Author's note: I've finally decided to write the last chapter of this story. I'm sorry for making you wait so long. Anyways, this chapter is longer than what I've expected, cos I had so much idea inside my head when I was writing it.
Enjoy the story ne!
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"Oh my God, the vampire is absolutely gorgeous. With that look, he surely can bite any girl he wants!" Naoko said, clearly pointing out that she wanted to get bitten by the vampire in the movie.
Chiharu laughed hard, making some girls sitting in front of them snap, "Shhhh! Be quiet!" at the same time. But she could see that those girls were trying hard not to scream when the actor appeared closed up. One of them even had to bite a handkerchief in her mouth. "Well well, this is really not a good movie you know. It makes us have unrealistic expectations toward guys," she looked in horror when Takashi clenched his fist so hard that he spilled out the coca cola he was holding. "Oh I didn't mean to say that, honey. You have fulfilled all of my expectations!" she immediately tried to comfort his boyfriend.
Inside Takashi's mind: 'Man, why on earth every girl likes this horrible vampire?? Shit shit shit. I should warn all the guys not to bring their girlfriends to watch this damn Twilight movie.'
"Well remember that Edward Cullen is a fictional character. But I must say that from now on, human guys will seem lacking," Tomoyo commented lazily. She munched the popcorns and looked at Sakura sitting at her right. A frown touched her lips as she realized that Sakura was completely not focusing on the film. Her eyes were on the screen but her mind was somewhere else. 'Well, maybe not for Li Syaoran,' she rethought about that.
Author's comment: "HELLOOOO. Li syaoran is a fictional character too. (sigh) But that's why I love him! Such perfection doesn't exist."
Yahiko looked at the girl beside him in concern. He had never seen Sakura acting like this before. She seemed okay before watching the movie but now she looked sad. 'She must have plastered a fake smile back there,' he said to himself.
"Are you okay?" Sakura was startled when she heard that. She turned to see Yahiko who had worries written all over his face.
"I'm okay, really," she smiled half-heartedly, drinking her soda. 'Damn I mustn't make anyone worried about me. C'mon Sakura, don't think about Syaoran'. But she was more than sure that she couldn't get him off her mind.
Yahiko sighed. He touched her hand gently but she drew away in an instant. That was such a bad response, making his heart break, and Sakura caught that sadness in his eyes.
"Ah, I.. I'm sorry Yahiko," she directly apologized, feeling that she was rude.
"Never mind," Yahiko said in a low voice.
Then the awkward silence fell, except for the sound of some gasps let out by Naoko and Chiharu when the actor kissed his princess.
"Er.. maybe I'm just not in the mood of watching romantic movies," Sakura finally added. She felt bad that she wasn't able to control her mood despite all of her friends' effort to cheer her up.
"So you wanna go out?" Yahiko suggested an option.
"I don't think I can take it," she told the truth. Nevertheless, she didn't want to go out only with him. She was actually the kind of person who wasn't comfortable being close with some guy expecting a more-than-friend affection when in fact she didn't have the same feeling. Moreover, she wasn't going to let her selfishness cause her friends to lose the fun of watching the movie.
Tomoyo, who had been eavesdropping their conversation, suddenly let out a yawn, "Hoaahhm. What a boring movie it is. I can predict the ending, it will be a happy one. I've had enough of these two lovebirds thing. Let's get out guys."
At that second, Naoko and Chiharu turned their heads to her, jaws dropped. If one could translate their expressions into words, it would be: 'What?? Are you out of your mind?? Are you a normal person?? This movie presents the best looking 'man' in the world!!!'
Takashi, on the other hand, supported Tomoyo's decision in a heart beat. He wanted to get his girlfriend out as soon as possible before another breathtaking scene would steal her heart away.
Tomoyo gave a sharp look, pointing her head at Sakura and Yahiko. All of them then finally got the idea, although Naoko and Chiharu would surely cry at home later. It was out of question that the point of hanging out today was to make Sakura happy.
Without waiting any longer, Tomoyo stood up, looking at Yahiko who nodded. Before Sakura could refuse to stay, she took her hand and led her to the exit. The others followed
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Meanwhile……
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Two women gossiping on the street had been interrupted when somebody was smacked down to a pavement, crashing the trash can just in front of them. He had thrown himself forcefully out of the bus which had just passed by. Both women screamed loudly, terrified, when a girl inside that bus nearly climbed up the window to jump onto the street too. Some hysterical faces could also been seen inside the bus, most of which belonged to girls and er.. some gay-ish guys.
The guys on the pavement groaned as he tried to stand up, wiping blood from a small cut on his cheek.
"Ano.. daijoubu ka?" One of the women, who's fat, tried to help him by pulling up his elbow. She was pulled down instead.
"It's okay, I'm sorry I made you freak out," a heartmelting voice with perfect British accent answered before he flipped onto his feet.
"Here, you dropped your cap and sunglasses," said the other woman, who's skinny, in English, handing him the things after finding them lying on the pavement. "But I'm sorry you broke the handle of your sunglasses." She heard him curse.
"Haha, I guess luck is not on my side today. Nevermind then," he faced both of the women and smirked. The effect was spectacular, both of them nearly fainted. "My apologize, madams, for interrupting you both," he took his cap.
"A… a.. are you the one we were just gossiping about?" the fat woman stuttered in disbelief. She thought it was some kind of magic.
