Episode 14- Syaoran's Project
Eriol’s Point of View
Tomoyo sighed as she shut the door behind her. I looked up from my book. “What happened?”
She shook her head sadly. “Sakura said Syaoran hasn’t come out of his room since he ran out behind the forest.”
This time it was I who sighed. “You’d think Sakura would be the one to do this now, not him. But then again, you never know what that boy’s up to…”
She plopped down on the couch beside me and leant against my side, her head resting on my shoulder. I put the book I was reading down and kissed her head. “Are you worried for her? Sakura?”
Tomoyo nodded sadly. “Yes…I mean, she seemed so…depressed. Syaoran must really be growing on her, and now that he doesn’t even remember her…”
I snaked my arm around her. “Yes, but…maybe this is a good thing.”
She looked up at me, confused. “What?”
“Syaoran likes Sakura, right? So…maybe this is a good way to realize her feelings for him, too, if she has any.”
Tomoyo’s eyes brightened. “Hey…you’re right! But…what if he never gets his memory back?”
I looked her right in the eye. “Don’t say that. He will remember us, sooner or later.”
“…Mmm.” She looked away.
I held her chin and swung her head around to face me. “You don’t believe me.”
Tears swam in her eyes and her lower lip trembled.
“It’s okay…” I met her lips with my own, and after a moments’ hesitation, she wrapped her arms around my neck and enjoyed the kiss.
When we parted, I rested my forehead against hers, smiling. “I hope that convinced you.”
She smiled back. “Yes it did, Mister Hiiragazawa, best kisser of them all.” I chuckled.
She leapt on me, and we started again. (Luckily, the armrest of the couch was a good pillow for me ^ ^)
The door opened and closed. Two people stepped in.
“Hey, you guys, I…gah!” Sakura started. Meiling pretended to puke.
“C’mon, we walk in when the maids let us, and you guys are making out on the couch!? Seriously!”
We stopped then, and I sat up, Tomoyo on my lap. I smiled at them invitingly. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, go get the contractors and get a room.” Meiling retorted playfully.
“Has Syaoran come out of his room yet, Sakura?” Tomoyo asked hopefully. Sakura shook her head.
“No, I haven’t heard anything. The maid told me he would only let them in for food, and they would take a pile of his clothes off the floor to launder them. But he never said anything except, ‘come in,’ they said, and he was always fiddling with something he wouldn’t let them see.” Sakura sighed. “I’m getting…worried.”
“Sakura…” I began.
“I mean, what is he doing?! How long will he be in there for!? What if he never comes out?! Why is he doing this!?” she wailed, agitated.
I got up, Tomoyo slipping lightly off of my lap. I gave Sakura a hug, saying, “Whatever he’s doing, I’ll bet he’s doing it for you.”
“…Really?”
I let go of her and smiled. “I think so.”
She sighed again, but smiled at me, in a bittersweet way. It was weird; we didn’t want to see her sad, but if she is sad…maybe she has feelings for Syaoran.
“Well, I should be going and, uh…let you two get back to your…bye.” Sakura said hurriedly.
“What? But I wanna stay!” Meiling pouted.
Sakura grabbed her wrist and dragged her out the door. It was a moment before we could no longer hear Meiling shouting, ‘noooooooo!’
I looked at Tomoyo, and we both laughed. I stood. “I’ll go make dinner.”
She stood, too. “Candlelit vanilla scented dinner-hot-tub-bath?” she winked at me, flashing her beautiful smile.
I chuckled. “Sounds good.”
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Syaoran’s Point of View
I wiped a drop of sweat off of my forehead and leant back, sighing. If you’re wondering what I was doing, I was…doing something. Hahaha.
Okay, seriously. I was…making something for Sakura to make up for whatever it was I did wrong. It was a Christmas present that I was working unbelievably hard on.
Before I'd started working, I'd looked through some of my photo albums. There were a lot of cute girls in there, some of them I was kissing. There was a blonde, a brunette, and a green…everything. But the pictures of Sakura, the ones from the school, the festivals, anything… she was the by far the best. Her emerald gaze and lively hair…it was hard to tear my eyes away.
