Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Making a House a Home ❯ All to Myself ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Lord Archive 
Sakura has married her beloved, but is she ready to face all the changes in her life?
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.04.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 8.8K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Sakura has married her beloved, but is she ready to face all the changes in her life?
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.04.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 8.8K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Making a House a Home
Chapter 3: All to Myself
Characters are from Card Captor Sakura created by the fine ladies of CLAMP. They are used without consent nor intent for profit. All rights reserved.
This series is rated for mature audiences. If you are reading this, you should be an adult and act like one.
This series can be viewed as being both manga or anime continuation, as well as neither. While giving a nod to the end of the manga series, nothing contradictory to the anime will be stated. However, as this story is about Sakura and Syaoran's relationship, there will be no direct reference to magic either.
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"It is time to get up." Yelan barged into her son's master bedroom. She would've turned on the light, but it had not been turned off. Her son was still where he was when he had fallen asleep, holding his new wife and both completely naked. Their limbs were tangled together, shaking off any night chill with body heat rather than using a blanket. Her new daughter-in-law's legs were slightly spread and gave her a very clear look at dried cum matting what little pubic hair the girl had. There was little doubt that her son had truly married, and that he was already working on trying to make her a grandmother before his much older sisters.
Yelan shook her head. Half the reason for the marriage was for that very reason. She knew that last night had not been their first, and whether the two were married or not, they would continue to have sex. If the girl was to become pregnant with her grandchild, she would do so honestly as his wife.
Still, misgivings of her son's sex life was not going to get them anywhere. Yelan walked around the bed to the side Syaoran was sleeping on. She then grabbed his arm and gave a powerful tug that yanked him off the bed and onto the floor with a resounding thud.
"Huh? Wha?" Syaoran muttered.
"You forgot to set your alarm. There is much to be done and little time left to do it in. Now get up and get ready. We have business to take care of at your school before I leave for home," Yelan informed with seeming neutrality.
"Hooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!" Sakura screamed, scrambling to draw the blanket beneath her around her naked body.
Yelan gave a passing look at the girl. "Why don't you go ahead and take your shower now?"
Sakura literally leapt at the suggestion, taking the bed spread with her as she sprang from the bed. She only paused to grab a bag with fresh clothes on her way to the shower.
Syaoran watched her leave, then grinned a little. He began to gather clothes to wear for school.
"You just put something on for the moment and help me with breakfast. You don't have time to take a shower with her," Yelan ordered coldly.
Syaoran slouched. "Yes, Mother."
Yelan left her son and made her way to the kitchen. She smirked a little as Sakura let out another cry of surprise as she streaked from the now running washer machine to the western styled bathroom of her son's home.
Her son's home. That was something she had not wanted to think about. Yet it was something she had to accept. She should've known that when he had come to this land during his tenth year of life and spent some time here that he would develop some attachment. But how could she foresee that he would find love at such an age? Before his return to Hong Kong, he had pledged his love to a Japanese girl. And yesterday he had made good on that promise. Her son, her teenage son, was married with his own house and may even have his own children soon. How had this happened? How had she lost him so completely that her son now insisted on living in another country rather than the one that gave birth to him?
"Mother?" Syaoran called out in shock.
Yelan turned to look at her son, surprised that there were tears in her eyes. She grabbed him into a hug. "Make me proud, Syaoran. Make me proud. Don't you ever take your wife for granted. Don't make your marriage a mistake for petty mistakes. Never forget your love for her."
"Of course. But, Mother, why are you crying?" Syaoran wondered.
"I don't want to say good-bye to you. I want to pick you up and drag you back home." Yelan felt her son stiffen in her arms. "Yet I also want to see you grow up. To see what you can accomplish. You have a great potential and I do not want to stifle it for my own selfishness. You have found your heart, and I can only hope that it will help you soar."
Syaoran wasn't sure what to say to all that. He could only think of two words, "Thank you."
Yelan let go of her son. "Now we better hurry up with breakfast. We still have to inform your school of your wedding."
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The principal for Tomoeda Junior High Private Academy didn't look particularly imposing. In fact he was rather plain in appearance that made him hard to spot in a crowd. Yet to any child, just being the head of your school made the man a bit intimidating. It didn't help Sakura and Syaoran that their parents were present as well.
"Let me get this straight. Yesterday, Li Syaoran married Kinomoto Sakura, not because she might be pregnant, family arrangement, nor in dealing with immigration, but because they love each other?"
Syaoran nodded nervously. "Yes, sir."
"First Yamazaki, and now you. At least I understand their situation, but why did you get married?" the principal pressed.
"To deal with any issues their love may bring before there are any issues. They've been lovers, and this makes sure there will be no problems if she becomes pregnant," Yelan answered bluntly.
Sakura blushed and fidgeted.
"No problems besides her being expelled that is," the principal reminded. "This is a junior high school. Talk of marriage and having a baby shouldn't happen until the last year of senior high at the earliest. A doctor should take care of pregnancies. How can children hope to manage caring for a baby without any jobs for them to work? I'm not about to hand out worker permits to lust crazed children."
"Inheritance," Yelan replied simply. "It is all a matter of inheritance. Syaoran has access to what his father left him, and apparently Sakura has been left something from her mother as well."
"I do?" Sakura questioned in surprise.
"Yes," Fujitaka confirmed. "You will be finding out more about that on Sunday."
Sakura nodded in confusion.
"And I suppose them having children, even at their age, is a means to help secure the inheritance for future generations," the principal surmised.
"It was certainly a factor in it," Yelan agreed.
"And where will Kino... I mean Li Sakura be staying at now?" the principal asked.
"I'll be at Syaoran's house from now on," Sakura answered.
The principal shook his head. "And who'll act as their guardian?"
"No one." Yelan folded her arms. "Upon marriage, they've declared their independence from us. They are on their own as much as they would be if they had married as adults."
The principal massaged his forehead. "You've got no idea how stupid this all sounds to me. However, I don't have much say in this farce. What I do have control over is this school. If I find you two encouraging other students to be sexually active or getting married, you will face suspension."
"I don't think you've got much to worry about from my other friends. One is unlikely to get involved, and the other two would deal with pregnancy privately," Sakura informed him sheepishly.
"That is not comforting, Li Sakura," the principal groused. "I'll have your school files adjusted to your change of status. Unless you have anything else to say, you two should head for your classes and I need some aspirin..." The principal then muttered under his breath, "...or a stiff drink."
Syaoran raised his hand a little. "I'm afraid I'll be missing morning classes. I will be seeing my mother off at the airport. With luck, I'll be back by the end of lunch."
"Fine, fine," the principal grumbled. He glared at them as the family filed out of his office. "At least they didn't ask for a honeymoon."
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Sakura frowned at the rain pouring outside. She would've liked to be outside, eating her lunch near the front gate so she could greet her new husband as soon as he returned from the airport. Instead she had to settle for having her seat turned around so she could gaze out the window in hopes of catching sight of the cab that would be dropping him off.
"So, how does it feel to be married now?" Naoko asked giddily.
Sakura pouted, knowing her friends were going to keep distracting her with questions. "Really, I don't feel any different now. I felt more changed when I lost my virginity than signing a paper and having my name changed."
"But you're going to be living with Li-kun from now on, right?" Naoko pressed.
Sakura shrugged. "Considering the amount of time I spent at Syaoran's house, I was already practically living there."
Rika sighed. "I wish I could say the same."
"I could," Chiharu chirped in. "And trust me, the difference aren't all that noticeable at first. It's more something that takes time getting used to your new role that you realize you're not quite who you were before."
"How so?" Sakura wondered.
Chiharu folded her arms. "Let's put it this way: A few months ago you wouldn't catch me dead picking up his dirty and brown-streaked underwear, yet yesterday I grabbed them and tossed them into the wash without a second thought until AFTER I did it."
"Hey!" Takashi cried out.
Chiharu ignored him. "You'll find yourself doing more things for Li-kun that you wouldn't have done before."
"I see." Sakura pursed her lips in thought. "Though I kind of think I was doing that sort of stuff already. It certainly says something when you allow someone to hurt you just so he can feel pleasure."
There was a collective blink amongst her friends.
"Li-kun is a sadist?" Tomoyo questioned in shock and horror.
"Huh? He doesn't worship Satan," Sakura replied cluelessly.
"No, not Satanist. Sadist. That's someone who inflicts pain intentionally for sexual pleasure," Tomoyo corrected.
Sakura shook her head fiercely. "No, no, no, NO! I mean I let him fuck me up the ass!" Her eyes then widened and she wanted to crawl under a rock and die from what she had just blurted out to her entire class. Her blush was so intense that even her hands covering her face were red. "I didn't just say that, did I?"
"Tell us more!" one of her male classmates called out.
Chiharu glared at him. "If you have a death wish. Li-kun is the VIOLENT jealous type."
Tomoyo cast a flat look as well. "And is ranked in three different martial arts."
The boy didn't seem deterred by that, it only made a few of their classmates turn away. Though the small conversations that had been going on before the outburst didn't return.
"Any plans for the weekend, Naoko-chan?" Tomoyo questioned to get the conversation away from Sakura.
