GOING ALL OUT!
Chapter 1

First note to self:
When love hurts, never stand in front of a computer monitor.
The damage will go straight to your paycheck.

Sakura was a stalker.

Well, not exactly that kind of stalker. Like any other human being, she was just a simple and curious lady who was very interested to know the happenings in a certain man's life. It was normal for man to hunger for knowledge. And in her case, she was just getting ready to have her eyes uncover the truth behind that man's real job and found—

"Nothing?" Sakura scrolled up and down the guy's profile page in FaceLook. She was a little dismayed to find no traces of what he was currently up to in any of his social media pages.

"What are you looking for, Sakura-chan?" Chiharu squeezed herself beside Sakura. She squealed as soon as she saw the guy's profile picture. "Hey! Isn't that the guy we saw at the—"

Sakura's fist punched through the computer's monitor in her panic.

"S-Sakura?" Chiharu sweatdropped. "What was that for?"

Sakura sheepishly scratched her cheek. "I wanted to, uhm...touch him?"

Chiharu stared shockingly at the huge hole at the center of the monitor, then back at Sakura. "...Looked more like you wanted to murder him. Why? Did he try something funny to you when we weren't looking?"

Sakura flushed red. "W-What?! NO! And I-I was looking at a different guy! That wasn't him!"

"Kinomoto-san!" Their supervisor came rushing in when she heard the noise. "What in the world's the matter with you?! That's the fourth monitor this month! This is going to your paycheck! AGAIN!"

Sakura drooped her face into her hands. She could already imagine her paycheck by the end of the month with a giant negative number shoved at her face and a very tiny phrase at the bottom that says, 'You're fired!'

Oh Kami-sama...

Sakura had not been herself since that night. She made many mistakes at work and at home, SO many that she could no longer count them. Ever since Sakura met Syaoran again, her head had been spinning in a whirlpool of emotions.

She first met Syaoran in middle school. At that time, she was harboring a crush on Syaoran's friend, who later asked her to be his partner for their school dance. But on the night of the dance, she felt dejected when her crush left her to dance with another girl. She cried in the comfort room beside her friend Tomoyo, who was there to provide solace. When she got out, she was embarrassed to see Syaoran outside resting his back against the wall, as if waiting for someone. She put her head down and pretended not to notice him until he called out to her.

"K-Kinomoto-san! Would you like to dance?"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes... They look puffy," he worried.

Sakura became self-conscious when he noticed the state she was in. "I'm okay, really! If you're asking me to dance in your friend's place, please don't worry about it. I'll get over it soon."

"That's not it at all!" Syaoran sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "I, uh, I'd really like to dance with you. Maybe it could help put you at ease?"

Sakura felt her heart race when he reached out his hand to her. She didn't really understand if he wanted to dance with her because he liked to or if he was doing it out of pity. Even so, she wanted to hold onto the hope that maybe a nice and fluffy feeling could sprout out of it. And just when she was about to take his hand, she suddenly got a text from her brother who just arrived at the school to take her home.

Sakura groaned. Great timing as always...

She bowed her head at Syaoran. "Gomen! I would have loved to take your offer, but onii-chan's already here to pick me up."

"I... I see..." Syaoran looked taken aback at first, but he soon put up a smile. "Maybe we can do it next time?"

"S-Sure!"

"Take care then."

But there was never a next time.

Soon, they graduated from middle school and both have coincidentally entered the same high school. Unfortunately, as much as she had hoped, she never got a chance to talk to him like before again. And it was harder to get closer to him since girls from different levels flocked over him. He grew up to be more masculine than when she knew him in middle school. And despite his heaven-sent good looks, he was still the same kind-hearted man who held out his hand to her in the past. Her feelings for him bloomed even more. She always gazed at him longingly from afar, but that was it. There were a few encounters when the two of them met by chance along the school halls, during a field trip and even in a convenience store. But they had never uttered a word other than a simple 'hi'.

