Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Fatal Attraction ❯ Stay ( Chapter 4 )

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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- 24, Eriol- 25

Note: Sakura, Tomoyo, Eriol and Syaoran are fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and English. Sakura, who moved around with her father in for archeology digs, is fluent in Spanish. Syaoran is fluent in French, German, and Spanish. (Seems like we have the whole package…^^;;;)

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. - Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

Chapter 4. Stay

 

Sakura fumed as she sat on the plane seat. She hated this. HATED it. Why didn't Tomoyo tell her this earlier? She would've prepared better. Actually, she would've grabbed a bag full of clothes and ran away, but hey, no one needed to know that.

 

Tomoyo looked across from her seat as she noticed Sakura glaring at the clouds. She sighed. She should've told Sakura sooner, but knowing Sakura, she would've grabbed a duffle bag of clothes and ran away to God knows where. Tomoyo looked down at her watch and noted that it was 1:30. She sighed again.

 

3 more hours to go.

 

3 more hours of silence.

 

3 more hour of staring at the blank white clouds.

 

Joy.

 

(AN: I don't really know if it's 3 hours from Tokyo to Hong Kong, so lets assume that)

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Eriol looked uneasily at his cousin. He winced as he thought of scenarios of how Syaoran would react. And so far, none of them were pretty.

 

“…and the progress is really going well, what do you think, Eriol?” Eriol jumped in his seat when he heard his name. “Uh, I think it's a great idea!” he said as he plastered a smile of his face. What were they talking about again?

 

Syaoran gave his cousin a weird look. “Um, alright…we'll continue this conference tomorrow then…” As people got out of their seats and headed toward the door, Eriol advanced toward Syaoran.

 

“Say Syaoran,” he began, Syaoran looked up at his cousin. “Yeah?” Eriol bit his lips. Well, here goes nothing.

 

“Tomoyo and a friend of hers are coming over here for a couple of months…is it possible for them to occupied your house for that time being? Since there's barely anyone residing in it and all,” he asked uneasily. Eriol closed his eyes, waiting for him to get rejected.

 

“Sure,” Syaoran simply said. Eriol open his eyes. “Sure?” he asked, unsure if he heard correctly, “Sure?” he asked again.

 

Syaoran looked up in confusion, “yes…sure…besides, we need a couple more people inhabiting that place…it gives me the creeps sometimes,” Syaoran shuddered as he remembered the times when he was the only person sleeping in his wing, he could've sworn he heard voices late at night.

 

Eriol grinned. Nice, He thought. Everything was falling into place. “Well…I'm going to leave now…the girls are landing in a couple hours,” Eriol said as he began to head for the door. Syaoran just gave him a wave without looking up, signaling for him to get out of his conference room.

 

Eriol stepped out of the building as he pulled on his sunglasses. He got into his car and started the engine. Then he pulled out his phone and dial Tomoyo's number.

 

“Hello?” a soft voice picked up. “Hey, Muffin-pie,” Eriol said into the phone. Tomoyo giggled. “And hello to you, too, Snookie-bear. How did it go with Syaoran?”

 

Eriol held his boyish grin, “He said he's getting lonely in that house.” Tomoyo squealed. “And Sakura?” Tomoyo looked at her cousin before grinning herself. “She'll get use to it.”

 

Eriol's grin grew wider. “Perfect. Phase 1, complete.”

-

Amazing wasn't even the word. It was indescribable. Sakura stared at the huge skyscrapers of Hong Kong. Sure, she heard about the beauty of it, but she never saw it herself. She had been to Hong Kong occasional times for business deals…but it was always 2-3 day trips.

 

“C'mon Sakura, Eriol's waiting for us by the gate,” Tomoyo said as she dragged her cousin away from the window.

 

Tomoyo spotted her husband and waved for him to come over. Eriol went up and gave his wife a kiss. He noticed Sakura was still staring out the huge windows. “Wow…” she whispered.

 

“Is Hong Kong always this pretty?” she asked while looking at one of the lakes. They were in one of the Li's private airports, but Sakura didn't need to know that.

 

“If you think it's pretty now, wait till it gets dark,” Eriol said from behind her. Sakura turned around and smiled. “Oh I know! I can't wait!” she said as she childishly jumped up and down.

 

Eriol chuckled as he led them out of the airport and to his limo. He gestured for them to get in. Tomoyo did but Sakura stared at him. “What about our luggage?” she asked.

