My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Four

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

4: The Inevitable

Although almost all people gathered around Syaoran and Keira, there are three people who looked like statues frozen. Sakura moved away from the door quickly, while Eriol and Tomoyo stared dumbstruck at the pair. Eriol recovered first and moved towards the door of the church and welcomed his cousin-slash-best friend.

There was a sudden hush among Sakura’s wedding staffers who were whispering amongst themselves. Li Syaoran is a famous person in his own right. After noticing that she was also gaping at him, Sakura shook her head and went beside Tomoyo.

“You’re late,” Eriol said accusingly to Syaoran.

So you knew he was coming, Sakura thought and cast Eriol a threatening look that he didn’t notice.

Suddenly, one staffer broke the silence of the audience.

“Mr. Li Syaoran?” The girl said excitedly, “You really are handsome, sir! Can you sign this for me?” She added, handing over a piece of paper and a pen.

He merely looked surprised, but he nodded. (A/N: That’s how famous he is! Bwahahaha!)

Soon there was an excited tension among the people as they bustled for any piece of paper to make Syaoran even asked Syaoran to sign her shirt.

But one staffer, Sakura’s right hand and close friend, Tanaka Kioko, who happens to be Xiao Chen’s godmother, suddenly looked pensive.

After all the commotion, Syaoran turned to Eriol and Tomoyo.

“You will forgive us for being late, Eriol, Tomoyo. I had business appointments to attend.”

Syaoran

Syaoran silently gazed around the church. He didn’t know why, but somehow he was looking for an unfamiliar guy’s face. (A/N: He’d never admit it, but Syaoran is looking for his supposed RIVAL, XIAO CHEN…) But curiously, he found none.

He turned to the couple in front of him. There was intense animosity in the amethyst eyes of Tomoyo. And he knew why. Tomoyo is Sakura’s best friend. That was when he remembered she was supposed to be here. He turned his eyes to Tomoyo, and there beside her was the face he used to see beside him every morning, six years ago.

“Sakura!” Keira gasped, looking obviously shocked. Sakura merely bored her eyes to her stepsister’s. Obvious hatred was etched in the soft contours of her face.

He knew the two never got along well, but still, Sakura’s reactions were uncalled for.

He stared at her silently, at the emerald eyes, the auburn hair… She hasn’t changed much over the years, only older.

Sakura

She wanted to laugh hysterically at Keira’s stunned gasp.

So this girl still remembered me, She thought sarcastically.

Xi Keira, as she was named, hated her so much ever since. Just as she hated her, too. Keira had been her rival with Syaoran back then, but she couldn’t believe that he’d stoop so low as to court this bitch!

Her temper began to rise.

“Gomen, Sakura, six years had passed… I didn’t think we’d meet here… Otousan’s been more than worried… Have you been in touch at all, Sakura?” Keira asked in a honey-laced voice she hated so much.

“Yes,” She answered in the same phony voice. “Only to Oniichan, I’m afraid.”

“Ah, of course! Touya-kun…” She hated the hypocrisy of Keira’s voice, but she cannot say so.

“Well, hello then, Keira. Hai, it has been a while since we last saw each other.”

The staff turned questioning eyes to her, which she dodged. They were clueless of her “acquaintance” with Syaoran Li.

“I believe you have met Syaoran-kun, Sakura?” Ah, the dreaded question…

But of course, weren’t we rivals back then, Keira? Sakura wanted to snap at Keira, but instead, “Ah, of course, Sy---L-Li-kun.” She said in an unsteady voice.

So this is who you’ve replaced me with, Syaoran! How could you?

“Kinomoto.” He said formally, casting an iron-like gaze at her and nodded stiffly.

Then, before the tension reached boiling point, Eriol shouted, “Oi, everyone! Last three sets!”

They were halfway the second to the last set when Sakura’s cell phone rang.

The call was from the shop, but she felt awkward in answering it after Keira suppressed a giggle, seeing her rather old-fashioned mobile phone. But right now, she could not afford such luxuries. It might be Kaho.

After muttering an excuse, she walked towards a corner of the church and answered the phone.

Syaoran

He stared closely as a flushed, rather embarrassed Sakura walked away to answer the call. He had a sudden urge to follow, which he did, only discreetly so he may not be noticed.

“Moshimoshi!”

The person at the other end said something, and he saw Sakura’s face lighten up.

“Xiao Chen! Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Again, he didn’t hear the answer, but he could feel anger boil from within him. (Read: he could feel jealousy boil from within him.)

“No, sweetheart! Not right now, you can’t. Stay home, I’ll see you later. No buts.”

The person at the other end must have protested, for Sakura shouted at him, and he felt a surge of joy at this.

“Be reasonable, Xiao Chen! Stop it, okay? I’ll see you later.” She hung up.

Sakura felt someone staring at her. Turning, she saw Syaoran staring intently at her.

“Has it been your hobby to eavesdrop?” She said, although she started to get nervous. Did she mutter any giveaways that Xiao Chen is their son? She hoped not.

“How long have you two been together?” He asked, seemingly like a jealous husband. But that idea was laughable.

It took a moment before what he said registered in her mind.

“Wha—you mean Xiao Chen? He’s not…” But she thought better of it. He thought Xiao Chen was her new boyfriend! Thinking fast, she quickly said, “Five years, Li-kun. Now mind your own business.”

“Iie, tell me more about him. You seemed smitten about him.”

“Let’s just say he’s everything you weren’t.” She said, her temper rising. The nerve of this guy!

“Ah…Does that mean he’s a lousy lover? Hah! Is he rich? Is he your new Sugar Dad, huh, Sakura?”

“Shut it! You have no right to say anything like that!” She said in a low voice, afraid to attract attention. “And leave me alone!”

“Yeah, I would,” He said casually as he stared at her. “If only we aren’t waiting for you for the practice… You seem to forget easily, Kinomoto.” So it’s back to Kinomoto again, huh? She thought before turning away from him.

“You weren’t even here for the first week of practices, and you tell me that? Shut it, I don’t wanna hear a pot calling a kettle black. So shut up.”

With that, she walked towards the altar, fuming.