Sakura was starting to lose hope. She wanted to confess to him before their nearing graduation, but she was afraid of only being turned down. 'He easily forgot about me after that night,' was what she thought. So there was probably no chance she could find a place inside his heart.

Then, college came at last. She thought it was high time she should try and forget the feelings she developed for him. That was her decision until she saw him again in a university event where he played his guitar together with his band.

He studies here?! she shrieked inside her thoughts.

All that excitement she felt before came rushing back to her. She felt like the same middle schooler again who realized her newfound love. This time, she was definitely going to find a chance to confess! And she wouldn't back down no matter what!—was what she confidently told herself until she found another and final reason to give up.

He had a girlfriend.

So what did cause the present Sakura to become aware of her feelings for him again after so many years? Well, let's rewind to three weeks before...

Three weeks ago...

"Sakura, when are you going to get yourself a boyfriend?"

The auburn haired girl almost choked in her food. "What's with the sudden question, Chiharu-chan?"

"Oh, nothing! I just suddenly remembered that you're boyfriend-less since birth."

Sakura turned beet red. "That's not really an issue... Maybe Kami-sama thinks now isn't the right time for me. Besides, I still have a chance to find someone until I'm forty-something." She took her glass of water and slowly drank to calm herself.

"You're going to remain a virgin until you're forty-something."

And water spat everywhere.

The poor young man who just arrived to take a seat with them was splashed with unknown liquid all over his face.

"I'll pretend I didn't know where that came from."

"I'm so very sorry, Yamazaki-senpai!"

"Why are you only taking your lunch now? Lunch break's going to end soon!" Chiharu lectured him.

"I didn't know Mihara-san cared about me so much." A fiery fist landed on Takashi's stomach out of nowhere. He drooped his face on the table, bending down in overwhelming pain.

When Sakura was new to the job, she would always worry about Takashi's unending days of torture, all thanks to his kouhai who was currently sitting beside him. But now, she just got used to it. There was no point in saving him if he was just going to repeat the same mistakes that caused him his suffering. He was a hopeless masochist.

"Sakura, I'm really worried for you!" Chiharu pouted. "You're going to miss on a young and exciting romantic adventure!"

Takashi suddenly held his head up at the interesting conversation. He magically became okay. "Oh? What's this about?"

"I was just talking to Sakura about how she's still a vir—"

Sakura panickingly shoved her hands in front of her colleague's face. "I don't think there's a need to always announce that."

"Ah! Were you going to say 'virgin'?"

Takashi's loud voice caused some people in the cafeteria to overhear him and stare at their group strangely. Sakura facepalmed so hard.

"Sakura, do you want me to beat him up?"

Sakura looked at Takashi in pity. "Forgive me, senpai..."

And Takashi once again returned to stooping back down on the table in insufferable pain.

"Since it's a Friday tomorrow, Akizuki-senpai invited us to hang out somewhere after work. You should come too!"

Sakura recalled her previous experience when Nakuru set her up in a goukon. "Chiharu-chan, you know I don't like going to goukons..."

Her friend waved her hand. "Oh, no, no, no. I wasn't talking about that. This time, she said she found a place we'll really like. You won't have to force yourself to hangout with the guys unlike in goukons."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "So the purpose remains the same. We are still going out to check on guys."

"That will depend on you if you want to check them out or not, if you know what I mean," Chiharu winked.

Sakura groaned. "This better be decent."

"Oh ho ho ho!"

Just that single sound of laughter that echoed in Sakura's ears made her tremble on what was about to come on the following day.

Oh, Kami-sama... Please shield my pure eyes!

Sakura gulped as she dreaded the neon sign in front of the tall building.

"Welcome to Mucho Macho!" Nakuru announced to the girls.

As if the name of the bar wasn't suspicious enough, the building just had to be located in between two other establishments that looked like an invisible 'XXX' word was plastered on them. And to top it all, they were in the middle of the red light district!

'This is not what I had in mind!'

