AN: I know! I shouldn't start a new story when I'm working on another one! But I just couldn't help it! Now, as I had stated, this is a Romance/Drama. There might be a little action later in the story, but not a lot.
Summary: They are two souls committed to other people, but when Sakura and Syaoran meet one night they start a passionate affair which takes a tragic turn towards disaster and puts both their lives at risk.
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura does not belong to me. But the plot along with any characters that are not part of CCS are mine.
Affairs of the Heart
He saw her there, sitting on the stool near the bar. He watched as she sipped her drink, and watched as man after man walked up to her before she shook her head when they ask her to dance. She had caught his eye ever since she entered this club; he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She had auburn hair that reached her shoulders and she had emerald eyes that showed exactly how bored she was. She looked tiny from where he was sitting, but if he got closer he estimated that she would reach his chin. She seemed to be waiting for someone because she continued to look towards the entrance.
He wondered why she was here alone; where was her boyfriend or husband? Is that why she keeps looking towards the entrance? In fact, does she even have one? He hoped not, and he was shocked at himself.
He was even more shocked when he stood up and began to walk over to her. He couldn't stop his legs, no matter how much he tried to.
"Hello" was his opening line.
The young woman immediately became startled. She seemed to hesitate. "Hello" she finally replied. Her voice was soft and smooth.
"What's your name?" He asked as he sat in the stool next to hers. She looked alarmed when he sat down, and she concentrated on her drink.
He smiled. "You don't have to be nervous, Ms. Kinomoto." He took hold of one of her hands and kissed it. "I'm a gentlemen who will immediately leave you be if you wish me to. I decided to come here because you were here all alone and I thought you needed company."
She seemed to relax a little, and he took it as a good sign.
"You're right, I do need company." She smiled shyly. "May I know your name?"
He chuckled. "Li Syaoran."
Flirtation wasn't something Sakura did, but she immediately went into the flirting game with this man. It was fun, and she was able to find a lot of things about him, such as him being twenty-five, only one year older than her. He was also the owner of a corporation, and was originally from Hong Kong before deciding to move here to Tomoeda, Japan.
Their conversation was interrupted when her phone rang. Taking out her phone, she looked at the caller ID. Seeing who it was, she hid her guilty expression.
She must not have hid it good because he immediately commented on her expression. "It's okay; you don't have to look guilty about answering your phone. I'll just wait right here until you come back."
She gave him a small smile, just going with the flow instead of telling him the real reason for her expression, and left the stool, finding a secluded spot in a corner.
"Hello" she answered.
Sakura bit her lip. "You're not coming, are you?"
She heard the sigh. "No, sweetie. I'm tied up here at work. Maybe tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, honey. You have a business trip, remember? And you'll be gone for at least two weeks."
"Oh, right. Well, maybe in two weeks. Is it a date?"
Sakura smiled. "Yeah, it's a date."
"Good. Are you there alone?"
She glanced at Syaoran, who was currently ordering another drink. "No, I'm not. I made a new friend, here."
"Man or woman?"
Sakura hesitated. "Woman" she answered.
"Good. I'm glad your friend isn't a man, or else I would be thinking that he is hitting on my own wife!"
Sakura laughed softly. "No. No man is hitting on me."
He is actually a gentleman,she thought.
"Good. See you tonight, okay? Love you."
"Okay" she whispered before hanging up. She couldn't believe she had just lied to her own husband. And she couldn't believe that she hasn't mentioned that she has been married for three years. She wasn't one to lead someone on, but Syaoran was . . . well, she didn't have the time to say everything that he was. While she was still in the secluded spot, she admiringly gazed at him. Handsome, that is definitely one word in the long list that describes him. With Amber eyes, and unruly Chestnut hair. His messy hair didn't make him seem messy; it made him seem dangerous, strong . . . masculine. He was wearing a business suit, indicating that he had arrived directly after work. She couldn't tell what type of physique he had underneath his suit but her feminine intuition told her that it was well built. Not too brawny and not too muscle-deprived. She thought that he must have more than just a six-pack.
Clearing her throat she walked back to the stool, having every intention to say good-bye, but then once she approached, she knew she couldn't leave. Not yet, at least.
"Who was it?" He asked naturally.
"My-" She thought about it, knew that this was the perfect time to tell him about her marriage, but instead changed her mind at the very last second. "My friend" she answered softly. Twice she has lied; two very big lies.
Syaoran stared at her beautiful face, smiling all the while. Friend. Just a friend. He had been worried that it was a spouse or a boyfriend, but was glad to know it was just a friend.
