My Lover, I mean Roommate! Chapter 6, a card captor sakura fanfic

My Lover, I mean Roommate!

By: Irui

Disclaimer: Don't own Card Captor Sakura.

Author's Notes: Thank all of you who reviewed. Sorry to confuse you, I said "weird" as in the way I'm making Sakura fall in love (?): drabbles-style—yes I find that weird. Some of them are actually connected in some way… And sorry for a late update, I found this chapter hard to write and recently, it was the "finals" time of the year. T.T

Whole blue line bar is change of scene/day. Two small lines are "some time later that day."

Ne wayz, on with the long awaited chapter:

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…Twelve Days with an Angel…

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The fourteenth of December—day one

Clouds

"That one looks like a teddy bear." A delicate and pale index finger pointed up to the blue sky with cotton made clouds.

"It looks like the one I'm missing." Syaoran stated, while resting on the green grass of the park on his left hand.

Sakura looked at Syaoran curiously. "Did you ever find it?"

"No." Syaoran said plainly.

Sakura rolled her eyes in disbelief and then she resumed "cloud-watching" with Syaoran.

"That looks like a bunny." Sakura remarked, giggling.

"That looks like an octopus."

"Look, look! Over there! A heart!"

Suddenly, a "plane" zoomed by leaving "SxS" in the air.

A vein popped out of Sakura's forehead and Syaoran tried hard not to laugh.

"You didn't…by any chance have anything to do with this, do you?" She said, fury evident in her voice, her temperature boiling, eyes closed and a clenched fist, shaking in the air, ready to punch the daylights out of someone.

"Hey, you were the one who wanted to "cloud-gazing." He retorted.

"Oh yea." And all the possibilities of Syaoran interference with this dispersed.

Syaoran inwardly smirked as he closed his eyes, resting peacefully on a Saturday afternoon.

The fifteenth of December—day two

The Wedding Planning

Dingdong.

Grumble. Grumble.

Dingdong.

Twist. Turn.

Dingdong.

Two sleepyheads sat up, annoyed much to their displeasure by the stupid doorbell.

"Get the door…honey." And with that, one plopped back down to his wonderful slumber.

Dingdong.

And Sakura forced herself to go open the crummy apartment door. But before she reached the doorknob, the door was already barged open as someone was too impatient.

"SAKURA-CHANNN!" Tomoyo exclaimed, looking around for her best friend.

"Sakura-chan?"

"Tomoyo dear…you're…stepping on the door…and her." Eriol said.

(Imagine a door over two arms and two legs sticking out.)

After the "run over" Sakura's door incident…

Sakura had two bandages on the right side of her forehead, one overlapping the other making an "x." The door…well…let's just say they temporary taped it.

"What are you doing here at—looks at clock on wall—8 in the morning?"

"Well, Eriol and I decided to drop by and ask you to help our wedding planning and let me do some…ROOM DECORATING!!!" Tomoyo exclaimed and then happily skidded off to Sakura's room. Sakura yawned.

"Oh sure…feel fre—WHAT?! WAIT TOMOYO!" The realization that Syaoran was still in her room (and still haven't awoke to the loud noise) hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Hey Sakura! What's this life-size decoration doing in your room?" (Tomoyo knew that Syaoran lived with Sakura in the same house but she didn't know they shared the same bed.)

"That's—"

Poke.

"Sakura…" emitted from the "decoration."

Flying birds from nearby trees scattered by the impact of a loud ear-deafening scream.

Tomoyo nods as Syaoran explains everything to her.

"Oh! That's so —covers ears— KAWAII!" Huge stars pops out from her amethyst eyes. Without any warning, she grabbed her handbag and took out wedding "material" and dumped it onto the table in the living room. Out spilled books, magazines of dresses, fabrics, flowers, and whatever. And a particular dress caught Syaoran's eye.

"Hey, this would look nice on Sakura!"

Tomoyo looked at the dress. "YES! And with this type of flowers—points—and this would look good on you—flips, points—and we should have this for the reception—and…" She goes on and on and apparently only Syaoran was really paying attention and he nodded to the details.