Sakura tightened her embrace on Chiharu's arm with a face that pleaded for help. "Why did senpai bring us to this place?!"

Chiharu laughed at her friend's innocence. "Come on, Sakura! We haven't even started yet!"

"It will be all right, Sakura-chan," Rika comforted her. Apparently, Nakuru invited four more girls from their work to join their excursion into the deflowering garden.

"KYAAAAAAAA!" Sakura screamed as she covered her eyes from the blinding scene when they entered the bar.

Half-naked male bodies in strapping pants and black ribbon ties were scrambled everywhere! The bouncers, the baristas, the waiters, the hosts! And the dancers as they swayed their hips from side to side!

'Oh Kami-sama... My eyes!

Every male in the area showed off their well-toned abs that all sparkled in sweat. Sakura felt like she was in a sweltering marketplace with nothing more than a bunch of eggplants for sale.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS PLACE?!"

Nakuru wrapped an arm around Sakura's shoulders. "This, my dear kouhai, is a woman's Eden."

Sakura yelped. She had to make a quick escape. She had no plans of losing her virginity in that awfully suspicious place! But before she could run for her life, Chiharu, who was initially aware of how Sakura would react once she discovered the place, had the help of the other girls to forcefully drag their panicking colleague back inside.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Later, the group of girls were finally escorted to their seats. The girls all gazed around as they squealed at every man they catch in sight. Sakura, on the other hand, couldn't enjoy herself at all as she trembled in her seat.

"Relax, Sakura! This place isn't what you think at all!" Chiharu could barely hold her laughter at the amusing look on Sakura's face. "This is kind of like a host club in a bar with some 'added service'."

Sakura grunted. "By 'added service', you meant the flinging eggplants."

All the girls laughed hysterically.

"Sakura! There are no flinging eggplants!" Chiharu laughed.

Nakuru swept a tear from her eye. "Oh, Kinomoto-san. You're such a cute little kid."

The nerve.

She was not a kid! Just having less experience with things like that does not make her a kid.

Rika looked around in curiosity. "I wonder if that's really sweat on their body or did they just put on some oil?" the ever so angelic Rika asked, much to Sakura's shock.

"It's probably some kind of oil. Makes them look dirtier and greasy." Chiharu grinned mischievously.

Sakura covered her face in utmost embarrassment. 'I can't believe we're having this kind of conversation...'

"I'm going to start ordering drinks!" Nakuru told the girls.

"What do you like, Sakura-chan?" Rika asked.

"I'm not really familiar with this kind of stuff." Sakura shyly scratched her cheek. "Um, anything light, I guess?"

"Alright then!"

While waiting for their drinks, Sakura was fiddling nervously with her phone. She wasn't very comfortable in the place they were at. Oh, don't misunderstand! She, like the other girls, also had fantasies over this kind of thing. But to have countless shirtless guys with rock-hard abs swarming her entire range of sight all at the same time, it was something she couldn't handle—or at least, the blood flow in her nose couldn't handle.

"Oh!" Sakura was surprised to see her brother's name popup on the phone's screen. "I'll excuse myself for a bit. Have to answer this."

She brought the phone to her ear as she was looking around for a less noisy place in the bar. "Hello, nii-chan?"

"Oi, kaiju. Are you already out with your friends? What time are you coming home?"

"I'm not quite sure yet..."

"Want me to go pick you up?"

"NO!" Sakura squeaked when she realized just how defensive she sounded. She worried her brother might start questioning her. "No, I mean, I'm already an adult. I can manage myself."

Touya snorted on the phone. "Yeah, right. Say that to me once you get yourself a husband."

"What does getting a husband have to do with being an adult?!"

"You're still a clean woman."

'Clean woman?' Was he just referring to her virginity? What was it with people and her virginity these days? Couldn't they mind their own business?

"Can I start with a boyfriend at least?"

"Sure. But just make sure the boyfriend doesn't do anything funny before marriage or he won't see the light of day."

Sakura paused to think. "Does showing his half-naked body count as 'funny'?"

