Best Friends - Chapter Fifteen

And now my final chapter of this story; Enjoy.

The Ending Part

“Well well well. Ain’t this a happy reunion.” A steaming Kiaki told them drily.

Oh shit. Sakura and Syaoran thought simultaneously.

“Yes, the happiest.” Syaoran suddenly said.

“What?!” Kiaki screeched. “What are you talking about? You’re here with me. People would kill to even talk to me!”

“Screw off and die, JET.” Sakura told her.

“What are you talking about?” Kiaki and Syaoran asked her at the same time.

“See, Syaoran? We think the same things and eh… stuff. We belong together.” She smiled sweetly, stepping forward with her arm outstretched, about to hug him.

“No, actually. You DON”T.” Sakura pulled him closer around her like a security blanket. Then she stepped out of the hug. “And you’re not fooling anyone. Jet-”

“My name is Kiaki!” She screamed determinedly.

“That hair style? The colored contacts? SO transparent. And ugly.” Sakura ripped the curly brown wig off and threw it in her face. With one quick swipe, a blue piece of plastic was balanced on her finger, leaving an angry blackhead with one envy green eye and one baby blue.

The discovered heiress practically exploded. She threw a punch at the smugly smiling Sakura, who wasn’t expecting to be attacked and caught the perfectly manicured fist in her eye. Outraged, Sakura launched herself at her. A hundred and ten pounds of enraged teenager landed square on Jet’s chest. They rolled around a few feet, littering the ground with sparkles and roses from their corsages. Jet disentangled herself, jumped up and kicked Sakura in the ribs. Sakura involuntarily inhaled sharply but sprung up and jump kicked the girl in the face. (I should probably remind you that Sakura was wearing stiletto heels. Ouch.) Jet stumbled back, bleeding at the mouth. Insanity blazed in her eyes. She tackled Sakura around the middle and winded her for a moment, a moment in which she took the opportunity to scratch up her face and rip out some hair. Getting her breath back wasn’t easy, especially since Jet was sitting on her chest, but Sakura determinedly clung to consciousness. Annoyed, Sakura lifted her leg, kicking Jet square in the middle of her back. Sakura got up, shaking the kinks out of her spine. “Oh you asked for it, Rich Bitch.” Sakura gave her a right hook and followed it up with an uppercut to the chin. Jet kicked her in the stomach, which not only hurt, it also pissed her off even more. Sakura kneed Jet in the stomach. “How you like me now?!” While Jet was bent over in pain, Sakura gave her one final shove and Jet tripped over something (a blade of grass, actually, apparently money can’t buy gracefulness) and rolled down the hill their school had been founded on and lay sprawled in the middle of the deserted road.

After a minute she got up, just screaming at the indignity of it all. “I will get you back, Kinomoto bitch! No one does this to Tsai Je-“ She was mercifully cut off by the truck that ran her over. (There you go, VcChick, I put it in, FINALLY)

Sakura jumped in surprise. “Holy SHIT!! Call 911!!” She yelled.

The ambulance came, not three minutes later, right after Tomoyo and some blue-haired guy materialized out of the bushes. “That was awesome!” The stranger said.

“I told you she was.” Tomoyo told him, and he kissed her on the cheek.

“Tomoyo-san… eh, how did you get here? Who are you?” She asked the strange man.

“Eh? Oh, my bad. I,” He struck a movie-star pose. “am Eriol the GREAT. Fear me! Bwahahahaha.”

“Shut up Eri-kun.” Tomoyo told him.

“Eriol…? Nice to meet you. That still doesn’t answer my, though. Who are you?” Sakura asked as politely as possible.

“He’s my boyfriend.” Tomoyo answered at Eriol’s shocked expression at someone actually NOT knowing who he was, the cocky bastard.

“OH. Sorry. Hi.”

“Ma’am? A few words if you please.” Sakura turned and noticed a man was talking to her. Behind him was the ambulance that she had called…

“Oh gosh, yes. I’m so sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to..” He forestalled her blubbering with a raised hand.

“It’s fine, she’s okay. Well, she’s going to be okay. Her vitals are fine, but she’s got a broken arm, a couple fingers and toes, ribs, leg, foot, nose… I could go on.” He offered.

“No, it’s fine. We’ll go see her in the hospital tomorrow.” She smiled and the ambulance guy left. Sakura turned to Syaoran. “She’ll be fine. She’s just broken a couple bones.”

