Reach For The Stars

DVD Help

2009-06-27T23:19:31Z

I need your help please.

My brother stole all my DVDs and I need to know which ones I had so I can let the police know how much in $ he took. Sadly, I forget most of them and I didn't write them down. Basicallly, I need your help compiling a list of DVDs that each actor has been in. Idol DVDs, Photobook DVDs (ex: Nagayan's ON/OFF), Musicals, older movies, etc. Mostly first to third generation and their rivals, the bleach musicals and maybe some that were releated to Tenimyu/Burimyu in some way.

I appreciate anything you can give me, even if it's just one DVD name. <3

Chota-kun Drawing

2007-11-07T03:36:09Z

Otori Chotaroh done using 0.7 lead mechanical pencil. Took about an hour ten minutes.

I'm not really that great of a drawer. By that, I mean this is probably the first time I drew something seriously. And it's not all that great. But here it is for those who wanna see it:

Please ignore all the random dots. I don't have a program to get rid of them and I did what I could in Paint. If anyone has any suggestions on what program to use (assuming it's free) please do tell. Or even if you have one that I could (try) to color it with.

Bonus points for those who can tell me what I was looking at while drawing this.

Thanks for taking the time to look. ^__^

Can't Happen

2006-07-12T07:27:24Z

Title: Can't Happen
Author: kikumaru_eijiku
Theme: Cry #42/50
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story idea is
Summary: Suguru offers, Shuichi refuses.

Fujisaki Suguru walked into Hiro's apartment to the sound of Shuichi crying. With a shake of his head, he stepped out of his shoes and into the slippers waiting for him by the door. Upon entering the living room, he found Shuichi clinging to Hiro's arm and begging the other to "please help him".

Hiro glanced over to Suguru and gave him a look clearly saying, "get him away". Although the three were good friends, one could only tolerate Shuichi for so long before you wanted to bash his head in. The pink-haired boy/man must have been real bad today for the normally patient Hiro looked about to get up and leave his own house.

Walking past the two on the way to the couch, Suguru couldn't help but give a little touch to Shuichi's hair. It was his own way of saying he cared without the other knowing what he felt. As it was, Shuichi turned and glared up at him before turing and throwing himself back into Hiro's arms.

Heaving a great sigh, Hiro pushed his friend off him and sat him beside Suguru on the couch. "Just sit and stay here. Talk to Fujisaki for a while; he always has good ideas." With that, he turned and walked down the hall to his room, giving the door a finalizing slam.

Suguru refused to turn and look at Shuichi, knowing that the other used it as a sign to start talking. When he felt pressure on his shoulder, his body automatically turned to see what was weighing him down and he found himself staring into Shuichi's violet eyes. He took a deep breath and waited.

"FUJISAKI!!! Yu-Yuki.. he...OH!" The tears came easily enough and Suguru knew they were fake, but couldn't break out of the hypnotic hold he was under. "I came home from the interview yesterday and Yuki was watching T.V. I told him we were doing an interview, and he basically told me he'd watch it. But he wasn't...didn't! He was watching tennis! I mean...Yuki and tennis don't mix! But then why was he watching it?"

Suguru opened his mouth to point out the fact that Yuki and Shuichi didn't mix, but thought better of it, and closed it.

"Of all the things he could have been watching, why did it have to be tennis? What's so fun about watching two people running around hitting a yellow ball back and forth? There's no action. No flying, or power-ups or special moves or impossible skills! Not even anything about dinosaurs!"

Again, Suguru didn't comment on the fact that watching your lover doing an interview didn't have any of those things either. Before Shuichi could open his mouth again, he opened his first without thinking. "Maybe you should find someone else then." Immediately, an image of them was pushed into his head and he felt his cheeks heat up.

Shuichi paused in his sniffling to glance up from Suguru's chest. He took in the red face, the eye-avoiding and the tense body beside him own. "Are you offering?" he asked and watched, fasinated and slightly embaressed himself, as Suguru's face turned redder still.

With his mouth opening and closing rapidly, the only thing running around in Suguru's mind was, 'Oh god, he knows'. Without permission, his heart answered.

"Yes."

Silence wasn't often around anywhere with Shuichi near, but when it was, it was gladly welcomed by all. This silence, however, was tense and nerve-racking and not very welcome at all.

Shuichi sniffled back a few tears and leaned back down, snuggling even further into Suguru's chest. "It'd never work." The few tears that did escape were for Yuki, Suguru, himself, and their relationship.

"I know; you love him."

Beat of Life

2006-04-25T10:08:21Z

Title: Beat of Life
Author: kikumaru_eijiku
Theme: Pulse #3/50
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, kissing
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story idea is
Summary: Shuichi can't keep the beat and Suguru makes him feel the pulse to it.

Fujisaki Suguru removed his hands from his synthesizer and threw them up in the air. "Damn it, Shindo! You keep going off beat!" he yelled, turning his back on his bandmate.

Shindo Shuichi rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Suguru's back. "It's not me, it's you messing up!" he argued, knowing full-well it was himself.

Suguru growled low in his throat. "You're not trying hard enough. If we mess up tomorrow for the concert, it's not my fault. It'd be yours." He accented his words by stabbing his finger in Shuichi's general direction.

"I'm trying. You're just not a good teacher."

"I didn't want to do this in the first place. Seguchi-san made me," he replied, starting up his part again. Music exploded in the small soundproof room they were in, effectively drowning out any more words. Suguru stared at Shuichi, watching him take a breath to come in. Again, he was late in his enterance, and the younger just about threw his keyboard at the wall.

"Why can't you get it?" he screamed, pinning Shuichi with a hard look. Suguru breathed deeply, letting out the anger, and motioned the other to him. "Listen to the bass line. Just listen to it and feel it," he said, playing with only his left hand. "Can you feel it? The doted eight, sixteenth almost make it sound as if it's a heartbeat."

Shuichi bit his lip and nodded silently. He hummed his part, the other smiling encouragingly when he stayed on beat, but he trailed off as soon as he heard himself loss it. He had gotten distracted by the other and it couldn't be helped.

Scolding himself for getting to excited, Suguru reached over and grabbed Shuichi's hand, raising an eyebrow questioningly when the other sucked in a sharp breath. He drew the captured hand to his free one and placed his fingers over his pulse. "Feel that?" he asked, pressing the fingers harder on his wrist. "That's my heartbeat. It's almost the exact same as the beat in the song."

With his hand still on the other's and a small blush on his cheeks, Shuichi nodded.

"Just like my beat is my life, the music's beat is its life. Without feeling that beat underneath everything and without moving with that beat, everything else falls apart. If the beat's not there, nothing else is alive." Keeping the hand on his own, Suguru again began the song.

Shuichi concentrated on the beat, ignoring everything around him but that and, still feeling Suguru's pulse under his fingers, started his part.

When he was sure the other was okay, Suguru withdrew his hand and started playing with that hand too. He heard Shuichi panicking and tilted his neck to the side, inviting the other.

Shuichi paused in his singing, face reddening when he understood what the dark-haired youth wanted. Ignoring his insticts to place a kiss there instead, Shuichi slowly brought his hand up and placed it there, feeling Suguru's pulse stronger than before. Again, he made his enterance, this time keeping in time until the end of the song when they both were grinning like idiots.

Without thinking, Shuichi threw his arms around Suguru who wobbled under the pressure. Upon realizing how close their faces were, Shuichi immediately stopped laughing, frozen in his movements.

Suguru's mirth died down when he saw the way the other was looking at him. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Shuichi's, offering his first kiss.

Pink hair tickled his cheek as they kissed, gettting more and more involved. His moan was caught between them when a moist tongue was thrust into his mouth. Suckling eagerly on it, he raised his hands up, looping them around Shuichi's neck as he turned and pressed their bodies flush against each other.

With his lungs screaming at him, Shuichi pulled away, arms still wrapped around a narrow waist. Chocolate brown eyes opened slowly, sensuously and he pulled his bandmate closer, burying his nose in dark green locks.

A deep voice was heard in the halls, and the two broke apart quickly, easily recognizing their other member's--Hiro's--voice. The door opened and a pile of people walked in, a cry of 'Shuichi' the only thing heard before said person was glomped by a giant pink bunny. In all the commotion, nobody, save Hiro, noticed as the keyboardist backed out of the room, his lips curved in a smile.

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They were set to go on stage in five and already Shuichi was panicking. After only that one practise alone with Suguru, he had neglected to practise anymore and he was paying for it. His eyes met Suguru's and he knew the other knew what he was worried about. However, that also brought up memories of the kiss they had shared. With his face reddening, Shuichi looked away.

Suguru looked away as well, memories too strong to not be readable in his eyes. He understood the singer was taken; he understood the other was attracted to him. What he didn't understand was what to do about it. There was no way he could ask Shuichi to leave Yuki for him, especially when he loved him. That day the incident had happened, Shuichi had probably gone home and showed his lover exactly how much he was loved. So Suguru gave up, his love unrequited still.

Watching the two, Hiro knew without being told what was going on. He had seen the attraction in Suguru towards his best friend and fully supported him. In his mind, anyone was better than Yuki, Suguru just happened to be one of the best.

The three of them were all distracted from their thoughts when Bad Luck was called on stage. With fingers crossed and hearts hopeful, they walked on stage to the raucous crowd.

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Sneaky

2006-04-24T20:17:16Z

Title: Sneaky
Author: kikumaru_eijiku
Theme: Nerdy #2/50
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, kissing
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story idea is
Summary: Shuichi devises a way to get Suguru's papers.

"Oi, Fujisaki, what'cha got?" Shuichi asked, peeking around Suguru's shoulder.

The younger male hugged the envelope to his chest and glared at the face beside his own. "None of your business. Get back to work."

Shuichi pouted before reaching over his friend's shoulder. Suguru, however, was faster and was already on the other side of the room before he even touched it.

"Don't even try it," he warned.

Shuichi grinned misceviously, in for a game. "It has to be important if you keep looking at it every two minutes and you, the mighty Fujisaki Suguru, are telling us to get to work." He slowly stalked towards Suguru, almost as if he was prey.

The other male clutched the paper to him and glared evilly. When Shuichi started to laugh, he sighed. "If I tell you what it is, will you leave it alone?" he asked, still watching the other approach him.

Shuichi grinned, proud of himself for cracking Suguru's exterior. "Sure, I guess," he said, fingers crossed on both hands behind his back.

Still looking at the other warily, he pulled the envelope down and stared at it for a second before saying, "It's my school grades for my final year."

Shuichi tilted his head to the side. "So then why are you looking at it and why haven't you opened it yet?" he asked, inching his way closer.

Suguru sighed haughtily. "Because if my grades are bad, my parents are going to murder me and I won't be able to play with Bad Luck anymore. I don't really want to open it yet, but I have to." He glanced down at it nervously, bottom lip caught by his teeth.

Upon reaching the dark-haired boy, Shuichi jumped at him and knocked him onto the couch. As Suguru was trying to get up, frantic gaze on his, Shuichi sat on his lap, effectively holding him hostile.

"Shindo, get off me!" Suguru cried out pushing at Shuichi's chest with one hand while keeping the other away.

A brief struggle for the paper ensued. With Suguru leaning back on the couch as far as he could go and Shuichi on his knees in his lap, their faces were in close quarters. Upon noticing this, Shuichi took the opportunity and swooped down and claimed Suguru's lips.

Moist lips opened on a breath of surprise and Shuichi took that too, thrusting his tongue in the other's mouth. When he stroked a particularly sensitive spot, lax fingers relinquished their hold and the report fell into eager hands.

Tearing his mouth away, Shuichi bounded over to the other side of the room, breath uneven. He stared as Suguru lifted a hand dazedly and touched his lips. Eyes caught and held his own, not yet able to focus.

Suguru looked away and mumbled something to himself that, to Shuichi, sounded like jumble. When their eyes met again, he could see the passion in them had been cooled down to some extent. Rich brown eyes lowered. When Shuichi realized he was still grasping the hard-won papers, he tore open the envelope and pulled them out, glad for the distraction.

Any leftover awkwardness was quickly thrown out the window when he actually saw the marks. "Sugoi, Suguru!" he cried, his slip of the first name only producing a minor blush from them both.

"Is it bad?"

Shuichi shook his head vigorously. After a slight hesitation that Suguru saw, but didn't comment on, he walked over to the couch and sat beside him. "Look," he said, pointing when the other leaned closer, "all your marks are in the high 90's. Hell, your grade average is 96%. Your parents can't get mad at that."

Suguru leaned over to get a better look and an image of them kissing rose unwillingly to his mind. A small blush graced his features. Of its own accord, his body leaned in closer until he could feel Shuichi's breath in his hair and the heat his body was giving off. He knew what he was doing; knew he was practically asking to be kissed again and that the other knew too.

Shuichi moved the paper to the table beside him and when the other didn't move away, he lifted his face to his own. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own and continued past the graceful neck to grip arms trembling with held-in energy.

Suguru lifted a hand and laid it across Shuichi's cheek, fingers tracing an invisible path. They lingered a heartbeat to long on his lips before they were taken away to be replaced with his own velvety lips. Suguru's soft moan was caught between them as he was pulled closer.

When air was needed, they broke apart, looking each other in the eye to gauge reactions.

"Nerd," Shuichi murmered, fingers caressing gently.

Suguru wrinkled his nose adorably before leaning up and sealing their lips, this time with all the pent-up hunger they felt.

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Another one done...two in one day...wow...lol

Hidden Eyes

2006-04-24T17:53:45Z

Title: Hidden Eyes
Author: kikumaru_eijiku
Theme: Ignorance #1/50
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story idea is
Summary: Shuichi is unaware of the eyes on him.

Shindo Shuichi sat in his plush chair in front of the desk. He was writing lyrics for the next song his band, Bad Luck, was going to play. His best friend and band-mate, Nakano Hiroshi, was sitting on the couch near him, strumming on his guitar. His other band member, Fujisaki Suguru, was slowly learning the new piece on his synthesizer.

"Hiro, tasukete!" he cried, forehead connecting painfully with the wooden desk.

Hiro sighed. He walked over to the desk and picked up the pen, placing it in Shuichi's hand. "Here, I can't help, you have to do it by yourself."

Shuichi sprang up from his seat and clung to Hiro's shirt sleeve. "But...but, I can't think of anything! My mind's all fuzzy!"

Hiro glanced over and met's Suguru's curious eye. Smirking slightly at the pinkening on the other's face, he winked and watched as the blush intensified. "Maybe you should tell Yuki to take it easier, ne, Shuichi?"

"Hiro!" His face brightened. "It's not his fault!"

Suguru closed his eyes against their ramblings. They had been going on for three hours about this song and he wasn't any further than when he had gotten there. He glanced up when Shuichi cried his name and barely had enough time to brace himself for the tackle.

"Oi, Fujisaki! You can help me!" Shuichi cried from his position over the keyboardist.

Suguru pushed him off and sat up, rubbing the back of this head uncomfortably. He refused to acknowledge the tingly feeling he was experiencing. "I will not help you slack off, Shindo. We have two weeks to complete and learn this. You're not getting away without doing your share."

Shuichi's eyes grew large and liquid. "Suguru no baka!" he cried, leaping onto Hiro. "Fujisaki's picking on me! Tell him to stop!"

Suguru rolled his eyes and sighed mournfully.

"Ah, Shuichi..." Hiro murmered, eyeing his friends, "I have to go pick up Ayaka-chan. You and Fujisaki are going to have to deal with this on your own." A quickly sucked in breath made him look over at Suguru and he watched the emotions play across his face.

The fact that him and Shuichi would be alone finally settled in his mind and his face went up in flames. He glared at Hiro reprochingly, willing his blood to cool. When his face was again the normal pale color, he glanced over at Shuichi to see if this information had affected him at all. Apparently, it hadn't as he was still nagging Hiro.

Shuichi craned his neck to look up at his friend. "You're lying! You didn't say anything earlier. Liar liar!" he declared.

Hiro held his hands up to cover his face against Shuichi's attacks. "I didn't want to earlier 'cause I knew you'd do this."

"You just want to get away from me," he said, the corner of his mouth turned down in sadness. His pout grew when he saw Hiro trying to inch his way closer to the door.

Hiro gently turned Shuichi towards Suguru and pushed him away. His plan went of better than expected when the pink-haired man tripped over a chair leg and went tumbling into Suguru. He lept forward to help, worried for them, when an idea struck him. Ignoring the bewildered look on both of their faces, he spun on his heal and raced for his bag. "Good luck!" he cried, rushing out the door.

Shuichi gave a great cry and tired to get up to run after him, but his legs were tangled with Suguru's and they both went sprawling gracefully to the ground again.

Still grumbling, he levered himself up onto his elbows and gazed down at the other male. When the frown between Suguru's eyes deepened, Shuichi flicked it lightly, almost as to say 'I'm sorry'. Not wanting a reprimand for doing something so...friendly, he stood up quickly and walked over to the desk. Upon doing do, however, he missed the blush that stained the dazed boy's face.

When Suguru got to his feet again, he threw a sheepish grin at Shuichi's back. As if feeling his gaze, Shuichi glanced behind him and met Suguru's eyes. He grinned mischievously then suddenly turned and went back to work on his lyrics.

Suguru smiled to himself and continued to watch Shuichi's movements until he removed himself from his trance. He blinked, feeling strangly lightheaded before going back to work with one last meaningful glance at Shuichi.

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I think this is one of the few I actually finished and one of the few that doesn't have a NC-17 rating for it. I really hope someone liked it. I'm not really a good author, but I love reading and writing about my favorite anime characters, ya know? It doesn't really flow easily, but I tried. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it a bit.

Cross-posted at yaoi, yaoi_smut_fics, yaoi_fanfics and gravifansunite.

Fanfiction:Tenipuri:Where'd ya go?

2006-02-14T00:46:05Z

Title:Where'd ya go?
Pairing:Shishido/Ohtori
Warning:yaoi, swearing
Rating:PG-13
Chapter:1
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Ohtori's b-day fic...
Notes:I'm not doing this all at once. I'm writing it up as I go and when I get bored, I'm posting it here. This version is not the finished version, there is still more to it. And yes, I do realize it's past his birthday.

Ohtori Choutarou looked around him, worried. His doubles partner, Shishido Ryoh, hadn't appeared at practice yet and he was getting yelled at by the rest of the team. When one of his teammates turned to him and opened his mouth, he held up his hands and backed away slowly. "I don't know where he is. Shishido-san's never late or absent without a good reason. I don't know why he's not here."

"But he's your lover, you should know where he is!" Mukahi Gakuto said, grinning.

Ohtori turned and glared at him. "We're not lovers!" He looked sad a moment before his face resumed it's normal expression. "And even if we were, he wouldn't tell me where he was all the time, anyway." A sly look entered his eyes and he glanced quickly to Mukahi's double partner, Oshitari Yuushi. "Does that mean that you know where Oshitari-sempai is all the time?"

Atobe snickered to himself as he watched Oshitari turn away and grin and Mukahi blushed slightly while stuttering that they weren't lovers. He walked closer to the three of them, Kabaji on his heels. He snapped his fingers and they all turned to look at him. "We've gathered that Mukahi likes to annoy people and that Ohtori is finally getting a backbone, but Oresama need practising to be done. Ne, Kabaji?"

"Usu," the bulky second year answered, gaze straight ahead.

"Atobe-buchou, Shishido's not here, we can't practise without the D1 pair. Ohtori's good, but not that good," Oshitari said, pushing his glasses up further on his nose.

Ohtori reached up and caught his cross necklace between his long fingers. "I'm sure Shishido-san will be here soon."

"He better be. Oresama needs his team to be strong in the Nationals to crush the others."

"And he also needs to be here to save his lover from-"

Ohtori blushed brightly. "We're not together!"

"Mukahi, leave him alone already. Bickering is not going to get Shishido here faster,” Atobe said, turning back to the courts. He turned to look over his shoulder at them. “Oresama bids you to come to the courts and play.”

“Too bad, Ohtori, Shishido isn’t here for you. Considering what day it is and all.”

“Who says Shishido isn’t here?”

Three heads turned towards the new voice. Shishido grinned at their faces, reaching up and resting his hand on Ohtori’s shoulder. “Why aren’t you practising, Choutarou?”

Ohtori blushed. “Ah, gomen, Shishido-san. Atobe’s trying to make us play doubles, you know, for the Nationals and all, but I couldn-“

“Yeah, maybe. But now you can.” He turned Ohtori and himself against the other pair, ignoring Mukahi’s giggles and Oshitari’s rather ineffective hushing noises. He looked up at his partner. “Ne, Choutarou, about not being here on time…” Shishido trailed off, not one for apologies.

“It’s alright Shishido-san. You’re here now, right?”

Shishido sighed heavily and dropped his arm. “Yeah, but we both know ‘Oresama’ isn’t going to be happy about it,” he said, placing more emphases on Atobe’s pet name.

Ohtori turned a shocked face towards him. “Shishido-san, don’t say things like that about Atobe-buchou.”

“Especially when said ‘Oresama’ is near oneself and within hearing range of such a…vile tone.” Atobe jutted his hip out to the side and rested a hand there. “And where has our resident drama queen been off to? What could be more important than Oresama’s practises?”

Shishido rolled his eyes slightly but still got a glare for it. “I was off doing something else. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Atobe’s lips twitched. “Yes, you are. And now, you’re going to run laps until practise is over.” He raised his hand over his head and snapped his fingers again. The rest of the members, regulars or not, paused in what they were doing to look over at him. “Oresama would like to point out that people who do not abide by the rules and come on time, will, like this poor soul,” said with sarcasm, “be running laps until Oresama thinks you have atoned for your sins.” He nodded towards Shishido and watched him start to run. “Go.”

When everyone resumed what they were doing, Atobe turned to Ohtori. “Since you don’t play singles and your doubles partner is…busy, Oresama wants you to help your kouhai. Serve to them using your Scud Serve. It’s time they practised on a regular and someone with speedy shots.”

“Hai, Atobe-buchou.” And off Ohtori ran, Atobe watching him pick up his racket on the way. “Come, Kabaji, let us watch the others.” And he too turned his back and walked off.

“Usu.”

After saying his catch phrase and watching the tennis ball speed past the second year, Ohtori glanced at Shishido running laps. He caught his eye and smiled when the other did. Lifting his arm in greeting, he wondered about whether or not to mention to his double’s partner that today, as well as being Valentine’s day, was his birthday. He doubted the third year even remembered. Shishido never remember things like that, or if he did, never comented on them. Ohtori knew that Shishido not remembering wasn’t something knew, but this year he had hoped for it to be different. He had been slightly dissapointed when there had been no special welcome this morning.

His thoughts were interupted when screaming, giggling, and hyper fans crowded around the court fences. Just about all of them held something in their arms for the regulars. A collective groan was heard throughout the courts. Ohtori chuckled to himself as he watched Mukahi skip around his partner to hid behind him.

Upon hearing Ohtori’s laugh, he turned to glare which only served to increase his amusement. He turned back to Oshitari to tell him to tell Ohtori off, only to find him smiling too. “Yuushi! You’re supposed to be on my side!” he yelled, punching Oshitari’s shoulder.

Oshitari merely shrugged his shoulder and rubbed the sore spot on his arm.

When the fans sighed happily, the three of them turned to find Atobe near the fence. “I know none of you can resist Oresama’s greatness, but this year you’re going to have to try. My team needs to practice and they can’t be distracted by your pretty faces.”

Jiroh giggled. “Ne, Atobe-san, that wasn’t the right thing to say to them,” he said, grin still evident on his face. “Now they’re all swooning over being complimented.”

Atobe flipped his hair. “At least when they’re in swoon mode they don’t scream as much. Oresama’s ears were starting to hurt.” He winced when the screaming increased ten-fold.

“Shishido-san!” Ohtori cried, watching as Shishido tried to outrun the horde. Said person turned a pleading look his way. Ohtori jogged over to Atobe. “Atobe-buchou, please, hasn’t Shishido-san done enough laps?”

“Yeah, buchou, anything’s better than being chased by them,” Hiyoshi added, joining them.

Atobe sighed as if in pain. “Shishido, get back in here,” he called out.

Shishido grinned, grateful. He finished his current lap, not chancing running through the group following him.

“Shishido-san!”

“Wait!”

“We just want to show you how much we love you!”

Using up his last burst of speed, he ran through the open gates and slumped over onto the ground.

“If your that wore you out, you’ve got no right being a regular,” Atobe said, looking down on Shishido. “Go practice with your doubles partner. No resting.” Atobe twisted around to face Ohtori. “And don’t you start sticking up for him either.”

Ohtari closed hie mouth, cheeks pink. “Hai, Atobe-buchou.” He turned to Shishido and gave him a symathetic smile. “Well, let’s go practice, Shishido-san.”

Following the D2 pair, Ohtori looked over at Shishido and found him watching him. With a faint blush grazing his cheeks, he quickly averted his gaze. “Ah, Shishido-san…”

Shishido jerked in surprise. “Choutarou? Did you say something?” he asked, tactfully not commenting on either of their red faces.

“Ah, no, Shishido-san.”

