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1. Breakups. . .

"I am a sad, demented, and pathetic little ladybug."

". . . What did you just call yourself?"

A lovely young woman with light-brown hair -and, apparently, the one who just called herself a pathetic ladybug-, wearing a marvelous green dress and had her hair tied up in a messy bun, sighed after she set down her bottle of beer on the table rather loudly, and looked at her best friend with sadness and exasperation. "Siaolu's been avoiding me for a week. A week! Just because we had a stupid little fight over what I want and what he wants. It's not even fair that I don't get a say in this relationship."

"Yes, well, what he wants is also not fair for you."

"Hey, he's a man."

Her best friend gave her a grim look, "I can see that." The beautiful girl sighed as she flipped back her long dark hair and took a sip from her glass of champagne with grace, her dark amethyst eyes thoughtful as she took in her surrounding. The bar was filled with people that night, and she tried not to gag as a drunk man bumped against the seat next to her, smiled uglily -though she presumed he was trying to smirk at her, and utterly failing at it- before walking away, swaying. She didn't exactly imagine this to be the setting when her dear friend had asked her to "Come meet me at the seventh level of heaven this afternoon so we can fly sky high like a bunch of pretty, pink and fat little pigs!"

. . . So much for little pigs now.

"Sakura, he's not a good boyfriend," Tomoyo warned, giving the other girl -who was currently drowning herself in a bottle of strong liquor down her throat- a stern look. Said girl set her glass down on the table and glared.

"And why is that?"

"He's pressuring you to do something you don't want to do; real boyfriends wouldn't do that."

"I'm just not ready! He's not pressuring me or anything."

"Not stopping when you first said no is pressuring. Actually, scratch that, it's rape."

Sakura laughed humorlessly into her drink and swatted her hand, looking away. "That's ridiculous, Tomoyo" she said, "I'm twenty-two, how is that rape?"

"Hey ladies," a young man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the table beside Tomoyo's seat. "Care to have a drink?"

"Get a life," Tomoyo spat, making Sakura chuckle at her cold demeanor, "or I'll kick your ass right here, right now, and you can kiss the thing you call your 'manliness' goodbye." Sakura cackled, and Tomoyo glared as she watched the man shrink away, grumbling.

"Hurray to Evil Tomoyo!" Sakura cheered, and raised her empty glass towards Tomoyo's face, almost smacking her nose. The dark-haired girl pushed her hand down forcefully and looked at Sakura in the eye.

"Break up with him, Sakura, he's no good."

Sakura raised an eyebrow, and sighed as she released her bottle and leaned back against her small stool. "I don't know."

Suddenly, she threw her purse onto the table and searched through it, taking out a small leather notebook in the process. "Then, Tomoyo, help me find another man. I've got a bunch of numbers from friends who introduced me to-"

"Like hell I will."

Sakura glared.

"Daidouji-san?" A polite voice suddenly asked, though barely audible through the loud sounds of the room. Tomoyo turned her head.

"Hiiragizawa-san!" Tomoyo exclaimed, smiling politely. "What brings you here?"

"Same to you," the man inquired, giving her a curious stare through his glasses. "You don't seem like the kind of person who would appear in a condition like this. I'm just meeting up with an old friend, but it doesn't seem like he's here, yet."

"I see," Tomoyo nodded, then gave a sneak of a look at Sakura who was back into her gloomy state. "My best friend is going through a relationship crisis."

The man looked at Sakura, raising an eyebrow at her before returning his attention back to Tomoyo quite comfortingly. "I see," he nodded, then straightened up and walked to the other side of Sakura in long strides. "Miss?"

Sakura raised her head at the sound of his voice. "What?"

He chuckled, and sat down on the stool next to her as he gave her a charming smile. He extended a hand towards her, "Eriol Hiiragizawa, a co-worker of Daidouji-san there. You are?"

Sakura hesitantly shook his hand, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. She smiled back and gave a small laugh, "Kinomoto Sakura. 22. Currently working at an insurance company. Single."

