Business Arrangement
Written by Dknight02
E-mail: D_Knight02@hotmail.com
AIM: xDani029x
A/N: This is an A/U fic of CCS. Read and review, please. No flames.
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS but the story is mine.
***
"Would you stop staring at me like I'm a freak?" Sakura squirmed uncomfortably.
He glanced at the mirror again. "If you could sit still and stop moving! Why are you sitting in the back anyways? I asked you to sit in the front, but it seems someone thought they were too good to sit in the front seat. What am I now? Your chauffeur?" he said sarcastically.
'I'm not going to say anything. I'll just give the bastard the silent treatment,' she gloated, 'Sometimes, I'm too good.'
"Hello? Are you going to answer me or do I need to pull over to check if you're still there?" Syaoran asked with a look of irritation.
She still said nothing. True to his words, he pulled the car over next to the curb. He got out of the driver's seat and went to the back of the car.
"Open AH," he commanded. She shook her head indicating 'no'. "Why do I even bother?" he muttered. She gave a smug grin in return and shrugged her shoulders.
Syaoran leaned closer until her back was against the side door. Sakura tried to push away from him but he was persistent with her. Her sweater hiked up and his arm brushed her exposed stomach slightly. The touch caused her to stifle a giggle.
His eyes twinkled in amusement. "Well, what do we have here? Is someone ticklish?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
She shook her head 'no' violently. He reached over and ran his hands over her stomach. Sakura's shoulders shook, trying to seal her laughter.
'His hands are soft, that's something I never thought I would notice,' the thought fled as he continued tickling her.
"Are you going to talk to me now?" he asked. She didn't answer him. He leaned on top of her and tickled her until she busted out laughing.
"L-Li-k-kun! St-stop! I c-can't br-breathe!" she gasped, "It-it's not fun-funny!"
She caught her breath as she saw what position they were in. Her legs were caught in between his and her arms were pinned by his arms. He smirked and let go of her arms. A strand of his chestnut hair covered his eyes. She reached over to brush it out of his eyes. Syaoran came closer until their faces were right in front of each other. Inches away from each other, a lingering force seemed to have lulled them closer. Sakura's eyes slowly closed and.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Someone was at the passenger window. "Excuse me, but I believe this is the incorrect place for doing those sort of intimate things," a burley officer said.
Sakura pushed Syaoran off her and tried to explain. "We weren't doing anything wrong, officer!" she said quickly.
He gave a cheeky grin and replied, "By all means, but the evidence is still there."
Syaoran looked at Sakura. Her face was flushed a great deal and her sweater was hiked to her stomach still. The waistband of her jeans was lower than necessary.
She slapped herself on the forehead. "This has got to be a bad joke someone is playing on me. I know this doesn't look right! He was just tickling me and I am really ticklish so he wouldn't stop and-
The officer raised one of his eyebrows. "He was 'just' tickling you? Are you sure that's all of it?"
Syaoran decided it was time to step in. "She's my fiancee, sir. We wouldn't do anything out in the open like this. That's for the honeymoon," he mentioned wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"All right, then. No more abominable hokey-pokey around here. This is your last warning to whatever you were doing. Ah, I don't even want to know! I'm off to the donut shop now. It's my break anyways," the officer noted and zoomed off on his motorcycle.
"Ugh! I can't believe that actually happened!" Sakura groaned.
He gave a half smile and said, "See? That's what you get for not sitting in the front when I asked you to!"
She rolled her eyes at what he said. "Let's just go. I'll sit in the front this time, smart ass."
They got back into the car and drove to his-their house. He got out of car to open the door for her.
"Ladies first," he said, bowing. She gave a little smile and walked onto the porch of the house.
"Your house is enormous!" she exclaimed, "The structure is beautifully sculpted!" She ran her fingers along the delicate white columns. The house was beautiful. Absolutely wonderful. The house stood out among others. 'High and mighty, almost like Li himsef.'
"Glad you like it, I designed it myself with a couple of other people," he said proudly. "Care for a tour?" He stuck out his elbow. She gave a little curtsy with a giggle and wove her arm through his.
'What am I going to do? First he's down right rude, and now he's being friendly again. I swear he's on PMS or something!' she thought.
***
Day turned into night quickly. "Do you think they'll be all right, Dad?" Touya asked, reaching over for more peanuts.
"Truthfully, I am not sure either. It all depends on Sakura and Syaoran now. When they marry, our companies will merge together. I believe their company can pick up their pieces and shine again. Sakura is very hotheaded. You know that," Fujitaka murmured.
"How'd you even get to this point of marrying her off?" his son asked curiously.
It was Yelan who answered his question. "When we were younger, around you age, we were all best friends. We had a pact that we strongly believed in. We all promised that no matter what, we would help each other if anything ever happened. Even if it involved our children later on in our futures," she spoke sadly. "We should have never done that."
His body stilled. "Why didn't you marry me off first?" he asked.
Both adults shook their head. "It would not have worked anyways. When we went to a festival, a fortuneteller had predicted this very day. We were young and foolish! Who would have thought it would've happened? None of us paid attention to it. It is their destiny to be married. I hope those two work out their differences. This would have been easier to deal with if they enjoyed each other's presence but they practically want to tear each other's body limbs apart!" Yelan said.
Touya said thoughtfully, "Well, they could always fall in love through their marriage. Right? I mean, it's possible." Yelan paled and closed her eyes.
No one answered him for a while and he turned his head to stare out the window. Light blue clouds that floated around in freedom and happiness.
