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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Just Say NO! to drugs.

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She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind

- Brick by Boring Brick/Paramore

Sakura spent Friday nights listening to Jazz, enjoying a good book, grading papers... basically laying it low. After a tough week at school, Sakura preferred to grade her papers at home.

The couch in the living room faced the balcony which connected with the one in her bedroom. A light flickered on in the building across. She walked to the balcony in her nightgown.

A clear view into what she presumed was Syaoran's room allowed her to see nothing. The boy was nowhere in sight. Sakura sighed as she went back into the apartment, shut off the light and forced herself to sleep.

*.*

Saturday morning Sakura decided to make a trip to the National Library. She wanted to read a certain edition of Anne Frank's diary, the book they were discussing in school currently. Besides, it was too beautiful a day to waste indoors. The sun was finally out.

Sakura pulled out her brother's bicycle and rode uphill till the road evened out. A left turn later, she was in front of the library. Sakura parked the bike and smiled at the morning sun, Bach's Cello song in her ears. It was indeed a beautiful day. Warmer than most, better than all, it was just getting brighter and hotter by the minute.

Sakura might even have to take her coat off.

She walked through the aisles of books and finally found literature. She pulled out the Anne Frank diaries, one by one, checking the edition on them.

It was when she pulled out the fourth Anne Frank diary that she came face to face with Syaoran on the other side of the bookshelf.

"Hey," he said in a low voice.

"Hi,"

"What're you doing here?"

"I needed a book," Sakura showed him the diary. "What're you doing here?"

"Needed some information on artists of Roman origin," Syaoran showed her a book on Michelangelo. Sakura nodded and continued up the aisle, finding the edition she wanted. She turned around and rammed straight into Syaoran.

"Sorry," he told her as he helped her stand.

"It's fine,"

Sakura walked away and found a table and sat down. Moments later, Syaoran joined her.

"You like symphonies, and sonatas," he told her as he pulled out his pencil kit and pouch, laying out papers on the table.

"I guess you could say that." Sakura told him noncommittally, flipping through pages. Anyone could hear Bach still playing on in her earphones, even though she didn't have them on her ears anymore. Or did he snoop around her apartment that day he was home? Sakura'd never know.

"It's not really my thing, but I know these amazing guys who do sonata covers of modern songs on Saturday nights at this place I go to.

"You'd love it."

Sakura glanced at him before going back to reading.

"Hmm,"

"If you're not doing anything, I could take you tonight."

Sakura stared at him openly this time.

"It's okay. You're probably busy." His eyes were downcast and his lips shy of a pout. He couldn't have found a better way to make her relent. Sakura sighed.

"Where is this place?"

*.*

Sakura wore a maroon sweater with jeans and boots. She opted to wear her hair open, seeing as she was already late. 'Ebony and Ivory' was a restaurant and bar where the owners liked to make an appearance sharp eight o' clock. It was already a quarter to eight and even though it wasn't far from where she stayed, Sakura was scared she might be late.

Sakura refused to go with Syaoran, for obvious reasons, and made them clear to the boy. If one of her friends or family saw her now they'd be so glad she was just making it out into the world on a Saturday night. She rushed down the street, through the traffic and the crowds and stood behind the line before hearing a voice call out her name.

"Sakura!"

She looked ahead of the line to find Syaoran waving her over to the front of the line. He held her hand and walked them into the restaurant.

"Have you made reservations, sir?"

"Li, Syaoran."

So that was his last name.

"Right this way, sir, ma'am,"

Sakura noticed the casual tables with candles on them, the decor of the place rather different from any other place she'd been to.

"Good evening. What would you like to start with?" a waiter asked them. The spotlight was then switched to two men on a small stage not far from them, one on the piano and another on the cello. Sakura didn't hear what Syaoran ordered. The music had begun.

Haunting, as though the music stood for everything Sakura had been through all her life, and meaningful, like the Bible itself, was the music Syaoran insisted Sakura would love. And indeed, she did love it. Her eyes were only focused on the men as they played, enjoying themselves as was Sakura.

"They call themselves Piano Guys," Syaoran said as they applauded once the song ended. Sakura smiled at him. It was probably her first real smile at him, but Sakura didn't know that.

"Thank you, I love them."

They listened to the music for well over two hours before parting ways at Sakura's apartment and after splitting the bill two ways.

"Thanks," Syaoran started, "Again. For everything."

"I told you, it wasn't a problem." Sakura reminded before entering her apartment building. The look of content never left her face.

Syaoran had found her weakness.

Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic

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