Love in the afternoon
Summary: It was her first case as a young therapist. It was his first time into rehab and it was her job to fix him, not to fall for him. SS AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura obviously, it belongs to Clamp but I do own my own characters and this plot thus giving me my own motive to do what I want with it, after all it's a FANfic. /smiles.
Chapter 1
Living in Hong Kong had many advantages and very little disadvantages for twenty three year old Sakura Kinomoto. She had just graduated six months ago from a famous prestigious university in Tokyo only to find that she couldn't get a damn job! It left her feeling frustrated, desperate and jumping from job to job.
Until, she got a call from Evergreen Rehabilitation Center located in the plush lands of China - about 25 minutes away from Hong Kong, about 10 times busier as Tokyo. They had called to offer her a job as a rehab therapist – designed to listen to people as they struggled to give up addictions. A very demanding job in Hong Kong but apparently, less demanding in Tokyo.
Having talked to her best friend who currently lived there – moving there for design school, she decided that a clean state was what she wanted best. Breaking up with her long time boyfriend of three years, gave her the chance to start fresh … start clean.
Upon taking the job, they provided her with the offer of a loft apartment in the heart of Hong Kong, downtown where the lights never went out and cars never seemed to clear the road, but she refused softly already having a place to stay.
Instead, she proposed a cheap car, and they happily agreed – highly impressed by the young girls negotiation skills. She was to start in two weeks.
-x-x-
"YOU GOT A JOB IN HONG KONG? AS IN … CHINA?" her older brother screamed, pacing their small living room. Touya Kinomoto was nearing 30 years old already married with a child on the way. He was furious at his little sister. She was giving up everything she had worked for here… which was, to put it bluntly: nothing.
Sakura's father sat on the couch, stunned. He couldn't believe that his baby girl was moving to Hong Kong, a four hour plane ride away – a country away.
"If… Sakura, do you think this is honestly the right choice for you?" her father asked softly; he didn't even know where to start, his brown eyes full of worry.
Sakura nodded, not a regret in her mind. "I can't find a job here dad, I've been trying for six months. I went to university for four years and have earned nothing, and trust me when I say university is hell – its hell."
Touya paced more and more, he was furious and couldn't seem to calm down. "No." He said sternly before turning to his baby sister, "If you leave – I can't protect you. I can't be there to help you through your life problems. You have to stay here"
Sakura wanted to laugh, she tucked a soft piece of her long auburn hair behind her ear and sighed, "Touya, Dad." She sat down beside her father and grabbed his hand, "I'll be fine, I'm a big girl – I can handle it. I promise, and if anything goes wrong … I'll come home". She gave them a reassuring smile, and promised everything would be okay. "Besides, I have Tomoyo – she's been my best friend for… forever. I mean she is my cousin".
And with that, her father decided to let her go, if it meant her being happy – he'd sacrifice his feelings in the matter.
Sakura smiled at the memory as she got off the plane, Hong Kong International Airport was busy as hell, compared to Tokyo. People bustled by, their minds obviously on whatever they needed to do, causing them to be careless and reckless, bumping into whomever and whenever.
Tomoyo had told her that she'd meet her at the airport because she was unfamiliar with Hong Kong but she had seen no sight of her cousin, a pretty porcelain lavender haired girl.
Heading towards the large sliding doors, Sakura was greeted with rays of sunshine, when she left Tokyo it was pouring rain – cats and dogs. The streets were flooding back home (she found herself smiling slightly at the thought of home) when she left and her father was worried a lump some about her and the plane making it through the rain, but she had promised to call once she got to her new house.
It was then that she saw her best friend standing against a black, sleek sexy car. She was wearing a purple halter top dress that ended just before her knees which complimented her silhouette. Her hair was braided to one side and she wore a sunhat, her feet adorned with purple tie-up wedges.
Sakura glanced down to her sweats, hair tied back in messy bun look and felt suddenly small; she didn't realize she had to dress up.
"You make me feel … lower class 'Moyo" Sakura said as she approached Tomoyo who was fully aware of all the glances she was receiving from the opposite sex, and some even from the same sex. She smirked in response, "It's okay … when your chillen with no make up on and hair tied back in sweats – that's when you're the prettiest" she said, quoting "Best I Ever Had" by Drake – an r&b singer that even made its way to Asia.