***
"When do you want to pick up my clothes?" Sakura asked, "I can do it on my own, if you wish."
"No, you're not going back to your house. Mother's orders were to have you here and not at your house. If you want clothes, we'll go out to buy some tomorrow," he replied.
'I don't even know why I put up with her childish acts. Twenty-two already and still acts like a baby. I don't know what came over me today when we were driving and when we got out of the car. I must have been crazy or something. It's not going to happen again. That was the last time. Her immaturity will start influencing me. I'm still going to date whoever I want, do whatever I want, and whenever I want. She is not going to have any power over me. I'll live my life as I want and no one's going to change that,' he thought. 'Then again, if I want to kiss her, why can't I?'
"Okay.hey, where are we going?" as she followed him up the spiral stair case.
Syaoran didn't answer her and continued walking through the wings of the house. She had to run a little to catch up with his long strides. She entered a room as she peeked over his shoulder. Forest green and ivory were the colors combined for the room. Her eyes marveled at the sensational room.
"Done staring?" he asked impatiently, waving his hand.
"Look, I don't know what the hell jumped up your ass but don't take it out on me!" she snapped. "Where's my room?"
"You're looking at it," he said in a bitter tone.
"Excuse me?" she asked as if she had not heard him.
"You're sleeping in my room, damn it. Are you deaf?" Syaoran gruffly said. "Want me to repeat?"
She threw her hands up in the air and stuck her nose in the air. "So now I'm deaf, huh?" she asked. Then she did something that made Syaoran shut up. She flipped him off with her middle finger and walked out of his room.
'What the hell was that? She just flipped me off! Whatever, I don't want her in my room anyways. Maybe I should follow her so she doesn't get lost in the house. -Wait, why the hell would I care? Let her do whatever she wants. I'm going out tonight,' he decided as he changed. 'It's better than she doesn't sleep in my damn room.'
***
"Wow," she said awestruck at the house. "I think I'll sleep in this room." The room was next to Syaoran's. It was a little smaller and made up of violet and white. There was a light oak make-up desk to the right of the door. A large canopy bed was to the left near the window. Lavender sheets covered the bed and a white mesh material hung over the bed.
She heard someone taking a shower. 'Must be Syaoran,' she thought to herself, 'The walls must be thin. I'm going out tonight. I guess I'll call Tomoyo tonight. Syaoran doesn't want anything to do with me, nor I want with him. He doesn't want me around, so I'll be back later. He's being a jackass again! Well, I can do that too! I can do whatever I want if he wants to play like that!'
Sakura picked up the phone and began to dial some numbers.
***
He shook his hear, sending pellets of water everywhere. Dressed in only a towel, he began to rummage through his closet.
Syaoran wore black slacks with a green blazer. Picking up his leather jacket, he heard someone talking. 'Now who could that be, using the phone right now?' he asked. He put his ear on the wall to eavesdrop. He could slightly pick up some things. 'It's Sakura, of course! She would call someone right now.'
All he could hear was "leave right now" and "worry about him". He figured it was about him. He shrugged and went about doing his hair.
Someone slammed a door. Soft footsteps could be heard walking down the staircase. Curious, he opened his door and stuck his head out. He peered down to the main door to see who it was, but the door had been slammed shut.
A car could be heard and he stumbled over to his window. Eriol's girlfriend was in the driver's seat and Sakura hopped into the front passenger seat.
"She didn't even bother to say anything to me," he growled. He stalked outside to his car but not before seeking Wei.
"Did she mention anything to you, Wei?" he demanded.
Wei nodded. "Mistress said she figured you would come and ask me. She directly told me to tell you not to get into her business and mind your own. Mistress also said she would be back and would call if anything happened," he quoted.
"Childish! She would say something like that!" he said, speedily walking out the door.
***
"Tomoyo, I swear! He's the biggest player in the world and he expects me to bow down to his feet! Li-kun this! Li-kun that!" Sakura mimicked and blew her bangs in frustration.
Tomoyo patted Sakura's hand gently. "He possibly can't be that bad as you make him sound! After all, he's Eriol's best friend! Look how Eriol turned out," she said, placing her hand on her hips.
"I know, I know! He actually asked me if I was DEAF! Oh! The nerve of that man!" she muttered.
"You gave him the finger, didn't you?" Tomoyo said, rather than asked.
Sakura gave a gleeful smile. "Of course, who wouldn't?"
Tomoyo shook her head. 'I wonder what that poor man thought when sweet Sakura did that,' Tomoyo thought in her head.
"Besides, I need some clothes! He wouldn't let me go home to get my clothes, so ta-da! Here I am!" she announced with her arms wide open.
"Oh no you don't! You are not going to have me make you personal clothing! You are going to wear what's in style and what I make! I don't have the time to make what clothes you like or don't like!" she teased.
Sakura's bright emerald eyes lit up. "Pass me a newspaper! And some magazines! Hurry up, Tomoyo!" she rushed.
Tomoyo tossed magazines and newspapers to her. Sakura clicked her tongue as she dropped each one in the trashcan. Each one had Li Syaoran's face on it with a beautiful woman.
"All right, best friend. See what that fancy-schmacy chick is wearing? Well, make me the complete opposite! If Li likes women like that, there is no way I'll dress like that!" she said, clapping her hands.
"Are you talking about dressing formal and sexy?" Tomoyo asked.
