What is love?
Summary: Still in depression from her breakup with her boyfriend, Sakura meets Syaoran in unusual circumstances. Will love blossom between the 2 individuals who don't believe in love? SS, TE
Legend:
- words - refers to thoughts
We hope that you will enjoy this fan fiction that both of us have worked hard on. Thank you. R&R!Revised on 25/12/03. Minor revision only.
Disclaimer: We do not own CCS, CLAMP does...
Chapter 1 – The MeetingVarious thoughts ran through her head. Why did it have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? Unaware of her surroundings, Sakura walked on.
&---Flashback---&
"Cassie what are you doing here? Sakura's coming in anytime and she might see us!" A frantic voice cried.
"Don't be stupid Andy, we both know that Kinomoto is as dense as anything. Besides, once you get what you want from her, you can officially break up with that child." A womanly voice replied silencing the first one with a kiss.
" Ahh... Whatever you say... You know I love you more than anything else." Andy replied huskily.
Tears blurred Sakura's vision as she ran from the scene as fast as she could. She had been so blind! How could she have never seen the contact between them? How?! She didn't know how long nor far she ran, all she knew, was that she had to get away from them. Far, far away... She didn't hear a voice calling her back. Only a replay of the scene in her head, over and over again.
&---End of Flashback---&
A loud beep resounded in her ears waking her up from her daze. Two glowing headlights greeted her.
"Ah!!" She yelled fearfully.
She tried to move but her feet were stuck to the ground. She pulled hard yet couldn't move an inch. She shut her eyes tight and a gravel floor soon greeted her as she fell.
There was a loud screeching sound as a black racing car braked. A young tall bishounen man opened the car door and quickly went to her assistance.
Sakura felt faint, was this how dying was like? She liked it. No pain. Far less pain than reality. At least she could forget all about Andy and her...
"I do not want to become a murderer," a voice woke her up.
"Eh? I'm still alive?" Sakura opened her eyes in surprise and looked around only to see a tall man towering over her.
- He must be the driver... His hair is brown, could he be a foreigner? - Sakura wondered, staring at him.
"Are you injured?" The bishounen asked.
"I'm... Fine I guess." She replied, trying to get up but winced after a while.
"What's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"I guessed I must have scratched myself when I fell." Sakura replied, looking at the wound on her leg.
"Here, take my handkerchief and clean up your wound. Excuse me, I'm in a rush now. You really should pay more attention to your surroundings. If not, you might really get knocked down by a car the next time!" The bishounen said hurriedly as he entered his car and drove off.
"Ack, who on earth is that guy? Though he looks good, but he is mean! He didn't even say a word of sorry!" Sakura thought angrily. "But he lent me his handkerchief, so maybe he isn't that bad... I wonder if we will meet again." Sakura said aloud, thoughtfully.
Trying to pick herself up, Sakura tried to find a toilet to clean up her wound while thinking where she could go. She was definitely not going back there, where she'd see him!Yet,if she went back home with her eyes red, what would Naoko, her roommate, and best friend say? No. She couldn't face her questions now... She needed time alone.
&---&---&
After cleaning up her wound and bandaging it with that bishounen's handkerchief, she walked to a park bench and just sat there and spent her time thinking and trying to calm herself down.
She remembered all the good times they had shared... She decided then and there that he would be her first and last boyfriend. At the age of 22, many would have laughed at her for that statement but she felt despair only. Why be in a relationship if you're going only going to get hurt in the end?
She wanted to laugh at herself. She knew that this was atrocious. It wasn't like she was ugly, poor or uneducated. Though she wasn't that rich, she was a well-known beauty, had a nice figure, and had completed university. She was very sociable and many had grown to like her from the very minute that they saw her.
"So why doesn't he like me?" Sakura cried out, her emotions getting the better of her.
"No, I cannot cry. I will not cry for this man, he is not worth my tears. I have to be strong and move on. Love in the end will just end up hurting you. I guess I'll have to quit my job now. There's no way I'll be able to tolerate seeing him again." She took out her hand phone with trembling fingers and called her office to inform them that she was resigning. This was a big step for her.
- Now I have to find a new job! A secretary one like my former job would be good since I'm used to it. - Sakura thought as cheerfully as she could.
She went to a newsstand and bought a newspaper. Holding it in her hand, she went back to her apartment, planning to search for open positions there.
&---&---&
"I'm back! Naoko-chan!! Are you there?" Sakura tried to act cheerful, as if nothing had happened.
