I've decided, so many fics make Sakura and Syaoran the happy perfect couple. And no offense to those fics but I was looking for something a little different when I wrote this. Thus...they're the not so happy couple....But I guess you already figured that out didn't you...Anyway...

Escape

Chapter 1

Syaoran looked over at the brown haired, green eyed beauty beside him as she slept something he hadn't done in at least a year. He used to love watching Sakura sleep, the way she would give secret little half smiles, sigh contentedly, and curl up next to him. The way her hair would lay on the pillow and she would wrap her hand in its fluffy softness captivated him. But some where along the way Syaoran had lost the magic. What happened to it?

When did he stop feeling as if every moment spent with her was a treasure? Syaoran sat up and ran a hand through his sleep-mussed hair, and remembered. Forever Sakura was the only thing he thought about. In fourth grade she had confused him with her never ending kindness. But in fifth grade that same trait had delighted him. Then, when he left not a day passed when he didn't think of her, wonder about who she might have charmed that day, worry over who might have charmed her. Syaoran lived for the rare occasion to actually talk to her, even if he did have to do it over the phone with about a billion of his family members listening in. Upon returning, he found her exactly the same, utterly intoxicating. Even for the first few years since then, Sakura still managed to captivate him.

Looking around the room, Syaoran couldn't recall any of that desire to see her. So many hours of time with her and he couldn't pull up the excitement to even kiss her cheek. So much had changed in the last year. They moved in together, Tomoyo and Eriol got married, Sakura landed a major account. But all of that had not really changed anything for him. Not even Sakura moving in, she spent most of her free time there before the big move that it didn't affect much.

Pulling on a pair of pants, Syaoran tottered into the Kitchen, flipped the lights on, and grabbed some bread and peanut butter. Scarfing down the messy concoction (He cold hardly call it a sandwich, that implied more then two ingredients), he started scanning through yesterday's edition of the paper. In a desperate attempt to fall asleep, he read the personal columns. In Syaoran's opinion, the paper couldn't print a more pointless section. The things people looked for!

He sat down on one of the four stools at the breakfast bar and prepared for utter boredom.

But one ad caught his attention by it's sheer bizarreness: "If you like Pina Coladas, And getting caught in the rain, If you're not into yoga, If you have half a brain, If you like making love a midnight, In the dunes on the Cape, Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape."

Leaning back, Syaoran smiled. "Now that's a girl who knows how to have fun." He said to himself, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut the ad out.

Sakura stood before a huge building and took a deep breath. For only having graduated from collage two years ago, she had certainly done well for herself. During her first year at Artist Advertising she pulled in a major client and the owner of the whole company had taken her under his wing. Now she was one of the top executives and the envy of every young, aspiring business person.

Tomoyo had also done well for herself, having graduated early with a degree in fashion design. In less then a year, she put out her first line of clothing and almost every teenage girl had something from that line in her closet. But recently she had decided to change advertising companies. And Sakura had made a very lovely offer. Tomoyo had a meeting with the top executives to discuss possible slogans and commercials.

For that reason, Tomoyo stood in the foyer and witnessed the first act that undermined her belief in her perfect couple.

When Sakura wandered in, she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings, having entered the building over 2000 times before. And immediately she ran into the newest intern. He happened to be carrying a very large stack of papers and posters. They both flew in different directions and managed to cover the floor in a stream of papers.

Used to such occurrences, Sakura recovered first and extended a helping hand. "I'm so sorry!" She cried.

"Oh, that's alright." He grabbed her hand and stood up. "Are you another intern?"

Obviously a new intern, Tomoyo thought as she noticed his interest in her taken friend.

Carefully inspecting him, Sakura noticed his kind grey eyes, perfectly chiseled features, dark hair, and strong arms. He could pass for both Prince Charming and Knight in Shinning Armor. "Actually no, I'm Sakura Kinomoto." She flipped her hair over one shoulder casually.

"Holy Shit! You're the boss! My first day here and I've already knocked down the boss!" He panicked. "Please don't fire me! I'll make up for this!" And he immediately tried to pick up the papers, but fell down again and caused a bigger mess.

A snort of laughter erupted from Sakura, breaking the dam. Soon she could stand straight in her giggle wracked body. "Don't!" she waved her hand and recovered enough to speak. "Please don't, I ran into you/" The laughing twinkle never left her eyes. "Let me take you for a cup of coffee later; as payment for causing you so much trouble."

He nodded a little bewildered. But Tomoyo noticed it quickly disappeared and excitement clamored for control of his facial features, and she could understand why. Not many people got to meet a prodigy and a beautiful one at that.

"Good, then I'll meet you down here at ten, in two hours." Sakura skipped happily up to her office, blissfully unaware of the intern's shocked expression.

Oh, Tomoyo could understand his every action. But Sakura baffled her. Why would she ask him for coffee?

Rows and rows of numbers stared at Syaoran as he looked at the books. They all seemed to blur together to form a very large zero. Or was it a nine? He flipped the book upside down to better inspect the numbers. From this view they looked like fives.

Only three years as a tax accountant and he already felt bored with this too. It was the same every day, the same desk, same e-mails, same stupid puns tossed around the room, even the same numbers. The job didn't even pay well.

His eyes glazed over which caused the paper to look white while he considered his dependability. Then, considering his boredom he balked at the dependability.

Picking up his calculator, he thought about trying to work and then decided he needed a cup of coffee. After spending fifteen minuets in search of crème and successfully avoiding his boss, Syaoran once again sat down at his desk. He glanced at the various files on one corner of his desk and the tax law books next to them.

Quickly he switched on his computer and read the clock. "Only seven and a half hours to go." He whispered and opted to surface the net for updated tax laws.

Not paying any attention to his fingers, they did something very odd. When he looked at the number of sites found, there were seven thousand, four hundred and eight-nine. Last time he searched the net, just two days ago, there were only two thousand or so.

Checking the words he searched for, Syaoran read Clow Reed.

Why on earth, would there be seven thousand, four hundred, and eight-nine entries for Clow Reed. Syaoran decided to read them, one by one. Surely that would take a good part of his day.

"Eriol, have you noticed anything odd between Sakura and Syaoran?" Tomoyo asked.

Eriol flipped a page in the newspaper. "Nope, dear. Have you ever bothered to read the personal ads? Some of them are quite amusing, for example there's this girl—"

"You mean you haven't noticed it? Eriol, there is something most definitely wrong between those two!" She began her rant and Eriol settled down. "Sakura ran into this intern the other day and asked him out for coffee. She asked him for a date! It can't get any more obvious that they're having problems! We have to do something!"

He flipped another page and grunted something non-committal. "Sure dear."

Tomoyo snatched the paper from his hand. "Did you even hear a word I said?"

"Sometimes, Tomoyo, people go out for coffee with other people as friends. It doesn't mean she's having problems with Syaoran."

"You don't get it!" Tomoyo exclaimed. "You didn't see the way she looked at this guy. It was like she wanted him!" She insisted in a horrified tone.

Exasperated, Eriol pushed his wife into the nearest chair. "Listen Tomoyo, even if Sakura wanted this intern, it's not our business. She and Syaoran have to handle their relationship; we can't get involved."

"But Eriol! What if they break up? What if—"

"Tomoyo! Sometimes people just fall out of love. It's cruel to try and make them stay together."

But Tomoyo wasn't listening to a word he said. Her thoughts dwelled only on the possibility that her favorite couple just might not remain that way.

I'm taking a poll, how many of you agreed with Tomoyo and how many of you think Eriol has a point. Oh! and then how many of you think Sakura and Syaoran will just work it out themselves?????? Tell me!!!