Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Fatal Attraction ❯ Gone ( Chapter 3 )

And my consistencies of late updates starts again…fuck…

Summary: She was a fashion designer. He was the president of Li Enterprise. One night was what they wanted. One night was what they had. What happens when they meet again and the lust for each other grow… Rated M SxS

Age Bracket: Sakura- 23, Syaoran- 26, Tomoyo- (turning) 24, Eriol- 25

Temptation is a woman's weapon and man's excuse - H. L. Mencken

Chapter 3. Gone

“Did Sakura ever got home last night?” Tomoyo asked as she took a sip of coffee. Eriol looked over his newspaper and shrugged. “I'm pretty sure Syaoran dropped her off and made sure she got home safety.”

Tomoyo's eyes light up. “You wouldn't think…” Eriol looked at his wife. “Wouldn't think wha…” He trailed off. “No…”

Tomoyo squealed in delight. “Yes! Sakura can finally get the true taste of love! Poor girl…looking for it at all the wrong places. I wouldn't be surprise if she just gave up and become a nun.”

Eriol took of his glasses and brought himself to sit next to Tomoyo, debating whether to tell her or not. “Muffin-pie, I'm not sure if Syaoran is the right person for Sakura.”

Tomoyo gave him a questioning look. “Well, why not?” Eriol sighed. “Syaoran's a good person, but he goes through women like clothing. I just don't want Sakura to get hurt, again.”

Tomoyo looked at her husband before looking down. “I think he'll be good for her, besides, no one can ever hurt Sakura, she's just…you know, she just Sakura,” Eriol sighed and rubbed his temples. Tomoyo's eyes darkened as she continued. “And if he does, there'll be hell to pay.”

Eriol looked at his wife before smiling weakly. “Tomoyo…I don't know how to say this but…Syaoran has a fiancé.”

-

Syaoran woke up to a piercing shriek ringing though his ear drums. Oh, for the love of god, can't someone get some sleep around here?

As he was just about to move, he felt the effect of the last night's alcohol crashing onto him. Syaoran groaned as he cracked an eyelid just to see…a flushed Sakura, staring at him, trying to cover herself up with the bed sheets.

Even though his head throbbed like hell, Syaoran sat up on his bed. “What happened?” He asked; his mind was too groggily to remember. He looked up to see a wide-eyed Sakura staring at him, holding a death grip on the white sheets.

Oh, fuck. Was the first thing that came to Syaoran's mind. His hand was in his hair, trying to come up with something to say, when Sakura rushed to the bathroom and locked it, her face undeniably red.

WHAT did she just do? Haven't her mother taught her better than to sleep around with some guy she met merely days ago? Its bad enough she felt attracted to him, she bet his sorry ass doesn't even remember what they did together. Sakura's blush deepened when she remember clips of last night…how ecstatic his mouth felt on her skin…or how silky his hair felt though her fingers…Sakura mentally slapped herself. Now was not a good time to goggle over such things. She needed to get out of the place…fast.

After Sakura got dressed, she opened the door slightly to find no one was on the bed. She felt relief, yet slightly disappointed. Some part of her stilled hope he was there. She tip-toed pass the living room and was just about to grasp the doorknob when a voice made her jump.

“And where is the little lady going?” Sakura turned around to face an arrogant smirk. “I -I was just…going…to...um..,” Sakura felt herself growing smaller and smaller with every breath she took in between her words. She had to think of something before she makes a complete fool of herself. Aha. Syaoran in his underwear! Sakura quickly dismissed that idea when she saw an image of his perfectly toned chest.

 

Syaoran in dress! Sakura giggled silently at that. Perfect. Syaoran stared at the girl before him, slightly amused at her giggling to herself. Sakura snapped out of her thoughts as she glared at Syaoran…well, she tried.

 

“I'm going home.” With that, Sakura quickly open the door and closed it swiftly behind her, and sprinted down the hall. She was afraid to look back, afraid of seeing his handsome face reaching after her. Finally, when Sakura reach the bottom floor, out of breath, she mentally slapped herself for not taking the elevator.

