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"And where do you think you are going, slut?" comes the venomous voice she dreads and hates.
"It's none of your business actually. You're not my mother, are you?" Sakura retorts with a cynical smile.
"I'm not. But I'm Syaoran's wife. I know you're now Syaoran's secretary. Isn't this another of your clever plot, trying to seduce my husband?" Amy says with a sharp glare.
"I'm not trying to seduce him. Look, Amy, I'm not in a mood to fight with you. Syaoran is my boss. I need to hand him this file before the meeting starts," Sakura says.
"Then, just hand me the file because there is absolutely no way I'm letting you in to see Syaoran," Amy says as snatches away the file from Sakura's hand.
Sakura tries to protest but Amy shoots her a glare and tucks the file safely into her bag.
"Ok, your job is done. Now, leave. And resign tomorrow. I don't ever want you hanging around my husband again," Amy says.
"Amy, how can you be so unreasonable? I'm not going to resign. This is my job. I don't need you to run my life for me," Sakura says angrily.
"Me, unreasonable? How about asking yourself what you did with Syaoran?" Amy sneers.
"I did not do anything with him. He is my boss. That's all. We're innocent so you don't have to come and utter all these nonsense. If you're so insecure, why don't you just undergo more plastic surgeries to keep Syaoran's heart?" Sakura snaps as she loses her patience.
What comes next is totally unexpected. A tight slap across Sakura's cheeks gives her a stinging sensation. Sakura holds her cheek in shock. The slap leaves a visible red mark on her face.
"Don't act all innocent with me, Sakura. I thought you've genuinely given up on Syaoran but no, you're much smarter than that. So instead, you treat me as a fool and go on an escapade with Syaoran. Don't pretend that you did not kiss Syaoran at Lidia Island. I'm not stupid," Amy says with a disgusted look on her face.
Feeling angered, Sakura raises her hand and tries to slap Amy back but Amy catches her hand in time. Then, she pushes Sakura away violently, causing the latter to lose her balance and fall down to the hard pavement, with the cold drizzle which seems to be getting heavier.
Sakura simply cannot understand. Her body is aching all over. She feels so weak all of a sudden. She starts to shiver involuntarily. She feels cold and her vision seems to be blurring.
"You really are a little vixen, acting all innocent and seduce others. Do you enjoy breaking up people's family that much? Have you forgotten that I'm Syaoran's wife? He is mine, not yours, you shameless slut," Amy says venomously.
Sakura can feel the passer-bys and staffs of the Li Corporation watching intently at the drama unfolding in front of them. She smiles in irony.
Of course, they wouldn't know. To them, she is just another girl.
Another slut who destroys families by seducing people's husband. Amy Li is the wife.
She is just Sakura Kinomoto.
She is a third party,
She's nothing but a slut, just like who Amy is.
"Do you think Syaoran rekindled his feelings for you? Ha, what a joke! He just misses you, as his best friend. He's just intrigued, curious and has a sense of familiarity. Soon, it will hit back to him that you are nothing. You mean nothing to him. I'm his wife and forever will be," Amy says.
Amy's words strikes Sakura hard. Sakura wants to protest but finds no words coming out.
"I know Syaoran. He loves me, not you. After all, he chose to marry me and stayed by my side, not yours. So stop being so shameless. You and Syaoran will never be together. He will never be yours. He will just dump you someday and return to me, you know it, don't you?"
Feeling a sharp pain in her chest, tears start to form in Sakura's eyes.
Syaoran probably doesn't feel anything.
The kiss is just an impulse, a stupid mistake.
In the end, he will just leave her for Amy, just like what he did four years ago. How could she be so stupid?
"I hope you understand your place, bitch. Resign and leave. Stop having any connections with Syaoran and stop deluding yourself with those childish fantasies of yours. Fairy tales don't happen in the real world. This is reality. And in reality, I will have Syaoran. He is mine," Amy says coldly as she gives one last disdainful look and walks away, into the building.
Sakura could feel tears flowing from her eyes but it's probably not noticeable. The tears are washed away by the cold rain which is getting heavier.
She knows it is a mistake. Their relationship is a thing of the past. A flicker of hope is all she got.
And now, it's gone.
And along with it comes a sharp pain, one that is comparable to what she felt four years ago.
Mustering the remaining strength left in her, she tries to stand up again, albeit wobbly. Then, she slowly walks away from the building, suddenly feeling empty except for the cold rain falling on her pale skin, reminding her of her past memories.
Suddenly, it feels too painful.
Her head hurts, her feet are sore, her cheek is stinging and her heart hurts. As her vision starts to blur, the memories forming in her head become more surreal.
"Sorry, Sakura. But I love Amy now,"
Those words uttered four years ago, how could she ever forget? She tried but it just won't go away. All this while, she's been trying to erase the memory but to no avail.
Why did he have to kiss her that night?
Why must he give her a tiny hope just to destroy it so cruelly?
Perhaps it's best to let go.
Suddenly, she bumps into someone. A guy with a firm chest.
And the last thing she remembers before she falls into the abyss of darkness is an all too familiar voice calling out to her.
Chapter 16: Confrontations
Syaoran just could not believe what his eyes were seeing. He stood stoically at the glass window in his office and looked down. He certainly wasn't enjoying the bird's eye view, not when the scene revolved around the two ladies.
To be precise, it revolved around his two wives.
He carefully kept an emotionless expression in his handsome features, but deep inside, he was facing an emotional turmoil. Part of him was relieved to see Sakura with the file in her hands, part of him was worried about her and part of him was worried about what Amy was going to do to Sakura. Judging from the scowl on Amy's face and the glint of hatred in her eyes, Syaoran was sure whatever Amy was planning to do will not be a pretty sight.
It was also raining heavily and Syaoran couldn't help but feel worried about Sakura's health. He knew that the auburn-haired girl was still down with a cold and she shouldn't be exposed to the rain.
But what could he do?
He certainly can't rush down to intervene. Not when the investors and Eriol were outside of his office. It'll definitely hit the headlines tomorrow morning if he were to rush down and stop Amy. He just can't afford to create a scandal now and further complicate matters.