The two doubles pairs faces off from one another, Atobe, Jiroh, and the fangirls watching on.

“Ne, Atobe,” Jiroh started, “do you think Ohtari and Shishido can win in the Nationals?”

Atobe turned to look at the boy beside him. “Of course they can, Oresama is their buchou.”

Jiroh sighed and ran his and through his already messy hair. “Atobe, seriously. They won against Seigaku last time only because neither the regular D1 or D2 pair were playing. Mukahi and Oshitari lost to the D2 pair and they weren’t even partners before.”

Atobe watched his friend. “They can do it. We’ve trained more than we usually do, Seigaku doesn’t stand a chance against any of us.”

“Hmm. I hope your right.” He yawned widely, before promptly leaning against Atobe’s shoulder.

The captian went rigid before relaxing slowly. Jiroh tumbled off his shoulder and almost did a nose dive into the ground, but Atobe caught him before he slid off his lap. With a resignated huff, he allowed Jiroh to lay his head in his lap.

The screaming fans around the courts shut up immediately at Atobe’s withering glare. That did not, however, stop them from whispering and pointing at the captian letting someone else close to his great body.

Their attention was drawn to the match when Mukahi gave a great cry and lept onto Oshitari’s shoulders. Even Jiroh opened an eye to watch the amusement.

“Oh God! Mukahi-senpai, are you alright?” Ohtari asked, running up the net.

Mukahi glared at him and Shishido. “You almost hit me with that stupid serve! You shouldn’t be allowed to use that on me!”

“Using your lack of size to balk out of things, shrimp?” Shishido taunting, racket over his shoulder.

“I’m not! Ohtari almost hit me with his serve!” He fixed a piercing gaze upon the second year. “Watch where you’re serving and not your lover! It was this close to my head. This close!” He was gestering around widly with his arms, and if the tensai hadn’t known his partner as well as he did, would have got a fist in the face.

“Mukahi-senpai!” Ohtari cried, embaressed again. “I told you-“

“It’s not my fault he has almost perfect aim. If only it was a little…closer to you, it woulda been right on target.” He caught Ohtari’s stunned look and blushed a little himself.

“Any closer and he woulda…WAIT,” he cired suddenly. “You admitted it! HA! I caught that slip, I know that you’re fucking each other now!”

Shishido picked up the tennis ball and tossed it to Ohtari. When he barely caught it in time, he smiled faintly. “It’s easier to agree with him than to argue, and today I don’t wanna fight with him.” He grinned. “Too easy a kill.”

With Mukahi skill grinning and hoping around Oshitari and Atobe and Jiroh watching on the sidelines, Ohtari stood in the middle of the court, a stupid, embaressed experession plastered to his face.

“Oi, Choutarou. We know it’s not true, but it shut’s the perverts up. If they think…that, it’ll grow old sooner or later, ne?”

Ohtari nodded mutely, face not as red as before. “Are,” he stopped and cleared his throat. “Are we still playing?”

“Yeah. Hey, you two! We gonna finish kicking your butt or you gonna admit your defeat.”

Mukahi turned to him and stuck out his tounge. “We’re gonna your butt. If it’s not sore from your…after school activities.”

Settling back to watch the events going on in front of him, Atobe grinned.

After practice, the team rushed to the clubroom, eager to avoid being caught by the rabid fangirls. Jiroh, however, was still sleeping on the bleachers and was quickly sucked into the mob.

Ohtori peered out the door at them. “Maybe we should help him. It’s not like he’d defend himself.”

“Oi, Ohtori! It’s his fault for sleeping during practise. He knew what was going to happen.”

Ohtori turned to the redhead. “I know, Mukahi-san, but still…”

Atobe tossed his head despondently. “Kabaji.”

“Usu.” When the door opened, squeals erupted before it was again silenced by the door.

Ohtori turned to Atobe. “Arigato, Atobe-buchou.”

“Oresama doesn’t want to be known as one to abandon his teammates and kouhei.” He humphed and walked to the locker. Neat bags of Valentine’s treats were stuffed in his locker. He grinned smuggly.

When Shishido swore softly and smashed his head against a locker beside him, they turned to him. Atobe, in his narcissistic nature, ignored them and coninued to the showers.

The silence was broken when the door opened and Kabaji walked in with Jiroh over his shoulder. “Sugoi! Oi, Kabaji, put me down!” When he was tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, he immediately jumped back up and scurried over to Shishido’s locker. “Sugoi, Shishido!
You’ve almost got as much as Atobe!”

Oshitari chuckled. “It’s a wonder it all fit in there.”

“With all them, he’ll get fatter than he already is,” Mukai said, clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his chortles. The glare he received only increased his efforts not to burst out laughing.

Shishido growled. “Look who’s talking, shrimp.”

“Shishido-san, Mukahi-senpai, please not today.”

Snarling, Shishido turned back to his locker, his cheeks tinted pink. He pushed the sweets onto the floor and grabbed his bag. Amused, he watched Mukahi and Jiroh scramble on the floor to pick up the candy, pushing others out of their way.

When Mukahi bumped into Hiyoshi, the 2nd year stumbled a few feet before steading himself. He glared at the two of them, but after realizing they weren’t paying any attention to him, he stalked into the showers.

Leaving Mukahi and Jiroh to their bickering, the rest of the regulars contiued on their way, Shishido “accidentally” stepping on Mukahi’s fingers.

After showering and changing into regular clothes, Shishido stomped out the door, careful to avoid Mukahi and his pranks. Ohtori, on the other hand, was not fast enough to avoid him.

“So Ohtori-kun. Are you giving chocolate to Shishido or is he giving you some?”

Ohtori blinked up at him uncompromisingly. “Shishido-san doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. I don’t think he’d give out chocolates nor do I think he'd appreciate more.”

“No, stupid. Whoever’s the uke has to give chocolate to his seme.” At Ohtori’s blank look he sighed heavily. “You know, uke, seme. Bottom, top. Fucked, fucke-“

“I think he, along with the rest of us, get your point.” He gestered to Ohtori’s red face.

“Mu-Mukahi-sempai. Shishido…ah, Shishido-san and…and I aren’t…like…that,” he stutterd, looking arounnd cautiously to see if said doubles partner was near.

Mukahi laughed. “You just keep telling yourself that.” He turned to his own partner. “Hurry up, Yuushi. All the candy’s gonna be gone if you don’t move.”

Jiroh bounded over. “Candy?” he asked, eyes shining.

Atobe, still fixing himself to perfection, merly said, “No matter how much candy you get, Oresama’s pile will still be biggest.”

“Do you even eat all that candy?” Hiyoshi asked on his way out the door.

Atobe swipped his hair off his face. “Oresama does not eat such common…sweets.”

With Mukahi distracted, Ohtori took his chance and rushed out the door. Jiroh noticed him just as the door closed and he opened it again to yell out, “Happy Birthday, Ohtori-kun!”

The birthday boy turned to wave happily, a smile on his face. When ehcos followed it, his smile widened. He turned to continue on his way, happier than before.

Upon reaching the front gates to the school, he found Shishido leaning there insolently. “Ah, Shishido-san. What’re you doing here?”

Shishido turned to him. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Ohtori smiled again. “Thanks, Shishido-san.”

Shishido humphed, but Ohtari caught the small smile playing on his lips.

The two turned simultaneously to continue on their way home.

Fanfiction:Tenipuri:It's Not Real?:1

2006-02-13T23:58:50Z

Title:It's Not Real
Pairing:Shishido/Ohtori
Warning:yaoi
Rating:PG
Chapter:1/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Ohtori misunderstands something Shishido says and wishes he'd kept on dreaming.

Shishido Ryoh tensed up as his friend, Ohtori Choutarou, leaned on his shoulder. The younger had been doing that a lot lately and it was confusing Shishido more and more. For the time being, he ignored the other and let him rest there and continued watching the TV. However, when Choutarou leaned in more and rested his head on Shishido’s shoulder, he had to ask.

“Choutarou? Why are you always leaning on me?”

Choutarou looked up, brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, Shishido-sempai,” he said and pulled away frowning.

Shishido sighed. “That’s not what I was asking, Choutarou.”

Choutarou blushed slightly. “I was…just tired, Shishido-sempai.”

Accepting the answer as the truth, Shishido went back to watching the TV screen. Before the scene changed, the phone rang. Shishido sat up and reached for it.

“Moshi moshi,” he said, watching Choutarou turn down the volume with the remote.

“Shishido-kun,” a female voice answered.

“Ah, Aoi. So, have you thought about it?”

Aoi was hesitant. “I don’t know, Shishido. I thought you were already going out with someone. I can’t go out with you until you break it off with them.”

Shishido cocked his head to the side. “I am? Where did you hear this from?”

“That friend of yours. Your partner from tennis.”

“Ohtori-kun?”

“Yeah, him. He said you were going out with someone already.”

Shishido glanced at said person for a second. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

Aoi sighed. “Then talk to him and tell me another day.”

Shishido hung up the phone and turned to Choutarou. "Ne, I was just talking to Aoi. She said that you told her I was going out with someone."

Choutarou blinked rapidly. "You're not going out with anyone?" he asked slowly. When Shishido shook his head, he put his face into his hands. "I...didn't know that. Sorry."

Shishido rested his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, don't get yourself that worked up over it. It's not that bad. But, I'm curious...Who did you think I was going out with?"

Choutarou laughed sadly. "Me."

Shishido stared at him. "You? You thought I was going out with you?"

"We're not? I don't know what's going on anymore." Choutarou shrugged Shishido's hand off his shoulder.

“No, we’re not going out. Hell, I’m not even gay. And don’t you usually ask someone to go out with them before assuming?”

“That’s what I don’t get. I did ask you, Shishido-sempai. Remember that day that we had to work on that history project a while ago?”

Shishido thought back. He started when he found the date in his mind. “Ohtori, that was more than a year ago. And you never asked me if I wanted to go out with you.”

Choutarou flinched at the use of this last name. “I-I know it was more than a year ago. I haven’t had you in a class since then.” He drew in a large breath. “I asked you that day you came over to my house to work on the project. We left it for the last minute and I wanted to get it done so that you could get that class over with. We were up late working on it. The whole time I had been gathering up the courage to ask you. When we got it done, I asked you if you wanted to go out the me. You said, ‘Sure, where.’ We went to see that movie that you wanted to see three days later.”

“You were asking me to GO OUT with you. I thought you meant, like, hang out together. I didn’t realize what you were saying. You were kinda, mumbling and all.”

“I was embaressed.”

“I can see that now.” Shishido sat there and let the silence reign on. “Hell, Choutarou, so for the past, what, fifteen months, you’ve been thinking we were going out?”

Choutarou nodded, to worked up to talk.

“And that whole time, you never tried anything. Never tried to push our ‘relationship’.”

Choutarou laughed ironically. “I was giving you space. I wasn’t going to try anything. You were going to have to.”

“Ah, Choutarou-kun, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know, ne? If I did, I would have stopped this earlier.”

“It’s okay, Shishido-sempai. I’m rather glad that I had that time with you, regardless of whether or not it was real.”

Fanfiction:CCS:What did you just say?

2006-02-13T23:52:29Z

Title:What did you just say?
Pairing:Syaoran/Sakura
Warning:WAFF
Rating:G
Chapter:1/1
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura overhears a conversation between Tomoyo and Syaoran

I, Sakura Kinomoto, stood staring at my friends. Syaoran Li and Tomoyo Daidouji were whispering to each other, their backs to me. I glared at them, wanting to know what they always talk about when they walk away like that. They always have to talk by themselves and never let me know what they’re saying. Tomoyo won’t tell me, Syaoran won’t either. They both change the topic and ignore me if I say anything else about it.

When Syaoran looked at me, I stuck my tongue out at him. He shook his head and grinned. When Tomoyo poked his arm, he turned to look at her again.

It was almost as if they were going out. But Tomoyo said that she wasn’t going to steal Syaoran away from me. She knows that I love him, even if I can’t say that he’s mine. Maybe I should tell her again.

With that excuse in mind, I started to walk toward them. I got close enough to hear; “Sakura won’t answer. She’ll ha-” before Syaoran noticed that I was within hearing range. He turned red and looked away. Tomoyo glared at me. “What?”

“I told you that we needed time to talk to each other. This is really important Sakura.”

“I know, I know. I don’t like being left out, that’s all. Just tell me what you’re talking about and I’ll leave you alone.”

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. “A party.”

I decided this was not the time to play dumb. “And what does that have to do with me?”

Syaoran turned to look at me, an odd look on his face. “What do you mean?”

“I heard you say that I won’t answer. What won’t I answer and why don’t you ask me yourself and find out.”

As Syaoran turned red, Tomoyo answered. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him. If he wants to know so badly, he should ask you. He’s too chicken.”

Syaoran glared at her. “You know just as well as I do that I’m not too chicken. I just don’t want to ask.”

They ignored me as they went back to talking amongst themselves.

“Because you don’t want to be hurt. I know.”

I didn’t like being ignored or left out. “I won’t hurt Syaoran. You know that Tomoyo. Syaoran should know that too. I’d never hurt anyone on purpose.”

“I know that you won’t hurt me, but I also know that you don’t lie. There is no way around this without something happening to someone.”

I gave up on the two of them and told them that I was going home. I walked away, but after I turned the corner, I stopped and pulled out the Sakura Cards. After the last card had been caught, there has been more coming up and Syaoran and I have found some of them. The only difference this time around is that I have some cards that they don’t know about. Like the Invisible Card.

I took out said card and used it on myself. Walking back around the corner, I started in the direction that Tomoyo and Syaoran were. Except they weren’t there anymore. I walked straight and sure enough the two of them were sitting on the swings in the park.

I walked up to them quietly and listened to what they were saying.

“Just drop it, Syaoran. She didn’t hear that much of the conversation to know what we were talking about.”

Syaoran rested his head in his hands. “Maybe not, but you heard her ask what did it have to do with her. She’s not getting stupider, Tomoyo, she’s getting a hell of a lot smarter.”

Tomoyo grinned. “And it’s about time that she did. All these years and she hasn’t guessed yet.”

“That’s a good thing. I don’t want her to guess. I don’t want her to know. If she never finds out, that’s fine with me.”

“So you’re going to leave eventually and never tell her that you love her?”

“She doesn’t need to know. She’s survived these years without knowing. She’ll survive the rest. And it’s not like she’s going to tell me she loves me back.”

“We already went through this. She loves you. She just thinks that you think of her as a rival. She hasn’t said anything to you because she doesn’t want to scare you off. She’s happy being around you.”

Syaoran looked right where I was standing. I hope he can’t see me or feel the card’s power. When he looked at Tomoyo, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Syaoran loved me? Since when? And where does Tomoyo get my permission to tell him that I love him?

“And I’m happy being around her. I’ve done it, I can continue doing it.”

“And when you leave? She’s not going to be around you and you’re both going to be sad. And my foot you’re happy. If you were happy, there would be no reason for you to yell at every male in and out of this school for wanting to go out with her. If you want her, then ask her out.”

Syaoran huffed and looked away. “I do want her, and I want to be happy, but I don’t want to be hurt. And I will be when she says no.” He paused for a while and looked at where I was again. “Did you know that the only reason why I’m still here is because I want to ask her out before I go? If I ask her and she says no then there is no reason for me to be here. I stayed for her. And even if she knows it or not, I’ll stay here until she tells me she hates me or she says she doesn’t want to go out with me. Even if she doesn’t love me, and still goes out with me, I’ll stay, ne?”

I decided that I was going to help them out and walked away. Going around the corner, I dismissed the Invisible Card. Walking back around the corner, I headed for the two of them. Syaoran saw me first and stopped what he was saying. Tomoyo looked over at me too.

“I thought you were going home?” she asked.

“Can I talk to Syaoran alone? Please?”

Tomoyo nodded at me and glared at Syaoran before she walked off. “I’m going home. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

I walked over to the swing that she had left and sat beside Syaoran. “I tricked you. I was going to talk to you about something, but, like you said, I can’t lie. I have to tell you the truth.”

Syaoran tightened his grip on the chain. “What? That you hate me?”

I laughed to myself. “No, baka. I don’t hate you.” I took a deep breath and made myself look at Syaoran in the eye. “You know that there are new cards now, right? Well, I caught one when you weren’t with me.” I took the Invisible Card out of my pocket and gave it to him. When he looked at me with wide eyes, I nodded. “You know what I’m going to tell you. I used that card a few minutes ago when you and Tomoyo were talking. I was here.”

He handed the card back and rested his head in his hands. Dropping them between his legs, he sat staring at the ground.

“I…I know that I shouldn’t have used the card but you guys were bugging me when you talked behind my back. I wanted to know what you were talking about. I didn’t think that it would be that personal. I was going to lie to you and bring up this subject some other way, but then I told myself that it would make it more confusing with the lies running around.”

Syaoran looked at me with bleak eyes. “Why don’t we just drop this subject and forget it?”

“And what will you do? Are you going to leave?”

“What the hell else can I do? If I stay, you have to put up with me and…and my jealousy. But if I go, you won’t have to…walk around me.”

I got off the swing and walked towards him. Leaning in front of him, I rested my arms on his legs. He sat up straight and stared at me. I reached up and stroked his cheek. “Why don’t you listen to Tomoyo and do what she has been trying to make you do.”

“Uh…”

I giggled. “If only Tomoyo was here with her camera…” I stood up and walked behind him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered in his ear, “You say it first, then I will.”

“Sakura…I.” He turned his head to look at me. I smiled at him and touched his cheek with a finger. “Sakura, I can’t do it.”

“Why not?”

He sighed and looked back in front of him. “Because I don’t want to be hurt.”

“And that’s not the real reason. You know very well what I’d say to you and you know that I’d never hurt you. I think the real reason that you don’t want to tell me is that after you do, you won’t have anything to hide behind. You won’t have an excuse for staying if we…separate. But I don’t want us to separate. I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but nobody else will compare to you. Why do you think that I’ve never gone out with anyone before? Because I was waiting for you. And if you do leave, I’ll still be here waiting.”

Syaoran pulled me to stand in front of him. He pulled me to sit on his lap, he looked at me in the eye. “You’re not going to leave me?”

“Not unless you want me to go.”

Syaoran pulled me closer to him. “I never want you to leave. And hearing that I’m the only one is just what I was thinking about you. In fact…” he paused and reached into his pocket. “I know this isn’t what you’re expecting. Especially not this soon, but I’ve had this since we’ve been fourteen.” He pulled out a small black box and I knew what it was immediately.

Watching Syaoran open the box, I stared at the ring. It was white gold with an emerald and a topaz. Overcome with emotion, I looked away from the ring and into Syaoran’s face.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, his gaze hopeful and full of love.

I giggled and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. “Of course I will, baka. I love you. And that’s what I was talking about before.”

Syaoran hugged me to him tight. I felt safe. “I love you, Sakura. Don’t ever leave me.”

I held his face in my hands. “We went through this already. I won’t leave you. I love you, Syaoran.”

Fanfiction:CCS:Get Me Out

2006-02-13T23:50:24Z

Title:Get Me Out
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:1/1
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Tomoyo and Eriol plot to lock Sakura and Syaoran alone together in a room.

“Damn it, Daidouji! Open the damn door!” Li Syaoran yelled, banging his fists on the door.

“Syaoran-kun, she’s not going to open it. She’s on a mission.” Kinomoto Sakura sat on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room. She was shaking her head, auburn hair flying around her.

Syaoran fixed his chocolate eyes on Sakura’s emerald ones. “What do you mean ‘she’s on a mission’?” he asked, slowly advancing on her.

Sakura stared at him wide-eyed. “Gomen, Syaoran-kun. I don’t know if that’s really why she locked us in here. She was only joking about it, I think.”

Syaoran stood in front of her now, glaring down. “Tell me what she said.”

“A few days ago we were joking about something on T.V. This woman locked her and her love in a room. Ano…you can guess what on after that. Tomoyo-chan was saying it would be funny if she locked us in a room. She said that it would make you tell me. Demo, she wouldn’t tell me what you’d say though.”

Silently grateful for at least one thing, he sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he said, “What else did she say?”

Face red, Sakura started talking again. “She…she said that she would lock us in here and not let us out until I was deflowered.” Sakura paused, looking rather embarrassed. “She said that we were taking too long to get together and she was going to push us along. I told her that nothing like that would go on between us, but she wouldn’t listen to me. I thought she was kidding, trying to embarrass me.”

Syaoran leaned back onto the bed, closing his eyes. “She wasn’t joking. She’s been trying to get us together since she first met me.”

“I didn’t know.”

Syaoran laughed ironically. “Iie, you wouldn’t.” He took in a breath, then opened his eyes and looked at Sakura. “How would she know if anything went on between us?”

“Simple, Li-kun. I can hear you.” Tomoyo’s voice echoed in the spacious room.

Syaoran jumped up off the bed, almost as if he was burned. “Daidouji, let us out of here,” he yelled.

“Iie, not until the two of you get together. Don’t worry, I can’t see you and as soon as I know that something’s happening between you two, I’ll turn off the sound.”

Sakura glanced at Syaoran. “What does she mean?”

Syaoran turned red. “Don’t answer that, Daidouji.”

“Demo, Li-kun, she has to know, or it’ll be even harder for you. Pun intended.” Tomoyo laughed her insane laugh.

Syaoran growled, forcing the damn blush down. He paced away from Sakura, trying desperately not to look at her facial expression.

Sakura leaned back on the bed, watching Syaoran. “What do I need to know?” she asked.

“He has to make love to you, Sakura-chan. He has to take your virginity.”

Both teens locked in the room turned ruby.

“Tomoyo-chan, does he have to?” Sakura asked. She looked over at Syaoran and saw his back rigid, his hands clenched at his sides. Why would he ever think of doing something like that to her, let alone actually do anything. He's been close to her for eight years now and has never tried to hit on her. Why would he start now?

Laughing quietly, Tomoyo answered. “Careful how you ask that question, Sakura-chan. You may hurt his feelings.”

Ever since grade 4, Sakura had the sneaking suspicion that Daidouji Tomoyo had gone insane. Now she had proof. Not giving away any of her thoughts in her voice, she asked, "Demo, what if he doesn't want to do anything with me?"

"Now it sounds as if you want him to. Don't start to get all pouty on us."

And sure enough, when Syaoran turned and looked at her, she was pouting. When she saw him looking at her, she turned tomato red and looked at the floor between her feet. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, but sure enough, Sakura stayed in that pose. Did that mean that she did want him to do what this stupid idea was meant for them to do? Or was she blushing because she never even thought of that and was embarrassed that Tomoyo would even say that?

“Sakura-chan watch where you step with Li-kun near you. You may break his heart one of these days”

“Daidouji,” Syaoran said threateningly.

Sakura looked up at the ceiling as if expecting to see Tomoyo there. "Meaning what? That he loves me?"

Tomoyo laughed lightly. "I don't know. Maybe."

Sakura glanced over at Syaoran. He had drawn a quick breath when she had asked that question. Now he was staring at the covered windows, his face drawn tight. 'Why did I say that? Now he's mad at me,' she thought. She tried to make things right, breaking her own heart in the process. "Syaoran doesn't love me, Tomoyo-chan. You know that, I know that. He definitely knows that." She looked at her hands in her lap, twisting them together. "How could he love me? I'm his rival, ne? He wants the Clow Cards, I have them. No, Tomoyo, he doesn't love me."

All was silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.

'She doesn't think he loves her. See, doing this for them is going to help. Sakura can fix that broken heart of hers. And Syaoran can finally be with the one that he loves.'

'She doesn't even think that I love her. Is she really that dense? With all those reason of why I don't love her, she hasn't made a single connection of why I do love her.'

'Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry'

"Then why am I here?"

Sakura looked up at Syaoran, small tears shinning brightly in her eyes. She stared at him for a second. "Because you want the Clow Cards."

He shook his head. "The Clow Cards have named you their master, I can't get them even if I tried." Finally getting into the conversation that he never wanted to get into with Sakura, he asked, "Okay, than. If I don't love you, then why do I get jealous every time you talk to someone else? Why do I care if you go to another's house? Why am I in just about every one of your classes? Why that hell do you think that no one has ever asked you out?"

Sakura stared at him, almost getting the impression that he did love her. She followed him with her eyes as he came to the bed and sat.

“Well, this is all besides the point. You’re not getting out of there. I’m surprised Sakura-chan remembered our conversation and linked it to today. That is exactly what I want to happen.”

“Then screw off and leave us alone,” Sakura mumbled, unaware that Syaoran had heard her. He turned her head to look at him. “What did you just say?”

Sakura frowned then flushed. “Nothing,” she mumbled.

“What’s going on in there? Are you two-” Tomoyo never got a chance to finish her sentence.

“Go away.” Syaoran leaned forward, resting his forehead against Sakura’s.

“Syaoran,” she whispered.

“Sakura,” he breathed back. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he placed his lips on Sakura’s.

Sucking in a breath, she stared into his eyes. Maybe he did love her. Pressing her lips to his harder, she closed herself off to everything but him.

