My Lover, I mean Roommate!
By: Irui
Standard Disclaimer Applied
Summary: /AU/ Eriol never told me that my new roommate was a guy! I just moved into a new apartment and guess what I "said" to him? "I love you." Who's the roommate? None other than Li Syaoran. Do I love him? HELL NO! Or do I? As time passes, I don't even know anymore…
A/N: I rate things according to suggestive themes and language. :) So if you can't take the foul language or is underage, please refrain from reading this chapter immediately, since in real life, people do curse, so it's only fit if I add it when the situation deems "appropriate."
And, thank you SO MUCHIES for all the wonderful reviews!
"Oh my god! Sex at—looks at clock on the wall—5:15 in the afternoon?! What the bloody hell?!" A lady complained to her husband because she dumped a whole bottle of salsa into what she was cooking by accident when the scream erupted from upstairs.
"SHIT!" Her husband yelled as he spilled the hot soup on himself when he too, heard the loud piercing scream.
Oh, who are they you ask?
Just some downstairs neighbors.
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Sakura's POV
My scream lasted for…umm… 10 seconds? Who knows?
"My fucking god! Can you please tune down your voice?!" Syaoran tried yelling over my very high-pitched scream as he instantly covered his ears as an attempt from getting his eardrums broken.
My throat felt dry and itchy after screaming, but I felt much better mentally! So I stopped screaming and closed my mouth.
"Ok, let's make this clear. I do not LOVE you or LIKE you in any way, ok?" I rasped a bit husky due to my now sore throat.
"Oh really?" He asked huskily, making his voice more seductive than it already was—I meant UGLY! Syaoran approached me slowly, trying to back me up to the wall, which he successfully did, may I add.
"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered out.
"What do you think, Sakura-chan?" Syaoran leaned into me, brushing his nose onto mine, his lips NEARLY touching mine, and then…
I kneed him HARD where the sun doesn't shine.
Smiles wickedly. That'll teach him not to mess with Sakura Kinomoto! "Serves you right!"
"FUCK!" Syaoran yelled out in pain as he clutched his umm… you-know-where and crouched down low.
Ok, maybe I kicked him a little too hard.
I walked over to the couch and sat down facing the plasma television. PLASMA TELEVISION.
If he has a plasma, someone tell me why he's living in this run-down apartment?
"Didn't anyone tell you that I was coming back today?" I asked him as I looked around, being as casual as if nothing just happened.
He said something incoherent, probably because of the pain. "What?"
"Y-yes, Eriol."
"Then how come you're dressing in THAT attire, running around OUR apartment?"
"Habit?"
"…"
I dragged my luggage into my room. It wasn't hard to find considering he labeled (SEXY—let's ignore this) SYAORAN on his. There were only two other rooms. One being the bathroom and the other is obviously mine. And the kitchen was accessible through another door from the living room.
I opened my door and there was a decent queen size bed with pink bed sheets. A L-desk stood at the corner of the room with the window and air conditioner next to it. A small nightstand was next to my bed, perhaps to take up space. Some picture frames of Tomoyo and me, some books and a pen/pencil holder decorated the surface of the desk and basically that was it. I didn't have that much left in my old apartment anyways, considering I went on trip and took most of my clothing and my precious life: the laptop. Internet is my life. Without it equals no communication to people and also nothing to watch or read fanfiction! I know…my life is that sad. So don't even start on it. My love life?
Well, Tomoyo tried setting me up a few times, some I went, some I had no knowledge that I was even being set up…shut up! I'm NOT THAT STUPID OR SLOW.
Where was I?
…Oh yea. Right… the memories.
Once there was this guy with black hair and blue eyes who was supposed to meet me at a small restaurant, but you see, he didn't even get to sit down as his cologne was way too intoxicating that I nearly died inhaling it. Enough said—end of that story.
Then there was this time where Tomoyo told me to meet her at the park. While waiting for her to arrive (which in the end, she didn't), I saw this cute cat owned by pretty lady and I petted it. Then "the guy" came and he chose that day to walk his dog (weird guy—sweat drops—). Problem is, cats and dogs don't get much along do they? Therefore, the conclusion ended up with the dog chasing the cat instead and he had to chase the dog and the owner had to chase the cat. By the time they got their pets back, they had already arranged a date. How sweet. Honestly, I wasn't sad, not when I knew that Tomoyo tried to set me up.
Guess what happened afterwards! I made Tomoyo promise me to have her video camera to be off-limits for a WHOLE week! You see, my best friend has this habit of video taping me. The only other time that she couldn't use her video camera was when Eriol had a crush on her and he got "the "j" word." Yes! Because of me nonetheless. I'm not a lesbian and I highly doubt Tomoyo is either—considering she's his fiancé now! Do I even look like one? I did have a boyfriend before, SHEESH! When I was in high school, I had a date for Prom…that counts right?
(Gives a look of hope.)