What he saw next however, made him widen his eyes in shock. Amy had slapped Sakura. He knew Sakura wasn't going to let it go just like that. He watched as Sakura made a feeble attempt to slap Amy but was stopped by the latter. Worse still, Sakura was pushed violently to the ground.
He clenched his fist in anger.
Amy had no right at all to treat Sakura like that. His amber eyes were locked on the auburn-haired girl, who looked like a defeated angel. Her head hung low as her clothes were soaked by the heavy rain. The passer-bys seemed to stop and mutter among themselves.
He knew what those people were thinking. They were judging Sakura from a biased perspective. To them, Sakura was the third wheel, the marriage-breaker.
A last glance at Amy towering over Sakura made the last thread of rationality in Syaoran snap. His eyes were glinting with anger as he tore his gaze away from the window and stormed out of his office, only to be greeted by Eriol and the bunch of investors.
"Syaoran!" Eriol exclaimed in surprise. He knew Syaoran was definitely angry over something, judging from the look on his face.
"Sorry, Harrold-san, Takushima-san. I'm afraid I can't attend the meeting today. I need to attend to something important. I'm terribly sorry to trouble you," Syaoran spoke in a serious voice as he bowed his head slightly.
He then turned around to walk off, only to be held back by Eriol. "Syaoran? Is everything ok? What's wrong?" Eriol asked.
"There's something I must see to now. I'll explain later," Syaoran said as he met Eriol's eyes. Eriol nodded his head slowly as he released his grip on Syaoran's arm. He watched as his best friend ran, heading for the elevator and going inside without saying a word to any of the staffs.
Eriol couldn't help but to think, what exactly was bothering Syaoran so much?
Syaoran strummed his fingers impatiently on the walls of the elevator.
Who the hell invented the elevator to move so slowly?
He watched—no-glared at the numbers flashing in the elevator. It had been about three minutes and the elevator was just halfway down. He wasn't even at the 50th floor yet!
Why did his office have to be on the highest floor in the Li Corporation?
The more accurate question would be why did the Li Corporations headquarters had to be over a hundred stories tall?
He tried to control his frustration, lest he ended up punching the wall and damaging the elevator in the process. But he was affirmative that he was exuding a negative aura around him. Whenever the elevator stopped at every floor, none of the staffs dared to come in. They were well intimidated by the cold look in his amber eyes although his face was one without any expression.
Not that it bothered Syaoran. In fact, he was happier that the staffs were wise enough to back away from him. He wasn't in a mood to chat with anyone or even to give a comprehensible response.
If only he could do something to make the elevator stop opening the doors at every damn floor….
After roughly ten more minutes of cursing in the elevator, he finally reached the ground floor. Once the doors of the elevator opened, he stepped out of the elevator wordlessly. His amber eyes were searching for any traces of Amy or Sakura. When he couldn't spot either of them, he headed for the main entrance, pretty much ignoring the other staffs who were greeting him.
He stepped out of the building via the main entrance, and tried to search for any signs of Sakura. When he still found none, he instinctively ran along the pavements, all the while frantically trying to spot her. It didn't even bothered him that his clothes were soaking wet due to the heavy rain. All he cared about was finding Sakura.
Finally, after quite a distance from the main building, he caught a glimpse of an auburn-haired girl. He narrowed his eyes and peered closer at the girl to get his confirmation and true enough, it was indeed Sakura. She was walking weakly, her head hung low. Syaoran wanted to call out to her; he wanted to reach out for the girl who was just a few more steps away from him.
As he started to walk towards Sakura, he suddenly halted in his tracks when Sakura bumped into another man. Sakura raised her head slowly to gaze at the man she had bumped into. Syaoran followed her gaze and found himself widening his eyes in surprise.
The surprise did not just end there. Before he could even react, Sakura collapsed into the man's arms. The said man caught her swiftly and immediately held a worried look on his face.
Syaoran was stunned that he found himself rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. Everything was happening too fast that his normally quick-witted mind seemed to fail at grasping the whole situation.
When he could finally think clearly, he found himself watching as the man carried Sakura away in his arms. Syaoran took a step front to chase after the guy, only to find someone holding him back by grasping his right arm.
He turned around and saw his wife staring at him with a frown on her face. She was carrying an umbrella to shield herself from the rain.
"Surprised by what you just saw, Syaoran?" Amy asked.
"A—amy," Syaoran said, unable to keep his voice steady.
"We need to talk," Amy said.
And the next thing he knew, he was being dragged by Amy back to the Li Corporations. However, all he could think of was Sakura and that familiar blonde guy.
He felt a tug in his heart when he thought of Sakura being with that guy.
Because the guy wasn't just any ordinary guy.
It was Kaname Ichijou, Sakura's first crush.
Amy Nie wasn't stupid.
When she dragged Syaoran back to the Li Corporations, she made sure to cling onto Syaoran's arm tightly, smiling to every staff she saw.
Right, she was making sure nobody was under the impression that she had to drag an unwilling husband back with her.
Image was definitely important and as far as she was aware of, she held a better image in the eyes of the public and staffs, compared to the little bitch.
To them, she was the legal and lawful wife, the lady loved by Syaoran Li.
Sakura Kinomoto was only the third party, a little vixen.
She wasn't going to let anyone know the little 'turbulence' Syaoran and her were facing now, lest her image got ruined and others got the wrong perceptions.
She brought Syaoran to a room in the deep corner of the building and locked the door. She was of course grateful that every room in the Li Corporations was soundproofed.
"Now, we're safe to talk. Would you care to explain how you got yourself soaking wet like this? Did you forget to bring the umbrella with you because all you thought of was that little bitch? Or were you too worried of her that it didn't occur to you that it was raining heavily?" Amy sneered.
"I don't think I owe you an explanation for that. How I got my suit wet is none of your business," Syaoran said coldly, as he took off his wet coat and hung it at a chair. Syaoran was completely consumed by rage for the blonde lady as images of Sakura being slapped by Amy kept replaying in his mind.
