Summary: Syaoran, a cold hearted writer. Nothing could corrupt his walls except a certain café with a certain emerald-eyed waitress. SxS. References of ExT. T+. Some scenes may not be suitable for the lower scale of teenagers.
Disclaimer: Me no own, so you know sue.
No Milk Please
It had been like this for as long as I could remember, a routine so you could say.
For me it was a matter of life or death even though nobody would think it. Being the author for a best selling novel three times was not easy, as well as being one of the most wanted bachelors in Asia and a family with great heritage I guess you could say I had it all.
But to many around who knew me also knew that was not true, I knew it wasn't true. My manners were not as polite to some standards in this world as was my way of communicating. To me all I needed was my laptop and my ideas. As well as my latte on second thoughts.
This was my world, my shelter. No one or nothing could corrupt it. Until she came along. When woman were mentioned, the only thoughts that came to me were those of which my past resided in.
Back in my teenage years I was not half of what I am now. Being a rich kid wasn't always easy especially when you could not tell the difference between your friends and your enemies. You had money and that was what they wanted, end of.
I suppose you could best describe me as the rebel of the family. Yes I, Li Syaoran was once a great rebel, a playboy in my time. Woman were nothing but mere treasures that I could use and dispose of when I wished.
They only wanted your money. Gold diggers who were willing to sell their body and whore about for just that one thing that I resented the most. Money. My looks of course cursed me for being so darn handsome. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bragging or anything but sometimes it could prove to be quite a pain in the arse especially when you are trying to get around town in a disguise, which practically was thought of by a gay man.
Eriol Hiragazwii, my cousin. Who also happens to be getting married to Daidouji Tomoyo, the daughter of the founder of Cherry scented designs, now that is the person you need to call for a disguise. For the past year I have not been spotted. Honest a year.
Eriol always insists on me introducing him with his name first as he originates from England which truly is a load of bull. He moved to England when he was six, he was born here therefore he does not originate from England, he originates from here in Japan.
Here being exactly where you ask? In a nice small town called Tomeoda. Thankfully, I'm glad to know, I was not born here but in the city of Hong Kong where I would much prefer to be if I wasn't doing extensive research for my new book, which personally is going to be a bitch to write. Mother says I should try a new style. First I done martial arts, then horror and my latest one was a more combined of the two. However she wants me to do a novel, which includes the three following points:
Romance.
Humour.
Mystery.
Might I add that I detest these categories! So here I am now, wasting my life away in café far away from the peoples eye at the back of beyond. Ever since that day 3 months ago where I had been caught in the rain –damn weather forecasters, can't they get right!- I took shelter here, nobody battered an eyelid that I was the great Li Syaoran, or that I had any money. All they cared about was what I wanted.
Of course this is why I come here, not because of a certain clumsy, petite emerald eyed girl who wouldn't know a robber if it came and shot her in the head. Oh no, it had nothing to do with her, right?
Wrong.
It had everything to do with her. Which really pisses me off. I do not get attached to people and I most certainly do not fall in love with girls' whom I don't even know the name to!
So there is only one rational explanation. I'm possessed. For example our first meeting wasn't the best to say the least.
Flashback.
The thunder clapped as a young man of 24 ran down the back streets of Tomoeda. Rain poured over him as his hair stuck to his forehead like a second skin, covering his dull cold amber eyes.
"Shit!" he continued cursing as he ran down the street looking for shelter.
"Bloody forecasters, can't they get it right for bloody once?" Light edged its way into his view as he ran closer to a small café perched in the corner. He mumbled some curse before coming to the conclusion that it would be better to go in there than have hypothermia out here.
The bell rang as he opened the door to be greeted by the smell of coffee nuts. The smell made him stand erect to his spot, droplets of water sliding off of him as he took in his surroundings.
The first words that came to his mind were 'different'. Indeed it was. The walls were the darkest shade of emerald, with lights in the shape of cherry blossoms. The place was small but gave off a friendly atmosphere with smiling faces.
