I'm In Love with a Plumber
Rule Number Twenty:
There IS no such thing as 'happily ever after',
There's only you and me... 'til death.
oOo
Okay. So the day didn't start out so great for Sakura, but things were definitely shaping up.
I think...
It took her awhile but she managed to get the tape from Tomoyo, and Syaoran immediately threw it into the fireplace. The other girl had started crying until she conned Sakura into promising to tell her the details of the 'events' from the night before. In exchange, the couple made the girl promised not to tell another soul—especially her boyfriend—what took place that morning.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Sakura decided to ask.
"I dropped by your house, but Nakuru said you didn't come home last night from your date," Tomoyo smiled and briefly looked at Syaoran, "and I just knew what that meant. The landlord told me you two lived on this floor, but I didn't think you two were awake so I went into Sakura's apartment instead to look at the construction and everything. Then I saw the workers gathering in your bathroom and decided to check it out. That's when I saw—"
"Yes, we know what you saw." Syaoran interrupted her immediately. "No need to say the obvious, Tomoyo."
"Must hand it to you two," she smiled sweetly. "That was quite a show."
Sakura groaned. "Can we just erase this and forget that it ever happened?"
Syaoran nodded in agreement. Tomoyo continued to smile. "I promise my lips are sealed... if I get the behind-the-bedroom-door details."
"Eriol corrupted you, didn't he?" Sakura held a fist in the air. "I knew he's bad influence!"
The girl giggled. "We'll continue this conversation later, Sakura. I don't want Syaoran-kun to die of embarrassment."
Syaoran looked away to hide his blush.
"Oh, is there a reason for your unexpected house visit?" Sakura asked.
"Yeah." Tomoyo reached into her purse and slid two white envelopes across the table. "Eriol and I would like you two to be our best man and maid of honor."
"Holy fuc—" Syaoran yowled when he was suddenly knocked onto the ground as Sakura rushed to hug her best friend. The girls jumped up and down, screaming and yelling with excitement. Syaoran sighed.
"Tomoyo, this is so exciting!" Sakura exclaimed. "You're getting married to—ERIOL!!!"
And the information finally sunk into her head. OH. MY. GOD! Tomoyo is marrying that...that...that MAN!
"Eh...? Is something wrong Sakura?" Tomoyo asked when she noticed the sudden change in the girl's behavior. "Are you not...happy about the marriage?"
"No, no! That's not it. I'm really happy for you, Tomoyo."
As much as Sakura hated to admit it, Tomoyo marrying Eriol wasn't as bad as it seemed. Sakura could tell that the two were passionately in love with each other. Despite how much she loathed Eriol, she knew that he would be good to her best friend.
Eww! Sakura suddenly realized something. Eriol was going to be her cousin-in-law. Man. That sucked—being related to him.
"The wedding is in three months," said Tomoyo. "Sakura, you and Nakuru will have to help me with everything!"
"How did he propose?!"
"I came home from work and there was a candlelight dinner on the balcony." Sakura was taking in deep breaths and letting it out with an 'aww' as she listened to the story. "I asked him what the occasion was for, and he just popped it out. He recited this really sweet poem."
"Let me guess, it went something like—letters start with ABC, numbers start with 123, music starts with Do Re Mi, but love starts with you and me?" Syaoran and Sakura exchanged silent glances at each other and smiled.
Tomoyo nodded. "How did you know?"
"Ahh, you'd be surprised... continue with your story," he said with a smile.
"So, then he just popped the question. I cried and said yes."
"I want to see the ring!" Sakura exclaimed excitedly. She squealed loudly when she saw the ring.
Syaoran rubbed his temples slowly. "Why did God give women so much extra energy?" Was it possible to get a hangover from too much sex... or maybe it was just the screaming? Either way... dang. His head hurt.
"Aw, Syaoran, wipe that sour look off your face!" Tomoyo suddenly threw a happy arm around his shoulder. "When you and Sakura get married, you'll be just as happy...if not more!"
Sakura blushed slightly at the comment of her, Syaoran, and marriage together in one sentence. She wouldn't mind it. Not that she was saying she would want to marry him—but she wasn't saying she didn't either. She just meant that IF they did get married in the future, then she would really...really—Okay, enough.
"I just want to say that I have dibs on matron of honor," said the other girl. "AND I want to be the godmother of your children."