Naoko sighed dejectedly. "I'm still stuck on the story I'm writing for a contest. It just won't come out the way I want it to. How about you, Tomoyo-chan?"
Tomoyo shrugged. "I've got some new ideas for dresses I'd like to make, though some of them might not be needed just yet."
There was little question as to whom Tomoyo had meant to make those dresses for, and could only imagine what she might create for a newly married girl.
"I've got a date this Sunday," Rika added with a slight blush.
"House cleaning for me," Chiharu groused. "Splitting time between two homes means twice the chores."
"You should just move into my house and be done with it," Takashi advised.
"And upset your parents by having sex every night? I think not," Chiharu shot back.
Sakura intently looked at her lunch. "I get to empty my room Saturday. Moving all my stuff into Syaoran's house."
"Why do you keep saying it's his house?" Naoko asked. "Isn't it your house too, now?"
"I guess it is, but it doesn't feel like it is my home yet," Sakura admitted.
"Why not?"
The group looked over at the door and saw Syaoran walking toward them.
"Syaoran! Welcome back!" Sakura chirped nervously.
Syaoran grabbed a chair to sit next to his wife. "Why don't you feel that our house is yours?"
Sakura pouted. "I don't know. I'm just so used to my home being with Dad that I can't see your house as anything but yours. Maybe once I moved everything out of my room that it will feel more like I belong there."
Syaoran held her hand. "You've always belonged in my home."
"I know that. I just can't explain it. When I think of your house, it's still your house," Sakura insisted.
Takashi grinned. "I suppose you two haven't done the ritual yet."
"Ritual?" Syaoran wondered.
"Yes, there's a special ritual for breaking in a house and making it fully yours." Takashi pointed his finger up with a flared motion to add more to his words. "The ritual is to have sex in every room of the house. By doing this, you christen the house and synchronize it to yourselves through your sexual energies." He paused for a moment. "The ritual was first performed in ancient Greece as a mean to worship the goddesses of love, fertility and home. And since-"
Chiharu interrupted him with a meaty smack to the back of his head, causing him to head-butt the desk he was sitting at. "That's enough of your tall tales."
"Okay, so I don't know where the ritual started, but it IS a real ritual," Takashi insisted.
Chiharu sighed. "He might be right about that. After spending a weekend screwing him in every room of the Yamazaki household, it felt more like my home than my parent's house did."
Sakura gave a thoughtful look at the suggestion, while Syaoran glared at some boys that he just noticed were eavesdropping on their conversation.
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Sakura set the now empty plate that once held her simple dinner onto the coffee table on top of the one her new husband had already finished. She then gave a contented sigh as she snuggled against Syaoran while watching the news on the television. They already had sex twice since arriving at his home: once in the guestroom, where his mother had just spent the night in, and then in the laundry room, up against the washer machine while it was running. Having someone thrust into her while the washer shook was certainly an experience. The warmth inside her and the vibrations had been amazing, especially when the washer hit the spin cycle.
In truth, Sakura still wasn't sure if Yamazaki's story about the ritual was true, but performing it was certainly fun. So far they had done it in his bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, one guestroom and laundry room. That still left a lot of rooms to do it in. Though there was little doubt that the main room, the one they were currently in, would be the next one. The fact she was only wearing one of his T-shirts while he was clad in just a pair of boxers certainly helped the notion, not to mention that his hand was stroking her bare ass.
Sakura said nothing as his fingers slid over her flesh, raising goosebumps along her rear cheeks. She could feel him stretching to reach past her bottom, but she didn't move as wasn't quite ready for him to go there just yet. Failing that, his fingers found their way into her crack, causing her to shudder. His hand continued to drift around her rear, enticing her with increased desire. One that she was helping to fan in him as well with her hand inside his boxers through the odd opening in the front. No words have been uttered between them until she eeped out, "Syaoran!" when his pointed finger pushed it's way up her arse.
Syaoran frowned at her while quickly pulling his hand away. "You didn't like that?"
Sakura shook her head. "More surprised than anything."
"Ah." Syaoran's hand immediately returned and his fingers once more toying with her anus.
Sakura squirmed as he once again pushed his way into her backdoor. Slowly sliding his pointer finger back and forth, yet never fully pulling it out. When his middle finger joined the first, she let out another gasp of his name. This time he didn't stop. Instead his two fingers moved in every direction, working to stretch her arse. She wasn't entirely sure what he was planning next, but both ideals she had were not something she cared to do at the moment. She knew of one way to stop him, and she was thankfully his touch had made her ready enough for it.
Gently Sakura brought his dick out through the strange opening in the boxers and then guided his hand away from her bottom. Seductively she moved across the couch so that she was straddling him while facing the television. Slowly she lowered herself to sit on his lap, adjusting her legs as she went down. As his penis met her, she guided it into her. A long moan of pleasure escaped both their lips as her body engulfed his length deeply.
There was a bit of a mistake in doing this, Sakura belatedly noted. She had completely trapped her husband against the couch. She would have to do all the work. In a way, she didn't really mind it. Sure it would tire her out, but being in control helped her get pleasure out of sex. If left completely to Syaoran's whims, she'd rarely feel the joys of orgasm. With a mixed sigh, she began to bounce on his lap at a leisurely pace.
After a few moments, Sakura did get some help from Syaoran as his hands gripped her hips and tried to guide her into a faster rhythm. She tried to oblige, but the cushions and her angle on his lap made it difficult. She began to bend more and more over, grabbing the coffee table with her hands to push herself along. However the table had little weight to it and began to slide on the carpeted floor. Still, she needed it to keep up with the pace and position. She leaned even farther forward until her chest rested on the glass top, her body weight holding the movements down.
Readjusting her body to her new position, Sakura realized she had just become part of every man's fantasy: having sex with a girl while having an unobstructed view of the sports highlights being shown on the television. As the Japanese National Soccer Team scoring against the United States was replayed, he scored into her as well. His throbbing penis spewed another batch of his cum into her.
Sakura didn't stop her movements, trying to draw every last bit of pleasure he could give her. Even as he shrank inside her and lost his hardness, she kept going. She then let out a loud cry of surprise as her arse was suddenly speared deeply by his finger. A move both quickly came to regret considering his finger nail scratching her anal wall to the point he drew blood, and Sakura instinctively reacting to the sudden pain by sitting up quickly causing his semi-hard length to bend unnaturally. Though her regret was muted by his shifting length finally pushed her over the edge into mind-numbing bliss that caused her to fall back down onto the coffee table.
Syaoran tried to move his wife off him, but doing so only invited more pain from their awkward position. He was spared from suffering further punishment only after Sakura recovered enough to carefully pull away from him. His hands immediately went to his abused tool. "We've got to work on our positions."
Sakura rubbed her ass crack and then frown when she felt it a little moist. Examining her fingers showed them tinted red with a small amount of her blood. "You've got to trim your nails if you're going to keep putting your fingers in me."
Syaoran smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just trying to help you feel pleasure."
Sakura shove the pointer finger she used to check her ass to his face. "You could've asked or at least warned me before shoving it in like that."
Syaoran didn't register the scent of her ass on her finger until after he licked her blood off it. He made a sickened face and looked ready to hurl his dinner.
Sakura let out a giggle. "I guess that rules out you kissing my wound to make it all better."
Syaoran yanked her arm, causing her to fall onto the couch. He quickly moved himself and her body to expose her anus to open scrutiny. His playfulness dimmed noting how deep his nail had hurt her. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt you like that." He then purposefully and gently kissed her anal opening, going as far as licking the small trickle of blood around and into her arse hole.
Sakura gasped. "That's enough, Syaoran. No more, please."
Syaoran pulled away. "If you say so."
"Now why don't you go wash your hands and use some mouthwash. Then you can meet me in the empty room next to your room," Sakura told him seductively.
Syaoran frowned at her. "Our room, Sakura. OUR room."
"Fine the empty room next to OUR room. Happy?" Sakura huffed. "You do realize we're not done with the ritual yet?"
Syaoran nodded gravely. "I know. But it still hurts when you say it's mine, not ours."
"Sorry." Sakura pulled away from him and off the couch. Quickly making her way to kitchen to wash her own hands before going to a room Syaoran had purposely left empty with the intent of her being the one to decorate it for their first born baby. The shear concept of having her own child both deeply excited and scared her.
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Sakura was quite thankful today was one of the Saturdays that she didn't have any classes. She had a lot to do in preparing to take her stuff out of her bedroom and move it all to Syaoran's house. And her new husband wasn't going to be of any help, splayed out on her bed and mostly naked. As soon as her father left to tend to some business, Syaoran had practically insisted that they should not only make love, but that she would do so in her elementary school uniform. He said it had something to do with fulfilling his dream and making up for lost time. She didn't really understand it, but she wasn't about to disappoint him. However, thinking about sex wasn't going to get the daunting task ahead of her done.
Following the suggestion of her father, Sakura began placing her stuff into four piles. One would go to Syaoran's house, one to charity, one to be recycled, and the last would be thrown out. As she flipped through her clothes in the closet, she found herself frowning at most of them. "Maybe I should buy some new clothes."