 

Sakura cursed under her breath when she realized her car was nowhere to be found. Her day was going great. She called a taxi over and got in. Inside the cab, she was going over the things she needed to do.

 

First, take a long bubble bath. God knew how much she needed it. Second, call Tomoyo to rant and scream at her own stupidity. Three, eat a whole carton of Häagen Dazs. Four, mope around the house for three days. Then last, forget about the whole incident and move on with her life. Sakura nodded firmly at her plan.

 

She never planned for it to happen…it just did. Sakura had to admit; he was gorgeous. She declared that was the very reason why she slept with him; it was purely lust. Little did she know, that was also going through the mind of the man she left merely minutes ago.

 

Syaoran paced across his living room, thinking about what he just did…had he have no control over himself? For Christ's sake, he was on the verge of marrying Ayumi…MARRYING HER. And there he was, standing like a fool with a boyish grin on his face, asking her where she's going. Of course she's going home…where else would she go?

 

Syaoran's abruptly stopped in the middle of his living room. He needed to talk to someone. He needed to let his thoughts out. He needed-

 

-

 

“Eriol!”

 

Eriol cringed at his wife's screech. He knew this wasn't going to be good. “Why didn't you tell me this earlier?” Tomoyo demanded. “I already had her wedding design all planned out and already picking out baby names!” Eriol tried to calm his wife down, it was like she's the one who was being setup with an unknown guy.

 

“Well...,” Eriol started out. “I didn't know…” Tomoyo glared at her husband and sighed. This wasn't how things were suppose to go. Sakura was suppose to find the love of her life, settle down, have 12 babies, and live happily ever after.

 

“How old is she?” Tomoyo asked after Eriol explain the situation. She did not like this `Ayumi' girl one bit. “24,” Eriol answered meekly. He felt like they were playing a round of `Detectives' and he was the criminal.

 

“Hair?”

 

“Blond.”

 

“Natural?”

 

“No, dyed.” Tomoyo grimaced at her husband's response. Sakura was up against a fake blond headed bimbo.

 

“Height?”

 

“5'8.”

 

“Occupation?”

 

“Um…model” Eriol said uneasily. He hated lying to his wife. Well, technically, he wasn't lying. Ayumi was a model. Just a model for various things. Tomoyo narrow her eyes at Eriol. She can always tell when he was lying.

 

“A model, huh? What kind” Tomoyo asked. Eriol knew he was walking on thin ice. “Wh-what do you mean what kind? Just a regular, everyday model.”

 

Tomoyo looked suspiciously at him before grabbing a cushion and whacking him with it. “And you let him date a stupid blood headed bimbo? Some best friend you are!” She yelled. Eriol yelp with every blast of the pillow against his head. How is it possibly possible that cushions could hurt? ...Maybe he need to toughen up his manliness…he noted to himself to make sure to go to the gym more often

 

When Tomoyo stopped hitting her husband with the couch cushion, he was rubbing his head and mumbling stuff about `emotional,' `married,' `cushions,' and `gym.' Tomoyo looked down onto the floor. “That's not supposed to happen,” She whispered. “That's…not supposed to…happen.”

 

Eriol wrapped his arm around his wife while tucking her head under his chin. “It's Syaoran's life…and I shouldn't make his decisions for him…and you shouldn't do it for Sakura either. I know it's hard watching her grow up like this…but she's a grown girl…and she knows how to take care of himself.”

 

Tomoyo sighed and rested her back to Eriol's chest. “I know…but…don't you think…Sakura needs a break from all this hardship…?” Eriol shushed Tomoyo as they let the serene silence wash over them.

 

-

 

Sakura let her hand ran through the boiling water before stepping into her oval shaped bathtub. She giggled as the suds touch her skin as she settled down, wincing slightly as the scaling water subsided onto her skin. She closed her eyes as her mind wander to the night before.

