DaZeD

By Diamond Wolf Returns

Summary: Some people say that there's one night in your life when the gods look down from above and miracles arise… Sadly miracles just never last… ((S x S))

Rating: Currently Teen, but it WILL go up to Mature!

Disclaimer: Must I constantly remind myself that I do not own the wonderful series of CCS? And that it all belongs to the wonderful ladies of CLAMP who also own Magic Knight Rayearth and Chobits…? mutters darkly under breath

Chapter 2: Could this be Real?

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The lights shone all around in the room lighting up, for the briefest second, the teenagers that danced wildly there. It seemed as if they didn't have a care in the world: homework, tests, and exams could wait; they were having a party, a quite wild one at that, in Sakura's opinion.

Dang it, where is he? Sakura wondered, her green eyes swiveling around the room in search of her love interest; the charming, brown haired, brown eyed, downright handsome, Syaoran Li. He was the exceedingly popular senior of Tomoeda High School whom every female had had a crush on at least once during their stay at the school.

Sakura, why are you looking for him you idiot? This isn't like you! Sakura scolded herself, turning away from her search. But then she saw him, dancing between Jatsu and Aya, both the typical popular girl, so fake-nice that it makes you want to puke, so mean to those underneath them that it makes you cringe, so beautiful that it makes you wonder how they could have an evil bone in their body or how much make-up it took to achieve such supreme beauty. Immediately her heartbeat rose past the normal level and sweat began gathering at her forehead with just one glance of his brown locks.

Mmmmm… She felt her heart catch in her throat. There he was, his brown eyes twinkling each time the light passed over his striking face. He had rhythm that was sure, well, at least more than Eriol who pretty much just stood there looking embarrassed while Tomoyo did all the work, i.e. she danced practically on him.

Then Syaoran noticed her and a large smirk formed on his face, but, much to Sakura's obvious dislike he turned his attention back to Jatsu and murmured something into her ear, to her obvious like. Sakura sighed and turned away before hobbling over to the snack bar. Once the excitement of seeing Syaoran again had worn off, the pain in her toe came back. What was I expecting? It's not as if he's gonna come over and ask me to dance or anything! At least he smiled at me right?

Just then, a hand clamped onto her shoulder, causing Sakura to jump ten feet into the air, despite her injury. "Eyahh!" She cried whipping around to face whomever it was that had placed a hand on her shoulder. She silently hoped it was Syaoran.

No such luck however, she turned to face her stalker of nearly seven years, the disgusting, the vile, the downright creepy; Daichi Watashio. A large smile was placed on his chapped lips as he looked Sakura up and down almost ravenously. Sakura reeled back from the shock of seeing him so close after all these years. After the incident, she had managed to basically keep him at arms distance one way or another. Sakura could feel a wave of nausea wash over her as she remembered when he had tried to kiss her at Tomoyo's birthday party three years ago.

"I didn't know that someone as beautiful as you could ever get any more beautiful, my little cherry blossom." He whispered, his dark olive greenish-brown eyes, which reminded Sakura readily of what her cat had left for her in the catbox that morning, burning with vomit-inducing desire.

"Umm…. T-thanks? Daichi-san?" Sakura whispered back quickly, silently willing him to go away.

"It is no problem to compliment you. I'd do it more often if I could, really I would." Daichi brought a bony finger up Sakura's bare arm. Sakura shuddered in reply, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he continued talking as he grabbed Sakura's hand, each nasty finger wrapping itself around her own. "Would you like to dance?"

"No thank you Daichi-san, I'm fine, really…" She managed to choke out.

"You would? That's great!" Daichi exclaimed, obviously not hearing Sakura's reply or choosing to ignore it. He smiled behind his hideously large glasses with his lips as well as his eyes, and wiped back his oily, black bangs from his face before pulling Sakura behind him onto the dance floor.

