Author– Janna18

Anime/ Manga –Card Captor Sakura

Genre – Romance/ Family / Drama

Pairing - Syaoran Li X Sakura Kinomoto

Rating - T

Disclaimer:

I do not under any circumstance own the cast of Card Captor Sakura. Sole property rights go to Clamp. Go talk to my lawyers if there is a problem ;P
I own only the plot and the new characters introduced during the course of the story.

I'm just a poor person trying to create my story with the existing characters from Clamp's show, Card Captor Sakura. (wipes tears) Sole property rights go to Clamp. The standard disclaimers apply.

Summary:

Sakura married Syaoran by her father's wishes to merge their companies together. Sakura has to produce an heir to seal the deal. Meanwhile, her stepsister, Kaya wants her out of the picture to become the next . How far will Kaya go?

The notices are at the bottom. I know your not gonna read anything up here. =P

LOVE, TRUST AND NEVER ENDING HAPPINESS

It's Love All Over Again

CHAPTER EIGHT

Previously

As she watched Kaya playing Sakura accepted a glass of chilled tea from a proffered tray.

She sensed him before she heard him come up behind her. Syaoran slid his arm around her waist and bundled her close to him. They just stood still, basking the silence so rarely shared. She smiled serenely.

Everything was fine until one decisive second when everything turned into chaos.

She didn't even see it coming.

It happened so quickly that she was powerless to do anything but watch in stunned silence as a tennis ball hurled towards her at breakneck speed and hit her squarely on the ankle.

The pain was so sharp that she was immobilized for a few crucial seconds before she doubled over in pain.

Present

The world seemed to stop for that one moment.

The glass fell from her hand and she couldn't even hear it shatter. All she could feel was the sharp excruciating pain that shot up from her ankle. Her ears blocked in pain until all she could hear was constant ringing as light invaded her eyes. She could even sense, no hear the sickening crunch of her bone as it literally shattered from the force of that accurate shot.

Tears prickled her eyes as she almost doubled over in pain. She would have collapsed had it not been for Syaoran's strong arms holding her tight. She drew blood biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming out. She shrunk in shock from the agonizing throbbing.

The next few minutes were all hazy. She could dully hear the commotion around her as her mind slowly started to shut down. She vaguely could remember Meiling yelling for a doctor as Syaoran coolly maintained calm and bridal-carried her out of the place. She did remember vividly how safe she felt in his arms, inspite of the pain that rendered her speechless.

When she finally woke up, it was dark. She groggily tried to raise herself from the fluffy pillows all around her. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was in her bedroom.

Feeling something heavy on her leg, she switched on the bedside lamp. Her foot, ankle and a part of her leg was covered in a cast. Gradually, her brain started processing the recent events in order. Wincing at the memories, she strained to sit straight. She squinted into the darkness and heard voices just outside the door. There were Syaoran's familiar intonations and that of a woman's. She summarized it to be the doctor's.

She voice was weak as she called out his name, but yet he heard her clearly.

Knocking at the door once, he entered flicking on the lights. The doctor followed his lead into the room.

'Hey, how are you feeling?' he quietly asked, swiftly walking over to her side and reached down and helped her into an upright position sensing her struggle.

'Okay, I guess' she replied smiling weakly, thanking him with her eyes. Just seeing him was enough to bring back her long lost spirits.

Grinning in reply, he remarked, 'You sure know how to give me an attack, alright'

The doctor cleared her throat, and interrupted the moment saying, 'I'll just finish my stuff and I'll leave you two lovelies alone. Nice to meet you Sakura, I'm Hanabe Sayuri'

'Nice to meet you too, '

The doctor raised an eyebrow at the less than enthusiastic comment. 'Now on to business, you've fractured your ankle real bad'

'I gathered as much' Sakura chuckled wryly, looking at the cast around her right foot.

'I've stuck them together, believe me with great difficulty and it will be as good as new in about six weeks, give or take a few days. I've prescribed some painkillers and vitamins for a swift recovery and the details have been explained to Li-san. I've also given him my number in case of any emergency. You are to be bed-rested for the next couple of weeks. Unnecessary movement will cause unnecessary pain and that means I'll be called unnecessarily and all in all it will be an unnecessary waste of time for all. Any doubts call me at the hospital. Are we clear?'