…Fine. Sheesh. You're so mean. —Sniffle—
So they ended up as a couple when he admitted he was jealous. Boy, was I happy. One, for my best friend to find her mate of her life and two, no taping me for two whole weeks! Hey! It's not fun when it feels that you're every move is recorded; it makes me feel insecure, despite the fact that I did get used to her video camera around me, I can't help but feel "exposed" somehow. But Tomoyo doesn't need to know that.
I unpacked some personal things also known as clothing into my built-in closet. Then I went out to the kitchen because I was hungry. WHAT? It's nearly dinnertime…considering when do you eat dinner. But to me, I hardly had anything since lunch and that was about six hours ago, anything would've been digested. Right?
Ok, the kitchen, must I tell you about it? It's like any lame old kitchen, sink, oven, stove, refrigerator. Descriptions? Ummm… metallic color sink, white, black? Does that help?
Syaoran? He disappeared, probably to his room.
I grabbed an apple, washed, chew, bite, whatever since I didn't feel like cooking up anything. After satisfying my tummy for a slight while, I sat down on the comfy couch and flipped through the channels, but there was nothing to watch.
Bored and tired, I went to my room and grabbed my pink towel that had bunnies on it. (KAWAII NE?) Then I went to my closet for some casual clothing, just a pink shirt and night pants. I went to the bathroom and showered, enjoying the warm water bouncing onto me and I closed my eyes, freeing myself of any thoughts.
After my refreshed event, my tummy was rumbling again! So I went to the kitchen, attempting to cook up something. So here's what I did, I put on an apron and started to take out materials for tonight's dinner. A dish of pasta with ve-geta-bles (what? I like pronouncing it that way so shush!), and chicken. CHICKEN PIE TOO! Sounds decent…I think.
So I cooked away!
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Syaoran's POV
I smelled something burning, so I went out to the dinner table and saw… a glob of melted plastic-ish unidentified material… or if in better terms, what you call an attempt at cooking pasta… That better not be my dinner. Vegetables that are chopped into odd shapes…rectangles, circles, triangles, rhombus… Okay… Then, there were pieces of…very BURNT meat was lying next to the vegetables. This is SOO not a decent dinner.
Then I made my way to the kitchen.
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Sakura's POV
Shut up! I know I can't cook.
I was spraying water on the burning meat. The last one didn't turn out good, so I'd thought I try again. You see, I have a fear for TAPE WORMS (name someone that likes 'em and I'll jump into the river). They scare me to no end. Though I've never had nightmares, but they sounded sooo scary and I don't want to die yet! So… I tend to overcook things a lot—better than raw, right? My cutting skills really suck too. I'M NOT KIDDING. They come out in odd shapes, once it shaped of a very mini keyboard… give me credit for creativity? Ahehe.
Ding!
My CHICKEN PIE IS READY! So I took it out of the oven and I nearly slipped on the wet ceramic floor.
And another bad habit I have when cooking is the kitchen appearance comes out… beautifully afterwards.
Water spilled on the floor along with other cooking kitchenware. Vegetable remains were splat on the kitchen wall and floor. You see, I was dropping pieces of meat into the oil of the wok and it seemed it was going to burn me so I threw whatever that was in my hand by accident. Pans and other kitchenware and dishware were either lying on the ground or somewhere near the stove. It wasn't THAT BAD. Trust me. I'll clean this up before Syaoran knows anything and it'll look as good as NEW!
And Syaoran had to ruin my hopes of getting away with this by entering the kitchen right now.
His eyes bulged out like big rocks when he saw the mess.
"Umm…I saw a rat?" I tried my luck and his menacing glare answered me.
"…At least I have dinner—I was referring to the pie—!" I stepped forward to show him "my masterpiece"… and slipped and well, I regained my balance by gripping on the refrigerator handle just in time. But my chicken pie!!! -sniffle- There goes my dinner… Anime tears spilled down my cheeks rapidly.
SPLAT.
I closed my eyes and turned away. Then when I opened them, well, the outcome wasn't that bad. I mean, it only hit Syaoran's left cheek. And OH GOD. That was HOT TOO! –someone whispering- Not sexy hot you PERVS! Sheesh! I mean hot-hot, I mean—oh forget it! His face…is just a tad bit red. No big deal right? Of course not! It just looks like someone slapped him, though odd shape… punched him then. I really wanted to laugh. I'm sorry, please don't hurt me! You know, it's kind of sadistic, I'm feeling the desire to laugh when he's HURT…(not really…but you get the point) But then again, you're the same, right?
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STOP DOING THAT TO ME!
But I can't help it, his face looks so…
And I laughed.
Syaoran picked up the frying pan (it was closest to him) threateningly. "SAKURA!"
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And the man living downstairs sprayed water over his wife's face when he heard yet another scream. He smiled faintly and sheepishly. "Sorry dear."
"People are so horny these days! Can't they do this LATER?" She yelled on top of her lungs.
"Then we'd have no sleep…"
Narrowed eyes.
"Or we could always do it too…"
Glare. Slap.
Well, at least Syaoran wasn't the only guy who has a red mark on the face right now.
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/rui