Tattooed
Summary: "I've lost everything to drugs, do you know that?" Sakura told him with tears in her eyes. "The funny thing is I've never even touched a drug in my life and yet it destroyed me. It took everything." She turned to face him then. "Please, don't let it take you away from me. I won't be able to handle it, not this time, not again." S x S.
Author's Note: This is a shout out to petiteTRINH and xXBlossomofShadowsXx. Thank you for reviewing and following, and I hope you like this chapter just as much, it's dedicated to you!
Drugs, drugs, say no to the drugs.
Disclaimer: Syaoran's a bit of a bulb, but I swear he's still not mine.
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Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
- Everywhere/Michelle Branch
The drive back home was a boring one. Sakura listened to the radio instead for a change, trying to enjoy the recent pop music. She tapped her fingers with the beat on the steering wheel at every traffic signal.
It had been a long drive home.
On the walk to her apartment she checked her mail and stopped to pull out keys when she heard sounds from the other side of the door. She sighed.
"You're still here," Sakura said as she closed the door behind her. The boy was now in his own clothes, sitting on her couch watching television.
"Yeah, I hope that's okay."
He looked alright, better than the morning.
"Did you eat something?" Sakura asked, suddenly feeling famished.
"No,"
"I'm going to order in. Do you like Chinese?"
She didn't hear a response. She removed her coat, went to her room, changed and dialled the Chinese place nearby for takeout. She left the room and found that the boy had turned off the television. Sakura went and switched it on again.
"Uh,"
"Yeah?"
Sakura switched through channels as the boy fumbled for words.
"Thanks," he told her.
"No problem."
Another channel switched.
"Where'd you find me?" he asked.
"Outside the apartment building,"
"Oh,"
She settled on cartoons. The doorbell rang. Sakura brought the food to the table near the living room and proceeded to set the table for two.
"Do you live alone?"
"Pretty much," Sakura answered as she handed him a fork.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty five," Sakura answered without missing a beat. "How old are you?" This was her second question to the boy.
"Twenty,"
"Hmm," He looked a lot younger than twenty. Sakura could've sworn he was a teenager.
"What's your name?" he asked her. Sakura didn't realize they didn't know each others' names. She almost laughed. As if names mattered. The boy would go back to whatever hellhole he'd climbed out from and she would hopefully never see him again.
She told him her name anyway.
"Sakura,"
"I'm Syaoran." He almost smiled. Still a child, this Syaoran was.
"Hmm,"
They ate dinner in silence, watching The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries. Syaoran ate his stir fry quietly. Sakura wondered if he felt nauseous.
After dinner, she offered Syaoran some strawberry tarts for dessert. The boy ate three of them. So he preferred sweets. Sakura glanced at him once before taking a tart herself.
"How'd you know I wouldn't steal your TV?" he joked.
"I don't think my TV would fetch you half as much as your watch and shoes would." Sakura pointed out. He stiffened at that. The television barely made any noise but it was the only noise in the room, now that dinner had been done with and dessert had been finished.
"I've got to go," he told her as he stood. "Your clothes are in the dryer." He picked up his shoes from the room and slipped them on, looking at Sakura all the while. Sakura was looking back.
"Thanks, again." He said and opened the apartment door. Sakura stood in place, near the dining table.
"Sure,"
He closed the door behind him.
Sakura brushed her teeth, climbed into bed and briefly let her thoughts stray. He seemed polite enough, obviously well educated. It wasn't her place to judge and so she didn't. She couldn't help but wonder though. Why?
Sakura sighed and closed her eyes, listening to soothing sonatas.
How did it matter why? After sometime, even the addict lost sight of his own reasoning. The drug would be everything, the reason, the life, the why. Sakura didn't need to be told that.
Sleep came after much a fight that night.
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Sakura looked out her balcony while she put her hair into a neat plait. The morning air in Glasgow was always so relaxing. The weather was always calming, maybe a bit too cold for her liking, but she'd gotten used to it.
It was true, Sakura wished she didn't have to live alone, but there wasn't a choice in the matter. Touya was busy with the organisation, Yukito was with him, and Tomoyo had work to do and her—
Sakura jerked at the sight of Syaoran walking down the pavement across from her apartment. He was listening to music. Sakura wanted to hide before he saw her. Too late for that, he'd looked up at her balcony and waved.
Sakura did not wave back.
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
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