DaZeD

By Diamond Wolf Returns

Chapter 3: All Good Things Must Come To an End

Sakura sat completely still on the dark velvet couch for a minute, but her heart started pounding wildly at the thought of having done something to offend him. She had to apologize. There was no other reason for his quick departure than her own fault, she garnered in her mind. Taking a deep breath, she swung her legs off the couch and tested her footing, then set off after him, the thin material of her dress doing little to warm her suddenly chilled body. I finally have a chance, no a miracle, and I blew it! I blew it!

"Sya-Syaoran! Please, allow me to apologize!" She cried in anguish as she saw his form turning at the bottom of the stairs. He turned to look at her, his jaw grinding against his top teeth, and then walked away.

She was sure at that moment, by that cold look, that she had indeed done something to upset him. Sakura think, what could you have done?! She held her head lightly in her hands and let the moments of the past hour wash over her. No matter how desperately she tried she couldn't place an exact thing that she did wrong. Maybe I kiss badly? Or my breath stinks? She inwardly cringed, then lifted a palm against her open mouth to check her breath.

Sighing, she lifted up the bottom of her dress and proceeded down the stairs, to what? She didn't know. All she knew was she had to get out of that room where she had just spent her moment of ecstasy with Syaoran. Her mind was still reeling from the shock of it all; his touch, his kisses, how her lower regions roared with delight at each contact of his skin on hers. She blushed.

She rounded a corner and nearly bumped into an obviously drunk party guest, but dodged at the last second rather gracefully considering her normal aptitude for clumsiness. She continued in her blind venture until two hushed voices in the dark entranceway stopped her.

"I'm done." Stated the male voice; it was undoubtedly Syaoran speaking in the low tones.

"Wha? Why?" The other voice, which Sakura quickly deciphered was Tomoyo's, replied in loud cries of disbelief.

He grunted and as Sakura moved forward she could see his hand snake into his pocket from where she stood next to the bookshelf. "Take it back, it's off." He shoved a handful of something into Tomoyo's hand, but Sakura couldn't tell what it was from her position in the dim light. Then he turned, before the raven-haired girl could protest, and left the room with a loud bang of the oak door.

Tomoyo shook her head and stared after him, but made no move to follow. Instead she gathered herself and walked from the room, not noticing Sakura's huddled form bracing against the bookshelf.

Sakura quickly crept forward, having no desire to stay at the party any longer, and bent down to grab her tennis shoes from the pile of sneakers, sandals, and heels that the party guests had temporarily discarded. She found one pink shoe rather quickly, but the other took some time to find. Sakura's heart was in her throat at each second that ticked by during her search. She didn't know why exactly, she just knew that she needed to be alone for a bit so her mind could adjust to what had happened and at least three blocks from the Daidouji residence.

After what felt like ages, shoes firmly on feet and her jacket wrapped around her waist, Sakura left Tomoyo's mansion and walked as fast as she could to the rose bushes next to the fence in the front yard. She knew that place well. Tomoyo used it many times in the past to escape the tight grip of her parents and their locked down house. In their younger years it'd been Sakura's house she'd escaped to, but ever since Tomoyo had hit puberty and began to notice boys, the getaway bushes had been used less and less to visit Sakura.

She squeezed between the two bushes, snagging her hair and dress simultaneously on the branches and thorns. Her heart caught; she was ruining her beautiful and no doubt expensive dress. What would Tomoyo think? Then she remembered what had happened earlier and with renewed apathy she pushed through harder to the hole cut in the fence that the bushes concealed beautifully.

Being free from the confines of Tomoyo's property Sakura felt ten times lighter as if she'd been gathering a heavy weight from each incident that occurred at the party that night. It was so strange how a place that had had such a permanent sense of comfort for her all her life could now fill her with such trepidation. She shook it off and pulled her phone from one of the pockets of her wind-jacket and cycled through her contacts till she found her brother's number. Touya will come get me, but then he'll ask why I'm leaving so early and why my dress is so ripped. Nosy bastard. Dagummit. She sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour and shoved her cell back in its place and continued down the street in her pink-shoed feet, ripped dress, and her jacket wrapped carelessly around her hips. She knew she had to look quite the sight.

After what seemed like ages she finally came upon the run-down house that stood as the Kinomoto residence since before Sakura could remember. It looked like a piece of rubble compared to Tomoyo's mansion, but Sakura had no sense of shame as she admitted this fact. This house was more calming than Tomoyo's could ever be, and the wear and tear was what made it feel comfortable. Plus, it housed so many memories of her mother that she couldn't bear to say a bad word about it. She walked up to the gate and slid the latch open with her free hand. She was just pushing her way in when her brother beckoned to her from the street.