Tomoyo slapped her forehead.

Eriol laughed before raising an eyebrow at her amusingly, tilting his head. "I see. Which is why you are currently downing yourself in alcohol to forget the stress put on you during your relationship crisis, I presume?" Sakura's smile immediately turned to a frown before she turned to Tomoyo and glared. Said girl smiled back at her cheekily.

"Don't worry, I know the feeling." Eriol said comfortingly, and started to reach out for something in his pocket. "Though I probably cannot give you the best service in this condition," he fished out a pen and eyed the leather notebook on the table, "I think I know someone who will. May I?"

Sakura gave him a curious look as she handed him her phonebook and Tomoyo gave Eriol a disapproving stare. He only winked at her, and opened the book to a page near the back and scribbled down a few letters. "I gave you my number, just in case," he said later, and handed Sakura her phonebook back. He nodded at Tomoyo. "I will see you on Monday, then, Daidouji-san."

"Tomoyo," she suddenly said, though her smile wasn't particularly pleasant. "And yes, I will see you on monday."

Eriol gave out a slightly-frightened laugh before he nodded his head to Sakura and left. Sakura immediately dove into her book and flipped to the back, searching. "Li Syaoran. . ."

"So much for helping," Tomoyo suddenly muttered, crossing her arms on the table. "And here I thought he was going to come up with some brilliant plan of cheering you up-"

"-But he did!-"

"-without having the idea of matchmaking you up with some random stranger."

Sakura smiled. "So?"

Tomoyo glared at her disapprovingly, then her eyes suddenly widened in curiosity when she pulled the phonebook towards her and looked at the page. "Why do you have Siaolu's number on here? Don't you have it on your phone?"

Sakura sent her a skeptical look. "Tomoyo-chan, you know I always delete other people's numbers when I'm mad at them."

Tomoyo's eyes narrowed. "Oh, yes, and you always forget them. We've been friends for years and yet you still don't know my number."

Sakura laughed.

"I'm gonna have to go," Tomoyo said, pushing her empty glass away. "As much as I love the torturous experience of listening you go on about your relationship with the horrible, disgusting little man, I have to work on a design stuck in my mind for the past 8 hours." Tomoyo called for a waiter and handed him some tip and money. She then blew a kiss to Sakura and waved. "Love ya, sis!"

"Sis, my ass, we're cousins." Sakura muttered irritably, but waved goodbye to her friend affectionately, nonetheless.

"I. Cannot. Believe. This."

Stomping into her apartment, she shut the door forcefully and threw her bag on the table, fuming. She then stood there, glaring at her purse, steam blowing out of her ears for what seemed like hours, before she finally decided to stop assaulting her bag and dug out her phonebook and ran into her room.

Sakura sat on her bed and huffed, crossing her legs before she opened her phonebook and flipped to the page where her ex-boyfriend's number was currently kept. Yes, ex, since it seemed that Sakura had found him kissing this other blonde outside of his apartment when she had -coincidentally; BY COINCIDENCE, GOD DAMN IT!- drove by his place, then walked in through the door together as if she wasn't there. Which, technically speaking, she wasn't to them, but that doesn't mean that they could just leave her there with her mouth open like a huge idiot, sitting in her car, torn between cursing the life out of him and stomp into his apartment or crying like a baby in the middle of a friggin street! Sakura, being the smart girl that she was -though she forgot the point that she had been willing do date that son of a. . . never mind- decided to drive back to her place, half-drunk –Tomoyo's going to be so proud–, and be ready to scream the life outta that jerk-of-a-person she used to call a boyfriend.

Oh, yes, technology, the best thing for her to break up with a cheating boyfriend. How wonderful. Where were your guts, Sakura?

She punched the number into her cellphone, her nails making clicking sounds on the plastic. Listening to it ring for three times -oh, too busy, huh?-, she finally blew up when the other line clicked, and a deep voice answered into the phone with a "Hello?"