Syaoran chuckled lightly, "Wow, what's that about me? I'm so curious." He then smiled and winked; this time they almost felt like flying to heaven. They watched in silence as Syaoran walked off, putting on his cap as low as possible to hide his face from people along the street.
After 10 seconds, the skinny woman opened her mouth again, "I think that explains why he threw himself out of the bus…."
Her friend just nodded slowly, still felt like hypnotized.
Syaoran called himself stupid when he ignored what Mei Lin said about Japan. He never thought that it would be this damn difficult to find A CINEMA in the city. Well, at least he didn't expect that he would have to go to emergency room to help someone deliver the baby first. He looked up to find directions at the board but ended up saying to himself, 'What the hell. How am I supposed to read Kanji?' He had refused when Mei Lin wanted to fetch him up. He couldn't wait at the hospital because the whole part of it had known his existence and now he even couldn't explain where he was.
A sound of honk made him realize that another taxi was asking him to be the next passenger, giving him another chance. "Konnichiiiwaaa," the driver's gay-ish voice was like a thunder to Syaoran. He winked flirtatiously, making him shudder. Another nightmare was definitely something that this taxi offered. Taxi might be the best, fastest way to see his princess but no, he had made a vow to himself not to take taxi again in Japan.
"No thanks," the driver put on a sullen face as Syaoran said that and sped off.
He let out a sigh of relief. His eyes caught a drinks machine just in front of a café nearby. "I think I definitely need a drink right now."
Meanwhile, inside the café….
"What else do you want, miss?? I've told you all the things I saw. Now if you don't mind I've got another thing to do," a man working at the cashier said, annoyed. The costumers who were lining up to pay their bills also looked furious.
"Oh, please. Can I ask you one more question? Please please. You just informed me that you saw Juri Ueno with er.. what's his name once again? Er.. Odagiri Shun rite? So you mean they were in some kind of date, didn't you?" a reporter with black short hair and half-moon spectacles asked emotionally.
"It's Ooguri Shun," the cameraman who was behind her corrected, whispering in her ear.
The cashier man shook his head in frustration. One of the female customers in the queue finally interrupted, "He's said it like a million times. He wasn't even sure that it was them. If it's really those two famous celebrities then they must have been in disguise!" She couldn't let the reporter waste their time any longer. "Just give up, will you? Why do you support them to be a couple that much???"
The reporter's eyes glowed with fury. The costumers had to step back a few inches for they saw a fire in those eyes. "Because if it's fucking true that these two lovebirds are in a relationship, then it will be MY news!! Then my boss will have to think twice before he decides to FIRE me!" she raised her voice, panting after saying those words so loud.
All eyes in the café were now at her. Suddenly her cellphone rang.
"Hello?" she turned her back to another direction, shifting her voice to a very sweet and polite one.
"So did you get the news?" a male voice on the other line, no doubt it was her boss.
"Oh, that, haha," she let out a high-pitch laugh. "Don't worry, Sir. I have all the information with me right now," she lied beautifully.
"Good, it better be true, Miyazaki. I was very disappointed in you. It's been 5 weeks you're working with me but you don't have any interesting news to report. It's nothing! Zero! You heard me!?"
The reporter just nodded quickly even though it was clear that he couldn't see it.
"Now for you information, your friend Matsumoto has successfully come up with something better. She managed to get the news that Syaoran Li was actually now in Tokyo, Japan. She saw him at the hospital and interviewed some trustable sources there. Now you better work your ass off or else you may consider finding another job!" with that he hung up.
The reporter kicked the floor hardly. "Hell no!" she fumed, storming to the entrance to get some fresh air outside. The audiences in the café just shook their head in disbelief while the cameraman followed her.
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Li Syaoran sighed as he felt the cold liquid of the soda in his throat, trying to be a bit relaxed for a while. He leaned his back on the wall of the cafeteria just at the entrance, another hand in his jeans pocket. But before he could take another gulp, something hit his elbow.
As Miyazaki was storming outside, she collided with Syaoran. He spilled his drink to her clothes before anyone could stop it. At that moment, all the memories from the past immediately stroke his mind. He just stood there, froze.
He didn't pay attention to his front so that he bumped into someone quiet hard and both of them fell down.
"Aahhh!" The girl who he just bumped into was startled as she looked at her blouse which was soaked of his drink.
"I'm sorry!" Syaoran apologized directly and when he looked up to see the girl he almost thought that he saw an angel. He looked into Sakura's beautiful eyes and his heart beat twice, how he really wanted to take off his glasses so that he could see more of her beauty.
"Ohhh perfect. You ruined my clothes! Can't you at least stay a bit further from the door??" He could hear the woman snapped, yet he was offguard. The cameraman drew nearer to see his face and nearly gasped.
"OH SHIT. Miyazaki can you take off his cap?" that was the first thing suggested.
"What the?" Miyazaki stared at him for a second, confused, but followed what he said nonetheless. As Syaoran's cap fell onto the ground, his disguise was completely gone. That chestnut hair…
"AAAAAAAAAA. LI SYAORAAAAAAAAAN," a blonde Harajuku girl sitting at the table outside yelled hysterically, pointing at him. People began to murmur, whispering in excitement.
'Dammit," Syaoran ran off without thinking twice, forgetting his cap. The girls stood up, wanting nothing else than to catch the superstar in their arms. Miyazaki, on the other hand, was still extremely angry.
"You .irresponsible badass. Running away without an apology??"
