Episode 13-CPR
Sakura’s Point of View
After I recovered from my slump by the window, I followed Syaoran. I kept tripping over things, my childhood flashing before my eyes every time…guh.
Finally I came to a fallen tree with a trail of blood. “Omigawd, I hope it isn’t a serial killer…” I followed the trail of blood to a pool of water. “Please be Syaoran, please be Syaoran!” I prayed quietly.
Then the light hit the pool and it glistened. It was beautiful, it lit the entire forest up. I delayed my search and went up to the edge. “Wow!”
Of course, being me and everything, I fell in. I splashed around, the cold closing in around me. “Help! Somebody, please!” I gasped as I flailed my limbs around.
I was below the water before I knew it. Did I mention I couldn’t swim very well in freezing cold death traps that suddenly ran up to my face and tried to eat me? No? Well, now you know.
I heard a splash to my left and struggled to see who it was, but I couldn’t because I was underwater, it was dark, and I was getting tired. I can’t keep up this fight for much longer…I thought worriedly.
I felt something clasp onto me-then I realized they were arms! Gah! Serial killer! I thought. I wrenched my head around to look at him. It was Syaoran! He had a steel grip on my waist as he swam with one hand back to the surface. I was glad, for a moment that we were underwater, for then he couldn’t see the tears dripping down my face. Don’t ask why I get so emotional! (That’s the writer’s fault :D)
We finally broke to the surface, and I gasped at the air hungrily, as did Syaoran. When we were finished at out buffet, Syaoran asked, “Are you okay, Sakura?”
I nodded my head, still crying. My hair was dripping, so that must have been what he took it as. He swam lightly over to the shore, and plunked me down on the ground. My lungs felt clogged now that I was on land again.
Syaoran’s arm was still around me, as if he thought I would run away. I started coughing up little bits of water. As soon as I did, his concerned, wet face was in mine. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I hesitated, but nodded. “Well…actually…I feel a little nauseous and cold…”
He frowned, then went pink. “Me too…Umm…w-we’re both all wet… a-and cold…so…” he looked at me sheepishly, but I got what he was trying to say. I nodded, reddening myself.
He took his shirt off, (ooo, muscles…teehee...gah! No!) followed by his pants. (H-h-hey! We were gunna get a fever and die! I didn’t want to do it!) ……..I had to do the same.
We had to absorb each others’ body heat, and it was working. I no longer felt cold, or sick.
We lay there in silence for a while, until he brought up conversation. Bad conversation, but just what I was looking for. “So, that guy…was he your…boyfriend?” he asked, not meeting my eyes.
“No,” I told him sternly. “He just wants to be. Before you lost your memory, the excursion we were on, we were on a quad-blind date, and he was the guy I was with. He’s cool, but just a friend.” I explained, until he could drag his eyes to meet mine. His dark amber eyes held relief as they stared in my own emerald ones. He smiled.
But then, I started hacking up water again. I did it so hard for so long I was starting to get dizzy. Syaoran pumped my chest up and down, but there was still that weird feeling.
He rested me down on the ground, my throat burning. He looked into my eyes again, and gulped. He had me pinned on the ground.
His lips suddenly connected with mine, and I blushed. But, he was blowing air into my lungs, and I felt stupid. He took his away, and I spurted out more water, but it still burned….a little.
“Is it better now?” he asked, red himself.
I coughed up more, but shook my head. “No…”
He did it again, blowing air. The burning feeling went away. I thought of telling him this, but didn’t. Soon enough, the air stopped coming, too. It was just an outright kiss, and I was…enjoying it.
His lips were so soft, and he was really good at kissing. (I was terrible-_-“)
He finally tore away from me, a humourous glint in his eye. “Better now?”
I nodded, casting a weak smile. We stared at each other some more.
Then, I don’t why but…something felt wrong. We hadn’t moved from when he was giving me, er, CPR, but…the air felt heavy.
I squirmed out from underneath him, tears in my eyes. “What’s…?” he trailed off, his brow creasing.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand it myself but…I think…agh, I’m sorry!” I turned and ran into the trees, leaving Syaoran dumbfounded.
I cried as I ran back to the house. I don’t know what happened, but it felt wrong doing that… was it because I was leading him on? I didn’t like him? I did like him? Because he had no memory? Everything was so confusing, and my head spinning crazily. My clothes were back by the water, but whatever. My house was right there.
I climbed back up to the house, the Clow Cards still in my pockets. I locked the window and ran up to my room.
Syaoran’s Point of View
“Women,” I grumbled as I pulled my sun-dried jeans on. “I’ll never understand them. I mean, there we were, kissing, havin’ a great time. Then she says she’s sorry and runs away half-naked? Like, what the hell!?”
Miloh squeaked in agreement.
I wrung out her clothes and started up the hill, Miloh on my shoulder. (Yes, I took him home. He mah buddy)
My hand had stopped bleeding, and the cold water had numbed it, so it didn’t hurt anymore. I slipped a few times on the way up, though, and cut my arm on some twigs poking out of the ground. I grumbled to myself as I tried to wipe it off and wring more water out on it so it didn’t get…as infected. I quickened my pace, starting to think the forest was against me.
When I got to the house, I used Sakura’s Jump card to easily up. But suddenly I was Santa Claus and had to climb through the chimney because a certain little spaz locked the windows.
I cast the clothes to the nearest maid, and she ran off quickly. Another cleaned out my cuts and wrapped them. She walked away, and I thanked her quietly.
I trudged up the stairs to my room, where I plopped onto my bed and began stroking Miloh. He was asleep in no time.
I sighed, remembered the CPR, and sighed again.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand it myself but…I think…agh, I’m sorry!” she turned and ran into the trees, leaving me dumbfounded.
I clenched my fists as I remembered the moment. Does she really hate me that much…? She didn’t understand…?
I looked out my window to see a light snow falling. “About time…” I muttered. “It’s getting close to Christmas…bah, I blame global warming.”
Maybe I should get her something for Christmas? Will she forgive me for hurting her, in a way? Well, maybe…(I was gunna get her something anyway, so…) but she isn’t the materialistic kinda girl…I’ll just apologize, I guess.
I pondered the reasons why she ran, and the reasons I get her to like me again while the snow fell into a white blanket on the pathway, and down into the city.
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