Sliding his fingers into her soft hair, Syaoran let his eyes drift shut. Kissing her was wonderful. The most extraordinary thing that anyone could feel and he never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, they both needed air. Pulling away, he watched her.

Sakura slowly opened her eyes. Her heart was beating overtime. Trying to focus on him, she laid her hand on his chest. “That was beautiful.”

Syaoran smiled peacefully. “You’re beautiful.”

Turning her body into his, Sakura leaned up and kissed him again. Trying to make him go further, Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck. When that did no good, she took the initiative and opened her mouth.

Syaoran felt the movement and groaned. Pulling her closer and enfolding her in his arms, he touched the tip of his tongue to her lip. When she pounced on the opportunity and stroked his tongue with her own, Syaoran flipped them.

Sakura sat up, straddling Syaoran’s thighs. Grinning down at him, she said, “Tomoyo-chan. Open the door now.”

“She’s not goi-“

Sakura placed her fingers over his lips. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, she told him why she had asked. “I know that Syao-koi. I only want to see if she’s listening.” Sitting up again, she watched the blush fall over his face. “You don’t like my name for you?”

Syaoran blushed harder. “Iie, I just never imagined you calling me that.” He pulled Sakura down until she was resting on him, her head under his chin. He was grinning stupidly and didn't want her to see. “So tell me, Sakura. How did you get in here?”

Sakura could feel his heart beating fast. She sighed dramatically. “She told me that you were going to seduce me and that was all that was needed.” Seeing Syaoran’s shocked face, she kissed his nose. “Silly boy. They drugged me. We were drinking tea when I fell over asleep. Kind of pathetic really. So how did you get in here?”

Syaoran blushed. “Ano…they told me that something had happened to you and Eriol swore that it was magical.” Syaoran shook his fist at the invisible Tomoyo. “Damn her and her stupid ideas.”

“I don’t think it was stupid.” Sakura covered her mouth and buried her face in Syaoran’s shoulder. “I did not just say that. I did not just say that.”

Syaoran laughed. “You did just say that. And I will admit that the more I think about it, the better it seems to be.” Kissing the top of her head, he reached under her shirt and started rubbing her back. Hearing Sakura’s hiss, he grinned. He stopped grinning when Sakura started to kiss and bite his neck. “Stop it.”

“Demo, I like to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me, don’t tease me.”

Sakura leaned up and looked at him. “Okay,” she said happily before pushing her lips against his.

Syaoran flipped them over again. Pinning Sakura’s hands above her head, he teased her by flicking her bottom lip with his tongue. When he got tired of the play, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, making the both of them groan.

Sakura strained up to him, trying to taste him the way he was tasting her. When he swirled his tongue around in her mouth, she gave up and let him have his way.

Stroking his tongue with her own, she urged him to go on. When he started to kneed the flesh just below her breast, she moaned and wriggled, trying to push his hand further.

He finally did what they both wanted. His hand covered her breast, massaging it through her shirt. He felt her nipple harden under his palm and started rolling it between his fingers. Still kissing her deeply, he pulled her shirt up and undid the clasp of her bra. When she tightened her grip on his hair, he pulled away.

“Gomen, Sakura,” he whispered in a husky voice.

Sakura opened her eyes and blushed when she saw what he was looking at. Her shirt was still up. “Syaoran.” He looked up. “You don’t have to be sorry. I was only surprised.”

He stroked her cheek with his finger, feather-light caresses that raised goose bumps on her flesh. “I think you may have to stop me before any of this gets any further, Sakura-chan.”

"Who says that I want any of this to stop?"

He blinked. "No one did. I only assumed you did."

Sakura grinned. "You assumed wrong. Now listen to Tomoyo for once and get back here." She pulled his head down to her again and kissed him for all she was worth.

Syaoran groaned deep in his throat. Leaning slightly away, he pulled his shirt off his body and threw it in a corner. He bent over her, his hips pressing into hers. "Sakura, you know that this is going to change a lot of things, ne? Like the two of us being a couple."

"Syao-koi, I know. I would have forced you too any ways. Now shut up and do what all three of us want."

"Three?"

He never got his answer. Sakura pushed herself up with her elbows and kissed his nipple. Rolling her hips, she flipped them over.

Syaoran tried to roll them back, but for once, she over-powered him. "Now Syao-koi, it's my turn to tease you."

She kissed his collarbone, sliding her tongue into the crevice there. With her hands, she felt his arms, running her nails down them before intertwining their fingers. She kissed each fingertip staring right into his eyes. When he tried to kiss her, she pushed him back and kissed his forehead instead.

Syaoran never knew that Sakura had this passion in her, but he was glad that she chosen him to use it on. If any of the other bastards that went to their high school had gotten their hands on her first, there'd be hell to pay. Imagine Sakura kissing someone else, touching someone else. Telling someone else that she loves him...That she...loves...him

"Sakura, what did you just say?"

She looked up and blushed. "Ano...I love you, I think."

Gripping her upper arms, he pulled her to his face. "Did you mean it?"

"Why would I say something that I don't mean?" she asked, pouting.

Syaoran groaned and kissed her pouty lips. "I don't know, but say it again."

"I will...later." Going back to his collarbone, she ventured further

Sucking one of his nipples into her mouth, she glorified in her power over him

Tasting every part of his body that was free to her, she seduced them both. Running her fingers down his chest, she rested her hands on the zipper of his pants.

"Oh God, Sakura." Pushing her hands away, Syaoran undid his own pants and kicked them off the bed. When she started to tug on his boxers, he pulled them off too.

Starting at his mouth, she kissed him, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, running her tongue around his, teasing him with her fingers in his hair. Sakura trailed her hands down Syaoran's body until she got to the part of him that was begging for her attention. Following the path that her hands had gone not seconds before with her tongue, she got to her destination.

"Sakura. S...stop. I can't take this anymore." Pulling her up, he pushed her skirt down her legs, dragging her panties with them. When his aching manhood dipped into her opening, they trembled.

"Syaoran, now. Please."

"No. Not before you-" He gasped and arched his hips off the bed.

Sakura gritted her teeth against the pain of his entering had caused her. Pushing him more fully into her, she rocked her pelvis against his.

"Sakura. Oh God. Stop. You're hurting yourself." He rolled them over and pulled out, ignoring her pitiful attempts at keeping him in her. "Why did you just do that?"

Sakura kissed his, her grip still tight around his neck. "Because I wanted to."

When Syaoran saw the tears glistening in her eyes, he kissed her softly. "Baka. And I wanted to, too."

"Then why did you say no and why did you stop me?"

"Because you weren't ready yet." He rested his head under her chin, careful not to crush her under his weight. "And besides, who says that you get to tease me and I don't get to tease you?"

"I did cause I'm the boss." Running her fingers in his hair, she shifted slightly.

"Am I hurting you?"

She turned a light shade of red. "No. It's just...I'm...It's uncomfortable right...right now."

"I told you, baka." Resting his one of his hands on her stomach, he massaged her there. When she started to pull his head back to hers to try and kiss him, he explored further.

Sakura closed her legs off to him.

"Please? It won't hurt this time." She slowly eased her legs apart and Syaoran slid his hand down. Kissing her mouth, he touched her secret flesh. When she whimpered, he trailed his mouth down her throat, eventually kissing her breasts. Pulling her nipple into his mouth, he rubbed her hidden nub.

"Syaoran." Thrashing her head from side to side, she undulated against his hand. Feeling the pressure built, she forcefully pulled his head back to hers.

Thrusting his tongue and fingers in time with each other, Syaoran imagined thrusting with something else. Oh God, she was so tight and wet.

Inner muscles tightening around his fingers, she came. Her screams were muffled in his mouth.

Dragging his hand up her body, he rested it on her arm, flicking her nipple along the way. With his head pressed against her chest, he heard the rapid pounding of her heart.

Willing her heart to slow, she cradled Syaoran in her arms. "I love you, Syaoran-koi."

Syaoran silently thanked Tomoyo. "I love you, too. If you hadn't already figured that out from before."

She kissed the top of her head, saying, "I only figured it out when you told me."

"Why not-” He kissed the finger she put over his lips and fell silent.

Running one of her hands down his body, she grasped him in her hand. "No more talk. Let's get you satisfied."

Deciding not to say that he was satisfied lying with her, he kissed her.

Right away she opened her mouth and begged him to kiss her the way she wanted him to. When he did, she tugged on his waist until he was lying on her.

Pulling away, he pushed the hair away from her face. "Remember what happened the last time you went too fast."

Grabbing his hips and lifting her own, she answered him. "That's because it was my first time. The barrier has already been broken." Reaching between their bodies, she slid him into her.

Time stood still for the two lovers as they satisfied each other, both physically and emotionally. Wrapped in love, they gave and took what they had wanted for uncountable years. As one gave, the other took. As one lifted, and other pushed. As one said 'I love you' the other answered. As one they were The One.

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:7

2006-02-13T23:43:55Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:7/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

“Before I sent my son to capture the Clow Cards, I was supposed to get them myself,” Yelin said, leaning back in her seat and getting comfortable. Her and Sakura were in the living room talking about Syaoran and the cards once again. “My best friend, she had powers too, even though she was not part of my clan. Every so often, people unrelated to Clow get them, even if they don’t know it. My friend had them, and moreover, knew how to use them. She also knew about the Clow Cards. She could see into the past and future. When she found out that I was a descendent of Clow, she told me her story. She said that she had seen into Clow’s past and knew about his rival.” Yelin paused here and looked thoughtful. “Guess you don’t know about his rival, either. When Clow moved here, there was a young maiden next door. They got close and eventually became intimate. Her other neighbour had made a pass at her before and become jealous when he saw how beautiful the maiden had become. He ended up using powers of his own to destroy Clow and his property along with himself. The maiden survived the terror and bore Clow’s child. She died, but the child lived on.

“Now, back to the other story. My friend saw into Clow’s past and our future. She knew that the neighbour had a son and that his son would sustain his father’s memories. It passed along his generations. Each son would know the neighbour’s past. She said that eventually, one of the descendants would revolt against Clow’s ancestors and the Clow Cards needed to be found in order to kill the family once and for all.

“She trusted me and sent me to get them. The cards, however, refused to show themselves to me and my friend past away at an early age. She divulged her secret before she left me. She said that the child born on the first day of the fourth month from a woman who knew her powers would be the ruler of the cards. I don’t know if any of you know the superstition of the number four. It’s pronounced ‘shi’ and means four or death in Chinese. It’s bad luck to use the number. If you go to a hospital, there is no room 4, 14, or40. It was in the future. Since everything else that she had told me was true, I believed her. I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but her daughter happened to have been born on the day. I needed them for her daughter. Since I couldn’t get them, I sent my son to get them for me.

“When he got to Japan, it seemed as though the cards had revealed themselves to someone else and she was on her way to collect them. That was when he was eleven. A year later, Clow’s reincarnation appeared and helped that…girl transform the cards in her cards, not Clow’s. Syaoran has to get them off her and then we have to find her daughter. And that’s the end of it.”

Yelin stood up and walked into another room. Motioning Sakura to follow her, they walked into the room. This room was a library. Shelves of books lined the walls reaching up to the ceiling. A mahogany desk sat in front of a large window that looked out to the immense backyard. Comfortable couches and chairs were thrown randomly around the room.

Yelin sat in one. “Come sit. I want to show you a picture of my best friend.”

Once Sakura was sitting, Yelin stood and walked to one of the bookshelves. Pulling books off it, she produced a hidden vault. She opened it and pulled out a picture. Walking back to her chair, she handed it to the other.

The woman in the picture was stunning. Her long gray hair was running in waves down her back, one strand curling softly against a porcelain face. Her eyes were happy and cheerful, expressing her joy.

Sakura looked up at Yelin, an odd look in her eyes. “What was her name?” she asked.

“Nadeshiko.”

Sakura looked back down at her mother. I don’t remember what Nadeshiko looked like, so I did my best. “She was beautiful,” she said, her voice trailing away. Small tears appeared at the corner of her eyes. Thankfully, the elder woman didn’t notice them.

Yelin smiled sadly. “I know. She was my best friend and I miss her so much. After she left me, I changed. I know I changed for the worst, but I wish I hadn’t. My son and I…drew apart after that.”

“Syaoran?” Sakura asked, hoping to learn more about him.

“Yes, Syaoran. My only son.” There was silence as Yelin build up her courage to tell this story.

“Nadeshiko knew my husband and introduced us when we were younger. I loved him so much. We were happy together and I was glad Nadeshiko had pushed us together. Anyway, my husband, he was so mad when I had four daughters and no sons. I was past my bearing time and didn’t think we’d get a son to pass the line down on. He got mad and…raped me. The next day I found him in the training area with a sword through his heart. A few months later, I found out I was pregnant again. I knew it was a boy.

“When Syaoran was born, Nadeshiko had had her daughter a while before. They were born months from each other. We figured they’d grow up together. But Nadeshiko’s husband wanted her home. I was left with Syaoran. He was just like my love. Happy, energetic, ready to learn. I spoiled him so much, it’s a wonder he turned out the way he is now. But when Nadeshiko died, I was so lost in my grief, I ignored him. Everyone that I had loved had been taken from me. I steeled off my heart to everyone, my son included. He was so confused by the way I was treating him. He was only three years old and was just starting to wonder about things. When I started to train him to get the cards, he was so eager to please it was pitiful. ‘How was that, mom?’ ‘Did I do good?’ ‘I’ll try again, I know I can do it.’ All I ever did was push him away. After a few years, he started to rely on me less and less. He never cried, he never complained, he never asked for anything. And, although I hate to admit it, the thing that hurt the most was when he stopped calling me mom and started calling me mother. Most of the time, it was Li-san that he called me.

“His sisters noticed the changes in me, too. They didn’t see it was much, but when their brother started acting…distant to them, they figured it out. They tried to get him back to the way he was before, but he was too lost in himself. I figure he didn’t want to care about anyone else and get betrayed by them too. By the time he went to the cards, he didn’t care about anything beside himself. I think the only reason he listened to me was because it was the only thing that he had. I think he knew that I had…corroded him so much that if he did run away, he wouldn’t find anything out there that he’d care about.

“After the cards were transformed, he transformed. He disobeyed my orders and fell in love with the Card Mistress. I called him once and told him that we needed the cards and to get them we had to kill the mistress. He told me he loved her. I’ve barely heard from him since then. It’s as if he’s running away from me. A few weeks ago, he came here with a few of his friends. Unfortunately, the mistress didn’t come with him. I think he knew that if she did, I’d get her. He’s so different then when I last saw him seven years ago. He’s eighteen and so handsome. He looks so much like his father it hurts. I can see in his eyes the changes that he’s gone through. I don’t know if it’s from the mistress or just from not being around me, but… He’s defying me, standing up for her. Says he wants to marry her.

“If he gets in my way, I’ll have to kill him, too.”

“Sakura! You’re back!” Tomoyo jumped up from the chair she was in and ran over to Sakura.

“Where’s Syaoran?”

Tomoyo stopped. Looking at Sakura’s face, she replied. “Upstairs in your room, I think. He’s a bit moody right now.”

Sakura walked up the stairs and opened the door. He was lying in the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. When Sakura closed the door behind her, he didn’t even flinch.

She stood beside the bed and looked down at him for a while. A sob escaped her and she crawled onto the bed beside him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she cried into his chest. “I love you,” she managed to get out.

Syaoran refused to acknowledge her. He just kept staring at the ceiling.

Sakura leaned up on her elbow and looked at his face. He didn’t even blink. “I love you, Syaoran. Do you love me?” No answer. “Syaoran?” He didn’t answer her and more tears came to her eyes. Refusing to let them fall, she expalined herself. “I can’t tell you where I was. You’d hate me more than you hate me now. But I want you to know that I’m not betraying you. I love you, Syaoran, regardless of whether you love me or no.” She kissed his cheek and when he didn’t pull away, kissed his lips. Lifting up a little, she made him look at her. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Pressing her face into his shoulder, she held him.

After a few minutes, she felt him press his cheek against hers. Looking at his face, she saw him gazing at her. “Don’t leave me.”

Sakura shook her head. “Never.”

His arms came around her and held her to his body. Turning on his side, he covered her legs with one of his own. Inhaling her scent, he relaxed now that she was safe in his embrace. Something that she had said earlier came to mind. “What do you mean you won’t betray me?”

Sakura kissed his neck. “Nothing. Something got me thinking while I was out. I was imaging what you’d be feeling and I think you think that I’m betraying you. Well, maybe not betraying you exactly, but sort of.”

Syaoran sighed. “Truth be to tell, I was feeling a bit betrayed. I thought you wanted to be with me and when you go out, it feels as if you’re keeping something from me. I don’t like it and wish you’d tell me.”

Kissing him gently, she replied, “I wish that I could tell you, too, but it’s a secret. I’ll tell you eventually. I promise.”

Laying in his arms for all eternity is what Sakura wished she could do. But now that this thing with her mother and Syaoran and the cards had become clear, she knew she couldn’t. She also knew that before this trip was over, the two of them had to talk to Yelin. And she knew that when they did, it would seem to Syaoran as if she was betraying him. And he’d be right.

When they came downstairs an hour later, it was to find Tomoyo and Eriol in the living room playing games. They were playing a racing game and Tomoyo was giggling insanely. They soon found out why. She was in first. Eriol was in last. Almost… Now he was in last and Tomoyo had won the race.

A made a face at him and saw the other two out of the of the corner of her eye. “Sakura! Syaoran! I found a game that I’m good at. Eriol’s lost six games in a row!”

“Eriol’s lost six games in row,” he said, mockingly. He picked up two more controllers and handed them to Syaoran. “I don’t know how to plug these in, but I dare you to race us.”

So he plugged them in and the four started playing. Compared to Syaoran, the others sucked. They raced themselves and most of the time it went Syaoran, Sakura, Tomoyo and Eriol in last. Once or twice Sakura and Tomoyo switched places.

“This is getting repetitive,” Eriol said as he came in last again. “I say we all gang up on Syaoran and make him wipe out.”

Syaoran disagreed but he was outnumbered and they all ganged up on him. He pulled ahead of them for a sec before Tomoyo rear-ended him. He spun out of control and they all bashed him. When his virtual car blew up, the rest of them cheered.

Sakura’s car was smoking badly and was about to blow up itself. Syaoran made up his mind and sat behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned down and started to whisper nasty things in her ear. With Eriol and Tomoyo focused on the screen, he cupped her breasts in his hands.

“Stop it,” she whispered, elbowing him in the ribs. When she wiped out and crashed into the side of building, Syaoran pulled away and sat where he was before.

Sakura turned to glare at him, but he just shrugged innocently and grinned. She crawled over to him and tackled him to the floor. “You’re the meanest person alive.”

Syaoran’s eyebrows went up. “Excuse me? I’m the meanest person? You’re the one who was beating up on me. I just got revenge.”

Sakura narrowed her eyes. “You were the one showing off. You could have given us a chance at least.” When she threatened to kick his butt in real life, Syaoran shut her up by kissing her. She gave herself up to the emotions coursing through her and kissed him back.

Tomoyo and Eriol finished the race, Eriol coming in first for once. He glanced over at the other two and nudged Tomoyo. They grinned evilly and she pulled out a camera from her pocket. Turning on the flash, they blasted Sakura and Syaoran who jumped apart.

“What the hell was that for?” Syaoran asked, practically yelling.

Sakura blushed and told him to shut up. He realized why they had done that and blushed too. “Nevermind, don’t answer that.” He stood up and stretched. “Ugh. I think you broke my back when you jumped me. I landed on a controller.”

Sakura pouted. “And you made me lose the game. I was in first.”

“Not for much longer. I was catching up,” Eriol put in, smiling widely.

Rolling her eyes, Tomoyo said, “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you, Eriol?” He nodded enthusiastically.

The group shut everything down and walked into the kitchen. They made lunch and eat it while bickering over who would have won the last game if no one had interrupted. Eventually they agreed that it would have been a tie, although they knew it would have been Syaoran.

Tired of being locked in the house the whole day, they went outside to go shopping. Sakura showed them the store where she had bought the flowers and from there, they split. Eriol and Tomoyo went into a jewelry shop while Sakura and Syaoran went into a videogame store.

They found the games that they have and some other ones. When Sakura suggested getting another game that the four of them could play, Syaoran thought about another system altogether. He pulled out his wallet and bought GameCube. When they walked out of the store half and hour later, they had bought the system and twelve new games. Sakura shook her head at all the money Syaoran was spending on this trip.

“Where are you going to put this system, smarty-pants?”

Syaoran grinned. “Simple. I bought a cable that hooks up both systems at once. I’m tempted to keep the other system for myself and give this system to her.”

They met up with the other two and Tomoyo ran over to them. Jumping up and down, she was trying to tell them something, but she was too giddy to get the words out. Giving up trying to talk, she shoved her left hand in Sakura’s face. A beautiful diamond ring was on her fourth finger.

Glancing up into Eriol’s face, she saw the answer to her question. Hugging Tomoyo to her, she congratulated them.

Tomoyo pulled away from Sakura and threw herself into Eriol’s arms. “I love you!”

Eriol blushed and grinned. Kissing the top of her head, he grabbed her hand in his and started walking down the street.

Sakura and Syaoran followed at a more leisurely pace.

“Are you going back to the place that you were at before?” he asked.

Sakura nodded. “I don’t know what time, but I’m going to go.”

After browsing more shops, they decided to go back to the house and play the new system. After a few hours of fighting, they gave up. Syaoran defeated them too many times. They packed away the system and went to their rooms. Syaoran fell asleep rather quickly, but Sakura stayed awake for a while afterwards, thinking about everything Yelin had told her. She fell asleep wondering who the chosen master of the cards is.

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:6

2006-02-13T23:42:03Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:6/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

The group of five walked out the door, Ichigo locking it behind them. They walked down the street in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They all had the scenario from yesterday locked in their heads, but none of them were eager to talk about it. After the talk, they had gone their separate ways. Syaoran and Sakura had gone to the park they had found, Tomoyo and Eriol had stayed in the house, talking in their rooms and Ichigo had left to go somewhere else. Nobody had talked for the rest of the night.

Sakura looked behind her at the other couple. Tomoyo smiled when she met Sakura’s gaze and Eriol looked away. Frowning slightly, she turned around and walked beside Syaoran.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her waist. When she refused to respond, he tilted her head up. “What’s wrong?”

Sakura shook her head free of his hand. “Nothing,” she mumbled, pulling away from his grip. He wouldn’t allow it, so she stayed by his side.

As the market came into view, Ichigo told them that he was separating from them and walked away.

Sakura looked up at Syaoran’s clenched jaw. “I think I’m going to go by myself, too.”

He glanced down into her face. “No, you’re not. I want you here by my side so I can see you.” He ignored her and continued walking.

Sakura dug her heels into the ground. “I want to go by myself. I need to take a walk and I don’t want you there.”

Eriol caught up with them. “I don’t think it’s wise for you to go off by yourself, Sakura. Syaoran’s right. You should stay in sight.”

She huffed loudly and pulled away from under Syaoran’s arm. “I know what you think is best for me and I know that it’s not the best. I need to think and I can’t with you all with me. Just let me wander. I’m strong enough to handle myself.”

His arm came back around her waist, this time squeezing harder. “You’re not going anywhere, Sakura. You’re staying here by my side, and that’s the last of it.” He continued to walk down the street, dragging her behind him.

Jerking free, she turned away. “I need to be alone and I will be alone. I don’t need your permission.” And with that, she ran in the opposite direction, ignoring Tomoyo as she called her name. Slowing to a walk when she was sure that no one was following her, she roamed the streets, lost in her thoughts.

A picture of Syaoran’s mother rose unexpectedly in her mind. Remembering all that she had learned about her, Sakura was determined to avoid spending time with everyone else until they left to go back to Japan. Without her there to worry about, they could do things more freely. She was only putting them in danger when she was there and hurting her friends was the last thing that she’s ever want to do.

Whether by choice or no, Sakura had ended up at the place that she was told never to come to: Syaoran’s house. Pretending that she couldn’t hear her friend’s warnings in her ears, she strolled up the drive. When she saw a woman walking down from the other direction, she stopped and braced herself. It was Syaoran’s mother, Yelin Li.

As she approached, she saw Sakura and her wary expression. With brows knitted in confusion, she drew up to Sakura. “What’s wrong?”

Sakura shook her head, her auburn flying around her. “Nothing. I was just looking,” she said staring at the woman in front of her.

Yelin Li was a commanding woman. Sakura knew that no matter where she went, everybody there would listen to what she said. With a face and voice like that, they wouldn’t be able to help it. Her face was long and sharp, possessing eyes that glowed with a savage inner fire. Her mouth was drawn into a frown that never seemed to disappear. Wearing an elegant red kimono with the Li clan colours on it, she stood several inches taller than Sakura.

“There’s nothing wrong with looking.” She turned to look back at her mansion and the surrounding area. “It’s a beautiful house, isn’t it?”

Sakura breathed a sigh of relief, fairly certain her identity was safe. “Yes, it is. I was told of the house and wanted to get a better look at it.”

Yelin nodded. “What is your name?” she asked, watching Sakura.