"Miyazaki, are you crazy??? What else are you waiting for?? Let's catch him!!! Don't you know who he is???" the cameraman yelled right in front of her face, making her jump.
"What do you mean, Kitamura?? Who?" were the only words left out from her lips.
Kitamura's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe that a reporter had just said that. "He is LI SYAORAN, you fool! Li Syaoran, the most popular and hottest actor from London. I don't know why he's here but I'm positive that it was him! C'mon don't waste our time. How in the hell you were recruited in this channel as a reporter?? You're impossible!!"
Miyazaki was hurt. "What did you say? I was applying for social and politics department in this G Channel. I don't know why they put me under gossip and entertainment!"
Kitamura laughed, firmly gripping her shoulders, "In case you haven't known, Miyazaki, G Channel stands for GOSSIP Channel, which means that it's the only thing we are spreading!!" (author's comment: yeah I know it's a lame channel)
"Well, I'm not that stupid. At least I know about Britney Aguilera and Christina Spears," she still defended herself.
"It's Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. Shit, we have no time for this," he stared at her in disbelief. "All that I know is that maybe Li Syaoran's here to search for his
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Sakura.
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"I told you guys I'm totally fine. We can go back and continue watching," she lied. They were sitting on the couch near the ticket counter now.
"Seriously, Sakura. You can't lie to us. It doesn't matter anyways, we're all here to have fun with you. It can be other than watching movies. Now where do you wanna hang out?" Naoko asked, smiling sweetly, but then Tomoyo pulled her arm, dragging her to a corner where they had a private conversation. Chiharu, who's curious, followed them.
"Hold on, we can't leave this cinema," Tomoyo told seriously, making them wonder. "Syaoran is on the way here," she whispered. Naoko and Chiharu almost screamed but they hurriedly covered their mouth in their hands. "But I can't let Sakura know yet. I want her to be surprised." She then pointed her head to entrance of the cinema.
They saw two figures outside the cinema through the glass door. One was a guy black-haired guy reading a newspaper and the other one was a girl with a big red hat smoking. Both were wearing shades. "Who are they?" Naoko asked curiously.
"They are Li Mei Lin and Eriol, in disguise, for sure. I was in the phone with them." Their eyes widened. "I know it's shocking. They're here waiting for Syaoran as well. I don't know what he's doing rite now but I'm gonna kill him if he doesn't come soon."
"Well, I guess we just remain here then," Chiharu winked and walked back to where Sakura was. "Hey guys, why don't we just watch another movie here?" she suggested enthusiastically. "Er.. of course the one without any romance in it," she added.
"Leave it to me, darling. I'm gonna line up to buy the new tickets," Takashi said as he walked off to the ticket counter.
"I'm really sorry, guys," Sakura said with sadness in her face.
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Syaoran.
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"Sorry!!" he yelled when his shoulder hit a stall, causing all the magazines to fall off to the ground. Before the seller could throw him some bad words, a group of crazy girls ran in the same direction. A few seconds after that, a mad reporter and her cameraman followed. The seller could just stare at that scene, dumbfounded.
Syaoran turned left to an alley and the rests ran after him. To be honest, he was quite impressed of the girls' speed. Little did he know that they were member of Syaoran's Fan Club and were having some kind of annual gathering at the outside part of the café, which meant that encountering him could make their legs incredibly fast. He turned left again at an intersection.
"This way!" Kitamura abruptly halted and pulled Miyazaki by the hair into a different alley.
"Ouch! Take it easy, will you? I'm a woman!" she complained.
"This is the shortcut, I know this street so well, and I bet he doesn't," a sly smirk touched his lips. "The girls may lose him, but we mustn't!!" Both of them kept running as fast as their legs could bring them. "There!" he squealed happily as they saw a bigger path ahead.
"What the," Syaoran was lack of words when he saw the cameraman and reporter at his side just coming out from a different alley.
Miyazaki looked at the most handsome guy running beside her and said out of nowhere, "Wow you are really good looking, don't you know that?" She looked backward and gulped. "Those girls look insane."
Syaoran bit out, "Just like you. Can u just leave me alone??"
"Well, I'm afraid that's a NO. Cos you're all I have to report now. My life, my career, and my future depend on you," she answered calmly, trying to keep up with his pace.
"Oh God what have I done wrong?" Syaoran sighed in frustration. He really should have stayed in the car with Mei Lin and Eriol.
"Helloooo, you may have forgotten but you spilled your drink to my precious clothes. You didn't even say sorry."
"Ok I'm sorry. Are you satisfied?? Now would you just go away?" he asked as he looked in disgust at Kitamura zooming the camera at him. "Is this live broadcast?"
"No but I wish it is. We can have all the audiences all over the country," Kitamura answered in disappointment.
"I'm gonna kill you if it is," Syaoran said. They turned at the corner and he cursed. At the end of the alley the street was packed with people and cars, quite crowded it was.
"Now now, would you surrender??" Miyazaki smiled mischievously and laughed like a devilish witch.
Syaoran could hear the steps of his fanatic fans clearer; they would reach him in no time. God dammit it would be a dead end.
"Would you surrender????" Miyazaki repeated, in a higher tone.
"OKAY if you help me to escape those girls," he finally snapped out.
Miyazaki and Kitamura stared at him open-mouthed. They both knew that there was no possible way to escape those girls. Suddenly, she saw a rectangular ventilation slot on the wall just behind Syaoran. The size was big enough for a humanbeing to crawl inside, yet it had the lid made of hard wire filaments.
