Lovers in Japan

We don't need to whisper

He regretted being such an idiot, giving her his perspectives on love and how he viewed it as absolute rubbish. No wonder he was alone. His immaturity got the best of him and he had convinced himself that he was a stranger to love. He only felt that way because he had never felt loved.

He left the garden and advanced to the kitchen. He placed the empty bottle of bear on the counter. Then disheveled his hair. "I can't tell her that I've fallen in love with her, I can never tell her that." He told himself "What am I going to do about these feelings that…"

"So you're back." A voice interrupted his train of thought.

Syaoran slowly looked up, the blood from his face disappearing. It was him, the one person that stirred many feelings within him. He was wearing a suit, he had grey hair, a strong jaw line and thin lips. He was Syaoran's height. He half smiled "Good evening father."

"I didn't think you would be joining us."

"Why not? She is my sister."

He chuckled "You missed your other sisters wedding, remember?"

"That was not on purpose." He paused, his father had always seen him as the 'bad child' 'the black sheep' of the family. It was no surprise; Syaoran had put no effort in proving him wrong…up to now.

"Oh really, just like everything else you do." He said with a harmless smile. His father could hardly be called a bad person, but he was strict and he had so many expectations from his only son who failed to meet any of them.

Syaoran brushed off the reply, he was now used to this. He was wondering if it was the right time to introduce him to Sakura, things might be awkward between Sakura and Syaoran since he attempted to kiss her and failed dismally to deny it.

He sighed, it had to be done "There is someone I'd like you to meet."

His father's lips curled up and he simply laughed quietly.

"Can this wait, I'm meeting up with your grandfather in fifteen minutes."

"But you just got here."

He gave Syaoran a knowing nod "I know, I'll be here the whole day."

And he left.

This was typical of his father. Syaoran always felt like he had to make appointments to spend time with him. The house was now empty; the rest of the family had gone to out. His thoughts became intolerably loud. It was just him, Sakura and the maid.

His stomach grumbled, he put his hand on his stomach. "Sakura must me hungry too." He muttered "But knowing her she's probably too shy to come downstairs and say so."

He went upstairs and slowly opened the door.

"Sakura." He said softly. She appeared to be sleeping. The room was dim and he feared that the light seeping from the open door would interrupt her.

He walked into the room and closed the door. The moonlight shone through the light white curtain.

He slowly walked to his side of the bed, she did not move. He turned to look at her, in peaceful slumber she lay. Her check pressed against her hand. He reached out to touch her but his hand stopped halfway. He immediately turned away, embarrassed. What if she had woken up, what would he have said?

He sat there motionless for a split second.

"Syaoran." She said his name her voice softening right at the end. In that instance he wished he was the pillow she was lying on just so he could touch her face. His face turned bring yet and he muttered "what is it?"

She sat up "I was going to ask you the same thing."

He swallowed hard, since when did being around her make him feel uneasy. "You hungry?" finally the right words.

"Very."

He stood up "Well, grab your coat we're eating out."

"What about your family?"

"They're not home, we haven't sat at the table together in a long time."

She slowly stood up; she ambled to the suitcase that was spread open in the middle of the room.

"Give me a second, it's somewhere."

A short silence settled in, and then Syaoran leaned against the door, his hands in his pocket. "So where do you want to go eat."

She tucked her hair behind her ear, looked at him for a second then returned to her previous task "I don't know…you're the one good at this."

"Do you like Italian?" He felt like a high school boy trying to woo the coy object of his desire.

"I've never had Italian." She pulled out a yellow cardigan which perfectly suited the look she was trying to portray, young and innocent. She adjusted the sleeve "I'm ready."

"It's really good. Let's go."

They walked to his car in the garage. "About earlier…" he was lost for words, what was his excuse again.

She waved her hand "forget it, I over reacted. I forget how silly you can be."

Syaoran's jaw slightly dropped, Sakura, busy fastening her seatbelt did not notice "You think I'm silly."

She nodded "You're always joking around. You carry this mischievous smug on your face."

"It's not intentional."

"That's why I like being around you, we can just goof around." She playfully hit his shoulder.

Syaoran chuckled like an idiot.

