I'm currently in the process of editing the entire fic. This fic has always had a special place in my heart, but lately, I don't feel like it's as good as it can be. In an attempt to make it at least slightly better, I'm going through and re-editing each and every chapter. Its not necessary to re-read; I'm just improving the quality. I've already completed Chapter One.

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor or anything associated with it. All rights to Card Captor Sakura and affiliated products belong to CLAMP and the other proper entities.

Summary: A secret fling with the school nerd was all that it was supposed to be. Sakura's deepest, darkest fear is that it'll be revealed. Little does she know... its already too late; it'll eventually have to be revealed in the most public fashion possible.

Rating: M

Pairings: SxS ExT

Genre: Drama/Romance

Something of Yours

Chapter Sixteen

The next two weeks saw Sakura and Syaoran talking more and more, until they reached a sort of agreement regarding the baby and living arrangements. Syaoran had already offered to pay for Sakura to travel to China with him a few times a year, for the child to visit her ancestral home, to which she reluctantly agreed. She also agreed to let him pay for her to, when she was old enough, learn to speak both Mandarin and Cantonese, allowing her to have Japanese as a first language. This offer was also extended to Sakura herself, and was accepted.

To say that Syaoran was on cloud nine was an understatement. While he knew that he couldn't bring himself to apply for custody, as that would deny Sakura the chance to be a mother to her eldest child, he could try to assure that the life of the mother of his child was as comfortable as he could make it. After all, until he married and had a son, the girl was to be his successor in taking over the Li Clan family and business. He wanted to ensure that his daughter had everything that the Li Clan could offer her.

The two of them were on the lookout for anything suspicious. Unbeknownst to Sakura, Syaoran had taken the extra precaution of setting her a bodyguard to keep an eye on her. It was with shock and anger that Sakura had called Syaoran to confirm, knowing that he had said that his father would be out to get her and could do so in the guise of help. The fact that he had done such a thing without her knowledge had infuriated her, but once she had taken a step outside herself to look at it from his point of view, she had understood.

He was terrified of his father; really afraid that he might do something that could harm her or the baby. This was just his way of ensuring that she was as protected as possible. At twenty-one weeks pregnant, she was restricting herself to walks in the park instead of her traditional gym visits, leaving herself wide open to attack or worse. It was irksome for the young woman, though, to be followed everywhere by someone, even if they were not the typical 'black suit' bodyguard.

In fact, her protection was in the guise of a man in his mid-to-late twenties, wearing casual street clothes and a bulletproof vest. Sakura herself was forced to wear one as well, much to her disdain. But, again, she amazed Syaoran by looking at it from the outside, and acknowledging that it was a necessary precaution. So far, much to everyone's amazement, she had agreed to just about every single one of Syaoran's suggestions, believing them to be logical and in both her own best interests, and the best interests of their child.

The one thing that she hadn't agreed on was to move into the Daidouji Manor, where Syaoran, his mother, and his cousin were living. It was not so much a matter of her safety that had her reluctant, but merely, she'd confessed to her father, an embarrassment on her part regarding her treatment of her cousin. Fujitaka had understood her feelings regarding the subject and did not push.

Fujitaka was reluctant to accept that his little girl was all grown up. She was barely eighteen and about to be a mother. How on Earth was he supposed to adjust to being a grandfather at only forty-five? Regardless of the fact that Nadeshiko had been a year younger than Sakura when they'd had their first child, Fujitaka felt that eighteen was much too young to be starting a family. He reasoned with himself that he had been older than Nadeshiko and was able to provide for her, but Sakura had no husband. She was only just beginning to get along with Syaoran in the first place.

Fujitaka would never show his daughter how angry he was with her. He wasn't angry that she'd gotten pregnant, no, he was angry that the pregnancy had caused so much public attention. Every day at work he'd been forced to endure never-ending questions from his students and colleagues. Was it really true? Was the baby truly related to the infamous Li Clan? Would Sakura actually marry into the Clan? Was she in love with the young Li-sama…?

It was Sakura's twenty-first week, and Fujitaka was wearing down.

He would never allow himself to abandon his baby, his little girl, but he was scared. He was more scared than he would ever like to admit. Sakura had shared with him the worries that Syaoran had regarding her safety, and he was beyond petrified that Syaoran's father would take it upon himself to contact Hamada. And if, in fact, he did take it upon himself, then they would need to be very careful. He had reminded Sakura of this, and she had nodded her head solemnly, stating that she knew that, that she'd warned Syaoran of the possibility, and that she'd be careful.

Knowing there was nothing more that Fujitaka could do for Sakura, he allowed himself to merely be there for her. However, he'd quickly realised that he had been wrong; that there was something he could do for her. He'd taken it upon himself to call Touya, who was still furious at her, refusing to speak to Sakura after she had started defending Syaoran once the pregnancy was revealed. In truth, he was angry about her decision to let Syaoran become a part of her life, when he didn't feel that she should have. Initially, Touya had merely been seeking to avoid Sakura's rapidly worsening temper, but now, he was mad.

