Anyway, on the flipside, my exams start TOMORROW! Wish me luck, will ya? I'm wasting very valuable study time doing this! Lol, nah, I took maybe half an hour out of a totally empty day to finish it off. But I seriously need to study now… (bites lip). Again, please wish me luck!
Oh yeah! I changed the name of the fic! It fits this story better, I think. But the summary will stay the same.
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Something of Yours
Chapter 3
A Scare of the Kind Starting With 'P'
Sakura took a deep breath before knocking on Syaoran's door. It was one in the afternoon on a Saturday – he should be home at that time, she thought. When there was no answer, she knocked again.
"I'm coming." He grumbled from the other side. Sakura's stomach started up with nausea again. She glared at Syaoran and pushed her way in when he opened the door. She walked into the living room and dumped his belongings on the floor.
"Look…" She began to fiddle around with her hands, "We can't to this-" She was cut off as Syaoran roughly pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. All thoughts of breaking it off with him fled her mind.
"Do what?" He asked, pausing for a breath.
"I hate you." Sakura growled, pulling him in for another kiss. Syaoran smirked against her mouth.
"No you don't." He said gruffly, sitting her down on the couch. Sakura's eyes snapped open and she pushed him off of her.
"No!" She shook her head and took fistfuls of her hair in her hands. "No, we can't do this anymore! Tomoyo knows!" Syaoran looked at her with wide eyes.
"You told her?" He asked in disbelief. Sakura nodded miserably.
"I didn't mean to. It just happened-" She was cut off by Syaoran's lips again. "Syaoran, I thought I said-" Another kiss. She gave in, letting him kiss and touch her. This was the last time. The last time she'd let it happen. Then they were done for good.
"Come on." He said gruffly, lifting her up and carrying her bridal style into his bedroom. This was what it was like every time she came over. They would make out on the couch and then have sex in Syaoran's room. Syaoran placed her on his bed and climbed on top of her again.
Syaoran didn't know why he didn't want to stop the affair. He guessed that it had become such a habit that he would be kind of lost without something to take up his time. So, as his hands roamed Sakura's body, he cast the thought aside and concentrated on what he was doing.
Sakura was now shirtless. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while his arms were holding him from falling and crushing her. Her hands were going up and down his arms, raising his fine arm hairs in their wake. She shivered as Syaoran began kissing her neck. She sucked in a gasp as one of his hands grazed her extra-sensitive-as-of-late breasts.
Sakura peeled Syaoran's shirt off and revealed the God-like body he kept hidden under uniforms that were two sizes too big. She briefly wondered why he hid himself at school, but the thought was tossed out of her mind a brief second later.
Syaoran decided to do something that Sakura would surely kill him for. He began to suckle and nip her neck in a place that he knew to be particularly sensitive – and visible – marking her with yet another hickey. He'd never been game enough before, but he wanted to know what it would look like out in the open. Syaoran almost laughed at the ass whooping he knew was going to come when she regained her mind. But for now, he ignored it as he listened to her moaning.
"Syao… Syaoran…" Her eyes closed as she felt the familiar sensation on a new part of her neck. She distantly knew she was going to have to kill him later, but she just responded to her body's urge as she submitted to his touch. This felt too good to ignore. Why should she deny herself one last time?
Syaoran smirked as he heard her moan his name. She was one of those people who could turn you on by just calling out your name in the street. Hearing his name come from her like that… was indescribable. It blew his mind every time.
He grunted as she shifted underneath him and ended up, somehow, straddling him. She kissed down his chest to his navel and back up again. He shuddered under her feather-light body as he felt himself go hard.
'What am I doing?' Sakura thought, 'I can't do this! I made a promise to my friend! I shouldn't even be here! I should be at home, talking to Tomoyo on the phone!'
"No." Sakura scrambled off him, "No." She hugged her shirt to her chest, shaking her head violently. "No more." Syaoran sat up, glaring at her through cold eyes.
"So you've finally decided that I'm not good enough, huh?" He said mockingly, "Found someone else better already, have you?" Sakura had her shirt on by now, "Well, go on, get it over with so I can get back to my normal, Sakura-free, happy life." He waved at her to continue. For the second time in twenty-four hours, Sakura slapped him.
"You're such a fucking bastard!" Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs, "You don't deserve to fucking live! I don't ever want to see you again!" She turned around and stomped out.
"Trust me!" Syaoran called after her from his room, "The feeling's mutual! At least this way I don't have to look at your ugly face anymore!" Sakura froze at the front door. She took a deep, steadying breath, and counted to ten. Then, after she exhaled, she slammed the door behind her, making the photos on the mantle shake.
Sakura walked home alone, with angry tears threatening to spill. A distant ache reminded her of the brand new mark on her neck. She sighed angrily and let her hair out to hide it. She'd cover it properly with concealer when she got home.
Damn Syaoran. Damn him to hell. Sakura was in such a state because of him. Why did he have to be so… cold? He could have just shrugged it off and let her go on with her life, but the insults were just too much. She could have walked away without regrets if he hadn't insulted her… right? No, Sakura shook her head, she wouldn't have.
It hurt. It hurt so much. She didn't know why it hurt so badly. There was no emotional investment in the relationship, she knew that. So why did it hurt?
Syaoran was an asshole. Sakura scowled. He was an asshole. She kept repeating that to herself, but it didn't help her any. It still hurt. Sakura sighed as her cell rang from her pocket.