"WHAT?!" Syaoran shot up from the bed. "You've got plenty of clothes right there."
Sakura pulled out a simple orange outfit she first wore in fifth grade. "This is even smaller than my elementary uniform and that was a bit too tight." She tossed it onto the charity pile, and then grabbed a shirt embroidered with teddy bears around the sleeves and over the breast pocket. "And this is far too cute for a married woman." She growled cutely while tossing that shirt and a few other shirts and a couple skirts onto the charity pile as well. "You've made sure that I'm no longer a little girl. I'm, well, too mature for most of these clothes, either physically or emotionally."
Syaoran palmed his forehead. "Sakura, I don't have unlimited resources. If we become broke before I get a real job, which won't happen for years, we're going to be on a one-way plane trip to Hong Kong."
Sakura huffed. "Surely I could get a few outfits."
"Just ask Daidouji. She'll certainly come up with some new outfits for you," Syaoran suggested.
Sakura flinched and turned away stiffly. "I don't want to be relying on her too much."
Syaoran shook his head. "Sakura, just think for a moment. We've got to work on building a life together. If you need clothes, it should be because you've grown out of them or because you're pregnant. Certainly not just because they're 'too cute.' I like you being cute."
Sakura pouted and fidgeted for a moment. "Syaoran... I'd rather delay having a baby any time soon."
"Huh?" Syaoran stared at her in confusion. "Sakura, we haven't been using protection."
"I know. I just figured if I got pregnant soon, I'd just postpone it with an abortion," Sakura admitted hesitantly.
Syaoran's mind went haywire. Having spent some time in Japan, he had learned about some of the odd cultural beliefs. The Victorian British influence of Hong Kong made this one point seem utterly alien to most natives of those islands. Sure, delaying the responsibilities and still enjoying the perks of sex sounded great, but he didn't like the idea of stopping his child and heir from being born. "Sakura... I don't know if I can agree to that."
"Why not? Wouldn't a baby tax your money far more than a few new outfits?" Sakura questioned seriously.
"Of course having a baby would be expensive. But it would be OUR child. A product of us." Syaoran scratched the back of his neck trying to think of how to better say what he wanted to. "Sakura, I'd be lying if the idea of being a father didn't scare me. Yet the idea of holding a baby that is part of you and me...."
"Excites you in a way you can't describe." Sakura sighed. "I know. I feel that way too. It's just... all too sudden. Having sex, getting married and now talk of having children. I just want time to catch my breath, you know? Get used to the changes in my life and to stop thinking of your house as being just your house. If in two months I find out I'm pregnant, I don't know how I'd cope with it all."
Syaoran slid off the bed and hugged his wife. "You always underestimate yourself. You are stronger than you realize. Even if you've already conceived our baby, I'm sure you'd make a great mother. You've already made me the happiest guy in the world."
"Aren't girls supposed to be the one to win arguments?" Sakura muttered with a joking tone.
Syaoran smirked. "It would if you didn't think with your heart all the time. I'm the one who has been your voice of reason."
Sakura poked his nose. "And look where that got me."
"As my beautiful wife." Syaoran grinned before kissing her.
Sakura reluctantly broke the kiss and pushed him away. "As much as my heart is telling me to listen to your 'reasoning,' my head tells me I really need to get working on sorting and packing or it'll never get done."
"I'll take care of your clothes. Anything that'll fit, you're keeping. Anything that doesn't is charity," Syaoran asserted.
Sakura sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't think I've given up entirely on the idea of getting a few new outfits."
Syaoran frowned. The idea of giving her a joint credit card like he had planned didn't sound like a good idea anymore.
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Sakura was quite amazed at all the stuff she had piled up. She didn't realize she had so much stuff. And despite Syaoran's efforts, there was still a considerable amount of clothes going to charity. She had held onto the innumerable outfits Tomoyo had given her over the years as they were presents from her dear friend, but the recent revelation of who Tomoyo really loved and the sizes of those clothes made her decide it was time to part with them. Though she did end up pulling out a few dresses to keep in hopes of passing them on to a daughter, particularly the two old styled English dresses that she had received one from a nice elderly British man and the other from her great-grandfather.
Syaoran was still trying to figure out why she would keep clothes that didn't fit. Especially after her assertion that she could use new clothes. As much as Japan had become famous as a throw away and recycle culture, Sakura had proven to be a borderline pack rat. She could've been worse, at least limiting herself to items that at had some sort of emotional attachment, but it still left her with far more stuff than any teenager should rightfully have. He was quite glad he left a couple rooms empty at their house, because one of them was about to become a storage room.
The newlyweds' thoughts interrupted with a knock at the door. Sakura opened the door and smiled at her father, who was carrying various empty boxes.
"How's your progress?" Fujitaka asked.
"As soon as we get all of this packed away or thrown out, we'll be all done," Sakura answered cheerfully.
Fujitaka nodded and set the boxes down on to the floor. "Sakura, could you sit down. There's something I need to tell you."
Sakura looked at her father nervously, somewhat fearing what he might say, but did as he asked. Her husband moved to sit next to her.
Fujitaka closed his eyes, trying to think of what to say. "Sakura, I guess there's no easy way to say this. This house is going to be sold soon."
Sakura's eyes widened. "HOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEE?!"
"It's really too big for just me to live in, and the commute to the university a bit too long. An apartment off campus would suit my needs a lot better. And the one I'm looking at is right off the bus route, so it would be easy for you to visit me, or for me to see you," Fujitaka explained in a tender tone.
"But Dad, this is your home! How can you move from here?" Sakura blurted practically near hysterics.
Fujitaka held his daughter's hands. "It has been a wonderful home to me, allowing me to see you and Touya grow up. But to remain here, alone, would be too quiet. It would make me think more about what I've lost here as well. It is time I started a new chapter in my life, just as you have."
"Dad..." Sakura trailed off, uncertain what to say. She couldn't help but still think of this home as belonging to her family. She didn't want to hand off her key to the house to some other family to live here. If she had a serious fight with Syaoran, she wanted to be able to skate her way home to her father. But he wasn't going to be here anymore. She had gotten married and remained in Tomoeda, and her father was the one that would be moving away. It didn't seem right. Yet she could understand his reasoning. This home would be haunted with memories, and she hated ghosts-- real or imagined. "If that's what you really want...."
Fujitaka hugged his daughter and laughed a little at the fact she had repeated his own words to him. "Yes, dear. This is what I need to do for myself."
Sakura tightened her hold. "I love you, Dad."
Fujitaka didn't want to let go, but knew he had to. He pulled away and appraised his tearful daughter. "I love you too, Sakura. Don't be a stranger at my apartment."
"I won't," Sakura promised.
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Sakura never realized how difficult it was being a newlywed, especially when you had stuff to do. Syaoran kept pawing at her, trying to make love to her one more time before the promised time a guest would arrive to explain just what her inheritance was from her mother. And while Sakura was sorely tempted, she knew she didn't have a lot of time to prepare. She needed to clean up evidence of the ritual from the various rooms the guest might see. And the cum stains on the couch were particularly being stubborn. She scowled at her husband as he merely watched her scrub the cushion. "Why don't you mop the kitchen?"
Syaoran shook his head. "Don't have a mop."
"Then soap up a rag and do it by hand," Sakura ordered. "We're going to have a guest soon!"
Part of Syaoran didn't like the idea of cleaning up signs of his conquest. Proof that Sakura was truly his. Yet he acceded to his wife's request. He didn't quite know how he'd answer a question of just what the stains were from her guest.
Sakura jumped when the doorbell rang. "It's too soon!" She flipped the cushion upside down, tossed the cleaning supplies into a hidden corner of the room and then rushed for the door while attempting straightened her appearance. She opened her door and greeted, "Hello."
"Hello, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo greeted with a bright smile.
"Tomoyo-chan! What are you doing here?" Sakura wondered. "I'm supposed to have a guest soon."
"I know." Tomoyo held up a brief case. "The paper work detailing your inheritance is right here. Mother would've done it, but work called. And heaven forbid a lawyer to work on a Sunday."
Sakura wanted to laugh at this. All her hectic cleaning, and her guest was someone who would actually video tape cum stains and report happily, 'Sakura had made love here.' "Come on in."
"Thank you for having me." Tomoyo followed her friend into the house.
Sakura pouted. "You don't have to be so formal. You're still my best friend."
Tomoyo shook her head. "Considering what we're about to discuss, I can't help but be formal."
"I guess." Sakura led the way to the dining room.
Tomoyo smirked seeing Syaoran scrubbing the floor. "You attempted the ritual, didn't you?"
Syaoran jumped. "Ah, hello, Daidouji."
"Well, actually that was from before learning about the ritual," Sakura admitted with a blush.
"I see." Tomoyo set the briefcase on to the dining table. "I guess the first thing I need to do is explain a bit of family history. And feel free to call me 'Tomoyo,' Syaoran-kun. We are family now."
Syaoran blinked. "We are?"