"We're not even there yet!" Sakura exclaimed.
Syaoran grinned slightly and took her hand into his. "Do you want to get there though?"
She blushed again.
"SO CUTE!" Tomoyo squealed with delight.
"Oh, God, that's all I can take," said Syaoran. He put his hands on the girl's back and kindly showed her to the door before pushing her out and slamming the door to her face. "As much as I love her cooking, damn that was getting on my nerves."
Sakura giggled and draped her arms around his neck. "Well, well... best man."
"Hm?"
"Are you ready?"
"To meet your family as your boyfriend?" She nodded at his question. "Can we drop by my lawyer first so I can make out my will?"
Sakura laughed. "It won't be that bad."
"If something bad happens, you're going to make it up to me later."
For some strange reason, all those words spelled out 'SEX' to Sakura... and she wasn't talking about scrabble.
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"Touya, what the hell is this?!" Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs when her brother shoved a clipboard and pen to Syaoran's face.
"Since you brought him home to meet his respected elders," the man answered, "he has to fill that form out."
Sakura and Syaoran sweatdropped.
"Sakura... help?" Syaoran turned to his girlfriend to throw him a lifeline.
"Otou-san!" Sakura turned to her father.
Fujitaka smiled sweetly. "Touya, maybe you can—“ he shivered under Touya's glare, “—would you like a quiet place to fill out the form, Li-kun?"
"Otou-san!" Sakura couldn't believe that her father had easily caved into Touya's ridiculous idea. She had no other option but to turn to someone who was more powerful that her brother. "Onee-chaaaaan!"
"This might be entertaining," the woman said. "Besides... it's just a form."
Sakura groaned. Maybe she should have skipped the whole 'meet-the-family' crap.
Dang...
Why did God make her brother so protective?
"What's the form about anyway?" Sakura said with curiosity as she looked at the form with Syaoran.
APPLICATION TO DATE MY SISTER
(REVOCABLE AT ANY TIME)
NOTE - This application will be Incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, school history, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor. If you're under 18 then please have your parent(s) or guardian with you.
1. FULL NAME: ———————————— DATE OF BIRTH: ———————
2. FATHER'S NAME: —————— MOTHER'S NAME: ———————
3. HOW MANY SIBLINGS? ———
4. WHAT'S YOUR PROFESSION? ———————— SALARY? —————
5. HEIGHT:——— WEIGHT: ——— IQ: ——— GPA: ———
6. SOCIAL SECURITY No: ————————— DRIVERS LICENSE No: ————————
7. BOY SCOUT RANK:————————————————
8. HOME ADDRESS: ———————————————————— PHONE: ————————
9. Do you have one MALE and one FEMALE parent? Yes —— No —— If NO, explain:
10. Number of years parents married: ——— If less than your age, explain:
11. DO YOU OWN A VAN? —— A TRUCK WITH OVERSIZED TIRES OR CAMPER SHELL? —— WATERBED? —— MOTORCYCLE? —— TATOO? —— COLOR ALTERED HAIR? —— A CONDOM? —— PORNOGRAPHY? —— EARRING, NOSE RING, BELLY RING? —— SMOKE? —— (IF YES TO ANY PART OF #11, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY.)
12. In 50 words or less, what does "Late" mean to you?
13. In 50 words or less, what does "DO NOT TOUCH MY SISTER" mean to you?
14. In 50 words or less, what does "ABSTINENCE" mean to you?
15. What church do you attend? ——————————— How often do you attend? ——/ week
16. When would be the best time to interview your:
FATHER? ————— MOTHER? ————— PRIEST? ————— PAROLE OFFICER? —————
17. Fill in the blanks: Please answer freely - all answers are confidential (That means I won't tell anyone - I promise):
A. If I were shot, the last place on my body I would want to be wounded is in the ——————
B. If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my ——————
C. A women's place is in the ——————
D. The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is ——————
E. I like —————— girls. (Use an adjective, moron.)
F. I like to go —————— in the fall. I go —————— in the summer. I like to ride my —————— in the winter.
G. When I first meet a girl, the first thing I notice is —————————— (NOTE: If the answer to "G" begins with a B, T, or A, discontinue and leave the premises immediately with your head hung low.)