Sakura turned to her side looked at Eriol with an expression of two lines for her eyes and a thin disapproving line for her mouth. "I thought we were supposed to plan your wedding." She remarked.

Eriol slumped into his chair and watched as his fiancé go into "Tomoyo's wedding plans for Sakura world," and he replied, "I thought so too."

"Hey Sakura?" Syaoran asked.

"Yea?" Sakura answered him with a flat out bored voice, knowing that she would have to answer a wedding related question.

"What happened to the door?"

An unexpected "boom" emitted as the duck taped door fell onto the apartment floor…again.

"Ahehe…long story…why don't Eriol tell you?"

Eriol sent Sakura a glare.

The sixteenth of December—day three

Rain

"Syaoran…" Sakura said in a bored tone. Her hands were folded on top of the kitchen table and her head rested on them. Some of her auburn hair sprayed onto the table while the larger portions remained at her backside. Her emerald gems focused dully on the dark and gloomy weather outside and the splats of water on their kitchen window, droplets leaking down the square frame.

"Hmm?" He asked, eyes still scanning through the black and white newspaper.

"Make the rain go away. I can't do anything with the roaring rain outside."

Syaoran flipped the rough paper to the next page and stated the fact that, "You're not even doing anything."

Sakura groaned as her hands dug into her hair in frustration, all the while, making it messy. "Still, it's getting on my nerves! When will it stop!?"

As if on cue, the rain poured harder. Syaoran smirked in response as Sakura buried her head deeper into her arms that rested upon the kitchen table. He suddenly put down the newspaper and got up, going to his room in silence. Sakura didn't give a care to his actions as she made faces to the window, gradually sticking her tongue out as if that will make the rain halt.

FLASH

"What!" Sakura sat up straight, a bit frightened from the sudden blinding of light. She saw Syaoran grinning as he viewed the freshly taken picture on his digital camera.

"HEY! Gimmee that camera!" Sakura stood up and walked over to the retreating Syaoran who held the device mockingly in his hands. She reached for it, once, twice, thrice, unsuccessful in retrieving the picture he took.

Syaoran chuckled at the small frame of the young lady, who is unable to reach the device he's holding up with his tall frame.

"Mou!!!" She pouted as her hands dropped to her sides, somewhat in defeat, clearly unsatisfied with the results. Then Sakura's mouth tugged upward as her hands reached up, seemingly for the technological device, but midway, her arms reached its true goal: to wrap around Syaoran's neck and pull him into a shocking kiss.

Syaoran snaked his free arm around her slim waist, savoring the moment. His other arm slowly dropped back down and then when Sakura was able to get access of it, he gave a surprise of his own, throwing the device onto the couch. Sakura broke free of the lip contact.

Her eyes narrowed in anger as her plan failed. "I loathe you." She hissed out dangerously.

Syaoran chuckled amusedly, "I love you too."

And then they made a dash for the couch.

The seventeenth of December—day four

Invitations

Window's Live ID:—wouldn't you like to know?— KuraKura

Password: xxxxxxxx

Inbox. You have 2 unread messages.

Click.

Subject: Invitation

From: SyaoKura —fumes—

Sent: Tue 12-17-xx 12:07 PM

To: KuraKura

HI BELOVED! –twitch-

You probably find it weird that I'm emailing you instead of telling you in person, but I just got the message now and (you're currently out at lunch while I'm working my ass off T.T) I probably would forget to tell you later with all the paperwork on my desk.

Meiling invites you to a Christmas Party that she's hosting on Christmas. Bring a present(s) to those who you want to give to -particularly naming me-.

Location: The North Pole with the Penguins Hotel (A/N: this is OBVIOUSLY made up…though I do like the name… :D)

Time: 6:00 PM

Dressing: To your preference—but preferably a dress.

