Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ No, don't forget me.... ❯ She is coming home... ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter 1: She is coming home…

 

The morning of the June shone through the huge cream curtains of the master bedroom. A body was stirring through the covers trying to fight off the call of the morning. Tangling himself more in his covers, Li Syaoran slowly began to wake….

 

“Oh, Kami-sama! She is coming home today! My wife, my love… is COMING HOME TODAY!” Syaoran shouted as he jumped out of bed, still tangled.

 

His gorgeous amber eyes flashed into life as his happy thoughts overwhelmed him. He fell back on the bed, making his already rough messy chocolate brown sexy hair even messier! (^_^) Syaoran sighed. His handsome, strong, so prefect million-dollar face shined with happiness. He loved his wife, truly and dearly, he loved her. Today would be another great day in his whole life. Today he would feel her again, look at her again, talk to her again, be with her again….

 

How very wrong he was….

 

Looking around their bedroom, Syaoran grabbed his black jeans and ran into the bathroom. Furiously brushing his teeth, he checked his reflection in the mirror. He grinned. `You love sick bastard, go clean the house! She is coming!' His thoughts battled of what he had to do before his wife came.

 

He continued to wash himself (a quick shower now… ^_^), trying to get the sleep out of his body. The cool crystal clear water splashed onto him, making water droplets drip all over and down him from gravity's sake.

 

Water traces down his upper body. Syaoran has been in training for many years, so naturally he would have the body of a (what many girls call it) *sex god*. He was so muscular but to a very mouth watering extent. His rock hard chest beamed with water as he turns for more, his powerfully built arms contracts turning the showerhead. The water traced the outlines of his well-developed six packs. (Now that is the prefect upper body! ^_^) Syaoran closes his eyes. His strong hands running through his dripping wet rough messy chocolate brown sexy hair then down to his ever so broad soft robustious shoulders. (I'll leave the bottom half of him until much later… I know you hate me… hehehe… ^_^) Finally he got out and went grab a tower, rubbing himself dry, his wet rough messy chocolate brown sexy hair still a catastrophe.

 

Syaoran managed to get his black jeans zipped up before he marched downstairs to see the mess. Complete and utter disaster. His mouth fell open at the sight of their house. It's been two weeks since his wife had gone, and he, the husband had seen to it to turn their house into a blown up junkyard! (o.O)

 

“Ooopsy…. How am I going to fix all of this? And before she comes? Oh, Kami-sama!” Syaoran voiced to the living room.

He looked around observing the dirty work. Syaoran walked into the kitchen looking around to see that is was the worst place in the whole damn house!

 

`Some breakfast would do no harm. I wonder what's in the fridge.' He thought as opened it.

 

“AHHH! SHUT THE FRIDGE!” A stuffed animal named Kero shouted out to Syaoran's face.

Syaoran reacted with the same thoughts as Kero, slamming the fridge door shut and driving under the table. Finally realising it was only the stuffed animal, he sighed, got up and he opened it again.

 

“AHHH! CLOSE THE FRIDGE!” Kero shouted his lungs out.

 

“GRRR! KERO SHUT UP! It's ME! Syaoran! What the hell are you doing in the fridge you stuffed animal?!?!?!” He glared hard.

 

“STUFFED ANIMAL?!?!?! Why BIG BRAT are you shouting at ME?” Kero shot back.

 

“ME? ME shouting at you! You - ” He poked Kero. “ - Stuffed animal was shouting at me for opening the fridge! My own fridge! What the hell are you doing in there anyway?” Syaoran spat still glaring.

 

“I, Keroberos was guarding the chocolate cake from you! I was in here all night! So I am a hero! So I can shout! So I can protect the cake and be very cold!” He smiled crossing his small golden arms.

 

“Well excuse me, stuffed animal! I just OPENED the fridge to get BREAKFAST! I WOULDN'T EAT THE CAKE I MADE FOR MY WIFE! Anyway, I was just getting a chocolate pudding…” He eyed Kero, as he saw the stuffed animal's face contract into a nervous smile. “Kero… you didn't eat ALL the chocolate pudding, did you?” He breathed dangerously.

 

“Err…” Trying to think fast for an excuse. “I… Hey, new hair cut?” Kero knew his life was going to end pretty much about… now.