"I'll roast him half-dead."

She gulped. She now had more than enough reason to not let her brother pick her up or a mass murder might turn up in the morning news the next day.

"Akizuki-san can send me home. She has a car."

"Wait—What? Nakuru?!"

Apparently, Touya and Nakuru used to be in the same group of friends back in college. Sakura only found out when she got in the same company as Nakuru. For some reason, her brother always reacted whenever Nakuru's name was mentioned. Something told Sakura her brother experienced something very unpleasant during his days together with his classmate. And something also told her she shouldn't have mentioned Nakuru's name to him at all.

'Crap!'

"Shit! Not her..." Sakura could hear her brother mumbling on the phone. "Don't tell me... ARE YOU IN THE RED LI—"

Sakura immediately hanged the phone before her brother could even complete his question. She quickly went to send a text message to her father that said:

'Hi otou-san! Can you do me a favor just for tonight, please? Could you restrain onii-chan from picking me up and lock him in his closet? I'll cook for you guys the whole next month! Thank youuuuu!'

And in a mere second, she got a reply: 'Deal.'

"Hoe... That was fast."

After the witty escape from her brother, she walked back to where her friends were. She saw from the distance that one of the hosts was already at the table serving their drinks. And when she finally got there and had a closer look at him, she immediately froze. She saw a familiar face with a familiar chestnut brown hair in an unfamiliar disheveled look. The host himself also stood flabbergasted when the two of them met eye to eye.

It was impossible. Her eyes were probably deceiving her. He couldn't be the same proper man whom she fell in love with and struggled so hard to forget. The only man she had ever truly fallen for couldn't possibly be in a pair of strapping pants and a bow tie on top of a half-naked body.

When she found herself staring at his body with her mouth gaped wide open, she quickly shook her head back to her senses. She then felt the urge to confirm his identity.

Slowly, she opened her lips and called, "Li-ku—"

"So you're the lovely lady your friends call 'Sakura'!" Did that guy just intentionally cut her off? "Glad you're here to join us, hime-chan~"

"E-Eh?" Sakura suddenly feared the smile on his face that looked like it had a hidden murderous intent. "Ah! Ha ha... R-Right! That's me! I am Sakura! Ha. Ha." She kept laughing like an idiot until she found her seat beside Rika.

She never once raised her head while the shameless shirtless man was still at their table entertaining her friends with his flirtatious words and captivating voice that easily swooned the girls' hearts.

Sakura had to admit. She always knew Syaoran was hot but she never knew he could look so sexy. It was definitely a rare sight from someone whom she always knew to appear cool and collected.

'I want to enjoy this too!'

But alas, she couldn't. Not when she could feel a pair of distant amber eyes continuously stabbing her on the back. If his stares were real knives, she would have probably been lying on the floor dead by now.

Unable to keep up with the pressure any longer, Sakura decided to excuse herself to the comfort room. She rushed to the sink and splashed some water on her face. She looked dreadfully at her reflection in the mirror as she kept convincing herself that it was not him. But how could she convince herself when he obviously looked back and recognized her as well!

She stayed there for a matter of minutes until she felt calmed. As soon as she got out, she saw a man in a jacket just on the opposite side standing against the wall. A very familiar face was slightly hidden under the hood.

'Oh, so he already decided to cover himself,' was what she thought until realization hit her. And she gulped.

She bent her head down, pretending not to notice the man as she walked ahead. Somehow, she oddly felt like they were repeating a very familiar scene from the past. Though this time, she really wanted to avoid him at all costs.

"Kinomoto-san, could you stop right there?"

Sakura yelped. He knew her name.

'Welp, it's him alright.'

Syaoran's words fell on deaf ears as Sakura walked even faster. Unfortunately for her, the guy caught up and pulled her arm. She tightly closed her eyes when she felt her back pushed against the wall.

"Take my phone, my wallet, my clothes! Just please don't rape me!"

Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "Why the heck would I do that?!"