"None of my business? How could you say that, Syaoran Li? You're my husband. I'm merely concerned over your health. Don't you know you could get sick if you stay out in the rain for too long?" Amy faked a smile.
Syaoran scoffed and smiled wryly at her. "Thank you for your 'concern'. But I believe you owe me an explanation more than I owe you."
"An explanation about what, darling?"
"About what you did earlier to Sakura. I saw everything you did to her."
"Oh, that. I was merely teaching her a lesson. She deserved it," Amy said.
"How could you even say that? You have no right to insult her like that in public, or even to slap her," Syaoran said, his face livid with anger.
"I have every right to do that. After all, she seduced my husband, didn't she? She was the one who tried to commit an affair with my husband behind my back!" Amy said scathingly.
"What are you talking about? Don't be ridiculous, Amy. Sakura and I are not having an affair."
"Oh really? Then how do you explain this?" Amy took out a newspaper from her handbag and tossed it violently on the table. She crossed her arms and stared demandingly at Syaoran.
Syaoran averted his attention to the newspaper as he picked it up. He recognized the paper to be Poshque Daily, one of the most prominent tabloid papers around. He read through the article on the front page which featured him and a so-called mystery girl. It certainly did not take long for Syaoran to figure out that the said girl was none other than Sakura.
He carefully kept his face emotionless when he saw the attached photograph at the bottom of the article. It was a photograph of them kissing in the rain. Thankfully, the photograph was blurred and it was difficult to tell that the girl was Sakura.
"Explain that, dear husband," Amy said sarcastically.
"What's there to be explained? It's a tabloid paper. That speaks volume, doesn't it?" Syaoran said languidly.
"This isn't any ordinary tabloid paper. It's Poshque Daily. They only report the truth after they had gotten their facts right. It's one of the most trusted tabloid papers around," Amy said.
"The editors are humans, not machines. There is always a possibility that they had reported the wrong fact. I'm even considering to engage my lawyer to file a lawsuit against them for defaming me," Syaoran tossed the tabloid paper away.
"Save you effort, Syaoran Li. The photograph tells a hundred words, doesn't it?"
"It is a blurred picture. It could be edited graphically for all I know. And can you really prove that the girl in the picture is Sakura and the guy is me? It could be another couple for all we know," Syaoran said as he flashed fake smile.
"You don't have to lie, Syaoran. We both know that it was definitely you and Sakura. I can't believe that you took the little bitch to an escapade. Did you really think I wouldn't know?"
"Don't you dare call her a bitch," Syaoran snapped angrily.
"You're defending her now? Have you forgotten that I'm your wife?"
"She's my wife too. As long as the divorce papers are not signed, she's still my wife," Syaoran said coldly.
"What are you trying to prove by treating her so nicely, kissing her, showing concern for her and defending her? Are you trying to tell me that you still love her?"
Syaoran found himself unable to retort back. This was the question he has been asking himself for the past few days, ever since he shared the kiss with Sakura at Lidia Island. After a few minutes of silence, Syaoran finally found his voice, "Amy, I- "
"You love me, right? It's me you love, not Sakura. You've always loved me all these years, right?" Amy asked as she softened her voice, her eyes meeting Syaoran's amber orbs.
Syaoran found himself unable to hold the gaze as he turned to look away, effectively breaking the eye contact. "No, Syaoran! Look at me! Tell me that the one you love is me. Say that you love me," Amy pleaded as she grasped Syaoran's right arm, tugging it a few times.
"Amy, I'm sorry. I don't love you," Syaoran says in a softer tone as he brushed Amy's hands away. Then, he turned to stare at Amy who had a look of disbelief on her face. "Amy, I've just realized my own feelings. I don't love you, in fact, I don't think I've ever loved you all this while. The person whom I love is Sakura."
"No…NO! You're lying. You've always said that you love me," Amy said.
"That's because I thought that I was in love with you. Thanks to you and your father's lies, I couldn't find Sakura anywhere after I left her six years ago. It was as if she has completely disappeared. Six months after that, when Li Corporation was facing a crisis, you told me that Sakura left for America. I felt hurt that she left without a word, leaving me all alone to shoulder the burden, to face the crisis myself. But you were always there, by my side, even feeding me words of encouragement and concern. Slowly, I began thinking that I had started to love you and my feelings for Sakura had died after not seeing her for 6 years. But now, I realized that I'm wrong. I never loved you from the beginning. I was just seeing you as a replacement for Sakura. I was just seeking your companionship to fill the empty void in my heart because of my solitude, because of her absence. When she appeared six years after that, I slowly began to realize that my feelings for her never died. They were merely buried deep in me," Syaoran said.
"No, that's not true, Syaoran. You're just infatuated with her for the time being. You'll slowly realize that I'm the one you love, not her," Amy said.
"Amy, stop deluding yourself. I don't want to continue lying to my feelings. I'm sorry for lying to you and unconsciously treating you as a replacement. I know that my actions were very selfish and I'm really very sorry for that," Syaoran apologized.
"So you really love her? You're going to abandon me for that little slut?" Amy raised her voice as she glared at Syaoran.
"Fine, go ahead. Love her then. But seriously, Syaoran, you sure are very naïve. Do you really think it's wise to be in love with her? You're actually harming her. Your love will bring nothing but troubles and disaster to the little bitch."
"Stop calling her that. She doesn't deserve to be defamed by you," Syaoran snapped, his voice once again laced with slight anger.
"I like calling her that. What are you going to do about it?" Amy asks challengingly, raising her eyebrow.
"Watch your words, Amy Li. I may be sorry for what I've done towards you, but that doesn't mean I won't let you off easily if you dare to harm Sakura in any way," Syaoran said murderously as he gave Amy a warning glare.
"Trust me, darling. I won't have to do a thing. Your love for her will be the cause of her impending doom. Don't say I didn't warn you, husband. The media is a scary force. What do you think will happen when they find out Sakura is the said girl? She will naturally be perceived as the third party, the marriage wrecker. Her life will be in tatters and she'll succumb to the pressure of the media. She will be scorned and look down upon by everyone, shunned by society," Amy said as she bent over to pick up the tabloid paper.
