Biosphere

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not belong to me nor do any of the characters within. The plot however is mine though it was inspired by something I learnt in Science. Hmmm, I actually learned something… in science.

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Chapter 2

Okay, I'm sitting at a small round table, the nice hardwood kind but that's beside the point. I'm talking to a bunch of nosy scientists who attempted to look nice for my congratulatory party. There are dozens of distinguished (bleh) people here and a large and obnoxious banner that reads: CONGRATULATIONS ON PROJECT BIOSPHERE

Meh, so it's not as bad as I thought it would be. There are some good people, some good champagne, some pretty decorations, some good champagne, some good music, some good champagne… yah, I'm basically planning on getting carried out of here.

Anyway, here I am, listening to some pompous man talk about the good old days where we didn't have the technology so you had to actually be talented, cough Ass-hole cough, when some creeper walks through the door.

Well, I think he's a creeper. The rest of these idiots are all distracted by the nice suit and the pretty looks but I've been fooled before and I won't fall for it twice. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…well, you know.

Anyway, the arse-hole automatically picks me out of the crowd and makes his was over while my eyes are darting around for the nearest exit, which he is blocking…arse.

"Hello Sakura, how are you?"

"I'm sorry, I've suddenly become def."

"Funny."

"Ya, I thought so." He is such an arse.

Really, the day Eriol Hirigizawa was kicked out of our apartment I thought that it would be the last time I saw his smarmy head but nooooo, I couldn't be so lucky, and now he's here, acting like the queen of Sheba (emphasis on queen).

If Tomoyo were to show up now, we would have a really really really reaaaaaaaaaaaallly big problemo.

But as we all know, the second that something becomes slightly inconvenient for us, another thing happens to put us at an even greater disadvantage therefore…

Enter Tomoyo.

Oh wow. I don't think I've ever seen my best friend so angry. Well, other then the time she first realized that Eriol Hirigizawa was a major hustler and then kicked him out on his ass. (Snicker) I can still remember the look on his face as dinosaur Tomoyo through his suitcase in to the street and proceeded to give him a black eye. Oh the good old days.

"What is he doing here?"

Hmmm, good question.

"He had no right showing up there!"

How long will this last? She's been ranting and raving for at least forty-five minutes and it's driving me insane.

"I know honey. He's an ass-hole."

See, no one can say I'm not a sympathetic friend. I suppose you'd like to hear some behind the scenes info on Tomo and Eriol but the truth is this; I don't even know the whole story. Apparently it's too hard for her to talk about. This is understandable seeing as she had fallen in love with him.

What I do know is way too confusing to put together. I suppose we can start with how we met Eriol. Tomoyo was working on her clothing line (I know! It's super insane to have a BFF who can dress you up like a doll…literally) and she was looking for someone who could help represent her.

Enter Eriol. That's what he does. He's an agent or something like that and he makes people look good so they can get good publicity and all that jazz. Anyway, she hires him and the next thing I know; he's asking her out to dinner aaaand we all know what happens next…She's PREGNANT!

Nah, just kidding…

For the next couple of months they looked like a perfectly happy little couple until one night, it's three am in the morning and she's kicking his ass out on to the curb screaming out obscenities and waking up the neighbours.

The only thing she ever told me was that the bastard had used her. Ok, I'm not going to lie to myself, I'm kind of glad he's back. At least now I can find out what the hell he did and then maybe, if I'm lucky, I can kick his ass too.

"What did he want Sakura?"

"Huh?"

"Stop zoning out and pay attention! What did that jerk want from you?"

Uh oh. This was not going to be pretty.

"Umm, well, he, I, ok, don't freak out…"

Maybe if I push it all out at top speed then she won't hear me. And if I run she can't catch up. Ohhhh, yay me, I have a plan.

"OK, HeaskedmeifIhadanyonefundingtheprojectandwhenisaidnohetoldmehewaswillingtocoughupsixmillionbucksifiputaclientinthedome……I said yes!!!!!"

Run now! Oh my god, why aren't I moving. Move feet MOVE! Oh god. It's the guilt. Why was I born with a conscience? Why?

"Ok Sakura, I need you to repeat all of that in English…wait, why are you hyperventilating? Oh my god what did you do???"

Hey look, my feet are moving. Shit she's chasing me. Small apartment, Small apartment. Where can I hi—OOF.

"Oww, where did you learn to tackle like that?"

Ok, sooo not good. You know, I've never been straddled by a woman and I don't think I like it very much. In fact, I rather hate it. Well, I'm a dead woman. Goodbye cruel world!

"Ok, just stop giving me the evil stare…Eriol told me he would donate six million dollars to project biosphere- six million!- if I put one of his clients in the sphere with me. I know it wasn't the smartest idea but money is an issue and I thought it was an ok deal so please please please don't hate me forever and whoa I need to breath!"

Hey, I'm still alive! It's a miracle! Hey wait, why is Tomo crying?

"I'm so sorry Moyo, if I knew it would upset you this much then I wouldn't have made the deal. Please don't cry... I'll break the deal off."

"You don't have to…I just don't know if I can handle seeing him again… He used me."

"Ok, you keep saying that but I have no idea what it means."

"Me either."

"Ok, your weird. And probably a little tired and upset. I get it, really, I do. Let's have some coco and we'll watch a movie. Tomorrow I have a meeting with Eriol and his client and believe me, I won't be pleasant, I promise."

