A few weeks back, Syaoran and I found this awesome new place for all of us to live instead of under a bridge.
Today, its none too shabby. We found some old furniture behind the house and lugged it inside. There was a
couch that when properly dusted, was quite usable, a couple of coffee tables in amazing condition, a lounging
chair and a bunch of massive pillows. Luckily, most of this stuff was under a tarp and was not damaged by the
weather. I called it home. It was the closest thing I've had for a long time.
To some people, home was just a place to take your shoes off at night and drink away your problems. To
others, like us, home was not just a roof over our heads, it was sharing it with the people you care about and
want to spend time with. I think the only people who didn't feel this way among us was Takashi and Risa. They
seemed to be on a trip where everything had to be perfect and if it wasn't, they weren't happy. Well screw them.
You take what you get, one of the first rules of street life. Somehow, among all the daily scavenging, we found
time to make the place more homely and found a way to feed all of us; me and Syaoran, Takashi and Risa,
Tomoyo and Eriol, and Suppi and Kero, who turned out to be a mutt that wouldn't grow any taller than the
bottom of my knee. And somewhere along the line…something happened. I have know idea what it is, and I
don't like not knowing things. I suppose I get it from being new to the whole English language. When people
would talk behind my back and I would have little to no idea of what they were saying kind of peeved me to no
end. But this wasn't like that. For some reason, for the past few weeks, about a week before we came here, so I
suppose it would be about a month ago that this started…Ahh I digress, Anyway. About a month ago, Risa's
constant devotion to Syaoran began to upset me highly. And when I would wake up in the morning, I would be
unusually happy to see him. Now, every time he talks to me or looks at me, I get this crazy weird feeling in my
stomach. Like, some midget punching me in the stomach several times to annoy me. Or like…my stomach was a
cage with a million birds fluttering around inside. Its an odd sensation, really. But what gets me is one; I
seriously am developing an unadulterated loathing of Risa and two; I have no idea why. And I hate that.
Today was Friday, the day where we scavenge and pilfer for the entire day until the sun sets and then as
soon as it gets dark, we go back and eat, saving the rest for the weekend. A couple of months back we decided
that Saturday and Sunday would be days where we do absolutely nothing and catch up on sleep and whatnot.
So Friday is our ' bring in the mother load' day. Well that's what I call it at least. Everyone else calls it Friday. I
woke up to a barely burning fire and Syaoran's gaping, slightly snoring face about two inches from mine. I felt
my face instantly heat up. Hmm. Awkward. So I rolled over and stood up, pulling the blankets, which acted as
makeshift curtains, off the windows and doused the fire, nudging Syaoran with my foot as I walked past, smiling
as he rolled over and stared at me with a watery and terribly groggy expression. He sat up and placed an arm in
front of his eyes, letting them adjust to the light. I realized I was staring at him. Creepy. Rushing away, I kicked
Risa hard so she was now semi-permanently in pain and did the same with Takashi, mainly cause I didn't like
him. Eriol woke up on his own and shook Tomoyo lightly. I smiled at that. It was pretty obvious that they liked
each other, I was just waiting for them to admit it. Syaoran and I had bets going as to when it will happen.
Whoever wins will get the other persons food for one meal. I hope I win, cause people have learned that getting
between me and my food was probably not the best idea, I normally bite them. Yea, its not pretty, but I get really
hungry and depend on my limited amount of food to sedate me for the time being.
After about 20 minutes, we all had basically woken up and were heading out of the door. I picked up Kero
and hoisted him up under my arm, Kero had become another ploy of mine. I've learned that people cant resist
helping a poor little girl and her puppy. And since we try not to go beg at the same door twice, nobody ever
realizes what the hell it is were trying to pull. Syaoran and I were the last ones to leave the house, so we closed
the door and arranged it so it looked as if nobody had been there. As soon as that was done, we headed down
the street, my stomach feeling like it could probably take flight any minute. We had been out for a couple of
hours by the time we had stashed a couple of sacks of food under the old bridge. We kept food there until it was
about time to turn in, where upon we would go back for it and head on home.