Thank goodness that it's a fast song… maybe I can call Chiharu and Yamazaki over here to take the pressure off me… Sakura thought, all reflections of Syaoran left in the sheer terror of her stalker's presence.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………." Sakura led out a long, low groan of dissatisfaction as she watched Daichi begin to dance or rather, begin to convulse to some techno music that the D.J. had put on. She grimaced again then turned to scan the crowd for one of her friends or anyone, really, who could save her from her nuisance.

Chiharu! Where are you?????? Sakura's emerald eyes suddenly locked onto the brown haired girl with signature pigtails. There you are! "Chiharu! Chiharu! Hey! Why don't you come dance with me? And bring Yamazaki too!" Sakura didn't care how dumb she sounded; she just wanted a distraction from Daichi who now was trying some interpretive style dancing. Sakura shook her head as she chanced a glance at the poor dancer. Geez, and I thought Eriol was bad…

"I've been practicing Sakura, can't youtell?" Daichi asked, doing what he thought was the robot, he looked, sadly, more like a constipated chicken.

"Mmhm Daichi, I can," Sakura murmured looking away from him to watch Chiharu, Yamazaki, and Naoko walk over. Thank goodness…but I feel bad for Daichi…

"Hello Sakura!" Chiharu's cheerful voice broke the tension around Sakura and she actually felt her self smiling in relief even as she felt a wave of guilt wash over her, crashing into the nausea she had felt before.

"Shall we dance?" Sakura murmured quickly to prevent any uncomfortable silence that may have occurred. Chiharu nodded as Yamazaki walked over, soon followed by Naoko.

Chiharu didn't answer, but proceeded to shake her hips in vulgar sort of matter that Sakura was sure Mrs. Mihara wouldn't approve of. Yamazaki also began dancing, if you could call it that, that is.

Sakura fell right in step with the beat and actually found herself losing her senses in the music, it was as if all the problems she currently faced went out the window, replaced by the rhythm of the song; she was transfixed in a world of music. But, a sudden brush against her back brought her back to the real world, if only for a second. Then it happened again, and again and Sakura could've sworn she felt hot breath against the nape of her neck.Unable to fight off her curiosity, she turned around and found two familiar chocolate eyes staring intently back at her own emerald ones.

"Hey Sakura," The brown eyed boy murmured huskily in a low drawl. To which Sakura barely managed a weak "Hh?!"

"I saw you needed a bit of a break from ole Daichi-san over there." The intruder whispered. He stopped dancing to stare intently into Sakura's eyes "You do need a little saving right?"

Sakura was too shocked to speak so she settled for a slight nod of the head. Twice in one night her crush had talked to her, and now he wanted to dance with her. There is some kind of God in heaven…

Without waiting for a vocal answer Syaoran grabbed Sakura's trembling hands firmly, but gently in his and brought them over his head to rest against the back of his neck. Letting them go, he brought his hands to rest on Sakura's hips. "You good?"

Sakura just nodded again, relishing this foreign feeling; she had never felt a guys hands on her waist before and she was surprised to admit that she didn't hate it. As the two began swaying side to side she finally realized that the song had switched from fast-beat techno to a slower song and that her friends and Daichi were no longer by her side.

Butterflies began fluttering in Sakura's stomach, battering restlessly at her sides. She was unaccustomed to the feelings that those butterflies and the close proximity of a handsome male dredged up. And just as Syaoran was leaning closer she felt her legs go even more jellied. It was a miracle that they were even keeping her up. And she was nearly positive he could hear her heart thumping a mile a minute, in fact, she was quite certain the whole room could hear and that's why half the people had stopped in mid-dance and were now staring at the two figures dancing intimately in the middle of the room.

"Li-san, why…" Sakura began turning her face upward to look into Syaoran's eyes. Oh those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes; they looked glassy in bright neon strobelights and the brunette couldn't help but take in a sharp breath at the intensity of them, "… why did you? I mean… why me? Why me when there are so many other girls, much prettier, much richer, more popular and more in your league. Why'd you choose to dance with me rather than them?" Sakura immediately looked down, sure she had been thinking those exact thoughts ever since he asked her to dance although she had never meant to voice them, but something about the way he looked at her made her switch from her previous mode of shyness to pouring out her feelings.