"Shit, I'm late!" So get this, I'm stuck in traffic. Go figure right? Next time I'm leaving the house two hours early just so I get there relatively on time. I suck.

Woot woot, we're moving, do the happy dance, oh ya!

Ok, so I probably shouldn't get another speeding ticket but hey! It's pretty rude to be late for a meeting with a guy who's about to give me six million bucks. Not that I'm going to be pleasant when I get there but it would have been nice to be in my own office and ready to intimidate them when they got there.

Great, there's a huge line up of cars waiting to get into my building. Maybe if I slip around back Bernie will let me in through the fire escape.

"Hey Bernie! Come on Bernie, I'm late! Open up!"

"Well hello there Miss Sakura. What on earth are you doing back here?"

"The line up at the front is way too long and im supposed to be in the middle of a meeting."

"Well, I'm not suppos--"

"Please?"

"Okay, come on in Miss Sakura. If we hurry then I can clear a path in the main entrance for you to get the elevator right away."

"Thanks Bernie, you're a life saver."

I love sweet old men. Not in a gross way…eww, but in a grandfather kind of way. Old people rock. Holy crap, there's so many people here. Where did everyone come from?

So I get in the elevator after cutting in front of about twenty other people and you can not believe the amount of angry stares I'm receiving right now. There's about…well, twenty of them.

Anyway, back to the time and place at hand, I'm in the elevator, almost forty-five minutes late and there's still some room for a couple of more people. Just as the doors a closing, some gorgeous guy, brown hair-brown eyes-amazing body-you know the type, sticks his hand in and squeezes his way through. We're all packed in like a can of sardines now and I can feel him breathing hot air onto the top of my head. He's tall.

And he's not the only one breathing on me. Some pervy guy who smells like alcohol is staring at me and edging even closer. Just as he's about to push himself right up against me, the cute guy behind me taps me on the shoulder.

"Mind if we switch places? I need to be near the front, I'm feeling claustrophobic."

Yes! Saved from the alcoholic at the last second by a night in…a business suit.

"Well, what do you know; I was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic myself. No problem."

So we switch place and the creepy alcoholic moves back. Whew, personal space… which is pretty hard to get considering we're stuffed on an elevator where every person seems to be talking in a loud voice on a cell-phone.

"So, what are you here for?"

Jasus, he's talking to me again. What do I say? Well, it's not brain surgery Sakura, answer the question!

"I work here. I'm over half an hour late for a meeting with some sick bastard and his prick of a client."

"Pity."

"Isn't it just? My name Sakura by the way. Sakura Kinimoto."

"As in the Sakura Kinimoto the great mind behind project biosphere?"

Am I blushing? That would be embarrassing.

"I suppose I am."

Did I just giggle like a little school girl? Dude, I suck.

"Oh well then, it's nice to meet you. I'm Syaoran Li… the prick of a client."

And of course we now have the elevator doors open and everyone filing out. Why do I always stick my big foot in my even bigger mouth? Before I even realize it, im standing there by myself and the doors are about to close.

Where did Li go? Okay, I have to get to that meeting. Rushing down the two hallways it takes to get to my office I realize something else; now I have to apologize. Not just because I'm rude, but because he is overly cute. Like that kind of hotness is just unheard of. It really shouldn't be allowed.

I burst in the door, slightly out of breath and take a seat behind my desk.

"Okay Gladys, send in Hirigizawa."

Holy crap, the mirror beside my desk is telling me I need to do something about my hair. Brushing it out with my fingers, I quickly fix a smudge of eyeliner with the tip of my finger and try to arrange myself properly before they come in.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

"Well, Miss Kinimoto, so glad you could finally make it. My client and I have been waiting quite a while. He'll be in any minute; he's just using the washroom."

"Cut the crap Eriol, I just saw your client in the elevator."

AHA! Take that one Hirigizawa! Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Oh look who it is…

"Ok Sakura, you win. Syaoran Li, meet Sakura Kinimoto, the director of project Biosphere."

"We've met."

He has such a deep husky voice. Oh crap, I'm staring. Is he laughing at me? I do not like to be smirked at thank you very much!

"Yes, your client led me to believe he was someone else."

"Don't blame me for your big mouth."

"I do not have a big mouth!"

"Whatever, this isn't kindergarten so why don't we have a seat and you can pitch."

Did he just cut me off? Was that a shut down? And no he did not just call me childish. I don't care how good looking he is, he's an arrogant prick. No wonder he hangs out with Hirigizawa.

"Well, let's get one thing straight, I don' pitch."

"Okay Sakura, let's get down to business. We need the publicity and you need the money. We want to attract a wider range of viewers and so do you. We have common goals and interests and Li will stay out of your way while you do…well, what ever it is that you do."

"I have nothing in common with you or your client Hirigizawa but I've already decided to put him in my dome. You're right, I need the money but I don't give a shit about your publicity stunt. There will be cameras all over the dome and only two of them will follow your client, are we clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good. One last thing, there's something I want to know…Why does Tomoyo hate you?

"That's between me and her…have a good day Sakura."

Hey, did he look upset? Nah, he's a bastard.

That went surprisingly well I guess. I have six million bucks and I only have to put up with Sergeant dick-head for a year. Oh my god, a whole year? What was I thinking? I am so screwed. Why does he have to be so good-looking. Damnable actors and there damnable good looks. Damn them all to hell…

Well, except for Heath Ledger, he can stay, but only if he signs a contract to be my personal sex slave… Ewww, dirty thoughts… Stop Thinking!

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