But at the same time, he was kicking himself. Why should he worry? He shouldn't even be flirting with her! It was wrong, and he was the biggest hypocrite there ever was if he called himself a gentleman and still flirt with this woman, whom he shouldn't be flirting with at all.
But the attraction was just too strong to resist, pulling him to her like a magnet. If people would have been able to physically see attraction, then they would have been seeing thousands of bolts of electricity running through them at this very second.
"Want to go somewhere with me?" He asked, all of a sudden having a wonderful idea.
"Now?" She glanced at her watch. "It's five after ten!"
He grinned. "I know." Grabbing her hand, he slowly led her out of the club and outside. He glanced at her worried expression. "Don't worry" he assured her. "I don't bite."
She nodded numbly as he led her to his car.
When they were buckled up, he started the engine and began driving down the street.
"It's not far" he spoke.
"Where are you taking me?" Sakura asked nervously.
"Someplace I think you'll like."
The rest of the ride was in complete silence, each not knowing what to say.
Sakura blinked when they approached the park. "The park?"
"Oh, yeah." He winked at her as he got out of the car. He ran around the front and opened her door. "I'm pretty sure you've never been here during the night."
Sakura shook her head. "No, I haven't." And even now, she wasn't so sure if was a good idea to be here alone with a stranger; a male stranger, nonetheless.
Grabbing her hand, they walked away from the car and he led her through the Park's path. He suddenly spun around after a few minutes of walking. "Okay. Now close your eyes."
Sakura blinked at him. She wasn't a trusting soul, especially with a man she had just met a few hours ago, but his smile was trustworthy. Closing her eyes, she felt as him slowly leading her somewhere. She shouldn't have trusted him just because of his smile; many men had trustworthy smiles and they later proved those smiles were nothing but phonies when they rape the girl they had managed to gain the trust from.
But there was something about him, something that she couldn't quite place. When he approached her she had been nervous not because of him but because of the attraction she felt. She had never felt like that before, not even with her husband. It alarmed her to know that she was attracted to him more strongly then with any other man she had been with, especially since it happened after she got married. Talk about bad timing.
After a few more minutes, he went to stand behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Okay, open your eyes" he whispered.
She opened them, and gasped. "Pretty" she whispered seeing the fireflies surround them. She has never seen this many, especially at night. They danced and fluttered, the light being produced by them being the only light during the night.
"I thought you'd like it."
She turned around as he dropped his hands. "No one has ever . . ." she waved her hand around to indicate the fireflies. "Well, let's just say you surprised me."
He raised his hand to caress her cheek. "Well, that was the plan."
They stared into each other eyes as the attraction whizzed through them like electricity. Like magnets, they began to lean forward, closing their eyes, and their lips met. It was gentle and light at first and then he pulled back half an inch. Then he pressed his lips against hers again, and this time parted her lips to deepen it. Her mouth tasted sweet, like honey. She wasn't shy to kiss back, their tongues entangling with each other like a dance.
They pulled back to get some much needed oxygen, both slightly panting.
"That wasn't part of the plan" he said, not wanting her to think he had planned that kiss and that the only reason he brought her out here was to have a make out session. It had been completely unplanned; he just had to kiss her. With the fireflies above them, it had made her glow like some type of goddess and he couldn't resist kissing a person who couldn't possibly be real. No one could look that beautiful.
"I'm sure it wasn't" she breathed, replying to his comment.
He ran his hand through her short hair. "But now this one is planned" he whispered, and dipped his head as he kissed her again, knowing that this beautiful creature was real.
Sakura walked into her bedroom at her mansion, silent as possible just in case Kiyo was home. When she saw that the bed was empty, she realized that quietness wasn't necessary. Sighing, she went into the bathroom and changed into a nightgown. She left the bathroom and walked over to the bed. She couldn't believe at what she had done; she kissed another man. And she accepted his proposal for a date the following night. She knew this was wrong; she's a married woman, how can she do this to her husband, whom she loved with all her heart?
As she placed her head on her pillow and closed her eyes, she slept, dreaming all the while about Li Syaoran.
Syaoran smoothly entered the bedroom at his mansion. Slowly, quietly, he stripped down until he was just in his boxers. Putting his clothes over a chair, he quietly got into bed and put the blanket over him. His head on his pillow, he watched as Lydia groaned before turning around to face him, still asleep. He looked at his wife of two years, and wondered what had possessed him to flirt, kiss, and ask Sakura out. That was wrong. He shouldn't start having an affair, especially since he is very much in love with his wife.