“Now that the drama’s all blown over, I want to ask you something.” He pulled her close and held her. She felt so loved she almost forgot what he just said. As a matter of fact, being this close to Syaoran, she almost forgot her own name. “Sakura I love you. I know I always will. I… would you…” He got down on one knee and Sakura was sure her heart stopped beating. “Would you marry me?” but Sakura was silent. “Like, not right now, but eventually, in the future?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, I- yes. OF COURSE!” She screamed and tackled him. Surprised, by both her answer and her action, he lost balance and fell over. She smothered him with kisses for a minute and pulled back. She just realized that Syaoran had never forgot about her, that he totally anticipated her being there. That ring was all the proof she needed. “I love you.” She whispered. And went back to kissing him. He didn’t even need to say that he loved her because, as always, she could see it in his eyes. Their little make-out session was interrupted by a loud and predicted squeal of “KaWaII!!!” Behind them.

Tomoyo was feeling especially happy today. She had captured Sakura and Syaoran’s (long-awaited) confession, Sakura kicking Jet’s ass and their proposal. ALL IN ONE NIGHT!! Someone up there must like her. She hugged her boyfriend tightly and kissed him. This was indeed a good day.

(In case you were wondering what Tomoyo and Eriol were doing in the forest in the first place… remember those couples who were ‘having a little more fun than the school intended’? Yeah, that was them.)

Six months later

“Do you, Kinomoto Sakura, take this man as your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold etcetera, etcetera.” An impish blue-haired minister said.

“I do.” Sakura said, ignoring the minister’s lack of formality.

“And do you, Li Xiao Lang, this FINE chicky-“

“Hey! What about me?!” Tomoyo yelled from the audience.

“You’re supa fine, my love.” He cleared his throat. “To be your lawful wedded wife yadda yadda yadda, you know the drill. ‘Til death do you part?”

“I do.” Syaoran said after elbowing the impolite minister in the stomach. Hard.

“Ow. I Now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The couple was kissing before the strained words were completely out of his mouth.

They walked down the aisle together, being drowned in the congratulatory wishes and such. After half an hour they left to go straight to their honeymoon. With a final goodbye and several punches to Eriol for his lack of respect during their special day, they were off to Hawaii.

Nadeshiiko, Jadeshiike (now fully healed) and Miashiiko. Nadeshiiko sighed happily in the arms of her fiancée, Fujitaka. It was kind of embarrassing to have your daughter be married before you if you thought about it, but all Nades could think of was how proud she was of her daughter for making the right choice in life. She would never forget the happy look on Sakura’s face when she announced she and Syaoran had made up… and were getting married.

Jadeshiike also refused to go stag to her (sort-of-kind-of-not-really-half) daughter’s wedding. Guess who she went with? Shobu Marimoshi. Sound familiar? Maybe I should say… Dr. Shobu. They looked pretty suave in matching grey-black attire. Jadeshiike had her dark hair down in straight layers and Marimoshi had his short black hair gelled back, his eyes matching his blazer. They were a pretty happy couple, okay, VERY happy couple. She sighed contently as she leaned into her boyfriend’s chest with his arms securely around her waist.

“Jade? Can I have a moment?” A barely remembered voice came from behind her.

Jon looked horrible. His once well-kept hair was frizzy and messy (and not sexy-messy like Syaoran’s hair is, Jon’s hair is like… hobo-messy) and all over the place. He had the most unnerving bloodshot eyes and funky smell about him. His gray-ish suit was in tatters, there were holes in it everywhere (and I’m pretty sure the suit wasn’t gray when he bought it).

“No way, you’ve had you’re moment.” She looked around for a minute. “Where’s your little tart?”

“You mean Chia?” He clarified.

“No, she doesn’t deserve a name. You will refer to her as a little tart. You got that?” She barked at him.

“Eh? Okay. Yes, dear.” He replied wearily.

“I ain’t your ‘dear’, buddy. Call me, Jade-san.” She told him, relishing the power she had over him.

“Then, ah, what’s the point of ordering me around?”

“It makes me feel good.” She and all her sisters laughed at his pathetic state until he was out of sight, and even after that.

And if you’re wondering what happened to Jet, well. After all her bones healed, she looked awful. But she figured, Hey that’s nothing a little plastic surgery can’t fix. She didn’t anticipate the operation going terribly wrong. After her face healed up she looked like a disfigured Michael Jackson (a/n Gomen to any of his fans). This drove her crazy so now she lives in a nice padded cell with a cashemere stragithjacket.

So all in all, I’d say it was a happy ever after for everyone.

The End