Married to You

A/N: Hey guys… miss me? Hahaha yes I'm a bad bad person. And I do not deserve reviews or fans or anything. I started writing this one a while ago.. like a year? but I got so lazy and so uninspired. I'm only finishing this chapter because I've been feeling guilty and I feel like a loser for being so messed up. Don't hold your breath for the next one cause I have no idea what that'll be. I'm also trying to not be as I don't know… crude with my story. Writing style might have changed. Love you all even if you all hate me.

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Chapter 7: Waking Up in Your Arms
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"Ah, finally." Sakura breathed a sigh of relief as she walked in to the large house that smelled so new. Fresh wood and the clean smell of the ocean filled her nose as she took a deep breath. Her moment of contentment was shattered as a gruff muffled voice yelled at her from outside.

"GET YOUR OWN BAGS!" Syaoran yelled from behind the boxes and suitcases piled on top of his arms.

Sakura closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath at the sound of his irritating voice. Well actually his voice wasn't irritating… it was nice…smooth and deep. NO! IT WAS IRRITATING. Sakura thought angrily. God, how was she going to live with him now? This was almost dream like she thought. The situation itself was something so unthinkable and unreasonable. Living with her worst enemy… as a married couple.

"Ugh, I'm getting them you bastard. Stop being such a baby." Sakura huffed as she pushed passed him back to the car. She was surprised when then chauffeur so caringly held two of her largest suitcases.

"Oh, thank you so much. I really appreciate it." Sakura smiled as she went to the trunk to get the rest of her smaller boxes. There was no moving truck because all the furniture they needed was in the house already. All Syaoran and Sakura brought with them were there material belongings such as clothing and books and in Sakura's case her stuffed animals.

"HEY! Kinomoto. Get up here!" Syaoran yelled down to a grimacing Sakura who glared up at the ceiling.

"What the hell do you want now, you fucking idiot?" Sakura muttered to herself.

Mumbling some more curses under her breath, Sakura grudgingly made her way up the stairs to her darling husband. Sakura, carrying her box filled with pink, frilly and shiny objects walked slowly up the large staircase. At the top of the banisters Sakura looked down at the main entrance and across where a large chandelier glimmered. Passed the chandelier was the large window that was there for decorative purposes only since it was much to large… and not reachable… to open. Sakura could see through the glass to the long driveway which lead back to the main road and although she couldn't see the front porch at that angle, she could see the sand around the property.

She continued down the hall checking in each room for the presence of Syaoran, absolutely refusing to call out for him. Finally reaching what she assumed was the master bedroom (after peeking into 2 studies, several beautifully furnished bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a library) she came upon Syaoran standing rigid with his back towards her staring out the window at the ocean.

"You called?" Sakura asked pointedly.

Syaoran stood even straighter which until that moment Sakura didn't think was possible. "This is our bedroom."

Sakura was about to open her mouth to protest profusely at the thought of sharing a bed together but Syaoran continued speaking. "But because of our circumstances, you can have it. I'll be residing in one of the other bedrooms. Please don't disturb me and don't come searching for me. We may be husband and wife legally but that doesn't mean that I'll be sharing my bed with you any time you please."

Sakura face contorted with anger. Indignant and insulted by his words, she opened her mouth to scream at him but once more was cut off before she could even utter a sound.

"I'll be hiring two maids to clean the house and do the laundry so you won't have to do anything. A butler will always be at your service and there will also be a cook so don't bother cooking. (Not that you'll be any good at it.) During the weekends all help will be given off so try not to despair at their absence. As you probably have guessed I won't be 'home' often so don't wait up for me. I'll probably even go from days up to weeks without being present. I'll leave you several credit cards to which you can charge whatever expenses you feel are necessary. Bates will drive you to the car dealer so you can pick out your car, which will be paid for on my account. I believe that covers everything. I'm going out but I will be home for dinner."

Sakura continued to stand at the entrance of what was now her bedroom. She was seething with so much anger at the most irritating bastard ever put on the planet. Why did this have to happen to her? What did she do wrong in her past life? God help her.

