Black Wolf, White Blossom

Chapter VIII The Move

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CCS, OR THE TYPE OF BIKES IN THIS STORY. The appropriate groups own then, I'm not going to list them off.

Hey guys, sorry for keeping you waiting. But if you've been keeping track of my stories, I now have four projects. Black Wolf, White Blossom, Wings of an Angel, Inescapable Grasp of Eva, and The Price for Freedom. I now plan to write them one after the other, so my updates will be going all over the place. I also noticed that none of you guys have read my one-shot. Either that or didn't know about it. But please do if you wish to see how well of a lemon scene I write. Well anyways, on with the chapter.

As Sakura strolled into the garage, she was once again greeted by the mini-hanger garage, as rows upon rows of various types of motorcycles were lined up. She looked to her right to see all the lockers against the walls in the corner, and along back wall were various posters of famous bikers and logos of prestigious investors and bike producers. Across the garage in the back corner, was a 'crash pit' where damaged or improperly working bikes were kept until they were repaired and fit for usage. And along the wall across from her was a series of shelf's, containing books, ranging from manuals of how to maintain bikes to how to repair bikes.

'Damn, Syaoran really is one heck of a perfectionist, plus that he must be swimming in cash to finance this place,' she thought to herself. She then made her way up towards the front where she noticed Blaze and Syaoran talking with various people either dealing or showing off the various bikes. She looked in the back corner to see Brock bringing in a couple bikes, and pulling out a toolkit. Deciding to help Brock out she made her way to him when she was approached by a blue haired girl.

"Excuse me miss, can you possibly help me?"

"Well it really depends, because I'm new here," Sakura weakly responded, scratching the back of her head, 'O god, please don't ask me specs, don't ask me specs.'

"Well, I was looking for a Buell Firebolt," the blue haired girl responded.

Sakura let out a mental sigh of relief, as she recalled seeing one during her first day, "Ok sure thing. Just follow me." Sakura led the girl along the aisles of bikes until she reached the aisle she was searching for, led her down the rows of bikes, and pulled out a black bike with silver shocks, and gold trimmings.

(A/N: To those who are wondering if such a bike exists, yes it does, I actually got the idea based on a picture of a Buell Firebolt a friend of mine sent me.)

"Was this what you had in mind miss?" Sakura asked more confidently.

"This is acceptable. Thank you very much." The girl smiled broadly as she saw the bike.

By then Syaoran had shown up from behind the girl, "Excuse me miss, would you like to buy this bike?"

The girl jumped in surprise, clutching her chest, "Please do not do that, and no, I do not have the funds to purchase such a bike."

"Oh umm…sorry miss," Syaoran apologized as his cheeks turned a tinge of pink before he recomposed himself, "If you want you can pay on a monthly basis. I am sure we can come to some sort of compromise."

The girl shook her head, "No thank you, but I appreciate the offer. I prefer paying upfront, or not paying at all. Besides, I am only interested in finding the bike for now. I am looking for a present for my boyfriend."

"Oh well if you want, I can make a note to ensure that we have a bike ready to go at all times so that should you decide to buy one, we can easily just pull it out, and it's ready," Syaoran quickly offered. The girl nodded her head in agreement, and pulled out three envelops from her coat pocket, and handed them to Syaoran.

He raised an eyebrow in surprised, "What's this about?"

"These are resumes for me, my boyfriend and our best friend," the girl quickly replied, "Now I must be going. Thanks a lot for your help." Before either Syaoran or Sakura could say anything the girl walked away.

"That was sure weird," Sakura commented once she figured the girl was out of earshot.

Syaoran however shrugged, "Eh we get weird people all the time," he then handed the three envelops to Sakura, "Here, take a quick look at these, sort them with the rest, then help out Brock."

"Hai," Sakura responded smiling, taking the three envelops from his hands and ran off back into his office.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and pretty soon it was time to close up shop. After Blaze and Brock left, Sakura went to her locker, as Syaoran closed down the gates, and began to activate the security system. When Sakura opened up her locker, she was greeted by the damaged helmet. She lightly touched the visor, momentarily immersing herself in the memories she had since she started biking, before pulling herself back into reality, grabbing her vest, her black helmet, and met Syaoran at the lobby door. She met Syaoran there as he pulled her in to a kiss, before breaking it, handing her a key.

Sakura blinked a couple times before taking the keys, "What's this about? You want me to drive?"

"Are you nuts? I never let anyone touch my baby," Syaoran replied aghast at the thought, "No; these keys are to your new bike."

Sakura's eyes lit up in joy, "Really, a new bike?" Syaoran nodded, as he opened the door, letting Sakura out before closing the door behind him, locking it, and led her to the back of the building where all the employee vehicles were parked. Sakura let out a gasp as she was greeted by a Buell Firebolt, exact design as the one she showed to the customer earlier, but it was jet black, except for the shocks, and the tire rims, and it was decorated with cherry blossoms, similar pattern to that of her helmet.