"Y-You're not mad that I saw you working here?"

"Well, I was a little put out... But that doesn't mean I will rape you! Why would you even think that?"

"How can I not? You're working in a den full of half-naked men pleasing women!"

Syaoran pulled his face and groaned. "This was supposed to be a one-time gig. I only agreed to help my friend when he wouldn't stop being persistent about it. And of all days, YOU just had to be here."

"Excuse me?!" Sakura crossed her arms and looked away. "Are you even sure this is a one-time gig? Because you sure looked like you were so used to entertaining my friends back there."

'Wait, Sakura! What are you doing?

"I was only doing my job! It's not like I did it out of interest!"

"Yeah, right! Didn't look like that to me!"

'Stop it, Sakura! Why are you even arguing about this?'

"Why do you care in the first place? We're not even close!"

Sakura felt her heart broken instantly by his words. He was right. She used to chase after a guy who had not once looked back after that night of their middle school dance. And she gave up many years after. But seeing him again that night made her recall everything she felt for him.

And it hurt.

"I always thought you were better than this, Li-kun. You're a disappointment."

Syaoran finally glared at her before releasing a heavy sigh. He was getting tired of trying to even argue his side of the story. "Fine. Since you're making this difficult for me..."

Sakura suddenly noticed him starting to unzip his jacket. "KYAAAAAA! W-W-What do you think you're doing?!"

After Syaoran removed his jacket, he slammed his hand against the wall, trapping Sakura. The auburn-haired woman shivered when she saw the stern look in his eyes. "You sounded like you're jealous since I haven't paid much attention to you back there. So I'm simply providing you a special service."

'W-W-Wait! No!'

Sakura tightly closed her eyes. She could feel his warm breath trailing down her delicate neck. "L-Li-kun," her voice was shaken when his hand also began to touch her waist. "You're scaring me..."

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Syaoran whispered into her ear before giving it a soft nibble. His hand slowly crawled under her blouse, making Sakura let out a tiny whimper.

A small teardrop fell from Sakura's eye. 'This isn't how I wanted to be with him...' At that moment, she became scared of him.

Syaoran snapped out of it when he saw her softly crying. He quickly let her go and stepped back, realizing what he had just done. He covered his face as his back fell against the wall on the opposite side.

"Oh, God... I really messed up. I... I'm so sorry."

Sakura couldn't move an inch. Many surprising things quickly happened in that brief moment they were together. Her mind just went blank.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this," he muttered. "I just... I only wanted to ask you to keep my work here a secret. I'm really sorry. Everything went so haywire..."

Sakura wanted to tell him that it wasn't entirely his fault but her voice couldn't escape her lips. After all, she was also at fault for driving him into a corner with her continuous nagging.

"I promise."

Syaoran quickly looked up to her in surprise. "W-Wait... You promise? But what I did was just..."

Rather than giving a reply, Sakura simply wiped her tears and smiled. She started to move and walk back to her friends, not once looking back. Her face felt hot again as tears came running back down.

'I really still love him.'

"What happened to your eyes?" Tomoyo cried out in her surprise when she saw her friends swollen, puffy eyes.

"This is nothing." Sakura gulped in another glass of coffee.

Tomoyo sweatdropped when she noticed the many empty glasses on Sakura's table. Her friend was probably chugging down all the coffee as if they were alcohol.

"Oh, Kami-sama! Sakura-chan, this is a coffee shop! Not a bar!"

A few moments later...

"Have you calmed down now?"

Sakura sighed. "Yeah... Thanks, Tomo-chan."

The two girls were kicked out of the coffee shop a few moments ago after the store manager saw Sakura misbehaving like a drunk coffee drinker.

"This is the first time I saw anyone trying to get drunk from ice-cold coffee," Tomoyo remarked. "You're really something."

Sakura covered her beet red face in shame. "Please don't remind me."

They were both walking along the busy city streets that Saturday morning while trying to find someplace else where they could sit down and talk.

