Solitary Man
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Cardcaptor Sakura (CLAMP does)
AN: REUPLOADED at last. I suggest listening to HIM's "Solitary Man" while reading this, as this story was originally a song-fic.
Part One: Syaoran Li- The Solitary Man
I know that I'm a fool. I can't help myself. I see a pretty face, looking at me with what appears to be love-filled eyes and I get carried away. I forget that love is fickle. It doesn't exist.
What I think could be love, is just lust. And I make the mistake of believing the wrong thing. I need to learn. I've been hurt so many times. Once was too many.
Here I am, the head of the Li Corporation. Aged twenty-seven, with untameable brown hair and golden tinted brown eyes. I know martial arts and train a lot, so I am fit and healthy. I am rich and popular. To the unknowing eye, I have everything. I am a playboy.
But that isn't true. All I want is a woman to love and a woman to care for me, to love me as much as I love her. But love doesn't exist. I've learned that through those girls who I thought loved me.
Walking along the corridors of my office building: heading to my empty luxury penthouse with no luxury actually awaiting me, I get eyed by the girls who work for me. None of them see me as a man looking for love. I am just the mega-rich company president who, if they screw, they will receive a raise or a promotion from.
Not going to happen. I've had enough. Those women are only selfishly looking for material things and not what I am looking for. I won't be hurt again.
I get to the elevator. Cold silver doors slide open and I enter, pressing the button for the basement floor where the car park is. I wait, as the elevator went down a floor or two. Only another twenty-seven to go…
Unfortunately for me, the doors slid open once again and a trim looking woman entered, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor. Her skirt was a little too short and her perfume quite overpowering and not my thing at all. Her cerulean eyes cast a quick look at me. I could see it on her face. It dawned on her, that I was the boss. She pouted her lipstick-brightened lips seductively, perhaps noticing that I had been looking at her. Yes, she was attractive. But I knew that she was not what I needed. Physically, maybe. But not what I needed emotionally. It was the last thing I needed. A woman who would pleasure me but not stick around for long. Someone who would get what they wanted and leave. Just like the rest of them. Or failing that, she would stay a while, but have a few other guys on the go. That had happened before too.
The woman made a big thing of dropping a file she was carrying and bending over in front of me. The view was appealing, but too obvious. She wanted me. But, I'd never met her before. She didn't know me and I didn't know her. How could she be what I was looking for? No one can love someone they have only just seen and never spoken to. It was ridiculous. I was about to say something, but stopped myself. I decided to ignore her. It was hard, the way she got up and swung her golden waves of hair back, before slyly looking to see if I had seen her. I made sure to look away, remembering the promise I made. This was not going to affect me. I was going to find a girl who I knew instinctively was the one for me. And this temptress was not the one.
Finally she left, slightly disappointed. I relaxed, pleased that I had kept my promise to myself.
Eventually the elevator had reached my destination. I got out, the cold concrete basement around me. I searched and saw my flashy green sports car.
The drive home was as lonely as ever. Nothing to look forward to at home. Just an empty penthouse.
Maybe I can find someone eventually. Someone who will make me the happiest man on Earth. I hope I can find her.
Parking the car, headed up to my top-floor penthouse. I dropped my car keys on the cabinet near the door and took off my jacket, throwing it across the leather sofa and walking over to the balcony window.
The view from here was quite good. I could see across the whole city, with all of the fluorescent lights and black buildings.
I know she's out there somewhere, but until I find her, I'll be a solitary man.