Having already told a lie, she decided that one more wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Tomoyo.”

Yelin offered a small smile. “We don’t get many visitors this far up the lane. Would you like to come up to the house and see inside, Tomoyo?”

Sakura turned and stared. “You’re going to let me in the house?” she asked, skeptical.

The elder nodded. “Come on up. It’ll be a first hand experience that you can tell your friends.”

They walked closer to the house, which grew increasingly larger. From a distance, it was formidable. Up close, it was… astonishing. Five floors high and wider and then any building Sakura had previously seen before, it stood majestically. If you can’t already tell, this is my made up house, not the one seen in the series. A giant gazebo was being held up by wide atone pillars decorated with vines and flowers. They climbed the poles, grown from many years of careful tending. Painted the same colour as the columns, the house was awe-inspiring.

Yelin led Sakura up the stone steps under the gazebo and the front door opened to the inside. Thanking the butler, Sakura followed Yelin into the house.

“This house was build long ago by one of my ancestors, Clow. I need some help here. I know that I pretend to know just about everything about CCS, but I don’t know Clow’s last name. I know it’s Reed in English, but I’m not sure about the Japanese version. If anybody can tell me, that’d be great. Or maybe the storeowner, Maggie. What’s her Japanese name? It has past down the family and will continue to do so,” Yelin commented, leading Sakura around the rooms. Touring the house was almost as exciting as seeing it from the outside. Wondering what possessed Syaoran to not like the house, she wished she had lived here.

When they had gotten to a long hallway with many pictures lining the walls, Yelin went into a talk of all the members, past and present, of the family. At the end of the hall, on the other wall, sat Syaoran’s picture.

“Who’s that?” Sakura asked, knowing full well who it was.

Yelin glanced back at the picture. She sighed heavily. ”My son, Li Syaoran.”

Sakura glanced up at the sadness in her voice. “Why is he on this wall and not on the other?”

Yelin sat on a window seat and motioned Sakura to sit beside her. “There’s a story to my clan and I’m willing to tell you it if you’ll only half believe me. I know that it’s not what one hears everyday, but it’s true.”

Sakura nodded her head, feeling, somehow, that this was connected to the Clow Cards.

“My ancestor, Clow was powerful. Not in the sense that you know'; he was strong magically. He knew things that other people couldn’t even grasp. During his life, he created magical cards, now known as the Clow Cards. The Clow Cards had some of his power embedded in them. When one who knew some magic had them in their possession, they could call upon those powers and use them.”

She paused for a breath. “If you follow my story at all, your wondering what this has to do with your question. Well, my clan is descendents of Clow and so we have powers. The cards were put in a book, the Clow Book and placed in the hands of one of Clow’s friends. The friend was told to put it somewhere and dismiss it from his mind. So the book was lost to Clow and his family.

“Now, years later, I’m trying to find the cards. My son, Syaoran, was sent to Japan where the cards are now known to be. He’s there now. The reason his picture is on this wall is because his family and everyone who comes after him will have the power of the cards. His generation is the new generation.”

Yelin and Sakura talked for a while longer, before Yelin said that Sakura had to leave, but she was welcome back anytime she wished. “I’ll tell the household that you’re allowed in the house and your will. Regardless of whether or not I’m here.”

After saying goodbye, Sakura walked slowly back to Ichigo’s house. When she tried the door, surprisingly, it was open. Walking into the living room, she sat down to play videogames. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned and found Ichigo standing in the doorway.

“Hey there. I thought you were out with everyone else?” he asked, coming more into the room. He sat in a chair near Sakura’s and stared at her until she couldn’t ignore him anymore.

Sighing in defeat, she answered him. “I needed time to myself and ran off. If they aren’t here, then I don’t know where they are.'”

A predatory gleam entered his eyes. “You don’t know where they are? So you don’t know how long we’re going to be here alone?”

Sakura glanced at him warily. “No, I don’t know when they’re going to get here, but, you’re not to get any ideas.” She turned to her game, wishing he’d go away and leave her alone. Her wish went unanswered as he came closer and sat on the couch beside her. When his arm went around her shoulders, she stood up. Walking to the system, she turned it off. “I’m rather tired. I’m going to sleep. When Syaoran gets here, tell him I want him to come talk to me.” She turned to walk up the stairs and found Ichigo following her. ”What do you want?” she asked, turned around and placing her arms akimbo.

He stopped one step down from Sakura, their faces level. “Not much.” Running his hand through his pale hair, he reached with his other hand and curved it around her waist. “I just think that we should spent some more time alone together.”

Sakura laughed. “And I think you should leave me alone before I get mad or before Syaoran comes back.”

“You said yourself you don’t know when they’d be back and for all you know, they could stay out until late tonight.”

“There’s still my anger,” she said softly, her eyes narrowing. When he stepped up another step, she took on up.

“And we both know that I was sent her for and what I can do,” he said, mockingly.

Icy fingers twisted around her heart. She could barely lift her voice over a whisper as she said, “You wouldn’t. Syaoran would murder you.”

“For what purpose? I’d be gone from this place and you’d be gone from the world. There’s no one he could go after besides his mother. And we know how scared he is of her.” A satanic smile spread across his thin lips.

Sakura summoned up her courage. “You’re a bastard,” she said and pushed past him. When he pursued her, she picked up her pace and slammed the front door behind. That seemed to keep him there. Searching for the friends that she had previously ditched, she wandered to the park. When she found them under the same tree that they had rested under last time they had last been here, she felt relieved. Walking over to them, she caught Syaoran’s eye. He looked away immediately. He didn’t give a sign that he had seen her save for the narrowing of his eyes.

When she got to them, she sat next to Tomoyo. Her friend jumped and placed her hand on her heart. “Jeez, Sakura, you scared me.” Taking a closer look at her, Tomoyo exclaimed, “You’re deathly pale. What happened to make you like this?”

Syaoran snorted. “Don’t bother her, Tomoyo. She said she was better off without us so she doesn’t need us less powerful people to care about her.”

Hurt, but not showing it, she ignored him. “Actually, it wasn’t outside. It was in the house.”

Eriol cocked his head. “What do you mean, ‘in the house’?”

Sakura took a big breath of air, ready to see how Syaoran would react. “I came back from…where I was and no one was at the house besides Ichigo.” She let the others finish the thought.

Syaoran’s spine visibly stiffened. “Did he touch you?” Silence passed as Sakura refused to answer him. Reaching over and grabbing her upper arm, he pulled her into his lap. Lifting her face up to his for inspection, he said, “What the tell did he do? You look like you’re going to faint.”

“He asked if you guys were coming back anytime soon. When I said I had…meandered off and didn’t even know where you were, he got a bit insistent.” She peeked at his face and looked away again. “Said that we should spend more time together alone.” She was thankful no one heard the tremor in her voice. “I said no. Told him that if he’d try anything, I’d get mad and that Syaoran’d get mad, too.”

His grasp tightened painfully on her waist. “Damn right I would.” Sakura winced and he released his grip by a fraction.

“This could all have been avoided if you’d’ve stayed with us,” Tomoyo said, a tinge if exasperation in her voice.

Sakura wrapped her arms around Syaoran’s neck when he become rigid. “We are not getting into this conversation again. I needed to get away and I’m glad now that I did.” She thought of Yelin. “Even if I do agree the whole thing with Ichigo could have been evaded, I still would have done it again.”

The hairs on her head were moved when Syaoran sighed. “Just warn us next time where you’re running to and when you’ll get back.”

Sakura smiled up at him. “Okay. But if that’s the case, then I’ll tell you know that I’m going to go back there tomorrow too.”

“Where?” Eriol asked.

Grinning impishly, she turned her head. “I know that none of you want to hear this, but I can’t tell you. Unfortunately.”

Tomoyo glared at her. “You’re not going to tell us?”

“I can’t. If I told you, you’d get mad.”

Standing up and pulling Sakura to her feet, Syaoran said, “Fine, but I need to know when you’ll be back. And I need your word that you’ll not get upset when that time has elapsed and I go look for you.”

Sakura nodded and the group started to walk back to the house. They walked in the door, expecting to see a fight start out between Syaoran and Ichigo. Instead, all they found was a note from him saying that he’d gone away until they had left. He also said sorry to Sakura and Syaoran for all the trouble that he’s caused.

“Good riddance,” Syaoran said, hugging Sakura to his body. Tomoyo strode into the kitchen and pulled out food from the fridge. After things had been made and eaten, they went to bed.

In their room, Sakura and Syaoran laid in their bed together, neither wanting to sleep. Eventually though, Syaoran dozed off. Sakura, still awake, was glad when Syaoran didn’t dream that night. She stayed alert, lost deep in her mind. Thinking mostly of the woman that she had met today. Comparing what she thought she knew and what Syaoran had told her, she couldn’t believe that the two women were the same. Vowing tomorrow to inquire more about Syaoran from Yelin, Sakura drifted off.

Waking before everyone else the next morning, Sakura got ready for the day and left the house, not willing to get into a conversation of where she was going. She had left a note on the kitchen table, though, saying that she’d be back by four. She was sure that if they searched for her, they’d never think to check Syaoran’s house.

Strolling the streets before it was a decent time to go over to the house, she found an unusual store that caught her interest. Walking inside, she was charmed by all the colours and scents coming from the various flowers around her. Her gaze happened to fall on some Sakura blossoms and she bought them with Yelin in mind. While the clerk wrapped up the flowers and Sakura paid for them, she allowed her eyes to wander at will.

Walking back out the store, Sakura continued towards the Li house. When she got to the house, the same butler from yesterday opened the door and told her that Yelin was in the backyard. Following him, she was led to the back of the house.

If it was possible to believe, the back was just as impressive as the front. A many acres of tree stood off in the distance. Before one could get to the trees, they had to pass through rows of flowers, if that was any trouble. To the left of the back door was an enormous swimming pool and behind that there were courts for any sport imaginable. On the right was an area offset by its fading grass. A circle was painted on the earth, clearly marking it as a training area.

So this is where Syaoran learned everything he knows about fighting, Sakura thought.

A swift figure was in said circle, sword in hand. Facing a large, beefy man, the person didn’t look as though they stood a chance. Standing entranced by the fight, Sakura failed to see the man that had led her here disappear back into the house. Five bruiting minutes passed before the giant fell to his knees in defeat. Tossing the sword down at his partner’s feet, he left the field, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sakura started clapping and walked forward to great Yelin. “That was awesome!” she exclaimed, overwhelmed.

Yelin met her halfway and thanked her. “Thank you. You caught me in my morning practice.”

Sakura smiled. “You practice every morning?”

Yelin nodded and motioned to the flowers. “What are those?”

Sakura felt a blush cover her face. “I was walking here and saw them. I bought them for you, but now that I see your garden, I guess they’re not that much.”

Yelin reached for the flowers. “Those flowers don’t mean anything to me. They’re there because the previous owners planted them.”

“Your parents?”

A cloud came over Yelin’s face. “Yes, my parents. Nonetheless, these flowers mean more to me than any of them. Thank you, Tomoyo.”

Sakura blushed. She had forgotten that she’d lied about her name. “It was nothing. I wanted to thank you for…well, allowing me in your house.”

Guiding Sakura back into the house, she stopped a maid and told her to put them in her best vase and place them in her room. “It’s nice to have someone here your age. All my girls are married and not here. And my son…well, he’s not here.”

Glad to not have to bring up the subject of Syaoran herself, she leapt at the opportunity to talk about him. “I don’t mean to be intrusive, but if you had anymore stories about the Clow Cards, I wouldn’t mind hearing about them. People are always telling me that I have an overactive imagination and I’m afraid this has caught mine.

Yelin nodded. “Sure. First, let’s go into the living room and have something to drink.”

When they were comfortably seated, Yelin started talking. “If you want to know another story, I have one about an old friend of mine. It would explain more about why Syaoran’s looking for the cards and my rather…obvious distaste of my parents.”

“If it bothers you, you don’t have to tell me, Li-san,” Sakura said, finishing her drink and placing the cup carefully on the glass table.

“I’d like to tell you. It’s so different to have someone here interested in my tales who doesn’t already know them. And with you having a vivid imagination, you could picture them in your head.”

Sakura nodded and waited for Yelin to start.

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:5

2006-02-13T23:40:56Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:5/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Eriol stared at Ichigo.

“You admit to talking to his mother, then?” Sakura asked, her gaze focused on him.

Ichigo nodded. He stood up and closed the window blinds. “She’s asked me to spy on you, Syaoran. And she’s asked me to tell her if anyone by the name of Sakura comes with you.”

Syaoran wrapped his arms around Sakura tighter. “You’ve told her that Sakura’s here? She knows?” He glared until Ichigo dropped his gaze to the floor.

“I haven’t told her that Sakura’s here, but she does know that other people are here with you. I think she wants you to go see her. She’s been hinting at it, even if she hasn’t come right out and said so yet.”

“So you’ve been spying on us this whole time and telling her what we’ve been doing?” Eriol asked. He pulled Tomoyo closer to him.

“Pretty much. I know that you saw me today. I saw you run away. I didn’t tell her that you were there, but I knew that this conversation was going to come up at some point or the other.” He sighed and sat back onto the chair. “I’d promise that I won’t do it anymore, I don’t like doing it, but do you know how much trouble I’d get in?”

Sakura stood up. “I can guess from the way you and Syaoran act, but really, this is boring me. You talk about it for a while, I’m going to sleep.” She walked out of the room and everyone was silent as they listened to her footsteps ascend the stairs.

Ichigo looked to Syaoran questionably. “Isn’t your mother after Sakura? She asks often about her.”

Syaoran slumped deeply in the chair. “Yea, she is. And Sakura knows that, but obviously doesn’t care.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to leave her alone anymore, regardless of where it is.”

“Even the bathroom?” Ichigo asked. When he got no reply, he said, “Guess now’s not the time for jokes. Can I ask one question?”

Syaoran nodded. “Can’t guarantee I’ll answer, but go ahead.”

He leaned forward in his chair more. “I know why you’re family is more…important. And I know about your ancestor, Clow.” At the other three’s incredulous looks he explained. “Yelin thought that as I’m going to…spy on you, I should know about it and what to look for. Nevertheless, what I don’t get is, does that mean that Sakura’s…different, too?”

Tomoyo pushed herself out of Eriol’s grip. “Yes, that does mean that she has powers. Eriol does too, in fact, everyone but me.” She stalked out of the room, but instead of going upstairs, she went outside.

Ichigo looked to Eriol. “You, too?”

“Yeah. I’m the reincarnation of Clow himself. I helped Sakura along when she had to transform the Clow Cards.”

Syaoran snorted. “Helped her, my foot. You practically told her that if she didn’t become the Card Mistress, everyone she cared about would get hurt.”

Ichigo waved it away. “Regardless, we can’t let her find out about Sakura. She doesn’t even what she looks like. I don’t want to know what’ll happen when she does.”

“You’re on our side?” Syaoran asked, eyes wide.

Ichigo smiled sadly. “Yes, thank you, I am. And we better make a pact that one of us will always be with her. That way, she’s protected at all times.”

Eriol gave his approval and walked out the door, worried about Tomoyo.

As the other two were getting up, Syaoran added, “I want someone else with you when you’re with her, even if it’s only Tomoyo.”

“What’s wrong, Syaoran? Don’t trust me?”

Syaoran shrugged. “Yes, something like that. You’re working for my mother and I’ve seen the way you look at Sakura.”

“And how is that?”

Syaoran walked past him up the stairs. “Like you want her for yourself.” He continued up the stairs, not turning to look behind him. In doing so, he failed to see Ichigo satisfied smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t touch her unless we are alone and she understands that she’s mine.” He walked to the back of the house.

Syaoran opened the door to their room and found Sakura lying on the bed crying. He walked over to her quickly and pulled her into his arms. “Sakura, what’s wrong?”

She sniffed and buried her head in his shoulder. “This whole time, there’s been someone watching me. I can’t go anywhere without having to watch what I do. First it was the Clow Cards, then, at the same time, you. Once that was out of the way, Eriol decided that he wanted to go after me. After a few years of silence, this shows up. You’re mother.”

Syaoran kissed the top of her head. “We got through the other things together, we’ll get through this. Now, go to sleep. I won’t leave you.”

Sakura got off the bed and walked over to the dresser. She took out pajamas and walked into the bathroom. When she came back out, Syaoran had his pajamas on already. She pushed him out of the way and got beneath the blankets. He lay beside her and cradled her in his arms again.

“What was that for? Pushing me out the way?” he asked, tilting her head back.

She pulled her chin out of his grasp and rested it on his shoulder. “I’m tired and you were in the way.” She wiped the last trace of her tears off her face. “I love you,” she told Syaoran.

He stroked the hair off her forehead. “I love you, too.” He kissed the top of her head.

After she had fallen asleep, Syaoran stayed awake and stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. The only problem was, there was another image trying to get in his head. He gave up the battle and focused on Sakura’s dream.

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I walked around a corner, excepting to Sakura there. She wasn’t. I walked down the hall, turning corners. I heard her laugh and call my name. I ran into one of bedrooms and looked around. She wasn’t there, but I knew her voice had come in this direction.

When I heard her laugh again, I ran to the window and looked out. She was on the grass, smiling and waving up at me.

I ran out the door, almost tripping down the stairs. When I pushed the front door opened, she was there, laughing. I ran the rest of the way and swung her up into my arms.

Sakura giggled gaily and I spun her faster. We collapsed onto the grass, her breasts pressing into my chest. When I looked up into her face, she smiled and kissed me. Kissing her back and pressing her into me, I rolled over. She was under me, her arms around my waist. I leaned over again and kissed her for all those times that I’d wanted to before but couldn’t.

She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Not being able to help the moan that was building inside me, I let it out.

At the sound, Sakura went a little wilder and dragged my shirt over my head. With her hands on my skin, I couldn’t concentrate so I did the only thing that came to mind and pushed her shirt up, baring her lace-covered breasts to my hungry gaze.

I fell back onto the grass when she sat up. My eyes were riveted to her body as she pulled the shirt off her head and unclasped her bra. Small, round, perfect breasts were uncovered, just waiting for my hands to feel them. I weighed them, playing with her nipples and watched her toss her head back.

Sakura grabbed my wrists in her hands and made me lay on my back. She straddled my hips, rubbing back and forth.

I tried to make her release my hands, but I was too weak and stayed in her grasp. With eyes half closed, she kept them on me as she leaned down and caught a nipple in her teeth.

I arched my back off the ground. Surely such pleasure was illegal. Trying to thing of something else and not embarrass myself then and there, I didn’t realize that she had let go of my hands until I felt hers on my pants.

Sakura undid the fastening and plunged her hands down them. Her small hand closed around my erection, gently stroking it. I thrust into her hand, knowing that in doing so, I was risking myself. Before it was too late, I told her to stop.

She refused to listen to me and pumped faster and harder. Seconds later, I was free from the confines of the damn pants only to be sucked into her mouth. I came then.

When I was done, she licked her lips. She lay beside me on the grass and motioned for me to take off her pants. I was only too ready to comply.

Throwing Sakura’s pants somewhere behind my shoulder, I felt myself harden again when I saw what panties she was wearing.

We have a problem, my half-step brother has come downstairs and I can’t type this when he’s here, so I know that I won’t get this done tonight. Does that count for not getting it done in one day? It’ll be done before I go to sleep, though, I promise.)(I broke my promise. It’s now Sunday. Lol.)

She grinned when she saw my expression and sat up beside me. Taking my hand in hers and drawing it to her, she asked, “What? Don’t you like my little surprise for you, Syaoran-kun?”

I stared at her in awe. I liked her surprise, I just wasn’t expecting her not to wear panties. In fact, I didn’t think she even had it in her.

She wrapped my arms around her waist herself and pulled us both to the ground.

I felt her pressed against me, naked chest to naked toes, and for some reason, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I rolled onto of her and she spread her thighs. Feeling her wet and warm against the head of my erection drove me on and I plunged into her.

---------------------------Normal POV---------------------------+

Syaoran sat up and got off the bed. He wandered to the window and stared out it. Carefully readjusting his pants, he turned to watch Sakura sleep. She was reaching towards the spot that he had just occupied. Syaoran smiled ironically. At least she was happy. He was glad that she wasn’t having nightmares from all this. She was dreaming happy thoughts, if not distracting thoughts.

Syaoran left her to sleep and went downstairs. In the kitchen, he went into the fridge and pulled out a drink. When he sat at the table, Ichigo just happened to walk in the door. “Hey,” he said. “Mind if I sit here and talk to you?”

Syaoran shook his head, and Ichigo sat down. “Now, I know that you’re pretty mad at me for spying on you and all, but just remember that I haven’t betrayed you yet and told her that Sakura is here.” He scrubbed his eyes with his palms. “Can’t say if I’m going to tell her or not, Sakura’s getting harder to resist, you know?”

“No, I don’t. Explain it to me,” Syaoran replied, slightly annoyed.

“It’s different for you, she’s going out with you, but for me…well, that’s another story. I know that she’s yours, but I still want her.” When Syaoran’s eyes flashed, he hastened to explain. “I’m not going to do anything. Just watching her and listening to her…it’s driving me insane.”

Syaoran leaned forward. “So instead of living through the next two weeks of her company, your going to tell my mother and get her killed?”

Ichigo held up his hands. “I was joking. Wow. Take it easy. I hope I can last a few weeks with her. That’s another reason why I’ve been avoiding her for the past while, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, you know?”

Syaoran nodded. “That I understand. I’ve been going through it for all my live, it seems. Control it, Ichigo. Don’t do anything. I don’t want to get angry.”

“I agree wholeheartedly. I don’t even want to get into an argument, let alone a fight. Not with Sakura around at least.” He grinned. At Syaoran’s glare, he added, “I’m not going to touch her,” and walked off.

“You’re not to be alone with her,” he yelled. Ichigo just waved to him over his shoulder. Syaoran sighed heavily and finished his drink. He walked back up the stairs to Sakura. He opened the door and found Sakura exactly where he left her, lying in the bed, moaning. He was tempted to see what she was dreaming about, but he knew that if he touched her, he’d never be able to stop.

Sakura stirred when he sat on the edge of the bed. She blinked her eyes up at him. “Syaoran-kun?” She closed her eyes and rolled onto her other side. Syaoran smiled and stroked her head. He lay beside her and tired to sleep. Knowing it was futile, he sighed and waited for the night to be over.

When Sakura woke the next morning, it was to find Syaoran wide-eyed beside her. Rolling to her side, she snuggled up to his side. He looked down and smiled. “Morning,” she said.

He leaned down and kissed her long and hard. “Morning to you, too.” He kissed her again before grinning. “Now that you’re awake, I can get some sleep.”

Sakura blinked rapidly at him. “You didn’t sleep last night? Why?”

“Because you were dreaming and I knew that if I touched you, I’d staying touching you and I’d wake you up.”

“I wouldn’t have complained. I’d like it if you’d wake me up that way.”

Syaoran laughed. “So would I, but I‘m trying to hold off on that until we get back to Japan. I want our first time.” Blush. “to be where we met.” When she frowned, he smoothed the lines on her brow. “As soon as we get back, I promise.”

Sakura nodded and crawled over him to get to her dresser. She pulled out her clothes, and with a daring look at Syaoran, pulled her shirt over her head. When she heard him draw in a deep breath, she grinned to herself. Without bothering to put on her new shirt, she slowly took off her bottoms. Not long after, her panties followed. Chancing a glance at Syaoran, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands in fist gripping the bedsheets. His knuckles were white.

Sakura walked over to him and tossed her clothes in his lap. They formed a tent. He looked down at them stupidly, then back up at her.

“Can you help me get dressed?” she asked.

And so Syaoran entered the day tortured by Sakura. When he finished dressing her, they walked down the stairs and sat at the table to eat. Tomoyo smiled knowingly at Sakura when she saw the look on Syaoran’s face.

“How did you like the morning call, Syaoran?” she asked, grinning wildly when he blushed. Halfway through the meal, Ichigo decided to make his entrance. “I’m not going to go anywhere with you guys again today. I have to talk to someone.”

Syaoran pulled Sakura’s chair closer to his and further from Ichigo. “Are you going to see my mother?”

Ichigo smiled sadly, wishing Sakura were closer. He came out of his daze and looked at Syaoran. “Pardon? I was thinking something else.” When Syaoran repeated himself, much to the amusement of the others, Ichigo nodded. “Yeah. I’m meeting her. She wants our meetings to be once every two days now that you’ve been here and have seen everything.”

Lowering his eyes to his empty plate, Syaoran said, “I’m going to come with you. I think it’s time I talked to her.”

Eriol spoke up. “Are you going to tell her about Sakura?”

“No. Only an idiot would do that.” Kissing Sakura on the cheek, he said, “Don’t look so worried. She’s not going to do anything, I hope.”

“Let us come with you,” she said, grabbing Syaoran’s hand and holding it in hers. He pulled away and walked out the door. Pausing in the doorway, he spoke to Ichigo. “When are we going?”

Sakura, Eriol, and Tomoyo sat in the living room, playing the system that they had brought in from the van. Sakura lost many times before she put the controller down. “I can’t stand this anymore. I have to go find him. I won’t let his mother see me, I just have to make sure he’s alright.”