"So, about that text you sent yesterday. What was that about 'I can't forget him again'?"

"I saw him last night."

Tomoyo looked surprised. "Really? Where?"

Sakura suddenly froze. She remembered that she promised him she wouldn't tell anyone she saw him working in Mucho Macho.

Her face suddenly looked sick. 'That name sounds so gross no matter how many times I think about it.'

"In a, uhm, forbidden place."

"Forbidden place?"

Sakura mentally slapped herself on the forehead. 'Way to go, Sakura! 'Forbidden place'... How very creative.'

"It's, uh... a bit complicated."

Tomoyo chuckled. "Alright. So what happened?"

Sakura could feel her eyes swelling up in tears again after remembering the events that happened the night before. "Tomo-chan..."

"Eek!" Tomoyo panicked when she saw Sakura's nose starting to drip wet.

She pulled her friend's hand and quickly searched for the nearest shop available until she saw an ice cream shop with few people inside. Tomoyo bought a large cup for them to share while they talk about her friend's dilemma.

She handed out some tissues to Sakura and sat down. "Alright. So now, tell me what happened."

Sakura pouted as she was wiping her eyes and nose. "I don't think I will ever get a boyfriend."

Tomoyo couldn't help but laugh at her friend's exaggeration.

"Why did he have to show up last night! And right after I told myself I've completely forgotten him."

And she recalled him in that sexy half-nude getup. Plus he tried to 'almost' rape her! ...In a sort of sexy way. Then she realized, 'When did that ever become sexy?!'

"NOOOO! I'm losing it!" Sakura drooped herself on the table.

"Okay. I'm starting to get confused. But the way I see it, I think you're a bit conflicted with your emotions."

"I want to forget him, Tomo-chan. Or I will really never fulfill my dream of raising a family, having kids, and living happily ever after with my future husband." Sakura sighed. Tomoyo covered her laughs with her handkerchief. "Why am I so stuck on him..."

"The question is: do you really want to be stuck on him?"

"I don't know... When I saw him last night, he was so... different. He also did things that sort of scared me," Sakura told Tomoyo, recalling how she was touched in places no man has ever touched her before.

Her friend became a bit concerned. "Did he do something to you?"

"N-No, of course not." Sakura became flustered as she scratched her cheek. She didn't want to raise any more issues. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm scared to know if he's still the same Li-kun I fell for many years ago. But it's probably impossible for him not to change. It's been years, after all." She laughed softly at herself with downcast eyes.

Tomoyo held both of her hands and smiled. "Sakura-chan, I just want you to be happy. Chase after your heart if that is what you really want, or let him go if it's only hurting you. But you just met him by chance yesterday anyway, so you probably have a smaller chance of seeing him again. Unless, of course, you decide to find a way to stalk him, which I doubt you'd do. Right, Sakura?"

Sakura was deep in thought. 'Stalk him...?'

"R-Right?" Tomoyo nervously repeated her question. She felt like she had just contributed to a worrisome scheme.

Sakura smiled innocently. "Right."

Present day...

"I hope this is the last time this happens, Kinomoto-san." Their company's branch manager told on her.

"Y-Yes!" Sakura bowed once more. "I'm really very sorry."

"If you have any issues outside work that you need to solve, then please feel free to take a few days off rather than releasing your pent-up emotions on our poor properties. And Akizuki-san—"

Nakuru became stiff when her name was called. "Yes, Terada-san?"

"Please refrain from bringing her to weird places."

The two girls gulped.

"I deeply apologize but I happened to overhear your conversation about your 'excursion' back then. I wouldn't want our young kouhai to be tainted with filthy thoughts."

Nakuru sweatdropped. "Y-Yes..."

After leaving the manager's office, the two girls let out a heavy sigh.

"Jeez, Kinomoto-san. Everyone still thinks you're a little kid."

"And I'm not one bit happy about it. I'm already twenty-five years old!"

Nakuru smiled softly. "I'm glad to see you back to your usual self. Everyone was worried about you after that night."

