Note: Sorry it's taken such a long time for an update. I had a bunch of midterms, papers and tests and it was quite messy. If you're in university then I'm sure you understand. But let's get on with the fic, shall we?

Complicated

Complication One: Family

"Itai," Sakura murmured to herself. The stupid white stilettos she chose to wear were killing her. Although she did hate dressing up like a bit of a slut in her opinion, she did love shoes. Tomoyo always teased her for it, since she was otherwise pretty anti-fashion.

Said cousin was currently chatting up some blue haired freak with glasses. Why freak, might you ask? The answer was this: simply because he had the exact same evil smile as Tomoyo. Sakura felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of someone being as evil as her favorite second cousin.

Deciding to spare her feet some pain she knew she would be feeling tomorrow, she decided to go sit in one of the booths, still nursing her Swedish Berry. It was her favorite drink; it was pink after all. She kept an eye on Tomoyo while observing her surroundings from the booth, making note of the men that kept on sending unwanted flirtatious looks in her direction.

Unfortunately, she wasn't paying enough attention to her surroundings.

"Hey babe, how are you?" a tall tanned man with pale blue eyes and contrasting black hair asked. He had a bright white smile that exposed straight teeth, most likely due to torture that modern society called braces.

"Do I know you?" she asked, not really bothering to pay him any mind. Sure he was cute. He had a nice body, a nice face and she was pretty sure he just wanted to get into her pants. She inwardly snorted; like that would be happening.

"Not yet, but I'd really like to get to know you," he smiled, leaning in to bump her shoulders with his.

"Well, well, well, Taori," she heard a deep masculine voice tell the man who came to sit next to her, "it looks like you're still getting shot down by the ladies."

Sakura looked up to see who decided she couldn't handle herself and needed saving. Upon switching gazes from Tomoyo to the man before her, she felt herself flush.

He had the most gorgeous pair of amber eyes she had ever seen.

"So, do you come here a lot, Eriol-kun?" Tomoyo asked whilst twisting a piece of long grey hair around her slim pale finger.

"Not really. Syaoran and I like to go to a new bar, pub or club each weekend. It's rare we come to the same place more than once. But I think we're going to have to make this place a habit," he smiled charmingly at her, making her giggle.

"I would really like that. Maybe the four of us can go out to get dinner or something sometime. I'm sure it would be a lot of fun," Tomoyo told her coyly, batting her eyelashes.

"That sounds like a good idea. Maybe if we exchange phone n—"

"Sakura!" Tomoyo called for her cousin who she saw just punch not one, but two guys in the face. Leaving the confused Eriol behind, she shoved her way through the crowd to make it to Sakura.

Eriol followed the girl with his eyes, only to see that some woman had punched his own cousin in the face, and had left quite a mark. Laughing out loud, Eriol quickly made his way through the crowd. A woman that dared to challenge the great Li Syaoran (at this Eriol let out an indignant guffaw) was either going to kill him or get herself killed. Regardless, he wanted to be there to watch.

"Do you honestly think I'd just sit by and let you do as you please?" Sakura screeched at the top of her lungs.

"Sakura!" Tomoyo grabbed her cousin's arm upon reaching her. "What the hell is going on?"

"These two imbeciles were placing a bet on who could sleep with me first! Right in front of me, too! At least have some decency and do it behind my back!" Sakura cried pointing at one man on the floor and another cradling his nose before her.

"No," Tomoyo breathed, eyes wide as she stared at the two handsome men.

"Listen lady, this was totally unnecessary," the man with the amber eyes told her, pointing at his sore nose.

"You said you'd give him five thousand yen if he managed to get into my pants!" Sakura told him taking a step forward to which he took one back.

"Now, now, let's not get hasty," he held up his hands in defense. "Eriol! Help me out here, man!"

"You know this douche bag?" Tomoyo asked him incredulously, turning to the azure eyed man she was chatting up before.

"Unfortunately, this is the 'douche bag' I was telling you about," Eriol told her hesitantly with a sheepish look.

"This is your cousin and best friend?" Tomoyo asked with distaste.

"Ano, maybe?" Eriol chuckled hesitantly.

"Come on Sakura-chan, let's get going," Tomoyo grabbed her cousin's arm and stomped off.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" The man with the amber eyes pulled Sakura's arm as she was about to leave.

"Get your filthy hands off of me," Sakura growled in a low voice.

"Not until you apologize for what you did to my face!" Syaoran cried in indignation.

"Syaoran, I think you should do as she says," Eriol suggested his cousin.

"Dude, she's just a girl. Probably some spoiled brat that runs behind daddy whenever a situation comes up," Syaoran laughed whole heartedly, while Eriol's reaction was a mixture of laughter and tears.

Syaoran honestly had no idea what happened next. One minute, he knew he was laughing at the prissy little princess, the next he was kissing the floor.

"Man, I told you to do what she said," Eriol told his cousin from above.

"I-itai…"

"Sakura, what happened back there? You're usually so calm and collected," Tomoyo asked her best friend when she seemed much calmer as they head back to her place via the family limo.

"You know I hate men like them," Sakura told her slowly, leaning back in the seat and resting her eyes.

"What exactly do you mean, 'men like them'?" Tomoyo asked, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"Sexist men; men who think women are toys and objects to be played with. Men who think that just because we're the fairer sex that we can't do anything they can, if not better. I can't count with all my fingers how many men I've come across that are just like them," Sakura told her, with eyes still closed, enjoying the motion of the car.

"You're right; you have come across many men like them before. But I've never seen you lose it like that. So what makes them so different?" Tomoyo asked

"I couldn't care less about the one on the ground. That's why he got such a beat down," Sakura began, causing Tomoyo to giggle. "But the other one, I think your boy-toy said Syaoran was his name; there was just something about him…" Sakura trailed off

"Like what?" Tomoyo asked cautiously. She wasn't too sure if she wanted to know the answer. Her cousin was very controlled and calculative, it wasn't often she lost it like she did back at the club.

"I'm sure that regardless of what it was, I would have done anything he wanted me to." she replied, opening her bright emerald eyes and staring into Tomoyo's ashen amethysts who gaped at her in return.

"Sakura Nadeshiko Kinomoto, where have you been?" her father boomed as she quietly entered her home.

"I was out with Tomoyo, father," Sakura answered as she removed her shoes and replaced them with slippers.

"Until three o'clock in the morning?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes, father. I'm not the type of woman who whores herself around and sleeps with taken men, unlike some women you're familiar with. You have no reason to be concerned with me," Sakura told him scornfully while walking up the stairs.

"Sakura, she is to be my wife in a matter of months. You will treat her with the respect to which she is entitled," Fujitaka told his sole daughter.

"The mere fact that you knew exactly who I was talking about without saying her name shows that she is entitled to no respect from me," she told him spitefully, making her way to her bedroom.

"What has gotten into you Sakura? You're not usually like this," Fujitaka asked her incredulously.

"I'm sorry. It's been a long night, and some topics are just better left alone," Sakura murmured her apology.

"We'll leave it at that for now. But this is a topic that will need to be discussed in the future. In the mean while, I want you to meet someone. He's actually in your room waiting for you right now. I sent him there when you called Touya to say you would be home soon," he told her patiently.

"Hai," she replied. Sakura opened her bedroom door and nearly dropped to her knees filled with turmoil she had never felt before.

TBC