Tomoyo nodded and took a seat at the table and motioned for the newlyweds to sit across from her. "What I'm about to say is something that shouldn't be repeated." She sighed. "Our family situation began at the end of the second World War, when a British man moved to Tokyo in hopes of making a profit from helping rebuild Japan's economy. While he helped set up numerous businesses, the Japanese avoided dealing with someone who wasn't a national. His solution to the issues was to marry the only daughter to an affluent Japanese family, taking her family name. Now bearing the name Amamiya, he found it far easier to deal with other Japanese businesses.
"From what I was told, there wasn't much love in the marriage, yet his wife did give him two sons before she died. The second confirmed with DNA testing. The sons grew up very business-minded and when they took over their father's companies, they enhanced the prosperity of the family. Both sons eventually were arranged to marry women of means, further increasing the Amamiya holdings.
"Each son had a daughter at the same time. The elder son named his daughter Amamiya Nadeshiko, and the younger Amamiya Sonomi. The family's prosperity was at an all time high. On the birthday of my grandfather, Sakura-chan's grandfather gave him an Italian sports car. Giving it a test drive, all of our grandparents squeezed into the fast car and drove off. They were unfortunately very drunk. It was estimated they were driving at over two-hundred kilometers an hour when they hit the tree." Tomoyo paused giving them a moment to absorb what she had just said.
Sakura stared at her friend as if she was the one who had just run into a tree. "Our grandparents died like that?! The marriages were all arranged?!"
Tomoyo nodded. "Sad, but true. In four generations, only you and your mother married for love. All other marriages were more business deals. My own wedding will likely be much the same as theirs."
"You should start looking to find a boy you like. Don't let your husband be picked for you!" Sakura protested.
Tomoyo turned away. "Sakura-chan, you know very well now that I have no interest in boys. And you can be certain that mother will pick a man who will be very good to me."
Sakura flinched back away from her friend. "But Tomoyo-chan... You can't just give up on finding love."
"I've not given up on finding a person to love who loves me. I'll probably hire her as a personal maid or bodyguard." Tomoyo then looked over at the stunned speechless boy with them. "Of course, I could just skip being married and be a single mother. Perhaps we could have a threesome some time and let Syaoran father my child."
"TOMOYO-CHAN?!?" Sakura screeched.
Tomoyo smirked at her childhood friend. "Just kidding."
Sakura wasn't so sure it was entirely a joke and wasn't exactly happy with the drool leaking from her husband's face. "So what happened after our grandparents died?"
Tomoyo accepted the change of topic. "Our great-grandfather took custody of their children and held their inheritances in trust. He raised them as best he could, and loved your mother deeply. He very much wanted to make sure to find the perfect husband for her and started interviewing potential candidates while she was in junior high. Mother believes Aunt Nadeshiko found out about this and that she decided to find her own husband. And she picked a man Great-Grandfather just could not accept. Being in control of the inheritance, he denied giving his beloved granddaughter the money and control of the businesses left to her by her parents.
"And seeing as Touya-kun has seen fit to forgo the possibility of marriage, you are the only remaining heir to your grandfather's estate. While Great-Grandfather was tempted to deny you and hope one of your children would become a worthy heir, the estate would be taxed and he doubted he'd live to see the day your children marry."
"I see." Sakura sagged. "So, what have I inherited?"
"To put it simply, you're now my mother's boss if you so choose to take the role. With the exception of Daidouji Toys, which Mother took from my wayward father, you have between five and ten percent more shares than my mother in the companies that represent the Amamiya Group. Enough to chair any one of those companies and with my mother, you have majority control," Tomoyo explained.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Sakura wondered.
"Combining the shares of stock you now own with my mother's, you technically own over fifty percent of many companies. As such, you currently have access to approximately one-trillion yen," Tomoyo informed in all seriousness.
"One WHAT?!" Sakura cried out.
"One-trillion yen," Tomoyo repeated. "And that's the more liquid assets. Your properties, assets, and shares in stock places your worth at dozens of times that amount. You are now one of the wealthiest persons in Japan."
"I guess you can buy those outfits now," Syaoran muttered in disbelief.
"How? Why?" Sakura questioned, not believing this.
Tomoyo continued to stare forward at her friend. "As I explained already, our family has been brought about by business deals instead of love marriages. And it's because your mother defied Great-Grandfather she was skipped over for her share of the family estate. And what was to be her share is now yours. She was the only child of the first born son, and as such, she was supposed to gain the most."
Sakura grabbed at her hair. "What am I supposed to do with all that?!"
Tomoyo smiled devilishly. "That, Sakura-chan, will be for you to decide. You don't have to rush into anything. Mother and Great-Grandfather have been looking after your inheritance for years already, and may continue to do so until you're ready to take control of it-- if you decide to ever do so."
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Syaoran stretched lazily as he watched television. This was the first time since their marriage a week ago that he had spent any amount of real time away from his wife. Sakura had told him she needed to buy a few personal things, and when he figured out what she meant he was all too happy to let her go with her friends without him. He didn't want to end up holding absorbent pads... or any other female products, for that matter.
The front door opened and Sakura cried out, "I'm back!"
Syaoran frowned at her words. She didn't say 'I'm home.' He shook his head. "Find everything okay?"
"That and more." Sakura pulled something out of a bag, eagerly working to open and use it.
Syaoran didn't pay any attention. It didn't even matter how much she spent on it. With her inheritance combined with his, he would never have to work a day in his life. Though, truthfully, he'd rather work with Sakura to manage the many companies her family owned, making them more prosperous to give their future children. It would be years away before they would be able to make any meaningful business decisions and he wanted to enjoy this time with his new wife.
With a resounding thud, Sakura presented a dry erase board that was marked with their names on the right side and days of the week along the top, each divided by lines that formed somewhat square boxes across the board.
"What's that?" Syaoran wondered.
"A chore board," Sakura announced. "At the beginning of the week, we'll divide the jobs that need to be done. Such as cooking, dishes, laundry..."
Syaoran interrupted, "You can do the laundry."
Sakura huffed. "Syaoran, this is about SHARING the jobs. To make things easier for BOTH of us."
"I hate doing laundry, and you've got ten times more clothes than I do. You can do it all," Syaoran asserted.
Sakura folded her arms. "If I'm going to take one job completely, you need to take one completely as well."
"Like what?" Syaoran questioned.
Sakura thought for a second. "Yard work! I don't like mowing the lawn or raking leaves."
Syaoran shrugged. That would be something done once a week, not little by little over a long period of time. "Fine, I'll take the yard work."
"Okay, next we've got cooking and dishes. Since it's just the two of us, whoever doesn't cook does the dishes. At least most of the time. If you've got a major project or something, I can do both. And if I'm the one busy, you can do both. We can swap jobs if things happen and we need to do stuff. But it has to be just that, a SWAP-- one job for one job. And there's no pushing a job off until later. If either of us doesn't do a required job, it will remain that person's job until it is done." Sakura pointed at the board. "Any specific days you want to cook?"
"Do we have to do this?" Syaoran practically whined.
Sakura waved her hand across the main room, her fingers pointing at various dirty dishes, stains, and noticeable dust. "This isn't clean. The house isn't clean. If we don't start taking responsibility to take care of this house, it's going to fall apart."
"Couldn't we wait on that?" Syaoran pressed.
Sakura glared at him. She then smirked as she got an idea. "You know my brother was against us getting married. You don't want to make him believe he was right if the next time he comes here and the house is in complete shambles." She then poked at him. "You don't want to set a bad example to Yamazaki-kun when he's over, do you? And what would your mother say if she saw the way this place looked now?"
Syaoran sighed in defeat. "Fine, you win. I'll cook Sundays and Fridays, and do dishes for the rest of the week. And we'll go out to eat Saturday nights."
Sakura smiled in delight. "That's good. Now about cleaning the house, itself. Since we've let it go for a week, and made it rather dirty, we'll split the cleaning over the course of the weekend and between us."
Syaoran groaned.
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The school bell rang, ending the half-day of classes for that Saturday.
"Sakura-chan, will you be at my concert tonight?" Tomoyo questioned.
Sakura shook her head. "I'd love to go, but I have chores to do at home."
"Your father needs you to do something for him?" Tomoyo wondered.
Sakura blinked and then giggled.
"You finally said it," Syaoran noted with a grin.
Sakura nodded. "Syaoran and I have let our home go a bit since the marriage. I'm afraid I'll be spending the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning rooms."
Chiharu laughed, having overheard the conversation. "And probably take a little time making it even dirtier before getting to the cleaning."
"They are newly weds," Takashi agreed with his wife.
Sakura blushed. "Maybe once we're done with the rooms we're to clean today."
Tomoyo focused her camera on her best friend. "What got you to accept Syaoran's house as yours?"
Sakura paused in thought. "I'm not sure. It's been almost two weeks now, Dad has the 'For Sale' sign up at his house, and we've done the ritual. I guess if there was one thing, I'd have to say it's the chore board."
Chiharu looked confused. "Chore board?"
"It's a board that we write down the jobs that need to be done and who's going to do them and when," Sakura explain. "I grew up having everything I needed to do listed on the one Dad made."
Chiharu glanced at her own husband. "Maybe I should look into getting one."
"Gee, thanks," Takashi muttered.
Sakura moved and grabbed Syaoran's hand. "We've got to get home. See you all Monday."