As he closed his eyes, he dreamed of the park, him kissing a woman in a wedding dress with emerald eyes and auburn hair.
Sakura sat on the couch, her bare feet tucked under her. She was reading a book, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Kiyo walking around the house, making sure he packed everything for his trip to a city just a couple of hours away when taking a plane.
"Okay, you have my cell phone number, and the hotel I'll be staying at, right?" Kiyo asked her as he gave his bag to the butler, who would then take them to the limo outside their mansion.
"Of course" she answered. He grinned and sat next to her for a millisecond before hugging her to him and laying her down on the couch, Sakura laughing all the while. He began kissing her on the side of her neck, where she was very ticklish. "Stop, Kiyo!" She laughed, trying to escape his kisses.
He laughed as he lifted his head. "Hmm, you are so beautiful" he drawled, and Sakura smiled. "I'm gonna miss you" he said.
He mocked glared at her. "Hey! You're supposed to say that you'll miss me too!"
Sakura grinned. "Why, when you already know I will?"
He pretended to think a minute. "You know, you're right." He turned towards the doorway of the living room when the butler returned.
"The bags are in the limo, sir."
"Thank you, Ray."
Ray bowed slightly before taking his leave.
Kiyo sighed as he turned back to her. "I guess that's my cue." Kiyo lowered his head and kissed her.
Sakura responded as always, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but remember her kiss the previous night with Syaoran and she realized that compared to his kisses, Kiyo's was dull.
He parted and kissed her cheek before standing up. "Okay. See you in two weeks. Love you."
Sakura blew a kiss at him as he left the living room. Sighing, she grabbed her book and placed it on the coffee table. She looked around at her large living room, and watched as a maid from their staff passed by the doorway. She loved her mansion. It wasn't because it was big and showed how rich she and her husband were, but because she loved decorating it. She loved to redecorate rooms, put up curtains. That's mostly why she is the owner of a small business of interior decorating. She looked at the clock on the wall: Four-thirty.
She stretched and got off the couch, knowing that she has to shower so she would be clean for her date tonight.
He laughed as he threw a pillow at Lydia.
"Hey! You hit my nose" Lydia giggled as she picked up the pillow. "Now, dear husband, do you mind explaining to me why you had to throw the pillow at me?"
"To get your attention" he stated simply. "This mansion is large, and I didn't want to bother one of the maids, so I decided to throw the pillow when you passed by the doorway."
Lydia rolled her eyes and placed the pillow back on the couch. "Why did you want to get my attention?"
"Just to know what time you would leave tonight."
Lydia looked at Syaoran. "Why?"
"Just to know how many hours I have left before you leave to the benefit."
"You have-" She looked at her watch "-exactly two hours before I leave."
Syaoran smiled, and knew he wouldn't need to rush his wife to leave before he dresses up for his date. "What time will you return?"
"Before midnight." She smiled slyly at him. "Hopefully, I won't be too tired for any activities when I get home."
He knew what activities she had in mind, and was highly tempted to say that she should banish any plans of them participating in any activities, but held his tongue. "Hopefully" he murmured instead, like he usually did, before he brought her down for a kiss.
"Mm, not yet sweetie" she whispered as she pulled away from him. "I have to get ready."
Syaoran blinked at her. "Ready? You have two hours-"
"I know. But I don't like to rush. I'm gonna go and take a shower."
Syaoran watched her go before he grabbed the cordless phone and took out a piece of paper from his pants. Quickly, he dialed the number there. Pressing the phone against his ear, he kept watch to make sure his wife hadn't returned as he heard the ringing before someone picked up.
Syaoran smiled. "Hello. What are you doing?"
Laughter filled his ear. "What ever happened to 'hello, how are you?'"
"I don't know. But what are you doing?"
He heard Sakura laugh quietly before answering. "I just finished taking a shower."
He waited until the butler finished passing by the door. "So what are you wearing?"
"Jeez, you sure know how to charm a woman."
"Damn right I do."
"Well, prince charming, all I am wearing is a robe. A nice, pink, warm robe."
"Mm, wish I was there."
She giggled, and it was music to his ears.
"Yeah, well you're not going to see me with my robe on."
"Ah, but I will see you tonight in . . . in what?"
"Ain't gonna tell you what I'm wearing. You're gonna have to wait."
"Right. Anyways, my reason for calling you is that I don't know where to pick you up. Give me your address."
He heard her hesitation. "Maybe I should just meet you at wherever we're going."