The other two stood up. “We’re getting worried too, and I think that if we all go, it’d be better,” Eriol said, pulling the girls to their feet. As they were wandering the street, Sakura started talking to Tomoyo. “Where did you go when you left yesterday?”

Tomoyo stared at her. “How did you find that out? I thought you were upstairs.”

Sakura smiled grimly. “I was…technically. I was sitting on the top of the stairs listening and I saw you walk out the door. Eriol followed you out.”

Tomoyo shrugged. “I just wandered around the block. Eriol found me as I was coming around the corner. Some guy started talking to me and I couldn’t understand him. The only word that I recognized was ‘Hello’. I kind of got scared and figured that it was time to go back.” She linked hands with Eriol.

Sakura smiled at them. “Change of topic here, but it’s great that we’re all together. You two and Syaoran and I. Four best friends all together.”

“I agree. If only-“ Eriol stopped talking as they turned a corner and found Syaoran and Ichigo. They were in an argument with a woman. Syaoran’s mother.

Sakura, Tomoyo, and Eriol walked around the building so they could hear the conversation better.

“…don’t care what you think,” Yelin was saying. “I want those Clow Cards and you being here is not getting the job done. If you want me to do the honours of killing her, just say so.”YEAH! 3000 words!

Sakura poked her head around the corner and Syaoran caught her gaze. He glared at her. “I don’t want her dead at all.” He brought his eyes back to his mother’s face. “I want her alive and with me.”

Yelin brought her fist up to Syaoran’s face. Years of training and fast reflexes were the only things that saved him from getting a broken nose.

“Look. Nobody on the street cares that she almost hit him. They’re not even glancing at them,” Tomoyo whispered.

“She’s the head of the most powerful clan around. I wouldn’t tell her what to do either,” Eriol whispered back.

Sakura tried to shut them up, but Syaoran had walked away. They turned back around the way they had come from and caught up with him.

“Don’t talk to me. There’s bound to be people following me. Go back home. I’ll talk to you there.” Syaoran walked faster, Ichigo following him.

When everyone was back in the house, Syaoran sat them down. “When you see her, run the other way. Don’t talk to if you can help it. I didn’t know she was that pissed.” He ranted on for more minutes before drawing in a deep breath and walking out of the room. Sakura followed him immediately.

“Syaoran-kun,” she said as they got to their room. She put her arms around him and let him rest against her chest.

Refusing to let his tears out, he closed his eyes tight and held on to Sakura. “Please don’t go near her. Going after me today was not something that you should have done. I realize that you were worried, but I worry about you, too. And your forgetting that she can sense powers. Hiding them won’t do you any good, either. She can still feel them.”

Sakura nodded to Syaoran, but in her head, she was thinking something else entirely.

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:4

2006-02-13T23:39:33Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:4/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

Sakura, Tomoyo, Eriol, Syaoran and Ichigo all sat around the kitchen table as they ate their breakfast. Even is there was something wrong with Ichigo, he sure knew how to cook. The team had been here for a week already and they’ve yet to really go out for food.

“This is great food. You really know how to cook,” Tomoyo said, shoving another mouthful in.

Ichigo smiled. “Thanks. I had my girlfriend teach me how to cook.”

Eriol looked around him as if excepting her to pop out of nowhere. “And where is she? I’d like to congratulate her on teaching you.”

“She died years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Eriol dropped the subject but still continued to look around him. “Say, let’s go out for supper tonight. We’ve been every else and done everything, why not try out the food here?”

They all agreed to eat out and even Ichigo said that he’d go with them. Everyone put their dishes away and went beck upstairs to continue getting ready for the day’s adventures. Syaoran and Sakura walked into their room and closed the door. Ichigo had fixed it four days ago and the lock as well. They met the others back downstairs again and all walked out.

“Do you want to just wander today? I have to do something that I don’t think you’d want to do,” Ichigo said, ready to head in the other direction.

“Sure. We’ll met you back here later tonight before dinner.”

So they split with Ichigo and wandered. They followed streets full of people and shops. Beautiful signs advertising anything you could want hung from shop windows. The smell of baking was trailing them and finally they gave in and went to a bakery.

Sakura went right to the chocolate covered things, dragging Syaoran behind her. “These look awesome! I’m going to get some now and get some before we leave to give to dad and Touya.”

Tomoyo, on the other hand, was looking at cake slices. The strawberry one was looking very tempting.

Eriol, though, beat her to it. “This one’s mine.”

Tomoyo pouted Sakura style and followed him to the check out counter. They bought the food and walked outside and continued to walk.

“There’s a park near here. We can go there and eat before we wander,'” Syaoran said, pointing to the left.

Sakura nodded and started to walk that way. They came across the park and sat under the shade of a Sakura tree.

“This place is almost magical,” Tomoyo said, her gaze travelling around.

The park was nestled between buildings and streets in the busiest part of town. One would except it to be dirty and un-cared. Fortunately, it was clean. Trees of all different shapes, sizes and colours lined the pond in the middle and some just sat around in no particular pattern. In the middle of the pond, on a tiny island was a shrine.

Syaoran pointed to the lake. “The leader of the biggest clan made this park a few hundred years ago. That shrine in the middle was made in memory of him and his family that died.” He leaned against the tree trunk and pulled Sakura into his lap. “That’s why this place is so nice. The love the people shared enveloped this place.”

Tomoyo looked at him. “Do you know the story? Could you tell us it?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I do know it, but it’s depressing. Still want me to tell you?”

Sakura looked up at him. “The leader…was he Clow-san?”

Syaoran nodded.

“Then we really want to hear the story,” Eriol said, lying down. Tomoyo lay beside him.

“You know that Clow made the 52 Clow Cards that Sakura has now. He moved here after he was done making them. His house was right across the street that was, back then, a small river.”

--------------------------------? POV--------------------------------+

I leaned out my window and saw someone moving in next door. The house was so big and the property so large that I couldn’t make out who it was or what they looked like. I ran out the door before my father could yell at me to finish cleaning. I kept running towards the house until, halfway there, I realized that I wasn’t wearing anything nice, only my cleaning clothes.

I shrugged and kept going, hoping to meet a friend who didn’t care about appearances. When I got close enough to see him and make out his face, I knew that he wouldn’t be one of those people.

“Hello!” I yelled as I drew closer.

He turned his head and glared at me. His hair was silver from stress. He couldn’t be that old. Only looked about 40ish. His eyes were dark, almost black and from this distance, I couldn’t distinguish the exact colour. “Go away, kid. I don’t need any greedy merchants near me.”

I stopped mid-stride. I didn’t think he’d be this mean. I walked closer, more cautiously this time. “I just wanted to say good evening to my new neighbour, that’s all.”

He ignored me.

“I hope you like it here. I do.”

“I was told that I’d have quiet here and that nobody’d pester me.”

I looked at him, hurt. Even father didn’t speak to me like this. I turned on my heel and lifted my chin. If he thinks I was going to stay here to get insulted more, I wasn’t. I walked home proudly.

-----------------------------Normal POV--------------------------------+

“So what does this person have to do with Clow?” Tomoyo asked.

Syaoran shook a finger at her. “Just wait. I’ll tell you eventually. After the new neighbour moved in, she never spoke to him again. A few years later, though.”

--------------------------------? POV--------------------------------+

I sighed and sat down heavily on the well in the back. I glared at my neighbour. He was taking all the water from my well and using it for himself. My father and I didn’t have much water to use and he was getting sick. I don’t think he’s going to live long.

I looked to the other side of me at the other house that, until last, had been a pile of wood. It was done and whoever bought it was moving in. I knew that there was only one person because he stood at the entrance and ordered everybody to do things. All he did was stand and yell.

I heard my father shout my name from in the house and I went running. He was pointing to the door. “Someone’s there,” he croaked out.

I nodded and opened the door. A man stood there. He was dressed in long, flowing robes that were dragging on the ground. They looked expensive. I wondered if he even knew that they were getting ruined.

“Uh, sir…” I trailed off as I finally looked at his face. He was gorgeous. His hair was midnight black and very long. His eyes were a dark colour, but with the light playing tricks on my mind, I couldn’t concentrate. His glasses, too, were hindering my sight.

“Madam.” He bowed over the hand that he had picked up from the side of my frozen body. “I’m the new neighbour that, I’m sure you know, has build his new house.”

“I…but the…mean guy. I mean-“

He laughed. “The one that’s standing around, ordering people? That’s my old neighbour. He thought that I’d need help moving in, so he decided that my servants should do all the work.”

I stood there and stared until I realized that I should be a good host. “Would you like to come in?”

He shook his head. “I can’t. My things need to be unpacked, but maybe some other time. Or you could come visit me over there.”

I nodded. “Sure! I’d love to see inside!”

“By the by, my name’s Clow.” He grinned and walked away.

-----------------------------Normal POV--------------------------------+

“She did go over there and talk to him. Eventually, they got close and became…intimate. Her father died a few weeks after that and he had left all his land to her. She gave everything she had to Clow, including the land. In return, she moved in with him.

“The other neighbour knew something was going on between them and when he saw her in rich clothes, he saw her beauty and wanted her for himself.

“Eventually, Clow told her about the Clow Cards and about his magic. She admitted that she knew something about it because she herself could do things. In time, he increased her powers to almost five times what her original powers were. Together, they tried to make another card. The neighbour, somehow, got wind of this and revealed his powers to them. He destroyed the house and property along with himself and his belongings.

“By some freak luck, she survived and built the park and the shrine with the help from her son. She died hours later.” Syaoran stopped telling the story. “That’ all we know of it. Her and the neighbors’ names were never found, nor her son’s name.”

Tomoyo wiped the tears from her eyes. “So Clow and them were murdered because some jerk-of-a-neighbour was jealous?”

Syaoran nodded. “The neighbour didn’t want her when she was dirty, but when she cleaned up, he wanted her. Because Clow had her, the two were always rivaling. When he found out they were trying to create a powerful card together that would bind them, he didn’t want that and went a little insane.”

Sakura looked over at Eriol. “You remember anything?”

He shook his head. “Only bits and pieces. I get the feeling that he blocked out these memories because he knew that I’d see them. I think he wanted to keep them private.”

“So how do you know this story, Syaoran?” Tomoyo asked.

“My clan is the leading clan right now. We’re descendants of Clow and since it was his family that made this shrine, we know. I was taught it when I was little.”

They talked about it for a little longer, before dark started to fall. They packed up their things and headed home. When they got on the main street, however, they saw Ichigo talking to someone.

Syaoran automatically turned them down one of the side streets.

“What was that for?” Sakura asked, barely stopping herself from falling face-first into the ground.

“Did you see that woman that he was talking to?”

Everyone nodded.

“I’d appreciate it if, whenever you saw her, if you could try to avoid her. Especially you, Sakura. I don’t want to see you hurt, now that I finally have you.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

They continued walking home in another direction, Syaoran periodically looking behind him. When they reached the house, Ichigo was there waiting.

“Hurry! The reservations in an hour and we have to get ready.”

Sakura followed everyone up the stairs slowly, limping slightly. When she got to her room, she sat on the bed. “Syaoran, I don’t think I’m going to go. When you pushed me earlier, I hurt my ankle.”

He sat on the floor at her feet and took her foot onto his lap. When he pressed against her ankle, she drew in a quick, deep breath and pulled her foot away.

“Sorry. I don’t think that you can go. Do you want to stay here alone, or do you want me to stay here with you?”

Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stay.” She kissed him.

Syaoran groaned and kissed her back. He pushed her back onto the bed and pinned her there. Unfortunately, the door opened before it could get anywhere.

Tomoyo harrumphed. “Come on, you’re supposed to be getting ready.” She pulled Syaoran off Sakura.

Sakura leaned up on her elbows. “I hurt my foot when I almost tripped today. I don’t want to walk on it and Syaoran has gracefully decided that he doesn’t want expensive food and wants to stay here with me. You and Eriol go on without us.”

Tomoyo grinned. “Fine with me, but what are you going to be doing here?”

Sakura and Syaoran blushed. “Talking, eating, other things that don’t concern you.”

“Oh ho ho ho ho. If you say so.” She turned around and walked out the door. “I’ll just tell the others,” she said from the other side.

After Tomoyo, Eriol and Ichigo left, Syaoran went downstairs to get food. He came back up minutes later with leftovers from yesterday and some grapes.

“What’s with you and grapes?” Sakura asked, picking one and eating it. When Syaoran glared at her, she smiled and took another.

“What’s with you and bugging me?” he asked, sitting beside her and taking the grapes from her lap. He lay beside her and pulled her into the crook of his arm.

“Syaoran, who was Ichigo talking to?”

Syaoran shook his head. “I don’t even have the smallest idea. I want to ask him, but I don’t want him to know that I saw him.”

“Try to sneak it out of him. Ask him what he was doing today.”

“I don’t think that’s going to work. How am I going to bring up that subject?” He looked out the window and started to talk to himself. “I’ll just wait and see. I know she knows I’m here. I don’t know if she knows that you are here with me. Or about Tomoyo or Eriol.” He set the empty plate on the bedside table and took the plate of leftovers.

Oblivious to what he had just said, Sakura picked a piece off and ate it. With her mouth still full, she said, “I’ll bring up the conversation. I can start talking about our day to Tomoyo and he’ll get curious and ask questions. I can ask him what he was doing.”

“Don’t get to obvious. And if I tell you to stop, stop, okay?”

“Yes, Syaoran.” She leaned up and kissed his chin.

They sat there and finished their food. Syaoran put the plate back on the table and snuggled with Sakura. They dosed off for a while, waiting for the others to get back. When Sakura fell into a deep sleep, Syaoran decided that he wasn’t going to wake her just yet. He wanted to sneak into her dreams again.”

+----------------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------+

I followed Sakura along the passageway. There was no sound anywhere except for our faint footsteps. We turned corners, many of them, trying to find our way. The musty smell of this place was starting to get to me and I knew that I had to sneeze soon. The light, or absence of it in this case, was also something that worried me. It was like we were buried deep underground.

Sakura held out her arm and stopped me. She turned to look at me and it was then that I realized how much more I liked her hair this way. It wasn’t down her back, but cut just above her shoulders, like it was when we were younger.

“Do you hear that?” she asked.

I tried to listen, but suddenly, she pushed me against the wall. Two people ahead of us turned a corner and walked in the direction that we were going in.

“How did you know?” I asked her, confounded.

She smiled. “I felt them.”

Once again, I marveled at how strong her powers had grown. They outweighed my own and I’ve been training my whole life.

We continued to walk down the hall, Sakura’s hand in mine. We got to a large room eventually. The floor of this room was gone. Only a thin edging of ground bordered the outside.

Carefully, one at a time, we walked along it. At when we both got to the other side, conveniently, the whole room collapsed. The next hall was long and narrow, but I could see a light in the next room.

“You’re dead,” I heard Sakura mutter before she started running full out. I chased after her, but she pulled ahead. As she stepped into the room, a huge stone door closed in front of me.

I pounded on it, calling Sakura’s name. When she screamed, I did too.

+------------------------------Norman’s POV-----------------------------+

Syaoran shook Sakura awake. Her body was twitching uncontrollably. She looked up at him with blank eyes before it registered who it was.

“Syaoran!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms.

They held each other close and waited for the trembling to subside. “I love you,” Syaoran whispered to her.

She held him closer and whispered, “I love you too, Syaoran.”

They lay like that until he heard the door downstairs open.

Sakura looked up at him. “Are we going to talk to Ichigo now?”

Syaoran nodded and helped her up. She collapsed. “My foot.”

He picked her up and carried her down the stairs. Tomoyo and Eriol were there taking off their shoes. Ichigo wasn’t there.

“Where did-” Tomoyo cut Syaoran off before he could finish. “He left in the middle of dinner and said that he had to go somewhere. We ended up having to pay for the bill.” She stalked away, mumbling things and calling him names.

Eriol shrugged his shoulders apologetically. They followed Tomoyo into the living room and sat there.

“What are you guys waiting for?” Tomoyo asked.

Sakura turned to look at Syaoran. “We were going to ask Ichigo what he was doing today.” She hung her head as something came together. “But now that I think of it, I can’t because we needed you help. If you talk to him about not paying the bill and then suddenly get all friendly with me, he’ll get suspicious.”

Eriol looked at Tomoyo. “It doesn’t really matter that much that I had to pay. He only bought a drink.” He grabbed Tomoyo’s hand and pulled her up. “We’ll go change and be back soon to help.” They walked out the door.

Syaoran wrapped his arms around Sakura and pulled her to lean against him. “We’ve got great friends. I’d never want to lose any of them or you.” He rubbed his face into her hair.

Tomoyo and Eriol came back down in comfortable clothes and saw them this way. He pulled something out of his pocket.

The two young lovers in the chair were startled when the camera went off right in their faces. They glared at Eriol as he sat on the sofa opposite them. Tomoyo sat with him

“So how are you going to do this?” Tomoyo asked, bringing Syaoran’s gaze to her.

“We need your help.” And Sakura told them the plan.

They sat there and discussed what they might think he was saying to Syaoran’s mother. Eventually, the conversation turned to home and their other friends.

When they heard someone open the door, they started to talk about the day.

“Hello,” Ichigo said as he walked into the room. He didn’t have the clothes that he had worn to the dinner on. He was wearing frayed jeans and a tee shirt.

He sat in the chair beside Sakura’s and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“What we were doing today and how we saw that big park in town.”

Ichigo looked at Eriol as he answered. “Sorry about running out on you like that. One of my friends needed something and I had to give it to them. They paged me and I ran off to see what it was. Guess I forgot to tell you where I was going. Sorry!” He looked at everyone else. “You went to the big park? I love it there. It’s so easy to relax at. Just bring a picnic and blanket and you can laze around all day long.”

Sakura smiled at him. “That’s what we’re going to do tomorrow. Maybe you can come with us.”

Ichigo shook his head sadly. “I can’t. I have to talk to my friend again.”

Sakura frowned. “Why? You used to be with us everyday before. Now you’re running off. I…we miss you.”

“Thanks. I need to do this, though.”

Tomoyo jumped up. “Why don’t we come with you and when you’re done, we go to the park?”

Ichigo looked at Syaoran. “I don’t think that’d work. I get the feeling that Syaoran’s trying to avoid his mother. I don’t think he wants to talk to her.”

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:3

2006-02-13T23:36:08Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:3/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

Eriol looked back at Syaoran and Sakura. “You guys want anything to eat?”

Syaoran shook his head and looked at Sakura. Unfortunately, I just broke up with my BF, so if things get bad, ignore them. “Sure. I haven’t eaten in a while.”

Tomoyo drove a little further and pulled into a fast-food place. They went in and ordered. While waiting for their purchase, Sakura saw a store across the road. “Syaoran, let’s go check out the store. Tomoyo, Eriol, we’ll be back.”

She pulled a semi-unwilling Syaoran out the door.

“Why do you want to go here?” he asked as they walked into the store.

Shrugging her shoulders, she explored. There was things for the kitchen, bathroom, and bedrooms. Other odds and ends were here, too, along with games and toys.

Sakura dragged Syaoran to the game aisle. “I’m going to get one to play along the way. We won’t be so bored and it’ll stop either one of us from sleeping.”

Syaoran blushed a faint shade of red. “Will you stop it with the sleeping jokes?”

She giggled. “Sure, as long as you stop worrying about us falling into fantasy world with Tomoyo or Eriol around. How about this game?”

He glanced down at what she was pushing into his face. It was a joke book. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

Sakura grinned and put the book back on the shelf. “I know. Well, pick a game. Something that more than one person can play.”

The shelves were full of fun things. Scrabble, Monopoly, decks of cards, water guns, Barbie dolls, yo-yos and other things. Having to pick something that could be played in a car narrowed down the choices a lot.

Syaoran took Sakura’s hand in his and pulled her to the exit. “Syaoran-kun? I wanted to get a game to play.”

He grinned. “I know and I’m going to get one for us to play.” This time dragging Sakura with him, he walked into an electronic store.

“What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see.” He walked over to a pile of boxes set up in a corner.

“Systems? In a car?” Sakura cocked her head to one side. “I didn’t know you could play in vehicles.”

“If you have a built in screen, you can.” A voice came from behind them and when they turned around, they found a sales clerk there. “Do you have a screen?”

Syaoran shook his head. “No, but isn’t there a screen here that we can buy to put in?”

And so they bought a screen along with a system, some games and a few DVDs.

Another sales clerk helped carry everything to the van and helped them set up everything. When Sakura and Syaoran walked back into the fast-food place, Tomoyo was looking at them strangely.

“What did you do to my van?”

Eriol rolled his eyes. “Not her precious.”

She jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow. “Shut up.”

Syaoran had sat in the seat opposite them and pulled his food close to him. He’d started to eat before Tomoyo asked so Sakura had to answer her. “He bought a system and a screen and DVDs and games. AND set them up in the van. Figured that it’d give us something to do. Spent a lot of money on it, too.”

Syaoran rolled his eyes and swallowed his mouthful. “It wasn’t that much and now whenever Tomoyo goes somewhere, she has something to do.” Before Tomoyo could say anything, he interrupted her. “It didn’t wreck the van in any way and it’s portable. If you want it out when this trip is over, I’ll take it out.”

“Thanks. I’d like to keep it in there, if you don’t mind, that is,” Tomoyo said, smiling at Syaoran.

He nodded his head and glanced down at Sakura as she wrapped her arm in his.

“Mine,” was all she said, glaring at Tomoyo.

Everyone laughed, including the blushing Sakura and went to eating their food. After everyone had finished, they put away their garbage and walked to the van. Tomoyo and Eriol inspected the screens, console and CDs. The front had a fold out one above the CD drive and another one in the visor for the passenger. The back had one in every headrest. The system was under one of the seats.

“What DVDs did you get?” Tomoyo asked, reaching for said items.

Eriol looked over the games. “PS2? Nice choice.” YEAH PS2!

They pilled into the van and, as Eriol pulled out, decided on a movie. For the rest of the ride there, they watched movies and played games. Tomoyo refused to play, saying that she’d never touched a controller and Eriol said that he didn’t want to make a fool of himself so Syaoran and Sakura were the only ones playing.

They arrived at their destination, and Eriol turned around and looked at them. “My aunt has gone on vacation somewhere else and her nephew is here to watch the place and show us around since Syaoran refused to answer when we asked him to tour us.” They glared at each other for a second before Tomoyo pulled Eriol back.

“We understand, Eriol-kun. You’ve told us many times now. Let’s get inside so we can take a rest and sleep for once.” She opened her door and jumped out. The others quickly followed suite.

When everything was put in the front hall, Eriol called his cousin down.

“Be right there, just fixing some things first.” A while later a teenager a little older then the rest of the group came down the stairs. He was wearing skin-tight jeans and no shirt. On his feet were miss-matched socks. The one thing that stood out most was his face. His hair was an unusual colour of light purple and his eyes were gray. He jumped the rest of the way down the stairs and landed beside Eriol. “Hello, I’m Ichigo Imasaki!”

As introductions were made, the group, plus one, picked up suitcases and carried them up the stairs.

No sooner than everybody had finished unpacking then Ichigo said, “I have to go out and since you all look dead on your feet, take a nap. Completely random here, but I was going to put ‘take a nap, you look bushed’ but decided against using anything from videogames. AKA FFX. I’ll be back before dinner and I’ll warm it up. I’m guessing that no of you really want to go out tonight, so I took the liberty of making something. Hope you all like it. Bye!” He rushed out the door before anyone could say thanks.

Sakura looked at everyone. “I guess he’s right, we’re all tired. Let’s take a nap and talk later.” They all agreed and walked up the stairs.

When Sakura and Syaoran got the their door, they said goodnight to the other two. They walked into the room and closed the door behind them.

“How is it that we managed to get a room together when we weren’t…together at the beginning of this trip?” Syaoran asked, his gaze automatically drawn to the massive king sized bad.

Sakura followed his gaze and blushed. “I heard them talking and they said that they were going to make up the excuse that there was only three rooms and that you and I would have to share one. I…didn’t really want to tell them that I heard them and not have a reason for sleeping with you. I mean, in the same bed.” Sakura looked away and blushed deep red.

Syaoran slipped an arm around her waist. “You wanted to sleep with me, so you were going to not tell me the truth as to why there was only three rooms?”

“Uh...yeah?”

Syaoran laughed and kissed her softly. “I wouldn’t have gone in here without a fight.”

She laughed and pulled away from him. Opening up her suitcase, she took out pajamas and ran to the bathroom. “Stay out!”

He pouted as she slammed the door in his face. Taking out pajamas of his own, he changed.

When Sakura emerged from the bathroom, she discovered Syaoran in the bed with all the lights turned out. Walking over to him, she slipped in beside him and cuddled close to his body. Within minutes, the two of them were fast asleep.

When Sakura woke, it was to find herself spooned against Syaoran. His hand was lying across her stomach and his leg was thrown over hers. His hand was twitching every so often.

Immediately, she saw an image in her mind.