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Coming Soon: Epilogue - In This Distant Town
Li Sakura finds she is no longer Kinomoto Sakura, in almost every way.
Chapter 3: All to Myself
Characters are from Card Captor Sakura created by the fine ladies of CLAMP. They are used without consent nor intent for profit. All rights reserved.
This series is rated for mature audiences. If you are reading this, you should be an adult and act like one.
This series can be viewed as being both manga or anime continuation, as well as neither. While giving a nod to the end of the manga series, nothing contradictory to the anime will be stated. However, as this story is about Sakura and Syaoran's relationship, there will be no direct reference to magic either.
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"It is time to get up." Yelan barged into her son's master bedroom. She would've turned on the light, but it had not been turned off. Her son was still where he was when he had fallen asleep, holding his new wife and both completely naked. Their limbs were tangled together, shaking off any night chill with body heat rather than using a blanket. Her new daughter-in-law's legs were slightly spread and gave her a very clear look at dried cum matting what little pubic hair the girl had. There was little doubt that her son had truly married, and that he was already working on trying to make her a grandmother before his much older sisters.
Yelan shook her head. Half the reason for the marriage was for that very reason. She knew that last night had not been their first, and whether the two were married or not, they would continue to have sex. If the girl was to become pregnant with her grandchild, she would do so honestly as his wife.
Still, misgivings of her son's sex life was not going to get them anywhere. Yelan walked around the bed to the side Syaoran was sleeping on. She then grabbed his arm and gave a powerful tug that yanked him off the bed and onto the floor with a resounding thud.
"Huh? Wha?" Syaoran muttered.
"You forgot to set your alarm. There is much to be done and little time left to do it in. Now get up and get ready. We have business to take care of at your school before I leave for home," Yelan informed with seeming neutrality.
"Hooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!" Sakura screamed, scrambling to draw the blanket beneath her around her naked body.
Yelan gave a passing look at the girl. "Why don't you go ahead and take your shower now?"
Sakura literally leapt at the suggestion, taking the bed spread with her as she sprang from the bed. She only paused to grab a bag with fresh clothes on her way to the shower.
Syaoran watched her leave, then grinned a little. He began to gather clothes to wear for school.
"You just put something on for the moment and help me with breakfast. You don't have time to take a shower with her," Yelan ordered coldly.
Syaoran slouched. "Yes, Mother."
Yelan left her son and made her way to the kitchen. She smirked a little as Sakura let out another cry of surprise as she streaked from the now running washer machine to the western styled bathroom of her son's home.
Her son's home. That was something she had not wanted to think about. Yet it was something she had to accept. She should've known that when he had come to this land during his tenth year of life and spent some time here that he would develop some attachment. But how could she foresee that he would find love at such an age? Before his return to Hong Kong, he had pledged his love to a Japanese girl. And yesterday he had made good on that promise. Her son, her teenage son, was married with his own house and may even have his own children soon. How had this happened? How had she lost him so completely that her son now insisted on living in another country rather than the one that gave birth to him?
"Mother?" Syaoran called out in shock.
Yelan turned to look at her son, surprised that there were tears in her eyes. She grabbed him into a hug. "Make me proud, Syaoran. Make me proud. Don't you ever take your wife for granted. Don't make your marriage a mistake for petty mistakes. Never forget your love for her."
"Of course. But, Mother, why are you crying?" Syaoran wondered.
"I don't want to say good-bye to you. I want to pick you up and drag you back home." Yelan felt her son stiffen in her arms. "Yet I also want to see you grow up. To see what you can accomplish. You have a great potential and I do not want to stifle it for my own selfishness. You have found your heart, and I can only hope that it will help you soar."
Syaoran wasn't sure what to say to all that. He could only think of two words, "Thank you."
Yelan let go of her son. "Now we better hurry up with breakfast. We still have to inform your school of your wedding."
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The principal for Tomoeda Junior High Private Academy didn't look particularly imposing. In fact he was rather plain in appearance that made him hard to spot in a crowd. Yet to any child, just being the head of your school made the man a bit intimidating. It didn't help Sakura and Syaoran that their parents were present as well.
"Let me get this straight. Yesterday, Li Syaoran married Kinomoto Sakura, not because she might be pregnant, family arrangement, nor in dealing with immigration, but because they love each other?"
Syaoran nodded nervously. "Yes, sir."
"First Yamazaki, and now you. At least I understand their situation, but why did you get married?" the principal pressed.
"To deal with any issues their love may bring before there are any issues. They've been lovers, and this makes sure there will be no problems if she becomes pregnant," Yelan answered bluntly.
Sakura blushed and fidgeted.
"No problems besides her being expelled that is," the principal reminded. "This is a junior high school. Talk of marriage and having a baby shouldn't happen until the last year of senior high at the earliest. A doctor should take care of pregnancies. How can children hope to manage caring for a baby without any jobs for them to work? I'm not about to hand out worker permits to lust crazed children."
"Inheritance," Yelan replied simply. "It is all a matter of inheritance. Syaoran has access to what his father left him, and apparently Sakura has been left something from her mother as well."
"I do?" Sakura questioned in surprise.
"Yes," Fujitaka confirmed. "You will be finding out more about that on Sunday."
Sakura nodded in confusion.
"And I suppose them having children, even at their age, is a means to help secure the inheritance for future generations," the principal surmised.
"It was certainly a factor in it," Yelan agreed.
"And where will Kino... I mean Li Sakura be staying at now?" the principal asked.
"I'll be at Syaoran's house from now on," Sakura answered.
The principal shook his head. "And who'll act as their guardian?"
"No one." Yelan folded her arms. "Upon marriage, they've declared their independence from us. They are on their own as much as they would be if they had married as adults."
The principal massaged his forehead. "You've got no idea how stupid this all sounds to me. However, I don't have much say in this farce. What I do have control over is this school. If I find you two encouraging other students to be sexually active or getting married, you will face suspension."
"I don't think you've got much to worry about from my other friends. One is unlikely to get involved, and the other two would deal with pregnancy privately," Sakura informed him sheepishly.
"That is not comforting, Li Sakura," the principal groused. "I'll have your school files adjusted to your change of status. Unless you have anything else to say, you two should head for your classes and I need some aspirin..." The principal then muttered under his breath, "...or a stiff drink."
Syaoran raised his hand a little. "I'm afraid I'll be missing morning classes. I will be seeing my mother off at the airport. With luck, I'll be back by the end of lunch."
"Fine, fine," the principal grumbled. He glared at them as the family filed out of his office. "At least they didn't ask for a honeymoon."
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Sakura frowned at the rain pouring outside. She would've liked to be outside, eating her lunch near the front gate so she could greet her new husband as soon as he returned from the airport. Instead she had to settle for having her seat turned around so she could gaze out the window in hopes of catching sight of the cab that would be dropping him off.
"So, how does it feel to be married now?" Naoko asked giddily.
Sakura pouted, knowing her friends were going to keep distracting her with questions. "Really, I don't feel any different now. I felt more changed when I lost my virginity than signing a paper and having my name changed."
"But you're going to be living with Li-kun from now on, right?" Naoko pressed.
Sakura shrugged. "Considering the amount of time I spent at Syaoran's house, I was already practically living there."
Rika sighed. "I wish I could say the same."
"I could," Chiharu chirped in. "And trust me, the difference aren't all that noticeable at first. It's more something that takes time getting used to your new role that you realize you're not quite who you were before."
"How so?" Sakura wondered.
Chiharu folded her arms. "Let's put it this way: A few months ago you wouldn't catch me dead picking up his dirty and brown-streaked underwear, yet yesterday I grabbed them and tossed them into the wash without a second thought until AFTER I did it."
"Hey!" Takashi cried out.
Chiharu ignored him. "You'll find yourself doing more things for Li-kun that you wouldn't have done before."
"I see." Sakura pursed her lips in thought. "Though I kind of think I was doing that sort of stuff already. It certainly says something when you allow someone to hurt you just so he can feel pleasure."
There was a collective blink amongst her friends.
"Li-kun is a sadist?" Tomoyo questioned in shock and horror.
"Huh? He doesn't worship Satan," Sakura replied cluelessly.
"No, not Satanist. Sadist. That's someone who inflicts pain intentionally for sexual pleasure," Tomoyo corrected.
Sakura shook her head fiercely. "No, no, no, NO! I mean I let him fuck me up the ass!" Her eyes then widened and she wanted to crawl under a rock and die from what she had just blurted out to her entire class. Her blush was so intense that even her hands covering her face were red. "I didn't just say that, did I?"
"Tell us more!" one of her male classmates called out.
Chiharu glared at him. "If you have a death wish. Li-kun is the VIOLENT jealous type."
Tomoyo cast a flat look as well. "And is ranked in three different martial arts."
The boy didn't seem deterred by that, it only made a few of their classmates turn away. Though the small conversations that had been going on before the outburst didn't return.
"Any plans for the weekend, Naoko-chan?" Tomoyo questioned to get the conversation away from Sakura.
Naoko sighed dejectedly. "I'm still stuck on the story I'm writing for a contest. It just won't come out the way I want it to. How about you, Tomoyo-chan?"