Sakura laughed as she hauled her luggage into the trunk of the car, Sakura was hoping that her car would be just as nice. It was a Mercedes, so sexy.
"Where's the rest of your stuff? Ahem, furniture… please tell me you have some?" Tomoyo asked as she got in the drivers side, Sakura following suite but in the passenger side.
"Yeah – It should be arriving at the house today or tomorrow silly, I can't bring a crap load of stuff on a plane!" Sakura said, giggling as she tucked a fallen piece of her hair behind her ears, it tickling her neck slightly.
"Ahhhh. Well, you're cute car is at the house awaiting your arrival. It's a dark sexy, almost sparkly metallic blue and-"
Sakura cut her off, "What kinda car is it?!"
Tomoyo laughed, "I was getting there before someone rudely interrupted me. ANYWAYS – it's a Honda Civic Coupe. Apparently the job you've just gotten is rather… good to their employees Saks"
Tomoyo took her eyes off the road for a moment and winked, which caused the cocky grin on Sakura's face to spread even wider. "Not my fault I don't have my own business and can afford an extremely roomy apartment in downtown Hong Kong and even drive a Mercedes. I'm not God"
"Oh, but I am?"
Sakura just rolled her eyes, obviously loosing the battle that the two were currently snipping back-and-forth over. Jokingly, of course.
-x-x-
Now: Hong Kong
"I told you, he needs help… Another appearance in Hong Kong's top magazine and newspapers. This is going to not only kill his reputation but … it's going to damage the family name. I need your help – he's refused to talk to me anymore… and …"
He could tell it was very hard for the woman with such poise to talk about the subject in such ways. He could see the hurt, distraught and anxiety that was held up in her eyes. It made him want to kill 'their subject', but of course – as a loyal family friend and best friend to 'the subject' – he vowed to fix his friend before mass destruction really hit and the phrase: 'the shit hit the fan' really happened.
"…I just want my son back, is that so hard for a mother to want? I need your help, I'm begging you. His sisters haven't heard from him in ages and you… well – you're the only one who sees him everyday. Is he at least well... o-or as well as he can be?"
A grunt was her only response and she could feel her ticker slowly starting to beat faster. It was only a matter of time before he destructed, and she needed to save him before it happened.
'He's doin' real fuckin well, at least you don't gotta see him everyday… it'd kill you.'
Yesterday: Hong Kong
A man stood in his office, his dark brown hair messily sitting upon his head. It cascaded down his forehead, dipping slightly into his dark amber eyes. He stared at the wall, with a frown placed on his face – a tight frown. He didn't like the way it was set up.
"Eriol! In here, NOW" his deep, sexy voice rumbled and the door quickly opened revealing his best friend, Eriol Hiiragizawa. His hair was a dark dark brown with hints of blue in it, and he had dark azure eyes hidden behind a pair of VERSACE glasses which complimented his complexion. He was all about brand names, as was his best friend who was currently enraged and it seemed Eriol was the only one to actually calm down.
"Ahh. Syaoran… are you alright?" He asked cautiously, and took a small step forward, not sure of how his friend was going to react.
Syaoran turned his dark eyes on his friend and squinted, "Who told the movers to put my stuff in the office? And who told them how to set it up?"
Eriol felt like running out of the building and watching it self destruct, taking down this very man with it. He was making such a big deal out of literally, nothing. He was a ticking time bomb that seemed to go off at every little detail, and behind Syaoran's back – his friends would simply say: Apparently he doesn't get laid enough.
But Eriol knew that wasn't true, same with his friends, he was getting sex every night from very promising girls, it was just an excuse to cover up their friends' true problem. He was an alcoholic and while he was not drinking, he was damn grouchy – it made you want to fucking duck and take cover. A lot of cover.
"Actually, it was the new secretary. She couldn't get a hold of you, as you were in a meeting all day and the movers needed to know where to put your new things, as soon as possible." Eriol said as he scratched the back of his head.
Syaoran muttered a few swear words under his breath, and all that Eriol could catch was, "she wasn't so great … bed … her ass … gone" which he put together as, 'If she wasn't go great in bed, her ass would have been long gone.'