Sakura pointed at one of the magazines she hadn't thrown into the trashcan. "Of course! See, his ex-girlfriend Tiffani? She's wearing all these diamonds, emeralds, and all that jewelry! Well, I don't need those. I'm not going to do the same. And look how she flaunts her body. Her taste of clothing is expensive but she has too much 'I want you, look at me' to it. I guess I'll go for more of 'children' clothing," she thought after a while.
"Look, this is my plan. I don't want to like Li. He doesn't like me. Let's keep it that way. So in order to keep him away from me, I'm going to be the child he thinks I am. I mean, why should he know that I'm far mature beyond my years," she mocked, tearing the magazines.
Tomoyo looked bewildered. "Tell me why would you do something like that! Children clothing? Sakura, you're hardly what I call a child!" she said. "You have the body of an hour glass if you'd put your head into it."
Sakura gave a sinful smile. "Because that's what Li thinks I am. If he thinks I'm a child, what he'll get is a child," she said ruefully. "At least he'll get off my back. My clothes.is it okay if I keep them at your place? We wouldn't want him to know little Sakura has style, now would we?"
"If that's what you want, I'll look for it. Might as well start making your own personalized clothing again. Although I must say, we're not in grade school anymore, dear," Tomoyo taunted. Sakura giggled at the memories they shared of their costumes Tomoyo had made when her mother bought her a sewing machine.
After their plans of clothing were discussed, they went to Tomoyo's office.
Tomoyo sat down in her office when she heard noticed two ladies entering her shop. Sakura was speculating the latest trends and looked at them in disgust.
Sakura turned her head and squinted. 'Those two women look vaguely familiar.NAOKO AND RIKA!' she thought. She waved her arms frantically in the air. They raced to meet each other.
"What are you two doing here?!" Tomoyo exclaimed as she hugged them both.
"I could ask you the same, Sakura-chan!" Naoko said, "How are you?"
Sakura said, "Doing great, how about you guys? It's been FOREVER since I've seen you guys!"
"Have you guys seen Chicharu?" Rika asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Don't tell me.Chiharu is finally with Yamakazi!" Tomoyo squealed, "I knew they were bound to be together!" She gave all three young women an impish wink.
Sakura's ears perked up, "Since when?"
Rika looked over her manicured nails, "Since summer time of high school. High school was flirting around for them but ah, you know. Yamakazi had this one chick hot on his heels and Chiharu was heart broken. She avoided him and he never knew why. Finally he got sick of it and confronted her. It was so sweet. Now they can't even leave for five minutes without calling each other!"
Naoko had hearts in her eyes. "It is! Tell me, how's Eriol? I heard he recently opened up a restaurant! Sounds yummy!" Naoko prodded.
Tomoyo's cheeks flushed a bit, "He's doing great. The restaurant is turning out to be a huge success. How are you two?"
All four young ladies chatted endlessly. It turns out Naoko was still single and taught for grade school. Rika was hanging around for the weekend and would be returning to her home soon.
"Do you have to go so soon?" Sakura asked sadly, "I wish you could stay just a little longer!"
Rika hugged Sakura said, "We'll keep in touch! At least, you better."
She nodded. "Did you know Sakura's getting married?" Tomoyo announced. Sakura shot her a weary glare.
"To whom?!" Naoko asked, leaning closer.
"Who else but the best? Li Syaoran, of course!" Tomoyo answered, "It's so cliché!"
"No way, that's.wow. I never thought Sakura would be the first to settle down, right Sakura?" they both asked.
She gave a tiny smile. 'Remind me to hurt Tomoyo after they leave,' she prayed Tomoyo would be smart and drop the sore subject.
Tomoyo seemed to understand and suddenly asked, "Hey! How about we go out tonight?"
Naoko clapped her hands loudly. "Great idea! We could party up before Rika leaves this week! It'll be.LADIES NIGHT!" Naoko whooped and her glasses went askew. The girls laughed at the typical act.
Sakura smiled and said, "It's getting late. Knowing you guys, you'll probably take hours to prepare."
Naoko pretended to be amazed, "How would you know?" and punched her on the arm.
'Would Li get mad? Why do I care anyways? He's probably crawling back to his ex-girlfriend by now,' she thought with pain, 'I wish my life was normal again without Li in it.'
*********
"Syaoran!" a feminine voice screeched.
He turned his head slowly and saw Tiffani running up to him. She ran up to him in a slow motion, trying to grab his attention.
"Yoo-hoo! Over here!" she tried again. He pretended not to see her and go about his ways. Finally she gave up and broke out into a full run to catch up with him. Tiffani almost tripped on him when he grabbed her to keep her from falling. He noticed her chopstick thin heels.
He frowned when he saw her. "What do you want?" he asked in a tone of disgust.
She pouted and stuck out her pouty lips even further. "Syaoran, what do you mean?" she pretended to sob uncontrollably.
'Does she think I'm stupid? Women, I'll never understand them,' he thought. "Is your new boy toy not giving what you wanted?" he asked sarcastically, "Is that why you're looking for me?"
"Syaoran! How could you ever say something like that! You know perfectly well that I was ill at the time and that I was constantly calling you! Your secretary must not like me very much then," she sniffed. "I-I tol her to page you!"
He rolled his eyes at her stupid tactics. "Of course, say.would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked with no emotion in his voice. That's what she wanted. Predictable.
"Me? You're asking me? Oh, Syaoran! I'd just love to!" and pushed herself against his body.
He wanted to push her away. 'Why do I feel like this is wrong? I'm not doing anything wrong at all, but something is telling me it's not right,' his mind conquered. In the back of his head, Sakura's lively face popped up. He shut his eyes, pushing the image back to where it came from.