Tomoyo shrugged. "I've got some new ideas for dresses I'd like to make, though some of them might not be needed just yet."
There was little question as to whom Tomoyo had meant to make those dresses for, and could only imagine what she might create for a newly married girl.
"I've got a date this Sunday," Rika added with a slight blush.
"House cleaning for me," Chiharu groused. "Splitting time between two homes means twice the chores."
"You should just move into my house and be done with it," Takashi advised.
"And upset your parents by having sex every night? I think not," Chiharu shot back.
Sakura intently looked at her lunch. "I get to empty my room Saturday. Moving all my stuff into Syaoran's house."
"Why do you keep saying it's his house?" Naoko asked. "Isn't it your house too, now?"
"I guess it is, but it doesn't feel like it is my home yet," Sakura admitted.
"Why not?"
The group looked over at the door and saw Syaoran walking toward them.
"Syaoran! Welcome back!" Sakura chirped nervously.
Syaoran grabbed a chair to sit next to his wife. "Why don't you feel that our house is yours?"
Sakura pouted. "I don't know. I'm just so used to my home being with Dad that I can't see your house as anything but yours. Maybe once I moved everything out of my room that it will feel more like I belong there."
Syaoran held her hand. "You've always belonged in my home."
"I know that. I just can't explain it. When I think of your house, it's still your house," Sakura insisted.
Takashi grinned. "I suppose you two haven't done the ritual yet."
"Ritual?" Syaoran wondered.
"Yes, there's a special ritual for breaking in a house and making it fully yours." Takashi pointed his finger up with a flared motion to add more to his words. "The ritual is to have sex in every room of the house. By doing this, you christen the house and synchronize it to yourselves through your sexual energies." He paused for a moment. "The ritual was first performed in ancient Greece as a mean to worship the goddesses of love, fertility and home. And since-"
Chiharu interrupted him with a meaty smack to the back of his head, causing him to head-butt the desk he was sitting at. "That's enough of your tall tales."
"Okay, so I don't know where the ritual started, but it IS a real ritual," Takashi insisted.
Chiharu sighed. "He might be right about that. After spending a weekend screwing him in every room of the Yamazaki household, it felt more like my home than my parent's house did."
Sakura gave a thoughtful look at the suggestion, while Syaoran glared at some boys that he just noticed were eavesdropping on their conversation.
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Sakura set the now empty plate that once held her simple dinner onto the coffee table on top of the one her new husband had already finished. She then gave a contented sigh as she snuggled against Syaoran while watching the news on the television. They already had sex twice since arriving at his home: once in the guestroom, where his mother had just spent the night in, and then in the laundry room, up against the washer machine while it was running. Having someone thrust into her while the washer shook was certainly an experience. The warmth inside her and the vibrations had been amazing, especially when the washer hit the spin cycle.
In truth, Sakura still wasn't sure if Yamazaki's story about the ritual was true, but performing it was certainly fun. So far they had done it in his bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, one guestroom and laundry room. That still left a lot of rooms to do it in. Though there was little doubt that the main room, the one they were currently in, would be the next one. The fact she was only wearing one of his T-shirts while he was clad in just a pair of boxers certainly helped the notion, not to mention that his hand was stroking her bare ass.
Sakura said nothing as his fingers slid over her flesh, raising goosebumps along her rear cheeks. She could feel him stretching to reach past her bottom, but she didn't move as wasn't quite ready for him to go there just yet. Failing that, his fingers found their way into her crack, causing her to shudder. His hand continued to drift around her rear, enticing her with increased desire. One that she was helping to fan in him as well with her hand inside his boxers through the odd opening in the front. No words have been uttered between them until she eeped out, "Syaoran!" when his pointed finger pushed it's way up her arse.
Syaoran frowned at her while quickly pulling his hand away. "You didn't like that?"
Sakura shook her head. "More surprised than anything."
"Ah." Syaoran's hand immediately returned and his fingers once more toying with her anus.
Sakura squirmed as he once again pushed his way into her backdoor. Slowly sliding his pointer finger back and forth, yet never fully pulling it out. When his middle finger joined the first, she let out another gasp of his name. This time he didn't stop. Instead his two fingers moved in every direction, working to stretch her arse. She wasn't entirely sure what he was planning next, but both ideals she had were not something she cared to do at the moment. She knew of one way to stop him, and she was thankfully his touch had made her ready enough for it.
Gently Sakura brought his dick out through the strange opening in the boxers and then guided his hand away from her bottom. Seductively she moved across the couch so that she was straddling him while facing the television. Slowly she lowered herself to sit on his lap, adjusting her legs as she went down. As his penis met her, she guided it into her. A long moan of pleasure escaped both their lips as her body engulfed his length deeply.
There was a bit of a mistake in doing this, Sakura belatedly noted. She had completely trapped her husband against the couch. She would have to do all the work. In a way, she didn't really mind it. Sure it would tire her out, but being in control helped her get pleasure out of sex. If left completely to Syaoran's whims, she'd rarely feel the joys of orgasm. With a mixed sigh, she began to bounce on his lap at a leisurely pace.
After a few moments, Sakura did get some help from Syaoran as his hands gripped her hips and tried to guide her into a faster rhythm. She tried to oblige, but the cushions and her angle on his lap made it difficult. She began to bend more and more over, grabbing the coffee table with her hands to push herself along. However the table had little weight to it and began to slide on the carpeted floor. Still, she needed it to keep up with the pace and position. She leaned even farther forward until her chest rested on the glass top, her body weight holding the movements down.
Readjusting her body to her new position, Sakura realized she had just become part of every man's fantasy: having sex with a girl while having an unobstructed view of the sports highlights being shown on the television. As the Japanese National Soccer Team scoring against the United States was replayed, he scored into her as well. His throbbing penis spewed another batch of his cum into her.
Sakura didn't stop her movements, trying to draw every last bit of pleasure he could give her. Even as he shrank inside her and lost his hardness, she kept going. She then let out a loud cry of surprise as her arse was suddenly speared deeply by his finger. A move both quickly came to regret considering his finger nail scratching her anal wall to the point he drew blood, and Sakura instinctively reacting to the sudden pain by sitting up quickly causing his semi-hard length to bend unnaturally. Though her regret was muted by his shifting length finally pushed her over the edge into mind-numbing bliss that caused her to fall back down onto the coffee table.
Syaoran tried to move his wife off him, but doing so only invited more pain from their awkward position. He was spared from suffering further punishment only after Sakura recovered enough to carefully pull away from him. His hands immediately went to his abused tool. "We've got to work on our positions."
Sakura rubbed her ass crack and then frown when she felt it a little moist. Examining her fingers showed them tinted red with a small amount of her blood. "You've got to trim your nails if you're going to keep putting your fingers in me."
Syaoran smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just trying to help you feel pleasure."
Sakura shove the pointer finger she used to check her ass to his face. "You could've asked or at least warned me before shoving it in like that."
Syaoran didn't register the scent of her ass on her finger until after he licked her blood off it. He made a sickened face and looked ready to hurl his dinner.
Sakura let out a giggle. "I guess that rules out you kissing my wound to make it all better."
Syaoran yanked her arm, causing her to fall onto the couch. He quickly moved himself and her body to expose her anus to open scrutiny. His playfulness dimmed noting how deep his nail had hurt her. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt you like that." He then purposefully and gently kissed her anal opening, going as far as licking the small trickle of blood around and into her arse hole.
Sakura gasped. "That's enough, Syaoran. No more, please."
Syaoran pulled away. "If you say so."
"Now why don't you go wash your hands and use some mouthwash. Then you can meet me in the empty room next to your room," Sakura told him seductively.
Syaoran frowned at her. "Our room, Sakura. OUR room."
"Fine the empty room next to OUR room. Happy?" Sakura huffed. "You do realize we're not done with the ritual yet?"
Syaoran nodded gravely. "I know. But it still hurts when you say it's mine, not ours."
"Sorry." Sakura pulled away from him and off the couch. Quickly making her way to kitchen to wash her own hands before going to a room Syaoran had purposely left empty with the intent of her being the one to decorate it for their first born baby. The shear concept of having her own child both deeply excited and scared her.
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Sakura was quite thankful today was one of the Saturdays that she didn't have any classes. She had a lot to do in preparing to take her stuff out of her bedroom and move it all to Syaoran's house. And her new husband wasn't going to be of any help, splayed out on her bed and mostly naked. As soon as her father left to tend to some business, Syaoran had practically insisted that they should not only make love, but that she would do so in her elementary school uniform. He said it had something to do with fulfilling his dream and making up for lost time. She didn't really understand it, but she wasn't about to disappoint him. However, thinking about sex wasn't going to get the daunting task ahead of her done.
Following the suggestion of her father, Sakura began placing her stuff into four piles. One would go to Syaoran's house, one to charity, one to be recycled, and the last would be thrown out. As she flipped through her clothes in the closet, she found herself frowning at most of them. "Maybe I should buy some new clothes."
"WHAT?!" Syaoran shot up from the bed. "You've got plenty of clothes right there."
