|Getting Over You
Author: Totally Kawaii PM
Five years ago, Sakura left Syaoran brokenhearted. Now they meet again, heirs to rival agencies. He’s engaged and supposedly in love and she isn’t. They still haven’t gotten over each other, no matter how much they fool themselves otherwise. SxS please R&Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Sakura K. & Syaoran L. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 10,796 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 01-12-07 - Published: 09-19-06 - id: 3160735
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Getting Over You
by Totally Kawaii
a CardCaptor Sakura fic
Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur
- We choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving.
Summary: Five years ago, Sakura left Syaoran brokenhearted. Now they meet again, heirs to rival agencies. He's engaged and supposedly in love and she isn't. They still haven't gotten over each other, no matter how much they fool themselves otherwise.
Disclaimer: Why do I need to do this? No, I do not own CCS, because if I did, I would be making a hell lot more sequels and stuff.
For the purposes of this fanfic, everyone is 18 at the beginning, except for the males, who are 1 year older. I've redone the first chapter – more of prologue – because it was way too short. I'm sure everyone agrees with me.
You can skip the flashback – it's just a little thing where Syaoran confesses his love to Sakura. Just a little snippet overfull of kawaiiness! Anyway, I'm also going to combine the 2nd and 3rd chapter with a little addition, etc. so that won't be so short. Yay for my reviewers and those who didn't review, well, review.
"Mou, Syao-kun, where are we going?" asked a girl with waist-length, tousled brown hair.
Her delicate pink lips curved cutely in a pout that would melt all but the iciest of hearts. This particularly adorable one was directed at the love of her life behind her, serving as an exceptionally hot and muscled blindfold.
"It's a surprise, Sakura-chan," her boyfriend replied, laughing. Such emotions came easier now that Sakura was in his life. And this emotion – love – came too often and too strongly to be ignored.
Finally, he deemed it fit to slip his hands from her face. When her emerald eyes fluttered open, Syaoran Li couldn't help but admire their cheerful, startling depths and the soft, burning intensity.
"Hoe!" He smiled softly at her childish antics as she surveyed the gorgeous sunset before them.
Fiery streaks of orange, yellow, red, purple and a prominent pink haphazardly stained the usually forget-me-not blue sky. The mix was breathtaking, but already there was a tell-tale darkening of the area, hinting at the darkness about to enfold them.
They were overlooking a pond lined with cherry blossom trees – the exact same spot where Syaoran confessed his feelings three years ago, in fact. They had secretly loved each other and become inseparable ever since. He smiled at the memories flooding his senses.
"Sakura…" a voice called out to the turned back of an auburn-haired girl sticking her stuff in her locker.
The owner of the aforementioned voice was very red – crimson, in fact – but whether it was from the effort from sprinting to her, or the unusually close proximity to the school's resident goddess was still yet to be revealed.
"Ohayo, Syaoran!" she chirped. "What do you want?"
"I… ano… well…"
All his blood seem to rush to his cheeks as he struggled to find a reason why he had blurted her name out like that – in front of the whole school, nonetheless. Love could do crazy things like that; it only got worse as his silly infatuation grew to something more meaningful.
Hearing her best friend of nine years confused and stuttering yet again (Tomoyo had hinted that it only happened around her – whatever could she mean?), she turned around to face him.
Damn, he had gone speechless yet again.
Only being constantly around her as her best guy friend readied him for the vision of her face. Delicate features set in an equally elegant profile, this kind of face could have only belonged to someone otherworldly – which, in a way, she was. That alone could have given new students (mostly freshmen) a nosebleed. Some actually fainted when they saw her completely.
A perfect being with the disposition of an angel and the curves of a goddess, she was always cheerful and bright to everyone. Her faerie-like, impish green eyes and unusually tanned yet porcelain skin only added to the number of hormone-crazed males obsessing over her. She seemed like someone who didn't belong to such a squalid, petty world.
Thank Kami-sama for the years of training he got as a child beforehand not to show emotions. Otherwise, he would have drooled right there and then.
"Syaoran? Did you hear me?" A wry smile twitched at the corner of her lips. Despite her efforts to stop it – his… strong dislike for anyone making fun of him in any way was legendary – it was still there.
Instead of feeling annoyance at her mocking him, he felt a strange feeling of elation. He merely smiled, reveling in the I'm-going-to-be-your-best-friend aura that all extroverts radiated. Sakura's aura was special though, because her claim was 100 percent genuine.
"H-h-hai, I can hear you," he stammered out. "I mean… you know." He tried to look indifferent so as not to ruin his reputation. Sakura only giggled at his reaction.
He had been rude to her when they first met in Grade Three. She was used to his brief words and coldness towards everyone. He had started thawing though, under Sakura – a constant ray of sunshine.
Slowly, he opened up and showed his emotions more. And when he assented to let Sakura call him by his first name… everyone knew he had truly, finally cracked.
They had all known, as well, how hopelessly in love he was with her by then. It was too hard to keep secrets when most of the people there were people you had known for more than half your life.
Sakura found herself thinking more and more about the previously icy rival. (Sakura's very dense, ne?) He had always been very protective but lately he had started going red and weird around her. It was odd behavior for her usually composed childhood friend.
Tomoyo had hinted obviously enough- so that Sakura couldn't mistake her meaning- that Syaoran was heavily crushing on a certain someone. Only her denseness saved Syaoran from – what he thought was – utter humiliation.