"If you can get rid of that, I think I know the way out," Miyazaki pointed her finger at the ventilation hole, making Syaoran turn around that instant.
"That's not a problem," he quickly got rid of the hard wire with his hands while his companies watched in awe. He threw the lid harshly to the ground, groaning as he saw his palm hand bleeding. Without waiting any second he crawled inside, followed by Miyazaki,
"Wait wait, what about me then?" Kitamura asked panicky, wanting to escape too but the girls had already appeared at the corner.
"It's your job now to handle those girls, Kitamura!" Miyazaki whispered frantically inside the hole and turned around to follow Syaoran.
Kitamura gulped nervously; he could feel his heart pumping so hard inside his chest. His stomach felt sick at a sudden and his knees trembled. He could bare anything but a group of insane, obsessed girls.
Ten girls stopped and faced him with a mixed expression of hunger and anticipation. "Where is he?" one girl in front asked menacingly.
"What? Who?" Kitamura stuttered, trying to control himself and imagine some scenario he could make up.
"Li Syaoran, my future husband you fool," she answered, getting the other girls' attention. One said 'Fuck you' while the other 'He's mine' and other 'You filthy bitch'. Okay, so there was some kind of little fight between who's going to take Syaoran as their husband.
Kitamura cleared his throat, after coming up with something he thought was brilliant. "SILENCE, ladies." They stopped and looked at him. "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I am Li Syaoran's manager during his stay in Japan. Accidentally, our car had some problem while we were looking around Tokyo. Anyways, such a wonderful city it is. Haha," he let out a laugh.
The tallest and biggest girl among all stepped forward and grabbed his collar. "I don't want to know that. I wanna know WHERE HE IS NOW," she threatened him with her frightening voice. He was such a thin man that she could lift him up about two inches above the ground.
"Ah, relax, relax," he pleaded with a nervous smile, fear in his eyes. "Syaoran is leaving now, unfortunately. He's on his way back to Lon—" before he could finish the sentence, the girl smacked his back on the wall, making him scream.
"Girls, what are we gonna do with this poor thing?" she snickered evilly.
"What is that?" another girl pointed at his camera lying on the ground.
"O—ooh, that's.. er.. we are actually recording a short film about Japan and its people. Syaoran will be the host. Oh God, he's always been passionate about Tokyo. Oh.. O-of c-course you can see him later for he wants to interview some girls about the lifestyle here," he stopped for a while, quite impressed of himself saying those lies. The girl's eyes softened for she was too stupid to know that it was some kind of joke. "I—I'll give you all his hotel room number. I-I'll give you," he finished. The girl finally let off her grip while the other girls screamed in hysteria.
"Ohhh Syaoran and I are going to bed!" he could hear one girl cried happily.
He took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote some numbers and a random hotel name in Tokyo. "H-Heere here ladies. I'll see you later there," he gave the paper and the girls abruptly tried to snatch it. "Oh careful, ladies. Don't tear it apart. It's very important, ladies. Very important," he crapped again.
The girls didn't waste anymore time. They hurriedly ran off to search the hotel. "Thank you," one of them even kissed his cheek, making him jump. After that he just sat there in silence, feeling sorry for anyone who stayed in the exact number and hotel he just informed.
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"So you are now coming to this Kinomoto girl. Wow that's like so sweet. This will be the best report and documentary film ever made!!" Miyazaki squealed excitedly after Syaoran summarized his story.
"It seems like this thing leads us to some kind of gamezone," he ignored what she said, faintly hearing some ding song sounds and music from some kind of dance dance revolution thing.
"Aah!! Another spiderweb!! I hate this I hate this!" Miyazaki let out her disgust.
"Shut up, will you? I never asked you to follow me."
"But I have to follow you! Can't you just tell me where you're going??" she asked in desperation.
"Well, do you know the way to 21 Cinema?" Syaoran turned around and faced her with a serious expression.
"No," was the answer. He scowled.
"What? Are you calling yourself a local??" he asked in disbelief.
"It's true I was born here but I never went to a cinema!!!" she defended. 'That's why I didn't know that you're a famous actor'
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At the cinema, just beside the gamezone…
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"I'm sure that you guys will love this movie. This one beats Twilight at the box office," Takashi said matter-of-factly as they took their seats inside the theater again.
"Oh really?" his girlfriend asked in disbelief. "That is.. highly impossible." The screen was still displaying some trailers so that they had no choice but waited with anticipation.
"What's the title of this movie?" Sakura smiled; she didn't take a good look at the ticket when they got in. Her smile faded instantly when she read the title, "It's called 'KILL LEE'" She could feel chills running down her spine. She had a really bad feeling about this, and it could be her nightmare if it was true.
"Yupp, perfect isn't it? There's no romance in it, just some very cool action scenes," Takashi seemed very confident that he had choose the right movie.
"Hold on, don't tell me that the main actor is—" before Yahiko could finish his sentence, most of the girls inside the theater screamed, struck with amazement.
Li Syaoran appeared on the screen. This time he was an antagonist character, as dauntless, menacing as usual. Through the digital sound system inside the theater, his voice sounded like the most drifting away musical melody ever.
Chiharu slapped Takashi hard on his face, "I can't believe you'd do such a cruel thing to Sakura. Haven't I told you that we're here to cheer her up?" He was, of course, shocked to death.