"This, Syaoran darling, is just the beginning," Amy said as she held the tabloid paper in her hands.
Syaoran said nothing but merely glared at his wife as he walked away, slamming the door shut after him.
Sakura's eyelids felt heavy as she tried to open her eyes slowly. Her eyes squinted as she tried to get accustomed to the bright light which seemed to be blinding her eyes. It took her several minutes before she could fully open her eyes and catch a glimpse of her surroundings.
The first thing she saw was a white ceiling, which made Sakura wondered if she was still in a dream. Her instincts told her that she was in a foreign place, a place she had never set foot before.
Her mind was all fuzzy and she felt as if she had a terrible hangover. Her body felt as if it was radiating immense heat, and there was pain rippling through her body. She suddenly felt paralyzed and could not seem to muster enough energy to even lift her finger.
She closed her eyes as she tried to think of the events before she fell unconscious.
Right, how could she even forget?
She was going to send a file to Syaoran when she met that bitch, Amy. Amy confronted her and even called her a slut. She remembered the disdainful looks on the passer-bys' faces. She remembered the sadness that engulfed her when she realized Syaoran probably wasn't interested in her 'that' way anymore.
But then, who had rescued her?
Who was the one who brought her here, to this foreign room that her instincts had no recollections of?
She suddenly thought of the bitch, Amy and the scorn on her face. Sakura hated that lady ever since she first saw her six years ago. And six years later, the feeling of hate had not disappeared but it had definitely deepened, considering the events that happened earlier on.
A sudden rage consumed her when she realized that Amy had slapped her.
Oh, Amy was going to pay dearly for that. Amy had humiliated her in front of so many strangers.
Her pride was officially destroyed in the hands of that bitch.
Sakura certainly would stop at nothing to get even with that slut.
Her eyes flew open when she realized that she had been lying down far too long in this room. She had to get out of bed and at least find out where she was.
She got up clumsily, wincing in pain as her arms felt as if they had no energy to support the weight of her body. She suddenly began coughing, making terrible wheezing sounds. Her attempts to stop herself from coughing seemed futile as her cough only worsened.
Sakura's head jerked up upon hearing the familiar voice as she turned to stare at the blonde-haired boy. Her eyes widened with surprise.
Kaname flashed a warm smile at her. He was carrying a tray of what seemed to be a glass of water and a bowl. Sakura opened her mouth to speak but she began coughing again. Worriedly, Kaname placed the tray of food on the bedside table as he rushed to Sakura's side and began patting her back, making linear motions to try and soothe her cough.
Kaname took the glass of warm water he had brought in and handed it to Sakura. "Here, drink this. It'll ease the cough a little," Kaname said.
Sakura accepted the glass of water and gulped it down. Kaname continued patting her back. Her coughing then began to subside. Kaname placed the glass of water down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed by Sakura's side.
"Are you feeling better now? Do you want me to bring you to the doctor?"
"No," Sakura said softly. Her voice was hoarse. "Where am I?"
"You're at my place, actually. You were in a pretty bad condition when you bumped into me. Then, you suddenly collapsed. So, I brought you here," Kaname said.
"Oh, thank you," Sakura said with a small smile.
"It's nothing actually. You don't expect me to just leave you there in the cold rain, do you? What were you doing in the cold rain anyway? You had a fever when I bumped into you earlier. What happened?" Kaname asked, worry evident on his gentle features.
Sakura could only shake her head and smiled sadly. She did not have the energy to pour out her woes to Kaname. After Kaname had been so kind to her, how could she trouble him with her own personal issues? Kaname was genuinely concerned about her. He even brought her back home, knowing she was sick. He probably took care of her while she was unconscious.
She suddenly thought of Syaoran when the latter had visited her in the morning. He had been so concerned, so kind, so thoughtful.
But, she interpreted his actions wrongly.
He was merely concerned over his childhood best friend. In his eyes, she was nothing but a friend, a secretary perhaps.
The kiss meant nothing to him.
Sakura knew she couldn't lie to herself anymore.
She had fallen in love with Syaoran Li again.
Perhaps her love for him had not faded even after six years. The love was merely well disguised and concealed behind a lie.
But it was all clear to her now. Her love was nothing but a one-sided love. She should never have given herself that glimmer of hope.
Syaoran did not love her at all.
Her heart felt as if it was stabbed by a sharp, piercing knife. She suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to hug her knees and cry.
Six years ago, she told herself she would not cry over Syaoran Li ever again.
She broke that rule once today. She did not want to break it again. It took all of her courage and effort to stop the tears from flowing out. Nonetheless, tears were already welling up in her eyes.
Kaname obviously realized that the auburn-haired girl seemed to be in deep grief. He knew something was wrong with her. He had never seen her like this before. The Sakura he knew was always smiling and laughing at the simplest thing in life.
He knew Sakura was trying to stop herself from crying, and he knew how it was hurting Sakura. Sakura's shoulders were shaking without her even realizing it.
Kaname placed his hands on Sakura's shoulders as he leaned in a little. "Sakura, I won't force you to tell me what had happened. But I know you must be feeling really sad right now. Don't bottle up all your emotions to yourself. It's ok to cry. If it would make you feel better, then go ahead and cry out loud," Kaname said in a soothing voice, as if talking to a lost child.
Sakura looked up at Kaname with her glassy emerald orbs. It took just one warm smile from Kaname.
And the next thing she knew, she was hugging Kaname and crying in his arms. Her tears stained his shirt but Kaname did not seem to care. She began to sob uncontrollably.
She hated how she was weak. She hated how she could fall in love with Syaoran again. She hated how she could not keep her emotions in check. She hated that she was crying for that jerk again, and this time, in front of her first crush.
The past memories began replaying in her mind like an old cinematic record. The events from six years ago up till a few hours ago, they seemed to be reminding her how fate was cruel to her. She continued sobbing until all her tears dried up and she was both emotionally and physically drained. Kaname continued patting her back to calm her down as he embraced her warmly.