"Kinomoto Sakura speaking." She answered it dully, still walking down the street.
"Saku, Hun?" Tomoyo asked worriedly, "Are you ok, sweetie?"
"I'm fine." Sakura sighed, walking past Tomoyo's house. She stopped in front of her gate. "Can I come in? Or are you out?"
"Come in Sweetie, I'll buzz you." There was a buzzing sound as the gate sprung open. Sakura thanked Tomoyo and hung up the phone as she began to trudge up the footpath. Tomoyo met her at the front door.
"Did you…?"
"It's done."
"Good." Tomoyo nodded, steering her upstairs to her room. Sakura collapsed onto one of the beanbags with a sigh. Tomoyo noticed and was immediately by her side. "What's wrong Saku?"
Sakura felt sick. It was so sudden; she didn't know what set it off. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Instead of going away, the sickness got so bad that she bolted up and into Tomoyo's private bathroom. Tomoyo followed, concerned, to find her best friend heaving up her lunch into the toilet bowl.
"Are you ok, Saku? Go and get a drink." Tomoyo said when Sakura emerged. Sakura nodded and headed straight for the fridge to get something strong to take away the taste of the vomit.
"I'm fine." Sakura gasped in a breath as she drank. "Nothing to worry about. I guess I just ate too much at lunchtime."
"What did you eat?" Tomoyo asked incredulously. No matter how much Sakura ate, she never got sick.
"Uh… a hamburger, fries, a chicken sandwich, and… uh… oh yeah! Two bowls of ice-cream." Sakura listed off the top of her head and frowned. "I didn't even like half of the stuff I ate, either. I just really… wanted it."
"Why?" Tomoyo asked, biting her lip. She looked her friend over. She remembered thinking that she had been eating a lot in the last few weeks. Was she sick?
"I don't know." Sakura shrugged. "I must be due for my monthly, I guess. I usually eat more when I'm due. Plus I bloat more." She lifted the front of her shirt, showing Tomoyo the areas where she was bloated. "It's nothing serious."
"Yeah…" Tomoyo frowned. "Yeah… you're probably right. When was your last monthly?"
"Four weeks ago…" Sakura frowned, thinking, "Maybe it was five… or six…" She shrugged. "I'm never regular. Sometimes I go two months without one. I saw the doctor three months ago, it's nothing to worry about." Tomoyo frowned. Something was up.
"Do you… want something to eat, Sakura?" She asked warily. Sakura frowned before making up her mind.
"Well… I would like some fish and lemon. Which is weird, because I don't like fish or lemon… Especially when they're together."
"Well, let's go buy some, then." Tomoyo grabbed Sakura's hand, and dragged her out the door, "And on the way back, I need to stop at the Drug Store." Sakura allowed herself to be dragged down the street by her friend.
SYAORAN"Syaoran, are you there?" His mother barked over the phone, "Son, you must learn to pay attention to your mother when she's talking to you!"
"Yes Mom." He sighed. His mind kept drifting back to Sakura. It was overcast outside now. It would start to rain any second. Was she at home yet? He hoped she didn't get sick.
Whoa! Where did that come from?
He hoped she got tuck out in the rain. He hoped she caught pneumonia and ended up in hospital. He scowled and tried to listen to his mother, who was mid-sentence.
"… So I'll need you to pick me up from the airport tomorrow." Syaoran gave a start and interrupted her.
"Wait! What?" He spluttered, "You're coming here?"
"Weren't you listening at me at all?" His mother barked. "With your last sister off and married, I'm home alone all the time. I'm moving in with you, you ignorant boy! I'll need you to pick me up tomorrow afternoon, understood?"
"Yes, Mom." He sighed.
"If you give me that 'yes, Mom' crap while I'm there, I'm going to box your ears!" His mother threatened. "Good bye. I love you, Son." She hung up on him, not giving him a chance to say goodbye.
"Oh shit." He muttered, leaning back on his bed.
SAKURA"Ready?" She asked Tomoyo impatiently as she came out of the drug store, "What have you got?" She asked, eyeing the brown paper bag. Tomoyo whipped out the box it contained with a flourish.
"A home pregnancy test." She whispered, handing it to Sakura, "I think I might be pregnant." Sakura almost shrieked.
"Oh my God! Tomoyo! Oh my God!" She kept repeating as Tomoyo dragged her back to her manor and into her bedroom.
"Sakura…" Tomoyo mentally gulped for the lying she was preparing to do. "I'm scared… can you take it with me? Just so I know I'm not the only one. I know you're not pregnant, but it's more for moral support, you know? Please?" She begged. Sakura sighed with a smile.
"Of course, if it'll help. Want me to do it first?" Tomoyo nodded. Sakura grabbed the box and went into the bathroom.
"Oh God…" Tomoyo prayed, "Please let me be wrong… Please don't let her be pregnant…" She muttered as Sakura closed the door. "And if she is… please let her forgive me for tricking her into taking the test…"
Well, that was it. What do you guys want? Should she be pregnant or not? Plus, Syaoran's mother is coming… should make it interesting, right? A maybe-pregnant-maybe-not Sakura, and Yelan coming to town. Plus, Fujitaka will make his entrance next chappie. I'm thinking that Eriol might, too… Maybe.
I'll try to update soon, but it will take maybe two weeks. I'll try for earlier, but it depends on how much my exams take outta me.
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