She turned around to face Syaoran, "You did this for me?"

He smiled seeing how happy Sakura was, "I did get your old one destroyed. It's the least I could do. But this one is different, and you need a separate bike if you want to motocross."

"Doesn't matter, I never really did much. But boy I had fun whenever I could," Sakura responded, "Thank you so much. I love it." She embraced Syaoran as she pulled him into a deep kissing, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Syaoran wrapped his arms around her waist and held on to her tightly as their tongues danced in each others mouths. They stayed there for a while, feeling the passion and the heat inside them, the only sound being heard was their moans.

They soon broke the kiss as they had run out of air. Looking at his watch, he released Sakura as he motioned the fact that it was getting late. Sakura quickly put on her helmet as she mounted her new bike. She started it up, as she listened to the purr of the engine revving it a few times before speeding off onto the road. Syaoran followed suit as they tore the late night road unhindered by the traffic of the rush our. Sakura was having a rush as she felt the power and speed of her bike. A feeling she missed ever since her old bike was destroyed. She revelled in the feeling, savouring every moment. They soon got back to their apartment building, parked their bikes and went into the elevator.

As they proceeded up the elevator, Syaoran had an idea, "Hey Sakura, I'm just wonderin', would you like to live with me?" Sakura's eyes lit up in surprise. 'God I love it when she does that.'

"I'd love to. How about we head to my place first, pull out the needed stuff, then we head back down?" Sakura suggested, "Anyways, plus if need be I could easily lend the place to any of our friends if they need a place to crash."

"True," Syaoran replied, "Either that or we could use your place as our new weapons locker."

"NANI!" Sakura screamed in surprised?

"Well…the thing is, it's kinda awkward for a whole group of people to enter the shop in the dead of night, and come out with weapons," Syaoran sheepishly explained, "If we were to have our meetings in your old room, it would be less awkward, plus then we could easily use your place as a meeting place as well."

Sakura pondered for a moment before letting out a sign, "Fine," she stated in an exasperated tone, "But that means I'll probably have to move out everything."

Syaoran simply shrugged, "That sounds like a good idea, besides, I have no idea what to do with a bunch of the space I have." Sakura giggled as they stopped at Syaoran's floor, but waited until the doors closed and continued up to Sakura's floor.

"Well probably have to make a few trips," Sakura stated, "We have to move the contents of my room as well as the fridge, and a few things from my bathroom, and I think that's about it."

"That's all?" Syaoran asked, raising an eyebrow, "That doesn't seem like much."

"Oh there's a lot more than you'd expect Syao-chan," Sakura stated, "We'll start with whatever personal stuff I have in every other room except my room, because that has the most stuff."

"Why do I have the feeling that I am going to regret this?" Syaoran quietly asked himself. They soon reached Sakura's floor, stepped off the elevator and preceded towards her room. When they entered, they found it clean, save for some tossed articles of clothes and some text books lying around. Sakura smirked when an idea suddenly hit her. She quickly grabbed Syaoran's hand and dragged him to her room and opened the door. What he saw next was something that would boggle his mind for days.

"WHAT IN BLOODY HELL HAPPENED HERE!" Syaoran screamed in astonishment.

Sakura bowled over laughing as she tried to speak, "Oh god…that was priceless….that was rich!" She was on her knees, clutching her abdomen as she continues to laugh, as Syaoran stared at the sight before him. It was your average one person room, small, quaint. In front of the door on the wall opposite, was Sakura's desk, strewn with paper, pens, pencils and the like. Beside the desk was a small dresser, with clothes hanging out of it like most do. Finally, there was a simple bed against the wall opposite the dresser, with a simple nightstand next to it and a lamp. The bed itself was a mess, with the sheets bunched up and such, with Sakura's pyjamas on it. However, what had scared Syaoran was something that was not normal. Every square inch of the room, was filled with tons and tons of posters, ranging from famous animes to famous characters, from famous bands, to famous singers, from famous bikers to famous bikes. Floor was littered with everything one could think of, garbage such as wrappers, empty bags of chips, pop cans; scrape paper, and even some of Sakura's clothing.

Syaoran turned his head and looked down at Sakura who was still laughing incredulously as he asked, "How-how-how can one so prim and proper like you have such a messed up room?

When she was able to recover, she looked up and replied with a broad grin, "Easy, I'm very lazy when I'm at home. I literally do all my business in there when I'm not watching TV."

"But…then…" he then smacked his head, "Oh never mind. Oh god this is going to be annoying."

"Yup!" Sakura stated happily as she jumped up and pulled out a few boxes from her room, if one could even call it a room.

