
Be My Valentine
By: Sakura aka Michelle
Chapter 7
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Syaoran returned back to his room the next day with a tray of food in his hands. He had intercepted the maid in charge of bringing meals to Sakura for the time being. She was leaning against the headboard on the bed and frowning at the script in her hands. He would not be surprised if the script was burning up in the next few moments if she continue staring at it with such an intensity that she did not even notice his presence in the room.
Syaoran deliberately cleared his throat and startled Sakura so badly that the script slipped from her hands and dropped onto the carpeted floor with a soft thud. “You gave me a scare!” Sakura exclaimed immediately as she bent down to retrieve the script, ignoring the slight protest that her left thigh had given her at her action.
“Who else could it be but me?” Syaoran retorted jokingly as he set down the tray of food on the small cupboard beside the bed. “I brought breakfast for you. Dr. Hajime is already here. He’ll be examining you once you have finished your breakfast. I believe you will be up and running about after the little examination later on.”
Sakura smiled at the comment and grabbed the plate of food consisting of sandwiches before Syaoran could reach it and munched dreamily. “Of course! I’ve been cooped up for so long after all. Anyway, I have to practice for the upcoming play. I really wish to go for the rehearsal…”
Heaving a little sigh, Sakura continued munching on her breakfast, pausing only to sip her glass of milk that Syaoran had brought along as well. She felt replenished after that and began to do some stretching exercises and telling Syaoran that her body felt so stiff after a few full days of resting. Syaoran knew that Sakura was nervous about the concert play. He took the script from Sakura’s bed and flipped through the pages, nodding his head several times while reading. Sakura looked on curiously, wondering what he was doing.
“I’ll practice the play with you later on,” Syaoran said after scanning through the whole script. “We’ll do without the scripts in our hands.”
“You memorized the whole script in such a short time?” Sakura exclaimed, totally impressed by this feat. “I took one full day and yet still make some mistakes here and there!”
Chuckling, Syaoran put the script on the small cupboard by the bed and helped Sakura to remove the tray from the room and returning with Hajime, who looked quite cheerful upon seeing the progress that Sakura had made. He began his task of examining his gorgeous patient and then stepped back at last with an approving smile on his face. Syaoran was waiting patiently on the other side of the bed that was facing the window, an anxious frown marring his forehead.
“How is she now?” Syaoran asked as Hajime kept his tools back into his large black briefcase. “Is she fit enough to be walking or even running around?”
Hajime laughed and nodded his head. “She can even climb up to the top of Mount Fuji if she wants it,” he replied cheerfully. “She’s perfectly all right now and it will take a few more days at least before the leg is totally healed. Meanwhile, she may resume her normal activities but make sure that the bandaged is changed frequently with fresh ones if possible.”
“Thank you, Dr. Hajime!” Sakura almost jumped out of the bed and hugged the blushing doctor if Syaoran had not restrained her. “Thank you so much for all that you have done for me,” she added and leaned back against the headboard, a big smile plastered on her face as she watched Syaoran lead Hajime out of the room.
When he turned around, Sakura was already down from the bed and pacing around the room with unsteady steps, her arms flailing around her to help her to maintain her balance. Syaoran leaned against the wall beside the door and watched her, fascinated by her cheerfulness, and gaiety, and he could not help but also marveled at her determination. In a few minutes’ time, she was walking normally without having to hold out her arms to maintain her balance. She smiled at Syaoran as she approached him and Syaoran’s heart skipped a bit at the beautiful sight she created in his own room. He wondered why she could look so gorgeous in that plain yellow knee length dress that she was wearing at the moment.
“Prince Li?” Sakura asked questioningly, her face only inches away from Syaoran. “Are you feeling alright? You do not seem to look quite alright to me right now…”
Without thinking, Syaoran lifted her left hand and pressed a gentle kiss onto her palm, causing her to blush as red as a ripe tomato. “Call me Syaoran,” he told her and when she opened her mouth to protest, he deftly put a single finger onto her lips, silencing her immediately. “I insist.”
Sakura blushed and hastily jerked her hand away from him. “It seems inappropriate for me to do that!” She exclaimed as she took a few steps back to put a safe distance between them. “What would people think if we were to be on first name basis?”
“Let them think whatever they want to think, Sakura,” Syaoran said with a loud sigh. “I don’t care about what they think. I just want you to know how I feel about you.”
Sakura shook her head violently, “I can’t do this! I won’t become the object of the public scorn. It is already terrible enough to feel the force from the female students in my school. I dare not think of what will happen if the public was to know about this! I won’t do this!”
“Listen to me,” Syaoran pleaded, gripping her shoulders firmly and sending warm tingles down her body. “They will understand but they’ll need some time to do that. We can show them that we are a well-match or whatever you want to call that.”
Her mind was reeling and she was unable to think clearly in this bizarre situation. The prince was actually wooing her and he made it sure he would not hide this fact from the public and would definitely and daringly woo her in the public but what could she do? “I… I need some time to think,” she said, pushing away from Syaoran once again. “I want to go home,” she said brokenly.
Syaoran was shocked by her request and was at a loss for what to do. “But you are just recovering and shouldn’t be moving about too much,” he told her. “And who will take care of you when you are home?”
“My father and brother will be there for me,” she replied plainly. “I’ll be fine with them. Besides, I will feel more comfortable in my own home rather than intruding here.”
“If that is what you really wish for, I guess I wouldn’t be able to change your mind about it,” Syaoran remarked good-naturedly. “I’ll arrange for you to go home in half-an-hour’s time if it suits you.”
At Sakura’s nod, he left the room for preparations, leaving Sakura alone in his room, pondering about how she should answer the prince. Should she accept his offer and become the enemy of all eligible females on earth vying for Syaoran or should she just plainly reject his offer? She really did not know what to do. However, she did know that she would feel devastated if Syaoran was out of her life forever.
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