Le Biker

Chapter Eleven

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CCS NOR DO I HAVE ANY ACCESS TO THE RIGHTS AND/OR PRIVILEGES THAT GO ALONG WITH SAID OWNERSHIP.

The rest of the school year flew by in a flash. Sakura had her eighteenth birthday right before finals started, and so they chose to celebrate right after finals were over. Syaoran and Sakura started packing up his house, still at odds over the issue of Sakura going with him to Hong Kong.

Tomoyo was brought into the discussion, and she sided with Sakura. Touya was, grudgingly, brought in, and refused to let Sakura leave Japan. It was the boys against the girls.

As the date for the flight drew closer and closer, Syaoran made up his mind to let Sakura come, knowing that she would somehow find a way to sneak onto whatever flight he was taking. He didn't tell her, however, and was planning a second surprise as well. He told Tomoyo, and asked for any ideas on where to take Sakura for this surprise, but Tomoyo shook her head and left it up for him to deal with.

Sakura was getting frustrated with him, and told him so. She knew that he was keeping something from her, something that he was desperately trying to hide. She wanted to know what it was, so she could help if the situation so required.

Little did she know that the problem would be revealed to her soon. In a very unexpected way.

He was still researching his duties, not that much was coming to light. He had read through various histories of the Li Clan, and noted events that had differed in details, dates, and such, and brushed up on his Chinese. And had even grudgingly begun to teach Sakura.

It was while he was on the computer that she found out about his secret, through a little mistake of his. One that he would never change, if he had the chance later.

Laundry was something that Sakura didn't mind doing, as it got her out of doing other things, like cleaning the bathroom. She usually found interesting things in the pockets of everyone's pants, including money, trash, notes, and the occasional other item. But this time it was different. Much different.

She reached down into a pocket, not paying much attention. But as her fingers brushed against a box, she started paying attention. The kind of attention that occasionally got husbands in trouble with their wives. Or boyfriends in trouble with their girlfriends, whatever the case may be. She took out the box, and forgot about laundry.

The box was a ring box, which she could tell from just looking at it. She was nervous as she opened it, feeling that she was prying, but she couldn't stop herself. A gasp left her lips as she saw the ring.

It was gold, polished and glowing, with a two tiny Sakura flowers of pink sapphires set on either side of a beautiful clear diamond. She closed the box and set it down on top of the washing machine, taking a few deep and steadying breaths. When she opened her eyes again, she picked the box up again and walked to the room where Syaoran was blissfully unaware of her find.

He didn't notice her presence until her hand had smacked his desk, making him jump. "Holy shit Sakura, are you trying to kill me?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Who this is for." And she put the box down on the desk in front of him, waiting for it to sink in.

"Wha… how… where did you find this?" he finally managed.

"It was in the pocket of your pants. So, should I kill you or start tearing up?" she asked, on the verge of doing both.

He picked up the box and, surprise ruined, decided to leave the choice up to her. "Traditional, or not?"

"Not. My parents did it traditional. Forgive me for straying from the beaten path."

He nodded, and opened the box. "Well then, it's yours. If you say yes. And agree to come to Hong Kong with me. Seem fair to you?"

Now she did start to tear up. "Syaoran…"

"Yeah?" he was smiling widely, and held out the ring. "Just one word, Sakura, and it isn't my name."

She started to laugh, and said, "Of course I'll say yes." Took the ring, and then, "Idiot."

"What?"

"You heard me! You're an idiot!"

He mock-growled. And then pulled her down onto his lap. "Do you want me to put it on you, or do you want to?"

They had a small, beautiful and only semi-rushed marriage. Their friends were present, as well as Touya, Sonomi, Fujitaka, and Nadeshiko. Only two people were unhappy that it had happened. Sakura had gotten her parents to agree to play that they were aware of the couple, although she didn't know how. She had a feeling that Touya had something to do with it, but didn't care to find out.

It went off without a hitch, although a few clouds had threatened rain. Tomoyo had filmed the whole thing, tears in her eyes the whole time. Touya glared at Syaoran, although he was happy for his sister and the genuine happiness he felt coming from her. He had caught Fujitaka glaring at his little sister, and made plans to keep his father from Sakura. And Nadeshiko was like Tomoyo, crying the whole time.

Sonomi and Tomoyo had designed the dress, both claiming that Sakura was the most beautiful bride they had seen. "Well, besides Nadeshiko, I mean," Sonomi said, smiling.

It hadn't taken very long before they were off on their honeymoon, paid for by Touya. He knew of their plans after it, and had plans in place to watch over his sister from afar.

"Chiharu-san, can you come here for a second?" Touya had narrowed in on her, after listening to Yamazaki.

"Touya-san? What can I do for you?"

"Do you have plans for the future? And by that I mean concrete, absolute, written in stone plans."

A puzzled expression graced her face. "Why?"

"Because if not, then I want you to head the branch of my company that I'm going to start in Hong Kong."

Now she was shocked. "Me?? Why?"

"You seem to be asking that a lot, don't you?"

She blushed, but made up her mind in an instant. "I'll do it. Just give me details, locations, flights, and stuff, and I'm your woman."

"Thanks. I'll send all that to you in a few days. Until then, enjoy your free time. Believe me, you won't have much of it after you get started." Touya smiled at her and then turned away. "Oh, and tell your fiancé that Hong Kong has great colleges he can go to. If he wanted."

Chiharu grinned. "I will. Thank you."

Before anyone complains, don't worry. Yes, I know that this is the final chapter, but THERE IS A SEQUEL!!! I just felt it better to stop this now, because this story is done. The sequel is called L'Heir, which I felt was more than fitting.

To all those faithful readers who fear the infamous one-chapter sequels that never update, have no fear! This won't be one. I promise you.

I wanted to finish this story tonight, to hopefully make up for all of my disappointed readers who swore I was either dead or locked away from all my computers... I know you're out there; I won't mind if you laugh or throw hypothetical rotten tomatoes at me, I know I deserve it. I'm truly sorry for all of the delays, but be happy: I'm posting the first chapter of the sequal tonight too.

I don't want to give excuses to you, cause there really aren't any. I just wasn't feeling the story, you know? But I didn't want to take it off, because that wouldn't been fair to you. So you have my humblest and sincerest apologies, with permission to chase me with torches and pitchforks. I won't mind.

Now, before I go on rambling, I want to say thank you to my readers, my reviewers, and everyone who stuck with me from beginning to end. I hope it was worth the wait.

See you next story!

Meako