There had been a small fruit stand set up on the corner of one of the busiest streets in New York and I was
bloody determined to get at least one orange. I do so love them, so sweet and at the same time tart enough to
make your face scrunch up like a retarded fish. I pointed the stand out to Syaoran, who decided it was a good
idea to grab some fruit and we began to make our way across the street. It was then that Kero decided that it
would be a good time to torment the pigeons. And me, being worried that he would get hit by a car, was stupid
and dove after him, successfully managing to one; stuff him back under my arm, two; do a perfect face plant into
the pavement, and three; roll into the fruit stand vendor, who felt so bad for me that he put some assorted goods
in a bag and gave it to me, free of charge. Well then. Syaoran panicked and came running over to me, who was
on the sidewalk wiping her eyes of tears and then also panicking because my left cheek was profusely bleeding.
He knelt down and sighed, a small grin playing across his lips. Damn, there was nothing funny about this, and
yet I found myself smiling only because he was. He took my face in his hand and turned it to the side, measuring
the extent of the damage. Apparently I had managed to break of a piece of the leg of the fruit cart and not only
had a huge gash running from the bottom of my left ear to about halfway down my chin, I had the amazingly
large hunk of wood that chipped off embedded in my skin. That and my stomach was doing cartwheels while my
face decided to become a pyromaniac and catch fire. He poked at the wound lightly, earning a hiss to escape my
lips and more tears come to my eyes and sighed. "Ouch" he muttered, running his thumb across my cheek
soothingly. Damn it! Why the hell did he have to make me feel like this!! He sighed and stood up, holding his
hand out to me and helped me up. But for some reason when I was on my feet, though staggering slightly, he
didn't let go of my hand. "Come on. Lets get back to the house and fix that. Though I cant guarantee that it
wont hurt a bit." he said, nodding to the vendor and sliding his arm around my waist, leading me back through
the crowded streets.
"OWWW!!" I bellowed as Syaoran carefully pulled the huge hunk of bloody wood from my face. He sighed, and
flung it into the trash across the room. I whimpered, not caring anymore if I cried and let the tears roll freely. You
have no idea of how painful getting a chunk of wood ripped from your face is. Turning around, Syaoran grabbed
one of his tank tops and some white tape and sighed, ripping the bottom of the shirt and folding it a few times.
He dipped it in water and ran it across my face, then took another shred of fabric and pressed it against my
cheek, securing it with the white tape. I watched as the blood soaked through the shirt and wondered what on
earth my face looked like. A few minutes later, the tears subsided and I looked at my reflection in a mirror that
was laying broken in the hallway. The swatch of fabric on my face had turned a light pink, the whole left side of
my face scratched here and there, making me look like something out of a horror film. I sighed and returned to the
main room, where Syaoran was throwing the old ripped shirt in the fireplace for fuel later and watched as he
turned to face me. Expression-less for a moment, I was surprised that he smiled at me.
"Its not as bad as you think. It'll be fine" he said, walking over to me and rubbing my head, his fingers pulling
through my hair.
"Now come on, we have a little more getting to do before we go to the bridge, kay?" he said, talking to me
sweeter than he normally did. I nodded as he took my hand again, static running through my veins, and led me
out the door, still not letting go. It was then that something clicked. And it hit me like a lead balloon. Everything I
had been feeling, all the hatred towards Risa and all the stomach stuffs, wasn't because I was sick, or that I was
pissed at Risa for no reason. Though I wish it were because the truth smacked me in the face so hard, I think my
mom felt it. I liked Syaoran.
Short chapter I know, sorry! But I really wanted this to be one of those short, sweet and to the point things.
Anyways, HUZZAH!! We gots ourselves a crush! Hee! Poor Sakura though. That was brought to you by a
personal experience. Its not pleasant. Quite painful actually. Ahh, but I digress, anyways! Hope you liked it
and Review please!
And Until Next time!
Ja!
Kirra