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I would think that the titles says it all :) .

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters... everything else is mine.

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Shirtless

Part 1

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Come on Sakura, you're stronger than this. The lithe young woman said to herself but still found herself walking forward. Her feet were going one after the other, in the direction her brain was trying to get her to stop walking.

"Sakura," Yukito, the speckled young man behind the counter, greeted her with his usual smile. "What brings you here?"

"Just bringing Touya some snacks," she quickly replied while patting the bag she had in her hand.

"You're such a nice sister Sakura," Yukito's eyes remained closed as his smile widened. "Not a lot of siblings would take time out of their own afternoons to bring their brothers something to eat."

Sakura blushed at the praises, inwardly wincing at the ulterior motive that brought her here every afternoon. She continued to exchange pleasantries for awhile before Yukito told her of which warehouse Touya was working this particular afternoon.

It was a local business for which Touya part timed while at home for his break in business school. It was also a well known place for high schoolers to earn some extra cash.

She slowed her steps before entering the doorway. She took deep breaths and with a confident step entered and followed the arguing voices. She was not surprised.

For some reason, those two had looked at each other since they had met and decided to dislike each other on sight. It wasn't normal. She couldn't even imagine how the hell they managed to work together in the afternoon shift. Or even why Yukito allowed them to be partnered up always. Touya had already screamed high and over that he didn't want to work with the little kid.

Sakura blushed again, cursing inside as her thoughts scattered. She gulped at the thought of calling Syaoran kid when she was staring into his bare back. God! The 16 year old guy had as many muscles as she had ever seen on a man before. He had nothing to envy Touya except a couple of inches in height which would probably not exist in the coming years.

"Come on kid, quit slacking," Touya's voice thundered over the place while Syaoran merely placed his hands in a circle and made a strangling motion with them. Sakura giggled, earning a smile from him before Touya emerged from the delivery truck as he checked the boxes.

"Sakura, here again?" Touya sounded a bit suspicious as he watched her with hooded eyes. He went from her to Syaoran as the younger man said hello and continued moving the boxes inside.

"I brought you something to eat since you won't be home until after 10 and you'll miss dinner time."

Touya adored his sister. He truly did. But that did not mean that he wasn't aware of the fact that said sister had the habit of coming to see him when he was stuck working with the brat.

"Thanks," he tried to keep from scowling as he saw her give a quick glance to the shirtless boy as he continuously moved the boxes. It was menial labor, but it was a job that would pay well for the teenager. "I don't want to keep you though, so you can just drop that off to Yukito and he'll make sure I eat it on my break."

"I don't mind staying for a bit," she quickly replied, going to the desk by the doorway and opening the bag. "I don't want to be alone at home so I can keep you guys company."

Touya just sighed and giving up. He was not going to call her a little monster in front of Syaoran and give him more insight into his relationship with his sister. And since that was usually the only thing that would get her to stomp away after a sibling fight, he just resigned himself.

"Suit yourself," he went back to his checklist, continuing to look at the pair as Sakura unpacked the snacks and Syaoran just kept doing his job. The only thing that saved the kid, which is what he called him, was the fact that he was oblivious to Sakura's attention.

Sakura opened the crackers and took a bite of one. She sat down, glancing over the huge warehouse and inconspicuously setting her gaze in her current obsession. She really didn't know why it had happened, but she had dubbed it what had seemed most appropriate.

This was her obsession. She really could stare at him all day. She sat down, munching on one cracker and then another as she followed his movements.

Syaoran was in his own little world. The boxes weighted a ton for his sore muscles. He had already been at this for a couple of hours and after lifting so many of them, his arms wanted to quit. He didn't have a long shift today, so it would only be two hours more before he could go home and rest.

He wiped off his brow after setting the last box from their second line with the shirt he had discarded an hour before Sakura had shown up. The girl's name just froze him. Here he was, sweating and dirty, using his shirt to wipe said sweat from his face while she was in the room.

She must be thinking something unpleasant about him after having to watch this display. His face was burning, his body protesting from being frozen in place and each muscle locking in place.