Finally, her eyelids were heavy again. Sleep consumed her as she slowly closed her eyes. Kaname broke free from the embrace carefully and laid her down on the bed. Gently, he wiped a stray tear from her eye, thinking to himself how she looked like an angelic child who fell asleep after throwing a tantrum over something frivolous.
Except the blonde-haired lad was perfectly aware whatever Sakura was facing certainly wasn't frivolous.
He knew he had no right to pry into her private life but the girl intrigued him.
Shrugging away irrelevant thoughts, Kaname covered Sakura with a warm comforter. He paused however, and his eyes widened when his perfectly acute hearing caught the final few words Sakura was mumbling to herself.
"Why Syaoran? Why….."
Syaoran stood in front of Kaname's house, his eyes fixed on the closed mahagony wood door. Thousands of thoughts were racing in his mind and they were mostly those of the auburn-haired girl.
After the confrontation with Amy, Syaoran had stormed out of the building. As much he hated to admit it, Amy's words held some truth in it. The media is a force to be reckoned with. They can either build or destroy someone's life and in Sakura's case, he was more than sure it would be the latter.
Once he's out of the building and on the pavements, he was suddenly reminded of Kaname holding Sakura in his arms. There's no doubt Kaname would be bringing the girl back to his place, considering Kaname's place is much nearer compared to the nearest hospital. And bringing Sakura to the hospital would not doubt attract attention, something Kaname tended to avoid.
It didn't take much effort to find out Kaname's home address, considering how efficient Syaoran private investigators were. Without any hesitation, Syaoran gave the address to his chauffeur and instructed him to drive Syaoran to the address given.
But as Syaoran stood in front of the door, he began having second thoughts.
Yes, he had come to terms with his feelings for Sakura, but was he ready to reveal them to her?
He was fully aware that Sakura had suffered so much because of him, and truthfully, Syaoran felt that he had lost the right to love Sakura because of it. Declaring his love for Sakura would also bring repercussions that were sure to be unpleasant, both to him and Sakura.
And he wasn't sure how to face Sakura after witnessing the scene between Amy and her earlier that day. Was he supposed to apologize to Sakura? And if he did, what should he do next?
But still, there was a part in Syaoran who desperately wanted to see Sakura, to affirm that she's fine.
And to make sure that nothing happens between her and Kaname.
Syaoran shook his head and immediately brushed off the last thought. Of course he wasn't here to pry on Sakura and Kaname's relationship. That was just some random thought conjured up by some irrational part of his brain.
Syaoran took a deep breath and braced himself as he pressed the doorbell. "Well, here goes nothing."
A few seconds later, the door opened and Syaoran found himself face to face with Kaname. "Syaoran! "Kaname exclaimed, a surprise look etched on his handsome features. "Hello, Kaname," Syaoran greeted and flashed a small smile.
"What brings you here? Surely you weren't just passing by and decided to give me a house call?" Kaname joked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm not here to make a house call. I'm actually…..I'm actually here to see Sakura." Kaname was a little surprised to hear Syaoran's words but he quickly regained composure and smiled at Syaoran. "And what makes you think that she's in my house?"
"Kaname, there's no need to lie to me. I know she's at your house. I saw you carrying her when she fainted at the pavement." Syaoran said dryly.
"So you're saying that you saw Sakura walking around in the heavy rain, with such a pale face and you didn't bother to bring her to seek shelter?" Kaname narrowed his eyes.
"I would have done so, if you did not catch her in your arms and then proceed to carry her away," Syaoran said curtly, slightly irritated by the thought.
"Ah….. Then do you know why was Sakura walking aimlessly in the heavy rain when she was obviously feeling unwell? And why are you so concerned about her? Are bosses normally so concerned about their secretaries?"
"Sakura is not only my secretary, she's also my childhood best friend. I believe I have the right to be concerned about her. Just let me in to see her," Syaoran said brusquely and took a step forward only to be stopped by Kaname.
"You haven't answer my earlier question. Why was Sakura in such condition when I found her?"
"Look, it's a long story. I'll explain it to you next time. Please, just let me in." "I'm afraid I can't allow that. I'm not sure Sakura wants to see you when she wakes up." Syaoran narrowed his eyes at Kaname's words. "What do you mean by that?"
"I heard Sakura mumbling some very….sorrowful words. And I think that you're the reason why she was so hurt and sad," Kaname said as his expression grew serious.
Syaoran's eyes widened. Sorrowful words? What did Sakura said to Kaname?
"What did you hear from her?" "I don't think you have the right to know, Syaoran. It's none of your business."
"I'll explain everything later. Just let me in."
"No, I won't. I'm afraid you'll have to lea—"
Just then, there was a loud crash from inside the house. It sounded like the sound of glass crashing to the ground. Syaoran and Kaname's head jerked towards the direction of the sound. A string of coughs then followed.
"Let me in, Kaname. Something must have happened to Sakura," Syaoran said, urgency evident in his voice. "No, I—" Growing frustrated and unable to keep calm, Syaoran pushed Kaname aside with all his strength and ran in the house, following the direction of the coughing sounds.
Syaoran soon arrived at the room where Sakura was. The auburn haired girl was coughing violently and there were broken shards of glasses on the floor near the bedside table. She probably tried to reach out for the glass of water before it fell to the ground.
"Sakura!" Syaoran immediately rushed to Sakura's side and sat on the side of the bed. He patted Sakura's back gently in an attempt to soothe the cough while he put his other arm around Sakura's waist to support her weak frame. Slowly, Sakura's cough subsided and Syaoran placed his palm on Sakura's forehead.
"You're having a high fever," Syaoran said, more to himself than to Sakura as the auburn-haired girl was still partially unconscious. Syaoran then carried Sakura in his arms effortlessly and proceeded to exit the room, only to be stopped by Kaname.
"What are you trying to do, Syaoran? You're not taking her anywhere. Who do you think you are to carry her away like this?" Kaname asked, a trace of slight anger present in his voice.
"I'm her husband."