With hugs and kisses, —Ew…hugs…ok. Kisses…I'll pass.—

Syaoran

P.S: You can forget about murdering me later tonight, I have a business deal tonight so cook whatever (preferably you stick with cup noodles) you find in the refrigerator. Whatever you do, DON'T BURN DOWN THE KITCHEN. –Aw…I was planning to take it out on the kitchen…-

The eighteenth of December—day five

Coffee and Paperwork

"This is disgusting! How do you even put up with all this crap each day?!" Sakura whined as the ink-printed papers fell off her L-desk and bed. Apparently, Syaoran moved his work area to her room too.

"I wonder." Syaoran replied as he occupied her L-desk and started typing furiously on his own black laptop.

"And why do you have to work in my room? I thought you only won the bet to sleep here, not work here." Sakura reasoned as she gathered sheets of the documented folders and papers and stacked them neatly next to the L-desk.

"Because."

…

"Well?" Sakura waited for an answer, hands on her hips, tapping her foot on the wooden tiles impatiently as the seconds flew by.

"Just because." He continued typing.

Falls down anime style.

"Then go back to your own room baka!" She rose up from the floor and yelled at him as the pink curtain of her window lashed out at her, the cold winter air chilling her for a sliver of the window was open. It didn't help that she was already in her pajamas that weren't very thick, fabric-wise.

"No." Syaoran refused stubbornly as his fingers continued their work creating the black letters on the screen.

Sakura sighed as she brushed away the pink curtain and went over to the window, shutting it. It seems that Syaoran wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, so she gave up and sat on her bed. Sakura found a comfortable position to lie on her soft bed and started up her own laptop. Once the windows started and she was connected to the Internet, she opened up Firefox and typed in on the website address. She went to the Card Captors Sakura section and started searching for a good fiction to read.

"Hey Sakura," the no-good-room-and-bed-stealing-occupying-the-L-desk-typing-amber-eyed-freak-with-a-sexy-voice called for his secretary.

"What?" Sakura was annoyed beyond the world. First her room was stolen and now even her personal time is deprived too.

"Get me a cup of coffee." Syaoran ordered.

"Dude! Look around you. This is not an office! I'm not your secretary here! I'm your—"

"Roommate-slash-lover-slash-future fiancé-slash-future wife." He finished for her, smirking, but his face never turned to face her, neither did his fingers cease typing.

She gaped.

"Now be a good girl and fetch me a cup of coffee."

She reluctantly stomped to the kitchen, all the while mumbling colorful language.

-Sips coffee-

Syaoran sighed contently and then went back to work. Sakura would've done something to the coffee, like deprive him of sugar or add some not-supposed-to-be-there ingredient or anything! Then came the possibility of if he spits the liquid content out: considering her printer was on the desk and knowing that, Syaoran didn't bring his own, Sakura didn't want to get a new one as that would create a small gap in her money budget.

-Some time later-

Syaoran glanced at the lady that was sprawled on the bed. Her computer was forced shut, leaving it logged off/sleep mode and she was off in la-la land. He got up and walked over to her. He took the laptop and took it to the L-desk, operating it to shut down. As the action took process, Syaoran revisited the bed. He tucked Sakura into a sleeping position, placed the blanket over her and kissed her goodnight.

"Sweet dreams love." He pulled back, stretched and yawned, and then went back to work.

Unbeknownst to them both, a small content smile was firmly present across Sakura's happy dreaming face.

The nineteenth of December—day six

The Power of Cookies

Syaoran and Sakura were baking cookies. Their variety of cookies ranged from regular plain sugar cookies to homemade chocolate chip cookies. At first, it was just Sakura who wanted to bake them, but Syaoran didn't trust Sakura with the kitchen anymore…at least not with the encounters he'd been through when she used the kitchen…

So they took the cookies to cool from the kitchen table and they sat at the couch, placing the pile of cookies in front of them on the table. Syaoran was watching a sports game on the television and Sakura was downloading music and latest updates of other programs on her laptop. They occasionally ate a cookie. All was so peaceful and for once they didn't have a single argue or line for each other. That was until…we come down to the last cookie.