"Aa, darling, I didn't know that Li Syaoran is the main actor. I swear God I didn't! My friend was so excited about this movie, that's why," he explained.
"Apparently, none of us took a good look at the posters outside," Tomoyo sighed, putting her hand on her forehead.
"Sakura, are you okay?" Naoko asked, noticing a stunned expression on Sakura's face.
"Don't look if you don't want too," Yahiko pulled her to him and covered her eyes in his hand, not wanting to see her cry. But it was no use, he could feel his hand getting wet due to her tears. She was crying, and he hated Li Syaoran more.
"I'm okay!!" she said firmly, pulling away from him. "I'm okay." Her broken emerald eyes couldn't lie though. 'I should not run away from reality. I should stop acting so fragile. I have to face the fact that he's gone forever!' She made a promise to herself; she wasn't going to storm to the exit and cry a river just because of this.
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Syaoran landed perfectly after jumping out of the ventilation hole a few meters from the ground. He helped Miyazaki first and checked the area. They apparently ended up near the restrooms.
Miyazaki stopped her when he's about to enter the DDR zone. "Are you nuts?? You have nothing to hide your identity!!" she reminded him.
Syaoran peeked behind the wall and saw some stalls there, but was disappointed to find neither caps nor shades. It's a gamezone and they were selling things like playstation stuffs and action figures. He caught a stall selling jackets, "I think I found something not bad for my disguise."
"Well, good luck then. I'm staying here to wait for the precious camera. Careful, you're my asset," she warned him but he cared not.
"Just take the change," Syaoran gave the money to the seller, quickly snatching the black jacket with a hood hanging at the stall. The seller raised his eyebrow as he saw him wearing it. He realized that Syaoran looked familiar but couldn't figure out how.
Hiding his face under the hood, the superstar walked around while trying to find the exit of the building. He passed some girls doing some moves on the Dance Dance Revolution thing, being extra careful.
"Kinomoto Sakura!!" His heart skipped a beat when he heard someone mention her name. Some high school guys were sitting at a bar at the corner of the room. One of them, the newcomer, threw a magazine onto the table. "Guess what, I just met her." Foreigners, because they spoke in English.
His friend blew a whistle as he checked a page of the magazine, "No kidding man. You're telling me that you just met this girl??" he almost laughed.
"Yeah, check this out!" the newcomer took out his cellphone from his pocket while his three friends drew nearer. "See? I got her picture at the cinema. She's so damn cute that I couldn't help but secretly taking her picture while she was waiting for her friends outside the restroom."
Syaoran quietly took a seat at the bar beside those guys. He peeked under his hood at the magazine and indeed saw Sakura's picture in it, a very pretty one. The headline was something like 'After a complicated triangle love between two Li cousins, heartbroken, she flew all the way back to Japan.' 'So they were really talking about Sakura' Syaoran focused on their conversations.
"If she's so damn cute then why didn't you appear in front of her, ask her, and bring her here you fool."
"Couldn't do. There was this guy named Yahiko dragging her off, her boyfriend, shit."
That was totally a stab to Syaoran's heart. If that guy said shit then it was shit, shit, shit, shit, shit in his case.
"But these pictures are awesome. Come on girl, just put off your cardigan and throw away those pants!"
Syaoran could tell that the conversation would become further, his body shaking with rage.
"Yeah, I wish she could dress sexier. Maybe she doesn't know how, but I would tell her how if she were here now. That's your fault, Shuhei. You stared too long at her boops that you couldn't make a fast move!" Laughters filled the air.
"Ah, this one is nice. She got such a nice ass. Whew, I want those thighs wrapped around me." Each of them commented her pictures in a nasty way, drooling over her.
"Shit, I wanna fuck her till she begs me to stop!" Another burst of laughters. Syaoran couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.
"At least you've done a good job with your phone, Shuhei. Can you transfer these to mine?" before the answer was heard, Syaoran took the phone and threw it furiously toward a glass cabinet at the bar. It made a loud sound as the glass shattered and the bottles inside fell off.
People paused their games immediately, looking at the scene. The four guys looked at the stranger, fired up, while the bartender was calling the security. Miyazaki appeared looking lost, followed by Kitamura holding his camera.
"What's your fucking problem, dude?" one of the guy, who's blonde, stepped forward.
"You had a problem with my phone?" the guy who had been called shuhei also stepped forward.
"Haha, this guy also wants to join us," another one who's bald chuckled in disgust, but his expression changed to fear when Syaoran grabbed his collar. He could see two amber eyes glowing fiercely under the hood. "W-whatt?? Who the hell do you think you are? Are you another fucking boyfriend of hers?"
Syaoran smacked the bald guy's head to the bar table. 'I'm not. But I feel extremely protective.. of her,.' his heart said. He was angry, so very angry. Heck he even thought he could kill them because of what their minds said about Sakura.
"Motherfucker," another friend who had brown hair aimed his fist to Syaoran, but he blocked it easily with his palm. He kicked him on the stomach, making him wince in pain. He then threw the guy with his back onto the floor. Another stab on the stomach with his elbow and the guy was down.
The blonde guy throttled Syaoran with his arm, and as they were struggling his hood fell off from his hair. People gasped, looking at the unbelievable scene. They then looked at Kitamura recording the whole thing with his camera.