"I'm her best friends since childhood. I have every right to care and show concern for her. You might be worried about Sakura but that doesn't mean I'm not worried about her. Right now, I'm bringing her back to her place. Then, I'll engage my family's private doctor to treat her." Syaoran said, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"But tell me, Syaoran. Can I really trust you to take care of Sakura? You're the one who hurt her and caused her to be in this condition, am I right?" "Kaname, I care about Sakura. I won't do anything to harm her, not when her life is at stake here. She needs immediate medical attention and that's what I'm going to get for her," Syaoran said firmly.
"But-" "Please, Kaname. Just trust me," Syaoran said in an almost pleading tone. Kaname stared at Syaoran before finally sighing. "Fine. Take care of her," Kaname said. "Thank you, Kaname. I will," Syaoran nodded his head as he walked out of the room and out of the house.
Kaname stood at the door and watched as Syaoran got into the limousine with Sakura and nodding his head at the chauffeur. And Kaname kept his gaze on the limousine as it drove away from his house and finally disappeared from his sight.
"Doctor Shin, how is she?" Syaoran asked after the doctor finished checking on Sakura's condition. "She's currently still having a fever and her cough seemed to have gotten worse. She might be a little weak due to the fever. But don't worry, her life is not in danger. Her fever has slightly subsided. I'll prescribe some medicine for her. Make sure she takes her medicine on time and get a lot of rest. She should be alright after a week of good rest," Doctor Shin said calmly with a smile.
"Alright. I'll tell the maids to make sure she takes her medicine on time. Thank you very much, doctor. "
"Don't mention it. It's my duty after all. Now then, you'll have to excuse me. I'll go prepare the prescription now." "Okay. You can hand the prescription to Chiharu, Sakura's personal maid. She'll know what to do," Syaoran said. "Chiharu is still Sakura's personal maid after all these years? Nothing seems to have changed," Doctor Shin said with a fond smile.
"I don't know about that Doctor Shin. There are quite many things that have changed over the years," Syaoran said with a wistful smile. "Such as my relationship with Sakura." Those words were left unspoken but somehow Doctor Shin seemed to understand what Syaoran was referring to.
"But I can tell that there are some things that still remain the same, such as the fact that you still care so much for Sakura and the same worried look on your face whenever she falls sick," Doctor Shin said. Syaoran merely flashed him a small smile in response.
"Syaoran, I've watched you two grow up from young, up till now. I know that Sakura's body has always been rather weak although she hates to admit it. So, take good care of her. Don't let anything bad happen to her." "Don't worry, I will. Thank you, doctor," Syaoran said respectfully as he bowed his head slightly. Doctor Shin smiled and nodded his head in response. He left the room to prepare the prescription, leaving Syaoran and Sakura alone.
Syaoran walked towards Sakura who was sleeping soundly and sat on the edge of the bed. His amber orbs were fixed on Sakura's angelic face. He gently brushed away a few strands of stray hair that covered Sakura's face and smiled. She looked slightly pale but in Syaoran's eyes, she still looked beautiful and just like an angel. A sleeping angel.
"Sakura, do you know how much you got me worried? What were you doing in the heavy rain in such sickly condition?" Syaoran whispered as he held Sakura's right hand tenderly. "Why didn't you duck when Amy wanted to slap you? Why let yourself be humiliated by Amy in public?" Syaoran admonished quietly.
"I'm so glad you're alright. Just don't scare me again like that, okay?" Syaoran gave Sakura's hand a slight squeeze and he smiled at her sleeping figure.
"Daddy." Syaoran turned around to see Shinji standing at the door, his face carrying a gloomy look. Tears were welling up in his eyes. "Shinji, come here," Syaoran said with a smile as his hands gestured for Shinji to come forward towards him and Sakura.
Shinji walked towards Syaoran with his head hung low and stopped before Syaoran. "What's wrong, Shinji? Don't be so unhappy," Syaoran asked gently as he ruffled Shinji's chestnut hair. When Shinji looked up to stare at Syaoran, tears were already falling down from his cheeks. "Will mummy be alright? She looks so pale. Why is she still sleeping? I'm worried about mummy. What if she doesn't wake up?" Shinji cried out.
Syaoran smiled. This kid might be a genius but seeing his mother in such condition probably scared him. He' was still a six-year-old boy after all. Nobody can expect a six year old boy to remain rational when he's scared, no matter how smart the boy is.
"Hey, don't cry, Shinji. Your mummy will be alright. The doctor said your mummy will be fine after a week of good rest. She'll wake up soon. Don't worry," Syaoran said as his calloused fingers brushed off the tears from Shinji's cheeks.
"Re…..really?" Shinji asked as he sniffled. "Yeah, so don't cry anymore. I'm sure you wouldn't want your mummy to wake up to see you crying like this. It'll make her worry." Shinji nodded his head and smiled at Syaoran. "Okay. I'll stop crying. I don't want mummy to worry about me."
Syaoran smiled at him and ruffled his hair. He then helped Shinji to sit on the bed with him. A comfortable silence hung in the air as they both stared contently at Sakura. Syaoran stroked Shinji's hair gently in repetitive motion while his other hand rested unconsciously on Sakura's hand.
"Mummy looks so pretty even when she's asleep right?" Shinji asked as he turned to look at Syaoran.
"Emm," Syaoran nodded his head and a small smile appeared on his face. Shinji smiled happily and continued, "Too bad I didn't inherit mummy's looks. But on second thought, if I did inherit mummy's looks, then I'll look like a pretty boy!" Shinji contemplated and a look of distaste crossed his face.
Syaoran chuckled at Shinji's priceless look. He assumed that Sakura told Shinji he was her biological son and didn't reveal that he was an adopted one.
"If I have a sister, then she'll inherit mummy's pretty looks for sure. Then she'll grow up to be really pretty and beautiful!" Shinji said excitedly. Syaoran chuckled at the thought of a mini Sakura. Somehow, the idea seemed very delightful to him.
As long as he is the father of the little girl.
"I wonder who did I inherit my looks from. Since I'm rather handsome, I think my daddy is handsome too, like you," Shinji said as he beamed at Syaoran. Syaoran smiled at the thought. It was obvious that he and Shinji shared many identical features and he once thought that Shinji was his son. But since Sakura vehemently denied it and even proved that Shinji was her adopted son, Syaoran had no choice but to give up on the idea.