Hand-in-hand contact—the tips of their fingers meet on the last cookie.

Electricity flared between emerald and amber orbs.

Glare.

"You ate the previous cookie, so it's only fit that I'm taking this one."

"We each took a "before-the-last" cookie at the same time, so how would you know?"

"Whatever! It's mine!"

Ok, we borrowed two "arrows" (from Ouran High School Host Club). One is pointing to the metallic plate that was used to hold the cookies, which was on the table and it's currently leaning to the edge when Sakura and Syaoran pulled the cookie to them. The other arrow points to Sakura's precious laptop.

So…when Sakura pulls back and tries to…conquer the cookie, she loses her grip on her laptop (which was leaning forward to the table) and it falls down! London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down—ok, back to the story…

Then the spotlight is shined onto the metallic plate that oh so suddenly falls and CRACK!

"MY LAPTOP!"

Cookie falls to Syaoran's hand as Sakura goes hug her laptop. Chomp.

She reassembles it. It still works. It's fine in fact…if you ignore the little scratch on the screen.

Sobbing is heard. "I want—hic—my flawless screen back—hic—back…"

Hugging is offered.

And she accepted it.

"And you better bake me another batch of cookies." (1)

The twentieth of December—day seven

Hide-and-Seek

Sakura's POV

5:00 PM.

Syaoran would come home in an hour or so. I have an hour to find his old teddy bear for my sake of slumber. Though I pretty much got used to his…touching, it's not cool to sleep with roaming hands when it's the time of the month as it gets me…or rather my hormones…—blush, blush—working. I guess it is true that at the time of the month, women are more…hehe. (2)

Anyway, I figured that if I find his precious…stuffed bear, I'd get my own room back. Besides, it's more than likely that he hid it, then to think "it ran away." Yes, ROOM, not just bed. So, let Mission: Find the teddy bear commence!

I opened the door to his room; it creaked slightly. Hey, what do you expect, it's a crappy old apartment anyway. Surprisingly, it's clean and neat—I'd thought Syaoran –somewhere else: ACHOO!— would be a slob to have a teddy bear run off because of an indecent room. White shades covered the two windows at the far side of the room. A decent queen size bed with…lime green sheets—not too dark and not too light color, was stationed on the far left corner of the white room. The pillow was missing because Syaoran took it to my room. It's pretty; it resembles…a shade of my own eye color. He had a large wooden desk with a lot of drawers standing at the corner adjacent to the bed, his printer/scanner/fax on his desk with his laptop missing as it is in my room. Next to it was a large bookshelf. A closet stood at the corner left of the entrance. A small television occupied the space a few feet from the bed.

Well, time to start searching.

I went through looking under his bed, through his drawers, and even his closet. The room was practically turned upside down and I searched everywhere—still no bear. Bears don't just walk away!

"Come out, come out wherever you are…"

I'm sweating by now. I looked around, trying to find any possible spot to hide a bear. The tv shelf… I didn't check that…though unlikely…

I approached it; my fingers brushed the circular handle, pulling the transparent glass open. Drab tapes and CDs were stationed in stacks. I was about to give up, knowing Syaoran's probably almost home, until I noticed that there was a tint of pink by raiding through the things. I took out the stacks and placed them beside me.

"A pink bear?" A pink bear…smells like jasmine.

"This pink bear…" It looks so familiar…but it can't be.

Tick, tick, tick. Oh crap, 10 minutes till 6. I hurriedly stuffed everything, but the bear back into its original place, put the bear in my closet behind my piles of clothes…I went shopping and now I'm broke…again—oh hush; that's what we girls do— and zoomed to the bathroom trying to refresh myself.

A door opening is heard from outside the bathroom is heard, but I paid no attention to it. Brushing my hair with the comb, my mind wandered off with thoughts, with the many possibilities…

'Little wolf-kun… Syaoran…little wolf…maybe you are…the same person?'

And without noticing, a pair of arms wrapped around me.