'I might as well go with Tiffani, after all, I knew she would have crawled back to me,' he thought, 'She's as easy as they come, like all of them.'
***
"Tomoyo! I'm NOT going to wear that! I thought we established that I wasn't going to dress up!" Sakura shot her a dirty look.
In return, Tomoyo gave a haughty smirk. "I thought you weren't going to dress up for Li-kun! That didn't mean you couldn't wear other nice clothes other wise. Plus, we're clubbing. Do you want to go to a club where the bouncer's going to have to ask for your I.D. because you're wearing a jumper?"
She stuck out her tongue at Tomoyo and crossed her eyes. Tomoyo gave a little laugh before shooing her into the room to wear the clothes. Darkness was looming over daylight. Rika and Naoko had left and agreed to meet at the club.
"Sakura.if you don't get into those clothes.I'm going to.to.show everyone that tape of you wearing that huge Easter bunny costume!" Tomoyo blackmailed.
Her eyes widened. She decided to play bluff. "Go ahead, no one would care anyways!" she puffed, challenging Tomoyo.
She regretted her words as soon as Tomoyo said one word. "Touya."
"Ahh! I'm going! Don't show him or else he'll never let me live that down! I promise I'll wear the clothes without any complaining or whining! Don't. Show. The. Tape!" she emphasized each word.
"Okay, okay! Now go get into those clothes!"
She mumbled, "Going, I'm going!"
Sakura came out wearing a sophisticated outfit. Nothing too sexy or overboard. It was.just right on her. "Tomoyo, I'm keeping these clothes! It's freaking great!"
"Told you."
She gave a little twirl. "What do you think?" She wore a short black skirt and knee length leather boots. Her shirt consisted of a black and gold top that showed half her bare back but enough of it was covered to say she was still modest about it.
"Missing just one tiny thing to it," Tomoyo added.
Sakura snapped. "Earrings!" she squealed. She ran to Tomoyo's shoe closet. "There's like a department for everything in here!"
Tomoyo was already wearing her clothes she had designed herself. She wore long black slacks with slits on the side and a thin, silvery top. The top shone in two different colors, depending on which way you were to look at it.
"I found the perfect pair for you!" Sakura said. She handed a pair of dancing heels to Tomoyo and held up the dangling star earrings. There were five stars attached to each other by their corners. "I'm keeping these too."
Tomoyo said nothing but gave a thumbs up sign.
Sakura hadn't done any major changes to her face. She wore bronze eye shadow and mascara. Her lips had lip gloss for a sheer natural shine.
Tomoyo looked at Sakura and asked airily, "You ready to get down and dirty?"
"Hell yes we are!"
"Then what are waitin' for? Let's go meet the gals!"
***
"Wei! Where are you?" an impatient Syaoran asked. "Wei?"
"Here Master Li. I apologize. Chang wanted something done about the water sprinklers. What can I do for you, Master Li?" he asked humbly.
He waved his hand in the air. "I need you to drive me to Tiffani's house. I have to pick her up. I'm going out," he said.
Wei's eyes softened as he thought of his young Mistress. "What about Mistress? What shall I tell her?"
His amber eyes hardened at Wei's inquiries. "If she doesn't ask, don't tell her anything. Has she come back yet?"
Wei shook his head. "She hasn't come back yet," he said.
Syaoran took a deep sigh and walked out to wait outside.
Wei thought, 'Master Li, don't hurt young Mistress. She won't take it lightly as you think she will.'
***
"Can someone please open the damn door for me? I'm still getting ready!" Tiffani yelled.
A young girl opened the door obediently and let Syaoran in. He handed her his coat and he went upstairs to find Tiffani.
She was still wearing her make-up on. She wore a scantily dress that was much too tight. It was dark purple halter with a large amount of cleavage that left men in a daze. She had the dress customized and the slit ran up to her tanned thigh.
"Syaoran! What are you doing up here?" she shrieked as she tried to hastily tried to clean up her messy room. Shirts, shoes, and just about everything was flung around her room.
"Waiting for you," he answered. 'What else would I be doing up here?''
Tiffani's hair was curled in sausages and her nails were painted an odd shade of purple. Her lips were painted thickly and her face was heavily made up.
"Aww, how sweet of you to do that, Syaoran!" she cooed as she looked for a purse to match with her atrocious outfit. "I'll be just a minute!"
'I am not going to suck face with that clown. With all that makeup on, her face might melt on me.' He almost shuddered violently. 'Take her out, that's it.'
"Syao-honey! I'm done!"
'It is going to be one long night.' he thought.
***
Blaring music could be heard from the club. Tomoyo drove up the parking valet.
"I wonder if Naoko and Rika are here yet," she asked.
Sakura got herself out of the constricting seat belt. They're probably waiting for us inside. Come on," she coaxed.
They walked inside and began to search for their friends. Sakura felt a pang of guilt for not telling Syaoran. 'I'm trying to have fun here! His presence isn't even here and he's STILL bothering me!' she thought, 'Someone up there must really hate me.'
"Sakura-chan!" someone called out. Instinctively, she turned around and saw Rika.
Naoko wore leather pants with a see through black shirt. She wore a tiny red shirt underneath it. Sakura was stunned that shy Naoko had changed so much. Rika decided to wear a blue tank top with a silver dragon stitched on it and a satin skirt. All in all, all four young women were gorgeous.
Rika took a good look at them. "Damn, we look good."
Tomoyo striked a pose. "Girl, we don't look just good, we look downright dangerous!"
