37. Yes (200)
Syaoran's thumb traced the box in his pocket, as if the contact would assure him it was still there. As if he would ever lose something so important.
Beyond the door, he heard Sakura humming to herself as she donned her party dress. They were supposed to be heading downstairs already, and Touya wouldn't be pleased if they were late to dinner, but . . .
Syaoran glanced down at his pocket, pulling the black box out just far enough for him to see. His heart started pounding.
In the other room, Sakura stopped humming. Then, she swept out of her room, dressed in an elegant silk dress and a crown bedecked with colored feathers. "Are you ready to go?" she asked.
His throat closed up. "I . . . Actually . . ."
Her smile waned a bit. "What's wrong?"
I don't know how to do this, he thought, pulse pounding in his neck. Impulsively, he threw himself down on one knee, fumbling for the box. Now or never.
He lifted the lid. "W-Will you marry me?"
Sakura squealed and lunged forward, tackling him in her haste to kiss him. One word pierced the air, over and over: "Yes!"
38. Tag
"Kamui, run!" Subaru shrieked, claws shooting out of his fingertips.
"Subaru-"
"Run!"
Kamui hesitated, then bolted back to the apartment they'd secured after arriving in this world.
A figure stirred, approaching with slow, deliberate steps. "So honorable of you, to send him away."
Subaru braced himself. The one-eyed hunter grinned and donned his glasses. "I've been looking for you."
"Stay away."
Seishirou smiled. "We have unfinished business."
The hunter advanced, driving the vampire back. As Subaru's back hit the brick wall, he realized he had no escape.
Seishirou leaned forward and lifted one hand to Subaru's forehead. "Tag. You're it."
39. Mischief
His hands trailed down her shoulders. "I love you," he whispered.
Sakura breathed deeply. Her index finger traced his collarbone as she spoke. "I want to get a house separate from the palace."
Syaoran looked up. "Why?"
She kissed him, lips moving slowly down the line of his jaw until they reached the corner of his mouth. Her voice turned mischievous. "So the whole palace doesn't hear us next time we sleep together."
"But . . . 'next time'? We've never-"
"Syaoran."
He blinked rapidly, heat rushing to his cheeks. "You mean-"
Sakura grinned and pushed him onto the bed.