a/n: well, hello all- I AM BACK. Sort of. I just decided to shoot one out. And I re-read the first two chapters and OMG how horribly written they were so- EDITEDITEDIT! I HAVE RE-WRITTEN CHAPTER ONE
Anyway, enjoy and REVIEW PEOPLE! I actually know where this story is going so I might update regularly (instead of yearly--) Sorry about that guys
IMPORTANT NOTICE: For those who are confused I'll explain. The first chapter was an introduction to B(bitch) Sakura. In the second chapter we are introduced to D(dick) Syaoran. B.Sakura and D. Syaoran are from THE SAME WORLD. As in, they co-exist in Hong Kong. Now. Sakura has been transported (or whatever…not giving it away) to a dimension where Syaoran is her husband. Meanwhile, D.Syaoran has been transported to ANOTHER world where Sakura is his wife. So yes, there are THREE Worlds going on.
Got it? I think I explained ok, but if it's confusing just ask…-
Disclaimer: Don't own so don't sue. DUH.
Dreamsticks- Chapter III
Staggered
'This has to be some kind of nightmare.'
She stood, after dodging quickly heedless of her nakedness out of the bed, in front of a bathroom mirror. Her bathroom mirror. 'This can't be real.' She reached up to touch her hair: it wasn't the long curly auburn mass she had gone to bed with. The curls did not reach down to the small of her back but rather curled endearingly around her lower neck and cheeks, making her face look softer than it really was. Her eyes were the same, she hadn't really expected them to change, her eyebrows were a little fuller than the norm, and her body….
'I wonder where my belly ring went,' Sakura thought absently as she ran hands down her sides; she was still in pretty good shape. 'This is the weirdest thing…'
"Sakura?" She jumped as someone, him, knocked on the bathroom door to her right.
"Uh…yeah?" Sakura winced and looked back at her reflection, patting her face hesitantly. 'Oh God, this has to be a nightmare.'
"Why don't you come out of there sweetheart? I made you breakfast." Aw….He'd made her breakfast, how thoughtful… How… Domestic..
"That's alright, I'm not very hungry!" She shouted back as she turned on the shower. Sakura took a seat on the toilet and fisted her hands under her chin. She stared around the, admittedly tasteful, bathroom. 'I must have decorated this.' She shook her head.
"Please open the door…" The man's voice was low, and Sakura noted, he sounded almost desperate.
"I'm going to take a shower." Sakura slipped off the pretty little wedding ring and set it on the counter; she ran her hands through her hair and opened the shower curtain, steam rose from the water. "I'll be out in a while, and then we can talk."
The man said something else, but the water muffled his voice and what Sakura heard was not comprehensible.
"I don't like omelets." The woman, his wife, cocked an unimpressed brow at him.
"Sure you do." He frowned and lifted his fork, picking absently at the pretty omelet that sat on his plate.
"No, I really don't," He watched as she took a seat across from him with her own breakfast, a toasted bagel with strawberry jam, set out before her. "Why can't I have that?"
"Because, you're favorite breakfast food is a cheese omelet." She didn't even bother to look up from the paper she was diligently reading. His frown deepened, but he stuffed a forkful of the breakfast in his mouth, and surprisingly it was good. Syaoran glanced around the kitchen. It was homey, with vines painted tastefully along the white walls and a little wallpaper boarder of flowers lining the wall behind the marble counters. The cabinets were glass and he could see they were stuffed with plates, bowls, and artsy coffee mugs. He glanced back at the woman, his wife, and found that she was looking at him. His face heated up and he stared at his plate in frustration.
"So…" What could he say? What was there really left to say? 'I could apologize, I really over reacted.' He thought. 'I could say that this is a mistake, I'm not married!' But looking down at the ring on his finger he found that he was, and so he kept silent.
"You really don't remember anything do you?" She had tilted her head inquisitively, her hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, and her green eyes assessed him.
"Uh…" 'What is wrong with me!' Syaoran scowled as he glanced up at her, noting her surprised rising eyebrows at his action. "No."
"No need to be defensive darling. I'm not mad at you." She smiled, and he blushed, furious at himself. 'Why is it she that I feel as if she knows me…'
"…Sorry…"
"We'll work it out." She stuffed the last of the bagel into her mouth, in a rather unladylike way, Syaoran noted- but endearing all the same. She then went to the little sink and rinsed off her plate, eyeing Syaoran's half eaten omelet. "You gonna finish that dear?" Syaoran squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, he wasn't used to the endearments she was so comfortable calling her.
"Uh, no. You can have the rest…." He still didn't know her name.
"Sakura." His eyes locked onto hers and she smiled again. "My name's Sakura." 'Of course,' Syaoran thought absently. 'That's why she smells so wonderful.'
"You're Syaoran Li by the way."
"I know that!" He snapped, and frowned darkly as she laughed. Ignoring the funny sensation her tinkling laugh caused in his belly, he folded his arms huffily across his chest.
She took the omelet from him, and he watched in repulsed amusement as she inhaled it.
"Well," She stood up again, patting her belly. "I have to go pick up the children, so I'll probably be back around ten. I assume you can amuse yourself, but giving yourself a house tour while I'm gone." She said the last part with a sort of sarcastic drawl.
Syaoran absently nodded, far too busy observing how her ass looked in her pj pants then to acknowledge what she actually said. Halfway through the third nod he froze.
'Wait…Did she just-'
"Children!" His gaze was inadvertently caught on the kitchen cabinet doors where he had, somehow, failed to notice all the messily colored pictures that were taped along almost all the cabinets an the refridge. Obviously drawn and colored by children. 'Oh, my…'
a/n: haha done! Don't you hate me now….