Author's Note: Hello, people. I am back with a fourth part. It won't be too dramatic, but not disappointing either. I think.

Oh yeah, and I have to clear things up a bit--Syaoran only said that he liked Sakura to get her to ride in his car, and then when he kisses her, she screams, and then she gets disgusted, so Syaoran's successfully had his revenge.

Disclaimer: Don't own Card Captor Sakura

Accidents Can Happen

By: Wings of Jade

Part IV: A Strange Romance

Sakura wiped her mouth repeatedly on her sleeve, cursing as she started work. When she exited her workplace a couple of hours later to go back home, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Syaoran waiting for her, standing beside his car, exactly like when he was in front of her house.

"Hello."

"What do you want?" said Sakura apprehensively. "You don't think you've been annoying enough?"

"Nope," said Syaoran cheerfully. "Want a ride home?"

"No, thank you," said Sakura hotly, and started to walk away, but Syaoran grabbed her and pulled her towards the car.

"Hey--HELP, SOMEONE'S TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!" Fortunately, no one was there to hear her. "HELP--HELP!! SOMEBODY'S GOT ME--AAAH..."

Syaoran stuffed her into the car and started driving. He spoke to her as he drove.

"You know, I don't know what you're so worked up about. I was only trying to get revenge, you know...I mean, lots of people would be willing to have me kiss them..."

"Would you," Sakura said through gritted teeth, "Shut up about the kissing thing now?"

"Nope," said Syaoran pleasantly. "In fact, I think I'll talk some more about it. You kick me, I kiss you. The only difference is two s's. So, why get so mad about it?"

"Because it was against my will!"

"Was it?" Syaoran turned to look at her. Sakura felt her face grow hot. Inside, she fumed. Him and his smart remarks, money obsessed brain, self absorbed talk, amazing brown eyes, messy chestnut hair, cute looks, and...

"Hey. Sakura. SAKURA. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sakura snapped, though her voice had suddenly become a pitch higher. "Hey, wait a minute. Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Home."

"This isn't the way home!"

"I know," said Syaoran exasperatedly, "I have to run over Masaru first."

"But he's only expressing his love!"

Syaoran snorted. "Oh, he's got a funny way of expressing it."

"Well, all boys are idiots at one point! Like you, Mr. Kissing-is-good-revenge."

"Well it is!" countered Syaoran. "Look at how mad you are right now!"

"Why you little--"

"Hey, look, there he is!" said Syaoran distractedly, catching sight of Masaru.

"Mr. Li--Syaoran--iie!"

"Naze desu ka{why}?" said Syaoran crossly. Then his voice became snobby. "I can do what I want to."

"He only likes her, you fathead!"

"YOU'RE the fathead, you fathead!"

"Look at your head! Can't you see your head is fatter than mine? Or are you as blind as you are stupid?"

"HA! YOU JUST ADMITTED YOU HAVE A FAT HEAD!"

"NO I DIDN'T! I JUST SAID--"

"YOU JUST SAID THAT MY HEAD IS FATTER THAN YOURS, WHICH MEANS THAT YOUR HEAD IS FAT!"

"AT LEAST IT'S NOT AS FAT AS YOURS, FATHEAD!"

"FATHEAD!"

"YEAH? WELL YOU'RE A BLIND HEAD!"

"YOU CAN'T SAY MY HEAD IS BLIND! HEADS AREN'T BLIND! EYES ARE!"

"I'M SAYING THE EYES ON YOUR HEAD IS BLIND!"

"Forget it!" Syaoran yelled. "I'm running over him anyway!"

"Stop!" shrieked Sakura. "Stop it! You might even hurt him!"

"I'm not literally running him over, I'm just giving him a warning, you fathead, there's a difference!"

"I AM NOT A FATHEAD!" Sakura started wrestling with Syaoran at the steering wheel.

Masaru was carrying a bouquet of red roses wrapped in lavender tissue paper. He was humming to himself, oblivious of the screaming and arguing and unlikely pair in a blue convertible.

Sakura was getting frustrated. Syaoran may be giving him a warning, but still, she didn't trust the car. Up ahead was a bump, and even if he stopped on time, the bump would send him forward, and then crash into Masaru, and then seriously injure him. She had to warn him.

"Masaru!" she shrieked. "Masaru! Abunai{watch out}!"

"Wha--?" Masaru saw the speeding, crazy car with its equally crazy driver and passenger and dived out of the way just in time. Syaoran screeched to a stop, and yelled at Sakura for a bit for wrestling with him for the steering wheel, because it was against the law, and even more dangerous than what he attempted to do. Sakura lashed back saying that she was only trying to stop him from seriously hurting somebody innocent.

Masaru looked at the pair and then, puzzled, said, "Are you two dating?"

Syaoran and Sakura stopped screaming at each other immediately.

Masaru shrugged. "Well, you two are sitting in the same car, and you guys were really close, too, so I just assumed you guys were dating. And you guys seem like a couple, too, you know?"

Both of their mouths dropped open. They didn't know what to say. Syaoran tried to pull himself together.

"Er--listen, Masaru--um, leave Meiling...um..." Masaru seemed to only have heard 'Meiling'.

"Is Meiling home?" he asked Syaoran casually. "I mean, like, I just thought I'd visit her."

"Um...hai, she is...why?"

"Wel...er...um...well...uh...ah...er..." Masaru held up the bouquet of roses. "I thought I'd drop this off."

Syaoran's mouth fell open again. Sakura hissed, "I told you!"