'Crystal'

'Good, oh- and there are weekly reports to be made. The cast will be removed when I feel you've rested it enough'

'Whoa there, wait a minute. Six weeks! I have to go to work! I can't just sit in bed the entire day doing absolutely nothing! That is inhuman!'

The doctor shrugged. 'The longer you strain that leg of yours, longer will be the healing period, greater will be the pain and the longer you will suffer because of it. After I remove the cast, you're free to move as and when you please, to go as and where you like, but until then I forbid you to strain that leg.'

'And that is in six weeks! You've got to be kidding me! What am I supposed to with all that time? I'm a hands on girl! You can't expect me to just sit tight and twiddle my thumbs all day long for six whole weeks! I'll go insane!' Sakura informed the doctor hotly.

'Sakura - you aren't moving out of bed until here declares you fit. You can chuck those thoughts right out of your head right now' interrupted Syaoran.

'But I can't take leave Syaoran!'

'Can't take leave or won't take leave?'

'But I-'

'Sakura, you are the boss. You can take off whenever you feel like it!'

'Its for-'

'Just six weeks! Relax. You can work all you want right here in bed.'

'But how-'

'There are these things called laptops and cell phones. And I believe Internet services are available everywhere in the 21st century homes. I'll bring you the workload home and you have access to everything right here.'

'And the A-com takeover deal?'

'I'll handle it myself'

Sakura gave up trying to argue with Syaoran. There was no point. He would continue to answer every single question of hers with his ruthless determination. There was no point in denying the inevitable - if he wanted her in bed, he would have her in bed. He knew it and she knew it.

Hiding a smile at the display, the doctor broke up the argument by pointing at the crutches which were leaning on the wall across the room, 'You'll be using those in about three weeks. It has been kept as a sign of encouragement. Oh, and this is a good time as any to order Li-san around. For the next few months, he is putty in your hands. Use the opportunity well dear, if you know what I mean.'

She winked at Sakura cheerfully as she gathered her belongings.

Syaoran shook his head in defeat as he got up to escort the doctor out to the door.

'You shouldn't have said that! Now I'm in deep trouble' he remarked.

As the thought settled in, Sakura's face creased into a wicked smile. Smirking up at him, she winked saucily.

'Do I smell revenge, Sakura?' Syaoran asked warily.

'Yup, retribution in its true form. Beware Syaoran!' she grinned up at him.

'Should I be scared?' he asked just before he closed the door.

'Very' she replied, with a twinkle in her eyes.

She was exhausted when they left. She lay back against the pillows that were propped up behind her as she waited for Syaoran to come back. His very presence seemed to govern her emotions and it seemed that there was nothing she could do about it.

She looked down at her cast as the skin around it was already beginning to itch badly. Sighing in defeat, she tried to imagine just how in the world she was going to survive the next few hours, let alone weeks!

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear Syaoran enter the room. She was startled when she heard Syaoran remark, 'You think too much Sakura'

'I don't think I think too much!' she denied bristling at the accusation.

'See what I mean?' he replied with a smirk.

Glaring up at him, she said, 'You are insufferable!'

Chuckling, he replied, 'Whatever you say, madam!'

'Don't you patronize me mister!' she retorted.

She mildly registered the emotional tailspin she was on, from downright exhausted to completely furious with the doctor, from calm to riled up before Syaoran even stepped into the room, and everything was her husband's doing. She wouldn't be surprised if one day she exploded by the amount of emotions she felt in one tiny fraction of a second of being near him!

'Wouldn't dream of doing it, sweetheart' he answered with a grin.

'You're doing it right now, Syaoran' she sighed in defeat, giving up her mission to win a battle of words with her silver-tongued husband. There was always a next time…

Her stomach made its presence known by growling loudly and Syaoran instantly jumped into action. He laid the dinner tray on her lap and picked up the spoon and the fork. He was arranging the food when she asked him softly, 'What exactly happened today at the court?'

Looking up from the tray, Syaoran looked directly into her eyes as he said, 'We'll talk about this later, okay?'

There was something in his eyes that convinced her to leave the subject alone and so she kept silent inspite of her better judgement.

'Tuck in, Sakura'

'Bon appetite!'