 

“STUFFED ANIMAL!” Syaoran tried to grab Kero but missed by a millimetre! Seeing that this was his chance to escape Kero lunged into the massive living room. Quickly he started thinking and looking around for a *suitable* hiding place. Syaoran angrily stepped out of the kitchen into the living room. He fell down anime style to see the huge and magnificent Keroberos standing right in front of him.

 

“Do I get the feeling that you won't try to kill me anymore?” Kero smirked at the fallen Syaoran.

 

“No. I'll just wait until you're the stuffed animal! ANYWAY, Kero! I don't have time for this! She'll be here in a few goddamn hours! I need to clean up - ” Syaoran grabbed Kero's tail and put it over his shoulder. “ - your going to help me, baka!”

 

“ARRGGG! Fine, fine. I'll only work with you because she is FINALLY coming back, to save me from the BIG BRAT!” He finally growled out before transforming into his temporary form.

 

Syaoran and Kero have been stuck together for two whole weeks. (As the author I can say that it was hell before your eyes… o.O) They both have been on each other's case since the front door closed behind the woman who left for two weeks. The house had then become a battlefield! With furniture, clothes, any objects and even food becoming bullets to kill its enemy. Although there had been times when Syaoran and Kero became civilised, which is namely dinner.

 

Kero flew pass Syaoran saying he will take care of the kitchen, if Syaoran took care of the whole house. Syaoran smirked. “Sure! Let you guard the cake and kitchen. While I be the dumb-ass donkey cleaning everything else. Hmmm… no.”

 

Kero looked at him sharply. “Fine. Just call me, ok? Can you handle saying my name? I'll start at the kitchen though, baka!” With that he flew into the kitchen. Syaoran looked after Kero, thinking. `Stuffed Animals!' Syaoran looked around again, mentally cursing himself for SO much mess. He decided that there is no way to clean this house fully in time. So he used the first thing that merged inside his mind. Magic. Simple, easy and effective, but ok energy consuming. Syaoran slowly began to smile as he saw the house cleaning itself. He had to sit down because slowly it was draining his magic. But he kept on smiling.

 

After about four hours the whole house was spotless! Even the gardens and front lawns were clean! Syaoran observed his cleaning work proudly still smiling softly.

 

Syaoran wanted to waste no time. He sought to make a huge dinner, thinking very hard of his wife's favourite meals. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw a completely different picture though. Kero was slowly turned as he sensed a deep green aura fill the room, he frown. “You finished? It's only been four hours, what could have the BIG BRAT cleaned in that time? The toilet?” Kero fought off sniggers.

 

“Well, even for the Guardian Beast… you, stuffed animal are useless! Look at the kitchen! It's still a mess! I thought my magic would have cleaned it.” Syaoran frowned, making him clearly think that his magic wasn't good enough.

 

“HA! HA! HA! See your magic can't beat mine, I blocked you!” Syaoran face boiled up with anger. “ I mean… well, you didn't know so…” Kero finished nervously.

 

“KERO! I USED MY MAGIC FOR FOUR DAMN HELL HOURS! I'M TOO TIRED AND WEAK TO USE ANYMORE! YOU BAKA STUFFED ANIMAL! NOW WE HAVE TO CLEAN THIS WHOLE PLACE WITHOUT MAGIC!” He breathed deeply, his anger on thin ice. He couldn't take it. So continuing…. “CLEAN THIS WHOLE KITCHEN BEFORE SHE COMES! I HAVE TO MAKE DINNER!” He stormed out of the kitchen, muttering curses, which bounced off the walls.

 

“Calm down you BAKA! You're not the only one with MAGIC!” Kero steamed after him. At this point, Kero grasped, he was facing a spotless kitchen. “AHHH!”

 

Syaoran ran in hysterically! “What is it?! What happened?! Kero, I said - ” Syaoran eyes open to the size of dustbin lids. His whole mouth practically dropped to the floor. The kitchen was completely clean, everything in its place and ready for use i.e. cooking! Kero looked at Syaoran beaming happily at him.

 

“You baka! Your magic is really powerful. Your anger caused the kitchen to clean itself immediately. Remember I told you that your emotions affect your magic greatly, since you are a person of great and powerful emotions. Especially your anger. You have just gained another magical skill, controlling things by emotions or anger.” He frowned a bit. “ I warn you though, this can lead to dangerous complications, Syaoran. Except the unexpected.” With that little magical speech, he floated off in the direction of upstairs.