------------------------------Sakura’s POV--------------------------------+

I was lying in an open field with flowers all around me. I could feel the wind across my body, cooling it with gentle fingers. I looked beside me and saw Syaoran. He smiled and kissed the hand that I brought to his face.

“You were amazing, you know? If only we had more time to do that more often.”

I grinned and rolled over on top of him. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Syaoran.” I leaned down and kissed him, ready to start again. I felt him grin against my mouth. It was almost as if he knew what I wanted.

He lifted me up slightly and slipped inside me again. I groaned, or maybe it was him. I don’t know, I didn’t care anymore. Raising myself to my knees, I lifted myself up and down on him.

------------------------------Normal POV-----------------------------+

Sakura jumped when the door to her room suddenly burst.

Beside her, Syaoran sat up, too. He rubbed his eyes and glared at whoever was at the door. For some reason unknown by either, no one was at the door. Not soon after, however, both Tomoyo and Eriol ran into the room.

“What was that giant bang?” Eriol asked, trying not to stare at Sakura.

Syaoran followed his gaze and noticed that her shirt has risen while they both had slept. He stared at Eriol evilly while pulling her shirt down to cover her.

Behind her hand, Tomoyo was laughing. She stopped when Syaoran looked at her. Stepping closer to the bed, she asked, “What was that noise, or do you not know?”

Both Sakura and Syaoran shook their heads. “We don’t know, but I was sleeping and heard something that woke up. Syaoran was still sleeping, so I…laid back down. A while later, the door flew open but nobody was there. Just after that, you guys ran in.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what it was. It was like…magic.”

The four teens glanced at each other.

“Nah,” Eriol said, refusing to believe her. “All the cards have been captured so it couldn’t have been them. And nothing else around here has powers that I can feel. Do either one of you feel anything?”

Sakura and Syaoran looked at the other and Sakura said, “We don’t, but that doesn’t mean that it was nothing. The door was closed and the lock in place.”

After some more debate of whether or not the door was opened by magic, Tomoyo and Eriol left. The other two got up again and went to get dressed. On their way downstairs, Syaoran checked the lock and door. It was fine; nothing broken or scratched. He put it in the back of his mind to ask Ichigo about it later and followed Sakura down the stairs.

Everybody else was gathered around the small kitchen table. They took their places and started to eat. After everyone was done, they decided that for the last few hours of the day, they were going to wander the town without Ichigo. Before they could walk out the door, however, Ichigo stopped Sakura and asked her if they could talk in the living room.

“I heard about the bedroom door opening the way that it did. I just wanted to tell you that there’s nothing to worry about. The lock on that door is stupid and comes off easily. The hinges are broken too and the door opens with a bang sometimes if you don’t watch out. I’ve got my fingers smashed once or twice by that crazy thing.”

Sakura nodded her head. “Thanks,” she said and walked past Ichigo to leave. As she passed him, he reached out and pulled her against his chest. Too stunned to move or pull away, she stared at him.

“If you get scared and don’t want to sleep there, you can join me in my room.”

Sakura pulled away. “Uh, thanks, but I’ve got Syaoran.” She pushed past him and into Syaoran’s arms.

“What’s this?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

Sakura grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. “Nothing, I just love you.” She grinned at him.

Syaoran frowned. “If you say. I love you too.” He linked his fingers with hers and pulled her along behind Tomoyo and Eriol.

They walked along and randomly chose a street to go down. When they got to a particular street, Syaoran refused to let them go down. It was a beautiful street with trees and flower bushes lining the side.

Looking up into her love’s face, Sakura asked, “Is this the way to you…your mom’s house?”

He looked down at her with an incredulous look on his face. “Yeah. How did you know?”

She smiled serenely. “Because I know you and you can’t hide from me what you hide from them.” She reached up and stroked the side of his face. “Unfortunately.”

They walked the opposite direction, but when Tomoyo looked up at the dark sky, they decided that it was time to head back. Along the way, they found Ichigo.

“Oh, hello!” he said, glancing briefly at Sakura. She inched closer to Syaoran and held his arm tighter in her grip.

He looked down at her then back at Ichigo. Understanding dawned finally and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. “Don’t like him much, do you?” he asked in her ear.

She nodded her head. “I don’t like the way that he looks at me.”

Syaoran nodded. “Neither do I.” He pulled her closer and finally listened to the conversation the others were having.

“…get food for tomorrow. Decided that it was time to load the fridge now that I have visitors.”

Tomoyo tilted her head. “But I thought that your aunt lived there.”

Ichigo laughed. “She does, but she’s always away and she’s told me that when she leaves, the house goes to me. I’ve always thought of it as mine after that.”

Eriol nodded, but Tomoyo wasn’t so easy to please. For the time being, she pushed the thoughts out of her head.

“Did Sakura tell you about the door?” he asked, looking at Sakura again.

“No, she didn’t.”

“I told her that the things broken and the spring is so strong that sometimes it swings open with too much force. The lock is just plain broken. That’s what I was trying to fix when you showed up.”

He started to walk in the direction of the house. “Tomorrow I’ll go out and buy another one. For tonight, I suggest jamming something under the door to stop it from opening.”

Sakura nodded. “Will a sock do?”

Ichigo nodded. Picking up the pace until he was practically running, he pulled ahead of the small group.

“What’s he in a hurry for?” Syaoran asked. He slowed down to allow the others to catch up. “Do you know why he’s in a hurry?”

Both shook their heads. As the group drew closer to the house, the sky darkened. There was no stars out, nor was the moon visable. At the steps, the rain came pouring down. There was no warning save the clouds, just intense rain.

As everyone came rushing in, Ichigo was there with small plates of food. He gave one to everybody before turning round and going up the stairs to his room. Everyone walked up the stairs after him and into their rooms. Sakura picking off the plate before picking up her discarded pajamas and putting them on in the bathroom again. Syaoran picked up a grape and popped in his mouth as he, too, changed. Sakura walked out just as Syaoran popped another grape into his mouth.

She walked over to him and grabbed the next one out of his hand. Syaoran had not yet realized that she had come out and jumped. He laughed at himself and took the fruit off her. He popped it in his mouth with a big show and laughed when he pouted. Putting the small ball between his lips, he tempted her to get it.

She did. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her onto the bed. When he started to kiss her, the door opened and scared them both.

Syaoran groaned and closed the door. He shoved a sock under the door and walked back to the bed.

Sakura had pulled the covers over her and was motioning him to follow her in.

Pulling her against his body, he kissed the top of her head before enfolding her in his arms. When she started to wiggle, he said, “I know what you want and I want it too, but not tonight when the door doesn’t lock and opens itself. Besides, I don’t trust Ichigo from coming in here.”

Sakura nodded and kissed him gently. “I understand, even if I don’t want to.” She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Syaoran was still awake when the images started to take shape in his mind.

---------------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------+

Sakura ran through the snow the Card had just created and into my arms. “I love you,” she said and kissed my frozen lips.

I pulled her closer and repeated the words to her.

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:2

2006-02-13T23:34:36Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:2/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

Sakura stopped in front of a door. “Is this the one?” she asked.

Syaoran looked at the number on the door. “209. Yep, this is it.” He opened the door and walked in.

The occupants looked up from what they were doing.

“So, you’ve decided to come up and talk to us,” Tomoyo said, her gaze homing in on the couple holding hands. She closed the book that she was reading and walked to her friends. “Don’t just stand there, come in and talk.”

Syaoran pulled Sakura into the room, his gaze wary on the closed book. “What’s in that?” he asked, walking towards it.

Eriol picked it up and put it in his bag. He looked up and shrugged. “Nothing important. Just some…research that we’re doing.” He winked at Tomoyo as she turned to glare at him.

Sakura snorted quietly. “Sure. Just like the rest of the things that you guys do. Usually it has to do with Syaoran and I. This time it’s not going to work. We’ve pushed ourselves together.” She turned into Syaoran’s arms and hugged him.

He grinned and nodded. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

Tomoyo grabbed a camera out of her bag and took a picture of them. She grinned when they both looked up startled. “You’re so cute together, I couldn’t help it. And we want memories of this trip, right?” She tried to take another picture, but Syaoran put his hand in the way. Sighing, she put the camera back and promised herself that she’d get a picture later.

“Hey guys, let’s go up on the deck and watch the view. Sunrise should be soon,” Sakura said, taking Syaoran’s hand in hers. She pushed him out the door and motioned for the other two to follow.

Eriol stood up, grabbed Tomoyo’s hand along the way and pulled her along.

The four stood at the rail and looked over the water. Unfortunately, they had missed the sunrise, but the water was still reflecting the last morning rays across it.

Sakura shielded her eyes from the glare. Leaning closer to the water, she saw the continent. “Is that where we’re going?”

Eriol looked over at her and followed her finger. “Yep. You can’t see it very well now, but you can make out the buildings and a bit of the land.”

Syaoran turned his back to the island and leaned against the rail.

“Hey, Syaoran?” Sakura asked. “Doesn’t your family live here?”

He scrubbed his hands over his eyes. “Yeah, they do. But I’d rather not see them. Avoiding them is something that’s high on my list of things to do on this trip.” He walked away from them and wandered to the cabin.

“What do you think is wrong with him? I figured he’d want to see his family.” Sakura stared after him, worried that she had said something that she shouldn’t have.

Eriol, too, was staring after him. “I think it has something to do with you.”

Sakura turned to look at him, a question in her eyes.

“Well, his mother did send him to Japan to get the Clow Cards and you have them. I think he’s worried that his mother won’t…accept you.” Eriol looked at Sakura with sympathy.

She looked back where Syaoran had gone. “Then let’s not go there and not mention it again.” She walked to the cabin. Opening the door, she found him facedown on the bed.

He rolled over when she walked in the door and held out his hand. When she sat beside him, he laid his head on her lap. “I don’t want to go there. I don’t want you to go there.”

Linking her hand with his, she stroked the hair off his forehead. “I know. It’s because of the Clow Cards, isn’t it?” He looked up at her shocked. “I was confused and Eriol was guessing. He said that you didn’t want to go there because you were supposed to have the Clow Cards, but I have them and that you’re mother might not like that.”

Syaoran smiled an odd smile. “That’s part of the reason. But the real reason is that...well, I’m supposed to get the Cards back.” He turned his head into her stomach. “She knows who you are and that I love you. And she knows that you have the Cards. The day after the final Cards had been transformed, she called.”

----------------------------------------Flashback--------------------------------------+

The phone rang shrilly through the house. Syaoran picked it up. “Hello?”

“Why don’t you have the Cards? You told me that you’d have it under control, but you don’t.”

Syaoran grimaced. His mother was never one for simple hellos. Always right to the point. “No, I don’t have the Cards, and I didn’t say that I’d get them. They don’t belong to me.”

Yelin Li was silent for a second. “I told you to get the Cards, so you should have them. That…person…that has them doesn’t deserve to be the master.” It was obvious that she was going to call Sakura something worse.

Syaoran cut her off before she could continue. “Sakura is the rightful owner of the Clow Cards, whether or not you think so.”

“What I think has nothing to do with this. It’s what you’re actions are that count. Very well, she has the Cards, but your next order is to get them off her.”

Syaoran sat on the couch in his living room ready for a fight. “And how do you suppose I do that. Even if I’m her friend, she won’t just hand them over.”

“Friend? She is no friend to you. She’s the enemy.”

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Blowing his temper on his mother wasn’t the best thing to do right now. “You’re right, she’s not my friend. She’s the most important person in my life and I love her.”

Yelin snickered. “That’s her measly powers that you’re attracted to. You don’t love her. You’re engaged to Mei-Ling.”

“I’m not engaged to Mei-Ling. And she knows I don’t love her.”

Yelin sucked in a deep breath. “Don’t disobey me. You will marry Mei-Ling and you will get those Clow Cards.”

Syaoran sighed, ready to have this conversation end quickly. “How do I get them?”

“She has them all under her rule, so the only way to get them to choose a new master would be to get rid of the original master.”

Syaoran gasped. “You want me to kill Sakura?”

“Yes. And you will. If you don’t and I find her, I will. And don’t get in my way. I wouldn’t hesitate to bring you down too.”

---------------------------------------End Flashback--------------------------------------+

“She wants you to kill me?” Sakura asked, her grip on his hand tightening.

Syaoran nodded. “She will try if you go near her. That’s why I didn’t want to come here in the first place.”

Sakura leaned down and kissed his head. “She’s not going to get me or you. And by the way you make it sound, she doesn’t think that I have all that much powers. Unfortunately for her, I do have powers.”

Syaoran nodded. “I know, but she’s stronger than you are. If you happen to meet…Well, I don’t want to think of that. Let’s just dodge her and the rest of my family.”

“That’s what I told everyone else. We’re going to pretend that you have no family.”

Syaoran grinned. “That’s what I’ve been doing for the last few years of my life.”

Both were quiet until Tomoyo and Eriol walked into the door.

“Are we allowed in here?” Tomoyo asked, her gaze drawn to the two on the bed.

Sakura cocked her head to the side. “Why wouldn’t you be allowed? This cabin is just as much yours as it is mine. You don’t need to ask.”

They walked in the door and closed the door. “I know that, but I figured that the two of you would like some time to yourself.”

Sakura smiled softly. “Thanks. We did, but it got sorted out.”

Lowering his voice, Eriol asked, “Is Syaoran sleeping?”

She looked down at him. “I don’t know. Syaoran?” When he didn’t answer, she looked over at them. “I guess we can take that as a yes.”

Eriol grinned. He walked to Sakura’s feet and sat down. Tomoyo followed him.

“What do you want to do? I have a deck of cards if you want to play,” she said, reaching for her bag and pulling out the cards.

Sakura and Eriol looked at each other. “Sure,” they both said.

Tomoyo dealt out the cards and they started to play. Eriol kicked their butt at the first four games that they played. When they changed games, Tomoyo and Sakura teamed up and kicked his butt for seven straight games before he caught on to them.

On the next hand at a new game, Sakura threw her last card on the floor. “I win!” she said and raised her fist in the air. After completing her victory pose, she fell backwards onto the bed.

Syaoran mumbled something incoherently.

Sakura reached down and brushed his hair away from his face. He turned his face into her palm and kissed it. Wondering what he was dreaming about, Sakura tired to see into his mind. In didn’t work.

“Are you playing the next game?” Tomoyo asked.

“Maybe later. My hand hurts from holding the cards.” She lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Hoping to delve into Syaoran’s dreams, she lay there, thinking about things as they came to mind. She didn’t have to wait to long until a mental video started to play.

-------------------------------------Sakura’s POV-----------------------------------------+

I ran ahead of Syaoran as he tried to catch up to me. Laughing gaily, I climbed a tree and watched him pause underneath.

“Come on, Sakura,” he said to me, starting to climb the limbs.

Finally giving up and allowing him to win this round, I reached down and helped him up.

He pinned me to the branch that I was using to lean against and kissed me forcefully.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same amount of passion.

I lost myself in the kiss and wondered what was going on. These feelings inside me were not feelings that I’ve felt any other time. They were taking over my body and making me feel things that I never wanted to stop feeling.

Syaoran pulled away and I groaned. “God, Sakura.” He buried his face in my hair and kissed my neck. “If I would have known this would have happened, I would have kissed you years before.”

I pulled on his hair and made him kiss me again.

He complied and pulled me off the branch that I was sitting on to stand between his legs. In our haste to get closer, neither one of us heard the telling creaks and groans of the poor tree. The branch snapped and we fell to the ground.

----------------------------Normal POV--------------------------------+

Sakura looked down at Syaoran sleeping on her. She stroked the hair off his face and grimaced as the two people in her mind crashed to the earth.

His body jerked against her as he cried out her name.

Tomoyo and Eriol looked up at Syaoran.

“Do I really want to know what he’s dreaming about?” Tomoyo asked, a mischievous grin on her face.

Sakura blushed and ignored them as she went back to the image in her head.

----------------------------Sakura POV--------------------------------+

I rolled over off Syaoran. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Nevermind me, are you okay? I landed on you.”

He grunted. “Other than my head, I’m okay.”

I crawled behind him and pushed his hands away from where he was rubbing. “There’s nothing there. No lump or anything. It was a good thing we weren’t high up.” I kissed the top of his head as I crawled back to face him.

Syaoran pulled me into his arms and stared into my eyes. He leaned up and pressed his lips against mine again. When I started to wiggle, he ran his tongue along the seam in my lips and I gladly opened for him.

Pushing him back into the grass, I straddled his hips. I could feel him pressing against me and I decided it was time to get…nasty. I pulled my lips away from his and kissed his cheek instead. I moved over more and kissed his ear. Biting his earlobe, I shifted on his lap and heard his moan.

----------------------------Normal POV--------------------------------+

A bright flash went off in front of Sakura’s face and she opened her eyes to glare at Tomoyo. Turning her face away, she ignored the other pictures that Tomoyo was taking and watched the movie.

----------------------------Sakura’s POV--------------------------------+

Syaoran surprised me and rolled over so that I was under him. He forced my arms over my head and held them there with one hand. With his other, he stroked my arm from hand to shoulder. But he didn’t stop there.

My eyes widened as he grasped my breast in his hand. He kissed me again, this time mimicking with his tongue what he really wanted.

With his weight holding my body on the ground, I couldn’t do that much so I did the only thing I could and lifted my hips to his.

His groan filled my mouth as he pressed back. His hand, which previously had only been resting on my chest, now began to stroke and caress me. He found my nipple through my shirt and rubbed it between his fingers.

These emotions were building up and were trying to escape. A warning bell was going off in my head. And it was…calling my name?

----------------------------Normal POV--------------------------------+

Sakura looked up and saw Tomoyo and Eriol standing over her with grins on their faces. She jerked up and in doing so, pushed Syaoran off her lap onto the floor.

He jolted awake and looked around him in a daze. When his gaze fell on the grinning Tomoyo and Eriol, he knew what had happened. He looked over at Sakura, but she refused to meet his gaze and only blushed harder.

“Have a good dream?” Eriol asked, his grin widening. He pulled Tomoyo to the door and opened it. “We’ll just leave you two alone, but just incase you wanted to know, we’re there. The cabin cleaners might be coming soon.”

Sakura and Syaoran watched them walk out the door before looking at the other. They looked away quickly.

“Well, we…we better get going or we’ll never hear the end of it from them.”

Sakura nodded her assent and followed Syaoran out the door. They caught up to the other two before they got off the ship.

As they waited for the van to come, Tomoyo played havoc with them. Making comments on Syaoran’s problem about sleep-talking and Sakura’s facial expressions. By the time the car had gotten there Tomoyo and Eriol were so hyper and excited that they had to wait for everyone to calm down before they pulled away.

Eriol glanced at the map. “Now that we’re on the continent, we have to get to the city. It’ll take us some time to get there so we’re probably going to have to stop at a motel or something to get a little sleep. Not what we planned before, but we have to make changes.” He trailed off when Tomoyo rested her hand on his thigh. He looked at it then her.

She caught his eye and blushed before pulling her hand back.

“Yes?”

“I-I was going to say maybe, to take time off the trip, we could take turns driving. You sleep now and I’ll drive for a while. Halfway there, we switch. That way, we’ll get there sooner and we don’t have to go through the trouble of renting a room.”

Eriol glanced back the other two teens. They were both sleeping, Syaoran snoring lightly. He grinned and turned to Tomoyo. “I don’t think they’ll be much help there, but yeah, we’ll take turns. That is if you trust me to drive your precious van.”

Tomoyo glared at him. “I trust you, but only if I’m in it at the time.” She grinned at him. “It’s when you’re by yourself that I don’t trust you. For all I know, you could be driving around, picking up females.”

Eriol laughed. “When, I’ve got you? Nah!” He turned playful. “I’d need a bigger vehicle if I wanted to do that. So many woman want me, I’d never find a big enough car.”

She shook her head. “You’re impossible.”

“I know.” He looked back to the back seat and suddenly remembered something. He reached into his bag and pulled out a camera.

“Oh yeah!” Tomoyo glanced back in the rearview mirror. Syaoran was leaning against the window with his arm wrapped around Sakura’s waist and her head was resting on his chest.

Eriol leaned over the armrest and took a picture of them.

Syaoran stirred and woke. He glared at Eriol.

“Hello, sleepyhead. Congrats on not sleep-talking. Now try not to snore.”

“Yeah, I know.” Syaoran blushed. He turned to Sakura and watched her sleep. He smiled and stroked her hair off her forehead. When he started to see a mini movie in his mind, he knew what was coming.

Shaking her awake, he refused to make a fool of himself again.

“Hmm… What?” Sakura asked. She looked up at him. “Syaoran-kun? Why did you wake me up?”

Syaoran made sure Tomoyo and Eriol were not listening before he answered her. “Remember what happened last time we were in this car and you fell asleep? I don’t want to go through that again.”

Sakura cocked her head to the side. “You don’t want it to happen again? Why not? I had an insight into your dreams and I liked what I saw. That fall would have hurt, though.”

Syaoran stared at her. “It’s not that I don’t want to see them, it’s just that I don’t want to see them when we’re near those two.”

Sakura giggled. “I know how you feel,” she said leaning her head on his chest again. “If she knew that I was dreaming about falling out of trees…”

Syaoran pulled her closer. Putting his face in hers, he mumbled, “That goes nowhere. I was not dreaming about falling out of trees, I was dreaming of you.” He pulled back with a blush on his face. “And that goes nowhere either.”

“What doesn’t? The fact that you fell out of trees or you were dreaming of her?” Eriol smirked at Syaoran. “It’s not my fault you talk so loud.”

“No, but you could have conveniently not listened or forgot what I said.”

Tomoyo looked at them in the mirror. “And miss seeing your face? Not likely.”

Sakura turned Syaoran to face her. “Don’t be such a spoil-sport. We were only having fun.”

“Then maybe I should tell them about your dreams.” He leaned down and kissed her.

Sakura kissed him back. “Do and I’ll never talk to you again.”

Syaoran shrugged. “Fine by me, I’ll just go back to Mei-Ling. She’ll want me.” Grimacing when Sakura pinched his side, he threw up his hands. “Ow ow ow! I was joking, okay?” He huffed and looked into her eyes.

She smiled and rubbed the tears from her eyes. “Mei-Ling is kind of a touchy subject.”

Kissing her softly, he tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. When she pushed her tongue into his mouth, he groaned and cupped her face in his hands. A smack from the back of his head was the only thing that kept him sane. He glared up into the front seat.

Fanfiction:CCS:Dreaming of Me:1

2006-02-13T23:32:00Z

Title:Dreaming of Me
Warning:lemon, minute swearing
Rating:NC-17
Chapter:1/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Sakura-tachi go on a trip to Hong Kong and Syaorans' mother created trouble

“Are we all ready?” Tomoyo Daidouji asked, everyone rushing around her.

“Yep!”

The group of four grabbed last minute items and went for last minute washroom breaks. As they all pilled into the van, Tomoyo locked the door and got into the driver’s seat.

She looked beside her to her boyfriend, Eriol Hiirawakizawa. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

“Guys, none of the mushy stuff on the road. We’re going to end up crashing,” Syaoran Li said, rolling his eyes. He looked at his friend beside him. Sakura Kinomoto was asleep in the seat. It was five in the morning and she never got up before noon. She must be tired. Syaoran grabbed a blanket that was beside him and threw it around her.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

Syaoran grinned as he looked at her. She was so beautiful sleeping.

Tomoyo cleared her throat. “Look who’s talking.” She pulled out of the driveway onto the road. “How long is this going to take us, Eriol-kun?”

He shrugged. “The trip to the port is going to be about four hours. When we get to the continent, depending on the traffic, anywhere from fourteen hours to twenty. And depends on how many stops we make along the way. We said we were only going to drive there and the ride is long.”

Syaoran sighed in the back seat. It was good that they were going to take forever. He didn’t want to go to Hong Kong. His family lived there. His friends were bound to remember that and want to go visit. Little did they know that he was supposed to be home three years ago. He was running away from home. Forever.

Eriol snapped his fingers in Syaoran face. “Where do you want to stop for breakfast?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

Eriol looked at Sakura. “Is she sleeping?”

Syaoran nodded.

“Then we’ll stop for food at the dock. I’m sure there’s something local there that we can get.” He turned to look back out the windshield.

Winding their way around the road, everyone was silent. Tomoyo turned a sharp corner and Sakura leaned onto Syaoran’s shoulder.

He stiffened before realizing that she was sleeping. Carefully looking at the two others in the front, he wrapped his arms around her and tucked her under the blankets more. Watching the road, he ignored her as best he could.

An image started to form in his mind of the two of them after they had transformed the final Sakura Card.

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

Sakura fell to her knees as the burden was taken from her shoulders. She looked at Eriol and saw him grinning. He nodded and dashed away.

She turned to look at me. Struggling to her feet, she walked over to me and threw her arms around me. Still to weak too hold myself up, we both fell to the ground. She giggled in my ear.

“We did it, Syaoran-kun! We transformed all the cards.” She hugged me harder. “Syaoran-kun? You’re trembling. Why?”

I tried to lean up on my elbow, but that alone took all my strength. I lay back down. “I used too much energy today. I’m…weak.” I hated using that word in the same sentence with me.

