LEMON ALERT NEXT CHAPTER***!