"Sakura, what are you doing back already?" Touya asked, his dark hair pushed into his eyes by his jacket hood. He had a large smirk on his lips that immediately told Sakura that she needed to get to her room quickly or he was going to make serious fun of her. She turned away from him, refusing to answer his question. Instead she latched the gate behind her before Touya could get in, and ran to the front door, keys in hand. She couldn't help the tears that covered her face and she didn't want anyone to see them, especially her big brother. He didn't need any more ammo to use against her in their next sibling squabble.

"Hey wait up! You okay?" His voice followed her into the house through the door left ajar by her retreating form. He hopped the fence, not bothering with the gate, and bounded into the house in three easy strides. He then closed and locked the door knowing that his father would not be back until very late. He had an exam to write up for his graduate students and that generally took hours of Fujitaka's time holed up in the library; a fact that often left the two younger Kinomotos to fend for themselves throughout the years.

Sakura's tear-stained face appeared at the top of the staircase as she looked angrily down at her brother. "Just leave me alone, Touya! I'm not in the mood to mess with your antics right now!" She shot at him, her anger and hurt at Syaoran's actions clearly evident in her outward emotions. Her hair, earlier brushed and clipped, was now in all sorts of directions, and her dress was in shambles leaving her looking very distraught as she grabbed the railing for support.

"Sak-" Touya began, but was quickly cut off by the sound of Sakura's slamming door. She hadn't waited another second to listen for his reply. He sighed and climbed the stairs scratching his head as he tried to piece together what could've happened especially because her dress, which had to be more expensive than everything else in her closet combined, was so ripped.

"Shit, females are so damn complicated," he muttered under his breath as he came to stop in front of his little sister's door. He tested the knob, it wasn't locked, so he pushed his way in and found her hiding under her covers, shaking with loud sobs. Immediately he came over to her and wrapped her smaller form in his arms. He pulled her to his chest and wiped the strands of hair that had caught in her tears off her face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"It doesn't matter, I should've expected it," she murmured against the coarse fabric of his jacket. It was wet with her tears and crumpled where she'd laid her head. He tightened his arms around her and kissed her temple in a tender sort of way trying to tell in some nonverbal form that he wasn't going to make fun of anything she had to say.

She paused her sobs for a moment, and took a few ragged breaths. "Syaoran is out of my league anyway."

Touya stopped, the gears in his mind turned ever so slowly. Why did that name sound so familiar? Then it hit him; Syaoran, as in Li, Syaoran, the school playboy of Tomoeda High school and his workmate at his second job at Tomoeda Automotive. He ground his teeth slowly in anger and pulled back as little snippets of cuss words left his lips. "Sakura, he is a no good, worthless shithead asshole who thinks he is mankind's gift to women. Stay. Away. From him." His dark eyes tightened on the last word, anger showing through.

Sakura looked away, a blush rising on her cheeks as she remembered the way Syaoran had touched her and kissed her. She touched her lips, if she tried hard enough she could still feel his against hers. It'd felt so right, so perfect until she'd screwed it up. This brought on another round of sobs until Touya's voice broke through the din. "Shit, he didn't do anything to you did he? Your dress is ripped…"

She was quick to shake her head, wanting to defend Syaoran from her brother despite his strange retreat at the party. After all, she felt whatever had caused him to react that way had been her fault. It had to be her fault, there was no other possible explanation. "I just ripped it b-because I fell." There, he'll believe that. I'm so clumsy all the time.

"You sure?" Touya tousled the hair at the bottom of her neck and looked deeply into her eyes searching for the truth. "Because if he did I swear I will kill him."

Her green eyes grew wide knowing in some twisted way he was telling the truth, but quickly she dropped them to her hands and sighed. "No, he didn't. It's okay. Thank you."

"You are my sister, Sakura, and I will always be here for you. I know I make fun of you a lot, but it's only because I love you. You know that right, squirt?" He touched his fingers to her chin lightly and forced her face up so that dark eyes met emerald ones once more. "Oh and be more careful when you walk, okay? I don't want you destroying all your outfits."

She nodded, forcing a smile, which he quickly returned before pulling his hand away and reaching for his cellphone. "Dammit, Kyouka's been waiting at the door for the past ten minutes. Hope she didn't leave. She's such a good fu-" He stopped himself, seeming to remember who it was he was with and laughed awkwardly before bounding out of the room. She could hear him stopping at the top of the stairs though and soon he was back in her doorway. "Uh… I don't know how to put this, but stay in your room, okay? Kyouka doesn't know you're going to be here and you weren't going to be here so… and I think that if she knows you're here then she won't want to… you know… well…just stay in your room okay?" And with that he left again, slamming the door behind him.