---------------------------Normal POV----------------------------------+

Syaoran blinked hard. The image in his head was still there. And the image in front of his eyes was still there too. He could see Tomoyo and Eriol talking amongst themselves and laughing. But the image his mind was projecting was…different then he remembered. During the fight, Tomoyo, Yukito and Touya were all there. In his mind’s image, they were missing. After the fight, he hadn’t been weak. He had gotten to his feet, congratulated Sakura, and walked home. And they also had been only twelve. These Syaoran and Sakura were about the age they were now. Why was this different? And what the hell was happening now?

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

I leaned into Sakura as she supported me and walked me home. We got to my house and she reached into my pocket for the keys. She walked me to my room and laid me on the bed.

“Thanks, Sakura,” I said, still weak.

She pushed the hair off my forehead. “Do you want any food? Anything to help you feel better? Nevermind, I’ll go make something for you.” She shifted uncomfortably and pulled at the outfit she was wearing.

“Go into my dresser and grab a shirt. Just wear the shorts you have on. It’ll be more comfortable.”

Sakura nodded and went into my dresser. She pulled out a shirt and turned to me. “Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yep.” It was my favourite green shirt.

“You rest here and I’ll be back with food soon.” She walked out the door and closed it behind her.

I got up carefully and went to my dresser. Standing on wobbly legs, I opened the drawers and pulled out clothes. Pulling off my battle outfit, I tossed it on the chair. The sudden motion stunned me. I fell to my knees as a wave of dizziness came over me. When it passed, I stood back up, but seconds later, I blacked out.

I woke up to Sakura’s voice in my ear. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw her face close to mine. She was on the floor beside me holding me against her chest. There were tears in her eyes. “Are you okay, Syaoran-kun?”

I turned my head into her and pressed. There was a giant headache coming on. I held myself still as she stroked my head. “Headache,” I mumbled.

She rested her head against mine. “Just lay here for a while, then. Wait until you can move.”

I nodded my head. In doing so, I noticed where it was. Between her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra either.

I wrapped an arm around her and held on. Careful not to let her know that my head was there on purpose, I just sat.

“What the hell were you doing?”

“Trying to change.”

It was then that we both realized I had nothing on but my boxers. It was good that my erection wasn’t that obvious. The silence was strong after that. Neither one of us said anything. When ten minutes had passed, I finally said, “I think I can walk now.”

Sakura nodded and stood up. She wrapped her arm around my waist. She walked to the bed, but didn’t let me sit.

“Can you stand here by yourself while I take the covers down, or are you not strong enough yet?”

I was tempted to tell her that I couldn’t, but I nodded.

She wrapped my hand around the bedpost and stood in front of me. When she leaned forward, her butt almost came into contact with my front. I watched as she tried to pull the blankets down and her backside wiggled. Was that ever tempting to press against. I breathed deeply and looked behind me.

Which was not the smartest thing to do. I felt the dizziness come over me. Grabbing Sakura’s shoulder, I whispered, “Sakura, I’m going to pass out soon.”

As she tried to turn to look at me, I felt myself fall forward. Wrapping my arms around her waist, we fell to the bed, her under me. I lay there for a while, but eventually pushed up on my elbows. That was what made me pass out.

When I woke up again, Sakura was under me still. She was calling my name again, her hand on my arm. When she saw that I was awake, she stopped. We lay there for a while, her hand still on my arm.

“Am I too heavy?”

She shook her head.

I laid my head beside hers on the bed. When I tried to move my hands, I become conscious in what position my body was in. One of my hands was above both our heads. Her hand was on it. But my other hand was under her. It had seemed as though when we fell, her pants had slipped down. My hand was somewhere it shouldn’t be. Why she hasn’t said anything yet, I don’t know.

Thinking and feeling my hand there was not helping me. My boxers were tight and not only that, I was pressed against her backside. There was no way she could miss it. Especially not if it kept growing every time I thought of where my hand was.

I lay still and listened to her breath. Her chest was rising and falling, pushing me with it. When she inhaled deeply, my fingers twitched. She gasped and pressed her hips down slightly.

I forced my head deeper into the bed and lightly flexed my trapped fingers. She gasped again and pressed again. I repeated it and found the same results. I rubbed the hair beneath my fingers and her body jerked. When I stoked it, she buried her head in the bed and moaned.

My erection twitched. I knew what it wanted and what I wanted.

I continued to caress her gently. She lifted her hips slightly and I reached further down. The hair was moist from her excitement. I groaned deep in my throat and pushed between her lips.

“Syaoran…” she mumbled. Her hips rotated on my hand. And my arousal.

I pushed my hips against hers. She pushed back.

---------------------------Normal POV---------------------------------+

Syaoran grabbed a blanked for himself and tossed it over his legs. Hoping that it would work, he looked at the girl sleeping on his chest. She was sleeping like every normal person does. The only difference being every once in a while, she’d moan softly, or move her body. Syaoran only hoped that she couldn’t sense his arousal and was reacting to it.

He ignored the picture in his head and looked out the window. They were in the country. Fields of rice were passing them. Workers were between the rows checking the stalks. They were about one and a half hours from port.

He was keen on avoiding the image for that long. Except the image didn’t want to be ignored.

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

Lifting myself to my knees, I rolled away from her. When my head hit the pillow hard, I held it. “That was a stupid thing to do.” My head was killing me and I smashed it against the bed. What a genius I was.

I looked down at Sakura. She was still where I left her.

Bracing her chin on her hand, she looked at me. Keeping her eyes on me, she crawled up my body and rested on it. “Does your head hurt?” she asked.

I nodded. Resting her head under my chin, I stroked her hair. Trailing my hand down her back, I rested it on her butt. I pushed her hips down and lifted my own.

Sakura leaned up and kissed my nose. Focusing on her eyes, I pulled her shorts down. Watching her eyes go wide, I tossed them to the floor.

She grinned at me and sat on my pelvis. Guiding my hands to the hem of her shirt, she leaned back.

Taking her action as a go-ahead, I ran my hands up her shirt. Playing with the underside of her breasts, I noticed a very important detail. “Oh god. You’re not wearing panties.”

She blushed a bit and shook her head. “That’s what was annoying me before.” She sat on her heels and kissed me.

Feeling her lips on mine was like heaven. They were soft and warm. And so very welcoming. I moved my hands further up her shirt until my hands covered her round globes. Her nipples were hard and were pushing against my palm.

Pinching them between my fingers, I plucked them. She pushed her lips against mine with more pressure. I slid my tongue into her mouth and we both moaned. I teased her with little kisses and excited her with long, wet ones. When she got tired of me leading, she held my head in her hands and kissed me the way I wanted her to.

Sakura stroked my tongue with her own before running it around in my mouth. She nipped my bottom lip and sucked it.

Pushing my way into her mouth, I kissed her the same way. When she started to suck on it, I lifted my hips into hers. She pushed them down and did what I never thought she’d do.

---------------------------Normal POV----------------------------------+

Syaoran groaned to himself. These images were making him harder than he’d ever been. This time was so real. Almost like it was happening in another dimension. He wasn’t even telling the fake Syaoran what to do. It was just happening. Happening the way he had wanted it to.

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

Sakura reached into my pants and grasped my erection in her hand. I moaned into her mouth and pushed up into her hand.

She stroked me, running her hand up to the head and pushing down to the base.

I grabbed her hips in my hands and rolled her under me. Kicking off my pants, I pinned her to the bed. I kissed her hard and demonstrated with my tongue and hips what I was going to do soon. She sucked my tongue into her mouth every time I pushed it in and lifted her hips to mine.

When my arousal slid between her hidden lips, we both stopped and just felt it.

---------------------------Normal POV----------------------------------+

Eriol looked back at the two sleepyheads. “Syaoran? We’re almost there. You might want to wake Sakura up.”

Syaoran nodded.

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

I tore her shirt off and tossed that on the floor with the other clothing. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I flicked her nipples. She gasped. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I suckled on her neck, leaving my mark. Trailing lower, I took a nipple into my mouth.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and arched. Pressing my mouth against her, she lifted and lowered her hips. “Syaoran…no more. Please. Now.”

I ignored her and went to tend the other nipple. She latched onto my hair and pulled me up to her.

---------------------------Normal POV----------------------------------+

Syaoran glanced out the window as the van stopped. He could see the ocean from here. Knowing that he had to wake Sakura and get out, he sat there and focused on the dream, knowing that it would be over soon.

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

Grabbing my erection in her hand again, she led it to her opening. Pushing in only far enough to feel her barrier, I gazed into her eyes.

“I love you, Sakura.”

---------------------------Normal POV----------------------------------+

Syaoran jerked. That was something that he didn’t want Sakura to know about. Why would his dream self say that. He shrugged and told himself that it was just a dream.

Tomoyo looked back at him. “Wake Sakura up. We have to load the car into the ship.”

“One second.”

-------------------------Syaoran’s POV----------------------------------+

“I love you, Syaoran.”

I pushed in all the way

---------------------------Normal POV----------------------------------+

Tomoyo opened the van door and shook Sakura awake. The image in Syaoran’s mind shattered.

“Sakura, wake up. We’re at the dock.”

Sakura opened her eyes. “Hmm? Tomoyo?”

Tomoyo grinned at the look in her eyes. “We’re here. You have to get up. Let Syaoran’s arm wake up, too.”

Sakura turned to look up at Syaoran. She blushed bright red. Turning back to Tomoyo, she said, “I want to go back to sleep.”

Tomoyo giggled. “Why? Having a nice dream?”

Sakura glanced at Syaoran out of the corner of her eye. “So maybe I was. It was almost at the good part.” Under her breath, she mumbled, “Not that the rest of it wasn’t bad.”

Tomoyo laughed right out. “Is it like the other dreams that you have? Oh, you have to tell me about this one, too. Was it as…exciting?”

Sakura turned bright red and glared at her. “Shut up, Tomoyo-chan.”

“Other dreams?” Syaoran asked. “Care to tell me about them?”

“Tomoyo don’t you dare. They’re too private.”

Tomoyo shrugged. “Get her to tell you. That otta be good…bed-time stories.”

“Don’t say that!” Sakura turned to look at Syaoran as she ran over to Eriol. “Ignore Tomoyo. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Before Sakura could leave the van, Syaoran grabbed her arm. Shutting the door, he locked them in. “I need to talk to you.”

When Sakura looked at Syaoran, she knew about what. “I’m not telling you what they’re about.”

Syaoran took a deep breath. “Sakura, please. I really need to know.” There was a suspicion in his head that he didn’t want to think about.

“There is no reason for you to need to know.”

“I…I think I know what they’re about. But I need you to tell me.”

Sakura laughed. “There’s no way that you know what I dream about. You won’t even think about it let alone imaging me dreaming about it.”

Syaoran grabbed Sakura’s upper arms. “When you were sleeping, I had…an image in my head that I couldn’t control. I need to know what you were dreaming about.”

Sakura shook her head. “There’s no way that you can see into my dreams while I’m having them. It hasn’t happened before.”

“Sakura, think about it. We’re both magic. Our magic has…bonded over the years that we’ve been together. And besides that, I’ve never touched you when you’ve been sleeping before.”

Sakura blinked. “You touched me?” she whispered.

Syaoran blushed. “No. When Tomoyo turned a corner, you fell onto my shoulder.”

“Oh.”

“Sakura, tell me, please.”

Sakura shook her head. “If I tell you what it was about and it was the opposite of what you’re thinking then I’ve made a giant goof of myself.”

“The opposite of what I’m thinking is killing you or hurting you. I’d never do that. Damn it, Sakura. You know that.”

Sakura paled. “Then…then what is the opposite of hurting me?”

Syaoran blushed and looked out the window.

She placed her hand on his arm. “You tell me this and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

“The opposite of hurting you would to give…make you happy.”

“What happened in my dream did make me happy, but happiness is the opposite of sadness, not hurt.”

Syaoran shrugged her hand off him. “Sadness, happiness; hurt, pleasure.”

Sakura didn’t say anything for a moment. “Was Eriol in your…my dream?”

Syaoran nodded. He waited a few minutes before adding, “I’ve never passed out before.”

Sakura laughed silently. “I guessed as much.” She paused. “Can we forget that this happened and go back to the way it was before?”

Syaoran shrugged. “And on the rest of the drive there? And back? Are you going to fall asleep again?”

Sakura blushed. “Probably. But I’ll sit somewhere else.”

“Where? On the blankets or in them?”

“Right…”

Syaoran turned to look at her. “You fall asleep again and I’ll pretend nothing is happening. I ignored it before…”

“…Before…” Sakura prompted.

“Before I couldn’t ignore it anymore and paid attention.”

Sakura turned redder. “How long was I asleep until you started to…see things?”

“I joined just after you transformed the last Card.”

Sakura groaned. “At the beginning. Where did you leave?”

“Umm… When… Well, you woke up in my arms. I mean…”

Sakura nodded. “I understand…Oh no!” She covered her mouth with her hands and stared at Syaoran in horror.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Sakura remembered where the dream had left off. ‘I love you, Syaoran,’ she had said. God, Syaoran remembered. That was why he had stumbled when she had asked where he left. “Can we forget the last part?”

Before Syaoran could answer, Eriol knocked on the window.

He opened the window. “Yes?”

“We have to bring the van on the ship now. You’re going to have to get out.”

Sakura turned to look at Syaoran before asking Eriol, “Can we stay in here and you drive the van on board?”

Eriol nodded. “Sure.” He got in the driver’s seat and started the van. Driving it where an employee showed him to park, he turned to look at the two in the back. “The trip is going to be about two hours. If you get…bored down here, we’re in cabin 209.”

Syaoran nodded and watched Eriol walk away. “Can I ask you something that I just remembered you saying?” he asked.

Sakura blushed. “Yeah.”

“When you asked me what the opposite of hurting you was and I said happy, you said that…the dream did make you happy, right?”

Sakura groaned. “Yes, I did say that.”

Syaoran turned her to look at him. He stared into her eyes before leaning closer and whispering in her ear. “So…if I did something now, would it make you happy?”

She shivered. “Depends what it is.”

Taking her ear lobe in his mouth, Syaoran bit it. Hearing Sakura’s intake of breath, he said, “Nothing big.”

Sakura rested her hand on Syaoran shoulder. “You’re not going to pass out and squash me, are you?”

Syaoran laughed. “No.” He kissed her cheek. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against hers.

Knowing the next move was hers, Sakura leaned forward and kissed him.

Syaoran pulled away after a while. “Is what you said the truth?”

She tried to pull him back, but he wouldn’t let her. “What did I say?”

“I love you.”

Sakura jerked back. “Why do you want to know?”

Syaoran shrugged. “Because I do. Is it so wrong to want to know if someone loves you?”

“In that case, do you love me?” Before Syaoran could answer, Sakura said, “Nevermind. Forget I asked that. I don’t want to know.”

Syaoran stroked the side of her face. “You don’t want to know that I love you? Okay, I won’t tell you I love you.”

Sakura stared at him. “You love me?”

He grinned. “You just told me that you didn’t want to know that I love you. So I can’t tell you that I love you.”

“Okay, you can tell me.”

“Tell you what? That I love you? I can’t.”

“Damn it, Syaoran. Tell me you love me.”

Syaoran pulled Sakura into his arms and pressed his face to her shoulder. “I love you.”

Sakura snuggled closer. “I love you too.”

Fanfiction:CCS:Chocolate or Blueberry:4

2006-02-13T22:46:48Z

Title:Chocolate or Blueberry
Warning:none yet
Rating:PG
Chapter:4/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Someone from Sakura's past comes back to her and messes her relationship with Syaoran-tachi up.

After saying goodbye to her friends as they went down their road, Sakura walked to the park. Settling her hands on her hips, the stared at the swing that she was on yesterday.

“The victim always returns to the scene of the crime.”

Sakura looked behind her and sure enough, there stood Xi-lan. “You’ve caused enough trouble in my life, why make it worse?” she asked him, already fuming.

“Demo, Sakura-chan, I didn’t do anything. So I told a few people that you were going to the prom with me. I don’t see why you can’t. We can talk there.”

Sakura through her hands up in exasperation. “You told people that we were going together when we aren’t.”

“Sakura-chan. Why can’t we go? So maybe I wasn’t nice to my little brother. You know why I wasn’t nice to him? He was jealous of us. He wanted you for himself.”

Sitting under her favourite tree, Sakura looked up at him. “Come sit over here. Talk to me and tell me about this.”

Xi-lan did as he was bid and sat beside her. “You know how he was always following us, ne? He wanted you away from me. He always thought that I took everything away from him. I knew Otou-san before he left and he didn’t. Okaa-san said that it was no one’s fault, but he thought it was mine. He-“

Sakura cut him off. “If this was happening while I was there, how come I never knew about it? I mean, I was born there, wasn’t I? And he never even showed any sign of being jealous.”

Xi-lan looked over at Sakura. “He was in love with you, if four-year olds even know what love is.”

“Demo, Xi-lan, I was four and you were only seven and we believed we were in love.”

“That’s because we were in love, Warwa. We got engaged. The parents knew that you loved me and I loved you. They knew that it would be a lasting relationship. What they didn’t count on was your otou-san coming to get you and your okaa-san.”

Sakura pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Staring at the children playing everywhere, Sakura was silent.

“Warwa, you can’t hide from this. Okaa-san sent me here to look for you and know that she knows we’re invol...ano...I found you, and now she wants you to come home with me. She wants us to get married.”

“I know what Nenin wants. It’s just, I don’t want it. I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

“Does he love you too?”

Sakura turned red. “I don’t know. He’s always mean to me. But he was nice yesterday. Maybe he does. I want to give us a chance though.”

Xi-lan turned Sakura’s head to look at him. “Can’t you at least give ME a chance? Maybe you’ll find out that I’m not the same person I was fourteen years ago.”

“Maybe.” Sakura saw in his eyes the same boy that she had known and loved since the day she was born. In the deepest part of her heart, she knew that she still had some feelings left for him. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Xi-lan grinned and pulled Sakura into a one armed embrace. “Arigato.”

Sakura looked up and tapped him on the nose. “No calling me that. That part of my life is over. My name is Sakura Kinomoto now.”

Xi-lan nodded solemnly. “Hai, I understand. Does this mean that you’ll go to prom with me?”

Sakura nodded, her face falling a bit.

“Sakura-chan? Daijoubu desu ka?” Xi-lan asked, his face masked with concern.

Sakura jumped. “Daijoubu. I was thinking of something else.”

Xi-lan nodded, understanding completely. “The one you love, ne?” When Sakura looked up guiltily, Xi-lan stroked the side of her face. “I know that I can’t completely wipe out your memories of your love for him, but I promise I will try my hardest to.”

They sat like that for a while; Xi-lan’s arm around Sakura, both of hers wrapped around herself.

Xi-lan looked down, afraid to break the mood. “Ano...Sakura-chan? I don’t really want to go, but I have to get home. Okaa-san said she would call. She wants me to tell her what’s going on between us.” He stood up and offered his hand to Sakura. When she took it, he held on for a while longer before hugging her again. “Sayonara, Sakura-chan.”

“Ja ne.” Sakura stood where she was, watching him walk away. When he was no longer in sight, she fell to the ground, burying her face in her hands.

“Tears, Sakura-chan?” Tomoyo’s voice came from somewhere above Sakura’s head.

Just as she thought, Tomoyo stood above Sakura looking down at her pitifully.

Wiping away any trace of tears, Sakura straightened her back, and lifted her chin.

Tomoyo saw right through the guise. “Okay, Sakura-chan. Tell me what went on in your past to make you act like this.”

“Demo, Tomoyo-chan, it’s too painful to talk about.”

“You agreed to go with him. Whether you want it or not, going with him will bring up bad memories. You might as well get it over with and tell me.”

Sakura nodded. Leaning against the tree trunk for support, Sakura told her tale.

-----FLASHBACK-----

“We need more towels!” a young woman shouted, trying to be heard over the noise.

Grabbing one off the pile that a maid handed her, she wrapped the newborn baby in the cloth and pushed it toward another maid.

Nadeshiko lay on the blankets, sweat poring off her body. “What do you mean, ‘there’s another one'? The doctor told me there was only one!”

One of the ladies there to help with the birthing wiped the sweat away from Nadeshiko’s forehead.

Pushing away the cloth, Nadeshiko tried to see what was happening when she was pushed back down by a wave of pain.

Screaming, Nadeshiko did as the maid told her to and pushed. She felt something slide out of her body and quickly lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she was in a beautiful room full of flowers. The walls were decorated with pink paint, detailed pictures of Sakura blossoms painted on. The bed that she lay in was pink and white, once again designed with Sakura blossoms. The window was thrown open, letting in the wonderful scent of summer. Nadeshiko lay back on the pillows, when she remembered.

“My babies!” she cried, sitting up.

The maid that was resting in the chair beside the bed, sat up suddenly and looked over to the bed.

“Ah, Kinomoto-chan. You’re awake. The mistress of the house wished to speak with you when you awoke. I will go fetch her. Is there anything that you might desire?”

Nadeshiko stared at her, stunned. “Hai, my babies. Where are my babies?”

The maid looked at her sympathetically before turning to the door. “My mistress will answer all your questions,” she whispered, walking down the hall.

When the door opened again, the mistress stood in the doorway, her belly protruding. “Kinomoto-chan. I see you have finally decided to join us again.”

“Where are my babies?” Nadeshiko asked, getting more frantic as the minutes passed by.

“I must speak to you about them.” The beautiful black-haired woman walked further into the room. Taking the seat that the maid had previously occupied, she reached over and grasped Nadeshiko’s hand. “I am very sorry, but one of your daughters didn’t make it. I had my secretaries look up your medical records and there we found why the doctor didn’t tell you about your twins.”

Nadeshiko’s grip tightened. “What did it say?” she asked, tears in her eyes.

“Do you know why you were in China?”

Nadeshiko looked confused. “I’m in China?”

The mystery woman looked into her eyes, refusing to allow Nadeshiko to look away. “The doctor says that you’re emotionally ill. He wrote in your report that you had some problems with your husband after your son was born. Supposedly, you tried to accuse your husband of raping you. The doctor had proof that it did not happen.” Wiping off the tears slowly falling down Nadeshiko’s face, she continued. “It also said that you tried to conceive a few years ago and you had a miscarriage. You weren’t supposed to have any more children. The doctor strongly advised against it. You were on pills, but you refused to take them, saying you were fine.”

Nadeshiko closed her eyes, too weak to keep them open. “I killed my daughters because I didn’t take the pills?”

Stroking Nadeshiko’s cheek, the lady reassured her. “No, Kinomoto-chan. Only one has left us, the other is weak, but she will survive. You didn’t kill her. Nature did.”

“Why am I here? In China? Why didn’t I stay with Fujitaka and Touya?”

“There’s no point in dwelling over the past. Live life now.” Standing up, she walked over to the corner of the room and wheeled back a wheelchair. “You can see your daughter if you want.”

Nadeshiko nodded slowly and pushed herself into the chair. She was pushed out the door and down the hall. A maid opened a door and Nadeshiko was pushed in into a makeshift nursery. Sitting in the middle of the room all by itself was a crib. Standing beside the crib was a young boy who looked to be the age of two or three. When the door opened, he moved away from the edge and ran to Nadeshiko.

“Suteki,” he said, pointing to the crib.

Nadeshiko smiled sweetly. Wheeling herself to the crib, she peered in.

Nestled among the lacy blue blankets lay the most beautiful baby girl. Little tuffs of hair curled around her head. Eyes the colour of emeralds, and the chubbiest face ever.

“Hai, suteki.” Picking her daughter up gently, she cradled her against her breast.

“Wut her name?”

Nadeshiko looked beside her. The boy that was looking at her daughter before was there, staring at her daughter. He reached over and the baby curled her fingers around his finger. He smiled.

“Her name is Kinomoto Sakura.”

“Sa-sawarwa?”

Nadeshiko laughed, the first real laugh since her miscarriage. “Hai, Sakura. Like the room that your okaa-san put me in.” She turned at looked at her saviour.

“Arigatou,” she whispered.

“Douitashimashite,” she replied back.

Nadeshiko smiled, her new friend coming to stand behind her, the young boy beside her. They all gazed down at their emerald-eyed Cherry Blossom.

“Warwa."

Fanfiction:CCS:Chocolate or Blueberry:3

2006-02-13T22:38:51Z

Title:Chocolate or Blueberry
Warning:none yet
Rating:PG
Chapter:3/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Someone from Sakura's past comes back to her and messes her relationship with Syaoran-tachi up.

Sakura ran to school, paranoid that she would be late again.

‘Shimatta!’ Sakura thought as the bell rang singling the start of first class. Completely ignoring her usual locker stop every morning, Sakura ran to class.

“Gomen, sensei. I got up-“Sakura stopped her mad run to her desk and turned to the front board. “Hoe!”

Sitting quietly in her seat, he leaned over to Tomoyo’s desk. “Tomoyo-chan? Where is sensei?”

Tomoyo turned to her best friend and shrugged. “I don’t know, Sakura-chan.” Tomoyo turned to look at the seat behind Sakura. “Li-kun isn’t even here yet.”