"Okay, well I want this room totally redone as we talked about, by tomorrow. I have the men coming in and I want to blow them away with the productions we've been coming up with and if the room looks like-" he paused and took a deep breath, "…shit, then… well I'm sure you can fucking guess it. Can you get it done Eriol? I won't have to come after your ass if it's fucked up, will I?"
Eriol sighed, shaking his head before opening the door and closing it behind him. The pretty redhead secretary winked at him, as he walked by and Eriol only smirked, as he thought of Syaoran's second hands.
Present: Hong Kong
As Eriol thought back to the incident yesterday, he definitely had to agree with Syaoran's prominent mother. She was always in the media – a very influential family in Hong Kong and most of Asia. Her late husband had built a corporation from the ground up, and Yelan stood by her husband Xiao-Huo Li, as he worked effortlessly, working the late nights never fully being a father figure to her four daughters and one son.
When Syaoran was 13, his father died suddenly and violently of a heart attack, leaving the young boy to fend for himself. He never gave his mother credit, she had to grieve her husband, and take care of her five children and lastly, run the business that her husband worked so hard for.
This unfortunately, put such a rough stress on Syaoran as he received proper training at age eighteen – so young to take over the family business three years later.
Flash-forward seven years later and here we have modern day Syaoran Li, a twenty five year old male, with a libido of an eighteen year old male, also following a drinking problem like a sixteen year old focusing on who can get drunk the quickest and who can drink the most.
It was tragic; Eriol thought as he thought about his friends' life and glanced down at the newspaper's bright, bold letters that seemed to jump out at him.
""EXECUTIVE CEO OF LI CORPORATIONS, SYAORAN LI WAS SEEN AT VIVID LAST NIGHT, 12 AM GOING HOME WITH MELINKA CORTICA – A EUROPEAN MODEL; AND ALSO … VERY TRASHED. TSK TSK MR. LI"
- THE BET IS: HOW LONG WILL HE STAY WITH HER BEFORE SHE GETS OLD AND HE FINDS HIMSELF BORED, HIS PAST RELATIONSHIP COUNT NEARING 150 WOMEN IN A YEAR.
--- HAS THAT MAN EVER BEEN TESTED FOR STD'S? SOMEONE CALL THE DOCTOR, HE'S LOOOVESICK OR SEXSICK – WHICH EVER WAY YOU WANT TO LOOK AT IT. BET MOMMY'S NOT VERY HAPPY. OBVIOUSLY, SHE CAN'T CONTROL HER WILD SON."
Eriol couldn't read anymore of the article, it made him sick. He shut the newspaper before tossing it into the burning fireplace, in the modern home of Yelan Li. She recently recruited out of her large estate for a more, small modern home – it was only her and her dog of course, why did she need a house with seven bedrooms?
He never
-x-x-
It was sunny outside and Sakura was grateful, the sun remained in the sky for hours it felt like, this was so much different from Tokyo where the sun would barely come out and when it did – holy shit, it was a miracle.
She sat in the car quietly as Tomoyo told the movers which bedroom to put her things in, it was the second day in Hong Kong and when she called her father, he was ecstatic to hear her voice. It seemed as though he sat by the phone waiting… and waiting… and waiting.
The apartment was really nice; it was located on the upper side of Hong Kong, overlooking the city and its bright lights. It was a roomy three bedroom apartment, on the top floor – 21 floors to be exact. Above their apartment was a rooftop pool that was open to attendants twenty four seven and in the basement was a work out center. Very different from home.
Affording a house like this was incredibly expensive; the rent a month was nearing 1,500 Yuan which compared to 20,377.3 Japanese Yen. Different money currencies too, which was a different thing for Sakura to obviously get used to.
By the time that the movers had brought everything up into her room, Sakura was standing in the open pretty light pink pasted room. She had her own bedroom obviously, and a bathroom off to the side – the doors leading to her bathroom and bedroom were both French doors, the frosted glass recreating an illusion.
"This room was once a guest room for friends but they can have the office" Tomoyo added with a wink; Sakura could smell the fresh paint and never wanted it to go away.