As she carefully spooning the soup and tasting it, her eyes widened in surprise looking at the soup and eggs in new light. 'Don't tell me that you made these!'

'What makes you think that?' he questioned as a tiny smile played across his lips.

'Hmmm… Let me see, there are three people in the house at present - the housekeeper, the wife and the husband. I know that Miyu didn't do it and I sure as hell know that I didn't do it, so that leaves you. Case closed. You didn't tell me that you could cook!'

'It that so unbelievable? I lived in an apartment with two other guys during my early college. In that life, it was mandatory to cook your own food or end up eating the food cooked by your room mates and that is an experience I never want to repeat.' He explained as a matter of fact.

Cocking an eyebrow, she asked, 'And I take it that you weren't bowled over by their prowess in the kitchen?'

He shuddered in reply, 'They single-handedly managed to burn water. I rest my case.'

At that, Sakura started to laugh hysterically, her mind conjuring up an image of the scene.

'So, if I wanted you to cook me dinner every day, I get to have my breakfast for dinner?'

'That and ice cream' The innocent look he attempted to pull on failed miserably, as his amber eyes ran down the length of her body conveying exactly what he would consider a proper dessert. Sakura shivered in response to his heated glance.

'So what else can you do, besides soup and eggs?'

'I had to learn the bare essentials, which comprises of omelets, bacons, toast and soup.' He completed his menu.

'That's it?' she asked playfully.

'You were just amazed I could cook a minute ago and now you're complaining because I can cook only so much?'

'It is hard to imagine you not excelling at something. Its different and frankly – I could get used to it…'

'Get used to what? Me failing in the kitchen or the soup?' he winked at her.

'Definitely both' ,she replied with a twinkle in her eyes.

'Witch' he retorted playfully as he lunged towards her.

Deciding that talking wasn't going to help his case and because his wife looked just too utterly delectable sitting there plopped in cushions, he swooped down suddenly and caught her lips with his, all the while neatly transferring the dinner tray from her lap to the bedside table.

He had wanted to do that since the moment he walked into the room and only the presence of the doctor had prevented him from ravishing his lovely wife on the spot. Sakura didn't seem to realize just how provocative she looked with her sloppy hair and sleepy eyes and the very fact that she wasn't doing it on purpose drove him up the wall of desperation.

Syaoran's imagination had done no justice whatsoever to the power of the kiss. No matter how many times his mind had tried to conjure it, the impact of the actual kiss staggered him everytime.

She gave herself to him so completely, as her hands wound around his neck and surrendered herself to his desire. She met him halfway through every motion, each movement designed to drive him insane with need. She was like an aphrodisiac that he could never get enough of. Her moaning out his name unintelligently was something he would never get tired of hearing.

Their breathing became ragged as the kiss dragged on. His fingers dug deep into her hair as locks escaped from her knot. This was something so addictive that he never wanted it to stop. Never ever wanted it to stop.

Sakura's mind went blank the second his lips touched hers. Her hands first rose up to push him away but then changed their course as they curled up around his neck on their own accord.

His long fingered hands now free of burden, threaded through her thick locks with intent and unwound her long hair from its haphazard knot. He leaned forward as she pushed back against the pillows which were now a hindrance she could've done without. They seemed to breathe together as they lost sense of their surroundings.

Pulling apart slowly, they relished each second of their desire as it closed around them, forming a cloak which separated them from the world. Lost in each other's eyes, they gasped for breath. The world seemed to be at a standstill. His lips feathered across her face, dropping kisses all over before they finally reached her lips again.

Her hands moved down and spread across his chest, caressing every muscle in their wake. His hands clasped her head as her hair veiled them from their surroundings. His lips delved deeper into her as his fingers pressed softly over her cheek bones.

Coming up for breath seemed to be an unnecessary necessity as he pulled away. Only then did they realize that he was sprawled over her. Coming to his senses, he started to move away, when Sakura stopped him.

'Why did you stop?' she asked, still drugged from his kiss.

'Your leg. I completely forgot!' he answered, still drugged from her response to his kiss.

'I shouldn't have strained-' she silenced him by pressing her fingers to his mouth tenderly. Without a word, she pulled him back to her and pressed her lips to his, saying softly, 'It doesn't hurt, Syao. The painkillers have numbed the area. Anyway, I was kind of preoccupied if you hadn't noticed…' she grinned up at him through hazy eyes.