Sakura turned around to look at the seat behind her and sure enough the seat was empty.

“Demo, he’s never late.” Sakura was getting worried.

“Hai, I know. You can always be counted on to be the last one here.” Tomoyo laughed to herself.

“Don’t joke about this, Tomoyo-chan. Did you know that Syaoran had to go home after the prom?”

“I didn’t know.” Even Tomoyo was starting to get worried. This was not like Li-kun at all. “Did he say anything about not coming to school today?”

“Ano...I don’t think so,” Sakura replied, looking behind her questioningly again.

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened and the teacher walked in.

“Ohayou, minna,” the teacher said, walking to her desk gracefully.

“Ohayou, sensei,” the students replied obediently

And class went on as usual except for the fact that Sakura kept glancing behind her at odd intervals.

After class was over, Sakura and Tomoyo grabbed their things and went to their next class. Walking in earlier than anyone else, they sat in their respectable desks and talked.

“Tomoyo-chan he wasn’t there for any of the class.” Sakura was biting her bottom lip in worry.

“I know Sakura-chan. I know. I think you should go over to his house after school and talk to him.”

“I know I should. Demo...what...what if-“

Leaning over to pat Sakura on the shoulder Tomoyo finished Sakura’s question. “What if he’s not there, ne?”

Sakura nodded. “I don’t know what I would do if he didn’t answer the door.”

“Sakura-chan, he is full grown. I think he can take care of himself.”

Sakura looked at her friend over the science desk. “I know he can, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying about him.”

“Worrying about who? You’re date?”

Both Sakura and Tomoyo glanced beside them and there stood...

“What do you want?” Sakura asked.

“Warwa, maa, maa. You don’t need to get mad at me again.” Xi-lan said.

“Who are you?” Tomoyo asked.

Xi-lan grinned. “Why, I’m Sakura’s old boyfriend.” He winked at her. “She always has been in my heart and always will be.”

“That is just a bunch of lies,” Sakura said, trying not to raise her voice.

“Sakura-chan. Surely you can forgive me. We were only four at the time.”

“Betsuni.” Sakura stubbornly turned her head the other way and refused to look at him again.

“Warwa, look at me. Onegai? The only thing I did was give my easter egg to someone who didn’t get any at the hunt.”

“That’s not what you did.”

Xi-lan looked confused. “Then tell me what I did that upset you so.”

“The way you treated your ototo. I didn’t like the way that you tried to push him away from everything that we did.”

Xi-lan sighed and hung his head. “Warwa, he was annoying. You have to admit that. The way that he always used to follow us everywhere.”

“It still wasn’t nice the way you pushed him around everywhere.”

Before they could continue with their conversation, students started filling into the room.

“Kuso. We’ll talk after school.” And with that, he ran out the door.

“Masaka. I'll never talk to him again!”

“Who won’t you talk to?”

Sakura knew this voice and turned to look at him. “Why didn’t you show up to first class, Li Syaoran?”

Syaoran grinned and scratched the back of his neck. “Ano...I slept in?”

“Nice excuse. Now, what’s the real reason you didn’t come to class?”

Syaoran sighed heavily. “I...I was packing.”

“Already?! Demo... prom is...oh.” Sakura’s face fell.

“Hai. Oh. prom is tomorrow,” Tomoyo clarified.

“It’s been fun, though, hasn’t it? Capturing all the Clow Cards and sealing them away again?” Syaoran asked, trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood.

The bell rang. Neither of his friends got the chance to answer and neither wanted to. Both wanted to say that they wish this would never end. Both wanted to tell him they loved him; one as a friend, the other as something more. All three wanted to cry.

Fanfiction:CCS:Chocolate or Blueberry:2

2006-02-13T22:21:59Z

Title:Chocolate or Blueberry
Warning:none yet
Rating:PG
Chapter:2/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Someone from Sakura's past comes back to her and messes her relationship with Syaoran-tachi up.

Sakura stood up suddenly, swinging the swing behind her violently. It shot forward and whacked her in the back of the legs. Leaning forward to grab her leg, the newcomer kneeled beside and gently stroked the back of her leg.

“What are you doing?!?! Don’t touch me!” Sakura backed away quickly, almost tripping over the swing.

“Sakura-chan? What’s wrong with you today?” he asked, moving forward slowly.

“Leave me alone! You’re not part of my life anymore. I refuse to allow you in again.”

“But Warwa-“

“Don’t call me that. It’s over.” Sakura was starting to cry, small crystalline tears leaking from the corner of her eye. “I never want to see you again...”

The stranger smiled. “You don’t even remember my name, do you?”

Sakura turned her head and started limping away.

“Sakura-chan, I didn’t mean to bring back painful memories. My mother sent me back. You remember what happened between us before you left, right?”

“It...it doesn’t matter anymore...Xi-lan. We’re over. You hear that? OVER!”

Xi-lan sighed. “Warwa, you can’t say that. For over fourteen years I’ve been searching for you and now that I find you...” Xi-lan trailed off, trying to get Sakura to talk to him.

“It’s not working Xi-lan,” Sakura said before walking away again.

Xi-lan stared at her back, wishing that things could have happended a differnet way before turning and walking away himself.

Rubbing the back of her leg, Sakura slowly made her way to Tomoyo’s house.

“Ah, Kinomoto-chan. Tomoyo just left to go to Eriol’s house,” Sonomi said.

“Do you know when your daughter will be home, Daidouji-san?”

"I’m afraid not. Demo, I’ll tell her you wanted to see her.”

“Arigatou,” Sakura mumbled before walking home.

Touya was in the kitchen setting up dinner when Sakura walked in. “Okari, kaijuu.” He noticed her slightly pissed off expression, but decided wisely NOT to comment on it. “Gaki’s upstairs waiting to see you,” he said, turning around, resuming his work.

Sakura curled her upper lip in distaste. She didn’t really want to see Syaoran right after that disturbing encounter with Xi-lan. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a choice.

“Ohayo, Syaoran-kun. What are you doing here?” Sakura asked, rather rudely.

Syaoran glanced up quickly, a blush coming to his cheeks. “Ohayo, Sakura-chan. I came here to...tell you something.”

Sakura sighed, knowing this was going to make her even madder at him. “Hai, Syaoran-kun, I’m listening.”

“Well, I...I guess you’ve heard that I’m taking Meiling-chan to the prom, ne?”

Sakura nodded. “Matte, Syaoran-kun. Can I get changed before you continue?" She wanted to stall him for as long as she could.

Syaoran looked at her oddly. “Demo, Sakura-chan, I would leave, but this is rather important.” When Sakura nodded, he continued. “About me taking Meiling-chan to the prom; it wasn’t true, but now that I hear you’re going with someone from your past, I asked her, but she told me to come here and tell you something.”

When Syaoran refused to finish what he was going to say, Sakura prodded him on. “Ano...Syaoran-kun...what were you saying?”

Syaoran stood up from where he was seated on Sakura’s bed and went to stand in front of the window, starting out it despondently. “I had to tell you that I was going with Meiling-chan so that you wouldn’t worry if I was by myself and she also told me to tell her that...that I have to go home after the prom.” Syaoran held his breath, waiting for Sakura’s reaction.

“Honto? You have to go?”

“Hai. My mother called me last week and told me that I was staying longer than I was originally allowed and that she wanted me home after my prom was over.”

Sakura ran her hand through her auburn locks, ready to start crying. “Syaoran-kun,” she whispered. Reaching out her hand and watching Syaoran’s eyes widen, Sakura grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into a hug.

Syaoran stood rigidly, not knowing what to do. Finally giving into the feeling overpowering him, he wrapped his arms around Sakura and held her to his body.

“It’s okay, Sakura-chan,” he said, tightening his already strong hold. “Everything-“

“Iie. It’s...it’s not like that. Everything is falling apart around me. Everyone is leaving and people that I don’t want in my life are appearing again. Everything is just so damn confusing.” Sakura pressed her face to Syaoran’s shoulder before pulling away from him and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Gomen, Syaoran-kun. I didn’t mean to spill all my worries on you.”

“Arigatou, Sakura-chan.”

Sakura looked up briefly. “For what?” she asked, looking and feeling confused.

Syaoran smiled. “For trusting me enough to tell me about what’s happening in your life.”

“I’ve always trusted you, Syaoran-kun, I just didn’t know if you wanted to hear about my worries.” Sakura smiled shyly and Syaoran.

Syaoran grinned back. “I might not have listened before, but I would have cared.”

Shaking her head, Sakura looked at the clock and was just about to tell Syaoran that she needs to change for dinner when she FINALLY realized what Syaoran had said earlier. “Ano...Syaoran-kun. What do you mean you found out that I was going to the prom with someone from my past? I never...” Sakura cut herself off and stared at Syaoran, her face getting dark quickly.

“Sakura-chan?” Syaoran asked, never having seen Sakura like this before. “Daijoubu desu ka?”

“Nani? HOE!!! Gomen, Syaoran-kun. I was thinking of something else. So how did you find out about my... date?”

Syaoran cocked his head to the side, a gesture he just picked up last year. “Demo, Sakura-chan, you seem to not like the idea of this. Betsuni. I heard it from Meiling-chan. She told me that Yanagisaz-chan told her that someone that you loved in your past was back and the two of you were together again.”

Sakura growled, a very un-Sakura like growl. “Yarou.”

Syaoran nodded hesitantly. “Hai, Sakura-chan. I think that I will go now so that you can get ready for dinner.” Syaoran quickly ran down the stairs.

Sakura shook her head. Placing a mental note in the back of her head to talk to that loudmouth tomorrow, Sakura got ready for supper.

“So kaijuu, what did the gaki want?”

“Sakura is not a kaijuu!” Sakura retorted angrily, sitting across from him. Stomping on his foot, she glared at him threateningly.

“Sakura, Touya, please don’t do this.” Fujitaka said, placing the food on the table.

“Gomen, otou-san,” they both said, glaring at the other.

“Sakura, Touya, you both know that this is my last day in Japan before I move to Canada, ne? I want this to be a peaceful dinner with no fighting, wakaru?”

“Hai,” Sakura said.

“Hai,” Touya said.

“Good,” Fujitaka said.

Fanfiction:CCS:Chocolate or Blueberry:1

2006-02-13T22:10:32Z

Title:Chocolate or Blueberry
Warning:none yet
Rating:PG
Chapter:1/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Someone from Sakura's past comes back to her and messes her relationship with Syaoran-tachi up.

"Hoe!!!" 18-year old Sakura Kinomoto cried, shaking the whole house.

Downstairs, Touya looked up. "It's about damn time," he mumbled before picking up the other end of the line and listening to his sister's conversation.

"What do you mean Syaraon-kun already asked someone to the prom?" his sister was asking.

Tomoyo Daidouji, Sakura's best friend answered. "You heard me well enough. Li-kun asked Meiling-chan to the prom."

"Demo...you said that he was going to ask me to the prom."

"I don't know Sakura-chan, I thought he was."

Touya had heard enough of this talk and hung up. Refusing to give into his desire to throw his hand into the air and shout for joy, he settled for grinning madly instead.

A few minutes later, Sakura came down the stairs looking glum. "I'm going out, Touya. I don't know when I'll be back."

"Kaiiju, matte! Who was on the phone?" he asked innocently.

Sakura's expression went further downhill, if possible. "No one important. It doesn't matter."

"Whatever. Just be sure to be back in time for dinner."

Sakura waved absently while walking out the door.

'I've cried over him too much. I refuse to cry anymore,' Sakura thought, walking to her favourite part of town. Sitting on one of the swings in Penguin Park, she stared into nothingness. Hearing footsteps coming up the sidewalk, Sakura tried to wipe off her sad expression.

"Sakura-chan, daijoubu desu ka?"

Looking up, Sakura almost fell off the swing, he stunned her so much. She was looking into the most darkest eyes she had ever seen. Execpt, they weren't all black, there was SOME blue in them. They almost looked like...

She stopped thinking when she got a look at the person face.

Sakura fought for breath. There's no way that could be...asking about her feelings...Iie, he wouldn't do that.

"Sakura? Did you hear me?"

But he was. He was asking her if she was okay. And he left out '–chan'.

Fanfiction:CCS:Day of Discovery:1

2006-02-13T22:03:31Z

Title:Day of Discovery
Warning:Suggestive words
Rating:PG-13, as of now
Chapter:1/?
Disclaimer:I do not own this anime, or any others
Summary:Tomoyo gives Sakura a book and Sakura wants to show Syaoran it.

Just a random fic that I had uploaded on another site and wanted to put up here.

Sakura Kinomoto cringed inwardly, staring intently at the pictures in her book. Last night, her best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, had given her an 'interesting' book that was supposed to help Sakura with her relationship with her three-month long boyfriend, Syaoran Li. Now, Sakura and Syaoran were happy the way that they were, but, occasionally, she would catch Syaoran with his hands near his crotch with a pained expression on his face. This bemused Sakura. Once before, she had tried to get him to talk about it, but all her beloved had done was turn red and avoid her gaze. After that interesting interlude, Sakura had asked Tomoyo about it, but all she had done was give a thick book to Sakura and said THAT would solve all of her problems.

And it had. Sakura now had a full understanding of what went on between males and females, much to her delight. Although 'The Book' went into some very specific subjects, she had enjoyed it. And now to introduce it to Syaoran...which would NOT be easy.

The two lovebirds had known each other since the gang had been ten years of age. That had been eight years ago...making them eighteen now. And still as dense as before, Sakura has yet to announce to her love that she loves him, and him the same for her. Syaoran had made some advances towards her, but only three months ago, after he had gotten a nice, long verbal abusing from Tomoyo and Sakura's brother, Touya, did he ask Sakura out. Oh, and did she ever LOVE that! She agreed with him wholeheartedly, amusing Syaoran by no small amount. Ever since then the two of then had been inseparable, clearly showing to others that they were in love, though oblivious to the other.

Tomoyo and the others, Naoko Yanagisaz, Rika Sasaki Chiharu Mihara, Takashi Yamazaki, and the infamous Eriol Hiiragizawa, had thought it their 'duty' to get them involved with Sakura and Syaoran's relationship. Together, they had agreed to give the book to Sakura and her naive mind.

And that move did little good for them.

After finishing reading 'The Book', Sakura picked up the phone and called her boyfriend, telling him that she wanted to see him tomorrow and he should pick her up at her house.

Unknown to her though, Touya listened in onto her side of the conversation.

"Syaoran, please, I need to talk to you about something VERY important."

A little pause.

"No, Touya will not-"

An interruption.

"I didn't say anything about that. Touya will know nothing about. You needn't worry."

Faint talking could be heard in the background.

"He he he. Yes, I know, I know, you don't trust Touya. At times, neither do I."

This didn't settle well with Touya.

"Syaoran, you may not trust anyone else, but trust me with this, 'kay?"

A few seconds of silence.

"Thanks Syao-koi. See ya tomorrow."

Sakura hung up the phone just as Touya fully came into the room. "So, where are the two of you going tomorrow?" he asked.

"Touya, I-" Her gaze fell on something on the bed and before Touya could see what it was, she dove for it and stuffed it under the mattress of her bed.

"Ano...Hai? What do you want?" Sakura's voice was a bit unsteady, and she refused to let her jade eyes look straight into her brother's brownish eyes, forget the fact that her face was red.

"Is s-supper ready yet?"

"I DON'T want to know what you were talking about, do I?"

Auburn-coloured hair flew out around her face as she shook her head strongly. "I don't think that you would approve of what we were talking' 'bout, but I suppose you were listening to our conversation?"

"Your side at least. Feh, whatever. Suppers ready in about twelve minutes."

Sakura let out her bent up breath after Touya left the room and closed the door rather loudly. "Almost got caught with that one," she mumbled to herself.

After she looked outside her bedroom door for any signs of Touya, she ran over to her bed, lifted the mattresses and took out the scared book.

After looking at a few pictures and dreaming of a certain someone, she carefully placed it into her knapsack. And then she realized something. ‘Crap. I forgot to ask Syaoran something. Such as, will he have someone over at his house tomorrow? He he he, this is going to be a fun night tomorrow, but I'm scared, what if he doesn't like 'The Book' and thinks that I am a slut like Hitari and Suki in our class? Lets hope that he knows me well enough to know that.’

Her thoughts trailed into nothingness (a/n I realize there is no such word) before she picked up the phone and called her love.

"WHAT?!?!?!" came a voice over the phone, sounding very irritated.

Sakura held back tears. "Syao-koi, its me." Her voice was strained and hurt filled.

A soft gasp and clothes being moved could be heard over the phone. "Sakura, I'm sorry. I was doing something else and I.I don't like it when people interrupt me. I'm sorry."

Sakura choked, but replied, "It's okay, Syaoran. I understand everything.”

“Demo, Sakura-chan, I don’t think you do.” Syaoran chuckled a bit at his poor sense of humor.

Sakura pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it strangely before talking again. “Gomen, Syaoran-kun, I just needed to ask you one more thing before I see you. Will anyone be over at your house when I’m over there?”

Syaoran was slow to answer. “Iie. Demo, why do you want to know. You don’t usually ask questions like that, Sakura-chan.”

Sakura turned red. “No...no reason, I just think that we need to...a...talk...about something and it would be a lot easier if on one was there.”

Sakura imagined Syaoran shrugging. “Hai, I think I understand, Sakura-chan. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Grinning like a fool, Sakura added one more comment in. “Syao-koi, do you have a tent there?”

“Na-nani?” Syaoran choked out.

“Never mind. Ja ne!” Sakura hung up the phone.
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Don't know if this one's gonna get finished...not to into the straight pairings, ya know?

Fanfiction:Original:Aniki:6

2006-02-13T21:17:43Z

Title:Aniki
Warning:Incest/Yaoi
Rating:PG-13, as of now
Chapter:6/6

Kyou read that last sentence many times before it clicked in his mind what he was reading. When it did, he looked up at Shuu to find him biting his lip hesitatingly. Closing the book softly, he laid it on the bed and pushed himself up. Ignoring Shuu’s hasp for now, Kyou walked out the room and into his own. When he returned, Shuu didn’t acknowledge him, only continued to beat on the lifeless second player.

When Kyou turned off the system, he tossed down the controller and stared mutinously at the blank TV. Kyou’s diary was pushed into this face and he blinked rapidly in surprise.

“Read the first page,” Kyou mumbled, a slight blush adorning his cheeks.

Shuu took the book from his brother and read.

'There’s something wrong with me. I can’t get him out of my head. And it’s over something so STUPID, too. We were play fighting about who’d get a date first for the dance. He said he would ‘cause I wasn’t ‘sexy’ enough. So I thought I’d show him how ‘sexy’ I could be. I stared flirting with him and touching him. Eventually, he got fed up and tackled me. We fought for a while before I pinned him to the floor. I don’t know if it was purposeful or not, but our hips were pressed together and I COULD FEEL HIM. I pulled away quickly enough I don’t think he felt me, but it’s stuck in my head. And that’s not the worst part……I want it to happen again, but I want more.'

Shuu put the book down on his lap and looked up into Kyou’s eyes. He grinned suddenly and threw his arms around Kyou’s neck.

The elder was thrown off guard and fell backwards. He laughed to himself and wrapped his arms around his brother tightly.

“Aniki,” Shuu said, pressing his face against Kyou’s neck. “Neither one of us ended up getting a date, did we?”

Kyou laughed again and pulled Shuu further into his lap. “No, I didn’t even go. I left the house, but I went to Rei’s house.”

“I didn’t go either. I was still thinking about that day. Did you know that was the day I started thinking about his? I refused to do anything about it, hell, didn’t write it in my diary ‘till a week later. I was too worried about what you’d think.”

“I know.”

They were silent for while before Shuu spoke up. “Oka-san was pretty pissed, wasn’t she?” he asked.

Kyou leaned his head back against the bed, sighing. “I really think some things wrong with her. Did you notice at some points she was really mad, but others she was only upset? It was like she didn’t know if she hated us or…something else.”

“I see it now. Then I was more interested in…other things. That’s not like her.”

“No.”

Comfortable silence ensued for while before Kyou burst out laughing.

Crossing his arms, Shuu glared. “It was a one time thing. Don’t think you’re going to beat me again.”

Kyou only laughed harder.
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When I wrote this the first time, I stopped it here. I don't know if I want to continue...well, I do, but I don't know if I'm up to writing a sex scene yet, ya know? Meh, thanx for reading, if anyone did...lol. Maybe, if you're here, you'll review so I know someone's here...?

Fanfiction:Original:Aniki:5

2006-02-13T21:13:15Z

Title:Aniki
Warning:Incest/Yaoi
Rating:PG-13, as of now
Chapter:5/6

The sounds from inside the room quieted down and Shuu heard movement. A moment later, he heard the door unlock.

“Arigato, Aniki, but I want you to open the door.” There were no other sounds and Shuu hunched his shoulders sadly and leaned his head against the door, hitting it loud enough to make a small thump.

“Aniki,” he paused as an idea came to his mind. “Ne, Aniki, you still haven't beat me. Those controllers are getting rather cold.”

There was silence, then, “Yourre not going to let me win?”

“Hell no.” He smiled to himself.

Kyou opened the door, not looking into Shuu's eyes. He paused in the doorway to Shuu's room, then followed him in.

They sat in front of Shuu's bed again and turned on the system, loading up the file. After three rounds of Shuu kicking Kyou's butt, the younger leaned carefully against the other's shoulder.

Kyou tensed up immediately and lost another round. As the next loaded up, he relaxed, content to let Shuu rest there. “Shuuko?” he asked quietly.

“Hmm?”

Kyou cleared his throat. “Can…can I-“ he broke off, a blush staining his cheeks

Shuu looked up. “What is it, Aniki?”

Kyou glanced down without turning his head and his blush deepened. “Can I…read……nevermind.” He again focused on the game.

Shuu smiled slightly, his own cheeks turning red. “My diary?” he asked, still looking at Kyou.

When he smiled suddenly, Shuu gasped and looked back at the TV in time to see Kyou’s character knock his out.

“Sugoi…” Kyou whispered, his grin widening.

“Aniki, that was mean. I wasn't even looking.”

“Not my fault,” he said, ruffling Shuu's hair. When he realized what he was doing, his smile faded and he pulled away.

Shuu sighed and moved closer again. “You can't read the whole thing yet, but you can read what Oka-san did, if you want.”

Kyou nodded slowly, his heart beating fast.

Shuu stood up and opened the drawer and took out eh book. He turned to the last page again and handed it over to his brother, his hand shaking slightly.

Kyou reached out and took it, refusing to look at Shuu. Taking a deep breath, he read the last sentence.

'I'm in love with Aniki, and I want him-what the hell is wrong with me?'

Fanfiction:Original:Aniki:4

2006-02-13T21:09:03Z

Title:Aniki
Warning:Incest/Yaoi
Rating:PG-13, as of now
Chapter:4/6

As she read the sentence over and over again, Kyou noticed her eyes growing larger and her nostrils flaring. He knew something was going to happen and vaguely wondered what was on the page. He was almost afraid to guess.

Their mother glanced up at the both and suddenly threw the book at Shuuko. He let out a startled squeak as he ducked to avoid the blow.

“Out! Get your asses out the door, both of you! Get out of my house!”

Shuu sat back up and put the book on the nightstand beside him. He stretched his legs out and leaned against the headboard, watching Kyou. He caught his eye again, and watched, disappointed, as he turned away into the wall.

“Don’t sit there, get out!”

“Oka-san, if we both leave, what’ll you do? Do you really want the rest of the family to know about us? Because we all know they’re going to ask and you can only lie for so long. Besides that, how are you going to pay the bills? You don’t even have a job.” Shuu sighed heavily. “All the money that you get is from us and our jobs.”

Their mom shoved her hands through her hair. “You stay here then. I’ll go live with my Nee-san. It’s not as though I want to hear you fucking each other.” She glared at them one last time before turning into the hall.

Shuu listened to her go into her room and rummage in there. She walked past the room, a suitcase in her hand, but refused to look in at them. Finally, they heard the front door slam shut, the whole house shaking. Shuu looked out the window and watched the car pull out of the driveway.

Beside him, Kyou gave a small sob, pulling his knees up to his chest. Shuu gave him one last look before getting off the bed. He walked downstairs and locked the door. When he turned to go back upstairs, he heard a door close and hurried back up.

The door to Kyou’s room was closed and he was no longer in Shuu’s room. Deciding to give his brother a little time, he packed up the PS2 controllers and shut off the system. Picking up his diary, he put it back away in the drawer.

After half and hour had passed, he walked to his brother’s door and knocked softly. “Aniki,” he called out, hesitatingly trying the doorknob. It didn’t open.

A muffled cry was heard through the door and Shuu’s heard broke. “Aniki,” he said, loud enough to be heard.

The crying died down and Shuu knew his brother was listening to him. “Aniki, open the door, please. We need to talk.”

There was no answer, only another cry.

“Aniki, I’m going to wait out here until you let me in.” He sat on the floor outside the door, his head resting on the frame and started to hum softly to them both.