Towards You

Summary: When workaholic Syaoran has to take care of a child, he can't handle it. So he drags his sweet assistant, Sakura to help him out. They have to work together, as a family.

Chapter 4

Visiting

Sakura brought two cardboard boxes to Syaoran's house. She got the card, swiped it, and got inside.

A personal assistant has to have everything her boss has, right?

"Keiji, Li-sama?" She asked, her voice wavering through all the glass.

"Auntie Sakura!" Keiji shouted from the stairs and ran down to greet her.

He hugged her and continued, "Uncle Syaoran is working already. I told him to stop but he told me to play and stuff."

Sakura sighed. Changing him would be hard.

She held Keiji's hand and said, "Let's go see your uncle." And then they started walking up the stairs and to the west wing where his home office was.

"What's that?" Keiji asked, pointing to the cardboard boxes.

"Breakfast. Syaoran Li never ever prepares breakfast. But now he has a kid, we'll have to change that, hmm?"

Keiji nodded.

When they reached the office, Syaoran looked up and raised his eyebrows.

"Today's a sunday, your day off." He said. Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Well, yeah, but I was assisgned to assist you in taking care of Keiji. And that means no more day offs."

Syaoran rubbed his forhead.

"Auntie Sakura, let's eat breakfast!" Keiji said suddenly, breaking the tension in the room.

Sakura gave a smile. "Okay. Li-sama, are you coming? I made breakfast for you too." She said, raising the two cardboard boxes.

Syaoran scowled. "Will you stop calling me that! If you're going to stay with me for the next eight months, call me Syaoran."

Sakura turned a light pink. "B-b-but you're m-my boss."

"If I have to fire you to call me Syaoran, so be it." He shot back.

Sakura glared at him. "Fine, Syaoran." The unfamiliar sound rolled in her tongue.

He grinned. "Do I get to call you Sakura?"

Sakura gave a little nod.

He stood up and walked towards them and asked, "So, Sakura, what's for breakfast?"

She smiled. "Your favorite. Banana Pancakes with chocolate syrup."

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"Oh no you don't. You're not working for the rest of the day anymore." Sakura said, grabbing the collar of her boss.

Syaoran growled. "Let me go. I have paperwork to finish."

"No. We're going out. All of us." She said, in a I'm-in-charge voice.

"YAY!" Keiji exploded, throwing the remnants of his breakfast.

Syaoran sighed. He knew he had to surrender to this cruel woman who was holding, by the way, very strongly, his very expensive shirt.

"Fine. We'll all go out. But the question is, where, Sakura?"

"I already have an idea. We're going to the flower market."

Keiji and Syaoran dropped their jaws.

"I don't want to go and look for sissy flowers." Keiji huffed, puffing his cheeks up.

"Yeah, sissy flowers." Syaoran grumbled.

Sakura gave a little smirk. "We're going and that's that."

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Sakura couldnt help but squeal at all the flowers at sight. They were so colorful and beautiful and soo...expensive.

She exhaled heavily. "Okay, troopers. We're going to get three bouqets and then we're out of here, got it?"

Keiji nodded, saluting his general.

Syaoran muttered something like "crazy" and "assistant."

Sakura glared bullets at him. "What was that, soldier?"

"Nothing."

She shrugged and changed her mood to her normal squealing self.

"We'll get to pick one bouquet each, okay?" She said, pointing to the flower stand.

"And who are we going to give it to, Sakura?" Syaoran asked.

"You'll see."

Then she and Keiji ran to look at all of the flowers.

And soon, with much picking then saying 'no', Sakura had picked lilacs and lavender tulips.

Keiji had picked simple daisies with orange flowers surrounding them.

Sakura looked up to Syaoran and said, "It's your turn to pick the flowers. It can be simple, extravag-"

"I'll get the Cherry Blossom flowers, please." He said to the clerk with a warm smile that made the clerk smile.

Sakura turned a deep shade of red.

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"Auntie Sakura, where are you taking us?" Keiji asked, looking out the bus window.

Syaoran couldnt help but nod. "You'd better not kidnap us, or you're fired."

Sakura smiled. "Don't worry, we're almost there. We'll have snacks there."

And true enough, the bus stopped andd it's door made a shhhh sound.

The little family got out and Syaoran immediately recognized the place. It was the small town he studied in when he was a child.

Ahh, the childhood memories were flooding now.

They had just walked a small distance when they finally stopped to see their unknown destination. It was a pale yellow building, a house, with luch green trees surrounding it. The grass was cut, everything was in order.

