Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or any songs I mention!

Author: Alleycat

Story: Purely Coincidental

She was a free spirit and he a successful business man. She didn't care for love and he didn't have the time for it. Two strangers meet in an empty movie theater and nothing is ever the same.

Author's Note: So I could not get this story out of my head. And I am going to be honest and say that all I know of CCS is from some stories on here (which are ah-mazing!). Also, I know it is set in Japan but I do not know enough about the storyline to be able to get away with it placing it there. I am not trying to be insulting but I feel like if I attempted to it would be more so anyway. So this is in a no name place that exists in my mind.

So please give this a try, as horrible and painful as it might be for you!

Chapter 1

"People say we've got it made,

Don't they know we're so afraid?"

~John Lennon, "Isolation"

Sakura peered at movie poster, never having heard of it before. It looked interesting enough and she was sure it was a romance. Before she could question it, she went up to the counter and ordered one ticket.

The teenage girl at the counter popped her gum annoyingly. "Eight dollars," She said in a monotone, not even bothering to glance at Sakura.

"Thank you," Sakura replied kindly and took the offered ticket. She put her change back in her purse and clasped it shut. She walked inside and smiled at how empty the lobby was. It was exactly as she had hoped.

"Your ticket miss," Another droning voice asked, knocking her out of her reverie.

She squeaked before handing it to him and smiled brightly when it was returned.

The teenager's face flushed when he noticed how pretty the patron was except she was already walking away.

Sakura just continued to take in the posters of upcoming new releases as she walked to the movie theater. She opened the door and it released light into the dark room with uninteresting previews showing. It illuminated the empty seats and Sakura grinned as she chose the perfect seat. She never got to pick the good seat. She always let someone else pick, not that it mattered that much.

But that was what today was about, Sakura needed some alone time.

She plopped down in the middlest seat in the theater. She knew she only had a couple minutes before the important trailers showed so she dug her pink phone out of her handbag. It seemed in the twenty minutes it had taken to arrive at the theater and get a ticket, she had accumulated three missed calls and four texts. Without even the slightest curiosity of who it was from, Sakura held down the off button before throwing it carelessly in her purse.

Now that she was alone in a dark theater listening to a new show that was going to premiere soon, she began to get a little scared. It was a bit creepy, all by herself.

The door opened and she resisted the urge to scream. She shrunk in her seat and turned to see who it was (a ghost wouldn't have to open the door right?). It was definitely a man but other than that the bright light destroyed her chance at getting any distinct features.

The previews started then and she turned her attention to the screen.

80 minutes later she was crying. It was the subtle type of crying, not the annoying hysterical sobs that would distract the only other person in the theater. She began to dig in her purse for a tissue when a green handkerchief appeared in her face.

She looked up to see a man holding it.

He was devastatingly handsome. He was scowling but for some reason it only made him more attractive. He had dark brown hair that was slicked back. His eyes held the same richness of browns that his hair did. He was wearing a dark blue suit that looked more expensive than a year's rent at her apartment complex.

He interrupted her examination by shaking the green handkerchief as if to remind her it was still there.

"Thank you," She muttered and grabbed the silk handkerchief. She could tell it was expensive by how smooth it felt.

He walked away without any acknowledgment and out of the theater.

She shrugged off the obvious dismissal and continued to pay attention to the movie. When the movie was finally over (she absolutely loved it!) and the lights came on, she noticed a name was expertly sewn into the handkerchief she was still grasping.

Syaoran Li.

"It looks really expensive, doesn't it?" Sakura asked as she dug the handkerchief out of her purse.

Tomoyo gasped loudly and grabbed the article of out Sakura's hands, her hands trembling. "This is not just expensive, this is one of a kind! It looks like a Ricco Ragazzo original!"

Sakura was telling Tomoyo about the mysterious man in the movie theater the next morning over breakfast. Last night when Sakura finally meandered back to their apartment and turned on her phone, Tomoyo was fast asleep. As punishment for ignoring her, Tomoyo woke up Sakura up an hour earlier than she needed. She provided pastry and coffee from a new bakery that they had been dying to try, so most was forgiven.

"What's a Ricco Ragazzo?" Sakura said between sips of her caramel latte.

Tomoyo sent her best friend a disbelieving look over their kitchen table. "It's only one of the most notorious designers! Everything is one-of-a-kind and that's partially why he's in such demand."

"Either Syaoran Li is filthy rich or someone must love him very much," She muttered between bites of her strawberry pastry.

Tomoyo froze, her eyes wide. "What did you say?"

Sakura shot her friend a confused glance. "That someone-"

"No," Tomoyo interrupted impatiently, waving her hand to go back. "Who did you say?"

Sakura had to think for a moment, "Syaoran Li?"

Tomoyo's eyebrows shot up so high that even if she didn't have bangs you couldn't see them. "Syaoran Li gave this to you?" She said slowly.

"Well it has his name right here," Sakura pointed with her free hand to the engraving. She looked closely at her friend. "Do you know him?"

Tomoyo wanted to laugh but it would ruin her plan. "No," She shrugged innocently and placing the handkerchief delicately on the table. "But you should really return this. Who knows how much it is worth?"

"That's what I was thinking," Sakura said naively, not noticing Tomoyo's scheming eyes. "But how would I even find him?"

"I'll look into it and text you an address." She stood up and began gathering their thrash. "You can go over after your last class today."

Sakura agreed and kept munching happily on the pastry.

"But if you want to be on time you'd better start getting ready." She warned her.

And then the morning, like most mornings, became a race for Sakura to beat the clock.

The next chapter, if anyone cares to read it (which I am hoping you are), will be longer. Please review and let me know if I should give up or not.

Alleycat