"Having fun, yet?" Naoko screamed through the music. The music was loud and strobe lights flashed around in different directions. Sakura stared in awe as the smoke began to flare out towards the dancing crowd.
"Let's go dance!" Tomoyo squealed. Sakura shook her head. She mouthed, "I'm thirsty."
"You want me to come with you?"
Once again, she shook her head. "I'll be right back, go and get your groove on!"
Sakura smiled as Tomoyo joined the two girls and began to dance to the music. She sat down near the bar by herself.
"Hey lady, what can I do for you?" the bartender asked in his thick accent.
"I'd like a water please," she said.
He looked at her. She noticed his stare and asked, 'What? Is there something on my face?"
He gave a throaty laugh and replied, "No, miss. I just don't see much people drinking water while they're here." He gestured towards the drinking men and women.
'Oh, heh. I get it,' she thought. She was about to answer before someone cut her to her response.
"Give her the water," someone ordered.
She looked up and found someone looming over her. She squinted harder to see who it was.
"Sakura! How could you forget me already?" a familiar voice asked. It was hard to make out his face.
"Tetsuo!? What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly. 'Finally, someone she knew!'
He ushered someone next to him. A young woman stood before her. Long, locks of dark hair and light blue eyes stared back at Sakura. "This is my younger sister, Waverly. She's come over to visit so I thought I'd take her out for the night. This is my friend, Sakura," he introduced. The similarities between the siblings were uncanny.
His sister flashed a smile at her and greeted her. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend!" she exclaimed, "You guys make such a cute couple!"
'She thinks we're going out!' she thought for a second before it disappeared as fast as it came, 'But I'm almost a married woman! I can't be having thoughts about other men!'
"I've heard lots about you, Sakura," Waverly added.
"Oh?" she said. Tetsuo scratched the back of his neck in an obvious manner and blushed heavily.
"Right, who's up to dance?" Tetsuo asked the two ladies.
Waverly noted she had to put her jacket in one of the lockers. "Go on, Sakura! Dance with him and I'll be right back!" Waverly goaded.
"Are you sure? I don't want it to seem like-well you know," she turned red at having to mention this.
"No, I'm fine! Go on and have fun! Oh geez! Look, I'll be right back! Don't wait up!" she chatted.
Sakura stared. "But I-"
"Go on!" The blonde left Sakura and Tetsuo as quickly as she could.
"Shall we?" Tetsuo asked, taking her hand.
Sakura grinned at him and said, "We shall!"
***
"Tiffani, are you done yet?" he asked exasperatedly.
"I'm done! Gosh, I never knew you to be so impatient!" she said and closed her tube of lipstick, "Let's go inside then."
She held onto his waist possessively as other women continued to stare at him fondly. 'Back off! He's mine and only mine!' she growled at all the other women. If only those other women were telepathic.
"Let's dance," she purred in his ear as she grabbed his butt in delight. He groaned at the feeling and at her boldness.
"Wait! I-did I leave my purse?" she asked dumbstruck as he led her to the dance floor, "I could have sworn I had it with me!"
He sighed again. 'This is why I have my rule. I should've stuck with it. She's going to think we're together again.'
She ran back outside to look for her purse. He stood there alone until he saw someone he knew. It was Sakura! He'd know that sleek chestnut colored hair anywhere. 'What the hell is she doing here at the same club as me?' he thought angrily. 'All day she's been in my mind and I try and push it away. When she finally goes away, here she is in reality!'
Sakura wasn't dancing alone and but the same dark haired man from the café. He bared his teeth and stood here in anger. Anger he couldn't control. He wanted to drag her back to the bar and have a nice little talk with her. Like she was a child. Which, of course, she was. He wanted to shake her and ask her if she realized what she was putting him through. It hasn't been the end of the week and he was already going crazy.
His eyes traveled and roamed her slim body. 'Small and delicate,' he thought, 'Almost like a flower.with vicious thorns.'
She danced without a care in the world and he saw Sakura, and only Sakura. Everything else around him had faded elsewhere. She turned around and he took a deep breath. He had caught the view of her lean back. Milky white and smooth were the only words to describe it. The back of her shirt left him hanging wordlessly.
"Syaoran!" a piercing voice shrieked. Tiffani had come back from the car. Her hair had become a mess, tumbling everywhere from the wind. "I'm back! Turns out that I didn't bring it after all!" she giggled. "Silly me!"
He tried his best not to yawn in public. "I want to dance!" she whined and began to put moves on him. Moving her body against his erotically, but he stood there for some reason. Syaoran kept staring at the lovely Sakura dancing with what's his face.
He was not happy. ***
"You're a great dancer!" Tetsuo yelled over the music.
Sakura couldn't hear him and leaned closer. "What did you say?"
"I said you're a great dancer!" Tetsuo held onto her waist and moved to the music. Sakura felt embarrassed when he did that and tried to move away without making it noticeable to him.
She nodded and said, "I'm getting tired. I think I'll go sit down for now and you can dance with Waverly."
He still wanted to dance with her desperately but knew she was right. Waverly had come back and had sat down. She looked lonely and he was her brother. He promised a night of fun and he'd give her one.
Sakura walked over to the table and tapped Waverly on the shoulder. "Waverly! Go dance! I feel drained! Man! These boots are killing me!" she pretended to complain. She just hoped she sounded like a whiny bitch at the moment.
Waverly went off with Tetsuo and shook up the dance floor. Who knew the two siblings knew how to dance so well? 'My feet hurt! Damn, Tomoyo! Does she has to buy shoes that make your feet throb?' she thought. 'I miss Touya.and I wonder how.'