Sakura pulled out a simple orange outfit she first wore in fifth grade. "This is even smaller than my elementary uniform and that was a bit too tight." She tossed it onto the charity pile, and then grabbed a shirt embroidered with teddy bears around the sleeves and over the breast pocket. "And this is far too cute for a married woman." She growled cutely while tossing that shirt and a few other shirts and a couple skirts onto the charity pile as well. "You've made sure that I'm no longer a little girl. I'm, well, too mature for most of these clothes, either physically or emotionally."
Syaoran palmed his forehead. "Sakura, I don't have unlimited resources. If we become broke before I get a real job, which won't happen for years, we're going to be on a one-way plane trip to Hong Kong."
Sakura huffed. "Surely I could get a few outfits."
"Just ask Daidouji. She'll certainly come up with some new outfits for you," Syaoran suggested.
Sakura flinched and turned away stiffly. "I don't want to be relying on her too much."
Syaoran shook his head. "Sakura, just think for a moment. We've got to work on building a life together. If you need clothes, it should be because you've grown out of them or because you're pregnant. Certainly not just because they're 'too cute.' I like you being cute."
Sakura pouted and fidgeted for a moment. "Syaoran... I'd rather delay having a baby any time soon."
"Huh?" Syaoran stared at her in confusion. "Sakura, we haven't been using protection."
"I know. I just figured if I got pregnant soon, I'd just postpone it with an abortion," Sakura admitted hesitantly.
Syaoran's mind went haywire. Having spent some time in Japan, he had learned about some of the odd cultural beliefs. The Victorian British influence of Hong Kong made this one point seem utterly alien to most natives of those islands. Sure, delaying the responsibilities and still enjoying the perks of sex sounded great, but he didn't like the idea of stopping his child and heir from being born. "Sakura... I don't know if I can agree to that."
"Why not? Wouldn't a baby tax your money far more than a few new outfits?" Sakura questioned seriously.
"Of course having a baby would be expensive. But it would be OUR child. A product of us." Syaoran scratched the back of his neck trying to think of how to better say what he wanted to. "Sakura, I'd be lying if the idea of being a father didn't scare me. Yet the idea of holding a baby that is part of you and me...."
"Excites you in a way you can't describe." Sakura sighed. "I know. I feel that way too. It's just... all too sudden. Having sex, getting married and now talk of having children. I just want time to catch my breath, you know? Get used to the changes in my life and to stop thinking of your house as being just your house. If in two months I find out I'm pregnant, I don't know how I'd cope with it all."
Syaoran slid off the bed and hugged his wife. "You always underestimate yourself. You are stronger than you realize. Even if you've already conceived our baby, I'm sure you'd make a great mother. You've already made me the happiest guy in the world."
"Aren't girls supposed to be the one to win arguments?" Sakura muttered with a joking tone.
Syaoran smirked. "It would if you didn't think with your heart all the time. I'm the one who has been your voice of reason."
Sakura poked his nose. "And look where that got me."
"As my beautiful wife." Syaoran grinned before kissing her.
Sakura reluctantly broke the kiss and pushed him away. "As much as my heart is telling me to listen to your 'reasoning,' my head tells me I really need to get working on sorting and packing or it'll never get done."
"I'll take care of your clothes. Anything that'll fit, you're keeping. Anything that doesn't is charity," Syaoran asserted.
Sakura sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't think I've given up entirely on the idea of getting a few new outfits."
Syaoran frowned. The idea of giving her a joint credit card like he had planned didn't sound like a good idea anymore.
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Sakura was quite amazed at all the stuff she had piled up. She didn't realize she had so much stuff. And despite Syaoran's efforts, there was still a considerable amount of clothes going to charity. She had held onto the innumerable outfits Tomoyo had given her over the years as they were presents from her dear friend, but the recent revelation of who Tomoyo really loved and the sizes of those clothes made her decide it was time to part with them. Though she did end up pulling out a few dresses to keep in hopes of passing them on to a daughter, particularly the two old styled English dresses that she had received one from a nice elderly British man and the other from her great-grandfather.
Syaoran was still trying to figure out why she would keep clothes that didn't fit. Especially after her assertion that she could use new clothes. As much as Japan had become famous as a throw away and recycle culture, Sakura had proven to be a borderline pack rat. She could've been worse, at least limiting herself to items that at had some sort of emotional attachment, but it still left her with far more stuff than any teenager should rightfully have. He was quite glad he left a couple rooms empty at their house, because one of them was about to become a storage room.
The newlyweds' thoughts interrupted with a knock at the door. Sakura opened the door and smiled at her father, who was carrying various empty boxes.
"How's your progress?" Fujitaka asked.
"As soon as we get all of this packed away or thrown out, we'll be all done," Sakura answered cheerfully.
Fujitaka nodded and set the boxes down on to the floor. "Sakura, could you sit down. There's something I need to tell you."
Sakura looked at her father nervously, somewhat fearing what he might say, but did as he asked. Her husband moved to sit next to her.
Fujitaka closed his eyes, trying to think of what to say. "Sakura, I guess there's no easy way to say this. This house is going to be sold soon."
Sakura's eyes widened. "HOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEE?!"
"It's really too big for just me to live in, and the commute to the university a bit too long. An apartment off campus would suit my needs a lot better. And the one I'm looking at is right off the bus route, so it would be easy for you to visit me, or for me to see you," Fujitaka explained in a tender tone.
"But Dad, this is your home! How can you move from here?" Sakura blurted practically near hysterics.
Fujitaka held his daughter's hands. "It has been a wonderful home to me, allowing me to see you and Touya grow up. But to remain here, alone, would be too quiet. It would make me think more about what I've lost here as well. It is time I started a new chapter in my life, just as you have."
"Dad..." Sakura trailed off, uncertain what to say. She couldn't help but still think of this home as belonging to her family. She didn't want to hand off her key to the house to some other family to live here. If she had a serious fight with Syaoran, she wanted to be able to skate her way home to her father. But he wasn't going to be here anymore. She had gotten married and remained in Tomoeda, and her father was the one that would be moving away. It didn't seem right. Yet she could understand his reasoning. This home would be haunted with memories, and she hated ghosts-- real or imagined. "If that's what you really want...."
Fujitaka hugged his daughter and laughed a little at the fact she had repeated his own words to him. "Yes, dear. This is what I need to do for myself."
Sakura tightened her hold. "I love you, Dad."
Fujitaka didn't want to let go, but knew he had to. He pulled away and appraised his tearful daughter. "I love you too, Sakura. Don't be a stranger at my apartment."
"I won't," Sakura promised.
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Sakura never realized how difficult it was being a newlywed, especially when you had stuff to do. Syaoran kept pawing at her, trying to make love to her one more time before the promised time a guest would arrive to explain just what her inheritance was from her mother. And while Sakura was sorely tempted, she knew she didn't have a lot of time to prepare. She needed to clean up evidence of the ritual from the various rooms the guest might see. And the cum stains on the couch were particularly being stubborn. She scowled at her husband as he merely watched her scrub the cushion. "Why don't you mop the kitchen?"
Syaoran shook his head. "Don't have a mop."
"Then soap up a rag and do it by hand," Sakura ordered. "We're going to have a guest soon!"
Part of Syaoran didn't like the idea of cleaning up signs of his conquest. Proof that Sakura was truly his. Yet he acceded to his wife's request. He didn't quite know how he'd answer a question of just what the stains were from her guest.
Sakura jumped when the doorbell rang. "It's too soon!" She flipped the cushion upside down, tossed the cleaning supplies into a hidden corner of the room and then rushed for the door while attempting straightened her appearance. She opened her door and greeted, "Hello."
"Hello, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo greeted with a bright smile.
"Tomoyo-chan! What are you doing here?" Sakura wondered. "I'm supposed to have a guest soon."
"I know." Tomoyo held up a brief case. "The paper work detailing your inheritance is right here. Mother would've done it, but work called. And heaven forbid a lawyer to work on a Sunday."
Sakura wanted to laugh at this. All her hectic cleaning, and her guest was someone who would actually video tape cum stains and report happily, 'Sakura had made love here.' "Come on in."
"Thank you for having me." Tomoyo followed her friend into the house.
Sakura pouted. "You don't have to be so formal. You're still my best friend."
Tomoyo shook her head. "Considering what we're about to discuss, I can't help but be formal."
"I guess." Sakura led the way to the dining room.
Tomoyo smirked seeing Syaoran scrubbing the floor. "You attempted the ritual, didn't you?"
Syaoran jumped. "Ah, hello, Daidouji."
"Well, actually that was from before learning about the ritual," Sakura admitted with a blush.
"I see." Tomoyo set the briefcase on to the dining table. "I guess the first thing I need to do is explain a bit of family history. And feel free to call me 'Tomoyo,' Syaoran-kun. We are family now."
Syaoran blinked. "We are?"
Tomoyo nodded and took a seat at the table and motioned for the newlyweds to sit across from her. "What I'm about to say is something that shouldn't be repeated." She sighed. "Our family situation began at the end of the second World War, when a British man moved to Tokyo in hopes of making a profit from helping rebuild Japan's economy. While he helped set up numerous businesses, the Japanese avoided dealing with someone who wasn't a national. His solution to the issues was to marry the only daughter to an affluent Japanese family, taking her family name. Now bearing the name Amamiya, he found it far easier to deal with other Japanese businesses.
