A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! It really does make a big difference, and I hope to see more reviews in the future. And I thought it didn't make much sense since I'm titling these "chapters", I wanted to make it clear that these are not in a specific order. :3

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Chapter II


In Times of Distress

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So many drafts, too many misprints, unimportant details, ideas that didn't make sense and an over all writer's block halted her from doing very much. She sighed to herself, removing her reading glasses. She rested her elbow on the desk, laying her chin in her palm as she grudgingly looked over the mess. Out of habit, she chewed on the end of the seeing utensils.

Sakura was a part time author, ranging from short stories, kid books, poems and small novels. She was barely making half of what she wanted to, and always had hopes of getting a best-seller with her skills as a writer. She couldn't imagine going full time, though. Usually, best sellers were longer books. She didn't have enough time to focus on writing just one book that might not even make it. She wanted to help support her and husband, but how could she if all she did was work as a librarian and a small-time writer? Any other career choice would throw everything she's worked for off balance, so she had to stick to this, even if it was stressful.

Ideas didn't immediately come to great minds, she thought. She frowned. She tried to picture that applying to her. She knew she had it in her, the potential to be a great author. But, being a librarian and hacking at school to get her literature major didn't offer much time at all. (Why didn't she take the chance to finish college earlier?) She checked the clock, groaning as she saw the time. It was getting late and Syaoran would be home soon. She hadn't even started dinner.

She tossed her glasses down. The auburn haired woman pushed out of her chair, trying to organize the papers to at least get a better picture in her mind when she worried about getting out her next manuscript.

She clicked off the light switch as she stepped out of the room. She shivered as she noticed the thermostat. Seventy degrees. It was ridiculous for it to be so cold in here, especially during winter. She turned on the heater and increased the temperature. As she finished her exciting trek down the hallway and into the kitchen, she forced her mind off of her manuscript and peeked at what they had in the pantry. Just as she had pulled out a bag of rice, wondering what she could put with it, she heard the lock of the door being fiddled with.

The door opened, Sakura feeling a wave of guilt accompany the sound. She put down the bag of rice, already forming her apology. Footsteps sounded behind her. Before she was able to turn, a single arm wrapped around her waist. She felt his warmth rub off on her. His scent—musky and strong—immediately overcame her. He bended down, kissing her greetingly on her cheek. "Hey." he muttered. "What're you doing in here?"

At this, Sakura questioningly eyed him. "I was trying to get dinner." She explained.

He raised a single chocolate brow, lifting his arm and placing the now-seen bag onto the counter. "I thought you were going to work on your manuscript today. I got take-out…"

Sakura blinked, trying to recall when she'd told him that. She let it go, sighing with relief. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, getting up on her tippy toes. He let go of the bag, leaning down. Both their lips met gently. When they broke it, he chuckled lightly. "I was really hoping you wouldn't have made anything." He whispered against her lips.

"I'm glad I didn't. Thanks, Syaoran." He really took dinner off her shoulders, promising that'd she'd have more time to get back to writing.

"Anytime." He replied, standing back to his full height again. She smiled, helping him open the bag, the aroma of tempanyaki overcoming.

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Puzzled, Sakura scrolled over what little she had. Where was she going with this? She sighed, pushing up her glasses that were slipping off her nose. She couldn't write a novel on a dog. She had to get her mind out of the more juvenile section… yet, she knew someone she needed to stick with it.

She blindly inspected her surroundings, as if an idea was going to show up on the walls. Syaoran turned into the room, holding a pretty ugly stack of papers. The job of the chairman of Li Corp didn't get itself done. He quickly overlooked his wife, smirking lightly at how adorable she looked with her reading glasses on. She seemed troubled. He blinked, pulling up a chair next to her.

Sakura faintly smiled in return, shuffling around papers.

"How's it going?" He inquired naturally, placing his own work on the desk. He was glad they'd be able to work together in one room.

Her only response was a sigh. He leaned down onto the desk, fully looking her over. With his amber gaze on her, she immediately felt like collapsing onto the desk. She slid her emerald orbs over to him, his pools melting into her. His smile slowly faded, concern glinting in his eyes.

He pulled his chair closer to hers before sitting down in it. He placed his hand over hers, moving it softly to the side. She felt embarrassed as she smiled down at what she had; her one, measly sentence. "'It was too beautiful for one pair of eyes to see'?" He voiced what she had written. She looked back down at the paper as his gaze came upon her again. She nodded slightly.

He caressed her hand, slinging his arm behind her chair back. "It's very sweet." Sakura felt her cheeks warm up, cursing herself from blushing so easily. "But, what're you talking about?" She loved how he spoke so comfortably.

"That's the thing…" She fiddled with her pencil. "I don't know."

He slipped into his thoughts, tapping his finger lightly on the back of her hand. "What's beautiful that comes to mind?" He offered.

She laughed softly at what came to mind first. You, she wanted to say. He couldn't hear her thoughts, so he looked just the slightest bit confused. "Hm?"

She shook her head, leaning back in her chair. Syaoran wasn't an 'it.' She tried to think about a setting—a certain place—that could pass as truly beautiful. She sighed. Oh, this writer's block. Nothing had come to mind, yet she knew that was something out there she could use. Something could work, yet she just couldn't name anything. She sighed, thin brows furrowing in distress.

Syaoran frowned, her own feeling of complication rubbing off on him also. Almost helpless, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, causing her to relax a slight fraction.

"Do you remember where we went for our honeymoon?" He asked softly into her ear. The sensation and the memory of the trip sent pleasant shivers down her spine. She laughed faintly, the amazingly good time they had almost coming back to her.

"How could I forget?" She said, barely over a whisper. Then, it clicked. "Oh!" She suddenly jumped, causing him to flinch in surprise.

Ever-stretching canopies, gem-like ocean waters, and a hazel-honey drizzled sunset; all apart of a wonderfully beautiful setting—the coasts of Hawaii. It was surprising to figure out that Syaoran had booked such a mind-blowing honeymoon. Why hadn't she thought of it earlier? "Hooooeee! Thank you so much, Syaoran!"

He smiled uncontrollably as her arms pulled around his neck, her excitement clear in her own smile. He was captivated in a dangerously tight hug before she backed out, placing a delicate kiss on her lips.

"Anytime." He really would have spared every second of his life for her.

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A/N: Omg, it took longer to update than I thought. ._0 I was actually stuck on what Syaoran would suggest, just like Sakura. XD

Anywho, please review! (do my rhymes amuse you!?)

~Chilo