"Hey, since you've called me daddy, you probably inherited your good looks from me. That's why we're both so handsome and charming. I'm sure you'll grow up to be a lady-killer like me too," Syaoran said with a grin, deciding to play along.
Shinji beamed happily at Syaoran. He was happy that Syaoran wanted to acknowledge him as his son, even though Syaoran didn't know about the truth. "I guess you're right, daddy. And I probably inherited my brains from you too," Shinji said cheekily while Syaoran chuckled at him.
"Of course you did. I'm absolutely sure of that. Okay, I'm gonna go get mummy's medicine from Chiharu. Shinji, you shall stay here to accompany mummy," Syaoran said as he patted Shinji's head.
"No, I'll go get mummy's medicine. Daddy shall stay here with mummy," Shinji argued as he stood up. "Are you sure?" Syaoran asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah, don't worry. I'll go get the medicine from Chiharu onee-san," Shinji said as he ran out of the room. He wanted to let his father spend more time with his mother.
Syaoran watched as Shinji ran out of the room and shook his head. Then, he turned his attention back to Sakura. "Are you sure Shinji is your adopted son? You're not lying to me, right? Shinji….He…He looks everything like the son I've always imagined we'll have," Syaoran said softly, a pensive smile on his face.
A moment of silence passed by before it was broken by Tomoyo's loud exclamation. "Syaoran Li, what is the meaning of this?"
Syaoran snapped out of his thoughts as he turned around. He was surprised to see a livid Tomoyo accompanied by her fiancé. Tomoyo seemed to be holding a tabloid paper in her hand and Syaoran had a hunch it was the same tabloid paper as the one Amy held in her hands when she confronted Syaoran earlier that day.
"Tomoyo, keep it down. Sakura is still sleeping. I'm sure you wouldn't want to wake her up," Eriol said as he placed his hand gently on Tomoyo's shoulder. Tomoyo seemed to have taken Eriol's words into consideration as when she spoke her next words, she was calmer. "Syaoran Li, we need to talk. Now. Outside."
Syaoran nodded his head and tucked Sakura in the blanket before standing up and following Tomoyo out of the room and into the hallway.
Confronting a livid Tomoyo sure wasn't going to be pleasant.
Confronting a livid and pregnant Tomoyo was definitely going to be a taste of hell itself.
Syaoran prayed that his eardrums could withstand the abuse they were going to receive.
Once they were in the hallway, Tomoyo stopped and stared at Syaoran, her arms crossed. "Syaoran, can you explain what is this?" she asked with as she flashed her infamous smile. She then threw the tabloid paper harshly at Syaoran who did not bother to dodge or catch it. The paper hit his chest and landed with a thud on the floor.
Syaoran let his gaze fall on the tabloid paper as he carefully kept his face blank. "It's a tabloid paper, Tomoyo. You know tabloid papers only spread rumours and lies," Syaoran said dryly.
"Save me all that crap, Syaoran Li. There's no need to lie to me. We all know that you and Sakura went to Lidia Island with Eriol for the launching of some project. Don't tell me it's some stupid coincidence," Tomoyo snapped as she narrowed her eyes at Syaoran.
Syaoran kept quiet and made no response to Tomoyo's words. "Look, Syaoran. I'm all for you and Sakura getting back together. In fact, I don't fully support her to divorce you, even though you've made her suffered so much," Tomoyo said.
"Then why the need for this confrontation?" Syaoran asked in his emotionless voice. "Because I care for Sakura. I don't want you to go give her some false hope only to crush it in the end," Tomoyo said brusquely, unconsciously raising her voice.
"Pray tell, Tomoyo. How am I giving her false hope?" "Are you pretending to be ignorant, Syaoran? Kissing her is equivalent to giving her false hope. And don't tell me it's a friendly kiss because it sure wasn't just a peck on the cheek!" Tomoyo burst out as she glared at Syaoran.
"Tomoyo, the kiss was -"
"Save your explanation, Syaoran. I'm not interested in the lies you're trying to tell me about the kiss. I just need you to answer me one question." Tomoyo fixed her stare at Syaoran.
"Do you love Sakura?"
Syaoran knew the answer to that question but could he really reveal them to Eriol and Tomoyo? He stared at Eriol and Tomoyo who were both waiting for his answer.
Syaoran opened his mouth, attempting to voice out his answer but suddenly, Amy's words reverberated in his ears. "Trust me, darling. I won't have to do a thing. Your love for her will be the cause of her impending doom. Don't say I didn't warn you, husband. The media is a scary force. What do you think will happen when they find out Sakura is the said girl?..."
His gaze then landed on the tabloid paper lying on the marble floor.
"This, Syaoran darling, is just the beginning,"
"Well, Syaoran, answer me! Yes or no?" Tomoyo snapped. "Darling, perhaps now isn't a good time for Syaoran to reveal his feelings. Perhaps he isn't ready," Eriol said calmly, trying to calm Tomoyo down.
"Isn't ready to admit his feelings? The Syaoran Li I know is not a coward. He is giving me an answer now, whether he likes it or not," Tomoyo said, glaring at Syaoran.
"I don't think it's your business whether I love her or not, Tomoyo. I don't need to explain my feelings to you. This is between me and Sakura," Syaoran said coldly. Tomoyo gasped, "How dare you say that, Syaoran Li? Sakura's business is my business. If you think I'm going to let you play around with her feelings like a toy, you're wrong!"
"Tomoyo, you're being irrational now, perhaps because of the hormones? It's not wise to be angry like this when you're pregnant. Eriol, you should really pay more attention to your wife and her….emotional outburst," Syaoran said curtly as he turned to stare at Eriol.
Eriol stared back at him, quietly pleading him to stop provoking Tomoyo. "Emotional outburst? How dare you say that, Syaoran Li! You're giving me an answer today, I'm not letting you run away from it," Tomoyo cried out.
