CHAPTER 2—I DO NOT OWN CCS!
Syaoran’s Point of ViewI flopped onto my new bed. Sakura was in the next room, much to my demise. I would have gladly traded with Tomoyo Daidouji, but I knew that was impossible. If we were going to live, and if the people of Tomoeda were to live, then we would have to learn to get along… much to my demise.
So, I thought, this is how the great Syaoran will fall? A total airhead for a comrade? I snickered to myself. She would probably throw me out the window if she knew I thought that about her. She was pretty popular, Eriol told me. Psshya, I don’t know how. Well, Eriol is sure to lighten things up… But what really made me mad was that Eriol and Tomoyo got a house, Meiling got a house, and then airhead and me had to share a house. Eriol didn’t mind, I’m sure; they’d known each other since childhood. Well, I’ll just pretend she’s not there, unless I have to…
…Which is always. CRAP!! I lay there for a little while longer, thinking of a way to put up with this chair-hogging chick. I almost fell asleep, and she’d made no moves. We’d both stayed in our rooms for about an hour. Then a strange thought came into my head. Make an attempt to be friends. I pondered it for a minute, then thought, well, why not? It couldn’t hurt.
And so, I got up and opened the door. As I predicted, Sakura’s door was closed. I took a deep a breath, and opened the door.
And instantly thought of the doors with knock before you enter signs on it. My face went kind of red. Sakura was in her night gown already. It was pink and silky, and you could almost see through it. Clearly, Sakura didn’t know the word ‘almost’. Her face went red when she noticed me.
“H-hey, it’s n-not what you think!!” I stuttered.
“Get… out…now.” Sakura growled, her hand inching for the lamp on the table.
“I-I swear, I just came in here to try and make peace!! D-don’t do anything rash, I’m leaving!” My voice broke in the middle, which was kind of embarrassing. She probably didn’t understand any of those words, either, because soon enough a lamp created a fissure in my head. Jeez! She’s got a good arm!
“NOW, I SAID!! RAARGH!!” She yelled, grabbing a rather large, hard cover book. ANIMAL!! I thought as I struggled to get out of the room. My palms were sweaty, so it took a while to open the door. As soon as I did, though, I ran right into my room.
My God!! What a way to end my first day!! And I was only trying to make peace!! I growled. I can’t work with that… that THING!! My life is OVER!! I slumped against the back of my door, cradling the lamp bump in my head.
Sakura’s Point of View
I stood, frozen in fear, for a few moments. D-don’t tell me I’m… going to be forced to spend the rest of my life with that… that thing!? (Heheh, seem familiar? ) I can’t believe he’d have the nerve to do that. Then I looked out the window at Tomoyo and Eriol’s house. They were probably getting along so well… they were both so polite and nice… unlike the little rat that I had to live with!!
I sighed. She’s liked him for so long… but Eriol is always so unreadable. I’m sure if she confessed, he’d like her back… but oh well.
I had my own problems to deal with, and so I crawled under the covers and almost cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I was surprised to find that Syaoran and I were treated to a gourmet dinner, and a couple servants that cleaned up after everything we did. It was cool, but kind of annoying at times. They actually helped me get dressed! I heard Syaoran yelp in the next room, and didn’t bother letting my mind float to what was happening in there. The maids were all really nice, but I think they were too fond of boy-girl romantic comrades… they kept bugging me about my relationship with Syaoran. I almost slapped one of them when she asked why we didn’t share a room.
Actually, I had only greeted a brief ‘Good morning’ to Syaoran. His face was kind of crest-fallen, and I was almost starting to believe his peace offering story from…
Dot… dot… dot…
…The incident of last night. (I mean come on, you could see right through that night gown!! D-#:)
Around lunch time, there was a knock at the door. Eriol, Tomoyo and Meiling were at the door. Meiling seemed a little mad, still. “Hi, guys! C’mon in!” Eriol and Tomoyo smiled and bowed before coming in, but Meiling just walked on by, looking forward.
“Sakura, who…? Oh, Eriol, hey, man!” Syaoran came running down the stairs, obviously happy that he wouldn’t be stuck in the same room as me alone. (NEHEHEHEH I’d probably through him out a window!!:-D) They did their weird little high-five-handshake thing. I hugged Tomoyo, and cast Meiling an apologetic glance. Her gaze softened, and she came to give me a hug, too.
I looked around, and the other two were already gone. “So, what happened last night, Tomoyo? Did you talk much with Eriol?” I asked, while Meiling nodded her head furiously.
She was a little flushed. “It wasn’t really different than usual. We just watched a movie and caught up on old times, then went to bed. At breakfast this morning, we talked about getting Meiling and paying you guys a visit, to see how everything went last night.”
“Yes, Sakura, do tell.” Meiling’s tone was menacing once again.
“Well, nothing happened, except for one thing…,” so I told them about…
Dot… dot… dot…
…the incident. “But I think I might forgive him, because he looks apologetic every time I see him. His peace story may be true.”
“He… didn’t come in on purpose, did he?” Meiling asked cautiously, her face relaxing.
“…Probably not. I can’t be sure, not with that thing.” I replied. Meiling didn’t really seem satisfied, but she didn’t push the matter further.
“So I wonder if anything big is happening in Tomoeda soon?” Tomoyo asked, purposely changing the subject.
Meiling shook her head. “Not that I’ve heard of.”
“Actually, I heard that there was a festival coming up soon. It might actually be in our honour, but don’t count on it.” I said. I’d over heard Mr. Terada talking about it to his assistant.
“Cool!” Tomoyo and Meiling exclaimed in unison. Just then, the door clicked open. Eriol and Syaoran stepped into the room. Syaoran was frowning, but Eriol wore his usual smile. “Syaoran has something to say to you, Miss Sakura,” he said, pushing Syaoran forward.
He wouldn’t look me in the eye, but he mumbled, “I’m sorry for barging in last night, I really didn’t mean to.”
“…Yeah, whatever. We can try and be friends, at least, or even acquaintances, if we’re supposed to live, fight, protect and die together.” Was my reply, each of us studying the wall opposite to the other.
Tomoyo jumped in. “There, now, we’re all friends. Now lets all act like friends!”
“Acquaintances,” Syaoran and I said at the same time. We ended up in a glaring contest.
What will my life end up like if we all go on like this…!?
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