Sakura shyly scratched her cheek. "Was I really obvious?"

"After you broke four of our company's monitors, who wouldn't?"

"Ugh..."

Technically, she didn't really break the monitors on purpose. She was just a bit panicky, that's all.

The first one was broken when Sakura was looking for Syaoran's name in anything related to Mucho Macho. She confirmed Syaoran was telling the truth about his 'one-time gig' after she saw some kind of menu from the establishment that listed the services they provided and the men who personally entertained the ladies. She was relieved to find out that Syaoran's name wasn't there until she saw a blog post from probably one of their clients with a blurred picture of him dancing in front of a woman.

And so the monitor was cut in half.

The second one was broken when Chiharu was getting annoyed of Takashi's fabricated story on how she forced a kiss on him when she was drunk. Chiharu told Sakura to give her something to throw at Takashi to shut him up. Sakura just took whatever her hand caught on her table, unaware that she gave out her monitor. All was too late when Takashi was struck down, lying on the ground. He was sent to the hospital later that day. He was still alive. And when he returned to the office a few days later, he never teased Chiharu with Sakura beside her ever again.

That wasn't entirely her fault. But she did give the monitor so... she was probably to blame.

The third monitor was broken when she saw a video of Syaoran from back in their college days. He was apparently singing a duet with the girl from his old band. Sakura was in a fit of giggles as she was watching until she could no longer hold back and smashed the monitor by accident.

As for the fourth one... Well, it was what happened earlier that day that caused her a final warning from her manager.

"Looks like they're finally here," Nakuru suddenly said as she was looking down from the window. There she saw a man in glasses, who was accompanied by two other men. They walked out from a luxurious black car and headed towards the building.

Sakura stood beside her and took a peak as well. "Who are 'they'?"

"Hiiragizawa Enterprises. Seems like our company will be discussing on forming a contract with them."

"Is that a big name?"

Nakuru chuckled. "Oh, you've got a looooot to learn, kiddo."

Sakura couldn't understand. What did she have to do to make people realize that she was no longer a kid. She first stared at her chest, then at Nakuru's chest.

Oh Kami-sama, please help me grow my woman parts.

Later, as they were walking back to their work station, they saw the same group of men talking to their company's front lobby assistant. Chiharu waved at Sakura and called her over.

"Sakura, look! Look!"

"What is it?"

Chiharu pointed at the brown-haired guy with glasses in a suit. "Look at that guy. Recognize him?"

Sakura leaned a little more to the side to get a closer look at the guy Chiharu was talking about. She was a little unsure why her colleague seemed so interested in him until she heard his voice.

"I apologize that our president could not make himself available personally. But I assure you we can still proceed with the discussion at ease."

'That voice... It couldn't be!

"Of course! It's very understandable. Hiiragizawa-san is a very busy man, after all."

"I'm glad," the man smiled.

"Let me escort you to our manager then."

When the group turned around to follow the assistant's lead, Sakura's eyes widened. She confirmed that he was the same guy she had been stalking in the internet in the past few weeks.

Syaoran suddenly froze when he also met her by surprise.

And they both gasped.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is it for Chapter 1!

In case you're wondering what inspired me to write this new story... I'm actually a bit attached to Sakura's feelings and her long-time crush. It's exactly what I went through as well. Just imagine from grade school to college. Wow, right? It was hard to keep a secret crush on someone for so long and not able to confess to the person. Then when you finally gain the courage, you find out he's already going steady with someone else. And so on and so forth, bla bla bla :P

Also, regarding Mucho Macho (I can't help but laugh whenever I write this name)... I read an article on the trending cafes in Japan that cater to women. And yes, ladies and gentlemen. Muscle cafes exist! Don't believe me? Search for it in the web! I was pretty surprised as well (lol).

So yeah... Thanks for reading! I'll try to update when I can. I'm actually already in the middle of writing the second chapter. Thanks for the support and I hope you'll leave a review ^^