"Tadaima, Sakura-chan…" He whispered oh-so seductively. I shivered—damn hormones.

"Okaeri." I said softly. "What would you like to eat today?"

He looked at me with an astounded look. "You can cook?"

I punched him slightly as he laughed. "I was just kidding Kura."

"Syaoran…"

'Should I ask him? Should I ask him?'

"Hmmm?" Syaoran proceeded to turn on the faucet of the water and wash his face.

'What am I supposed to say…'

"Never mind."

He raised an eyebrow in question, but didn't say anything further.

The twenty-first of December—day eight

Another Ordinary Day

Sakura's POV

It's Saturday and I'm staying home sick and stuck with a stupid cold. Nothing's gotta be worse than this.

-Grabs Kleenex and blows nose-

Sniffle.

"One chicken soup coming up!" There arrives my favorite slave…errr…roommate…hehe.

"Are you feeling any better yet Sakura?" Syaoran asked me with much care and warmth in his voice.

"Great –sneezes—just great." I replied, tossing the used up and wrinkly tissue into the wastebasket.

"I don't feel so well…" I whimpered.

His cool hand flew to my warm head. Instinctively, I flinched a slight bit as his ice cold hand came in contact with my heated up forehead. Is he human?

Oh wait, he's a wolf. Sorry, I forgot.

"Here, drink this and then I'll get you some medicine."

"Joy." I said sarcastically before proceeding to drink the chicken soup.

"I don't want to take stupid medicine. I want to go out and drink COFFEE!" I demanded, pouting my lips.

"You're going toneed to stay home for the next few days if you're not going to take the medicine."

Sniff.

I gulped down the cherry flavored medicine—I hated it. Just because my name is cherry blossoms, doesn't mean I have to like cherries. Instead, I like strawberries.

"It tastes awful." I rasped out as he handed me a glass of water.

"And you're going to feel awful if you don't take it on time dear."

"Yes daddy."

"I prefer "husband", "dear", or "hubby—"

SMACK.

He rubbed his head on the spot I whacked him and then made me go to take a nap.

And later that night, when I woke up, I found Syaoran leaning down on his pillow next to me. Looking around, I saw a wrapped gift on my desk.

Attracted by the present wrapped in silver shiny wrapping paper with gold ribbons, I got out of bed to the desk.

To: Sakura

Get well soon? Or you don't have to and then we can do something in bed instead…-winks suggestively-

ARRGHHH. I don't want this present anymore! Hmph… But…what's inside? IT LOOKS LIKE A BOX OF SOMETHING and…it's heavy. Curiosity got better of me so I undid the ribbon and opened the present with care, trying not to tear anything that badly and also not to wake Syaoran. It was a bit troublesome as the gift was a bit heavy. I gasped softly, almost inaudible as I was greeted with a brand new laptop.

With thanks, I returned to the bed and kissed Syaoran on his lips. He was asleep so he didn't know.

What I didn't see was that when I lied back down to go to my dreamland, his lips tugged upward, curving into a smile.

The twenty-second of December—day nine

Shopping

Sakura stuck her tongue out, trying to taste the snow flurries of winter.

"Baka."

"Ouch." She rubbed her nose, which was previously flicked with a finger playfully, but painfully.

"Li Syaoran!"

"Rudolph the red nose reindeer!" Syaoran walked backwards as he teased and pointed at Sakura who by now fumed. She grabbed a fistful of snow into her pink-gloved hand and packed it up into a round white sphere.

Sakura threw it with all her might, but considering she has bad aim, she missed as Syaoran ducked. Needless to say, she tried again and pretty soon, they got into a snowball fight.

Laughter filled the cold winter sky.

"So Sakura-chan, what dress are you wearing for my party?" Meiling was shopping with Sakura for the Christmas party that she's hosting.

"Hmmm…I don't know yet." Sakura responded, looking through racks and racks of pretty dresses.

"Do you…love my cousin?" A sudden bold question made Sakura cease all movement.

"I don't know." Sakura answered truthfully.

"Do you feel nothing for him at all?"