 

“Kero, I'm… sorry. I just feel….” Syaoran hesitated. Kero smiled warmly.

 

“I know, kid. But we can worry about this later. Right now you need to worry about dinner, and taking a bath. I'm going to shower and sleep, wake me when the door bell rings!” He smirked happily while going his way.

 

“KAMI-SAMA! DINNER!” He ran to the shove and started the most wondrous dinner a husband could ever make. (^_^ You know we love him really!)

 

By five thirty dinner was cooked and left to cool. Syaoran really wanted to wash himself, as the kitchen made him sweat from the steam and heat. He turned off the stove and hobs, then lights and left. Walking lazily towards the stairs, Syaoran thought that this was a very long day… but completely worth it.

 

Reaching the master bedroom, he opened a very expensive and huge wardrobe containing clothes. His wife's clothes flashed before him. He grinned naughtily, eyeing the green dress that he pulled off his wife's for their first time of making love.

 

His mind was whisked off into a dazed as he remembered that intense night. He felt himself beginning to harden. Immediately Syaoran run into the bathroom to shake off the weakness that consumed him for a few moments. He began to give himself a very long freezing cold shower.

 

After forty long minutes, Syaoran emerged from the bathroom, with a green towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He searched for his clothes for a while. At last deciding on black boxers, a pair of black rough jeans and a sexy deep green shirt that showed off his chest of steel to perfection. Syaoran dried himself off, put on his clothes, and faced the vast mirror regarding his image. He smiled. `Looks sexy. Just the hair needs fixing, yea, like that will happen.' His thoughts made him grin stupidly.

 

He moved his free hands to his hair, ruffling it to make it calmer, but failed miserably. Instead of a calm look, he came out with a look like he just finished a rough round of sex. He grinned evilly to his reflection. `Syaoran, you sex devil!' And with that, he walked downstairs.

 

Downstairs looked prefect. It was airy and calm. The windows opened as Syaoran made his way to the kitchen, the lights flashed on seconds later. Syaoran observed the food he made, still hot and delicious looking. He turned into the dining room, to see that the table was already step up for three. He wondered how his emotions affect his magic that affects things around him being so… helpful.

It was already seven forty- five by the time he checked everything. `Fuck! She's coming in fifteen minutes!' He thoughts clouded over his eyes, imagining his wife stepping into their house and calling out his name. He felt his heart beat faster, his blood rushing through his body causing him to ache. His breath became short and sharp, picturing his muscular arms wrapping about her body tightly. His muscles tightened thinking of the way he lips would crash hers into a fierce hot kiss. Syaoran couldn't handle this much power that flood into his body and mind, his closed his eyes mentally shaking himself to get a better grip! He breathed in and out deeply, before bringing himself back to reality.

 

The clock began to tick away, soon ten minutes passed and Syaoran was on the edge of his sofa! He eyes were super glued to their front door… that heavy designed mahogany front door. He palms were slipping down the sofa edges because of the way he grasped it, the sweat was beginning to appear. He tried his hardest to calm his nerves down… but at this point he felt himself losing his control. He thought that they might have to skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom for some fierce but passionate time alone.

 

The clock kept ticking, and she was late. `Just like her… I love her so much.” He eyed the clock hungrily, his eyes of amber started to burn with gold and red, fire. Syaoran tried yet again to regain his self-composure. He stood up abruptly and as if strings were holding him, he tried to walk into the kitchen.

 

The freezer flew open with the amount of power he was trying to get out of him. He grabbed the bags of ice and throws some into a glass filling it up to the top. He turned around to face the sink, the freezer slammed behind him. The taps seemed to be frightened of him that water came bursting out without him even touching it. The glass he was holding wanted to break from all the emotions that were affect his magic, making his mortal strengths incredible powerful!

 

Syaoran found himself making objects shake, as if a small earthquake was happening but becoming stronger ever second. He knew he was letting his emotions get the better of him, so forced the glass to his mouth drinking deeply. The ice was melting from the pressure of his influential hands. He glanced at the clock murderously, taking the time to be already eight thirty! She was thirty minutes late! She was supposed to arrive at eight! Syaoran eyes started to grow dark and cold, his emotions were definitely controlling him. He was getting angry now, however not at his wife. But whatever was keeping her from getting to him.