"Mommyyy, what are they doing?" a small little girl holding a lollipop asked her mother. "I'm scared," she nearly cried.
"Don't worry dear, they are just shooting some film." And apparently everybody thought the same, including the securities. They didn't dare to interrupt, although they were wondering where the hell the director was.
Most of the people were now taking pictures of the fighting scene. "Oh, don't forget to turn off the blitz," a kid told his friend.
Syaoran launched a powerful kick to the blonde guy, sending him to an empty table nearby, which broke receiving the force. Before he could stand up properly, Syaoran threw him to the wall, breaking his bones. Two down.
The bald guy wanted to punch him but he caught his wrist, dislocating it. A groan of pain was heard before his fist made contact with the face. A kick was landed on the chest, sending the person to the ground and lay unconsciously the next second.
Watching his three friends down one by one, the Shuhei guy retreated when Syaoran stepped in his direction. He choked when Syaoran gripped his neck onto the wall. "Okayy okayyy I'm sorry." Still Syaoran didn't let go, he even tightened his grip until his opponent could hardly speak. "I-m s-o-r-ry"
"Sorry is just not enough. If I ever see you or your friends near Sakura, I'll send you to hell," anger implied in every words he said. The guy just nodded obediently. "Now where did you see her? Where is the cinema?" Syaoran asked in a cold, low voice.
"I-it's j-just beside this place. J-just go outside and y-you'll see." Hearing that, Syaoran let go. The guy finally could breathe, panting. A relief in his face when he saw Syaoran walked off followed by the cameraman and a very excited woman. Some girls looked very happy as they managed to touch his jacket while he was on the way to the door.
The security men could only stand dumbly. "Hm? Is that all? Why are they leaving so fast? Did you hear any 'CUT'??" one of them asked his partner who looked just as confused as he was.
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"That's him!!" She exclaimed happily when she saw Syaoran coming. Eriol sighed in relief, "Hold on, what does that mean?" she frowned, looking at the cameraman and reporter following her cousin.
"Is she still here?" Syaoran asked when he reached them, hoping that it's not too late.
"Yes she is. You look like a mess, man," Eriol commented, with a chuckle, as he looked at some scratches here and there. "Anyways you left this inside the car," he tossed Sakura's white teddy bear to Syaoran
"What happened? And who are they??" Mei Lin asked panicky, pointing at Miyazaki and Kitamura.
"Trust me it's a VERY long story," Syaoran continued his way to the entrance door, putting the hood back to cover his face. They all followed. "So when will she finish watching the movie?" was the first question he asked when they got inside.
"Well, they just got in again, I don't know why," Eriol shrugged his shoulder. "I think it will be about two hours from now."
"Now what are you gonna do Xiao Lang?" Mei Lin asked. "Excuse me, can you give us some privacy???" she snapped at the camera. She couldn't believe Syaoran could let these two people follow him.
"Excuse me, you have no right to stop us rite now. This is MY report, and it will be a blast!!" Miyazaki said, matching Mei Lin's angry tone.
"What??" Mei Lin was about to slap her face when Syaoran caught her hand.
"Wait, Mei Lin. I have an idea," Syaoran said at a sudden; she could see that his eyes were shimmering right now.
"Let's hear it, Syao," Eriol said.
"But I need to speak to your boss, Miyazaki. And I have to meet the owner of this cinema as well," with that said, Syaoran smirked. They could only gawk at him, wondering what he was up to.
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2 hours later.
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Girls screamed when Li Syaoran landed on the ground with his sword, smirking to his enemy. He played with his swords; they way he moved it was like it were the lightest thing in the world. His amber eyes made his enemy cower under it.
The theater was so full of intensity; gasps and screamed filled the air at some moments. Some people whispered under their breath, commenting about how exciting the movie was. A kid nearly put a straw of his drink into his nose while his eyes locked to the screen, while another person hadn't touched his popcorns at all for he was too amazed by the actor.
But believe it or not, there was one line, consisted of six people at the back, which was in total silence. Chiharu and Naoko were just munching pop corn silently, sometimes throwing a glance to Sakura, concerning about how she was feeling at the moment. Takashi had already passed out after his girlfriend smacked his head very hard. Tomoyo was in extreme rage, continuously tipping her fingers just like waiting for someone to arrive. While Sakura just closed her eyes, muted, and Yahiko on her side working his mind on how to comfort her.
'It's coming to an end and none of them has updated me about Syaoran yet,' Tomoyo murmured in her heart, frustrated. Yahiko had been controlling himself not to drag Sakura out of the theater, and he sighed in relief when finally Li Syaoran got killed. Only he was smiling while the other audiences didn't want to accept his death.
"C'mon Sakura let's get outta here," he said softly as the lights went on. Sakura finally opened her eyes only to see the credits rolled on the screen with the soundtrack of the film. Some people gave applauses and she could hear a girl exclaimed 'Li Syaoran rocks!'
"Wake up, Takashi!" Chiharu slapped her boyfriend's cheeks again to get him up.
When Yahiko was about to help Sakura to stand up, the lights went off again.
"What?? What's going on here?" Naoko asked while the other audiences threw the same questions.
"Hoahm?" was all Takashi said, yawning.
Suddenly some texts appeared on the screen, getting everyone's attention. It said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated again. The following preview is the official sneak and peak of the life of Li Syaoran, the main actor of this movie.'
Most of the girls, without a doubt, sunk to their seats just like robots. The others did not but still stood there, wondering what would happen next.