Syaoran chuckled lightly and looked away, an unrecognizable glint in his eyes. But as quickly as the movement had come, he turned back and smiled at Sakura. His eyes grazed her face for a minute, searching for the correct and sufficient answer that would turn her to putty in his hands as he did with all the other girls. "Well… before I explain anything I want you to promise me you'll call me Syaoran and drop all this 'Li-san nonsense."

His dancing partner blushed furiously at his sudden forwardness and then nodded.

Bingo. She's even easier than Jatsu… Syaoran thought smirking to himself, but a small rush of an unfamiliar feeling hit him and he found himself almost finding her blush-reaction… cute…

He smirked again, "Well, to answer your question, there's something…. different… about you... but in a good way." He paused and looked into Sakura's eyes. "Is it a crime to be tired of all the regular 'it' girls?" His hands tightened around her waist pulling her closer. "Is it wrong to be attracted to someone so beautiful?" Okay, maybe I over-did that line a little, but… He glanced at Sakura and was pleased to see that she was literally melting in his arms. Her slender cheekbones were on fire and her green eyes sparkled with fervor.

"Uh, um, no. No. That's f-fine." She managed to choke out, breaking the awkward silence left by Syaoran's statement. She chanced a timid smile and looked back into Syaoran's brown eyes that were now burning into her own.

"Shall we go talk?" He asked after it seemed Sakura wasn't going to say anymore. She nodded her head, again speechless, and followed him away from the dance floor. Her hands felt so small in his large ones as he took her to the corner of the room where several couches were sitting empty. It was as if they were waiting for her and Syaoran to come sit down.

Sakura sat down next to Syaoran on one of the large overstuffed couches and immediately Syaoran snaked one of his arms around her shoulder. "You don't mind my arm do you?" He asked, once more looking at her face. He started pulling it off, but Sakura stopped him with a loud cry.

"-No! I mean, it's alright, you can leave it." She looked away, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, but relaxed a little when Syaoran chuckled again and wrapped his arm back around her, pulling her small frame to his muscular body.

I wish I could say something that wasn't so stupid. I must look like a fool to him, especially compared to his old girlfriends... Sakura thought, noticing Syaoran's even heartbeat against her shoulder. It was unfair, she felt, that his should be nice and even when her's was so rapid. Then again, he's probably used to this. He can get any girl he wants here and probably has slept with most of the girls here. Just last week I saw him making out with Hitomi outside the locker room… Maybe he just wants to add me to his list... She began to scoot away from him and was just plotting her next move to get away when Syaoran's amatory voice stopped her.

"I've been watching you for a while, but I never knew how to come up and talk to you. But thanks to Tomoyo, please don't be mad at her, I now know how you feel and I wanna tell you how pleased I am that you like me." Syaoran said pretending not to notice that Sakura had been slowly inching away and now stopped. She's smarter than most of the other girls though… Damn. I almost feel bad…

Sakura looked back at him. He said the words with such heartfelt kindness, with such conviction, how could she not believe him? Maybe this is different, maybe he doesn't just want to get into my pants—or into my dress actually… I can at least give him a chance right?

"Y-you are?" She tried, wanting to believe his words were true, but having a hard time actually doing so. Her heartbeat increased again and her palms felt hot against the cool fabric of the couch.

"Yes." Said Syaoran as he smiled and pulled her close again. He could smell the cherry blossom scented shampoo in her hair and smirked, but he closed his eyes and smelled her auburn hair again. The scent was so alluring, so attractive; he began imagining her in his strong arms, their bare skin touching, the same scent filling his nostrils. No Syaoran, you can't get attached… His eyes snapped open and he was suddenly aware of Sakura speaking timidly to him.