"From what I was told, there wasn't much love in the marriage, yet his wife did give him two sons before she died. The second confirmed with DNA testing. The sons grew up very business-minded and when they took over their father's companies, they enhanced the prosperity of the family. Both sons eventually were arranged to marry women of means, further increasing the Amamiya holdings.
"Each son had a daughter at the same time. The elder son named his daughter Amamiya Nadeshiko, and the younger Amamiya Sonomi. The family's prosperity was at an all time high. On the birthday of my grandfather, Sakura-chan's grandfather gave him an Italian sports car. Giving it a test drive, all of our grandparents squeezed into the fast car and drove off. They were unfortunately very drunk. It was estimated they were driving at over two-hundred kilometers an hour when they hit the tree." Tomoyo paused giving them a moment to absorb what she had just said.
Sakura stared at her friend as if she was the one who had just run into a tree. "Our grandparents died like that?! The marriages were all arranged?!"
Tomoyo nodded. "Sad, but true. In four generations, only you and your mother married for love. All other marriages were more business deals. My own wedding will likely be much the same as theirs."
"You should start looking to find a boy you like. Don't let your husband be picked for you!" Sakura protested.
Tomoyo turned away. "Sakura-chan, you know very well now that I have no interest in boys. And you can be certain that mother will pick a man who will be very good to me."
Sakura flinched back away from her friend. "But Tomoyo-chan... You can't just give up on finding love."
"I've not given up on finding a person to love who loves me. I'll probably hire her as a personal maid or bodyguard." Tomoyo then looked over at the stunned speechless boy with them. "Of course, I could just skip being married and be a single mother. Perhaps we could have a threesome some time and let Syaoran father my child."
"TOMOYO-CHAN?!?" Sakura screeched.
Tomoyo smirked at her childhood friend. "Just kidding."
Sakura wasn't so sure it was entirely a joke and wasn't exactly happy with the drool leaking from her husband's face. "So what happened after our grandparents died?"
Tomoyo accepted the change of topic. "Our great-grandfather took custody of their children and held their inheritances in trust. He raised them as best he could, and loved your mother deeply. He very much wanted to make sure to find the perfect husband for her and started interviewing potential candidates while she was in junior high. Mother believes Aunt Nadeshiko found out about this and that she decided to find her own husband. And she picked a man Great-Grandfather just could not accept. Being in control of the inheritance, he denied giving his beloved granddaughter the money and control of the businesses left to her by her parents.
"And seeing as Touya-kun has seen fit to forgo the possibility of marriage, you are the only remaining heir to your grandfather's estate. While Great-Grandfather was tempted to deny you and hope one of your children would become a worthy heir, the estate would be taxed and he doubted he'd live to see the day your children marry."
"I see." Sakura sagged. "So, what have I inherited?"
"To put it simply, you're now my mother's boss if you so choose to take the role. With the exception of Daidouji Toys, which Mother took from my wayward father, you have between five and ten percent more shares than my mother in the companies that represent the Amamiya Group. Enough to chair any one of those companies and with my mother, you have majority control," Tomoyo explained.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Sakura wondered.
"Combining the shares of stock you now own with my mother's, you technically own over fifty percent of many companies. As such, you currently have access to approximately one-trillion yen," Tomoyo informed in all seriousness.
"One WHAT?!" Sakura cried out.
"One-trillion yen," Tomoyo repeated. "And that's the more liquid assets. Your properties, assets, and shares in stock places your worth at dozens of times that amount. You are now one of the wealthiest persons in Japan."
"I guess you can buy those outfits now," Syaoran muttered in disbelief.
"How? Why?" Sakura questioned, not believing this.
Tomoyo continued to stare forward at her friend. "As I explained already, our family has been brought about by business deals instead of love marriages. And it's because your mother defied Great-Grandfather she was skipped over for her share of the family estate. And what was to be her share is now yours. She was the only child of the first born son, and as such, she was supposed to gain the most."
Sakura grabbed at her hair. "What am I supposed to do with all that?!"
Tomoyo smiled devilishly. "That, Sakura-chan, will be for you to decide. You don't have to rush into anything. Mother and Great-Grandfather have been looking after your inheritance for years already, and may continue to do so until you're ready to take control of it-- if you decide to ever do so."
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Syaoran stretched lazily as he watched television. This was the first time since their marriage a week ago that he had spent any amount of real time away from his wife. Sakura had told him she needed to buy a few personal things, and when he figured out what she meant he was all too happy to let her go with her friends without him. He didn't want to end up holding absorbent pads... or any other female products, for that matter.
The front door opened and Sakura cried out, "I'm back!"
Syaoran frowned at her words. She didn't say 'I'm home.' He shook his head. "Find everything okay?"
"That and more." Sakura pulled something out of a bag, eagerly working to open and use it.
Syaoran didn't pay any attention. It didn't even matter how much she spent on it. With her inheritance combined with his, he would never have to work a day in his life. Though, truthfully, he'd rather work with Sakura to manage the many companies her family owned, making them more prosperous to give their future children. It would be years away before they would be able to make any meaningful business decisions and he wanted to enjoy this time with his new wife.
With a resounding thud, Sakura presented a dry erase board that was marked with their names on the right side and days of the week along the top, each divided by lines that formed somewhat square boxes across the board.
"What's that?" Syaoran wondered.
"A chore board," Sakura announced. "At the beginning of the week, we'll divide the jobs that need to be done. Such as cooking, dishes, laundry..."
Syaoran interrupted, "You can do the laundry."
Sakura huffed. "Syaoran, this is about SHARING the jobs. To make things easier for BOTH of us."
"I hate doing laundry, and you've got ten times more clothes than I do. You can do it all," Syaoran asserted.
Sakura folded her arms. "If I'm going to take one job completely, you need to take one completely as well."
"Like what?" Syaoran questioned.
Sakura thought for a second. "Yard work! I don't like mowing the lawn or raking leaves."
Syaoran shrugged. That would be something done once a week, not little by little over a long period of time. "Fine, I'll take the yard work."
"Okay, next we've got cooking and dishes. Since it's just the two of us, whoever doesn't cook does the dishes. At least most of the time. If you've got a major project or something, I can do both. And if I'm the one busy, you can do both. We can swap jobs if things happen and we need to do stuff. But it has to be just that, a SWAP-- one job for one job. And there's no pushing a job off until later. If either of us doesn't do a required job, it will remain that person's job until it is done." Sakura pointed at the board. "Any specific days you want to cook?"
"Do we have to do this?" Syaoran practically whined.
Sakura waved her hand across the main room, her fingers pointing at various dirty dishes, stains, and noticeable dust. "This isn't clean. The house isn't clean. If we don't start taking responsibility to take care of this house, it's going to fall apart."
"Couldn't we wait on that?" Syaoran pressed.
Sakura glared at him. She then smirked as she got an idea. "You know my brother was against us getting married. You don't want to make him believe he was right if the next time he comes here and the house is in complete shambles." She then poked at him. "You don't want to set a bad example to Yamazaki-kun when he's over, do you? And what would your mother say if she saw the way this place looked now?"
Syaoran sighed in defeat. "Fine, you win. I'll cook Sundays and Fridays, and do dishes for the rest of the week. And we'll go out to eat Saturday nights."
Sakura smiled in delight. "That's good. Now about cleaning the house, itself. Since we've let it go for a week, and made it rather dirty, we'll split the cleaning over the course of the weekend and between us."
Syaoran groaned.
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The school bell rang, ending the half-day of classes for that Saturday.
"Sakura-chan, will you be at my concert tonight?" Tomoyo questioned.
Sakura shook her head. "I'd love to go, but I have chores to do at home."
"Your father needs you to do something for him?" Tomoyo wondered.
Sakura blinked and then giggled.
"You finally said it," Syaoran noted with a grin.
Sakura nodded. "Syaoran and I have let our home go a bit since the marriage. I'm afraid I'll be spending the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning rooms."
Chiharu laughed, having overheard the conversation. "And probably take a little time making it even dirtier before getting to the cleaning."
"They are newly weds," Takashi agreed with his wife.
Sakura blushed. "Maybe once we're done with the rooms we're to clean today."
Tomoyo focused her camera on her best friend. "What got you to accept Syaoran's house as yours?"
Sakura paused in thought. "I'm not sure. It's been almost two weeks now, Dad has the 'For Sale' sign up at his house, and we've done the ritual. I guess if there was one thing, I'd have to say it's the chore board."
Chiharu looked confused. "Chore board?"
"It's a board that we write down the jobs that need to be done and who's going to do them and when," Sakura explain. "I grew up having everything I needed to do listed on the one Dad made."
Chiharu glanced at her own husband. "Maybe I should look into getting one."
"Gee, thanks," Takashi muttered.
Sakura moved and grabbed Syaoran's hand. "We've got to get home. See you all Monday."
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Coming Soon: Epilogue - In This Distant Town
Li Sakura finds she is no longer Kinomoto Sakura, in almost every way.