He started the engine and muttered "goof around?" he hated how it sounded, even coming from his mouth.

It turned out that the Italian restaurant had closed out and they had to settle for a less glamorous restaurant. There was a bar downstairs and upstairs the restaurant. They sat outside by the balcony on the second floor. They had just finished their food and both stared aimless in the distance, then Syaoran withdrew. He folded his arms over the table "My father's back." He said bluntly.

She looked at him elated "Really? You don't look too happy."

"It's one of those thing but I want to introduce you to him."

Sakura took a quick sip of her drink "Oh yeah, the reason why you and I are engaged. You want a share in his company. But Syaoran what does us being engaged have to do with your father's company, you haven't explained it to be properly and I wasn't convinced."

"He said that I can get a share of his company once I decide to settle down."

"But you're not settling down." She told him.

"I know he will still give me the company anyway, as long as we're her."

"You're so sure of yourself."

He nodded then smirked.

"Syaoran, why can't you work your ass off like everyone else." Sakura immediately covered her mouth "Sorry…that was uncalled for."

He chucked "You're still doing that whole 'I'm sorry thing' around me."

"Sorry." She apologized once more.

Syaoran was quiet after that; she had a very good point. Why couldn't he work hard? Why was it that he had to have everything handed to him on a silver platter?

She took another sip "Don't listen to me…I don't know what I'm talking about."

His eyes rose and he said softly "I've never thought of it that way. No one has ever said that to me."

Sakura wrinkled her nose, she felt as though she was cruel and such a big mouth.

"You're right." He suddenly said.

"I am."

He nodded "Yeah, my great grandfather started his own company, by himself. No body gave it to him, he worked his ass off."

"Where would you start?"

"I don't know right now." He bit the fingernail of his thumb "Sakura, I think I'm unto something."

She smiled at him "I'm happy for you."

He smiled back at her "We should celebrate."

She released a short giggle "Sure." She said sarcastically.

"I'm serious." He called the waiter. "What the strongest alcoholic beverage you have on your menu."

Sakura's mouth slightly opened "You're driving remember."

"We'll take a taxi back."

"Syaoran…"

"You look worried, it's just alcohol."

A part of Sakura told her that this was not a good idea but when he smiled at her she bit back that feeling and nodded "Okay, just this once."

"I've been dying to get you drunk." He spoke his thoughts out loud.

"You're scaring me."

"I bet you were staring to think that I'm a good guy." He had a mischievous smug on his face.

"There it is, that look." She said.

The first thing the waiter brought to them was a shot. "Why is it such a small glass."

"Because it's very strong."

She looked at it then at him "Drink it." He insisted.

She slowly picked it up with her hands and took a quick sip.

He laughed. Sakura's made a face "It's horrible."

"Just drink it down. Quickly."

Sakura did as he told her, it was no better. But the when Syaoran burst into laughter she couldn't help but laugh along with him and the next thing she knew, she was pulling Syaoran's hand and begging him to dance with her.

"I love this song. I haven't heard it in like forever." She told him her eyes wide open. "Let's go down stairs."

He loved this side of her, a side that only he had the opportunity to witness. They went down stair and he pulled her into his arms. "Try to keep up." She teased him.

He spun her around "I'm an astounding dance."

She let his hand go and slowly took off her cardigan. She started to shake her hips and mover her hands a little. Then she ran them through her hair singing the lyrics of the song "I'll keep you my dirty little secret!!" She pointed at him and made flirtatious facial expressions at him.

Syaoran laughed, then took her back into his arms. The rest of the evening was even more enjoyable. They took part in karaoke and won and had a few more drinks. The conversations did not make sense but the company was good and Sakura could not deny that she was having fun.

They left the bar 2 in the morning. "it's still so early." Sakura said failing to walk properly.

They sat in the back of the cab. She leaned her head on his shoulders "I can't believe I'm drunk, will I be fine tomorrow morning? Will I?" she sounded paranoid.

"Hangovers aren't that bad."

"At least I didn't do anything rational and stupid."

Syaoran chuckled, and then Sakura burst into giggled "Pretend I didn't say that." She leaned on his shoulder.