"You can leave now." Syaoran stated in a slightly bored tone, which got Sakura even more riled up.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you can leave-"

"Do not assume that you can order me around. I am not and I repeat I am NOT your servant. You can not dismiss me from the room that you have just proclaimed was mine. If you don't want to be in my presence then I suggest you leave. I expect you to unpack your own belongings so don't leave a mess of boxes in the main hall. You don't have to notify me of your being 'home' for dinner because I didn't say I was going to be 'home'. I had never planned on seeking you out at night as though I needed your company because you are nothing to me. You are less than nothing. You are shit. I suggest that you develop some manners and regardless of our dislike for each other that we at least act civilized. If you have nothing good to say don't speak to me at all." Sakura's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at Syaoran who had slowly turned around to face Sakura. He could practically feel her emotions, which threatened to explode if Syaoran pushed her further. Feeling that he had gone too far with his little speech he inclined his head and took his leave.

Sakura collapsed on the spot wondering when she would wake up from this horrible nightmare. "Kami."

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Meilin

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A small café at the corner welcomed its customers with a warm aura. Inside there were loving couples, happy families and the best of friends. The only people who weren't smiling were Meilin and Ryo.

"What are you doing here?" Meilin asked staring at her coffee cup refusing to look up into the eyes of the boy whose love life she had ruined all for the sake of Syaoran.

"Thought I'd drop by to see Sakura's wedding." He remarked in a slightly chilling tone.

Meilin looked up defiantly and smirked at him. "Still pining for her after all these years? You really can't blame me for your mistake."

Ryo returned her look with equal defiance replying with a cold smirk as well. "Well I'm not as pathetic as the girl who's still following a guy who'll never love her back. Still pining over Syaoran aren't you?"

Meilin glared at him.

"Look," Ryo dropped his hard tones and reverted back to his gentle voice, "I'm not here to fight with you okay? It's good to see you. Sort of." He gave a lopsided smile in an attempt to break the coldness that was present earlier.

Meilin slightly lowered her guard but not enough to truly make a difference. "Alright."

"You're all over the news you know. Police are still in a frenzy looking for you and trying to get other people to report to them if they've seen even a hair of you around." Ryo said casually.

Crimson eyes narrowed and ruby red lips thinned as she realized there was a chance of getting blackmailed by this jerk. "You're point?"

Ryo looked up with a strangely empty smile. "Nothing."

After that biting conversation they sat in silence each mulling over their own thoughts and wondering what to say next.

"I've got to go." Meilin said calmly standing up and pushing back her chair. Ryo looked up at her and nodded watching her put down the money for her coffee. She walked out without another word or a glance behind.

Ryo sat still, staring at the empty space in front of him. That bitch. She ruined everything between him and Sakura. He had waited so long for Sakura too, and all that was wasted just because of those eyes, those crimson eyes that were so fiery with passion. He didn't know who he thought about more. Sakura or Meilin. He also didn't know if the way he thought about Meilin was with love or hate. He wanted to hurt that bitch as much as he wanted to pleasure her. To make her scream and moan his name. To make her body shudder with fear as much as ecstasy.
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Sakura
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It was early December when they had moved into their large house. She called her father often, checking up on his health. She made sure to touch base with Tomoyo every day as well, and when she was really bored, she would call Touya, just to see how he was taking everything. Sakura mostly spent time shopping, trying to think of as many reasons as she could to use up Syaoran's endless supply of money. The best way, she concluded, was to buy stuff for Yukito or to use money spending time with Yukito.

The house was often cold, especially because it was December and they were by the ocean, but it was even colder due to the frigidity between Sakura and Syaoran. The servants in the house knew the habits of both their master and mistress, each one with their own lovers. They came to keep secrets, remaining loyal to both without disclosing any information as well as trying to protect them both from each other.

Sakura came to trust the servants, who in turn respected her more than they respected Li. The servants were just fearful of Syaoran. Syaoran rarely was at the place they referred to as 'home' and would rather sleep and spend his nights with Maya at her house, which he had bought. And so Yukito was often at Sakura's place.