***
What's his face had grabbed onto Sakura's waist in front of Syaoran's eyes. His blood was boiling in his veins. Why did he feel like he wanted to kick what's his face's ass? He didn't know either. It was.almost on instinct.
Syaoran pushed Tiffani away. "Wha? Why? I still want to dance! Syaoran, you can't do this to me! Whom else am I going to dance with?" she protested, "I can't believe you! Look at me!" To prove her point, she shimmied.
He looked for Sakura but couldn't find her on the dance floor anymore. His eyes searched for what's his face and found him dancing with a hot blonde. The only difference was he wasn't dancing as close to the blonde as he was with Sakura. He cocked his head over and found her sitting alone. Syaoran walked over to the table.
'Why is the little girl sitting alone?' he thought as he proceeded to walk over.
***
"Syaoran! What about me?" Tiffani yelled, lost through the dancing crowd.
"Hey babe, you lookin' swell," someone said to her. She instantly turned around.
"You're not so bad either," she commented and began to dance. She forgot all about Syaoran after she noticed the gold necklace he wore. 'Mmm.not bad at all.'she thought as they bump and grinded to the music.
***
"Why so glum?" a masculine voice asked. Feeling startled, she jumped out of her seat.
She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her waist to look mature. Syaoran gave an appreciative nod at her gesture that emphasized her cool towards him.
"Li-kun."
"Sakura."
They both answered at the same precise moment. "Going back to a first name basis now?" she asked, lips turning up into a sneer.
He flushed at calling her by her first name and said, "It slipped, what do you want me to say?"
"That you'll leave me alone," she said, not hesitating at all.
"Who do you think you are to order me?" he said, placing his hands on the chair.
"I believe I'm here with some girlfriends of mine, so if you'll just excuse me," she said and pushed him to move him out of the way.
"What? So you can dance with what's his face again?" he muttered under his breath.
Her head snapped up. "What did you say?" she asked nervously.
"Don't act like you didn't hear me," he retorted , "Dancing with a man like that, are you sleeping with him or something?"
It was Sakura's turn to get angry. The room began to feel heated and she felt as if she were suffocating.
"I am not sleeping with anyone, you bastard! Even if I am, it's none of your damn business. You don't see me asking you about who you're currently sleeping with," she said bitterly, "And his name is Tetsuo."
She tried to move but he blocked her path. "Go away," she repeated.
"You can dance with Tessoro, but you can't dance with your own fiancé," he growled in her ear. She shivered and to his delight, he gave a smirk.
"It's Tetsuo," she murmured, "I don't want to dance right now. My feet hurt. Being my fiancé or not has nothing to do with it."
"Your feet didn't seem to be hurting when you danced with Tes- whatever," he stated.
"You're frustrating me!" she cried out.
He gave a mischievous grin and said, "Not as much as you've been frustrating me." Syaoran grabbed her by the waist and began to flow with the music.
'He can dance. Oh, he can move. Mmhm.move there, and there,' she thought absentmindedly.
He pulled her closer and she rested her head on the hard plane of his chest. Syaoran's hands encircled her waist more possessively. Sakura moved her hands and placed them around his neck. She closed her eyes and felt a burning sensation deep within her.
'She smells good, like cherries.' .'
She moved her pelvis more aggressive without realizing it, thus causing Syaoran to bit his tongue from keeping himself moaning outloud.
The song had changed into an upbeat tempo and she felt a sheer layer of sweat cover her face. She threw her hands up in the air and began to twist and turn herself to the music. 'Once you get a taste of this, you never want to stop,' she thought.
He copied her moves and added more. Syaoran gave her a smug grin. Somehow it had become a challenge. She followed suit and everyone began to crowd around them.
"Where'd you learn how to dance like that?" she gasped out, trying hard to keep up.
"Mother made me take classes," he ground out. "Long time ago."
"And you?"
He dipped her and she looked up. "Father enrolled me." They both gave a soft laugh when he pulled her back up.
Sakura stood behind him as his arms encircled her tiny waist. She moved her body in a flowing sensation. Then in a sudden move, he twirled her around to meet his face.
Sparkling emerald eyes clashed with trailing amber eyes. It was like a staring contest. He felt disoriented from staring into the depth of her eyes too long. Syaoran was the first to look away. He was already lost in the pool of emerald.
When the song was over, everyone clapped. She felt self conscious and slowly moved away from the crowd. Syaoran followed her. 'Amazing,' he thought, 'Definitely amazing.'
***
Tiffani stood there fuming. Her lipstick had rubbed off and smeared the corner of her lips as her dance partner kept kissing her. She pushed him off. She was seething with anger.
'Just who does that little twerp think she is? Dancing with MY Syaoran like that!' she thought, 'She's only a little girl compared to me.' Tiffani kept her eyes on Sakura and shot daggers at her.
***
"Oh my! Did you guys see that?" Naoko said excitedly.
"I have never seen our precious Sakura dance like that! Ever!" Rika thoughtfully added.
"Ahah! I knew something was brewing between those two! Must be love at first sight." she said dreamily, "Did you see the way he was looking at her?"
The two ladies nodded their heads. "This is so kawaii! Too bad I don't have my camcorder with me!" Tomoyo said.
Both ladies began to laugh nervously at the eager Tomoyo.
***
"I thought Wei told you not to worry about me," she said, "And not to get into business that does not concern you."
