A/N: Hey everyone, Anime-fangirl1 here and with a new story. My other stories are currently on hiatus for the time being and I might as well show off this first. Its a CSS story that randomly popped in my head... So yeah. Please do enjoy it!
Disclaimer: All characters belong and have the copyright is CLAMP. This is a fanmade story, therefore, I take in no claim whatsoever, except for the random original characters that will appear every now and then.
Summary[Based on the song "Lonely n' Gorgeous" by Tommy february/heavenly6 He was a model, I was his assistant. He was constantly an ass to me, I continued to do his bidding. He called me useless, I continued to smile. He hated me, I fell in love with him. He knew he was lonely, I knew he was still gorgeous. We realized that love was inevitable.
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Flashing lights continued to blind me as I stood next to the photographer, she was yelling and screaming about the certain angles that the lights needed to be in and how my boss needed to change his position in order for the light to capture him. My crooked glasses had tipped slightly as I stared down at my clipboard. Random letters, symbols, times and dates were scribbled all over, no one could tell which was part of what. I could feel myself sign drastically as I overheard his deep voice start booming for water and how his makeup was beginning to bother him. Gazing upward, I felt his dark eyes stare at me, which caused me to wince away and go grab that water he was demanding. I quickly grabbed his water bottle, which consisted of the brand he tolerated enough to drink. It had been sitting in a personal cooler he had and by the time I got there, the mob of make up artists had already dissembled and he sat on the chair, glaring at me. I muttered an apology and he muttered a bittersweet thanks before grabbing the bottle, opening it and drink it all in a few gulps. It was then that my face was staring at an empty water bottle that he had shoved in front of me. I had timidly took the bottle from his hand as he got up and walked back to the screen. One of the crewmen had offered to throw away the bottle for me, but I simply declined and did it myself. Even if he shooting, I knew that he was constantly watching me, his dark gaze trying to find another excuse to call me useless once more.
Yet, I still managed to smile every time he did.
When I finally realized that my mind began to wander again, I knew I was too late. He called me useless once more. His entourage began to laugh at me once more as a few of them had asked him why he even bothered to keep me. I already knew the answer and I winced every time I heard his voice laugh bitterly before he said it. I was in love with him. He knew it, so he always mocked me because of it. Normally, his past assistants fell into the same hellhole as I did, many of them thought the same way I did, but eventually, they would give up and finally quit. Out of all of his assistants, I followed him around for the longest time. Three months to be exact. Perhaps that is why he hated me. I had hardly seemed to be fazed by his ignorance and his diva-like attitude, he was the one more annoyed than I was. Another reason would be because I wasn't pretty enough to be following his ass around the world. I pretty much looked the same way as I did everyday. Same shoes and sweatshirt. My hairstyle was also kept the same as well as my face was to be concerned. According to him, I constantly looked like I was too happy for my own good and he also hated the way I smiled. Apparently I looked too flaky and fake. This coming from someone who constantly scowled but flashed that notorious smirk every time he was out in public.
Anyway, after his entourage finally went their separate ways, I quickly followed him back to his limousine. I then stumbled my way in front of him, opened his door and went in myself. I heard him snap his fingers and I quickly rushed into a smaller cooler and handed him an ice cold wine cooler. Strawberry flavored. He grunted loudly as he glared at his driver who then started the engine. The ride went by as usual, my cell phone would go off at its usual time and I would tell him about what he needed to be doing when we made it back to his suite. His grunts and his eye rolls were the usual replies and I would hear his snap twice before we made it back to the suite once more.
Once we made it back to the suite, I would have to jump out of the limo and open the door for him to get out. There are probably many of you asking why I was the one who was opening the door and here's my answer. He had ordered it and of course, I would do it. Anyway, he would be a bit drunk when we made it to the suite, so I would be ordered to carry his bag(s) up a few flights of stairs before I finally reached the door. He'd smirk at me as I panted from being out of breath and attempted to find the keys to the door of the place. I would only look away from him as I opened the door and he would kind of stumble his way to his actual room, leaving me to carry the bag(s) into his closet. After I heard the door slam, I would finally get my break. It was me time finally, he'd fall right to sleep as usual and I was able to do my own thing. You see as the assistant of a well known model, I had to travel everywhere with the guy. Not to mention do his slave driving demands and bidding. I was never allowed my own room and I would sleep in the living room. Good thing there was a fold up bed on the couch, a very comfortable one at that. That would have to be the only good thing I would get from this job. The most comfortable beds would come from a couch. Lovely, isn't it?
Well, that was a typical day whenever nothing too special went on. I enjoyed my job, even if my boss was a complete ass to me. Yes, I knew it, he would always slave drive me. Normally, people would be sick and tired of his constant complaining, not to mention his ridiculous demands. However, I had learned to just deal with it. Besides, this was better than having a desk job at my father's small corporation. Also, I got to live the life of some luxury. Syaoran had often paid for my personal items in order for me to stay with him. Yes, his name was Syaoran. Li Xiao Lang to be exact, if you're wondering what it was in Hong Kong's Cantonese. Son of the famous Chinese business tycoons, Hu Kuang and Yelen Li.
"Ying Fa!" I heard him yell after while. I sometimes wished he wouldn't call me by my Chinese name, I like the name Sakura better. You see, I'm not exactly Chinese, but I lived in Hong Kong. My real name is Kinomoto, Sakura, daughter of a small business man named Kinomoto, Fujitaka. I also have an older brother who was currently living in England with his new wife. Anyway, it was like this every night, he'd yell out my name, demanding for some aspirin. Of course, I would give him some Tylenol and a small glass of water. He'd be careful with his head, so he wouldn't yell as much and he wouldn't make any sudden movements either. Yes, he was a drinker, but that was more tolerable then him being a smoker. No offense to anyone who smokes, but lets just say, I got headaches rather easily and there were a lot of scents that triggered head pounding migraines. At least he was understandable about that.
I waited for him to finish up his water before exiting out of his room. I would hear him move a bit before finally falling asleep. Soon enough, I found myself watching my usual late night drama and later falling asleep myself.