And from what I'd seen of myself in the pictures, I liked Sakura the best. I almost looked uncomfortable with the other chicks. (Especially the green…-shudder-) In the ones with Sakura, I was happy. Except, in the first couple of pictures, I looked horrified…I guess I didn’t like her very much in the beginning. ^^”
And thus I started my little project. I'm not going to tell you what it is right now, you’ll find out on Christmas. *
Knock… knock…
“Come in.” I replied to the knocking door bluntly.
The door creaked open and a black-haired maid stepped in, put a plate of food by me and gathered together my dirty clothes (hey, I'm all about personal hygiene) and walked out swiftly. Another dropped some clean clothes in my drawer.
A few minutes later, I felt a presence at the door. It was strange-did the maid think I was fat or something? Another weird point-they waited about five minutes before knocking.
“Ummm…yes?” I answered, one eyebrow raised.
A squeak came from the door. “Er…can I come in?” was what followed.
I gasped. “Sakura?”
BAM! “Ow! I-I mean, yes…” she replied. I waited a while before answering, but decided she could come in.
“Um…what was that?” I asked, shoving my trinket under the bed.
She opened the door hesitantly, as if she was scared to see me. That made me a little sad, but I didn’t show it. I cleared it out of my head. “So…what was that noise?”
She blushed. “Umm…I forgot where I was and slammed my head on the door by accident.”
I chuckled. She looked at me sideways, but I had a feeling she didn’t want me to know. Her gaze was so… loving. I felt myself go red, so I coughed to cover it up.
“Erm…are you okay?” she asked, patting my back as I coughed.
“Oh, uh, yeah, just something in my throat, I guess.” I replied, continuing the fake coughing.
When I stopped (my face’s redness meter was going down) she stood. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to whatever it is you’re doing.” With that, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.
I sighed and grabbed my little project from under the bed. I started working on it again, and had to slam so hard on it that a book fell on my head.
“Argh, ow!” I said, rubbing my head. “What…?” I picked it up and read the title: DIARY.
I gasped lightly and opened it. It was pretty damn thick and started a few years ago. I got to the page where I was graduating:
Well, I’ve finally graduated from Hogosha. Man, I still think that’s a funny name. Anyway, I hate my life. Maybe I’ll go emo. Why? Because I'm stuck with that damn Sakura. Sure, I never really gave a thought about her before now. But she took my seat and I wanted it back. The rat didn’t give it! I won, though, because her defiance was for nothing. The bell rang and she had to go back to her seat anyway. But now, she’s my comrade. My ruling group is okay, Eriol, Tomoyo and Meiling, but her…geh.
I chuckled. I really didn’t like her, and I guess she felt the same at the beginning.
The next day was funny.
Okay, so I had a question. I walk into her room and she’s wearing an almost-see-through nightgown. So what does she do? THROW A FREAKIN’ LAMP AT MY HEAD. Why, oh why am I punished with this twit?
Still chuckling, I flipped through some more pages, getting glimpses.
-and now we’re official Guardians of Tomoeda!
So, we declared ourselves friends now.
I don’t know what I feel for her…
I started to slow down, my brow creasing.
Today at the hotspot, everyone else went to the mountain but Sakura stayed with me. We went walking and she almost slipped and died. So, I saved her. But we hung there like we were in a tango for a while, staring at each other. Then Eriol sneaks up on us and I ended up kissing her forehead! I must admit, I enjoyed it a little…heheheh…
My eyes widened to the next day-the one where I lost my memory.
Meiling forced us on a quad-half-blind date. Sakura is going with some dude the Young Lord knows...hmph. What’s he gunna have that I don’t? HA! Nothing!
…Man, I must admit…
I gasped at the next line and whipped the book across the room. My head was searing with pain, and I fell over while trying to comfort it.
“Agghhhhh!!!” I moaned (or…kind of…shouted…) at the strange pain.
After a few minutes it was gone, but I was left with a face full of cold sweat. I panted as I tried to think about what it was.
Maybe this is the same thing as what happened in second grade when I was playing soccer with Eriol and got a massive headache? I thought. I gasped suddenly, and slapped my hand over my mouth.
I think I was starting to remember a little bit. I could remember school, but after that the images were shady.
But I was sure of two things: and one came after finishing my little gift.
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