'If you're sure-'

'Convince me to be sure, Syao' she answered in a husky voice that was completely alien to her.

And he didn't need any more of an invitation to have his wicked way with her.

The alarm woke Sakura up from the deep depths of slumber. She groggily opened her eyes, to stare into Syaoran's amber eyed gaze as he stared down at her, propped up on one arm, the other slung lazily about her waist. He leaned forward with a smile curled on his lips to snatch her morning grin for himself.

Sakura lay snugly, burrowed into the spongy bed with her hair fanning in all directions. Her lips were rosy from his kiss and jade orbs were dilated as they blinked back at him. He could feel himself stirring again as he drunk in the sight of his auburn haired goddess. The thought of her being completely and utterly his, set his blood on fire even as he realized that he was hers, as much as she was his.

With great reluctance, he removed himself from the bed and stretched away his lethargy. Walking to the curtained windows, he yanked the drapes apart to allow light into the room. Sakura pulled up the sheets around her as her sleepy eyes followed Syaoran's movements. The sunlight brightened up the room as it illuminated the clothes strewn around the bed which made Sakura blush to her roots. Syaoran seeing her go red grinned wickedly as he comprehended what had caused it. Sakura looked away self-consciously, biting her lip. Shaking his head, he moved into the bathroom and started the bath.

Hearing the water run in the bathroom, Sakura wanted nothing more than a nice hot relaxing bath, unless Syaoran was included in the options. Smiling indulgently at the thought, she started to move out of the bed, when she was stopped short by a sharp pain down her leg. She gasped as she fell back on the bed, feeling dizzy with the sudden pain. Talking in deep breaths, she stabilized her vitals and waited for Syaoran to come out. Suddenly, a thought struck her. As if on cue, Syaoran entered the bedroom.

Walking across the room, he began rummaging through his closet, and took out his business ensemble and then he went to her side of the closet and started removing her suit like he usually did, when he stopped in mid-action. He straightened himself and turned towards her, his eyes looked into hers first and then slowly trailed over to her broken ankle.

'Yeah, I forgot all about my ankle too' ,Her voice, infused with a tinge of humor, cut through his thoughts.

It took a second for him to realize the implications of that innocent statement. It seemed as if Sakura realize it a second after he did, judging by her gasp.

'Syaoran, how the heck am I going to bathe?'

'It will be my pleasure to be of service to you, Madame' he bowed with a flourish as he tried to conceal his smirk, albeit unsuccessfully.

Catching his drift, she replied, 'I wouldn't want to impose on you, kind sir!'

'Nay you worry Madame, me taking care of you comes in the part of "through sickness and health" of my wedding vows to you' he said with a sly smile.

The sight of the Sakura's flushing face was enough to send his already active mind into action over drive. Sweet God!

As Sakura lay on her bed long after Syaoran had left for office, she had time to appreciate the blaring difference in her husband's attitude. It seemed eons ago that he seemed cold, remote and indifferent, but the past week showed a more overwhelming side of Syaoran. Even the day of the accident, he seemed more outgoing, natural and…. dare she think it… in love…

It had just been a few hours in his company, but there was a huge difference in its entirety. As she tried to put the pieces of the jigsaw, that represented her husband, together, she knew that she was missing quite a few portions which were vital in solving the overall picture.

Even if the "in love" part might have been her imagination running rampant, she knew that given time and a chance, she could make him fall in love with her. That decided, it seemed like a weight had lifted from her shoulders.

Tomoyo, Meiling and the gang were going to crash at the Li Mansion that evening and Sakura had a strong inkling that she was going to need all the rest that she could get. Just thinking about the children improved her mood a great deal. They were innocently curious, did whatever they liked, not caring two hoots about the future and what it held.

It was then that Sakura appreciated the fact that she wasn't scared of what Kaya or anybody else could do, but what they represented as a whole. She realized that they were just obstacles which must be crushed for her to live in peace with the world she had created around her. It was time for her stop being anxious and start taking matters into her own hands. Bring it on, Kaya.

The concept took root in her mind and she smiled as her eyes started to flutter close due to the painkillers starting to kick in.

LOVE, TRUST AND NEVER ENDING HAPPINESS