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Note: erm I know I said I could update faster, but yea kept going out to celebrate(: Ok, just remember I will update every five days.

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Hinata's POV

I just called him.

My fiancé. Or should I say the man my father wants me to marry.

And I hate to say this, but he sounds hot, even if he was stuttering. Yeah, he should be stuttering. Does he have any idea who I am and how much trouble I went through in order to contact him? He should be honored that someone like me actually went to a filthy payphone to talk to him.

But the worst thing was that I had to ask my sister, of all people in the world, to help me distract my father, so that I could get into his room. Then, after searching his room for half an hour, I finally found out where my father hid the contacts which were more important.

He hid it in porno magazines.

Thus, I had to look through so many…degrading things to find his number.

The horror I had to go through.

Back to the point, I called him and asked him out to lunch. It was quite far away from my house, which meant that I should have asked my chauffeur to drive me there. Being the idiot that I am, I decided to ride my bicycle there. I was afraid that my chauffeur would tell my father about the trip, but after the ride to see him, I was sweaty, messy and famished, thus, appeared unsophisticated.

And Hinata Hyuuga never appears to be unsophisticated. I may stutter a bit, but I still look good.

It was still around thirty minutes to the lunch outing (I refuse to call it a date), so, I went to a nearby toilet –yes they call it toilet, instead of respectable restrooms- to freshen up.

And I managed to catch a bit of gossip. This teen near me, bout my age with dark, raven black hair, was on the phone. Or at least she was trying to get through to someone. She was muttering "Pick up, pick up dammit. Doesn't she care that the damning love of her life is meeting another girl?" and "Shit, is she having a stupid hangover?" over and over.

Then, just like that, she practically started sprinting away. That girl could run.

When there was nothing else I could do to make myself look better, I went out and looked for the café. I looked for a seat and sat down in the best possible way I could show off my assets. Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid, but that's what my father trained me to do. Besides, now I could put some of the info I found out from those magazines to good use.

So now, all I had to do was wait.

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Tomoyo's POV

Argh. How does Sakura manage to look her clothes and accessories in this… pig sty?

God her room, could it even pass off as a human habitat? There were beer bottles strewn on the floor and broken photo frames. The bed looked horrifying. I don't know how to actually describe it. The walls of the room were supposed to be a delightful yellow, but now they were slashed with bold, ugly red strokes, and paint tins were tipped over, allowing paint to run all over the place.

That's when it struck me that she managed to do all this in one single day.

Who knew that she would take it so hard?

I cleaned up her room a bit and realized that luckily, she had only destroyed her room, not her closet, so I took out some clothes for her and laid it out on the couch in her walk in wardrobe. I looked for some matching accessories and placed them on the "table", which was the only surface available in the room.

When she came out of her bath, which only took about ten minutes, she still looked rather…unstable.

Mentally unstable.

So, I sat her down at the dressing table and changed her usual "come and play with me" face to a more "don't mess with me" look. She still looked stunning, but it unnerved me to see her this way.

As she put on her clothes and stuff, I decided to give her a prep talk.

"Sakura, look at me."

She stubbornly refused.

"Sakura. Look. At. Me."

She did, her tears on the verge of spilling over.

Shit, I couldn't let her cry! She barely cried, but when she did, she never stopped.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay. In about fifteen minutes, we are going to meet this bitch who is going to marry your precious guy. You gotta be strong girl! If you break down in front of her, she'll start barking out her victory. So, you have to act cold, but at the same time polite. We still don't know much of why Syaoran is marrying her, but we aren't going to let her do that, you hear me?"

I watched as my best friend let those tears slip while regaining her confidence and at the same time, her sanity.

When she was finally ready, we went downstairs and started to put on our shoes. I thought I was able to avoid it.

But she asked me the question I had been dreading.

"What if…what if Syaoran like, holds her hand or pulls out her chair, instead of mine? What if he really, you know…likes her? How could I stand it?" Sakura asked, timidly, softly, as if she was asking a rhetorical question.

I knew the question was really meant for me to assure her, but I pretended I didn't hear her and just walked out through the door.

Because I didn't know how to answer.

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Syaoran's POV

Oh, was the first thought I had when I looked at her records on the police network.

She really is hot.

But that was not the point. I just realized she is the daughter of the biggest businessman in the world, but she is unable to find a good suitor, and the reason The Hyuuga used was that his child neither had brains nor brawns?

WHAT RUBBISH.

Hinata is hot, and according to the report I read, is an extremely bright and over talented girl. She, at the age of 10, had acquired a diploma in teaching piano, and invented a calculator which was highly sought over in the United States. And, now, she is a part time model who works with Heidi Plum and Syra Banks!

Hell, did her father hold some grudge against me? Why was I the one that he picked out? There's something suspicious going on, and I want to find out what it is.

Then I look at my watch.

Aww, crap, I'm going to be late for the lunch…thing (there's no way I'll call it a date). And I invited Eriol along.

Man, I must have had some brain damage when I invited him, all of the people in the world. When I went to his house for some comfort last night, he literally chased me away, using a sad doggy movie, where in the end the dog dies. I fell for it but after thirty minutes, I got it and got angry all over again.

I packed some important stuff into my pockets and set off.

As I am walking there, I think back on what I said to Eriol, and something was nagging at the back of my mind, like I had said something wrong.

I stopped at the line, "You can come along if you want. I mean, the more the merrier, right?"

SHIT.

Although what I meant was that Eriol could come along, but I had just unwittingly invited Tomoyo and Sakura!