 

Eriol shook his head. “Sakura, Sakura, Sakura…you don't travel much do you?” he asked teasingly. Sakura crossed her arm over her chest. “I prefer to stay loyal to my home country, thank you very much.”

 

Eriol chuckled lightly at Sakura's behavior. “It's being picked up and shipped to the place you're staying as we speak.” Sakura raised a brow. “And just where are we staying?” she asked suspiciously.

 

Tomoyo gulped as she heard Sakura's question as she caught onto Eriol's pleading look. “A friend of mine!” she exclaimed quickly.

 

Sakura's brow disappeared higher into her bangs. “Oh? You never told me you had friends in Hong Kong, Tomoyo.” Tomoyo looked guiltily at Sakura. “He's…a friend…of….a friend…” Sakura was quite amused at Tomoyo's reaction but decides to let it slide.

 

“Whatever,” she said, “I just hope it has a nice view.” Eriol grinned. “Oh, you'll be surprised,” he said as he climbed into the passenger's seat as they sped off to their destination.

-

When Sakura got out of the limo, her breath was cut short at the breathless view. Eriol was right. She knew it would be a sight to see, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

 

Instead of blinding neon lights and heavy traffic, they were actually in the more suburban part of Hong Kong. The house, which looked more like a mansion with every passing glance, was actually on a small plateau. Behind the house was a big lake and a field of grass that seems to go on forever. Beside the mansion were the stables where they kept the horses. And there was even a garden at the front of the house, covered in exotic flowers; however, there were more peonies that any other ones.

 

Sakura's thought was interrupted when Eriol came and stood next to her. “Like what you see?” Sakura breathed out again. “Eriol, this is beautiful! I never knew Hong Kong could have a place like this!”

 

Eriol chuckled lightly. “You give them less credit then they deserve, Sakura.” Sakura looked around one more time before ascending toward the door. Before the double doors was a circled drive-through, and just beyond that were the gates.

 

“So, who's the person that owns this place?” Eriol and Tomoyo stopped dead in their tracks. “Uh, my cousin,” Eriol answered meekly. “Ah, that was real nice of them,” Sakura said before she stepped into the household.

 

Eriol smiled weakly. Tonight wasn't going to be pretty.

-

Syaoran was reading over one of his documents when his phone rang; he sighed when he saw who was calling. “Hello,” he answered to the phone.

 

“Syaoran…” Ayumi softly said on the other line. Syaoran knew better to fall for her act. “Yes?” he said, annoyed. “Tell your secretary to let me in…she said I must have an appointment.”

 

“Well, you do. I'm busy Ayumi, what do you need?” Ayumi pouted. “Do I need a reason to see my own fiancée?” She asked. Syaoran sighed. “Alright, hold on.” He then press on his intercom. “Isami? Let her in.”

 

Syaoran heard the door clicked but didn't look up until Ayumi was by his side. She wrapped her arms around him before whispering seductively into his ear. “Let's go out and eat tonight.”

 

Syaoran looked up into her crystal blue eyes. “Sorry. Family stuff,” he lied. But hell, he wasn't in the mood.

 

Ayumi spun his chair around to face her and glared at him. “What's up. You keep missing my calls and you reject my every attempt to ask you out. Is there something you want to tell me?”

 

Syaoran stared at the woman in front of him before answering. “I've just been really tired and stressing out…you know, I just got back from that trip to Japan and there's a lot of stuff to catch up here.”

 

Ayumi loosened her grip on his chair and wrap her arms around his neck as she pressed her body against his. God, she couldn't wait to have him in her bed again. She tilted his head up as she eagerly took his mouth into hers.

 

Syaoran growled against her mouth before bringing her closer and prompting her on his desk as he stood up. His hand traveled lightly up her legs as she moans into his mouth.

 

He lied when he said he wasn't in the mood. Hell, with a body like that, who are you to refuse?

-

Sakura squealed for the umpteenth time that day when she found the room she was sure she was staying in.

 

It wasn't too big and wasn't too small. The walls were creamed colored and the curtains were mahogany red, done in a Victorian style. Her bed was a four poster bed made out of cherry wood with light pink bed sheets. The bathroom had fluffy pink carpet and the bath tub was an oval shape, just like her old bathroom.

 

Sakura ran outside the room and yelled, “I found my room!” She ran downstairs again to pick up her luggage to find the maids already carrying her bags to her room.