Sakura sat up more in bed and started nibbling nervously on her fingernails. What a horrible night. My best friend yelled at me, I had an amazing chance with Syaoran and I blew it, I ruined this dress, and now I'm on lockdown in my own house just because my brother is a horny bastard. And to top it all off my toe is throbbing again! Dagummit…

The sound of a woman's giggles filled the hallway breaking Sakura's internal monologue. "Oh Touya-kun, you left me waiting outside in the cold for so long. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me! I might have to punish you for doing that!" Her voice was light and airy, but with a hint of seductive nature that gave Sakura a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach. No doubt they had their hands all over each other already.

She knew what they were about to do. And did her brother seriously think that she would sit here quietly all night while that was going on? Probably not, he most likely expected her to sneak off to a friend's house, but she couldn't. They were all at the party, Tomoyo's party. The thought of her brought another round of self pity and a few more tears, but all her feeling of sorrow were soon replaced with complete revulsion.

"Oh Touya! Give it to me! Harder! Harder!!!" Kyouka screamed each time Touya's headboard hit the wall. Sakura choked back bile, not wanting to think of her brother doing the act, but then her thoughts moved to Syaoran and a tingling sensation started to fill her. She shook her head, throwing out any thoughts and dropped her face to her hands. "God, they waste no time at all. Why can't he move out and get his own place already?"

As she listened to the sounds coming from the room down the hall, Sakura suddenly wondered where Touya's mature side had come from and how he had known exactly what she needed to hear. She knew that her brother was now back to his normal selfish, pig-headed ways and in the morning it would be back to "Little Monster" and "Fat Ass" rather than "Sakura" that he would be calling her and somehow this was a comforting fact to Sakura. At least some things could be relied on.

A loud moan from Touya's room rang out again into the silence and Sakura knew she could take no more. She stripped off the remains of the dress and placed them in her school bag to return to Tomoyo on Monday. She then threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and grabbed her pink jacket and wallet before storming out of her room to a symphony of squeals and moans. She really was going to kill him in the morning.

No decency. Seriously. And because of him I have to evacuate the house, but where to?! Can't go to Tomoyo's, or Naoko's, or Chiharu's and Dad is off limits at work. I'll go see Rika, she'll understand. With her mind made up, and the knowledge that she'd soon be leaving the site of another Touya Kinomoto porno she began feeling a little better about things. Thinking of all the horrible things she would do to her big brother in the morning didn't hurt either, as well starting with how he was a hypocrite for hating Syaoran for being a womanizer when Kyouka was his second girl this week to come over for a little "visit".

Once she was safely outside and the sounds of wild passion were drowned out by street noise, she pulled out her pink phone and was surprised to see four messages waiting for her, not to mention numerous missed phone calls and voicemails:

WHERE R U? IM SORRY ABT WHAT HAPPND. CALL ME!

REC. 8:12 PM FROM D, TOMOYO

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SAKURA, PLZ! ANSWR MY CALLS! IM WRRIED.

REC. 8:55 PM FROM D, TOMOYO

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SAKURA!!!!

REC. 9:02 PM FROM D, TOMOYO

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SAKURA-CHAN, PLEASE CALL ONE OF US, TOMOYO IS OUT OF HER MIND WITH WORRY. THANK YOU!

REC. 9:05 PM Y, Naoko

Just as she clicked out of the last message her phone buzzed; Tomoyo calling again for what must've been the fiftieth time. Sakura knew she should answer her phone, but the deep down, childish side of her had no desire to talk to anyone, least of all Tomoyo. She reveled in the fact that she was causing her best friend some sort of anguish after her outburst earlier in the night. Yet she knew that she couldn't keep the cold shoulder up for long; acting like this wasn't her, she forgave her friends generally on the spot, but she hurt too much to at the current moment in her life to think about accepting any apologies. She clicked the reject button and dialed Rika's number, then waited for her to answer while standing out front of her house shivering in the cold.

Rika answered on the second ring, "Sakura! Everyone's been so worried about you. Are you okay? Tomoyo's so worried. She even canceled the rest of her party. You really need to call her."