"Can we go somewhere else? I don't like the looks everyone is giving us…" She whispered so that only he could hear. She wanted to appear as indifferent as him, but was slowed by her constant fear of being judged by others. Perhaps if she could forget her paranoia she wouldn't be as timid in her responses she and could enjoy herself and with Syaoran as her only audience she could unwind.

He seemed different than all the other guys, though she already knew this. He was more handsome than any of the other boys except for maybe Eriol, and he had a simplistic happiness about him all the time. He was like a sun in a cloudy sky that was bursting with the urge to push all the clouds away and truly shine. He was someone who wouldn't take no for an answer. But along with all his good attributes he had many bad ones; he liked women too much, but went through them like toilet paper and treated them as such too. It was as if he was trying to find the perfect girl for him, but just couldn't find her and didn't care who he hurt in his search. And Sakura was naïve enough to believe that that girl could be her…

"Sure," He whispered back, unraveling his arm from around her to take her hand in his again. This time he noticed how tiny her hand was in his, and was immediately reminded of a little child. A child that was dependent, fragile, innocent. He nearly dropped her hand right then and there and walked out of the house never to look back, but he remembered what Tomoyo said, he wasn't going to let her down. He would let Sakura have her night…

They walked hand-in-hand out of the room, up the grand staircase that glimmered in the bright light from the expensive crystal chandelier, and into the entertainment room that Sakura knew so well. It was the same room she and Tomoyo stayed up well past their bed times talking and watching Sakura's escapades on the gargantuan t.v. that was housed there. The numerous nights, as the two had grown up, when Sakura sat cradling Tomoyo in her arms while Tomoyo cried her eyes out over her newest failure in love. These memories brought pain to Sakura's heart as she remembered the fight they had had that night. Her sweet Tomoyo had never yelled at her before.

But she pushed these thoughts, and several more like them, out of her head as Syaoran pulled her onto the couch again next to him. He let go of her again to take off his jacket and unbutton the top button of his dress shirt which had undoubtedly cost him an arm and a leg to buy. It was well-known to everyone in the school –-as well as everyone in the whole country of Japan—that Syaoran's family was extremely rich. His father owned five large corporations, three of which were based in Hong Kong, with one in America and one in Japan. His mother, Yelan, was a high-class lawyer who only worked for the best of the best meaning she only worked when she was paid handsomely for it. One of his sisters was a popular actress and another was a fashion designer working in Paris. The Li family lived in a gargantuan mansion on the outskirts of Tomoeda that was even larger and grander than Tomoyo's.

"This better?" Syaoran asked after he was settled again on the couch, and he had his arm wrapped once more around Sakura.

Well, it's better because now nobody's looking at me, but now we're alone, together. Me and Syaoran Li. Alone. She shrugged, trying her hand at indifference, and smiled. "Yes."

"I like it better too, it's quieter." And indeed, it was quieter, the walls of the room ensured that no sound from outside the room got in… and that no sound got out… The only sound in the room was that of Syaoran's voice and a slight thumping noise made by Sakura's nervous foot against the base of the couch.

"Yes. It is." Sakura agreed, taking and deep breath and slowly letting it out to calm her overactive heart. Now that there was nothing else to distract it, the pain in her toe returned throbbing with each beat of her pulse. She stopped tapping her foot and brought a hand down on top of it in order to sooth the pain that reverberated there. Darn it. I finally get a chance to talk one-on-one with Syaoran and all I can think about is my dang toe!

Think Syaoran, there's gotta be something more you can say… what can I say that'll make her calmer? Syaoran racked his brain for something to say, and after a minute of awkward silence he murmured. "You know, I used to be really shy and timid. Every time I got around a beautiful girl I would blush as red as a frickin' tomato and could barely form any words."

Sakura stared blankly at him for a moment wondering if this statement could be true. How could Syaoran who with one look at a girl could get her to strip in less than ten seconds have been shy? "Really? I find that hard to believe. You, shy and nervous?" She let out a little laugh that sounded like music to Syaoran's ears.