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"Pass me the scissors, Touya-kun?"

Touya passed his de-facto the equipment, his smile barely reaching his eyes as he watched Yukito cutting out various floral patterns for their bathroom curtains. Touya was never one for the girly stuff, but Yukito expressed a delight in pretty things, and had made a hobby of creating new, and often feminine, designs with which to decorate their on-campus apartment. Touya figured he'd allow Yukito to do whatever made him happy, so long as he didn't go overboard.

Yukito himself was humming merrily as he snipped at the fabric with the small sewing scissors. He seemed tranquil enough; not even Touya could tell what was on his mind. In truth, Yukito's mind was miles away, thinking of Touya's baby sister, whom Yukito had known since her birth. He was worried for her, but he had every confidence in her judgement. If Sakura thought what she was doing was right, then it most likely was.

Sakura was like a sister to him. Sure, she'd had a crush on him when she was a child, and he knew about it. After all, she'd been only ten at the time, and he'd let her down as gently as possible. At the time, he was still struggling with his developing feelings for his best friend. It had hurt like hell when he'd off and married Kaho. Of course, Touya had come back to him saying that he'd only married her to hide what he had always been afraid of. He'd said that Kaho had helped him discover that he was only making himself miserable by committing himself to her, when his heart was truly given to another. She'd said that, while she loved him, she wouldn't force him to lie to himself for her. It was with her blessings that Touya had finally approached Yukito about his feelings.

Kaho was still a close friend of both of them. For Touya, it was awkward at first, to have his ex-wife being friends with his boyfriend, but he eventually got over it. Kaho had since started dating again, and was happily in a relationship of three months with a man by the name of Kinjo Akio. Touya's approval had seemed to be important to Kaho who, for some strange reason, had dragged him over to meet her ex-husband. At first, Kinjo had been jealous, but as soon as the circumstances of the divorce were made aware to him, he had happily consented to the meeting, and occasional double date. Touya was mainly concerned with the reaction to his relationship with Yukito, but since it was a positive, and Kaho seemed happy, he had nodded and snickered at something that Kaho had whispered to him.

Yukito's merry humming came to a halt when Touya had abruptly stood and began to pace. Over the last four months, that was not an uncommon occurrence, and Yukito could easily identify the source of his distress. "Touya-kun, you'll wear a track in the carpet if you keep pacing like that. Sakura-chan is a big girl; she can take care of herself. You don't need to look after her anymore. She's an adult."

"I just can't believe her!"

Yukito sighed. Here he went again. This was always the way Touya's rants started; he would make a comment, seeming out of the blue, and then launch into a full-on rant about Sakura's decisions and her situation. Then he would rant on about Syaoran and how he was doing 'nothing' to help her. Never mind that the younger man was paying for all of Sakura's treatment, education for the infant, and even additional education for Sakura, as long as she wished it. Not to mention the protection that he was wrapping her up in. He was doing as right by her as he could.

"It could be worse." Yukito put his craft down as he attempted to reason with Touya, once more in vain. "He could completely abandon her. He could have stayed in China and supported his father's decision to take the child. But he didn't and he's sticking up for Sakura-chan, trying to protect her at the cost of being disowned by his entire family."

Touya sighed. Yukito was right, but he'd never admit it.

Hamada Osamu stepped off the train, casting his yellowed eyes around the station, looking for a sign that might point him in the right direction. He had arrived three towns over, still wary that people may disclaim his relationship with the beauteous Kinomoto Sakura and the paternity of her unborn infant. It mattered not that he had not laid eyes on her since she was thirteen; he knew the child to be his.

He was ever so giddy to finally see her again, he thought, as he climbed into a bus that would take him directly to the heart of Tomoeda. He'd booked a room in a motel indefinitely, determined to find Sakura and take her back for his own. While he was at it, he would annihilate that puny little boy that claimed to be his child's father – again, it didn't matter that Sakura herself had said that it was his baby; Osamu knew otherwise. The little dear was just shy.

He drummed his fingers impatiently on the window on the bus as he waited. It would take over an hour to finally get there. He amused himself with thinking of all the things that he could do to the puny brat that wanted his woman for his own. Mere death was too good for him; no, Osamu would ensure that he suffered. He would rip his balls off and feed them to the dog, before removing that which made him a man and feed it to the fishes.

Then, he would take pleasure in cutting every square inch of his young, tender flesh from him, piece by piece. He could imagine the sight and taste of his blood as he drank it, taking the youth's strength with it. He could maybe cut off an arm and cauterise the wound, so he didn't die on him. He wanted his fun before the young Li's life disappeared.

Oh yes. Li Syaoran would beg for death by the time Hamada Osamu was done with him. It was all part of the fun.

I'm sorry for the lateness, but life gets in the way. I know the end was a little creepy, but the guy is a whacko. We all know this.

Until next time!