The returned to the mansion. They slowly opened the front door, both trying not to bump into anything.

Syaoran nearly knocked over a jar and Sakura bumped into a table "Ouch…Syaoran let's just turn on the lights."

"No, if my father see us, he'll freak."

Syaoran spoke too soon, because standing in the foyer was his father in his pajamas with a glass of water in his hands. He reached for the light.

"Oh, it's you." He said unmoved "You don't need to whisper Syaoran. You've done this one too many times."

"I'm sorry." Syaoran said "I…"

"Why are you so hard on him?" Sakura interrupted.

Syaoran gasped. "Sakura, don't."

"And who are you?" Syaoran's father asked unwaveringly.

Sakura walked in front of Syaoran "I am Kinomoto Sakura, Syaoran's friend, secretary, lover and most of all, I'm his fiancé. Right honey?" she turned to look at Syaoran for a second.

Syaoran slapped his face, it was too late to stop her.

"Syaoran is a great guy, sure I was like you once, I thought he was selfish, immature, inconsiderate, arrogant, irresponsible….did I mention selfish."

"What's your point." He laughed, he thought she was just trying to be funny.

"My point is, he's none of those things. He cares, have you ever considered that maybe he only does these things to get your attention? I've spent so much time with him and he's amazing, a little rough on the edges." She chuckled, she was no longer sounding like she was drunk "Give him a chance, he'll surprise you."

The man nodded his head the dismissed Sakura with his eyes "You're sisters wedding is tomorrow, make sure you can get out of bed."

"Yes sir." Syaoran said.

When Syaoran's father disappeared, Sakura looked at Syaoran and asked "Did that help."
"I don't need you fighting my battles for me."

"You ungrateful…" she muttered then sighed "Syaoran, I was just trying to help and blame it on the alcohol." She said in a soft innocent voice.

"You are never drinking again." He shook his head "I've created a monster."

"You're breaking my heart." She said jokingly.

"Well you broke mine." He told her in a serious meaningful tone.

She turned her face on the side and said "You broke mine first."

Syaoran took a deep breath. He covered his mouth and tried to think. He half smiled "This is what I like about you Sakura, we can just goof around." He tried to keep a straight face.

She nodded agreeably and they went upstairs.

They walked into their bedroom and Sakura turned on the light. She struggled to walk all the way up to the bed. She lay in the middle of the bed on her back. He short white dress rode all the way up her thighs And Syaoran could see her pink knickers. He blushed then turned bright red feeling perverse. He turned his glance away from her.

"Sakura, um…pull your dress above your thighs." He felt awkward, a rush of desire ran through his veins.

She quickly sat up and did as he asked. "You were staring." She said her cheeks flushed "You were?"

He shook his head "I was not."

"Sure." She got out from bed "You are the worst liar."

"Sakura…"

Suddenly her index finger was over his lips "Shh, I know what's going on in that head of your."

He laughed "Really."

"You want to kiss me. You tried to kiss me before."

Syaoran was like a red neon light "But…I…" he stuttered.

"Not even if my hair was on fire and you were the last bucket of water."

"I don't want you, you're starting to get a big head."

"I learn from the best."

They were both quiet. She slowly slid her index finger away from his face.

"Shit." She muttered when she realized that she was caught in his embrace.

"You're so cute when you swear." He leaned in and he kissed her.

She kissed him back, pulling him closer. "We can't." she muttered into his lips yet she could not stop.

He reluctantly broke the kiss "we can't." his heart was beating so fast. He touched her lips with his fingertips and she quivered under his touch. She kissed his, running her hands through his hair. It felt like something he had wanted for so long, a void inside him seed to have instantly been filled. He was wanted to open the zip of her dress and throw her on his bed but something about that idea didn't feel right. He had too much respect for Sakura to allow her to lose her virginity to him in drunken sex. He held her shoulders and pulled pushed her away

"Let's stop now."

He looked into her hungry eyes, he had never wanted anyone the way he did her in that moment.

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R&R. It's short but rate it anyway. Thnx and Happy Holidays. Btw I do not own ccs. And I am deeply sorry for the errors. I'll hire someone to fix them for me because I never spot. I think I see what I want to see.