Aah Rika, ever the motherly one with her voice of reason. Sakura thought fighting the increasing urge to roll her eyes. "Look Rika, I called you because I have nowhere to go. Touya has the house on sexual lockdown and frankly I have about zero desire to talk with Tomoyo right now." She muttered into the phone, pulling her jacket up higher around her neck as a breeze brushed against her frigid body. She toed at a pebble that was lodged between the cracks of the sidewalk as she waited for Rika's reply.

"I can understand that, but there's more to tonight's story than you know…" She paused, sighing, then cleared her throat. She hesitated as if she didn't know what to say, and with each second that ticked by an uneasy feeling started to rise in Sakura's stomach. "I am not the one to tell you about it, though. Call Tomoyo. She will explain everything, okay? After you talk to her, call me and I will come get you, but only after you talk to her and get the full story."

Sakura knew with that the conversation was over with. There was no changing Rika's mind when it was made up. For being the sweetest one of my friend's she can really be the most stubborn. A harsh kick sent the pebble flying from the crack and down the street followed by a shriek as Sakura realized she'd used the wrong foot to kick with. Her toe screamed in agony furthering Sakura's foul mood. "Dammit stinking toe! Fine, I'll call her, but don't blame me if I don't have anything nice to say."

Another pause. "I don't blame you. I wouldn't have anything nice to say to her either, especially after… um, I'll talk to you soon." She sighed one final time and then the dial tone signaled she was gone. Once more Sakura was on her own, left to call the one person she had no desire to speak with, while suffering from a throbbing toe and an increasingly dropping outside temperature.

She pulled her zipper on her jacket to the top and squared her shoulders before heading down the street, phone in hand, towards the corner store. "If I have to deal with this crap I might as well get a king-size Butterfinger to soften the blow of this evening's events. Chocolate solves everything. Then I will call her." She slipped her phone in her pocket, ignoring the constant buzzing every few seconds, and trudged forward.

She was so busy focusing on the idea of the Butterfinger that soon awaited her as the solution to all her problems that she didn't notice the car that had pulled up next to her. Aww the almighty, sugary sweet chocolate-ty goodness. The creamy deliciousness! Nor did she notice the driver rolling down his window and calling to her until the man in the passenger seat had gotten out of the car and was grabbing her by her arm.

"Miss, iz late f-for a pret-ttee thing like you t-to be waalkin' out here alooone." He stopped his drunken, slurred speech to let out a long burp that smelled of straight vodka. "Let Shizuka and me, take you h-home and treat you reeeaaal right-t." He drug out the last two words and looked at Sakura in a sort of way to make her skin crawl. His black hair was cropped almost too short and he had dark, harsh eyes that were glassy with intoxication. His other had reached out to pull Sakura's hips around so he could look her better in the face, each finger bit into her skin and slid up and down in a way that no man should touch a woman that wasn't his. He laughed low and deep and looked intently at her, taking in the slight curvature of her hips that showed through the thin fabric of her sweatpants.

His friend, presumably Shizuka, got out of the car with him, his tattoos on his bare arms only slightly visible in the low light of the street lamp. They were evident enough however for Sakura to realize he was a part of one of the local gangs that ravaged Tomoeda's streets and beyond. He too had cropped hair, but his eyes were lighter and were focused intently on Sakura's shivering body. "She has a nice ass, Yamada," he crooned, striding forward to meet his friend on the sidewalk.

Yamada's fingers tightened around Sakura's arm and she let out a little whimper, unable to find her voice in her terror. It was as if each time he tightened his fingers around her arm, he was restricting her voice-box even more. "Yeahhh, she's a cute one, I w-want her first."

"Fuck that, you know I always get first dibs." Shizuka growled in return, sidling up beside his comrade to pull his hands off the girl. "And what I say goes, you drunk shit-head." He wrenched Yamada's fingers off Sakura and soon replaced them with his, pulling her close to his body. She could smell the liquor on his breath with each ragged exhale and his desire for her was evident as he pushed his hips against her.

Yamada made a move to protest, even parting his lips to retort, but soon the night's overindulgence of liquor was too much for him and he ran back to the road, heaving up the contents of his stomach. The retching noises and the smell of sour alcohol filled the air, making Sakura even sicker to her stomach than she already was. Shizuka laughed again, "Serves you right, maybe one of these days you'll learn to slow down on your drinking."

Sakura twisted in his arms trying to find some sort of way to break free from his vice grip while his attention was focused on the other man. He noticed on her second turn and he gripped her closer in response, dropping his fingers to rest just above her pelvic bone. He pressed inward, pulling her body backwards into his chest. His breathe was hot and uncomfortable against her cheek as he dragged his lips against the soft skin behind her ear. "You smell so delicious, I want you. Can you feel it?"