No wonder he didn't call me back.

Why the hell did I say, "the more the merrier"? I barely use any puns or whatever sort of lame sayings. And in this case, that was so wrong!

Oh, god, this lunch thing is going to be worse than what I thought.

What with Eriol there making me look bad, and Sakura, sweet sakura, there with my fiancée…

Hell, I'm doomed.

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Sakura's POV

I'm a bit confused.

Thirty minutes ago, I was in my house moping and having a hangover. Then Tomoyo rings the hell out of my doorbell and I let her in.

She tells me all about the lunch date with him and his fiancée that is about to take place now.

And, after she helps me get ready, I have to listen to her prep talk. Let's just say she knows how to make someone feel better.

Then, here I am, sitting in a taxi to go to the café, to meet the fiancée that even Syaoran himself has never seen.

What am I supposed to be feeling now?

All I feel is a numbness and some nervousness, which is what Syaoran should be feeling, not me.

I wonder if she's hot? Hotter than me? More capable than me? More charismatic? More…everything?

I could feel Tomoyo's eyes on me, and she rolled her eyes saying, "Sakura, pull yourself together! I know you think she might be better than you in everything, but no one, absolutely no one, can take away your sunshine. You're like usually the most irritating optimistic person in times of crisis. So what has gotten you down? I mean, you don't even know if Syaoran actually likes her!"

That's right. Syaoran might not like her! Buck up, Sakura. You still have a chance.

The taxi stops, and my newly found confidence deflates a little. But it inflated again when Tomoyo said to the driver, "Here. Keep the change. We've got a bitch to beat and a guy to win."

Then, while flashing a reassuring smile at me, she pulled me out of the taxi.

Did I even deserve such an inspirational friend like her?

At the corner of my eye, I saw Eriol waving to us from a table, so I spun around and grabbed Tomoyo's hand and led her to the table.

For some reason, he had chosen to sit with another teen dressed in a chic office slash casual attire.

The gorgeous girl with an hour glass figure and silky blueish black cropped hair looked at us curiously and asked, "He..Hello, may I as…ask why all of you are? I am waiting for…someone."

While Tomoyo and I were at a loss for words, Eriol spoke up immediately.

"Oh we are waiting for the very same person you are waiting for. He has a lot of explaining to do."

And that's when I almost fainted.

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Eriol's POV

Poor Sakura. I mean, she totally didn't deserve this.

But Syaoran did, which is why I took his "more the merrier" saying very seriously, and invited those two.

Even Tomoyo looked shaken when she realized we were sitting with the fiancée.

But Sakura looked as though she would have dropped to her knees if she wasn't already sitting. I could practically see her thought bubble: Shit she's so goddamn hot.

I am starting to regret doing this.

Eh? I can feel a silent, frightening, murderous intent coming up the street, even as I'm making small talk with Hinata. It's coming nearer and nearer…

I stand up and start to excuse myself when The Murderous Intent, aka Syaoran, arrives and pushes me back into my seat, saying, "Sorry I'm late, Hinata. Oh hi Sakura and Tomoyo, I had no idea you would be coming. Was it my good friend here who invited you two?"

The girls nodded dumbly while Syaoran, who was smiling, seemed to be giving me a nice pat on the shoulder, when in actual fact he was gripping it so hard, I thought it would break.

Since there were no more chairs at this table, he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and barked, "DO YOU NEED THIS CHAIR? OK THANKS!" without waiting for an answer.

The poor guy was flabbergasted with his rudeness and promptly got up to leave, and Syaoran slammed the chair down near our table, and (finally) took a seat.

Well, being too shocked to speak myself, it was all up to Hinata to start the ball rolling now. As though she was a magnet, all eyes focused on her and the very first words were, "Lo…look. I don't want you to be…be my fiancé as much as you…you don't want me to be your fiancée…"

At this, everyone nodded, including myself. Her voice was just so…persuasive.

"And I don't under…understand why on earth would my…my father want me to marry you. I've never seen…you before."

Syaoran spoke up, "yeah, I don't understand it too. Can you just go back and tell him you hate me and will never marry me?"

"You do not understand! I…I am just his puppet. And in this sick game of his, so…so are you," Hinata said, combing her smooth hair with her fingers, and added, "I do not know what he wishes to achieve by playing this…game, but I need your he…help."

This is interesting. So her father controls her life and can use both her and Syaoran as pawns?

"I know you already like someone here. Sorry to tell you this, but it's very obvious. If you tell my fa…father that you have done it with he…her, there is a good chance that he'll call off this marriage im…immediately."

Syaoran's jaw dropped and he yelled, "You want me to tell him…what?!"

And it is at this very moment where Naruto bounces to our table crying, "HEY! LOOK WHO'S HERE! Can I join you guys? Wow, and who is that hot lady there?"

Everyone looks at him, their expression filled with loathe and irritation.

Wait, is Hinata actually blushing? I swear I just saw her face turn pink.

Then she cleared her throat and got up, catching everyone's attention all over again.

Staring at Syaoran, she murmured, "I had wi…wished for a private discussion with you, but you chose to invite what…five people? I have said my piece; tell me your answer over…over the phone."

She left, sashaying her way out, while Naruto hopped into her seat and babbled on about what to eat for lunch, not noticing that we were all glaring at him.

What will Syaoran say? How does Sakura feel? And what will Eriol do with all these secrets? Ooh ooh.

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Ending note: I hope this chapter is okay. I know that perhaps the lunch was a bit too fast, but it will be sort of 'retold' in the other characters view. R&R please!