"Mmm…" She moaned right into his lips, clinging gently to his shirt.

Yukito was on top of her, (fully clothed mind you) trying not lose control of himself. They kissed passionately and without a care, it felt like they were married. Sakura had no other thoughts perturbing her, all she wanted was to have Yukito express his love with more than just his words.

"Sakura," He whispered against her lips when he pulled back slightly to stare intently into her loving green eyes. They shined with so much emotion that he couldn't help but feel so special. Here was this beautiful angel, and he was the lucky man who was receiving her love.

"Love me." She whispered back commandingly. Yukito didn't need any other encouragement.

They started out softly with kisses so feathery and gentle, yet passion got the better of them. Yukito broke away momentarily just to take off his shirt and Sakura took the time to throw off her own. She was unzipping her jeans but Yukito placed a hand on hers, stopping her in her tracks. Looking up, Sakura met his beautiful gold eyes and let her hands drop. She leaned back into her bed. Yukito gingerly helped her out of her jeans, sliding them slowly off her body, reveling in her gorgeous legs that seemed to go on for miles. Sakura lay back against the down pillows, watching with a questioning look adorning her face. She waited for his judgment, what did he think of her? Was she enough?

Yukito stared down at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her flawless body simply framed in a set of light green lacey bra and panties. Before letting his body fall against hers, he stared into Sakura's endless green eyes and said two words that stopped her heart, rendered her speechless, and took away her doubts. "You're beautiful."

Yukito kissed her softly while she struggled with his own pants. Somehow they ended up under the covers, completely naked, and completely free of any limitations between expressing their love, and yet before Yukito could ever do anything more, he gazed longingly into Sakura's eyes, his golden eyes asking permission from his angel.

For a split second, fierce amber eyes slipped into Sakura's mind, but they were clouded out when she looked back into Yuktio's warm gold ones. They were so comforting, so loving, so unlike… but she wouldn't think of that now. She nodded slowly, smiling with encouragement as she felt him kiss her neck and brush his hands across her breasts. He poised himself to enter her, to take the one thing she held dearly, her virginity, the most precious gift she could offer to the one she loved.

"Mistress!" An urgent voice called from the other side of the door.

Frustrated and completely angry at the interruption, Sakura barely choked out, "What is it?"

"The master, he's home. He wants to know to whom belong the car and the extra pair of shoes. He's looking for you." The servant whispered back.

"KINOMOTO!" Yelled out an angry voice. She heard a squeak of terror from the other side of the door and audibly heard the servant jump in fright.

"UGH! THAT FUCKING BASTARD!" Sakura screeched, giving the servant another heart attack as he flew down the stairs and into the kitchen praying for sanctuary from the two unstable people he served. Pushing Yukito off her, more forcefully than she intended, she got dressed in fury, unable to find her bra she simply put on her panties and her pajamas (shorts and tank top). She stormed out of her room, leaving a bewildered Yukito alone in her large bed.

Sakura stormed down the hall. She stormed down the stairs. She stormed furiously into his office. And finally slammed the door behind her. Glaring daggers at her so called husband, she opened her mouth to express her anger at him, yet ended up simply shrieking in frustration and jumping up and down.

"Well," Syaoran cocked his eyebrows at her without looking up from his paper work, "that was new."

Sakura stood their huffing and puffing in anger unable to express any of it verbally and simply resorted to glaring at him.

"Uhm well," Syaoran began, unfortunately he chose that particular moment to look up, and choked on his words. He stared at her gorgeous legs and slowly his eyes worked their way up and his mouth nearly dropped open at her nipples clearly visible since she wasn't wearing a bra under her thin tank top.

"WHAT?" Sakura finally screamed out. "What the hell do you want this time!"

Syaoran regained his composure and with a cold voice simply asked, "Been busy up there? I'm sorry if I interrupted something." He couldn't help but smirk with a sort of strange satisfaction.

Sakura shrieked once more.

"You really have to stop doing that." Syaoran stated wincing, and rubbed his ears. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you. We have a party to go to next week, on Christmas Eve."