 

She enjoyed it. As hard as she tried to deny it, she secretly enjoyed it. She secretly enjoyed how his hand would wandered where no man has gone before; she secretly enjoyed how his kisses would send butterflies in her stomach; she secretly enjoyed how by just saying her name, he'd send chills down her spine.

 

Sakura open her eyes and stared into space. Was she…was she in love? No way. Absolutely no way. Sakura convinced herself that it was merely a school girl crush…it just wasn't possible to fall in love with a person you met days ago. An arrogant person. An arrogant, cocky, stubborn, strong, gorgeous- no! She has to snap out of it. It was just a stupid one night stand. Nothing new. Sakura rethought her situation…maybe it was best if Tomoyo didn't know.

 

When Sakura fully convince herself that Syaoran simply didn't matter, she got out of the tub, only to notice that her skin was giving off steam and was beginning to form a sickening red color. Sakura sighed as she wrapped the towels around her. She had forgotten to turn the dial off the scorching level of water again.

 

-

 

Tomoyo was humming to herself quietly at her desk when she heard the elevator dinged. She look up to see Sakura walking in. Tomoyo frowned at the sight of Sakura's slightly red skin. Just what had she been doing?

 

“How are you?” Tomoyo asked uneasily. Sakura looked up to Tomoyo, and knew she was going to have to lie to her best friend again. “Fine…I'm fine,” she said quietly.

 

Tomoyo stared at Sakura as she took a seat on her couch. Something was up and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

 

“Slept well?” Tomoyo asked. Sakura froze when she heard Tomoyo asked her that. :”It was…satisfying” Well it was…in a way. Sakura thought bitterly, laughing silently at the irony.

 

Tomoyo got up and took a seat next to Sakura and place her hand on her knee. “Sweetie…what is it?” Sakura stare at Tomoyo before she closed her eyes as she rested her head against the couch.

 

“Tomoyo…,” Sakura began. Tomoyo gripped her hands together, preparing for the worst. “I think I'm getting fat.” Tomoyo stared at Sakura like she was crazy. Was this the reason why she was moping around like someone died?

 

“You're getting fat.” Tomoyo said, restating Sakura's answer. “You're getting fat.” She said again. Tomoyo lightly hit Sakura across the head. “Is this what you're sulking about? Just because you gain a couple pounds?” Sakura rubbed her head. “What…”

 

Tomoyo shook her head. “Unbelievable. Here I thought it was going to be a life-changing situation.” Sakura smile weakly at her cousin. She couldn't tell her. She just can't.

 

Tomoyo stood up and shook the imaginary dust off her lap and turn to Sakura. “Well, Ms. I-think-I'm-getting-fat, I'm going to get some cake…want to join me?” Sakura smiled, and she silently thanked Tomoyo for not pressuring her.

 

“Yeah…but you're treating this time…,” Sakura said to Tomoyo. Tomoyo looked shocked. “What? I treated last time!” She argued. “No, I did!” Sakura fought back. Yup, things were definitely normal.

 

-

 

Eriol sat across the seat from Syaoran and stared at his cousin. Things weren't as well as Eriol hoped. “So you're telling me…you slept with her…and you're still going to marry Ayumi?”

 

Syaoran looked up. “You make it sound so awful, Eriol.” Eriol scoffed between his bitter laugh. “Awful? What you did was beyond awful, Syaoran.”

 

Syaoran bit onto his bottom lip. He knew he shouldn't have done it. He wasn't even drunk. And now this is where his stupid so call `desires' have gotten him.

 

“It's not like…it's not like it matters,” he began. “Ayumi doesn't know, Sakura will more than likely to forget it, everything will be fine.”

 

Eriol glare at his cousin, sometimes he was an idiot. “Syaoran, listen to yourself. Even if it's fine with both of them, you're going to carry that guilt with you everywhere you go. And don't think Sakura is some girl you can just fuck and throw aside.”

 

Syaoran was shocked to hear Eriol's words. Eriol was a mild person and never use foul language unless he was angry...very, very angry.

 

“I….” Syaoran began but stopped. Eriol rubbed his temples. “What do you want, Syaoran? Do you really want to marry Ayumi?”