"No! I want to pick you up." Since he was a little boy, it was drilled into him that a perfect gentleman would pick up his date from her household. He smiled wryly. Ironic how he would be a gentleman in order to pick up Sakura but when it comes to being faithful to his wife he was far from being a gentleman. She sighed. "Oh, all right." He got a pad and pen and wrote down her address as she gave it to him.
"Okay, I'll pick you up around 7:30."
"I'll be ready."
They said their good-byes and he hanged up the phone. He jumped when Lydia all of a sudden sat next to him.
"Who were you talking to?"
Syaoran thought fast. "Uh, a client from my company."
"On a Saturday?"
He gave her his most sincere smile. "Some people just never know when to relax."
"Wow" he mumbled to himself as he approached Sakura's mansion. His was a pretty good size, but hers was bigger, and wider. The gates opened and he was about to drive in when he saw her walking out of the gates. His eyebrows rose when he saw what she wore. Silk, he believed, covered her body all the way down to her ankles, with thick straps and a slit from her thigh. A transparent shawl was draped over her shoulders. He got out of his car and approached her with a small smile.
"Surprised, I am" he said as he reached her.
She gave him a smile. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted."
Taking hold of her hand, he led her to his car.
"Where are we going?" She asked when they were both buckled in and he began to drive away from her place.
Her eyebrows rose.
"Yes, I know, expensive. But I have the money" he said. "And apparently you have a lot of money too."
He could have sworn her cheeks reddened. "Yes, well, I do make quite a lot of money."
"What do you do?"
"I'm an interior decorator. I own a small business called Blossom Petal."
He glanced at her, shock in his eyes. "Blossom Petal? You're the owner?"
He laughed and for a moment she thought he was laughing at the fact that she was the owner. Was it that hard to believe?
"Small business my ass!" He exclaimed. "That's one of the biggest businesses out there in all Japan!"
She inwardly sighed in relief and smiled. "Yeah, that's what- err, what everyone says." He was still chuckling, so he didn't notice her pause in the sentence. She almost said 'my husband' and caught herself in time. Good God, what if he found out about her marriage? He seemed nice and sweet but she had a feeling that he hates being lied to. And that's exactly what she was doing. She hadn't outright and said she was single, and he hadn't outright and ask if she was. But he approached her, flirted with her, kissed her, and asked her out. And she accepted it all. He didn't have to ask to know is she was. When she failed to say she was a married woman, he assumed that she was single. And she doesn't blame him; hell, she has no right to blame him.
When they reached the restaurant, he parked the car, and, holding her by the elbow, led her into the restaurant.
"No matter how much I come here, it always takes my breath away" she half-whispered.
"Me too" he agreed as they made their way to their table.
After sitting down and after ordering their meal, they immediately became lost into a conversation, talking and laughing about everything they can without giving away about their spouses.
"And I thought my brother was bad, but his son is much worse" she laughed, and he chuckled at her story.
"Does he still live here in Tomoeda?"
Sakura shook her head. "No, he moved away years ago and lives somewhere in Canada."
"What about your parents?"
She sighed sadly. "Dead. My mother died of a rare disease when I was three, and my father died two years ago to a car accident."
She brushed off his apology. "It's alright. I've had time to accept their deaths. I have moved on."
A song began to play. "Want to dance?" He asked.
She smiled gratefully. "Yes, I would love to."
They walked to the dance floor and he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as she placed her hands on his shoulders. They swayed to the song, Sakura's cheek resting on his chest.
Syaoran glanced down at her, and smiled. She was simply lovely. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he's met, but definitely one of the most attractive. He never met anyone like her, and he knew that this was one woman he would never get bored of.
But he sensed that she was one who wore her heart on her sleeve. If she gets hurt, she would be crushed. True, she would definitely be angry, pissed even, but wounds to the heart would never heal.
And if she found out about his marriage, she would definitely be crushed. He knew it was too soon to assume that his lie would emotionally hurt her, but he sensed that if she would right now find out about Lydia, it would be a blow to her ego. She would brush him off quickly and wouldn't cry because their time together was short. But if they were in a relationship, and they spent a lot of time together, he knew she would be hurt.
So, he had a decision to make. He either ends it after tonight before he hurts her, or he starts a relationship with her.
An affair, he thought, and almost cringed. He wouldn't handle to calling her his mistress, wouldn't tolerate it. But that's exactly what she would become. His mistress. And she wouldn't even know it. In his mind, the cons to an affair outweighed the pros.
But still, Sakura was too precious to let go. He was barely getting to know her, and knew that she was a rare treasure to be found, and to let her go would be foolish.
No matter if he already has a wife.