18. Do you plan to marry my sister? —— (Yes or No; Maybe is not acceptable.)
If YES, thoroughly state your plans —————————————————————————
—————————————————————————————————————————. If NO, leave now.
19. Condoms come in packages of (check one): — 3 — 6 — 9 — 12 — All of the above.
How do you know? ———————————————————
20. If you are to "magically" die in your sleep one beautiful evening, what would you like me to tell my sister?
I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, AND RED HOT POKERS.
——————————— Signature (That means sign your name, moron.)
Thank you for your interest. Please allow four to six years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (this action will void this application). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentleman wearing black shirts and white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).
Have a nice day.
- Kinomoto Touya.
Blink. Blink.
Sakura couldn't believe it. "Oh. My. GOD!" was all she could say.
"You can fill the form out in your car," Touya said. "At any moment if you feel like giving up, just drive away and we will understand. Ring the doorbell when you're done."
Syaoran wiped the sweats from his forehead. Dear, God, someone help the poor guy. Before he could say anything though, the older—also taller and stronger—man had wrung him by the neck and threw him out the door with a BANG!
Sakura sadly waved to him from the window before walking back into the living room and stomping on her brother's foot. "How long did it take you to write that?"
He shrugged. "I wrote it when you entered junior high—made a lot of copies and handed them out to every guy that looked your way."
Sakura twitched. "So you're the reason why I've been single until now?!"
"The form works like a charm."
"OHH!" Sakura stomped on his foot again.
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Sakura didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but her brother was twitching while he looked over Syaoran's answers. Syaoran refused to let her see what his answers were so she didn't know what was going on when Touya growled dangerously and glared daggers at Syaoran's heart. It was...scary.
"Stupid gaki." Touya mumbled under his breath.
"Did I pass?" asked Syaoran.
"Wait five or six years and I'll let you know."
Syaoran twitched.
Okay, what was it with the twitching? Everyone was twitching! Touya was twitching, Syaoran was twitching, even Sakura was twitching! No wait... that was an itch. Nevermind.
"Onii-chan!" Sakura pouted.
Touya snorted. "Fine. Three months," he said. "In the next three months, I will have my eyes and ears on the two of you very closely. So watch yourself, gaki. After three months, you can do whatever you want."
Sakura threw her arms around her brother and planted wet kisses onto his cheek. "I love you, 'nii-chan!"
"Yeah. Yeah." He snorted again, trying to hide the smile on his face.
"Thank you." Syaoran said and extended his hand out politely.
Touya growled and reluctantly shook his hands after Nakuru punched him in the arm. "Just remember that I'm watching you."
Syaoran smiled nervously, trying hard not to scream 'Fuck!' at the pressure the other man was putting into the handshake. That was no handshake. It was like a death grasp. "Oh, I'll remember..."
"Wait a minute..." Touya took a step toward Syaoran and started sniffing him carefully. Syaoran consciously took a step back. "It was you!!!" the older man hollered with a 'ready-to-kill' expression written on his face. "YOU TOUCHED MY MERCEDES!"
And all hell broke loose.
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Three months later...
"Honey, have you seen my box with the red bow on it?" Syaoran asked, running about the room and digging through drawers.
"What box?" Sakura was too busy putting on her make-up to pay attention to her frantic boyfriend.
They had only been dating for about three months, and they seemed like a married couple already. He was running about, trying to find the item he'd lost, and she was trying to ignore to his idiocy. Sakura had been living with Syaoran for nearly two months already. She moved in with him after Nakuru decided to take the apartment for herself.
"I swear I put it inside one of these drawers!" Syaoran growled.
"I'm telling you I didn't see any box."
"Are you sure you didn't go through the drawers and accidentally throw it away?"
"Why would I?"
"I don't know!" He yelled in frustration. "I'm s-sorry... I'm just stressed out with Eriol's wedding and all."
Sakura rubbed his arm gently. "Is it important?" she asked.
He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "I was supposed to keep it for Koji," he said. "He asked me to keep a gift for him."
"What for?"
"He wants to surprise Michiru or something... God, can't believe I lost it!"
"When was the last time you saw it?" Sakura started to look in the places she thought he'd probably missed. "Are you sure you put it in the drawers and not the closet or under the pillows?"
Syaoran scoffed. "Why would I put it under our pillows? Clearly, the last time I saw the darn box was when I—"
"When you were...?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Just remember that I gave it back to him already."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Well, we have to get to the restaurant soon. We don't want to be late again like this morning, now do we?"
He chuckled nervously and said, "It wasn't that bad."
"Yeah, Syaoran, it wasn't that bad." Sakura snorted. "The best man and maid of honor arrived at their best friends' wedding an hour and a half late, because the best man forgot which church the ceremony was held at, and they both ended up crashing someone else's wedding. Tell me, sweetums, what can be worse than that?"
"At least we made it to the ceremony."
"I don't get how you could've forgotten which church it was."
He scoffed. "Not like you remembered."
"Well, the important thing is we're not going to embarrass ourselves tonight." She draped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. "We will stay low for the night until everyone forgets about this morning."
He grinned. "How low?"
She smacked him playfully. "Is sex all you ever think about?"
"No, I also think about you every second of my life." He brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. "You look beautiful tonight."
"And you're the handsomest best man on this planet."
Syaoran smirked. "I'll make a pretty smoking groom, too."
Sakura laughed. "Well, Eriol should be one with the spotlight—after all, he's the groom today."
"What time do we have to be at the restaurant?"
"Seven."
"What time is it now?"
"Twenty 'til seven."
"How long does it take to get there?"
Sakura sighed. "Ten minutes without traffic, but it's a Sunday evening so probably fifteen minutes."
"Good. I'll just need five."
"Five? For wha—NOW?!"
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"Hallelujah!!! I'm surprised you managed to remember the correct restaurant." Eriol drawled sarcastically when the best man and maid of honor arrived at the entrance.
Sakura rolled her eyes and Syaoran snorted. "Shut up."
"At least you're not late," said the black head. "I'd have to make Koji or Taguchi my best man if you're late again."
The men exchanged conversations that only interested them while the women embraced and commented on each other's appearance. "Tomoyo, you look so beautiful!" Sakura exclaimed in awe. "You're the most beautiful woman today!"
The other girl giggled. "We'll just wait until your wedding, Sakura."
The men finished whatever conversation they were having on the side and Eriol said, "We only have to wait for a few more people and the reception can start. Sakura will start us off with her speech, and Syaoran will give his toast before we cut the cake."
"I thought Syaoran was giving his toast at the end," said Sakura.
Syaoran smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. "There's been some changes. Let's go inside and greet the other guests, dear."
He led her inside before she could say another word. For the next half an hour or so, Sakura found herself going from one table to the next and talking to the guests. She looked around desperately for Syaoran when three old women started attacking her with questions like wild hawks. Somehow, they'd ended up separating from each other, and she couldn't find him anywhere. She practically screamed in joy when he found her again.
"I found the others," he said and smiled politely at the old women. "Excuse us, please."
"What took you so long?" Sakura whispered under her breath as they walked away.
"These men wouldn't let me leave until I finished a full bottle of champagne," he answered.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good enough to do a quick three minutes," he joked.
"Dear Lord..."
"OH, HAPPY DAY!" Taguchi exclaimed cheerily when Sakura and Syaoran got to the table.
Sakura smiled nervously and leaned to whisper into Syaoran's ear. "Okay, what is he smoking?"
He chuckled. "Koji chugged at least three bottles down his throat to get him out of his office."
"You're kidding me..."
"Are you ready?" Tomoyo asked.
Sakura took in a deep breath and nodded. Syaoran handed her a glass of champagne and she held it into the air. All attention turned to Sakura and she gulped quietly. She'd practiced her toast many times in front of the mirror, but to actually recite in front of those people was harder than she'd thought it would be..
"Good evening," she started saying. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to welcome you here tonight to celebrate the marriage of Eriol and Tomoyo. I just want to tell Tomoyo how honored I am today to stand by your side on this special day. On behalf of the bridesmaids and myself, I just want to say how beautiful and radiant you look today. It truly has been a special day for all of us."
The girls met each other's gazes and smiled.
"Tomoyo and I have been friends for a number of years now. Over the years, she has taught me the valuable lesson that friendship is the most important thing next to family. We have supported each other through good times and bad. I have many memories of wonderful times spent with Tomoyo, as we all have. And will cherish them forever," Sakura continued. "The fondest memory I will now have is watching Tomoyo marry this man today, the love of her life and companion. I love you both very much; you are two very dear friends to me. In the past years, I have seen you both grow as individuals and flourish as a couple. Separately, you both are very special, remarkable people, but together you are complete. Today we celebrate everything you have found in each other. I would like you all to please raise your glasses and join me in a toast."
Everyone slowly raised their glasses.
"To love, laughter, and happily ever after—Congratulations!!!"
Applause filled the room.
"Not bad, grasshopper." Syaoran whispered into her ear when she sat down.
Sakura smiled. "Let see how good your toast is, Mr. Best Man."
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"Thank you for saying that I'm a 'dear' friend in your speech, Sakura." Eriol said to her with a smirk on his face. "It was beautiful. I almost cried."
Sakura growled. "Oh, shove it up your—"
Syaoran quickly slapped his hand over her mouth. "Not tonight, Sakura."
Darn.
zZz
"Ready to find out who has the better toast?" Syaoran turned to say to her as Eriol spoke to the guests.
Sakura scoffed. "Is this a bet now?"
"What if it is?"
"What do you want if you win?"
He smirked. "When I win, I want you to..."
"To...?"
"I'll tell you later." He smiled and stood up as Eriol handed the guests' attention over to him. He cleared his throat and loudly said, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen—my name is Li Syaoran and I am a childhood friend of the groom, also his best man today. Let me first say that the bridesmaids look absolutely smashing today, and only rightly outshone by our bride. And, I'm sure you'll agree with me, gentlemen, today is a sad day for single men, as another beauty leaves the available list. And ladies, I'm sure you'll agree that today passes by without much of a ripple. But it's not as great a day for the bride as she thinks. She's not marrying the best man."
The room laughed lightheartedly at his joke. Sakura silently rolled her eyes when Syaoran winked at her cutely.
After letting the crowd quiet down, he continued slowly. "I was really nervous beforehand, so I prepared a few lines—and having snorted them, I'm feeling pretty good right now... I’d like to say a big thank you to my assistants, the ushers—Koji and Taguchi. It was a stipulation for the wedding that the ushers weren’t allowed to look better than the Best Man today, and I’m pleased to say they have accomplished their role admirably. Cheers, guys, to an awesome job!"
Another round of laughter.
"I really thought that following a speech by Eriol would be quite difficult, and I was right, I couldn’t follow a bloody word of it. So, on behalf of the Bridesmaids, and the Ushers I would like to thank Eriol for …um…whatever he just said." He turned to give his friend a dashing smile. "I’d also like to echo Eriol’s comments and thank everyone again on their behalf for coming and sharing their special day, particularly those that have traveled long distances. When Eriol asked me to be his best man, I was obviously very flattered. But then I realized I would have to give a speech, and that at some point during it, I would have to say something nice about him. The problem is I've had very little experience of doing either, so please bear with me."
Sakura wanted to wring her boyfriend's neck when he earned, yet, another round of laughter from the guests. Darn him and his stupid charms.
"I was actually a little worried as to how long the speech should last so I asked around and the general consensus was that it should go on for about as long as it takes the groom to perform his duties in the bedroom. So with that, ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much, you’ve been a great crowd!!!"
The whole place just rumbled with laughter, even Sakura couldn't help herself. Everyone laughed—everyone but the groom. Wonder why.
"Just kidding, Eriol. Scratch out what I've just said, everyone. The marriage ceremony asks that couples take each other for better or for worse. Well, Eriol, in finding Tomoyo you really couldn’t have done any better. Tomoyo—you couldn’t have done any worse. Just on a separate note here—not many people know this, but Tomoyo actually had a bit of bad luck this week. She had her credit card stolen on Monday, but Eriol has decided not to report it to the police however because the thief is spending less than she was!"
Syaoran had the guests eating out of his hands. He sure had a way with his charms...
"As you know, Eriol and Tomoyo have been together for years. However, I can remember when Eriol first took Tomoyo to an expensive hotel for the weekend. He did the whole romantic bit, with flowers and champagne in the room, the whole works. In the morning they went down for breakfast. Eriol ordered a full breakfast for himself: bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, cereal, and coffee. For Tomoyo, he ordered just some lettuce and carrots. I asked him later why that was, and he said he wanted to see if she ate like a rabbit as well."
Sakura giggled, catching the blush on the bride's cheeks.
"As well as the speech, it would seem that there were three main roles that I had to fulfill as his best man. The first was to make sure he got a good night's sleep before the wedding. Well, I can assure you he slept like a baby—he wet the bed twice and woke up every hour crying for his mom."
Oh, Sakura was loving the expression on the groom's face. Priceless. She would have to reward Syaoran one way or another when they got home.
"The second was to get him here looking presentable with his face and hair in good order. Unfortunately, God didn’t get this right first time round so what chance did I have?" The guests laughed along with Syaoran. "Finally, I was to ensure that no angry ex-girlfriends showed up impromptu to spoil the ceremony. Thankfully this wasn’t a problem as the recent outbreak of foot and mouth saw most of them either quarantined or shot and burned a couple of years ago."
Eriol was busy looking at his watch while grumbling something along the line of 'damn, how long is his stupid toast?'.
"Also, when I was surveying around to prepare for my speech, someone mentioned that I have to say something about the groom. So what can I say about Eriol?" Syaoran pulled out an index card from his pocket. "He's handsome, successful, witty, intelligent, charming... err... Sorry, Eriol—what's that say? I can't read your handwriting. Oh, yeah, fantastic in bed! Sorry."
The groom was seen banging his head against the table repetitively.
"To be truthful, Eriol and Tomoyo have shared many romantic moments. I would like you to both share one with us all here today. Tomoyo, can you put your left hand flat on the table—and, Eriol, can you place yours on top of it? Marvelous! Eriol, I would like you to remember and treasure this moment forever...the last time you will have the upper hand."
Syaoran grinned.
"They say that the best man's speech is the worst 5 minutes of the groom's day; but fortunately for you, Eriol, it's almost over. I’d like to finish up by saying what a great honor it’s been to be the best man today. On behalf of the bride and groom, I’d like to echo what I said earlier and thank everyone for sharing their special day. So then, ladies and gentlemen, it gives me immense pleasure, not to mention relief, to invite you all to stand and raise your glasses in a toast to Eriol and Tomoyo, the new Mr. and Mrs. Hiiragizawa. We wish them well for the future, and hope they enjoy a long and happy marriage. To the bride and groom!"
Syaoran sat down with a content smile on his face.
"Watch your ass when you're in the parking lot," Eriol growled under his breath.
Syaoran smirked. "The price you pay for asking me to be your best man." He turned to look at Sakura with a victorious smile. "So, what do you say, babe?"
"Mine was sweet," was all she said. Although—deep inside—she'd admitted defeat; but she couldn't say it to his face.
He chuckled. "Whatever you say, Sakura."
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The reception was nearing to the end. Everyone that wanted to toast the bride and groom had their chances, the cake was eaten to the last bite of frosting, the alcohol were nearly gone, and the men were drunk as pigs—if pigs could get drunk.
Everyone was preparing to leave when Syaoran caught their attention by tapping an empty champaign glass.
"Before we end this night, I would like to receive your attention one more time," he said. "This has nothing to do with the bride and groom though."
"Syaoran, what are you doing?" Sakura asked.
He put a finger over her lips to hush her silently. "Just sit down, Sakura."
"What are you—?"
She was hushed again. "Shh. Just listen..." He pulled out a small box from inside his pocket and handed it to her. "It's for you, Sakura."
Sakura could hear Tomoyo and her girlfriends squealing quietly behind her. Her hands started shaking slightly, and her eyes began to water. "Syaoran..."
"I know you might think that this is too fast," he said. "I don't blame you if you doubt my decision in this, but I've decided that I want to be with you. You're the only one that I want to be with. I can't give you a candlelight dinner and a cute little poem like Eriol, because I can't simply express how I feel about you. I love you too much to put it all into action and words."
He opened the box and took out a black velvet case; kneeling down on one knee before her. "So all I can do is ask everyone in this room—our friends and family—to witness the love that I have for you. Kinomoto Sakura, will you marry me?" He opened the case to reveal a diamond ring, a very beautiful diamond ring.
And Sakura just lost it. She cried like many girls would when the right guy propose to her.
"Syaoran, you're so stupid."
"Only for you, Sakura... only for you."
"I don't know what to say..."
"You don't have to say anything."
She nodded and leaned forward to kiss him passionately on the lips.
"KAWAII!" Tomoyo stood behind them with her camcorder in hands. Her husband sweatdropped and wondered where she'd even kept the thing.
"NOW WAIT ONE DAMN MINUTE!" Touya came running up to them and pulled the couple apart. "NOW you want to marry my sister?"
Syaoran took a step back cautiously and nodded.
The older man pulled out a clipboard and pen out of nowhere, and shoved it into Syaoran's face. "Fill that out."
Sakura sweatdropped. "... 'application to marry my sister'... Touya, do you have a form for everything?"
He shrugged. "I doubt he'd need the divorce application."
Dear, Lord...
Sakura sighed and wrapped her arms around Syaoran's neck as he filled out the form—not like he had a choice if he wanted to marry her.
"Syaoran...?" she said.
"Hm?"
"If Eriol's going to be the best man, then I'm getting a divorce on the day of our wedding."
He laughed. "He has to be. That kind of was our deal for him to let me propose on his wedding day. Although, we can gag him right before the toast."
"Maybe we can just trick him into going to the wrong wedding."
Eriol scoffed. "You two idiots do realize that I'm standing here, right?"
They glanced up from the paper to look at the scowling black head and smiled nervously. Oops.
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Sakura looked down at the ring on her finger. "I can't believe I've been engaged twice."
"How many times do you want to be engaged?"
"I hope that this will be the last time." Sakura said as she leaned onto him. "Syaoran, do you think we'll have happily ever after?"
He pulled her closer and smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her eyelid. "No, because there's no such thing as happily ever after. There's only you and me—'til death do us part."
Sakura smiled. "I like the sound of that."
"Me too."
She stared at the metal walls surrounding them. "How long do you think we'll be stuck in here?"
"Until morning."
Sakura sighed exasperatedly. "Syaoran...?"
"Hm?"
"Promise me you won't try to fix another thing as long as you live..."
And so, here I am... again.
Being 21 years old, I'm the most unfortunate person on the face of this planet. How many people get stuck in the same elevator twice in their life? I'll be frank with you... if there weren't any before, then there's at least two now.
Three hours ago...
"Oh, I can sure use a hot bath right now!" Sakura groaned wearily as they waited for the elevator to come down.
Syaoran chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist suggestively. "I have an idea," he said.
"I just want to get to the apartment, take my bath, and go straight to sleep tonight." Sakura was firm in her decision. No sex at all that night. "Besides, you reek with alcohol."
"Just sober."
"Shouldn't have drank too much," she said.
"I'm just happy... 'cause we're engaged."
Yeah... we are, she thought.
Just at that moment, the elevator opened with a ding and Sakura quickly pulled her fiancé inside before backing him up into a corner. Well, elevators were made for these sort of things. Might as well use it and give compliments to the man that invented it, right?
Standing on the tip of her toes, Sakura leaned forward and closed her eyes, gently pressing her body to his as her lips inched closer to his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight, and they both waited for the sparks to come. Unfortunately... the sparks didn't come, but something else did.
And the 'something else' was all over Sakura's beautiful dress.
Just when she thought nothing else could've went wrong, it did. God decided to mock her again and stopped the elevator from moving.
"Oops..." Syaoran smiled sheepishly. Sakura wasn't sure if he was saying 'oops' for vomiting on her or for doing such a lousy job on fixing the damn elevator.
So, that's how they got to this point—cuddling in each other's arms in a little corner inside a broken elevator with a puddle of vomit on the other side. That was one hell of a night to remember; not to mention one heck of a tale for Sakura to tell her children one day.
Oh, yeah. She could picture it already.
Despite it all... Sakura was happy.
Sakura turned her head around to look at the sleeping Syaoran. He looked so beautiful when he was asleep. So peaceful, so pure, so beautiful. A lock of hair fell down his face, and Sakura gently brushed it back and tucked it behind his ear. He sighed and buried his face into her neck, but he didn't wake up.
She looked at him and smiled.
The night might not have been what she'd dreamt of it being, and the proposal might not have been the sweetest or most romantic thing; but it didn't matter to her. Maybe this wasn't the perfect ending she'd thought of having, but she was glad that it wasn't perfect. Because perfection would mean that everything was complete... that there was nothing else to add to their lives and nothing to take away. Besides...
A beautiful thing is never perfect.
That's why there is no perfect ending—only a beautiful beginning.
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