"Sorry, Tomoyo. I have to go," Syaoran said quietly as he turned and started to walk away, heading for the stairs.
"Stop right there, Syaoran Li. If you love Sakura, stay. Admit your feelings and then protect Sakura from those media and any other parties that you're afraid might harm both of you," Tomoyo said loudly and firmly.
Syaoran halted in his steps and Tomoyo released a breath that she didn't know she was holding.
"If you leave now, it would mean that you don't love her. You don't feel anything for her," Tomoyo said quietly. The hallway was enveloped with a thick air of silence.
It was a few excruciating moments later when Syaoran finally made his decision.
He took stepped forward to leave without turning back.
Tomoyo widened his eyes in disbelief and anger. "Syaoran Li, if you take even one step forward, you can forget about ever seeing Sakura. I won't let you see her again," Tomoyo raised her voice.
Syaoran only stopped for a few seconds before he continued walking down the hallway. Just as he reached the stairways, he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of Shinji. Tears were once again welling up in his eyes.
Shinji had probably heard the whole confrontation. He gazed at Syaoran with his emerald orbs, a pleading look in his eyes.
They were begging him to stay.
As much as he wanted to stay, Syaoran knew he couldn't. He didn't want to bring any more troubles and sufferings to Sakura and the boy. He can't afford to implicate Sakura and Shinji in the whole media frenzy. Syaoran hardened his resolve and looked away. He can't help but be reminded of Sakura whenever he stared at those eyes. "I'm sorry, Shinji," Syaoran said quietly as he walked down the stairways.
Tomoyo wanted to kill Syaoran Li for being an insensitive jerk and a useless coward.
Of course Tomoyo was aware of what Syaoran feared. He feared that revealing his feelings might bring troubles to Sakura when the media knows about it. And the society was definitely going to shun Sakura and treat her as some kind of slut who seduced the ever handsome and successful husband of Amy Li.
The paparazzi will be hot on her trails and Sakura will then lose her privacy. She'll even succumb to the pressure of the media.
But surely it would not be such a hard problem to deal with. Syaoran could just divorce Amy Li, reveal that the bitch seduced him and tell the whole wide world how much he loves Sakura who is also his wife. Then they could all live happily ever after.
So why couldn't Syaoran do that? Why couldn't he just divorce Amy and stay with Sakura?
Unless Syaoran didn't want to divorce Amy because she's the one he loves. Not Sakura.
"I'm so going to kill Syaoran Li," Tomoyo muttered venomously, anger glinting in her amethyst eyes. Eriol smiled a little unsurely and placed his hands on Tomoyo's shoulders in an attempt to placate her.
"Now, now, Tomoyo. Don't be rash. I don't want to lose a best friend and I'm sure Sakura would be devastated if her best friend killed her husband," Eriol said.
"It's your best friend's fault for being a jerk and it's soon-to-be-ex-husband in Sakura's case," Tomoyo snapped. Eriol smiled, "Don't be angry, Tomoyo. Syaoran's just a little stubborn. I'll go chase after him to have a talk with him. I don't believe that he doesn't love Sakura."
"Alright. And make sure to knock some sense into him," Tomoyo grumbled. Eriol smiled and nodded his head as he went down the stairways after Syaoran.
As Tomoyo continued walking down the hallway, she saw Shinji standing at a corner with a crestfallen face. "Shinji, what's wrong? Come here to Aunt Tomoyo," she said gently as she smiled. All angry thoughts about Syaoran evaporated instantly.
Shinji's head jerked up at the voice and he walked towards Tomoyo. As he stood in front of Tomoyo, tears began to roll down his cheeks. Tomoyo was immediately startled and she kneeled down so that she was at eye level with Shinji.
"Hey, what's wrong? Don't cry Shinji." "Daddy….Daddy...He left….He doesn't want mummy anymore. He doesn't love mummy," Shinji sobbed softly. Tomoyo realized that Shinji must have heard the whole confrontation, no wonder he was so upset.
"Don't worry, Shinji. Of course he wants your mummy. He's just…a little silly at times. He doesn't realize his feelings yet. Uncle Eriol is going to talk some sense into him and after that, it'll be fine," Tomoyo said with a smile.
"No buts. Now be a good boy and go wash your face. Hand over the medicine to me, I'll make sure your mumy takes them. Go finish your schoolwork or go play outside. Stop worrying about silly things. It'll be fine. I promise," Tomoyo said.
Shinji smiled back and nodded his head. He handed Tomoyo the medicine which was on a small tray and walked away. Tomoyo sighed and stood up. She turned around and began walking towards Sakura's room, carrying the tray in her hands.
Perhaps she shouldn't have confronted Syaoran like that, when Shinji was obviously around the mansion somewhere. The boy must have felt dejected after hearing the whole confrontation.
"But thank god Sakura didn't hea-"
Tomoyo stopped and her eyes widened when she reached Sakura's room.
Sakura was sitting up, her face turned to the side, looking at the wall. "Sakura?" Tomoyo called out hesitantly.
Sakura turned to look at Tomoyo, tears flowing down from her emerald orbs. She must have heard the whole confrontation as well and thought that Syaoran didn't love her.
Tomoyo knew she shouldn't have spoken too soon. She hastily placed the medicine on the table and rushed to Sakura's side. She hugged the auburn-haired girl and rubbed her back soothingly. It didn't take long before Sakura's began to broke down and sobbed loudly as she hugged her best friend tightly.
So, how was it? Was it nice or bad? Drop me a review and tell me what you think. I'll really appreaciate it!
Almost everyone guessed correctly that it was Kaname who saved Sakura. Poor Sakura seems to be suffering in this chapter as well, but hey, at least Syaoran comes clean with his feelings! But things aren't going to look good for Sakura for quite a while.
I actually wanted to include the part about Syaoran and Eriol's talk in this chapter but I think this chapter is a little too long. So, it'll have to be in the next chapter.
I'm not sure when I can update next. I'll try my best to update as soon as I can, but I really can't promise. I'm starting college life soon, and I don't know whether college life will be very busy. Anyway, thanks for reading and thank you very much for your support!