"What kind of nonsense is this??" Sakura couldn't help but ask, receiving no answer.
Next, the screen displayed a video that made her almost pass out seeing it. It was a video recorded when she was back there in London. At the far top right of the video, there was an icon symbol of a TV Channel. It was a letter, 'G' with 'Gossip & Entertainment' words explaining what it stood for. So everybody knew that the video was copyrighted by it.
" Li Syaoran, who recently took role in the Academy Award, is known to have a love affair with a pretty Asian girl." A reporter's voice filled the air while the screen displayed Li Syaoran carrying a girl in his arms, which is none other than herself. Both of them were soaked of water. His fans screamed uncontrollably in front of the gate of Warner Bros Studio.
"Li Syaoran! Could you tell me about your relationship with this Japanese girl?"
Ignoring the question, he reached the black limo and they pulled up, leaving the roaring crowds behind.
Sakura's body shook entirely. This was just like a flashback of her memory she had chose to forget forever and ever. Her eyes were filled with tremor. 'Is this come kind of a joke..?'
"What the hell is this???" Chiharu was extremely mad. "This is so mean! I'm gonna have to see whoever the person behind all this shit!" she was about to leave when Tomoyo suddenly held her back. "What, Tomoyo?"
Tomoyo just put her finger on her mouth, telling Chiharu to keep her voice down, while her eyes were still glued to the screen. She thought she understood what was going to happen. Yahiko, on the other hand, clenched his fist so hard, gritting his teeth.
The video changed.
Syaoran and Sakura walked into the hall protected by bodyguards.
"Li Syaoran, are you going to confess your feeling in front of your fans all around the world?"
"Is this problem going to influence your next contract with Warner Bros?"
Syaoran didn't answer any of the questions and kept walking with Sakura hand in hand. "Get that thing outta here," he ordered, shaking off a lense of camera furiously with his hand.
The bodyguards could manage to block their way so that Syaoran and Sakura could walk freely. "No question until the press conference. He'll tell the truth soon," Syaoran's manager said. Shouts filled the air.
The video changed again.
"Good afternoon, everyone," Syaoran said behind a long table on the grandstand with his manager and personal staffs. His intense amber eyes were eyeing all the reporters with hatred and coldness. "What you've heard from any mass media about my relationship with Sakura Kinomoto is nothing but a lie." The room was filled with noises.
"What's the proof?"
"She's my girlfriend." Gasps filled the room as Eriol said that. Syaoran was lost for words as his amber eyes narrowed on his cousin kissing with Sakura.
Now Sakura just realized that there was a hurt look on Syaoran's face as he saw that. Never in her life had she seen him put that expression before.
It was then a hospital corridor appearing on the screen.
"Yes, it's true that Sakura Kinomoto is at her critical condition. I can't say much unless she shows some improvement," the doctor said sympathetically.
The view switched to outside the hospital. Syaoran walked out and bumped into the paparazzi. Some questions were thrown, but no single word left his mouth. He just walked with an empty look.
The next scene took place inside a bar. This time the video seemed to be an amateur one because it wasn't really clear. Somebody must have submitted it to the channel.
Syaoran and Eriol gripped each other's collars and rolled over the stair to the first story.
"Where are the securities? Somebody, get them immediately!" someone yelled. Mei Lin walked in and gasped.
"Do both of you still have brains?" she cried to her cousins. "I'm not here to witness the two of you doing the stupidest thing in the world! You think Sakura would be happy to know this fucking incident?"
"I'll never see her smile again and I can't hear her laughter anymore, did you know? Sakura won't talk again. She won't walk or joke before my eyes and I'll never be able to apologize to her," Syaoran spilled out his heart, feeling a great pain.
Sakura put her hand on her mouth; tears started to stream down her cheeks as she heard him say that. She had never seen it before. The other audiences were also speechless, stunned by the drama.
Next, Tokyo came into the picture. Everybody was startled as they saw Syaoran ran in the city followed by a group of Harajuku girls. Sakura's eyes widened in shock, not believing what she saw. A smile touched Tomoyo's lips.
"Now would you just go away?" Syaoran looked in disgust at the camera. "Is this live broadcast?"
"No but I wish it is. We can have all the audiences all over the country."
"I'm gonna kill you if it is," Syaoran said. Some peopled laughed at this.
Now the camera was shooting a scene in a gamezone.
Syaoran kicked a brown haired guy on the stomach. He then threw the guy with his back onto the floor. He launched another powerful kick to a blonde haired guy, sending him to an empty table nearby. A bald guy wanted to punch him but he caught his wrist. In no time Syaoran had already made the person lying on the ground.
A guy inside the theater blew a whistle after watching the perfect martial arts techniques knocking down three men in a blow.
Syaoran throttled the last guy on the wall. "Okayy okayyy I'm sorry."
"Sorry is just not enough. If I ever see you or your friends near Sakura, I'll send you to hell," anger implied in every words he said. "Now where did you see her? Where is the cinema?" Syaoran asked in a cold, low voice.
The screen turned to black. Everyone was now bewildered. Sakura could feel her knees getting week and she could even hear the sound of her heart beats.
"Sakura!!" she could felt Naoko shaking her shoulder enthusiastically but she still froze.
'What does that mean? Is Syaoran here in Tokyo?? Oh my God, is this real?' she thought to herself.