"I just hope you are a bit cleaner living with me," Syaoran stated and he dragged himself away from the monstrosity he had been observing for the last minute.

"Oh don't worry, at home I always kept my room clean," Sakura called out from the living room, "But living on your own, you tend to get lazy."

"At least I don't have to worry about walking into the apartment and run into a big freaking mess," he lazily stated when he reached the living room, to see Sakura removing pictures from the walls and putting them into the box, "So what do you want me to do?"

"Umm…see the closet to your left, behind the kitchen area?"

He looked behind to see a door, right behind the refrigerator, "Yeah? What's in there?"

"Just some unused boxes," she replied as she continued to take down pictures, "Mind pulling them out? I'm going to be using one of them as a garbage bin when we start cleaning my room."

"Sure," he opened the door, "WHOA!" He was greeted by a closest room full of boxes. It was three across and each stack had 7 boxes. How she was able to store that many boxes, Syaoran would never understand.

"O great," he moaned as he pulled out the top few, setting them down before continuing to remove enough so that he could stack it to his height.

"Thanks," Sakura states as she looks around for any more pictures. He sees two on top of the picture and looks at them as she feelings a couple tears down her face. She feels a hand on her shoulder and turns around to see Syaoran look at her worriedly.

"You okay?"

She shakes her head, "Yeah, I will be. It just hurts how I've lost two of my friends, and my family to the White Tigers," she rests her forehead against Syaoran's forehead, "They now know about us. I can only imagine what they could do to you."

Syaoran brings his hand up as he gently caresses her cheek with the back of his hand, "I promise you, I will not allow anyone or anything come between us. I promise you, to the end of time."

"Do you promise?" she asks almost pleadingly.

"I promise," he whispers as he hugs her tightly.

As she returns the hug, she replies, "Thank you, Syao-chan."

He leans back enough so he could look at her, "How about we move the smaller stuff today, and do more tomorrow, and then during the weekend we asked Lighting and Brock to help you move out, ok?"

"Okay," she agrees. They break the hug as Sakura looks at the picture of her family, and the picture of herself and Tomoyo, and lets out a heavy sigh as she places them into the box. She closes it and places it by the door. She then goes to the closet and picks up a few and enters the horrendous room that was her bedroom, and waded her way as she makes her way towards the dresser, opening it as she places the boxes on the bed. She begins to pull out her clothes and neatly fold them, placing them into the boxes. Syaoran who needed a bathroom break passes the room, backtracking to see Sakura had somehow managed to wade her way through the mess. No longer able to stand the bed, he quickly grabs a box and begins the slow and arduous process of cleaning the mess upon the floor.

Hearing Syaoran grumbling, she turns around to see him starting to throw trash into a box. She giggles at the sight before him, wondering what he would be like if he had to handle little kids. She shrugs of the idea as she closes the box, containing a few changes of clothes. She is about to leave, when she remembers he pink pyjamas lying on the bed. She quickly lay the boxes down again, and picks up her pyjamas and stuffs them in before wading out, making an even bigger mess and spreading more garbage onto the floor he had just cleaned.

He looks up at her, putting on a pouting face, "Why did you have to mess up my beautiful cleaning job?"

Sakura giggles madly, sticking out her tongue, "Too bad Syao-chan. That's your fault for cleaning when someone is inside." She giggles harder when Syaoran sighs in exasperation.

"C'mon, let's get outta here. We can continue moving during the weekend. Going through that mess will take us a whole day. Trust me," she suddenly puts the box down and looms over Syaoran with her arms raised above her head, deepening her voice, "Its get worse in there. There are vile things deep within the haunted halls of my room that no man should ever see!"

Syaoran's eyebrow twitches as he responds, "Like?"

"Oh the usual," suddenly replying in her cheerful self, "Old panties, bra's, maybe a few pads and poxes, and maybe even a thong or two," smiling mischievously as she walks out leaving a very stunned Syaoran behind her. She quickly goes into the wash room, seeing her toiletries; she quickly grabs them as well as her last box of tampax, and takes them out to the front where she places them inside the same box that held her pictures.

"Oh Syaoran," she calls out in a singsong manner, "Would you be so kind as to bring my two boxes of clothes down to our room? NO PEEKING!" She then picks up the box of pictures and toiletries and walks out while Syaoran remains sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring into the mass, scratching his head, wondering what monsters waited deep underneath the surface of all the garbage that strewn on her floor.