 

“Oh, you really don't have too,” Sakura said as she tried to take back her own luggage. The maid simply shook her head and said, “It's our job.”

 

“But I insist,” Sakura said again, trying uselessly to get her bag back.

 

Unfortunately, the maid tugged harder. “It's (tug) not (tug) a problem (tug),”

 

Sakura finally gave up after 2 rounds of useless tugging and decided to find Eriol and Tomoyo. She heard a noise in the kitchen before pushing open the door.

 

Oh, how she wish she didn't.

 

“Ew! Gross! You guys! We have to cook on that!” Eriol looked up from Tomoyo's neck as she was prompt on the counter. She quickly jumped off and fixed her blouse, a bit flushed. They both mumble a small apology before looking up at her.

 

“Found your room?” Tomoyo asked. Sakura look stunned. “How'd you know?” Tomoyo have a light laugh, “Only you would come squealing across the whole mansion just because you found a room.”

 

Sakura stuck out her tongue before grabbing Tomoyo's hand and tugging her to the direction of her new found room.

 

“It's really pretty!” Sakura said excitedly. “You can get a really beautiful view of the lake from behind the curtains. And the thing is, the lake is actually blue! Not puke green!” Sakura exclaimed.

 

Eriol came in while the two girls were chattering away about the view. “Oh?” he began, “You got the room with the view, huh?” Sakura nodded happily. “This just so happen to be the room next to the owner of this household,” Eriol said.

 

Sakura looked up in surprise. “Oh, who would've thought? I'm sure we'll get along fine.” Eriol laughed uneasily. “Aha…ha…ha…,” If only you knew, Sakura, he added quietly to himself, if only you knew.

-

Syaoran arrived home late at night, around 1 A.M. He growl as he kicked his door in, his keys still intact in the keyhole.

 

He had a shitty night. After him and Ayumi were “done”, they went out to eat, only to have wine spilt on her new dress, which, he may add, that he pay for. And if that wasn't enough, Ayumi started to blame him for it. Him! Sometimes he wondered what he sees in her.

 

Right, the body.

 

Syaoran slowly walked up the stairs. Being too lazy to turn on the lights, he tried to feel his way toward his room.

 

Keyword being tried.

 

When Syaoran got to the room he thought was his, he open the door and stumble in. Okay, so maybe after the whole Ayumi incident he went to a bar to get a drink. Maybe a couple drinks.

 

Syaoran took off his shirt and took off his pants, only to be left with his boxers on. He crawled into bed and instantly passed out.

 

So what he didn't take a shower. He'd smell like shit in the morning anyways. So what he didn't discard his clothes in the hamper, the maids would do that for him. So what if he didn't felt that lump next to him when he passed out. It didn't matter. All that did was him, his beauty sleep, and the oh-so comfy pillow.

 

Oh how he would later regret for ignoring that piece of lump.

-

If Sakura was 5, she might have believed that the being who was currently holding her was her mom, protecting her from the monster under the bed.

 

If Sakura was 5, she might have believed that the being who was currently holding her was her brother, protecting her from the bullies at school.

 

If Sakura was 5, she might have believed that the being who was currently holding her was her dad, protecting her from the nasty little bugs that crawl upon the place.

 

Too bad she wasn't 5.

 

Sakura groaned as she felt the sunlight hit her face. She felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist.

 

Her brows furrowed. Who in the world…Sakura quickly sat up to come face to face to a very familiar scenario.

 

She did the same thing she did before.

 

She screamed.

-

Tomoyo in the kitchen, setting the table when she heard a very unappealing scream. She looked over to Eriol, who just shrugged. She smiles. Maybe breakfast wouldn't be so boring after all.

-

Syaoran groaned. Why, why, must he always wake up to such a piercing scream? He squint his eyes. And who in the goddamn world open his drapes? Note to self, he thought, fire the maid.

 

He open his eyes and sat up to the person he least expected to see. Sakura was staring at everything but him.

 

Awkward silence.

 

“Um,” they both began. “No, you go first,” they said at the same time again.

 

Then another awkward silence came.

 

Thoughts were going through Sakura's head like crazy. WHAT is he doing here? I thought I never had to see him again…and what is he doing in my bed without a freakin' shirt!? Oh my lord, I already woke up two times this week to a naked man…mother, I'm so sorry…

 

Syaoran on the other hand…Why the hell is she in my room? Why the hell is she on my bed?...I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything…did I?