"Welcome back, Sakura-chan. Are we eating out or do you want to cook?" greeted Naoko with a smile. Naoko was a very recognized novelist.
"Let's cook, I do not really have the time to eat out." Sakura replied.
"Why? Did your company give you a lot of work to do again?" asked Naoko curiously.
"Well, no... Actually I just resigned. He cheated on me so we've broken up. I have decided to resign in order to avoid him, I don't think I can tolerate seeing him. And also I have decided to work as a secretary if I can find a vacancy, So I have to use some time tonight to look for a new job," Sakura replied in a sad tone at first, but soon regained her cheerfulness.
"What?! That fucking idiot Andy cheated on you!? How dare he treat you like that?! Sakura-chan, do you want me to help you to deal with him?!" Naoko shouted angrily. "How dare he do that to my best friend?!"
"Err, there isn't a need for that... Anyway I'm alright now," Sakura quickly replied, sweat dropping, as she knew how violent Naoko could be although she didn't look it.
"Well, Sakura-chan, let's forget about that idiot and cook our dinner okay? What do you want?" Naoko quickly changed the topic as she could sense Sakura's awkwardness towards the matter.
"Let's make pasta!" Sakura was back to her cheerful self again, though deep inside, she was still sad.
&---&---&
"Argh!! Why isn't there a single secretary job? It just isn't my day today." Sakura yelled, throwing the newspaper across the room while looking down at her knee. She had replaced the handkerchief with a proper bandage, and had washed it.
"I wonder if I will be able to return him his handkerchief," Sakura sighed.
- Naoko has a book to write, and Kero has gone over to Yukito's place to stay over for a while. It is so boring to be alone... -
"Sigh... I doubt I'll be able to find a job tonight. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow. Oh well, I'll just treat it as a break from my work." Sakura 'surrendered'.
&---&---&
Sakura woke up the next morning and remembered the day before but quickly put it to the back of her mind. Naoko had left a message for her saying that she was going to look for some inspiration for her latest book.
Sakura quickly got ready and dressed in casual clothing as she decided to go outside and browse. Maybe even find a few job opportunities while at it.
A mere street away from her house was an impressive gray building with countless windows. She walked past it intending to get a coffee or breakfast at the café near it when something caught her eye. Right at the door, she noticed a poster announcing a vacancy for a secretary.
Her eyes lit up as she hurriedly pushed open the door.
"I'll like to apply for the secretary position." Sakura motioned to the poster at the door and said in a pleasant manner to the woman at the counter.
The woman merely looked up and stopped applying her nail polish.
"Just take a number from the box there, interviews start later today. It's the last day to get a number. Starts at 10am and ends at 3pm. No entering later than 10am." She replied in a bored tone, not sounding the least bit interested.
"Right... Thank you." Sakura barely kept herself from rolling her eyes.
She took a number and her eyes almost popped out when she saw it.
"99!?" She exclaimed.
The woman at the desk merely gave her a sardonic smile and went back to admiring her nails.
Sakura gave a sigh and decided to go back home and prepare herself for the interview later.
&---&---&
"1!" A voice shouted. It was the woman who was at the counter earlier now looking extremely alert and perky.
A girl wearing a revealing short black dress stood up and walked into the room. On her face was a conceited look as she brushed past everyone else.
Sakura entered feeling awkward and left out. Out of all the applicants, she was the only one wearing something that reached past the knee, she was wearing jeans and a pink top which fitted her perfectly.
She wanted to gag as she looked at a woman in her 30s with a pimple on her nose who wore a practically transparent dress walk in behind her. She muffled her laughter, so as not to be rude. But it seemed that she was not the only one laughing, there were lots of others doing the same.
All the seats were taken and Sakura felt extremely self-conscious. She almost laughed out loud staring at the woman shouting the numbers. It was that woman at the desk earlier. Now sucking up to her boss.
- I should tell her boss about it later on, for the sake of the company's image - Sakura thought to herself.
She quickly took the seat of the 'pimple woman' and flipped through a magazine lying on the table next to her seat. Several hours passed yet they were still at it. She had last heard 71 before dozing off.
"99! 99! Where is 99?!" The woman called loudly.
"Huh?" Sakura opened her eyes and realized that it was her turn already. She quickly made her way to the office.
She knocked softly on the door, and quickly shook herself awake.
"Come in." A tired voice boomed from inside.
She took in a deep breath and prepared herself.
Sakura entered the room and barely stopped herself from gasping.
"Eriol?!"
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