"You're my fiancee, everything you do concerns me," he said out of nowhere. 'Since when do I go around saying things like that? I thought I decided I didn't care what she did and what I did was none of her business,' he thought aimlessly.
"Sure, whatever you say. Don't lie to me, Li. I know your mother is putting you up to this," Sakura said. "She wants you to watch me, doesn't she? No, my father did this. ERGH!"
"I haven't given much thought to that," he admitted. "You know you're confusing. I've never had this much on my mind. I had everything for my life figured out and including today's plans until you showed up."
"How about we go our separate ways then?" she asked. "Life would be easy."
She didn't see it. Didn't see anything. He wanted to put her on a leash and made sure she stayed by his side. Even if she was a brat. An annoying brat. An annoying, little brat. An annoying, little, childish brat.
"I need to powder my nose," she said, in a tone he tried to figure out.
'Was she being sarcastic?'
She walked into the restroom and left him sitting alone, to think about everything. Her scent lingered there for a couple of minutes and his nose caught her scent. 'I hate her, yet I want her,' he thought. 'Hate her, yet want her.bad.'
***
She went into the rest room and washed her hands. They felt sweaty and dirty. 'Maybe from holding onto Li too long,' she thought amused.
"You!"
'Damn, when will people stop addressing me!' she thought as she turned around.
A woman wearing a purple halter dress pointed directly at her. Sakura turned around both sides to make sure no one else was behind her. "Little girl," she drawled out slowly, "Just what do you think you are doing?"
'I know I've seen her somewhere before,' she thought as the woman began to advance on her.
'That's Tiffani! Syaoran's girlfriend if I remember, now what the hell does she want with me?'
***
A/n: All right, Minna-san.what'd you guys think? Hope you guys liked it. R & R! Make me happy! =D
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Written by Dknight02
E-mail: D_Knight02@hotmail.com
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A/N: This is an A/U fic of CCS. Read and review, please. No flames.
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS but the story is mine.
***
"Would you stop staring at me like I'm a freak?" Sakura squirmed uncomfortably.
He glanced at the mirror again. "If you could sit still and stop moving! Why are you sitting in the back anyways? I asked you to sit in the front, but it seems someone thought they were too good to sit in the front seat. What am I now? Your chauffeur?" he said sarcastically.
'I'm not going to say anything. I'll just give the bastard the silent treatment,' she gloated, 'Sometimes, I'm too good.'
"Hello? Are you going to answer me or do I need to pull over to check if you're still there?" Syaoran asked with a look of irritation.
She still said nothing. True to his words, he pulled the car over next to the curb. He got out of the driver's seat and went to the back of the car.
"Open AH," he commanded. She shook her head indicating 'no'. "Why do I even bother?" he muttered. She gave a smug grin in return and shrugged her shoulders.
Syaoran leaned closer until her back was against the side door. Sakura tried to push away from him but he was persistent with her. Her sweater hiked up and his arm brushed her exposed stomach slightly. The touch caused her to stifle a giggle.
His eyes twinkled in amusement. "Well, what do we have here? Is someone ticklish?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
She shook her head 'no' violently. He reached over and ran his hands over her stomach. Sakura's shoulders shook, trying to seal her laughter.
'His hands are soft, that's something I never thought I would notice,' the thought fled as he continued tickling her.
"Are you going to talk to me now?" he asked. She didn't answer him. He leaned on top of her and tickled her until she busted out laughing.
"L-Li-k-kun! St-stop! I c-can't br-breathe!" she gasped, "It-it's not fun-funny!"
She caught her breath as she saw what position they were in. Her legs were caught in between his and her arms were pinned by his arms. He smirked and let go of her arms. A strand of his chestnut hair covered his eyes. She reached over to brush it out of his eyes. Syaoran came closer until their faces were right in front of each other. Inches away from each other, a lingering force seemed to have lulled them closer. Sakura's eyes slowly closed and.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Someone was at the passenger window. "Excuse me, but I believe this is the incorrect place for doing those sort of intimate things," a burley officer said.
Sakura pushed Syaoran off her and tried to explain. "We weren't doing anything wrong, officer!" she said quickly.
He gave a cheeky grin and replied, "By all means, but the evidence is still there."
Syaoran looked at Sakura. Her face was flushed a great deal and her sweater was hiked to her stomach still. The waistband of her jeans was lower than necessary.
She slapped herself on the forehead. "This has got to be a bad joke someone is playing on me. I know this doesn't look right! He was just tickling me and I am really ticklish so he wouldn't stop and-
The officer raised one of his eyebrows. "He was 'just' tickling you? Are you sure that's all of it?"
Syaoran decided it was time to step in. "She's my fiancee, sir. We wouldn't do anything out in the open like this. That's for the honeymoon," he mentioned wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"All right, then. No more abominable hokey-pokey around here. This is your last warning to whatever you were doing. Ah, I don't even want to know! I'm off to the donut shop now. It's my break anyways," the officer noted and zoomed off on his motorcycle.
"Ugh! I can't believe that actually happened!" Sakura groaned.
He gave a half smile and said, "See? That's what you get for not sitting in the front when I asked you to!"
She rolled her eyes at what he said. "Let's just go. I'll sit in the front this time, smart ass."
They got back into the car and drove to his-their house. He got out of car to open the door for her.
"Ladies first," he said, bowing. She gave a little smile and walked onto the porch of the house.
"Your house is enormous!" she exclaimed, "The structure is beautifully sculpted!" She ran her fingers along the delicate white columns. The house was beautiful. Absolutely wonderful. The house stood out among others. 'High and mighty, almost like Li himsef.'