Most definitely not his type of place. For the first time in his life Syaoran felt out of place, as if he stepped onto some forbidden ground, which was too good for him. He took a nervous step back before finally realising what he was thinking.
'Stupid baka! It is just some café, don't get in a tiff over something like THIS!'
Stepping forward, he slowly advanced to the register where he placed his order. The waitress gave a seductive smile, looking him up and down before telling him to wait at table number three then walked away winking at him.
'Great, another whore.' he mumbled under his breath, oblivious to the fact that someone was standing behind him.
"Your latte Sir?"
"Huh." he was startled for a moment before dismissing his hand, gesturing for the girl to put it down. He heard the china clatter slightly as it made contact with the table.
"Would you like some milk sir?" the voice rang like a melody through his ears putting him in an unwanted trance.
"Hmmm…" Almost realising what he said, he pushed aside his laptop reaching out his hand in a desperate measure to save his latte.
"Uh, I mean NO!" Before he even realised it, the milk had flown from her hand to his shirt –which thankfully for him was white-, falling out of his seat however to collapse on the girl.
Syaoran was in so much shock he couldn't move. Mainly because of the location his head had fallen to. Buried in her chest, he realised that some of her buttons had broken off due to the force in which he fell. She was carrying him in-between her thighs as he realised one of his hands was somewhere they were not supposed to be. It made the place where his head was buried currently look innocent.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!'
"Onegai…" she moaned. All right people, not the word to say in the current position they were, nor did she have to moan. For crying out loud! He needed a cold shower, a very cold shower.
"Onegai sir, your very heavy." Slowly he moved his bad hand away from the area, hopeful that she had not realised where it was, or he would have to experience the hell of fury from a woman scorned –more like molested in this case- and raised his head. Using both hands –the bad one finally removed from a naughty arse- he stood up to finally look at the woman he had um, molested, sexually harassed?
'IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT!' he screamed in his head, even though it refused his retorts.
There she sat, long silken hair, the deepest shade of auburn spilling out and surrounding her, a ribbon present in the sea of locks. Her skirt -which had ridden up slightly- revealed very smooth legs along with a pale and clear complexion. Standing up, Syaoran realised she only stood at 5'6 at the most. What caught his attention though were the innocent emerald eyes that stared back at him.
"Gomen…" She bowed her head in an apologetic manner that Syaoran found quite confusing.
"Why?" he found himself saying.
"Sir, I should have been-"
"Nonsense, it was no ones fault, just forget it happened." he waved his hand ignoring the guilty thoughts running through his head.
"Ano… your shirt?" Looking down he found a creamy coloured stain.
"Ah, um don't worry, it's the reason why I don't have milk." forcing a smile on his face that felt foreign to him, he watched as she beamed back at him.
"Okay then! Would you like me to get you another latte…"
"Li. Li Syaoran."
"Li-san?"
"Yes please." Walking away, Syaoran done one more thing that day which was out of character.
"OH! And miss?" She turned slightly.
"Hai."
"Arigatou."
"Your welcome."
End of Flashback.
Personally, I blamed myself for being sick that day but it didn't quite work out that way. Especially when I started having erotic dreams about the poor girl, which included me doing things, which even I wouldn't speak about in public.
Walking over to me, she placed my latter on the table before greeting me with a small 'konichiwa.' before walking away again.
Never in my life have I ever said thank you, to anyone but the girl has been blessed with me mumbling it every time she serves me… even if she doesn't here it.
Taking a small sip of my latte, I wondered truly and hardly what her name could be. Unlike most café's, this one failed to have name tags on there uniforms so I was left with pondering on the thoughts of what her name could be. Watching her from the secrecy behind my laptop –sneaky I know but I'm a lovesick fool- I saw her beam at customers as they walked in and out of the café.
She reminded me of a flower. Something bright, delicate and soft, innocence and purity. You could even tell she was a virgin by the way she walked.
Looking round the café, I couldn't help but think that it reminded me a lot of her. From the day I walked in here, it bugged me but as most things I placed it to the back of my head.
Maybe.