 

Syaoran tightened his grip on his glass, causing it to start cracking but he didn't notice. He began to pace up and down the living room, still sending murderous glares at the clock the lined the wall. He face contract into an angered frown. He free hand clutched to the tightest as his occupied hand placed the already cracking glass on the coffee table. His eyes of fire amber grew to the darkest cold amber imaginable, looking horrifically terrifying. Whatever was keeping his wife would surely be crossing his path sooner or later.

 

His eyes were now glued to the clock as he faced it. Crossing his ever so powerful arms over his heated steel chest, he glared hard. She was now one hour and twenty minutes late from eight! Making it nine twenty! Syaoran at this stage now was beginning to worry drastically, his emotions switched powerfully but the anger still there. He was completely out of control, although he still looked like diving into bed with.

 

Ticking from the clock became obvious, as the living was in totally silence. The only sound now apart from the clock ticking, was Syaoran's own murderously deep breathing. The objects around him were about to break from his magic and power, when he appeared at his heavy mahogany front door. The door seemed to also sense its master's rage therefore blasted open forcefully. Syaoran's eyes scanned his view in front of him.

 

The night lead out quietly before him, while the cold night air slapped at his handsome face. He ignored this and walked out, taking a small sharp glance at his sliver heavy metallic watch. It was nearly ten at night! `WHERE THE FUCKING HELL IS SHE?!” Syaoran shouted in his already over powered mind. He carried on walking up to his walls of thick iron black gates. With a glare the gates open with horrible force, making so much noise. But Syaoran didn't give a damn. His body, mind and soul were focusing on one thing. As he walked out into his own street named after his family, he scanned every place his eyes lead on and beyond.

 

Li Syaoran was in a VERY bad mood. No matter what he knew he would personally eliminate whatever caused his wife to be this late to come to him. This man was now not to be messed with. Many knew him by this attitude. This was the real Li Syaoran. Ruthless, cold, and soulless Li Syaoran. Although when it came to friends and practically his wife, it was COMPLETELY different matter.

 

Finally deciding that standing outside like a murderous hawk will not help matters. Slowly his turned looking at the image now in front of him, his own huge mansion. He just looked at it with such rage, that the mansion shook dangerously. Syaoran choose that bringing down his mansion would be a lovely idea of stress relief, but very thick of him. Imagine the power he had to use to get it back up! (Kami-sama! o.O) Ever so slowly he began to walk toward his mansion. The walls of thick iron black gates closed tightly behind their master, and looked like they would stay that way forever.

Syaoran begun to now breath ever deeply, he eyes now focused on his heavy mahogany front door. His mind was racing and stressing under all the painful thoughts… when he felt the front pocket of his black jeans vibrating. (o.O!) His eyes averted downwards to see his mobile ringing, flashing, and now hearing the ring tone sounding in the cold motionless night.

 

Syaoran's face formed into a breath-taking stare as he pulled out his phone. Opening it up, his face now formed the expression of confusion and sadness. `Why is Tomoyo calling me?' His mind started to bang with explanations but he shut them out.

 

“Konnichiwa Tomoyo. It's Syaoran, what's up?” He questioned sadly thinking it was his dear wife calling him.

 

“Syaoran… I… it's… see…” Tomoyo sobbed into the phone.

 

Syaoran stopped walking, standing very still. “Hey, Tomoyo. Calm down, what's wrong? Come on, calm down. Did something happen to Eriol? What's wrong? ” He spoke slowly yet calmly, except at the Eriol part, he voice came out shakily.

 

“No… no… Eriol's fine. Syaoran. It's Sakura!” Tomoyo shouted her best friend's name as if she dead. She was sobbing uncontrollable now.

 

“Sakura? What's happened? Tomoyo, where's Sakura?!” Syaoran couldn't keep his emotion out of his voice. He felt his legs weaken, that he dropped on his knees onto the cold grass.

 

“She… she - she… she was…” Tomoyo's sobbed were completely unstoppable now.

 

“TOMOYO! WHAT HAPPENED TO SAKURA?!” Syaoran felt his life slipping away by ever breath he took, his control burning out….

 

What had happened to Sakura?

 

 

*Readers Evil Glares* Hey! I know, I know… a cliff hanger. SORRY!!! *Sobs* But don't worry you'll find out soon enough! I promise that I WIIL COMPLETE THIS STORY! I just need a or some reviews to get me started, lol! Hope you liked it so far! Chapter 2 is coming soon, promise! R+R PLEASE!!!

 

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