Sakura shuddered, trying desperately to regain her voice, but all speech escaped her as the fear of what was to happen consumed her. I used to be the Clow Mistress and now this man has me reduced to a shivering mess. But I no longer have access to those cards, or Kero. I'm just like everyone else, just weaker and there's no one to help me out of this. She fought back the tears that were threatening to take over in her defeat, wanting to hold on to what little dignity she had left, but a few tears dripped down her cheeks nonetheless. She'd never felt a man's body this close before and the feel of his male anatomy reacting to her warm body surprised her despite Tomoyo's various sex foreign feeling didn't nothing to qualm her nerves as his muscles flexed in response to her movements.

"What's your name?" He asked, pulling her behind him to an alleyway between two apartment buildings. There was no light there, save for the sliver that spilled in from the lamps on the street. Even if it were well lit, there were plenty of places to hide behind between the trash bins and the grime-covered, old mattress some apartment resident had thrown out weeks ago. He stopped at the corner and spun her around against the wall so he could look at her before descending into the darkness. His light brown eyes took in her tear-streaked face, her green eyes that betrayed her inner fears, and her hair that fanned out in all directions. She was beautiful and wholesome, so unlike the whores he was used to having. He wanted her so badly it hurt.

"Tanaka, Aiko," Sakura replied, not wanting to give him her real name. She would be damned if 'Sakura' was what he yelled in ecstasy. She looked him square in the eyes as she said this, having read in some article somewhere that it was easier to get away with a lie if you looked at the person straight on. But having to stare into his insensitive eyes scared her, especially the way they seemed to undress her without even trying.

Shizuka brought his thumb against her lips and swiped a few times, relishing the soft feel of them against the rough skin of his thumb pad. He smiled imagining those soft lips in other places on his body, kissing down his chest, his hip bones, and below. He groaned low in his throat just at the thought and pushed his body forward against hers, pushing her up against the wall. As the bricks crushed into her back, despite the clothes that separated her skin from the rough surface, she let out low whimper of pain and tried to look away, but his hand held her face in place. She was forced to look at the weather-worm face of her attacker; his harsh face was clean shaven except for a patch of hair just below his bottom lip and he had pock marks covering his cheeks, evidence of a fight during his teenage years with acne.

Both hands moved to the zipper on her jacket and he began to unzip it, exposing her collarbone to the cool night air, then her shirt, and finally the lower part of her stomach. Sakura cursed herself for not wearing a longer shirt as Shizuka's eyes moved freely over the carefully toned muscles of her abs. He licked his lips in a savage sort of way and leaned in with renewed vigor as his fingers dropped inside the waist band of her sweat pants.

"P-please stop," Sakura cried through clenched lips, finally regaining some sort of her voice. She was tired, hungry, and desperate for freedom, but the situation was looking bleaker by the second especially as Shizuka brought his lips crashing down on Sakura's to silence her. Her head slammed against the corner of the brick wall as his lips moved against hers hungrily, almost animal like in his need.

"Get your hands off of her! I've already called the police!" A familiar voice rang out into the night, scaring Shizuka so bad that not only did he retract his fingers and lips, but he took off back to the car and hopped in, forgetting about Yamada bent in half, vomiting his guts up. His tires screeched down the street, but Yamada didn't stop his heaves but once to stare after his egocentric comrade.

"It's gonna be okay, Sakura. The police are on their way. Turns out he wasn't that tough after all. Did you see how he ran?" The man who'd scared her potential rapist off stepped lightly toward Sakura's trembling body, both hands raised to signify he intended to cause her no harm. Her eyes could barely focus as her head spun in circles, the adrenaline kicking in from the trauma. She saw right through him almost as if he wasn't there, but she heard a voice. A lovely voice whether by her own imagination or by him really being there.

"Syaoran?" Sakura's heart burst out of her chest with happiness. She was safe, Syaoran didn't hate her; he was here to save her. The thump, thump of her pulse filled her ears and the pain from her head injury blurred her vision. She still couldn't see, but she knew it was him. It just had to be. This had to be her happy ending after such a horrendous night.

Good news was she was saved. Bad news is her savior was Daichi-san.

All this for a stupid Butterfinger…

Hey guys, finally posted another chapter. Let me know what you think by reviewing! This one definitely had much more adult content in it, but that's why I changed it to 'M'. I apologize if anything offended you or made you stop reading. I'm going to try to update quicker from now on. Thanks for sticking with me!!! –D.W.R.