Syaoran brought his other arm around to Sakura's shoulder and turned so that he was facing her. Then he brought his face close so that he could smell her hair again. Sakura's hands then began to work independently and before she could stop them they were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her body so that she could smell his cologne. His cologne reminded her of the fresh smell of rain mixed with the woodiness of the old cigar box that she had tucked her in closet holding her special treasures. One treasure was a yearbook picture and signature from Syaoran from freshman year. She blushed.

He laughed his deep, hearty laugh again and brushed his lips against Sakura's. The sudden movement caused Sakura to turn away; she'd never been kissed before, ever. And he had done it so quickly without bothering to ask her if it was alright. But now that the initial shock had worn off she was actually pleased to confess that she had enjoyed it.

"Wow." She said softly, unconsciously licking her lips. She took a glimpse at his, even though the kiss had been quick; it had been long enough for her to notice how soft they had felt against hers.

"I'm sorry, that was a bit forward. I-" Syaoran began to say, trying his best to appear embarrassed although not much caused him embarrassment. However, Sakura stopped him with a small kiss on the cheek that honestly did cause him to blush.

"-I, okay…" Syaoran found himself still unable to reply even after a few minutes had elapsed. It was weird that a girl should affect him so much, especially since she wasn't all that special. Sure, she had a plain prettiness about her and big green eyes that sparkled like ornaments on a Christmas tree, but there wasn't anything exotically striking about her. He blinked a few times then got his nerve about him and gave her his signature smirk once more.

"I-I've never done anything like that before." Sakura admitted as she dissolved into a blush. She twisted her fingers in the thin fabric of her dress sending little ripples of wrinkles cascading from where she touched. She sighed and looked up at Syaoran, her emerald eyes looking at his so trustingly, so innocently.

Dammit. She has to make it difficult for me doesn't she? God, she's beautiful. Why couldn't she be just another ugly whore? His thoughts enveloped his mind.He replied with another sigh then leaned forward to take her lips with his again. I don't wanna break her heart, but she and I… it's not… not… damn she's a good kisser… not possible…not possible…never…no… it's possible…

His hand lifted and his fingers entwined in her hair sending the familiar flowery scent floating through the air around her. He inhaled it as if it were his sweet drug and deepened the kiss requesting entry at the gate of her lips with a gentle swipe of his tongue.

Sakura responded subconsciously as if her body was made to follow these moves, but inside she was scared, and unsure. What if she wasn't kissing right? What if this was going too fast? A kiss against her jaw let all thoughts she currently had fly out the window. He was good… really good—not that she knew any better, being that she'd never been kissed by any other person.

Her hands rose to play with the hair at the nape of Syaoran's neck causing a low murmur of contentment from him as her fingers tapped against the top of his spine. She pulled her legs up onto the couch towards her torso not caring if this movement wrinkled her dress.

His hand ran up her bare thigh pushing the fabric of her dress away and alighting chills down her spine, causing a moan of thrill to rise in her throat.

Then as sudden as it had begun it stopped and Syaoran pulled back, retreating into himself. He didn't say anything, but instead stood up and put his jacket on, a pained expression on his striking face. His mouth opened once, twice, but no words came out. It was as if he wanted to explain why he'd stood, but couldn't.

Was it something I did? Sakura thought to herself, pulling her dress down tenderly over her knees. She was already feeling the cold begin to seep in around her as Syaoran's warmth left. She pressed tentative fingers to her lips; she could still feel the touch of his against them. "If I-" Sakura began, her eyes welling with emotion, but not tearshow could she be sad when something as incredible as this had happened?

Syaoran cut her off,"I'm sorry." And with that he strode out of the room without once looking back.

This is what I wanted: attention from Syaoran. So why do I feel so wrong?

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So what'd you think about that!? I promise, everything will be explained soon. Didya like it? I had so much fun writing it! So PLEASE! GO REVIEW! It'd make my day! Oh and the rating will go back to Mature very soon, I promise. Oh yeah and no updates until I get some reviewage! Kay? I'm a greedy little writer.