"You--You--Do you like Meiling?" Syaoran blurted out.

"Um...um...um...well...I just thought I'd apologize, you know, for behaving like a baka, you know, so, you know, I thought I'd, you know, drop by with some, you know, flowers and, you know, a sorry card, and, you know, that sort of thing..." Masaru's continuous 'you know's' were a sure sign that he liked Meiling.

"Oh, um..." Syaoran was speechless. "Well, then, you can--go deliver those flowers to Meiling then..." Masaru left. Sakura waited until he was well out of earshot and then started bickering with Syaoran again.

"HA! I told you I told you I told you! He likes her! So leave him alone!"

"I cannot believe he actually likes her." Of course, he did know, after Sakura had told him, but after really listening to Masaru, it just felt more...real.

Sakura snorted. "I can't believe he thought we were a couple."

Syaoran grinned, and said it just to spite her.

"Oh, I don't know, I don't find it that hard to believe..."

::SLAP!::

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Syaoran dropped Sakura off at her house. She thanked him and then ran into her house. Syaoran watched her go. He touched the spot where she had slapped him. It was so fun annoying her; she would always get mad, and, well...it was so adorable, watching her turn red hot and angry. Usually, he wouldn't be so forward, but Sakura seemed to bring out another side of him.

He gave a small laugh. Sakura was a pretty interesting, cute, attractive, bright, and lovable girl, all in all, even if she did kick him, contradict him, and slap him across the face...

But then again, maybe it was because of those reasons that he was so intrigued by her.

xxx

"Why are you wiping your mouth, kaijuu?"

"Because somebody kissed me."

"YUCK! EW! THAT IS SOOOOOO GROSS!" Touya paused. "Who kissed you?"

"That guy you were all for to murder."

"NANI?!"

"Hai, it was him."

"OH MY GOD--I'LL KILL HIM! HE KISSED YOU?! OH MY GOD, I WILL STRANGLE THE AIR OUT OF HIS THROAT, I WILL--"

"Alright, already it wasn't as if--"

"What?"

"Nothing." Sakura wiped her face again. She couldn't believe she had almost said it in front of her murderous, crazy brother. What had she been planning to say?

Alright, it wasn't as if he was a bad kisser or anything.

She could not believe she could even think that. It was totally gross. Remembering a kiss and saying it wasn't even bad? YUCK!

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"No, you cannot see her."

"Can you call her down?"

"No."

"Can you tell I'm here?"

"No."

"Naze desu ka{why}?"

"Because I said so!"

"Who's here?" asked Sakura, running down the stairs. Her eyes widened when she saw Syaoran. "Touya, go away."

"Kaijuu..."

"Touya..."

"Fine." Touya threw a mean look at Syaoran and departed. Sakura ran over to him.

"What--are--you--doing here?" she hissed. "This is my house!"

"I know. Can you come out for a walk?"

"Absolutely--"

"Okay," Syaoran cut in, grabbed Sakura, and steered her out swiftly. When they were outside, Sakura tried to squirm her way out of Syaoran's strong grip.

"What do you want?" she snarled. Syaoran didn't reply. He simply looked at her with those gorgeous amber eyes...

Sakura averted her gaze. Stop staring at him or you'll start thinking that he's hot! "Say something, stupid!"

"I just want to look at you."

"Pervert!"

"Not pervert. You're pretty. And you've got smart remarks, cuteness..."

"Shut. Up." Sakura was peeved. "If one more word comes out of your lips, I will..."

"What? Kiss them?"

"You--" Sakura raised her hand. Then she dropped it. "Okay, what the hell do you want?"

"You."

"Seriously."

"I never joke about this stuff, Ms. Kinomoto." Syaoran was still looking at her. Sakura felt her face grow hot. He leaned forward. She felt her face grow hotter. "Want to be my girlfriend?"

"NANI?"

"Kudasai{please}?"

"Why? We've only known each other for two days...and you don't even like me that way...do you?"

"Actually...I do."

Sakura snorted. "Yeah. After I kick you, slap you, talk back to you, contradict you, insult you, wrestle you, and yell at you. Yeah, of course you like me."

"Well, you just named all the reasons for why I like you so much." Sakura was thrown off.

"Wh-What?"

"I don't know why, but every time you contradict me, injure me--whatever, I just...like you. It's a feeling. I don't get it, but I get this strong feeling that I like you. A lot. And when I like somebody, I go after them." Syaoran paused for drama. "So, want to be my girlfriend?"

"No. NO WAY."

"I'll kiss you again..."

"SYAORAN!" He leaned forward. Sakura backed away. He grabbed her waist, and their lips touched lightly. Sakura tried to cry out, but Syaoran only pulled her closer.

"SYAORAN--YOU--YOU--you...you..." Sakura was at a lost for words. Her arms snaked around him. When he let go, she quickly withdrew her arms.

"So. Yes or no? I know you like me..."

"Fine. Yes, yes," grumbled Sakura. Syaoran smiled. He stole a quick kiss on the cheek and rode off in his car before she could slap him again. Sakura touched her cheek.

"Baka."

Yet for some reason, she did not mind all that much...she mentally slapped herself. What was she THINKING?! She started getting angry at Syaoran.

I hate you, Syaoran, she fumed. Why do you have to be so lovable for?!

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Okay, this is the fourth part. I am ending right here. I have had serious writer's block, so please forgive me. I suppose it's not that daring, but what do you people expect, a make-out on the bed? REVIEW!