"Hmmm…this dress looks nice." She tried changing the topic.

"Avoiding the question will do no good for you; you'd have to face it…eventually." Meiling gently placed both of her hands on either side of Sakura's head, turning it slightly to the transparent, one-way glass to the outside.

There sat Sakura's roommate and her friend, the other secretary, eating and talking happily and a fast food restaurant.

Sakura opened her mouth, but nothing came out, so she slowly closed it.

'Do I love him?'

'Spending time with him is fun.'

'Do I love him?'

'He's very caring at times.'

'Do I love him?'

'Even though he can be a jackass sometimes…but…'

'I…'

Phone melody. Sakura grabbed her cell phone from her handbag and slid the top open, "H-hello." She spoke into the receiver stuttering.

"KINOMOTO SAKURA-CHANNNNNNNNNN! HOW COULD YOU! HOW COULD YOU CHOOSE A DRESS FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD AND NOT TELL ME TO MAKE ONE FOR YOU!!!" Sakura placed the phone as far away from her as possible as Tomoyo ranted on the list of "why should you not buy a dress and instead go to Daidouji Tomoyo for her service."

Sakura's POV

SHOES. SHOES. SHOES.

Actually, make that HEELS, HEELS, HEELS. The price of beauty is blisters and feet pain, but wearing high heels are pretty and it makes you look taller… (NO! I feel SHORT!!!)

Did I not tell you about my obsession with shoes…err… heels? Though they're awfully painful—but they're awesome in their own way! Meaning, they're awesome to look at, but the after effects of wearing it is simply put, agony.

Look at this gorgeous pair of PURPLE HEELS.

And this silver one. So shiny.

And this black one. So elegant.

And this white one. So angelic.

And this green one. So unique.

And this yellow one. So bright.

And this pink one. So feminine.

And this red one. So sexy.

And this gold one. So royalty-ish.

And this blue one. So…blue.

"Can you please decide on one pair, not ten?" Syaoran asked me.

"But Syaoran…They're HEELS. And I need HEELS for Meiling's party and—rants on and on till the guy gives up his mind on "prevent wasting time with Sakura in a shoe store." I mean, who can resist it? It's SHOES. –insert evil laugh here by some random witch— (3)

And so, we spent quite a few hours looking at these pretty accessories with me dragging Syaoran around.

The twenty-third of December—day ten

His dream girl

"I'm sorry…goodbye Molly."

Sob.

Blowing of nose is heard.

Sob.

Sniff.

"SYAORAN! I'm not even crying at this…scene. Why the heck are you?! Besides, we've watched this movie like 5 times before!"

"Cuz…-sniff-, it's really sad. That guy had to leave and he didn't even get to confess. That has to be –blows nose on Kleenex- the sadness thing ever."

Sweat-drop.

"They're going to see each other again anyway, so what's the point of wasting tears here?"

"It's a tradition."

Sakura shook her head in response to Syaoran's weird behavior.

"I wouldn't be like him." He declared with a fist pumping into the air.

"What?"

"I'm going to confess to the one I love before the chance is lost."

Her heart thumped faster on its own will. Its speed suddenly increased so fast, Sakura thought even Syaoran could hear it.

"So…who do you like?"

Syaoran smiled mischievously. "Guess."

"H-how would I know? There are so much women in the world."

"True…"

"Why don't you describe her?"

"She's kind and amazing, yet she can be dense at times. ('Definitely not me')So innocent… ('I'm more like violent') Her body figure is not the best…but to me, it's perfect. ('I didn't notice, but I suddenly gave an once-over at my own physique') She has long, shiny hair that is soft like silk and sparkles in the light. ('A few strands of hair twirled into my index finger absentmindedly') Her eyes are very mesmerizing. ('My eyes are dull and ugly from the lack of sleep') Just looking at it can make you feel drawn to them, hypnotizing. ('Yours makes me feel that')" His amber eyes held such admiration and joy.

And she sounds so…innocent…and beautiful.