"I love the smell, when did you do it?"
Tomoyo smiled as she directed where the big queen bed would sit in the room, against the left wall with the nightstand beside it. The dark mahogany oak contrasted well with the light bright pink bedroom which surprisingly had tons of sunlight along the west wall. Sakura didn't want to block the two windows because they added so much sunshine into the room.
"I did it last week, my friend Naoko came over and we painted for three hours and put down the hardwood floor. The landlord doesn't know so don't tell" she added a mysterious wink afterwards and Sakura stepped forward, telling the movers where to put the large oak desk, against the same wall with the bed.
…A few hours later, Sakura found herself adding little accessories to her bedroom – all the furniture was in the room, the light fuzzy pink round carpet flowed with her room nicely. Not everything was pink per say but it was definitely girly.
A knock came to her door as Sakura headed out of her bathroom, the bathroom was white washed – almost marble like and there was a large bathtub – a window right beside it allowing quite the view of the harbor and downtown life and a frosted shower door that allowed privacy, but intimacy.
It was amazing, she definitely fell in love with this apartment and the sad thing is – it's an apartment but extremely spacious, no wonder why it was so expensive.
Opening the door, she was greeted with Tomoyo who was dressed in a pair of dark purple satin pj pants and a matching tank top, obviously her pj's. Her hair was let down and she was smiling, "I'm going to bed now, I don't think I'll be home when you wake up tomorrow for work, but uh – good luck and I expect a full report alright?"
Sakura nodded and smiled, "Thank you, this… it's… wonderful. I'm speechless, there are no apartments this big in Tokyo, and they're usually really squished and cramped"
"Well, Hong Kong has bigger house – we have a lot of influential people living here also known as – Syaoran Li and his bestie, Eriol. They were in the papers again, oh! You definitely have to see this sex bomb, hold on"
Before Sakura couldn't even blink, Tomoyo had turned on her heel and was running into the living room, down, down the long hallway that curved into the spacious living room and kitchen, and then began running back.
"Here, look!" Tomoyo said as she thrusted the newspaper into her hands and watched her reaction as she read over the article about his newest scandal.
"That's disgusting Tomoyo, he's slept with over 150 women this year, that's uh…only 6 months? That's disgusting, think about how many the man has slept with from say… age 16? Sure – he's attractive-" she was sharply cut off, by the narrowing eyes and sharp tongue of Tomoyo.
"He's hot hello!"
"-…Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted – he's very attractive but holy Christ, the man has some problems obviously. Would you want to date that? Never mind fuck that because, hell I would in a heartbeat but would you want a long term relationship with that? I wouldn't, who knows what he'd be doing behind my back. Like good god" She handed the newspaper back to Tomoyo, the disgust evident in her eyes as Tomoyo stared at her like her parade had been rained on.
"Do you have to always be so professional, using your big words and all!" Tomoyo huffed as she turned around, still staring into the eyes of Syaoran Li. The ones that seemed to coax women into taking their clothes off and offering their bodies as his one night stand…
The ones that seemed to have a deep, dark secret behind him.
"Attractive isn't a big word!" Sakura called out laughing as she watched her cousin raise her left hand and give her the middle finger, before reaching her room and shutting the French doors.
It was nearing 10 pm, and Sakura had just finished up her bedroom and bathroom. The dim light of the night light besides Sakura's bed created a very warm environment as she opened up her Mac laptop and proceeded to check her messages.
"To: Sakura Kinomoto Saks_Khotmail[dot]com
From: Evergreen Rehab [dot]com
Miss Kinomoto,
We're hoping that you're settling into Hong Kong very nicely, and that you like your new car – it's a gift from the company to you, a thank you that states we're very happy to be working with such a bright, young talented woman such as yourself!
The Rehab Center has been buzzing for almost two weeks now, since the announcement of your arrival tomorrow, and the staff is very excited to meet you. We're also very excited to be working with you; your capabilities are endless coming from the rap sheet and references from university.
Thank you once more for joining the caring team at Evergreen Rehab Center, and we're delighted to meet you at 9 am sharp tomorrow!
Veronica Ling
CEO of Evergreen Rehabilitation Center
Enter Signature here"
"Huh, isn't that nice… they seem very sincere there." Sakura said before she got up, and changed – crawling into her bed.