Sakura felt her eyes widening as she watched him stiffen. His muscles were bunched up as he still pressed his face against his shirt. His shoulder blades were sticking out, and his sinew muscles glistened under the harsh light the warehouse possessed.

She wanted him to turn around. That chest was not worth hiding for any circumstance. Sakura winced inside, knowing that her hormones were going out of whack. It also had to do with the fact that she'd had a crush on the guy for the last two years of high school.

She had known him since they had been 11, but it was on the start of high school that everything changed. She had been in constant contact with him the summer before it because he was her only link to Meiling, his cousin who had moved away to America with her family.

Talking with him throughout the summer got them used to one another. As soon as he had returned for the coming school year, they had gotten involved in the same activities in school that had placed them in each other's company continuously.

Sakura hadn't found it hard to have her eyes wandering over his figure as they worked out in their school activities. His body had felt extremely hard when she had somersaulted while performing a cheering routine and he had been the one catching her as she fell when the routine had gone horribly wrong.

She had left with a sore shoulder and he had been winded and out of commission to help them practice after she had crushed his stomach with her fall. They had laughed about it, but it had also been the first time she had seen him without his shirt on. Having to take care of him by rubbing the salve their gym teacher had given them had also been an eye-opener.

She had wondered as soon as she had been done if she was ever going to get the chance to run her hands through his stomach again. It seemed like inhibitions had no place in her own thoughts where he was concerned. Tomoyo had teased her mercilessly after that too.

"Are you okay Syaoran?" she had to ask him. He'd been stuck in that position for longer than what someone would.

"Fine," the single word was kind of clipped. She heard him clear his throat before turning to her while cradling the dirty shirt in his hands and in front of his chest. Syaoran really didn't know whether to put on the dirty item or just let it hang by his side.

He was bashful when it came to girls and they were practically alone when one rationalized that Touya was deep inside the truck in the hangar and occupied in his own work.

"Here," he raised his face to find her standing right before him, holding an opened can of cola. "You've been working hard and this will be good to refresh yourself."

"Thanks," Syaoran was able to stop the stammer that had been about to go through his mouth to the outside world by taking a quick sip of the cold liquid. Sakura couldn't help but love his reaction to the drink. She knew she was staring as he gulped down the can but she didn't want to look away.

His throat was exposed to her eyes and she was taking full advantage of it. It appeared to be long and smooth. His Adams apple moving back and forth as he leaned farther to get to the last of the sugary drink.

His shirt lay forgotten in his free hand at his side, giving her the front view she had been wishing for awhile. He was lean, but also strong. Her eyes could trace the lines of his muscles in his forearms as they lay flexed, as well as the definition in his chest. Gripping boxes in all angles clearly helped developed his biceps as well as his pectoral, deltoid and trapezoid muscles. Yes, she had looked at an anatomy book at the school library soon after to find what they would be called. Obsession. Yes, she knew.

Good God he was hot! And currently watching her as she ogled him! Sakura didn't know what to do. He was looking at her like he'd never seen anything like her as her body unglued from that position and she finally got herself under her own power.

Sakura stepped away, going back to the table in full mortification not realizing that he was speechless.

"Sakura?" he called her name after she refused to look at him. "Why were you... ?"

"You have a nice body," she interrupted him quickly. "I was just amazed since it was the first time I'd ever seen someone that close to me unclothed."

"Alright," he accepted her explanation. He had no other reason not to since it was quite valid. He was also happy inside that she had found his body nice. Just because he was shy around girls didn't mean that he wasn't aware of how the opposite sexes always tried to keep someone's attention on them.

Syaoran was nervous, but he figured she was more embarrassed than he could ever be. Smiling a bit, he reached down for one of the crackers she had placed in the bowl to come in contact with her reaching hand.

Sakura yelped as she felt his hand enveloping hers, unable to move away as she felt the warmth that it transmitted into her own. It was almost like she had been freezing in the change in temperature.

"I'm sorry Sakura," he moved it away, making her very aware of how fast her hand was cooling as he pulled away. She felt disappointment start as she placed her hand by her heart while he initialed small talk to ease the silence that settled in.

