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With a twisted mix of virtual marriage lifei inspired by a Korean variety show We Got Married ^^

Sakura is a young and famous runway model. Her cousin, Tomoyo set her up for a virtual marriage show for local TV. And it happens that her partner is Syaoran Li. The spoiled son of Li Corporation who Sakura hate the most. OOC.R&R.S&S

Chapter I

Saturday evening, my last photo shoot with Tomoyo finally ended. We both walk together to the dress room so Tomoyo can undo my makeup and have a short cousin to cousin chat.

Tomoyo is my best friend and my best cousin. We didn't know each other until we're in grade three elementary school. Tomoyo's mother is my aunty, or the cousin of my mother. Both of them also close to each other just like me and Tomoyo. In such a young age, Tomoyo already have her own clothing line supported by her mother company. Tomoyo is a designer, and she want me to model for her brand. That's why I'm here for photo shoot. I've been working with Tomoyo for two and half years, and working with her is always fun. Because she's kind, and bright. I love to be with her, she's my best friend forever. And I can never say NO to her.

"Sakura, can you please fill up that form, I put a piece of paper on your make up desk."

I look up at a paper with a lot of question laying on my makeup desk. What the heck is this?

"Which magazine is this sheet from?"

"I think it's Shounen Youth." Without even looking at me, she keeps her hand busy with tidying up the dress order in the dresser.

"Okay."

I begin with reading through each of the questions. It's pretty funny and I can't help but laughing, reading these bunch of innocence or rather stupid question about my preference partner.

"Tomoyo, look they asked me on what kind of body type I'd like from a men."

Tomoyo just laugh, "Take your time on answering the questions. You should really have fun on answering those."

"Ne, Tomoyo, who do you think you would like to be married to?"

"Me? I want Prince William!"

"Hahahaha, should I really write that? Oh wait, the question is for me!"

"Then who is your prince charming?"

"Should I write about him? Yukito from YUE?"

"Still the same? I thought you're no longer YUE fan since they announced that they're officially a GAY GROUP SINGER."

I give Tomoyo my deadly glare, she always hate the fact that I'm a big fan of Yukito Tsukishiro, the guitarist of Japanese Group, YUE.

I've been a big fan of Yuki from when I was teen. Yuki is a handsome man, and he's very kind to his fans. I never really like a guy in particular, but the very first time I saw Yuki, I've fallen. His sweet smile, his tall figure, his bright eyes, and even his voice. I love everything about Yuki. And to be honest, he's one of hundred reason why I'm entering this entertainment world. Well, I know exactly who I am. Just a runway model, and he's a singer. But I believe we'll be able to meet someday. There are many of runway models who are doing side job as model for product commercial or model for a music video. That time, I was hoping that someday I'll be able to model for his music video.

"Well whatever, I'm still a big fan of his bright smile even if he's a gay. So I'll write about him."

Then there it comes the other side of the sheet. Now they're asking about my hatred type of men. Well to be honest, I never really hate anyone in the first place. I've raised by a gentleman father, a lovely mother, and a protective brother. I've been raised by a happy family and to hate anyone is not really my things. Father and mother always taught me to forgive, to love, to be happy for whatever I have. Even if there is someone out there who hate me for what I've done, I don't really mind. Once my father told me long time ago when I decided to be a model, he told me that there will be a lot of people hating me for what I have, and for being famous. And my mother used to be a model before she had me, so father told me about what my mother done to those haters. She once said, "I never really ask people to love me. I'm doing this because I love to do it and if people love me for doing what I love, then I really am grateful for them. Thank you very much."

My mom is a very bright hearted woman. I knew all about her mostly from father and then my brother. When I was five years old, she passed away. But somehow for me, I never feel that she's far away. She's my inspiration for everything, and she's always be the reason why I never feel alone. I can feel that she's a very warm person by heart who love me with all her life.

"Sakura, you ran out of time. And you need to finish another side. Go on."

"Can I just leave it blank? I don't have anyone in mind."