Damn it. He never thought he would get into a situation like this. When he met Lydia, he thought he would never cheat on her. She was wonderful. His life was never dull or boring with her, and to cheat on her would be stupid. God, he would never get away with an affair. Lydia and Syaoran were well known around here and they would know that Sakura wasn't his wife.
Was he bold enough to risk it? Did he have enough courage to face a divorce and risk losing everything, a wife and his reputation, just because he was attracted to a woman whom he met in a club?
Sakura bit her lip. She, too, was wondering if she should go along with this. She loved Kiyo, loved him since the day she met him and to lose him would literally kill her. They had fun together and they hardly fought. He treated her like a princess and she built a wonderful life with him. They were even discussing children and planned to start a family soon. An affair wasn't something that she should do. It was wrong, and her parents, if they were alive, would definitely disapprove. In fact, everyone would disapprove! They would say that she was stupid to risk everything she had just to be with a stranger. She was a good girl, and this was just plain bad.
She almost cringed. Good girl. Everyone thought of her as a good girl, and throughout her whole life, it was getting sickening by the minute. She no longer wanted to be a goody-to-shoes. She didn't want to always be careful of what she said or what she did, she didn't want to act nice to people whom she hated. And this was the perfect opportunity.
But she knew in her heart that using Syaoran like that wasn't something she was going to do. She wasn't going to use him just to show people she can be bad at times. If she wanted to be with Syaoran while she was still married, then it was because she wanted to.
She didn't know if she should, though. Can she risk at all, her marriage, her life, for Syaoran?
As the song ended, they slowly stopped. They parted and stared at each other.
"This was wonderful" she said, and she meant it. She opened her mouth to say that she didn't believe this would work out. But her tongue refused to say it. It refused to utter what she didn't want to say. "Shall we return?" She asked instead.
Another song started, and Syaoran pulled her up against him. "One more dance?" He asked huskily. He loved holding her in his arms and didn't feel ready yet to let her go.
Sakura wanted to say no, to say that they should leave, drop her home, and they should never see each other again. She had even started to say it, but then nodded. She felt foolish for not saying no as they began to dance again but at the same time she felt safe in his arms.
But would that safety be worth more than losing her husband?
After the dance, and after a little less than an hour later, they paid the bill and left the restaurant. Instead of walking to the parking lot to where the car was, they instead decided to stroll a bit through the restaurant's personal garden, which was behind the building.
"Did you know" Sakura murmured "that when a couple walks through a garden, and a shooting star crosses the sky, it is a sign that they are meant for each other?"
Syaoran tilted his head a little to gaze at the sky, which was starless that night. "Shooting stars don't appear very often."
"That's why it is a sign." Sakura turned around to look at him. "But if the couple doesn't see the shooting star, then that means trouble will arise between the couple before they can ever find happiness with each other."
"Do you believe in that kind of stuff?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you believe in destiny, fate?"
Sakura thought about it for a moment. "Half the time I do. Like when my parents died, I felt better knowing that it was their time to leave and that if they were meant to live, then they would have survived the accident. What about you?"
Syaoran shook his head. "Nope. Never believed in it at all. I hate the idea that I am not in control of my own life, that someone else out there is director while I'm an actor. I am also a logical man."
"In other words, in order to believe it, you have to see it?"
"What about emotions? Sadness, happiness . . . love. You don't see it."
"But I feel it." He smiled and brought her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist. "I feel it all, and that's what makes it real."
They were silent for a moment. "Is this the beginning of something, Syaoran?" She asked softly. "Or is this just a one time thing?"
Syaoran placed his forehead on hers. "I don't know. A first date is never a good time to assume whether this is the start of a relationship."
Especially when you are already married,they thought in unison.
"Maybe after our second date we'll figure it out" he continued.
Sakura's eyebrows rose. "Second? You mean there's going to be another date?
"Hell yeah; there is definitely going to be a second date." He grinned. "You're too cute to let go just yet."
Sakura laughed and he subdued her by the very simple method of kissing her. Once again, passion rose between them as their kiss deepened, their tongues entangling with each other. This kiss was forbidden, and both of them knew it, but they couldn't help themselves. Throwing away carefulness and questions, they lost themselves in this one little kiss in which both poured their hearts out into it.
And as their eyes were closed, both of them lost to the world around them, they missed the bright shooting star that appeared in the dark, starless sky.
AN: This isn't going to be a long story. I'm thinking maybe . . . ten chapters. But I also said the same thing for Murdering Angel and that turned out to be seventeen chapters. I promise this story won't be boring. Believe me, there will be a couple of twists in the story. Please review, and no flames.