 

After of what seemed like an eternity had passed, Syaoran was the first one to speak. He cleared his throat.

 

“Um, so what are you doing in my room…?” Sakura gaped at him. “Your room? Excuse me, look around,” And that's exactly what Syaoran did. And when his eyes landed back on Sakura, his mouth formed a big `O.'

 

Sakura grinned in triumph, but it quickly slipped away when a smirk crawl open Syaoran's face as he move closer to her. He pulled her toward him by her wrist as she knelt between his legs. Sakura eyes widened, to shock to do anything.

 

He grinned into her ear as whispered seductively, “You sure you don't want to continue where we left off?” Sakura reddened, his breath tickled her skin and she remember the feeling of his lips there. How is it possible to get so aroused by a mere sentence?

 

It took Sakura a second to react, and when she did, she yanked her wrist away. She raised her hand and…

 

Syaoran felt a sting on his cheek. He was still trying to gather his thoughts together when Sakura pulled away from him and put on her robe. “You stupid prick!” She yelled. “Don't touch me!” She spat with disgust in her mouth.

 

Before Syaoran could say anything, Sakura already slammed the door on him.

 

Who does he think he is? Sakura thought as she walked down the stairs, trying to find the kitchen. Grabbing me like that, oh, what would Touya say?

 

Sakura found her destination and pushed through the double doors that led to the kitchen. The smelled of pancakes attack her nose and she instantly forgot about the little scene that happen earlier.

 

Sakura smiled as she found herself a seat at the oval table and settle herself in a seat. Ah, strawberry pancakes. Life can't seem to get better than this.

 

Tomoyo noticed Sakura was there and smile at her. “Good morning, darling,” she said as she added more mix to the pan. Sakura smiled. “Morning,” she answered back with a yawn.

 

“Good night sleep?” Sakura frowned. “Sort of.” Like hell she was going to admit that she actually liked the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.

 

Tomoyo set the pancakes down and smiled. “4 stack of strawberry pancakes top with extra maple and butter!” She said and she set the orange juice down.

 

Sakura smiled and began eating pancakes. Tomoyo was still in the process of making the last pancake when Sakura called for her attention.

 

“Tomoyo,” she called out. Tomoyo looked at Sakura, “Yeah?” she replied. Sakura stared at her cousin for a couple seconds before asking, “Why didn't you tell me this was Li's place?”

 

She had asked it in such a calm tone that Tomoyo got a little scared. “Oh, I thought you knew…” she answered slowly.

 

Sakura took another bite of her pancake. “Oh, well, I booked a flight back to Tokyo today at 4.” Tomoyo stared at her like she was crazy.

 

“But, but, but, why? We just got here! You can't leave, the show, the city, the food!” Tomoyo exclaimed as she desperately tried to get Sakura to stay.

 

Sakura finish the last of her pancakes before shaking her head. “Sorry, what done is done. Besides, I hardly doubt the owner of this household would like me here. I'll be doing both of us a favor.”

 

Sakura casually strolled out of the kitchen, leaving Tomoyo speechless. She sighed as she set the plate down on the table. She needed a talk with Eriol.

 

Little did she know, that was the same thing going through a certain amber eye person.

-

“Achoo!” Eriol sneezed at his desk. He frowned. Someone was talking about him again.

 

Just as he was about to go back to what he was doing, his door flew open, to reveal a very aggravated looking Syaoran.

 

“Well, hello, dear cousin,” Eriol said, quite amused, “What brings you here?” Syaoran glared at the azure eye man. “Cut the crap, Eriol, what's she doing here?”

 

“Well, you tell me. She handed in the résumé and you handpicked her to do your laundry and replace your towels and-”

 

“Not the maid, Eriol! Sakura!” Syaoran said as he cut him off.

Eriol raised a brow, “Well I asked if Tomoyo and her friend could…” Syaoran groaned as he fell back onto the sofa. “I should've guessed.”

 

Another brow roused. “Would you like to tell me what happen?” Eriol asked as he folded his hands and looked at Syaoran.

 

Syaoran stared at him. Creepy son of a gun. Getting all into his psychiatrist mode again. He sighed. “Her room is right next to mines, (Eriol grinned) and last night I was out of it and-”

 

“You fucked her?!?!” Syaoran gave Eriol a dirty look. “No, you sick son of bitch, I just thought it was my bed and crashed on it-don't give me that look!”