 

Syaoran stared at Eriol before his eyes travel down to the floor. “I…I don't know…,” he whisper silently. He really didn't. Did he love Ayumi? Yes….at least, he was supposed to.

 

Eriol looked at his distress cousin. If the current situation wasn't so serious, he would've laughed. How many people would pay to see the almighty Syaoran Li being confused over a girl? Two, nonetheless.

 

“Syaoran…lets forget about this whole ordeal. You're going back to Hong Kong, marry Ayumi, and Sakura will stay here. You two will never see each other again, and let's just keep it at that.” Syaoran nodded at Eriol's plan, but he really wasn't listening. “Anyways, your plan is schedule to leave in 3 hours, you have everything ready?”

 

“Yeah…,” He said quietly. What was he moping about? This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to forget everything and go back to Hong Kong. He was going to marry Ayumi, produce an heir, and live a happy and rich life.

 

If he had everything he wanted, why did he felt like he was leaving something behind?

 

-

 

Tomoyo and Sakura took a seat at their usual table. Sakura smiled as she remembered the last time she had been at the place, Tomoyo had broken the news about moving in with Eriol to her.

 

“What would you like, ma'm?” A waiter asked as she placed the napkin and utensils down. Sakura smiled at her and order a Nutty Graham Cake while Tomoyo ordered a Cranberry-Hazelnut Coffee Cake.

As they settle in and dig into their desserts, Sakura knew she was going to have to face this sooner or later.

“Tomoyo,” she began slowly. “I need to tell you something…about Syaoran.” Tomoyo's eyes lit up at the mention of her soon-to-be cousin in law. “Yes?” she asked, all too cheerfully.

“I...he…we…I…,” Sakura said, struggling to get the words out. “WeslepttogetherandIknowitwaswrongbutIdidn'tknowandIwasdrunksoyoucan' tblameme!” Sakura said quickly. Tomoyo stared at her cousin before smiling. “Could you repeat that?” She asked.

Sakura took a deep breath before slowly repeating what she said. “We slept together and I know it was wrong but I didn't know and I was drunk so you can't blame me.” Tomoyo bit her lips before looking back at her cousin.

“You don't…you don't have any feelings for him…do you?” She asked. Sakura stared at her cake, debating her answer. “No…I suppose I don't…,” She said, even though in her heart, she knew she was lying.

Tomoyo sighed in relief, and a little in disappointment too. She and Eriol had planned to get them too together and get rid of Ayumi somehow…but how were they going to when either were both too stubborn to admit it?

Just go along, She though quietly and pulled don a fake smile. “Great! Then there's nothing to worry about.” She assured Sakura. “It was only one night, and besides, Syaoaranhasafiancé.” Now she was the one talking too fast.

Sakura face fell. “Oh…does he…well…I wish him the best of luck then…” she said quietly. She didn't care. She did not care one bit. Not one fucking bit. “He's back in Hong Kong, right?” Sakura asked bitterly. Tomoyo nodded. “Good, he needs to stay in his stupid country.”

Tomoyo clasped her hands together. “Well, funny thing, Sakura,” she said as she laughed, a little frighten of what Sakura's reaction will be. “Eriol…has gone with Syaoran back to Hong Kong.”

Sakura looked at Tomoyo question look. “So?” She asked. “Well,” Tomoyo asked, shuffling her feet around. “Eriol went with him because…well, we hosting a Christmas show there…so um…we're leaving tomorrow…,” Tomoyo closed her eyes, waiting for the worst. After hearing nothing, she opened her eyes, to see Sakura gaping at her with her mouth hanging open. She should've closed her eyes for a few second longer.

“WHAT?”

-

This story is becoming crappier and crappier with every sentence I write. I know I can do better than thing…YOU know I can do better than this.

Please, excuse me for this chapter, it's so broken up, and…not put together. I really hope I can pull it back together by the next chapter…

Chapter 4. Stay

Cheers,
Bamboo-chan