Tomorrow was going to be very hectic.
-x-x-
Vinyl was bumping with music, the hot girls dancing together and men crowding the night club. He felt at home here; he sat at the bar as he scanned the bar, a drink in his left hand.
A few women had already come up to him, but they were boring looking. He had spotted a pretty girl dancing with some friends in the middle of the club, directly under the lights.
Putting on his sexy smirk (a trademark with the ladies), he ran a hand through his extremely thick unruly brown hair, his amber eyes trained on the little slut in the middle of the dance floor. She had long flowing brown hair, that was curled up and the prettiest eyes ever: a green shade.
She wore a short little dress that ended just under her ass and a pair of heels that tied up around her ankle; those would be a bitch to get off when they were having sex.
On the other hand, if she talked like a slut – there would be no way he'd be bedding her, that or if she was Virgin Mary. He was into girls who had experience and knew which buttons to push.
Dressed in a black button up shirt and a pair of ripped Diesel jeans, he headed over – his black Versace rims outlining his eyes casting a sexy look upon his face. He was already on his sixth beer since arriving half an hour ago, and his friends already bailed saying the women were not hot enough.
"Excuuuse me miss, I was wondering… did you want to maybe dance?" he said, slurring his words – a sexy smirk appearing on his face as he glanced down into the green eyes of the exotic beauty before him.
"Sure" she said as she glanced back to her hot group of friends, winking she took his hands and headed onto a new part of the dance floor.
OK, little mama had a swag like mine
She even wears her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lying
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine
And man I ain't never seen an ass like hers
And that pussy in my mouth had me loss for words
Told her back it up like erp erp
And I made that ass jump like jerk, jerk
And that's when she lick me like a lollipop (oh yeah I like that)
She lick me like a lollipop (I like that)
She lick me like a lollipop (I like that)
She lick me like a lollipop
Syaoran could barely stand straight, so the girl decided that standing in the middle of the dance floor, grinding to Lil Wayne's song was the best idea. His hands were crawling along her upper thighs, inches away from her jewel and her ass was deep into his groin – just givin 'er hard, take one for the team eh?
She was bent slowly, and she worked her magic getting Syaoran all riled up, he was sure she could feel his need for the young hot woman but he was too drunk to say anything.
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this
Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit
But shawty I'm a hit it hit it like I can't miss
And he can't do this
And he doesn't do that
Shawty need a refund, need a bring that nigga back
Just like a refund I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back
Because I like that
By the time the song was done, Syaoran was so riled up – alcohol tended to make him extremely horny and he was done his beer. He leaned down her ear, pulling her long sexy curls back and out of the way – he used his husky voice as he pressed her up against a wall, letting her feel his erection against her thighs.
"Whatta say we head outta here?"
She 'mmm'd' and 'ooo'd' for a moment, arching her back as she got a feel of him before turning around, licking her lips. "I'm Minnie" she said, adding a wink at the end.
He was very thrilled at the idea of 'Minnie' as he lead her out the doors, camera flashing once more and so his middle finger was up once more as he leaned in for a kiss, playing tonsil wars with the young heated woman who was so desperately wanting to get some camera action.
… Perhaps even with the young hot sexy Syaoran Li.
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Hopefully, you guys like my new story. A little different from my other story, "Stolen", it's a bit more humorous and definitely more upbeat compared to the down, gloomy story I'm writing.
So we've acknowledged that Syaoran definitely has an alcohol problem, pretty easy to figure out ;)
Hopefully you guys leave me lots of reviews, and hopefully you guys like this one. I made the chapter extra long just for you. =)
So please, leave me a review and you'll see what happens in the next chapter!
PS – I do not own Lil Wayne's song "Lollipop" or the line from Drakes "Best I ever had" song, and the words in L.W's song might be a little offensive, sorry – it's the song, I'm not going to censor out his work, not really my place.. Aheh heh …
Anyways, please review guys – I'm really happy I got this idea; I really like the idea of toying around with rehab, alcohol, pretty mysterious women and a therapist. Hahahah, Oh I have an idea that this will be pretty fun to write :P