 

Before Eriol could retort, his door flew open again, this time to reveal Tomoyo. He threw his hands up in the air. “Can a man get some privacy around here? What if I was naked when you guys barged in like that?”

 

All it took was a glare from Tomoyo to shut Eriol up, which earn him a `pathetic' from Syaoran.

 

“Shut up, both of you,” and that's exactly what those two did. Tomoyo took a deep breath before continuing. “Sakura's leaving.”

 

The two men eyes widened. “Why?” Eriol asked. Tomoyo looked at her husband with a look of `are you kidding me' across her face. “What do you think?” Eriol made an `O.'

 

Syaoran looked confused. Why would she…oh…

 

Syaoran knew why she wanted to leave.

 

And no, he did NOT hurriedly walk out of the room because Tomoyo was sending him death glares.

-

Sakura sat on her bed, stuffing all her contents into her bag. “Stupid, arrogant, rotten, no good son of a-”

 

“Wow, Ms. Kinomoto, I never knew you thought so highly of me,” a voice said from behind her.

 

Sakura didn't have to turn around to figure out who that was.

 

“What do you want?” she asked. The last thing she needed was him in her room.

“Where are you going?” Okay, that was a dumb question, but he needed to start somewhere.

 

Sakura scoffed, “Away from you.”

 

Ouch.

 

That hurt a little.

 

“Why?” Sakura sighed and turned around to face him, to see that he was already leading on one of the bed posts. “Cut the small talk, what do you want?”

 

Syaoran sat down on her bed, causing Sakura to make a fail attempt to scoot away from him. “Why do you want to leave?”

 

Sakura looked at him for a second before she zipped up her bags and carry them over near the door. “Look, I'm doing us both a favor. We obviously can't stand to be within a meter of each other.”

 

“I never said that,” Syaoran said from where he stood. Sakura looked up at him in surprise. “What…?”

 

Syaoran let out a frustrated sigh, his hands in his hair. “Look, I know we got off a bad start, and I don't know what I did to get you so mad, but sometimes I'm not aware of my actions and I guess not many people could tolerate it…”

 

If Sakura wasn't so surprise, she would've giggled. He was actually trying to apologize.

 

“…and I didn't know what overcame me this morning to acted like that, I guess I wasn't thinking straight, but it was kind of awkward, since your room is next to mine and all…and what I'm trying to say is, stay. Don't let me ruin your stay here, and it gets kind of lonely here and we need a few more people to lighten this place up.”

 

Sakura let out a small smile. So he wasn't such a heartless bastard after all. “Alright…but only because I really like it here,” Syaoran let out a toothy grin.

 

“So are we good?” he asked. Sakura smiled at him, “Yeah, we are.”

 

Sakura was about to leave when Syaoran stopped her. “I was wondering…would you like to join me for lunch?” Sakura looked at him. Wow. Not even two minutes and he was already asking for a date.

 

But then Syaoran quickly added, “If you're not busy, that is,” Sakura smiled, “Yeah, that'll be great.”

 

Who knew Syaoran Li could be such a flirt?

 

“And Li-,” Syaoran interrupted. “Syaoran,” Sakura looked at him, “Pardon?” Syaoran smiled, “Call me Syaoran.”

 

Sakura giggled. “Well, Syaoran,” she said, emphasizing the word, “you can call me Sakura and you're forgiven for this morning.”

 

Syaoran chuckled and faked wipe his head “Whew, one less thing to worry about.”

 

Sakura laughed.

 

Who knew it could sound so delightful?

 

It was like music to his ears.

-

Gah, sorry for the late update…I got side tracked in my life and my schedule was completely thrown off.

 

Does anyone think I'm going to fast with the story? This chapter kicked and screamed but I finally pulled it through and am quite satisfy with it, lol.

I was thinking, should I write another chapter from Sakura's POV again? I really like writing from her perspective cause it adds more of her into it…I dunno, you tell me.

 

Oh, and any ideas for shameless fluff is always good, lol, Ayumi will make her appearance again in the next chapter, so look out for that…I think that's it…

 

Anyways, don't forget to review! (I want to reach 50 before next chap)

 

Chapter 5. Fiancée

 

Cheers,

Bamboo-chan

 

P.S. I have an Inuyasha one-shot coming out, so look for that! (Oh..this is an CCS story..xD)