"Do you live here, Sakura? I never knew you were so far away from work..." Syaoran said softly behind her back.

It brought shocks of electricity to her back as the wind blew around them.

"Auntie Sakura, this is really nice. It's a small town, so it's far away from the city. I like it better here." Keiji said, giving a warm smile.

Sakura closed her eyes and felt the wind blowing her face. Home.

She didnt say anything. Instead, she brought out a little rusted key from her little bag and unlocked the main door.

Sakura smiled. This is what her heart had always longed for. This place was the foundation of her childhood, adolescence, and now, her adulthood. It was heaven.

Syaoran tapped her nose in front of her. Sakura immediately turned around, remembering that she had brought visitors.

"Sakura, are you gonna answer my question or not?" Syaoran said, his eyebrow raised.

"Oh yeah." She flustered, turning a little red. "This used to be my old home. My family and I had such good times here, I guess I just got lost with the flow of memories."

Keiji ran up the stairs and explored every little bit of the house. When he finally went down, he asked, "Auntie Sakura, you must go here often. Everything is so clean and stuff."

Sakura nodded. "Every Sunday, Keiji. I'm here, just cleaning. Now come on, I'll make tea."

"What happened to your family?" Syaoran whispered.

Sakura froze, feeling the tension from her legs reach to her mind. "A-a-hh, I-I, well,-" she stuttered, keeping her head low.

Syaoran has never seen a woman so in pain. He smiled softly and went near her face and cupped her cheek with his hand.

"You don't have to tell us, Sakura."

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Syaoran's big hands to her cheek.

"I'm hungry." Keiji blurted out, rubbing his stomach.

That's what made the two snap into reality. Syaoran got his hand back and Sakura headed to the kitchen as if nothing happened.

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"Keiji, can you please dry these plates? Syaoran and I are washing the plates already." Sakura called out to the little boy who was reading a book her found in Sakura's room.

Keiji nodded and got a towel from the kitchen counter and started wiping the plates dry. Syaoran ruffled his hair.

"Syaoran, you do NOT put the glass cleaner near the leftover food." Sakura scolded, taking out the cleaner.

Syaoran shrugged and said, "Hey, don't blame me. I have hired help who do all these." He pointed to the plates he was cleaning.

"Well, learn to be the hired help."

"Auntie Sakura, are we going home already after this?" Keiji asked, getting a wet glass.

Sakura put her finger on her chin. "Well, we have one last place to go to. But if you guys are tired, we could just go home."

Syaoran and Keiji shook their heads and said at the same time, "We're not tired."

Sakura laughed a melodious laugh. "Okay. After we clean all the mess, let's get going."

When Sakura was busy helping Keiji with the wet things, Syaoran got a cherry blossom from his bouquet and left it on the dining table.

What could he say, his heart was growing faster and faster for her.

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Syaoran knew where Sakura was taking them. He recognized the places they were going. The cemetery. His grandmother was buried there. But it was a long long time he visited her.

When the bus halted, Keiji looked around. A cemetery. This was probably where Sakura's family was buried, remembering how she reacted to his uncle's question.

Keiji got hold of Sakura's right hand and got Syaoran's left as they walked to the cemetery.

Sakura made a notion to stop. Syaoran expected the gravestone to have a 'Kinomoto' on it, but was he wrong.

"Kohoko Li." He read and soon, he gaped. What the hell was Sakura thinking?!

She smiled. "I visit your grandmother a lot. I clean her gravestone and put fresh flowers sometimes."

Keiji immediately put his daisies on the gravestone and prayed for his great-grandmother.

He went closer to Sakura and whispered, "WHY?"
Sakura turned her head to see his amber eyes. "Because this is what family is about. No man gets left behind."

After the family did their turn of praying, Sakura hesitated. Syaoran held her small hand and smiled. "No man gets left behind."

And soon, they reached three gravestones.

Keiji read the names silently. "Nadeshiko Kinomoto. Fujitaka Kinomoto. Touya Kinomoto."

Syaoran set his cherry blossom bouquet on the gravestone of Sakura's mother.

Sakura seperated the lilacs and the tulips for her father and brother. Oh, family.

"What happened, auntie Sakura?" Keiji asked, hugging her hips.

She cleared her throat. Strong, need to be strong, for the sake of others. "Car crash."

After prayers, the little family left the cemetery and headed home.

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Sakura decided to check her old house before going to her apartment. When she reached the dining table and saw a little cherry blossom sitting there.

She smiled. Syaoran.

He was changing. And she liked it that way.

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