"Shit." Sakura cursed loudly to herself, realizing that she had completely forgotten to go gift shopping for her friends and family. Addressing Syaoran she said, "Is that all?"

"Yep."

And with a curt nod, she walked out of the room to see Yukito fully clothed coming down the stairs. "Hey babe, I've got to go down to the bar today. I'm sorry." He smiled apologetically.

"Oh but– " Sakura wanted desperately to voice her desire for him to stay, but was cut off with a sweet kiss. She snaked her arms around Yukito's neck and hugged him closer to her, they deepened the kiss but was interrupted by an annoying little cough, which somehow clearly portrayed the amusement of the "cougher".

Sakura opened her eyes and let go. She turned around with a jerk and stared down the interrupter. Syaoran just eyed her with amusement. "I forgot to tell you, Daidouji's gonna be there. Just thought you'd like to know." He said casually. In the fraction of a second his eyes looked away from Sakura's own furious emerald ones, he met with Yukito's. For that tiny moment there was a cold jealous rage that swept through Syaoran's body, but was gone as quick as it had come when Syaoran had turned to go back into his office. He wasn't one to back down from a glaring contest, but he had work to do. Let Sakura finish with her lover, he thought dryly. He looked down at his paper work, but rather than picking up his pen, he picked up the phone to dial a familiar number, and heard the voice of his beloved… Maya.

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Christmas Eve
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Everything in the Yamamoto ballroom glistened and sparkled. People laughed and clinked glasses with one another, and many happy faces added to the atmosphere of that room. People hugged, kissed, wishing each other happy holidays.

Sakura stood in her floor sweeping, body hugging, pale, silver dress that exposed her chest with its low cut V shaped neckline. She chatted happily, her eyes shining with false excitement, and her mouth pulled wide open into a smile, revealing perfect white teeth. She sipped her champagne, lifted her glass in well-wishes, and she was the perfect happy wife along side her perfect, handsome husband.

They held hands, they linked arms, and they danced. He fed her cake off his fork, and she wiped the cream off the corner of his mouth. They looked so perfect, but if anyone had bothered to look closely, they would have seen the fury and also, the sadness in both their eyes. What a blind world it was, and how cruel fate seemed.

Syaoran often took the time to stare longingly at Maya across the room. He'd occasionally send her a wink or two, and even to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but there was no end to the constant bombarding of people surrounding him and Sakura. If for a moment he somehow managed to get away from her, someone would ask, "Where's your wife? I'm sure you miss being away from her." And each time Syaoran would barely suppress a scoff, or barely stop himself from rolling his eyes. He would just smile; feign a guilty look that expressed "how did you know I wasn't thinking of anything but my beautiful wife," and walk away to chain himself with her.

It seemed there was no way to get to Maya, and eventually she had leave the party. For the rest of the night, both Syaoran and Sakura downed drink after drink, desperate to continue their happy act, but both feeling the pain sharply against their ribcages and eating away at their soul.

When they finally stumbled out of the mansion with lots of kisses and hugs to the remaining occupants, they were completely unable to control themselves and was to the point of passing out in their car as their driver took them to their home.

They stumbled out of the car, and surprisingly helped each other up into the house. Somehow Syaoran ended up helping Sakura more than her helping him.

"Oh it's so dark." Sakura giggled, clinging drunkenly onto Syaoran's shirt and putting her full weight on him. He supported her, although he could barely support himself, and together they went up the stairs.

"Don't leave me," Sakura whispered when he pushed her into her bed, and tried to untangle himself from her.

"Inviting me?" He asked climbing on top of her with his face just a breath away from hers.

"Oh yes, to have a tea party." She whispered back seriously before laughing hysterically. Syaoran rolled off her and fell to the floor. He got up unceremoniously and tipsily made his way toward the door. Yet before he could pass through the door he felt her clumsily wrap her frail arms around his waist. He tried to walk away, knowing somewhere deep inside that what he wanted to do was wrong. Alcohol, alcohol, it had already enveloped him with its poison, and the last few glasses before leaving the party were beginning to completely overpower his decisions.

