Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Sushi ❯ Volume Three, Chapter Twelve: Move Along ( Chapter 12 )

Move Along

March 14th, 2011.

“Sakura-chan!” a man whispered. “Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan!” Sakura drew open her eyes and saw Syaoran knelt down in front of her. She sat up with wide-eyed surprise.

“Syaoran-kun!” she gasped. “When did you get here?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” he replied. “How are you?”

“I'm fine.”

“And the baby?”

“The baby's fine. What about you?”

He brushed her bangs from her face. “I'm okay.”

“What about dad, Touya, and Yukito? How is Tomoyo?”

“They are fine as well. Your dad hurt his leg, but it's nothing serious.”

Sakura rushed forward to hug him. “Thanks goodness!” Syaoran placed his hand on her head.

“They'll be here soon,” he whispered. “I got here earlier.” Sakura looked into his eyes.

“Meilin is asleep,” she said. He glanced up over her shoulder and spotted his cousin lying asleep next to her.

“So she is,” he said.

“Excuse me,” someone spoke up. The couple turned to see an old man sitting across from them. His body trembled as he leaned forward.

“Could you please keep it down?” he asked. “My wife's asleep.”

“It's okay,” an old woman said as she pulled herself up next to her husband. “I was already awake anyway.”

“I apologize,” Syaoran said, bowing his head.

“It's fine,” the old lady insisted. She leaned on her husband's shoulder. She eyed Sakura's stomach.

“You have such a healthy glow about you,” the old lady told her.

“Oh thank you,” Sakura said. The old lady leaned forward.

“Are you…?” she began to ask. Sakura's eyes grew wide.

“Wait, how did…?” she began to ask. The old woman tapped the side of her nose.

“You have that glow,” she said. “Plus, I was young once.” The younger woman struggled to say something, but drew her mouth closed.

“How long have you two been married?” Syaoran asked. The old man held his wife's hand.

“Sixty years!” he bragged. “Yesterday was other anniversary.”

“Congratulations,” Sakura said.

“Thank you,” the old man replied, bowing his head.

“How long have you been married?” his wife asked.

“Oh no!” Syaoran said. “We're not married.”

“You're not?” the old man asked.

“No,” Sakura answered.

“Do you want to get married?” the wife asked. The younger couple tried to come up with an answer. Did they want to get married? Sakura and Syaoran hadn't thought about that part of their future.

“We don't know,” Syaoran answered.

“You don't?” the old lady asked.

“We hadn't considered it yet.”

“Why is that?”

“We haven't really planned ahead that far,” Sakura answered.

“You might want to get right onto planning now,” the old man said. “You don't know what would happen nowadays.” The couples looked around at all the people in the shelter. Most of them lost their homes and loved ones. Syaoran held Sakura's hand.

“Think we'll be okay?” she whispered. The old lady waved her off.

“Of course, dear,” she said. “You two will be fine. You are young and in love, after all.”

“Thank you for the advice,” Syaoran said. Sakura rested her head on his shoulder. Maybe the old lady was right about them.

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