She smiled cheerfully at Syaoran and – stuffing all her papers in her locker chaotically – grabbed his hand, dragging him to the nearest park. At her touch, he felt even more blood rush to his face. His face was a giant, smoldering ember, almost white-hot.
"Syaoran! They have ice cream here!" Sakura gushed, rather childishly. He chuckled at the earnest expression on her countenance and his stomach flopped.
"Yeah. Do you want strawberry, Sakura?"
"You know me too well," she protested with a smile, which grew wider as the park's tall arches came into view. The cherry blossom trees that Sakura was so appropriately named after swayed in the almost non-existent wind.
"A chocolate ice cream- and a strawberry one, please," Syaoran said to the vendor, seeing that Sakura was too awestruck by the magnificent trees to order.
After finishing the icy treats, they made a silent decision to take a stroll to a certain pond surrounded by Sakura trees.
Both of them were firmly keeping their thoughts from anywhere near the word 'romantic'. It didn't help that the particular pond was nicknamed 'Lover's Glade' and was an infamously romantic area for couples.
"Kirei…" sighed Sakura blissfully, watching the light dance on the mirror-bright surface of water. Gazing at her peaceful face, Syaoran once again felt the love-struck feeling thrum deep in his heart.
"Not as beautiful as you," he murmured. He prayed desperately to Kami-sama she didn't hear him, wincing. He wasn't ready to admit his feelings. Not yet…
Sakura whipped her face to his sharply. Did he mean that? Her friend was never one for the tender speeches that made one starry-eyed.
"I…I…" his face was the color of blood again as he flushed in embarrassment.Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud, was the thought running frantically in his head.
"Do you mean that?" she asked softly, looking at him piercingly.
Needless to say, he almost broke down under the penetrating stare. Kami-sama, why did she have to have such beautiful eyes?
"Hai," the word came instinctively to his mouth. Her expression softened at the hint of inner turmoil in his face. "Sakura…"
She stiffened, waiting for the words. He, however, was hyperventilating. Here he was – Syaoran Li, previously heartless bastard – asking out what could have been a seraph on a date, of all things.
He didn't deserve her, but he had to ask. Even if it that she rejected his feelings, he needed to get on with his life and stop obsessing over her.
"I… I… lik – love you. And I know you don't love me back but I just had to say it. I'll… I'll be going now."
Syaoran turned around to avoid her stare. What had possessed him to replace 'like' with 'love'? He didn't want to see the look of uncertainty in her eyes. She would try to break it to him gently – the fact that they were only 'friends' and that it was all she wanted them to be.
He braced himself to start walking away from her.
But nothing could have readied him for what happened afterwards.
tiny tug at his sleeves made him stop and turn around. Instead of
doubt, there was a conviction in her eyes and – was he imagining
it? – something quite not akin to rejection.
"Baka," she teased softly. "Why are you leaving? I haven't even told you my answer yet."
His heart soared at the words. Maybe… he had a chance. A one-in-a-million, needle-in-a-haystack, no-use-holding-your-breath chance…
"I lik-love you too…"
He blinked. And blinked again. He didn't even register her slight taunt at his stumble. Then the meaning of her words finally dawned on the dense young man. Fidgeting nervously, he decided to take their uncertain relationship one step further.
"Would you like to go out… with me? As in a date?"
Beyond ecstatic, he swept her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. His first one… and hers as well. Maybe it wasn'tsuch a small chance after all.
He had been terrified of taking that big step – but here he was at the same place, hoping to take the biggest one of all.
He knelt down on one knee – ignoring the fact that his priceless pants were getting dirty. Sakura's eyes widened as she realized his intention.
"Sakura," he began, his voice never betraying the butterflies flying maniacally inside his stomach. "I love you. I always have and I always will, no matter what. The past three years have been the best in my life. I'm positive that without you... without you by my side, my life has no meaning. Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?"
He offered a small open box with the palest pink lining. Inside was a gorgeous ring of pink diamond.
He looked at her face. There were so many emotions flitting across her delicate features. But the most definite one was her pure and innocent love. Suddenly, a crystalline tear slid down her pink cheeks. "I… I love you, Syaoran. But I can't."
Syaoran – confused and starting to feel heartbroken – looked at her with his intense amber eyes; the very ones that Sakura had coaxed out of their icy barriers with her sunny smile and disposition. "But… why not?"
He was positive that she loved him. That was one of the facts of life. Everyone had always said that they were meant for one another.
So, who was this stranger who had led him on – making him believe that she truly loved him – then refusing his proposal the next second? His heart seemed to shatter in a million pieces. Her next words trampled the microscopic pieces (and any little hope he had left) into the dust.
"I can't… I can't… I just can't…" she choked out through her tears, now pouring endlessly. She turned around and ran. Syaoran stayed there, looking at nothing. She had rejected him after all those beautiful years together.
Had it all been for nothing? Looking for a sign of her forever happy green eyes, or auburn hair, he stared sightlessly at the moving mist. The one thing on his mind, though… was why?
As the people who have read the previous chapters before noticed, I added a few pages here. I couldn't stand it being so short! It was ridiculous. I also plan on combining some chapters and general revision.
Okay, I would have loved to have Sakura accept and make this an adorable little one-chapter thing. But where's the fun in that? Where's the story in that?