"…Who is she?" Before Sakura knew it, the words already left her mouth.

He laughed. "Silly."

"Silly? What kind of name is that?" That made him laugh harder.

"Hey! Tell me!"

"Someone you know very well."

A pang of jealousy overcame Sakura.

'Tomoyo? No…can't be. She already has Eriol. Meiling? OH MY GOD. Why did I think that? They're COUSINS for crying out loud. May? …I did come to know her better throughout the days—she's really kind and helpful, beautiful like a goddess and…'

"Silly Sakura. You'll know in due time." Syaoran gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to use the bathroom.

She didn't know whether to rejoice that or not.

The twenty-fourth of December—day eleven

A Loving Day to Remember

We wish you a Merry Christmas!

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

"It's Christmas Eve! Sakura! Wakey up! LET'S DECORATE THE HOUSE—ERR APARTMENT!" Syaoran grabbed Sakura's arm and shook her, trying to get her to wake up from her happy slumber.

"No…let me sleep."

"But Kura…"

"Don't "But Kura," me. I slept at 3 AM and it's –peeks—only 12! Now shoo. Go away." Her hand tried swatting away where Sakura thought Syaoran was.

"I'll change you into casual clothes and make you decorate the apartment with me…" Syaoran said naughtily. With that spoken, Sakura's eyes opened and she sat up hastily.

"Alright, alright! I'm up, I'm up!" She waved her hands in the air in surrender.

"Good. Now go change."

Sakura got up obediently and went to her closet. She grabbed a random t-shirt and started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas until she realized—

Syaoran was still in the room and looking at her with lustful eyes, a gaze that often occurs when a predator finds their prey.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU STILL DOING IN HERE?! GET OUT YOU PERV!" Sakura kicked Syaoran out painfully.

He landed outside the door with a "thump" as the door slammed, making the apartment shake a bit.

"Damn…she kicks hard."

Syaoran was putting the colorful fairy lights around the tree as Sakura was popping the popcorn in the kitchen with the microwave. She returned later with thread, needle and a bag of popcorn and went to work stringing the popcorn together. Syaoran put on the rest of the decorations, bells, spiral tree glass ornaments, candy canes, miniature present boxes, ribbons and a big golden star. Sakura surrounded the tree with the popcorn string and placed empty Christmas box decorations at the tree bottom.

Syaoran was fixing the placements of the ornaments and Sakura turned on the light switch for the fairy lights.

ZAP.

Syaoran was on the floor in chibi mode with swirlies occupying his supposedly amber eyes. Steam rose out from his burnt body. Sakura smiled sheepishly. "Oops."

All done.

Everything was complete and in tact.

It's going to be the best Christmas ever.

"Sakura?" She was nowhere to be found in the now small living room due to the many Christmas decorations that occupied the apartment.

Syaoran looked in her room and found her sitting at the windowsill, marveling at the beautiful stars in the sky. They hadn't noticed, but it took all day to finish decorating their apartment.

"Just 6 more hours and it'd be Christmas…but it'd feel like any other day." Sakura said, eyes never leaving the dark, but beautiful sky and yet, she knew that he was there.

She knows that her "lover," no, no, roommate is there.

"Yes. And before we know it, it'd be any other day. Even holidays feel the same as a normal day." He approached her and placed his right hand on her shoulder; the other went around her from the left to meet his right. Unlike how Sakura usually would react, this time, she made no attempt to shove them away and so he leaned his face near hers onto his arm. His warm breath fanning her neck, providing her warmth.

'I wish this would last forever…'

"Yea… I wonder if it's going to snow tomorrow."

A beautiful moment and day for them both—it's going to be a day to remember…such a perfect scene…

GROWL.

…or not.

Sakura blushed furiously and Syaoran chuckled. "Come on, let's go eat something, darling."

And she latched her hand onto his arm as they walked to the kitchen to…burn up something.

You don't need an amazing scene to be with someone that you… like? Love? Sometimes the simplest of things is enough.