"Really? I thought you always hate spoiled princess type like Paris Hilton? Who don't have anything in particular – not beauty, not brain, not even attitude - but somehow she's becoming 'somebody' because she's the heir of Hilton Hotel from all over the world?"

"Well, I don't hate her, she's just annoying. I don't have any reason to hate her, and who I am to hate her anyway?"

"Just forget her, because this sheet asking you about a guy not a girl. So think about annoying guy who is spoiled, have nothing but somehow, because he own money and wealthy, he's annoyingly famous with his bad attitude. A spoiled brat who cause nothing but catastrophe."

"Syaoran Li?"

"Well I think so. We've been meeting him in some party and you seem to avoid that kind of guy. Who is so flirty, cheap manner, messy hair, and – most of all – spoiled."

"Yeah, I don't really like him-"

"NO! You clearly can't stand that kind of attitude. Come on, admit it that you hate him."

"Okay fine. I hate him. He's pissing me off. That spoiled attitude, and even dare to ask me for a date in Hawaii for a week? For God sake I'm not a whore to satisfy his pleasure! He's so full of himself!"

I finally write about the only hopeless son of Li Holding Company chairman. First of all, I knew him when I came for an art exhibition held by Li's. That time, I came as a representative for my university and my agency.

As for look, he's quite a handsome man in his twentyish. With messy chestnut hair, and black framed glasses (that time). He was surrounded by half naked girl (well they're wearing dress which can be seen through, too-mini skirt, and transparent top. What can I say? That's just the same as naked for me). I was there with Tomoyo and my classmates at school, Rika.

I was pretty much don't care about his appearance at all. Because me, Tomoyo, and Rika were there to attend an art exhibition, not a pole dance party. Then there's this moment, when we're stopping at a spot where a huge sculpture stand. That time, I was stunned and amazed. It was so original, new, and imaginer. Then there was a voice from behind, trying to praise the beauty of the sculpture.

"I think you like this sculpture, seeing how long you're staring at it with your mouth open like that. Must be a masterpiece."

"Oh, ah well. This one is unique. I really like this one. It's different, and new. The concept is really unusual."

"Do you by any chance know who is the sculptor?"

"Um.. we can read the tag there. It's.. um.. who.. Little Wolf? Hahahaha."

"Ah, how rude of you to laugh at the artist name. I wonder how he would react if he know a gorgeous young lady here laughing at his name."

This guy really pissed me off. I didn't mean to laugh or being rude. It's just funny, and cute to have such a stage name. Little Wolf? Is he a kiddo or something? I can't help it but laugh. What's wrong with that.

"And that sculptor Little Wolf happens to be me."

I was taken aback. Is he trying to trick me with cheap bait? Just because I like his master piece, doesn't mean that I like him all of sudden. And he's being too damn familiar to me.

"Well sorry for being rude. Excuse me, but I have to go."

"Wait! Let's have a tour together with me."

"What? I'm sorry, Sir but I'm here with my friends. I believe they're waiting for me."

"WAIT, WAIT! You really don't know who I am?"

"Huh? Who are you then?"

"I'm the greatest Syaoran Li! You should've known better."

"Oh, well okay nice to meet you Mr. Syaoran Li."

"At least tell me your name?"

"I'm Sakura Kinomoto."

"Where do you live? I can give you a ride."

"Thank you Mr. Li but I have my car out there. So don't worry about it."

Yeah, I know I was being cool. But I seriously don't like to be around him. His flirty attitude is the first thing of him I can't stand.

"Sakura, you write a lot!" Tomoyo shriek in a loud voice from behind.

"Yeah, I know right. Because he's so spoiledly annoying. I wish he's not a Li. I believe there are a lot of people who deserve to be a Li than him. He's not worth to be Li."

"Yeah yeah, calm down, Sakura! I didn't know that writing about him will make you this angry. Now, sign."

"Oh, I need to sign? Where?"

"There, down there."

I signed on where Tomoyo want me to sign. Then I give the sheet to her. With that, my busy Saturday night end.

To be continued…

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