All the girls in the room screamed loudly when the lights went on, revealing the real Li Syaoran standing down there in front of the screen. A white teddy bear, Sakura's teddy bear, was in his hands.
Sakura's heart raced even faster, her teary emerald eyes looked at the person she loved the most in disbelief. Her friends jumped in joy while Yahiko sighed. 'He did come here for her. Damn you Syaoran Li, I'll never defeat you anyhow,' he smiled, knowing that they were made for each other.
"I came here to finish what I have to do," Syaoran smiled.
Some girls were trying to approach him but drew back after seeing the serious look in his eyes. Kitamura was still doing his job, recording what was most likely to be a confession. Mei Lin, Eriol, and Miyazaki watched from the exit door. The boss of GTV Channel was also there, waiting in anticipation for a moment which could make the rating of his channel the highest among all.
"But only one single person in this room can tell the end of the story," Syaoran continued and looked up to see Sakura, his amber eyes locked with her emerald ones. "Sakura."
All the eyes were now at her. Sakura stared at Syaoran with teary eyes. She didn't expect to see him again, and yet he was here. She almost thought it was a dream.
"Sakura, I'm sorry. You can see from all the flashbacks, that I brought you nothing but tragedy," he opened his mouth again. He had never feared of anything in this world but losing her. "But I don't wanna lie to myself anymore. I felt the most horrible feeling when I lost you and I want nothing else in this damn world but you," he told the truth. He had never cared about a girl so much like this and he had never felt anything close to this with any other girls.
Nothing could top what Sakura felt that moment. She could hardly believe it. Such a miracle wouldn't happen, she thought. She was just an ordinary girl, and he was her dream. Everyone else was now holding their breath, waiting for her response.
"What about your life?" were the words that left her mouth instead.
Syaoran stepped forward and looked her deeply in the eyes. He didn't think he could bare it if he had to lose her again. He could feel his grip tightened on the teddy bear. "You are my life now."
Her body shook hearing that; the way he said showed that he meant every word of it. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She loved him too much and all of this was just too unreal for her. Had her miracles really happen?
"Do you still wanna be with me, Sakura?" Syaoran asked.
'I don't give a damn whether this is real or unreal. I don't give a shit whether there really is a miracle or not. I know there's only way to prove that you're really here,' Sakura said in her mind as she climbed down the stairs, running to her love.
She cried as he hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of his body, and she knew that he was real. She found herself feeling very safe in his arms. "Yes, Syaoran," she finally answered. Her sweet voice whispering in his ear made him feel like he was the luckiest person ever been born on the planet.
"I'm sorry I made you wait so long," Syaoran said, looking at the beauty before him.
"It's ok," Sakura smiled through tears. He pulled her to him again, making a vow to himself that he would never let go of her.
People were clapping, touched by their love for each other. This was so damn better than any movies played in the cinema. The girls felt like crying, one part was because they were jealous and the other half was because they were touched, so they accepted it anyway. Chiharu, Naoko, Rika, and Tomoyo had already burst into tears. They felt glad that Sakura had finally got her happiness.
"Oh, Xiao Lang, that was soo sweet," Mei Lin also cried, not knowing before that her cousin could be someone so full of love.
Eriol and Syaoran's eyes met, and Syaoran just laughed when Eriol said jokingly, "You hurt her and I'll steal her away from you."
"Don't ever think about that," was the response.
"YES!!! This is the time of our glory!!" the boss of G Channel roared enthusiastically. "Oh my, Miyazaki. You've done such an amazing job!! Everybody would kill to get the record of this precious moment!!! We'll get this broadcasted as soon as possible!!!" he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Oh, thank you, Sir. It is my pleasure to bring you such a beneficial thing," Miyazaki let out a high pitch laugh.
"You'll get promoted, don't worry, you will," her boss told, poking her shoulder. "And you too, Kitamura!! You too! Haha. Ah, don't stop recording yet, my boy, don't stop," he laughed in satisfaction.
"Thank you very much," Miyazaki said again but her thoughts were somewhere else. 'Damn I think I should memorize more celebrity names and their histories from now on.'
A small girl at the front seat pulled Sakura's hand and put on a sullen face. "Why didn't you kiss him?" she asked innocently. Her mother who thought that it was an impolite thing to say scowled at her.
Sakura could feel the heat on her face as she heard that. She bent down to her and stuttered, not knowing how to answer, "Er.. that is—you know, I—"
Syaoran laughed as she stopped the sentence. Before she could continue, he already pulled her up, making her face to face with him, and gave her a kiss. They were so lost in each other so that the world seemed to revolve just around them.
Sakura blushed as they pulled apart. "I've been dreaming to do that to you," Syaoran teased, but he meant that. The next thing she knew was that she was blown away as they came for another kiss which just seemed endless.
One should know that a miracle does happen.
In my case, it really happened. My love was blind and unavoidable. My faith has brought me to England to meet him, and our love has brought us together.
After that day, I continued to live in England. I went back to Japan once in a while though, I missed my family too. I got the role to play in the movie with Syaoran and it was so much fun. It was the moment I first started my career as an actress
Tomoyo visited me sometimes. Her passion and talent at designs made her recognized in London as well. Since then I always felt like there was a thing between Tomoyo and Eriol, you know. Haha.
I am Kinomoto Sakura and this is the end of my story. Now everytime I wake up I can see the man of my dreams beside me, and I can't ask for more.
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THE END
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