She still looked, while not really looking. Absorbing every detail she could as she felt the time slip away and her time disappear. There was only so much time that she could be here before she had to leave or both Syaoran and her brother would become suspicious of her actions.

"I'm leaving brother," she called out as Touya's head appeared to wave and tell her at what time to expect him home. With a narrow look shot toward the younger man beside her, he bid his goodby. Syaoran accompanied her as he left for the next order that Yukito would be giving him.

Sakura bit the inside of her lip as he slipped his shirt over his body and his nakedness disappeared. She was tempted to tell Tomoyo to go ahead with her nefarious plan of a fix up project that she could unravel Syaoran in so that he would be in her company in the hot summer sun with his chest bare. Maybe if she looked at it long enough, she would stop obsessing over it.

"I'll see you in school then," Syaoran blinked as he saw her keep on walking with a dreamlike expression that had him shiver a bit. He didn't know if it was self preservation of the unknown, but his body clearly recognized that it wanted to protect itself somehow. Or maybe it was telling him that if that dreamy like expression had anything to do with him, he would gladly welcome it.

He whispered her name, trying not to startle her too much, which had the effect of her shaking her head and look at him in question. "Um?"

Sakura placed her hand in his forearm, stilling him as she stopped before the door that would take her out of the building.

"Thanks for the drink and snack," Syaoran went to the subject that he could pull as fast as possible from his own wondering thoughts. He could feel his circulation picking up speed as he felt her fingers curl over his skin. "Even though you bring them for your brother, you always share a bit with me."

"I also make them for you," Sakura couldn't believe she had said it out loud. But it was too late to turn back time and take back the words. She knew she was so red in the face at the moment that she felt lightheaded. It was probably having been in close contact with him shirtless. That was probably why her brain was temporarily shut off and not even screaming as her mouth opened to say those words.

Syaoran had to smile. He was happy. For some reason his ears were ringing as his facial muscles formed a grin. That meant that she also came to see him when she came to drop off her brother's snack.

"I'm glad then," he really didn't know what else to say. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Thanks for taking care of me." He waved to her before continuing on towards a grinning Yukito that waved to Sakura once before her legs mechanically moved her to the door. She was sure she had mumbled some sort of farewell, but what took most of her attention was her currently tingling cheek.

"He kissed me," she said to herself, as if trying to make herself believe it had happened and it hadn't been her imagination. She skipped home, not able to suppress the happiness of the turn of events of the darkening day.

She was going to prepare something special for tomorrow. She knew that Syaoran loved a certain pastry that they had made in middle school for home economics class. He was going to be surprised tomorrow.

She hesitated for a second realizing that Touya had the next day off. She knew that Syaoran was working because Yukito let her take a peek at the schedule every week so that she could know when Touya was working and until when. Really, she suspected that he gave her the whole thing to look over because he knew that she also looked to see when Syaoran was working as well.

Well, she had already told him that she was preparing him things too, so she was sure he would welcome her presence. She wasn't going to get cold feet about it. She had already gone this far and the chance to be able to watch him while her brother wasn't around was something that she was sure going to take advantage of. Who knew? Maybe she would get the courage to kiss him just like he had. She really did enjoy his company and being able to get in contact with him was going to be the next step for her.

Tomorrow was definitely going to be her own turning point. In her mind flashed the image of him drinking the coke. He definitely had a wonderful body. She was going to call Tomoyo as soon as she entered her house and tell her to go forth with her plans.

Who knew? Maybe that way she could get more personal and see how he would feel about closer contact. Maybe it did pay to be a bit obsessive about seeing a guy shirtless. She shivered in anticipation, the next day not coming soon enough.

So, what did you guys think? Um, I know... plotless and all that other stuff, but I couldn't help myself. Also, it turned out to want more than being a oneshot/drabble/pointless thing. So, expect other parts. I think I'll write a second part and be done with it.

Now it's your turn guys... leave a comment or I might just not get enough ideas to get me started onto the other parts. I also have two other ideas playing with right now as well, so keep reviewing and I'll keep supplying you with writings :P .

MS

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