"You. Little. Son of a bitch!"

". . . Huh?"

"Don't you 'huh' me, you jerk! I don't care if you have excuses for cheating on your loyal girlfriend. I mean, just because I didn't have sex with you, doesn't mean you can go off to some other stupid blonde and kiss her in front of your apartment! What kind of freak are you? I've seen a lot of movies about this, and I really cannot believe that I would actually meet a cheating jerk like you!"

"Wait, hold on-"

"I'm not ASKING FOR AN EXCUSE SO SHUT UP! I mean, you could've easily just said you wanted a sex toy and get things over with, you asshole! And what, you had to wait just to break my friggin heart? Well, congratulations you dick, you won! But let me tell you one thing: Me, Kinomoto Sakura, am not that easily corruptible, even in the hands of a jerk like you, Lee Siaolu, who is possibly the biggest asshole there is on earth!"

"Oi, will you just-"

"Goodbye!"

Sakura shut her phone forcefully and threw it onto her pillow, fuming. Now, most girls in the movies would've just cried their eyes out after that, but instead, Sakura just felt anger. Horrible, disgusting, boiling anger. She took an eraser from her table, and leaned over to erase her ex's number–

Before she realized that was not the number she just dialed.

Eyes widening, she paused over the book –which was actually quite a sight, seeing a young woman leaning over a small book with both her arms raised and staring at the object with horrified eyes–, and sat there for a few agonizing seconds before she opened her cellphone again and checked the number she just dialed. No, that wasn't Siaolu's number. That wasn't her ex's friggin number. She then looked back to her phonebook, terrified, and realized she had just dialed Li Syaoran's number.

She just broke up with a friggin stranger.

Ho-ly shit. . .

He sat there, blinking at the phone -which was currently beeping in speakers-, his mouth slightly agape and his expression twisted into utter confusion and shock. The whole room stared with him as well, a few of which were currently trying hard to keep their eyes from falling out of its sockets. Eriol dropped his pen and it fell on the polished table with a 'clink' before he shook out of his daze and tapped his best-friend on the shoulder.

"Syaoran?"

Said man immediately closed his mouth and cleared his throat.

The sudden sound woke everyone up, and they all straightened up in their positions or adjusted their ties in attempt to act casual. Syaoran ran a hand through his already-unruly hair, squeezing his eyes shut once as if trying to wake up from a strange dream. A really, really strange and awkward dream. It didn't work.

Damn.

Taking a deep breath, he clasped his hands together on the table in front of him and stared at the paper underneath, thinking. Now, if he hadn't called his employers into his office for a short meeting about a few paperworks here and there and the. . .disturbing call hadn't occurred, he would've been a perfectly fine and handsome, and even dignified man. But no, God just didn't really agree with him today. No, he didn't. In fact, he didn't even do anything when Syaoran woke up that morning late for an important meeting, spilt half his cup of coffee on his new shirt, forgot about the fact that he was supposed to meet his best mate at a bar in the afternoon, skipped dinner and now his stomach was quietly growling for attention, and just now having heard one of the most irritating break-up calls from a total stranger he didn't know right in front of his co-workers.

Oh yeah, God must be enjoying himself up there.

Not that Syaoran knew if he really was. He wasn't even religious.

"Right," he suddenly said, his voice cracked from his still-in-shock throat, "um, that is all today. Just remember to have all the paperwork done by this Thursday. Clear?"

His employees just nodded, bowing to him politely before scattering out of the room so they wouldn't have to witness their beloved boss from throwing into a fit. After the heavy glass door closed with a 'snap', Syaoran shakily stood up from his leather seat and bowed his head, his body twitching.

Eriol's voice was quiet and hesitant as he reached out a hand of comfort, "Okay, Syaoran, before you get angry-"

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?"

Eriol sighed. So much for comforting.

Awkward for a first chapter? Sorry, I'll try to improve.