Disclaimer: I do not own Card captor Sakura, Clamp does.
Rating: M for language, minor themes and violence
Summary: Sakura was an orphan, no-one knew of where she lived, bar her best friend Tomoyo. The populars isolate her because it's rare for her to have a genuine smile, who could blame her; after all, her whole family was dead, plus she was always late. But, when a new boy comes to school and finds out Sakura's secret, what will he do? Mock her? Help her? Reject her? Teach her there's more to life? Make her life hell? or Love her?
Last time:"I was out on a walk, and as I walked past, I saw you in the car come into here. I thought I'd walk you home, but I guess I ended up saving you instead." Sakura smiled and leant into his chest. He picked her up bridal style. "I'll take you back." Sakura nodded gingerly, within seconds, she had fallen asleep.
Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal dazed emerald orbs. Sakura slowly sat herself up and examined her dimly lit surroundings: her bedroom in the orphanage – the curtains were closed so the light of day was blocked. I guess Syaoran did bring me back here. She mused. A small bang and a groan snapped her from her thoughts.
Her head snapped towards the sound, by her wardrobe and drawers. In front of them was a figure, sitting on the floor. The figure was huddled over something and seemed oblivious to the now wakened Sakura. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the little light and she recognised the chocolate hair on the figure.
"Syao!" She exclaimed, clambering of the bed, launching onto her knees, and wrapping her arms round the boy's shoulders.
"S-Sakura!" He stuttered, "I didn't hear you wake up."
"I wouldn't have noticed you if you hadn't have made a noise." She replied, a faint embarrassed crept across Syaoran's face.
"I dropped the suitcase."
"Suitcase?" Sakura repeated, looking over his shoulder. "What do you want a suitcase for?" She examined the case on the floor and was taken aback, "And why has it got my clothes in it?"
"Well," Syaoran began, standing up – Sakura still hugging him. "I managed to 'persuade' Miss Kagu to let you leave here," He put emphasis on the word 'persuade' and Sakura understood – either money or a threat, the look in his eye said money.
"But, where would I go?" Sakura was still confused, even more so when Syaoran turned crimson.
"..." He muttered something.
"Pardon?"
"My place" He repeated, a bit louder.
"WHAT?!" Sakura jumped back. "But, I couldn't. I'll be intruding." She became restless – pacing and rubbing her hands together. "Plus, you're family would never allow it and, and" Syaoran cut her off by placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her to face him.
"Don't think like that, Saks." He smiled gently, "You could never be intruding and, quite frankly, I don't care if my family doesn't like it. I- We are 17, not 7, we're old enough to make our own decisions with out having to run to the parents." Sakura smiled with tears in her eyes and placed a quick kiss on Syaoran's lips.
"Thank you Syao."
She collapsed to the floor and helped him finish packing her stuff. It didn't take long, considering she wasn't allowed much, and they were soon leaving the building.
"About time you got out of here," This was Miss Kagu's farewell, "You always were a burden."
"And you were always a cold-hearted bitch. I won't miss this place." Sakura felt good being able to talk back to her ex-mistress and not being able to get in trouble for it.
Sakura followed Syaoran to his car (A/N yes he can drive, he's older than her.), put her suitcase in the boot, and climbed in. The drive to his took only minutes, but they didn't want to be dragging a suitcase through town to get to his house.
Syaoran placed her bag in the spare room, let her change and pulled her back outside.
"Where are we going?" Sakura asked.
"There is no way you are going to be able live with only what you have." Syaoran said, a caring and cheeky smile on his face. "We are going shopping."
"Shopping?" Sakura repeated. Syaoran nodded.
"Clothes, school things, luxuries – you once told me you'd like to learn how to roller blade – anything really." Syaoran was acting like a child in a candy store, and Sakura realised.
"Why are you so excited about this?" She queried as they walked into town.
"Well," Syaoran confessed, "I feels nice buying for someone other than yourself," A tinge of pink clung to his cheeks, "And I like seeing you happy." Sakura smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.
For the rest of the day, the couple trailed round different shops. Clothes shops, school shops, art shops, book stores, shoe shops etc. By the end of it, Sakura had a whole new wardrobe, a whole new school kit – school bag and equipment – art stuff, books she enjoyed, DVDs – Syaoran already had a TV in her room – a bike and more. She had a pair of pink, red and white roller skates which she was currently practising in the gardens.
Syaoran's house was large – even if only 3 bedrooms – and the gardens were grand, fountains and flowers, paths and patios, gazebos and grass – you get the idea. Sakura had quickly gotten used to the blades and was racing round the gardens. She fell over a few times but got straight back up, until...
"SAKURA!" Syaoran called from the house. "FOOD!"
"COMING!" Sakura called back. She started skating towards the house.
"You're a natural." Syaoran complimented as she came closer.
"Thanks, I've wanted to try blading since I was small." She smiled. Her skate got caught on a stone and Sakura tumbled. She fell to the side and straight into a fountain. "Ow!" Sakura complained as water trickled from above her and on her hair. Syaoran shook his head and helped her out.
"I spoke too soon." He commented. Sakura pouted and pulled of the skates. She went inside and quickly rushed up the stairs and to her room. "I'll keep the food warm." Syaoran called up to her.
"Thanks!" She called back as she pulled off her wet clothes. She grabbed a towel and dried herself down, pulled on one of her new outfits – a pair of dark jeans and a simple white v-cut top with pale pink cherry blossoms – dried her hair and went back downstairs.
"You always were a klutz." Syaoran said, putting the food on the table. Sakura just stuck her tongue out at him and sat down at the table, quickly digging in.
The rest of the evening went by simply, watching a DVD, doing homework and heading to bed.
Sometime during the night, Syaoran woke with a strange feeling. He tried to go back to sleep and forget about it, but with no avail. Something inside him was saying something was wrong, to check the bedroom next to his – the room where Sakura was sleeping.
He eventually followed the feeling and waited outside her room. What am I dong? He mused, She's asleep in here, I watched her fall asleep, didn't I? He finally plucked the courage to open her door when he felt a breeze come from below it. As it creaked open, Syaoran was hit with a rush of cold air. He ignored it and scanned the room – he didn't know if she like to sleep in the cold. The bed was made, but no-one inside it. The balcony door was open and the curtain was flapping about. Scenarios entered Syaoran's mind as he checked the whole house and the gardens. Sakura was no-where to be found...
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