"You owe me." Sakura stated, almost sounding sober.

"For what?" He asked swaying with dizziness.

"For interrupting." With that she let go of Syaoran and walked past him to close the door. She leaned against the wood, staring seductively at Syaoran, who saw 5 Sakuras dancing in front of him.

"I didn't get to do it!" She laughed out, stumbling towards Syaoran and throwing herself on top of him. "It's your fault, now you've got to finish the job!" She giggled before pulling his head down to hers and kissing him passionately. Stunned Syaoran just let her do to him what he thought she should do. He shouldn't have interrupted. He has to fix it now, he thought in a daze.

Sakura pushed him towards her large comfortable bed and he simply fell back, completely submitting to her. She crawled on top of him and licked his ear, gently whispering, "I'm in charge."

That morning, light filtered into Sakura's room. Syaoran opened his eyes realizing that it was at least somewhere past noon. He had a pounding headache and couldn't see anything in front of him but he felt unnaturally warm. Trying to lift himself up, he realized that there was something on top of him, and it wasn't just the comforter.

A naked Sakura was on top of him, straddling him, her face against his chest. He also noticed that he felt strangely connected to her and suddenly with shock realized he was still inside of her.

"Fuck…" he whispered hoarsely out loud to himself.

He tried to disembody himself from Sakura, but felt unusually weak from his very bad hangover. He frowned in displeasure when he realized that Sakura wouldn't be too happy at this position, so to save himself trouble, he closed his eyes, controlled his breathing and pretended to be asleep as he thought of someway to get her to wake up and get off him.

Although, he couldn't really say he objected to having her body against his, under the circumstances it wasn't such a good idea to be the first to wake up, not to mention… still inside her. He mentally cringed, preparing himself for her shriek of anger, and most likely her accusations that it was his fault. But honestly it seemed like she raped him more than he doing anything to her considering that she was the one straddling him and with her arms tightly around his neck.

After what felt like forever, he felt the body on top of him move. Shifting against his own body, he couldn't help thinking about the beautiful assets that were against him and enclosing him. He heard her gasp with shock at their position. He felt her try to push off him with subtlety, and heard her curse under breath with pain, and curse even more when she realized the cause of the pain was that he was still inside her, and no longer hard. She slowly lifted her body from his, and it was so agonizingly slow and provocative, Syaoran almost got hard again. After successfully disconnecting herself from him he expected her to get angry and hit him or something but she simply lay next to him.

Syaoran's face almost frowned quizzically but he controlled his every movement. He was supposed to be asleep. He was even more surprised when she cuddled against him and almost gasped when she brushed a lock of his hair from his face. WHAT THE FUCK?

Yet he just lay there calmly, not altering his slow, steady breathing, and keeping his face emotionless. With more time, she just lay with her hand across his chest and pretending to be asleep as well he assumed since her breathing was a bit abnormal and he felt her heart quickly beating against his chest.

However both their performances were exposed when a servant knocked on Sakura's door and announced the arrival of Yukito, not at all expecting Syaoran to be still at home, or to even be in bed with Sakura. At the news they both got up with a jerk and pulled away from the other with one quick movement. Then realizing that they had both given themselves away they stared each other down trying to guess the other person's intentions first.

"You…" Sakura's eyes narrowed accusingly.

"You… more…" Syaoran replied with lack of a better retort.

They stood on each side of the bed glaring at each other.

"I'm going to walk out, and pretend, that this never happened." Syaoran said calmly as he backed out towards the door. Sakura nodded as she clung tightly to the comforter eyeing the completely naked Syaoran backing out. Damn he looks good she thought but felt her self redden realizing that he was awake when she had cuddled up to him. She knew that she had seen a twitch across his face when she was trying to get off him.

Syaoran shut the door and ran to his own room to take a shower and to leave while Sakura got ready for Yukito, yet the thought of that made Syaoran really agitated, and once again he found himself picking up the phone before heading into the bathroom.

"Hey babe. Miss me?" He asked charmingly and smiled when he heard a breathless giggle from the other end.
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