'I do love him…'

Why does a person always realize that they like someone…at the weirdest of times? (4)

'But what about…Xiaolang?' (5)

The twenty fifth of December—day twelve

Christmas

A spring green dress graced Sakura and definitely matched the excellent color of her eyes. The deep "v" neckline exposed a right amount of cleavage and small white crystal clear beads decorated the bodice of the dress. Endless ruffles flared out from waist down. Sakura put on two dangly heart shaped diamond earrings with a matching white gold necklace. Shiny lip gloss decorated the shape of her mouth and she put on green sparkly eye-shadow too.

"Are you ready Sakura?" Syaoran asked her, all the while, putting on his bowtie, all formal and dressed up for Meiling's party.

"Yes. You?"

"Yep." Sakura went over and helped him fix it.

"Thank you."

She smiled.

Holding a glass of champagne in her hands, she examined the crowd of people. They were mainly people around her age, making Sakura suspect that Meiling had no intention in inviting people who would only talk about their crappy businesses or try to make a deal through the holiday season.

"Why so lonely Sakura-chan? Why not go dance with Syaoran?" May asked Sakura, all elegant in her gold dress as she gestured over to where Syaoran was talking to Eriol.

'When did they get on first name basis?' This was the only thing that traveled through Sakura's mind.

"Uhhh…I just need some time alone…that's all."

"Oh, alright. Take your time. Now would you please excuse me…"

"Oh. Sure, go ahead." And Sakura was left to float on her thoughts again.

'Come to think of it…his face does seem quit the same…just that his behavior now is more…outgoing? I don't know… He looks so dashing… I can visualize it already… him hovering above my body… lip locked with each other… roaming hands…' (6)

A hand in an offering gesture was right in front of Sakura, by none other than Syaoran. "May I have this dance?"

A blush formed on her face.

'Naughty, naughty Sakura! Thank god people can't mind read or that'd be so embarrassing.'

"Of course." Placing down the glass, Sakura placed her other cool hand on his warm one. Then, Syaoran lead Sakura onto the dance floor. Mischievous ruby eyes watched the perfect couple, or…soon to be couple. After all, they were going to be the stars of the night. A knowing smile adorned her face.

Hand on waist.

Hand on shoulder.

Hand in hand.

Graceful movement followed wherever they waltz to…how perfect…

If you subtract the occasional…

STEP

Wince.

"Sorry." An apologetic smile came from Sakura from time to time.

"It's ok." Needless to say, the girl wearing heels won't be the only person getting foot pain…

The ruby eyed cousin laughed quietly as she inspected the scene on the dance floor below.

'I suppose nothing really is perfect in this world.'

"M' lady."

Someone got Meiling's attention.

"It's time for the gifts of your friends."

"Thank you for telling me."

'The music is over.'

"Shall we announce that the gift giving event part of the night to proceed?"

"Yes."

Sakura's POV

"Sakura!"

I only heard a faint voice calling my name…in concern and worry…someone like…

"Syaoran."

And my vision went black.

-dodges flying objects- I know, I know. I'm terrible to be doing this to you all, depriving you the chapter for so long and then…a confusing cliffy…

(1) The cookie drabble was…weird—totally, but I didn't know how to conclude that one. XD

(2) I read this somewhere too…but I'm not sure whether it's true…kind of I guess. I'M NOT ADMITTING ANYTHING. :P

(3) I'm NOT obsessed with shoes but, I am obsessed with heels…

(4) You fall in love or develop a crush long before you know it. The thing is when to realize it. Why does she love him…just because! You don't need a reason to love—you just need to feel the love. And whether to have the guts to confess…well, loving someone is one thing, confessing is totally another.

(5) Obviously, I made Sakura not know Syaoran's other way of writing his name.

(6) My mind wanders off like that…having random topics so it's not really weird.

Word(s) of the Day: baka means "idiot/stupid"; tadaima means I'm home; okaeri—welcome home; yuki means snow.

Please pardon any spelling and grammar mistakes!

Read and Review? –gives puppy eyes—

xxIrui