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.

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Disclaimer: Sadly, not even high on Meth Syaoran is mine.

ii.

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.

- Ordinary Day/Vanessa Carlton

Tomoyo had come to have dinner with Sakura after a long time. She had missed her best friend, and Sakura had missed her right back. The two were currently picking up some groceries at a nearby store.

"So, what's going on with you?" Sakura asked as she carted some cheese and vegetables. Some pasta, and strawberries and she'd be done with shopping.

"Not much, mother's on a tour around the world again, so I'm left behind." Tomoyo said as she eyed some juice and then finally picked one up and placed carefully in the cart.

"You could always stay with me," Sakura told her.

"I live twenty minutes away." Tomoyo reminded Sakura.

"Sakura?"

Tomoyo and Sakura turned around to the strange voice. Sakura inhaled.

"Hello," Sakura said. Tomoyo smiled.

"Hey, I'm Tomoyo,"

"Syaoran." The two shook hands. His grip was firm. His eyes were bright.

"Grocery shopping?" Sakura asked, noting his posture and breathing.

"Yup," he smiled at her, as if to tell her that this time he wasn't high.

"Where do you stay?" Tomoyo asked.

"Oh, just across Sakura's apartment, actually." Syaoran told Tomoyo while glancing at Sakura. Sakura knew as much.

"Ah,"

"I was just here to see what to do about dinner. I'll be on my way. Nice meeting you, Tomoyo. Have a good night, Sakura." The boy moved to place his headphones back on.

"Hey," Tomoyo called out softly. Syaoran turned around.

"Have dinner with us."

Sakura and Syaoran shared brief eye contact. Sakura broke it to speak to Tomoyo.

"I'm sure he has plans, Tomoyo." Sakura stated.

"I don't mind." His reply was rushed.

"We're having Pasta Arrabiatta."

"Sounds great," Syaoran complimented. Sakura wanted to bash her best friend for the first time in a long time.

*.*

"Did you have to call the boy over for dinner?" Sakura whispered irritably to Tomoyo as the pasta boiled. Sakura glanced behind to the living room where the boy sat on the couch, watching television.

"You didn't tell me about him!" Tomoyo accused.

"There wasn't anything to tell!"

"With that face and those eyes, there's got to be something to tell, Sakura."

"It's not like that Tomoyo."

"But it might be, right?"

"He's—" Sakura paused while cutting up the vegetables. "Not my type."

"That boy is everybody's type."

"Tomoyo," Sakura's voice was stern this time. "Trust me, it will never happen."

Her best friend knew better than to argue with that voice. Instead, she helped Sakura chop up the strawberries and ready some syrup for the cheesecake.

"Do you need some help?" Syaoran stood at the dining table, facing the kitchen, with hands in his pockets.

"Sure. Could you set the table?" Tomoyo asked nicely. Sakura wanted to stuff a strawberry in Tomoyo's mouth, just to make sure she didn't talk too much. Syaoran picked up the mats, plates, forks and spoons and went to set the table.

"He's so sweet." Tomoyo exclaimed before refrigerating the newly garnished cheesecake.

Bitter on the occasional high though, Sakura wanted to add. She then placed the vegetables and pasta in the oven, turning around to find the boy and Tomoyo talking. Sakura wiped her hands clean before slicing some bread buns and adding in some garlic butter.

"Sakura," Tomoyo's voice was heard over the table, across the kitchen. She turned around.

"Did you know Syaoran was studying art at the GSA?"

Sakura shook her head. "No, I didn't know that. That's really nice."

"He's just finished getting a bachelors degree; one more year for masters."

"That's fantastic."

"Where're you from, Syaoran?" Tomoyo asked. Sakura listened in while buttering her fourth bun.

"I'm from Hong Kong, originally."

"Oh, Sakura and I are from Japan," Tomoyo told him as Sakura brought in dinner.

"I didn't know that. What do you two do?" Syaoran sat at the same place he sat last time. Sakura sat next to Tomoyo, opposite him.

"Well, I'm a fashion photographer over at Vogue Magazine,"

"That's awesome." Syaoran took a bite of his meal and hummed. Tomoyo nodded.

"...and Sakura's a teacher at St. Aloysius College and like the best cook ever." Sakura glared. Tomoyo nudged Sakura's ribs.

"What do you teach?"

"I teach English," Sakura took a bite.

"That's amazing." Syaoran praised. The three of them fell into an easy conversation after that.

Syaoran offered to cut up the Strawberry cheesecake after Tomoyo had brought it out.

"Did you make this?"

"From scratch," Sakura told him as-a-matter-of-fact like.

"It is unbelievable. Where'd you learn to cook like that?" it was an easy question. Sakura took one breath before answering.

"My dad taught me."

Syaoran nodded. "Must have been one hell of a cook,"

"He was,"

"Thanks for dinner. I have to say, this time was far better than the last time. You're a great cook, Sakura." He told her as he moved to the door.

"You've had dinner here before?" Tomoyo questioned Syaoran more than Sakura.

"A few weeks ago, yeah," Syaoran told her.

A simple wave and goodbye later, Tomoyo pointed an accusatory finger at said best friend.

"Still going to claim that nothing's going on?"

Sakura sighed and left to bring out some pyjamas for Tomoyo. There was no point arguing.

Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.

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