Sakura’s heart was still hammering in her chest even though she was not the one running on the roads a few minutes ago
Sakura’s heart was still hammering in her chest even though she was not the one running on the roads a few minutes ago. She patted her chest and took in deep breaths to calm her jumpy nerves as she stared at the driver curiously because she was not able to take a proper look when slung over Syaoran’s broad shoulders earlier.
The man was in his mid twenties, according to Sakura’s wild guess as he looked just a bit older than herself. Perhaps late twenties, Sakura corrected mentally with a slight nod. His spiky black hair may make him look a bit younger than he actually is…
“Hey Sakura,” the driver spoke from the front, staring at her in the rear-view mirror, jerking Sakura out from her mental train of thoughts. She sat upright immediately, as if caught red-handed in some sort of silly crimes. “You okay?”
Sakura blinked; she was not expecting him to be talking to her. She did not recognize this broad shouldered dark eyed male and suddenly wondered if she ought to know him from her memories. She remained silent, staring intently at the driver while trying hard to recall anything about him that she might have remembered.
The man frowned when Sakura remained silent and he directed his next question to Syaoran, who was looking out for any cars tailing behind them. “What happened to her? She looks as if she has never seen me before.”
Syaoran scratched the back of his head uneasily as he tried to find words to describe the situation. “Well… Sakura has… that is… She has lost her memories,” he replied awkwardly and then cringed when a string of curses flew out from the driver’s mouth.
“Trust the two of you to get into serious trouble within a week after your hasty marriage!” the man thundered and honked loudly to ease some of his anger.
“We are newly married?” Sakura asked, her wide eyes now staring at Syaoran while waiting for his confirmation.
Syaoran pulled her to his side into a tight hug. Sakura was crushed in his tight embrace but made no effort to protest; what was there to argue about when it felt so safe in his arms?
“Five days, to be exact,” he replied and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I am so glad you are all right now. You had me so worried because you were unconscious for two days.”
“Trust you to get Sakura into trouble, boy,” the driver said sarcastically. “I should not have allowed otou-san to permit this marriage! I was naïve enough to think that you would be strong enough to protect her!”
“Who is he? Do I know him?” Sakura murmured against his shirt.
“He is Kinomoto Touya,” Syaoran replied, glaring at the man in the driver’s seat. “And he is your brother, my brother-in-law.”
“Brother?” Sakura repeated as if the word was foreign to her. “We don’t really look alike though.”
Touya shrugged, “I guess you take on more of mother’s look.”
“Mother?” Sakura was about to ask more but a sudden wave of headache caught her and she held her head in her hands, groaning pitifully in pain.
“Sakura? What happened?” Syaoran asked worriedly as he pulled back to take a look at her. “Headache?”
“Must be,” Touya answered instantly since he was constantly watching her from the rear-view mirror. “Put her to sleep; she’ll be fine after she wakes up.”
Sakura did not know what came over her. One moment her headache was so painful that it threatened to break her brain into two and the next moment the pain was gone but she her eyelids felt like heavy weights and started closing on their own accord. Then she knew nothing after that and fell into a deep sleep.