Logging into a search engine, I searched for the café. K 'n' K's Cherry Blossom. Here it is.
Founded by the rich Fujitaka Kinomoto in celebration of his daughter.
Rich? This guy is rich?
Founding only a small café, kinomoto-san says he is more than happy to run a small business along with his other child kinomoto Touya.
Wow.
Also being married to the famous supermodel, Nadeshiko Amamyia sister of the founder of Daidouji's Company, nothing more than a bright future shines for the young daughter of the Kinomoto's.
Currently at the age of 23, Sakura Kinomoto works at the café, helping her father and brother. They even say the place was decorated after her-
Wait, oh god. You cannot tell me that the girl who a think – more like perv- about is the daughter and Tomoyo Daidouji's cousin! Clicking on the image it showed me a picture of a ten year old with auburn hair and green eyes. Looking back and forth, I recognised the similarities.
Banging my head on the table, I mentally cursed my self a thousand times over.
Why me?
Why on earth did I have to love her? A girl who I just found out could measure up to me? And then she could sue me for sexual harassment!
But wait? Wouldn't that mean she was aware of who and why I was here.
Looking back over at the counter I saw her smiling at me, a look of mirth clouding the once innocent ones I memorised.
Beaming at me she turned around carrying on with her work.
That girl really is a mystery.
The shutting of book was heard as I felt the sheets beneath me move slightly.
"You know, I still can't believe you wrote a book about me, 'the clumsy girl who is still a mystery to me'. I mean really you hadn't even finished the book when you asked me to marry you, you dopey bastard." I looked over to the voice a smirked at her cheekily. She raised an eyebrow in return.
"Syaoran." she warned me as I shrugged my shoulders at her.
"You know, when you do your next novel, tell the men in this world if they want to write a book on the mystery girl they fell in love with warn them, to never say anything about any accidents, including ones where hands get misplaced on there first meetings." she glared at me lightly before realisation hit me.
"Oh shit, I put that in there."
"Yeah you did Syaoran and here I was thinking you were a kind gentleman."
"You love me no less." I watched as she looked at me with disbelief.
"Cocky much aren't we Mr.Li. I am going to sue you for sexual harassment and the evidence is in this book." she picked the book up, turning to a certain page she pointed to a sentence.
Leaning over I looked at it before carrying on the lean over her until she was on her back and I was straddling her.
"And I'm sure that they would believe me Mrs.Li especially since it says clearly in the book 'accidental'." Shutting the book, I through it across the room. She looked in the direction of which it fell.
"And to think, that is your work you just through the room." Shrugging, I leaned down and placed butterfly kisses on her neck, I could feel her trying to bite back a moan.
"You threw you work across our bedroom."
"Fuck the book."
"That wouldn't be much fun." I pulled back looking amusedly at the look on her face.
"Blunt tonight aren't we dear?"
"Pissed at you for sexually harassing me without my knowledge."
"Now I have done much worse Sakura, you and I both know that unless you want to tell the police." I watched her blush before turning her head the other way.
"You have no proof."
"Saki, darling the colour of your face makes me needn't say more."
"Don't be a big meanie."
"Meanie? You reduce me to that."
"Yep." She replied happily.
"That hurt…" I pointed towards my chest.
"Right there."
"You love me really."
"Now look who is being cocky."
"But I know its true."
"And I know you love me." I stated as I pulled the sheets over us allowing her to snuggle into my chest.
"How can you be so certain?" I heard her mumble into my chest.
"Because you wouldn't have married me." I stated simply, cringing lightly at the thought of never having her in my life.
"Syaoran?"
"Hn."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Kissing her lightly on the head I switched the light of and pulled her closer to me. That was of course before hearing the exceptional cry from the next room. God I love my son but must he pick these times to want to be fed?
A/n: Yay! Finished! At last. I like this oneshot very much, especially the ending. Lol.
I know not many people think to because it is a one shot but please, please can you review? No flames but constructive critism are welcome. Even challenges to wrtie a oneshot but no angst or tradgedy and it must be S+S
Press the purple button now. xD