Episode 4
Sakura’s Point of View
Syaoran pinned me to the wall. I wrapped my arms around his back. We looked into each other’s eyes passionately. “Syaoran,” I whispered. He smiled back at me. His hand crept to the back of my head, and his soft lips met mine.
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Cold sweat beaded my forehead. I threw the covers off, shuddering as I remembered the terrible dream. Or nightmare. I shuddered again, trying to erase the disturbing picture. I rolled my legs down to the floor and sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes. That has to be the most sickening dream in the history of sickening dreams…
I stood, still wondering what had brought it on. As I walked to the bathroom for a shower, I thought of what dreams mean. They say you relive your day/life in your dreams. Not that. They say it’s what you want to do, but you can’t in real life. Ugh. Or predicting the future! “EEEWWWWW!!” I screamed. Syaoran turned around.
“What the hell! I’m trying to brush my teeth! Argh! KNOCK FIRST!! What if I was taking a shower!? And it’s not ‘eeww’ when you see someone brushing their teeth! Gawd,” he turned back to face the mirror again. I remembered the dream. I snorted and walked away. I’d have to wait for the bathroom.
Flopping onto my bed, I realized that dreams are just dreams. They don’t have to mean anything. I sighed with relief. I glanced at my calendar, thinking that today was something important. Oh!! It was Tomoeda’s festival today! “Eeee!” I bounced happily on my bed, glad to finally be doing something with my life.
I went downstairs to ask Kaoru about it, but instead she greeted me. “Good morning, Lady Sakura! Your dress for the festival came!” She unfolded the red silk. “All of the Lady Guardians this one’s had have worn this exact dress to the festival, and I must say, you’ll look absolutely gorgeous! Syaoran will be stunned, and him to you!” Her old speak was a little confusing. “You will all be welcomed with grace and passion, and the great Guardian of the Sky will be pleased with you. What awaits you at the festival, though, will surely surprise you…” she snickered. She kept rambling on, and I heard Syaoran come out of the bathroom. I held up a hand to stop Kaoru’s babbling, and she bowed me up the stairs.
As I got in the shower, I began to wonder about the ‘surprise’ the head maid had spoken about. I shook my head to get it out of my brain (but mostly to shake the water out of my hair :P) and ran back across to my room, wrapped in my towel.
Kaoru was in there already with her dressing crew. They held out the dress to me, smiling. I looked closely at it. It was clearly made for super models! No way would I fit in it properly!
Obviously taking no notice to my complete lack of curves, the maids began dressing me in the beautiful dress that I didn’t deserve. I looked at the time. 11 already!
Suddenly, I was jerked in front of the mirror. I stared at myself in disbelief, twirling a strand of hair on my finger. Maybe I do look kind of pretty…
“Oh my, you look even cuter in it than I would have thought!” One of the maids behind me gasped. Still gaping at myself, I saw in the mirror that Syaoran had walked by. He back-tracked his steps, looking back at me, his mouth dropping. As he blinked in surprise, I blushed a little. The maids behind me snickered, obviously making a bigger deal of it than necessary.
Syaoran gathered himself again. “Hey, fatty, that looks good on you,” he chuckled, scanning me once more. “But that dress looks so good it would make that goat we slayed earlier look sexy.” He added quickly, clearly not wanting his comment to sound like he was interested. He pointed to his room. “You’ll get to see how much better I look in a few minutes.”
What a cocky little…I thought. I’m not fat! I pursed my lips, turning to the maids. “When does the festival start?”
“Half an hour; we have to get you ready for it!” Kaoru said happily. She grabbed her loose black hair and tied it into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed it before, but she was really pretty. Her long, loose hair always covered her slim, elegant features. Don’t judge a book by its cover! I thought, knowing Kaoru could probably get crazy at times.
Though I didn’t usually wear it, I let Kaoru and her best friend Mayura (who, clearly, was also a maid) do my make-up, and add some jewelry. Wow! I thought as I looked in the mirror once again. They really made me up good- this must be some festival! The servants of the house jumping and bouncing happily added to my theory.
Finally, it was time to get going. I waited impatiently for Syaoran, who sure was taking his time. After 10 minutes of waiting, at last he trudged down the stairs. “About time!” I said.
“D-does it look good?” he asked, catching me off guard slightly. There was the slightest blush on his face. I studied him. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black undershirt, reversing the usual combination. His hair was combed forward, but there was no gel or anything in it. I ended up a little red myself.
“Yes.” Was all I managed. As the servants waved us off, we walked awkwardly out the door. The others were already waiting for us.
“Took you long enough!” Meiling exclaimed. We all had the same dresses on (and tuxedoes) but they all complimented us differently, but I don’t feel like explaining. You can imagine it yourself. :P
When we got there, I was surprised at how many people there were. Citizens flooded the dressed up streets, laughing and having a great time. I noticed they kind of stared at us in awe when we walked by. There were games, food stands and everything!
“There’s going to be a ball later,” Eriol explained. “And, whether you like it or not, the comrades dance together, and the warrior dances with Tomoeda’s prince.”
Meiling puffed up with anger. “What?! But I wanted to dance with Syaoran….” She added with a whimper, glaring at me. Here we go again…
Eriol put on a stupid english voice. “But, he’s quite dashing, if I do say so myself.” We all laughed.
We walked a little further together, and I got kind of chilly. I ended up buying a long coat, thought it covered my Guardian dress. Oh well.
Suddenly, Meiling jerked away, screaming, “COTTON CANDY!! TAKOYAKI!!”
“M-Meiling!! Come back!” I pleaded. Then I noticed that Eriol and Tomoyo were gone, too. It was just me and Syaoran. Oh to joy, I thought bitterly. What a great festival.
We went forward for a while, glaring at each other. Then someone bumped into me, and I fell onto him. “Agh! Get off of me, you fool!” he pushed me away.
“Ew! You think I meant to do that?! EW!” I yelled back at him. We growled to each other. “You know what? I can’t stand another minute with you! I’m going to find the others!” I stomped off in the opposite direction.
“Good!” I heard him shout to my back.
My feet started getting sore, I’d been walking so long. I slumped down against a wall, sighing. I’ll find them soon. I closed my eyes.
“Hey there, little girlie.” A gruff voice tore my eyes open. A weird looking man with a 5 o’clock shadow lingered over me, with two other guys lurking in the shadows behind him. Oh no! they don’t know I’m a Guardian because of my coat…! And even if I took it off, it’s too dark to see!
He pushed my down further, holding my arms down. He pressed his face against mine, pulling the coat down so my shoulders were exposed.
Suddenly, the dream I’d had earlier flashed through my mind. It made me mad, but I thought of Syaoran, and prayed that he’d find me.
Before I knew it, I was crying, because I knew he’d never come looking for me. I’m doomed!
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