'I remember that I always freaked at messes but…this really, I swear, really takes the cake…then there's the issue of my room which I trashed…o god how am I going to fix that? I destroyed literally everything. My computer, my dresser, my picture frames, I think a few of my pictures, holy shit that is going to be one huge project.' He gets up and looks around the place and notices something wrong. 'Wait a sec…Wait! Where's Sakura?' He looks around running about the apartment before tripping over the two boxes of clothing by the door. 'Oh that's right, she went ahead, and asked me to bring down her clothes. Sadly I'm not allowed to look inside,' he sighs as he bends down and picks up the boxes. 'Oh well, chances are that she'll let me see them whenever she wears them.' He then leaves, quickly checking that the doors were properly locked. He quickly enters the elevator and hits number three, and waits. The elevator dings as the door opens.

Sighing, he bends down to pick up the boxes again when, "Syaoran!" He jumps in fright dropping the boxes, spilling the contents of the top box.

"You idiot, now look what you've done," Sakura whines as she starts to pick her fallen clothes, "You've dumped a bunch of my clothes." Syaoran quickly recomposes himself as he helps her quickly pack away her clothes, his foot against one of the doors to prevent them from closing. They quickly packed everything back into the box, and soon back in Syaoran's room. Syaoran looked at the digital clock on his oven, to see it read 7:00.

He let's out a sigh as he faces Sakura, "Mind if you make dinner? I have to clean up the mess I made."

"Oh that? I was actually going to offer to help you clean up," she replies, although surprised by his offer, as she remembered how only yesterday he was a total ass.

"Then I suppose we can order take out," Syaoran suggests.

"That we shall, Sakura concurs as she takes out the 5 picture frames in the box, placing them on the coffee table before placing all of her toiletries and towel into the washroom. They then go inside of Syaoran's room as they begin the arduous task of cleaning up the destruction.

"Wait," Syaoran calls out, placing a hand on Sakura's shoulder, "Don't touch the wood until I come back with some gloves. I trashed my desk and dresser badly." He then goes to the closet near the front door in the main hall while Sakura enters the room she had just slept in last night. Now that she thinks about it, she was surprised that Syaoran was able to carry her in here without hurting either of them. She looks in front to see the floor in front of her and the bed were fine. She steps in and looks to her left, and feels her jaw drops as he left eyebrow began to twitch.

She knew that she was a packrat sometimes and that she was lazy, but this was just as bad as her room. The difference was that hers looked like a dump, while his…well his looked like World War III. She was shocked and horrified at how his anger could cause so much destruction. The dresser on the opposite wall was destroyed, the draws smashed into bits, holes in the actual piece of furniture, yet somehow the clothes were fine. He even ripped out a few of the planks and smashed them on the floor damaging the carpet. She looks to the wall on her left to see his desk, just gone, mostly in splinters and huge chucks of wood, as he had apparently also used his computer. His flat screen was destroyed, glass all over the floor, as well as pieces of metal in the wood of his desk or rather what was left. The computer itself was just gone as he had ripped out one of the legs of his desk and rammed it straight through in his frustration.

She suddenly hears a groaning behind her as she turns around to see a very shocked Syaoran behind her, "I am way too strong for my own good," he dryly states as he looks at the monstrosity that is their room.

Sakura giggles as she takes one of the gloves in his hand, "Well that's the pits for ya," quickly putting on the gloves, "Let's get to work. We can't exactly live like this can we? Plus we can use my dresser once we clean up my room." Syaoran dumbly nods as he puts on his gloves and starts helping Sakura clean up the mess he made.

After a couple hours of painstaking clean up, lifting, and dropping heavy objects, Sakura and Syaoran manage to move out all of the damaged objects out of his room and onto the small patio outside. Sakura stood inside the room and observed the huge space before her. Before her was literally nothing in terms of furniture. Everything had been destroyed. His dresser, his desk, and even his bookshelf resulting in having everything setup on the floor. Sakura let's out a sigh and turns to leave only to run into Syaoran who wraps his arms around her.

"I ordered some food. It should be coming in within the next half hour. But after dinner, we have to go to sleep. We have to work tomorrow."

"Mou, do we have to? Can't we take the day off?" she whines into his chest.

"Sadly we can't. Lightning and Brock can't take the stress, and we're understaffed. Plus with the Delta debacle, I don't think I return the favour until maybe the following weekend."

Sakura sighs sadly, "You owe me big time Syaoran."

"Don't worry; when I pay back it'll be worth it," suddenly the doorbell rings, "That would be our dinner."

"Great, let's eat," Sakura says as she breaks away and answers the door. They had pizza that night. They watched TV as they ate, but they pretty soon went to bed, as they prepared themselves for the days ahead of them.

Sorry guys, but I've been working on other projects. So I won't be working on this all the time. But I will try to update this story regularly whenever I can. Anyways, this is another filler, I'm kind of brain dead for this story, as I've mostly been writing Evangelion Fanfics. But hopefully I'll come up with something so that I can get back onto my story line. Well anyways, that's all from me.

Cheers Ja ne