Disclaimer: I don't own the CCS characters. I don't own half of the plot, but everything else goes to my credit.

"You always tell me of my debt to you! My food, my clothing, my tampon, even the air that I breathe!"-Kinomoto, Sakura. "I'm not giving you back your passport until you pay me!"-Li, Syaoran. Slightly based on the Filipino movie, "Bcoz of You."

Chapter One

"All right you guys, that's enough for today. We might actually perform perfectly next week!" The group scattered around the place, grateful that they can finally go home. They can actually go home an hour ago, but their boss made them stay until they mastered their performance. "I'll see you guys on Monday!"

"Finally! And I thought I was going to cancel my date with Yukina," spoke one of them to his co-worker who seemed to be uninterested to whatever he is talking about. All of them have the same thing in their mind. To get out of there and rest until their sore muscles healed.

Two people out of them stayed behind though as they were busy packing up their things and tried to get a good position to carry the precious costumes they would be wearing with their performance. They would be performing a cultural dance in front of tourist audiences next week. It was a bunch of old-fashioned Chinese outfits made out of silk, most likely taken from unsuspecting silkworms a long time ago.

"Be very careful of those," warned a young man to his co-worker. His golden brown eyes closely following every move of the young lady next to him through some strands of chocolate hair that fell on his face, expecting her to mess up.

Not hearing a word he's saying, she stuff the costumes into her arms carelessly. Furiously, he pulled out the earpiece of her mp3 player as she turned to him angrily with a questioning face. "Hey, what's the deal?"

"I said, be careful of those!" he repeated, louder this time even if she doesn't have the headphones on her ear now. On the other hand, she turned away and grumbled to herself.

"And I bet you're adding that to your list," she said and continued to stuff the costumes hastily. After she was done, she started to walk toward the parking lot with him closely following behind her also carrying costumes, but more than she is carrying. "Why can't you be lenient?"

"Adding to my list?" he quoted her. "Listen here, just because I'm keeping a list that doesn't mean I put all your mistakes as a debt. But you are actually right, this could go to my list. And don't even bet because you will be getting your betting money from me anyway."

She turned back to look at him with an infuriated face as she sighed making some strands of her hair that was falling on her cheek to blow in the air. "Jerk," she said, but he heard it clearly.

"Whatever" he replied and started to get his keys out of his jean pocket. It was impossible for him to do so as both of his hands are full or things. He continued to try and get it in the most possible ways, but to no avail. It was quite odd for everybody to see him in this action. She stopped walking and turned to him. As soon as she caught sight of him trying to get his car keys, a questioning face appeared replaced her old one.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Fishing," he sarcastically said and it wouldn't be obvious to anybody who heard him but didn't see what he is doing by the way of his tone. "I'm trying to get my car keys, obviously!"

"Let me help you with that," she volunteered, quite hyper to help a citizen in need. As she walked toward him, he busied himself to try and get his keys again, being the prideful person that he is. She sighed at how he gets stubborn as a mule. Couldn't have a nerve to ask anybody for help.

He gave up when he realized she was just a footstep away from him and thought that this would get to nowhere anyway if he acts pigheaded all night long. Besides, this girl wouldn't give up asking him if she could help. "You will take off 20 from my debt by helping you, okay?" she asked nicely, but deep down he knows that she will be an untamed beast when he refuses.

"Five," he haggled as she came nearer.

"Seventeen," she countered back.

"Seven."

"How 'bout fifteen?"

She already felt for his pockets to find his car keys and he was slightly startled by that. What a stupid girl! Here he was, thinking that she would help him by taking some of the costumes he is carrying to have a free hand to look for his car keys in his pocket himself, but I guess she was just too damn idiotic. It's just like she wanted to get a hold of him or something. Perverted girl!

But by just looking at her, she was nowhere near thinking of that. He stared at how her copper colored hair swayed with the nightly wind and how- His thoughts were interrupted as she started jingling the car keys in front of his face. "Yoohoo! Li, Syaoran are you still there?"

"Huh?" he looked so lost for a moment there which his companion preferred to more than his usually grumpy expression, but life hasn't been going what she wants lately. "Well? What are you waiting for? I can't open that car with all of this!"

"Oh, right," she scampered toward the driver's side and opens the car door. Let me say, the car is pretty old. It is a must to throw it in a museum immediately. It's a red old model of a Beatle Volkswagen. It looks polish, but who knows if it breaks down in the middle of the road. She went to the passenger's side to open it and carelessly dumped the costumes in the back before Syaoran could even warn her.

"Didn't even say a small thank you," she muttered under her breath, but again Syaoran heard it. It was impossible for her to say anything in Chinese that he couldn't hear or understand. It's like his ears are everywhere.

"Why would I say thank you when I'm the one who is giving you a ride home?" he gruffly asked as he also put the costumes he is carrying on the back of the car, gently.

"Don't tell me you giving me a ride home would also be added on your list?" she asked looking aghast. She childishly stuck her tongue out at him while he was facing the other way.

"Then I won't tell you," was his smart aleck response. The next thing they knew, they were on a glaring contest as they stared at each other from the other side of the car over the red roof of it. It was until they heard a car engine start that broke off the glaring contest. They haven't realized that they were the few ones left on the parking lot and that car was the last one before them.

"Oh my bad, thank very much then Li-san for giving me a ride home. Considering that I live…" she replied dramatically, putting a hand above her heart. "… the SAME place that you do!"

And after yelling at him, she got into the car and slammed the door, hard. She grinned to herself knowing that he hates that every time she does it. He got inside the car too and started the engine and the car made an awful sound. You could just imagine how an antique car sounds like. Very, uh… noisy.

Syaoran rolled his eyes her way and she just turned away in return, purposely flipping her hair on doing so. It was a quiet ride home, but he stole some glances every now and then to the girl on the passenger's side. She on the other hand didn't look at his way for the rest of the ride as she propped her right elbow on the car window and stared at the streets.

To be continued… (that is if every single one of you who reads this reviews)

Author's Note: Alrite for everyone of u hu actually watched the movie. Dis fic is just the Sandara/Hero part, mk? And when I said 'slightly', I really meant slightly. I'm adding a lot of things in here. "Bitin na bitin ako sa movie!" so yesh, I decided to make my own dream Sandara/Hero ficcie in the CCS section. Whelps, review if u want more, that is. Thank you so much for taking ur time reading this N if u won't mind plz. Review. Take note dat this is just like a test if people will rily like it, so mind u i'm not putting all of the plot on the first chappie. maybe if i get decent review, then the next chap would be long. sorry if i sound demanding...