"Glad you like it, I designed it myself with a couple of other people," he said proudly. "Care for a tour?" He stuck out his elbow. She gave a little curtsy with a giggle and wove her arm through his.
'What am I going to do? First he's down right rude, and now he's being friendly again. I swear he's on PMS or something!' she thought.
***
Day turned into night quickly. "Do you think they'll be all right, Dad?" Touya asked, reaching over for more peanuts.
"Truthfully, I am not sure either. It all depends on Sakura and Syaoran now. When they marry, our companies will merge together. I believe their company can pick up their pieces and shine again. Sakura is very hotheaded. You know that," Fujitaka murmured.
"How'd you even get to this point of marrying her off?" his son asked curiously.
It was Yelan who answered his question. "When we were younger, around you age, we were all best friends. We had a pact that we strongly believed in. We all promised that no matter what, we would help each other if anything ever happened. Even if it involved our children later on in our futures," she spoke sadly. "We should have never done that."
His body stilled. "Why didn't you marry me off first?" he asked.
Both adults shook their head. "It would not have worked anyways. When we went to a festival, a fortuneteller had predicted this very day. We were young and foolish! Who would have thought it would've happened? None of us paid attention to it. It is their destiny to be married. I hope those two work out their differences. This would have been easier to deal with if they enjoyed each other's presence but they practically want to tear each other's body limbs apart!" Yelan said.
Touya said thoughtfully, "Well, they could always fall in love through their marriage. Right? I mean, it's possible." Yelan paled and closed her eyes.
No one answered him for a while and he turned his head to stare out the window. Light blue clouds that floated around in freedom and happiness.
***
"When do you want to pick up my clothes?" Sakura asked, "I can do it on my own, if you wish."
"No, you're not going back to your house. Mother's orders were to have you here and not at your house. If you want clothes, we'll go out to buy some tomorrow," he replied.
'I don't even know why I put up with her childish acts. Twenty-two already and still acts like a baby. I don't know what came over me today when we were driving and when we got out of the car. I must have been crazy or something. It's not going to happen again. That was the last time. Her immaturity will start influencing me. I'm still going to date whoever I want, do whatever I want, and whenever I want. She is not going to have any power over me. I'll live my life as I want and no one's going to change that,' he thought. 'Then again, if I want to kiss her, why can't I?'
"Okay.hey, where are we going?" as she followed him up the spiral stair case.
Syaoran didn't answer her and continued walking through the wings of the house. She had to run a little to catch up with his long strides. She entered a room as she peeked over his shoulder. Forest green and ivory were the colors combined for the room. Her eyes marveled at the sensational room.
"Done staring?" he asked impatiently, waving his hand.
"Look, I don't know what the hell jumped up your ass but don't take it out on me!" she snapped. "Where's my room?"
"You're looking at it," he said in a bitter tone.
"Excuse me?" she asked as if she had not heard him.
"You're sleeping in my room, damn it. Are you deaf?" Syaoran gruffly said. "Want me to repeat?"
She threw her hands up in the air and stuck her nose in the air. "So now I'm deaf, huh?" she asked. Then she did something that made Syaoran shut up. She flipped him off with her middle finger and walked out of his room.
'What the hell was that? She just flipped me off! Whatever, I don't want her in my room anyways. Maybe I should follow her so she doesn't get lost in the house. -Wait, why the hell would I care? Let her do whatever she wants. I'm going out tonight,' he decided as he changed. 'It's better than she doesn't sleep in my damn room.'
***
"Wow," she said awestruck at the house. "I think I'll sleep in this room." The room was next to Syaoran's. It was a little smaller and made up of violet and white. There was a light oak make-up desk to the right of the door. A large canopy bed was to the left near the window. Lavender sheets covered the bed and a white mesh material hung over the bed.
She heard someone taking a shower. 'Must be Syaoran,' she thought to herself, 'The walls must be thin. I'm going out tonight. I guess I'll call Tomoyo tonight. Syaoran doesn't want anything to do with me, nor I want with him. He doesn't want me around, so I'll be back later. He's being a jackass again! Well, I can do that too! I can do whatever I want if he wants to play like that!'
Sakura picked up the phone and began to dial some numbers.
***
He shook his hear, sending pellets of water everywhere. Dressed in only a towel, he began to rummage through his closet.
Syaoran wore black slacks with a green blazer. Picking up his leather jacket, he heard someone talking. 'Now who could that be, using the phone right now?' he asked. He put his ear on the wall to eavesdrop. He could slightly pick up some things. 'It's Sakura, of course! She would call someone right now.'
All he could hear was "leave right now" and "worry about him". He figured it was about him. He shrugged and went about doing his hair.
Someone slammed a door. Soft footsteps could be heard walking down the staircase. Curious, he opened his door and stuck his head out. He peered down to the main door to see who it was, but the door had been slammed shut.
A car could be heard and he stumbled over to his window. Eriol's girlfriend was in the driver's seat and Sakura hopped into the front passenger seat.
"She didn't even bother to say anything to me," he growled. He stalked outside to his car but not before seeking Wei.
"Did she mention anything to you, Wei?" he demanded.
Wei nodded. "Mistress said she figured you would come and ask me. She directly told me to tell you not to get into her business and mind your own. Mistress also said she would be back and would call if anything happened," he quoted.
"Childish! She would say something like that!" he said, speedily walking out the door.
***
"Tomoyo, I swear! He's the biggest player in the world and he expects me to bow down to his feet! Li-kun this! