Chapter Six – Drunken Ramblings
Under normal circumstances, language such as she had used would have shocked even her. However these circumstances were far from normal.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“This is my room Li.” She reminded him.
His eyes narrowed, “No, this is my room.”
She sighed, giving up battle before it got out of control, there was no use arguing with a drunk person, there was no way you could win.
“Alright Syaoran, this is your room.” She replied comfortingly, not wishing to raise his unhappiness-he could be particularly unpleasant if he wanted too.
He grinned suddenly, the simples hidden in his cheeks surprising her, she’d never seen him smile before. “I like you in my room.”
Before Sakura had a chance to make out what he meant by those words he leant down and brushed his lips against her own.
A jolt went through Sakura at the intimate contact, even when he was drunk; he sure knew how to kiss.
She sighed as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue flick against her closed lips asking for entrance. She gave it to him, forgetting herself in the moment. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue, smell it on his breath. A shiver of pleasure went through her as his hands encircled her waist kneading the flesh there gently.
His hands sliding up from her waist to rub the underside of her breasts was what woke her from the spell. Pulling back she scrambled onto the other side of the bed.
“Sakura, come here.”
Even when he was drunk his voice contained the dark quality that had most people shivering in their boots. She was shivering, but not for that reason.
She shook her head, knowing that if she opened her mouth and told him the words he would sense he weakness, and if he began kissing her again she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop.
He moved across the bed, coming closer to her, just as he was about to reach her his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out..
Even though it was stupid to think it, a part of her muttered, ‘Well that was anti-climatic’, before she set about to the arduous task of putting him back into the bed and tucking him in,
“When you wake up,” she muttered while picking him up, taking her concentration off of the task at hand, “You and I are going to have a nice long chat about how many cream buns you’ve been having lately mister.”
Finally settling him into the bed she sighed and brushed a few stray strands of chocolate hair away from his forehead.
“He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping.” She murmured to herself, “Pity he’s not that way when he’s awake.”
After saying that she dropped an impulsive kiss on his forehead and settled herself with a spare blanket into the chair opposite him.
xoxox
Syaoran was not happy to wake up. The intense throbbing in his head was not eased one bit by the open curtains, pouring sunlight into the room and on his face.
Looking around he realised that this was not his room.
The first thing that brought this to his attention was the lack of his own personal touches, the second was the petite brunette nestled snugly amongst several blankets and pillows in the arm-chair across the bed from him.
Sighing he stood up, weighing his options silently as to whether or not he should risk waking her by shifting her onto the bed.
Deciding upon a course of action he lifted the petite girl – who weighed practically nothing – into his arms and moved her onto the bed.
Other than making a small whimpering sound that oddly struck a chord in his chest and shifting into the new source of warmth, she remained asleep as he gently transferred her onto the bed.
Finishing he called out quietly to a maid and went back to his own quarters, stepping into the shower to try and rid himself of some of the putrid alcohol stench that had clung to his clothing. All the while wondering what exactly had happened last night.
He had flashes, but nothing more solid. All that the flashes managed to do was give him an ever-burning need to kiss the young woman who he had shifted so tenderly and find out if she would be as pliant as she had been in his dream.
xoxox
Sakura woke up with a groan, wondering briefly why everything ached.
Rubbing sleep from her eyes groggily she glanced at the time, eyes widening when she saw what the numbers read as.
Sitting up she ran into the bathroom to have a quick shower and get ready.
As soon as the lukewarm water hit her face she began remembering what had happened, a cherry blush staining her cheeks as she did.
She’d acted no better than a whore, leading him on like that, still she couldn’t forget the taste and feel of his mouth, the shivers she’d felt when his hands had moved over her body.
Dismissing the thoughts from her mind abruptly she changed into a white pleated mini skirt and a pale green tank top, tying her hair back into a messy bun.
Emerald green eyes narrowed as she studied her reflection carefully, adding a touch of mascara to her lashes and a shimmering lip-gloss that Tomoyo had once told her cost her forty dollars.
Deciding that she was finished she grabbed a pair of sunglasses and balanced them on her head while fastening pale green beaded droplet earrings into her ears.
She was almost gone when she ran into Syaoran who looked surprisingly well for someone who’s been completely drunk last night.
She’d had time to wonder this morning how she’d gone to sleep in the chair and woken up in the bed and in the end had decided that Syaoran must have shifted her when she’d woken.
“Morning Li.” She said brightly, refusing to be mean to a man who most likely had the worst hang over ever.
“Good morning Sakura. Thank you for your help last night.” He responded politely if a bit distractedly. “Going somewhere?”
Sakura nodded exuberantly, “Yes actually, I’m heading down to the city to go look around and do a bit of shopping.”
“Will you be alright on your own?” he asked frowning.
“Of course, I’ll be fine. See you later.”
xoxox
Syaoran watched as she left, eyes sending an appreciative glance towards her behind as she left.
He felt like slapping himself when he realised what he’d been doing.
What on earth was he thinking? She was a model, he knew how false they were. He’d never gone for that kind of filth before, so why now?
A soft vibration alerted him to the fact that his mobile was ringing and he grabbed it, groaning as he checked the number.
“What do you want?”
A soft chuckle emanated through the phone and an articulate voice replied, “Want? Do you mean to imply that I want something dear cousin?”
He growled, “Enough games Eriol, why are you ringing me?”
The voice on the other end was smug and Syaoran could almost see the cocky grin on his face as he replied. “You’ll be having some company. I just talked to Mei Ling and she’s said that she’s decided that visit you.”
Syaoran began to wish there was a way that he could get to Tokyo in the next two minutes. Right now he could happily choke the life out of his dear cousin.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Eriol chirped, hanging up the phone on the other end.
Syaoran set his phone back in his pocket calmly, envisioning several ways to torture Eriol before ridding him off his life completely.
xoxox Meanwhile xoxox
Eriol sat back in the chair, the smug smile of success proudly on his features.
The appearance of Li Mei Ling would certainly stir things up, forcing them one step closer to his goal.
A movement in the room caught his eye and he turned to focus on Tomoyo who was currently wearing only an old oversized t-shirt aand a pair of shorts that didn’t even extend out past it.
She frowned looking at him.
“What have you done?”
He smiled innocently, “Done, I haven’t done anything sweetheart, I’ve just been sitting here.”
If she cared that he had just used an endearment that most men used on their wives she didn’t show it. Instead she narrowed her eyes and moved towards him.
Speaking slowly as if her were simple or a child she responded, “I repeat, what have you done?”
She came to a stop in front of him.
“Just stirred things up a bit.” He replied grinning at her.
If possible her eyes narrowed further causing Eriol to shudder, Daidouji Tomoyo was a dangerous woman when provoked.
“How?” she pronounced with such deadly calm that Eriol winced.
“An old friend’s visiting them.”
“Who?”
Eriol grinned and pulled her across to straddle his lap.
“Don’t think you can dissuade me that easily mister, I want to know.”
Smothering her lips with his own served to cut of any more protests.
“We’ll talk about it later he replied when she was sufficiently silenced.
Without giving her time to answer he slipped out of her hold and exited the room.
xoxox
Sakura walked through the market, marvelling at the exotic silks and intricate jewellery.
She stopped at a stall containing intricate hair clasps, made from thing gold wire and semi-precious stones and decided to buy one, wondering whether the beautiful piece of work would actually contain her hair.
A phone rang nearby and kept ringing. She’d begun to get annoyed with whoever it was when she realised that it was her own and grabbed it, ignoring the scowling looks from the other occupants of the market.
“Moshi moshi.”
“Hey Sakura!” Chelsea’s cheerful voice echoed on the other side, “What are you up to?”
She grinned, “I’m in Hong Kong as the ambassador for Moyo’s company at the moment.”
“Really?” Chelsea inquired as Sakura leant forward to examine a piece of green Chinese silk that had caught her eye. Complex dragons embroidered in gold formed a pattern on the material, mixing beautifully with the green. A few more pieces caught her eye as she moved through and she bought them chatting to Chelsea about life and work as she wandered through the market.
Finally she had to say goodbye and wandered into a food market, trying to decided what she wanted to eat.
xoxox
Syaoran sighed as the doorbell rang. He’d been swamped with work and phone calls all day and was not in any mood to go and greet whomever it was who had decided to come and meet him.
The door opened without so much as a knock and a body dropped into the chair across from him.
“Don’t you greet your guests anymore?” a haughty voice asked him.
He looked up, “No Mei Ling, I tend to find that when you don’t greet unwelcome guests they usually disappear.”
She huffed at him, flipped her long perfectly straight black hair over her shoulder, “Now, now, is that anyway to treat your beloved cousin?”
“Yes.” He replied shortly.
Rolling her eyes at him she looked around, “So where is she?”
“Where is who?”
“The girl, Sakura, whatever her name is, where is she?”
He sighed, “At the market place somewhere.”
“You let her go alone?” Mei Ling asked incredulously, “She has no idea where she’s going, what if she gets lost, mugged?”
It was Syaoran’s turn to roll his eyes, his cousin tended to over-exaggerate things.
“Fine.” Mei Ling huffed, “I’m going to organise my room and if she’s not back soon I’m going to be VERY annoyed with you Xiao Lang.”
“Your room!”
xoxox
Tomoyo finished the arrangements with a smug grin.
This’d teach Eriol to try and hide things from her.
A corner of her mind knew that she was being irrational and petulant, but she didn’t care. She was sick of staying back here when she should be over there helping her cousin.
It would completely blow her careful plan of making Sakura stay there because she needed to be ambassador, but she was sure she could figure out something.
The door opened and Eriol entered, dropping keys she hadn’t remembered giving him on the table and surveying the mess.
“What are you doing?”
She slid a glance back at him before replying.
“I’m going to China.”
He heard this news with a mixture of apprehension and annoyance before answering.
“You’re WHAT!”
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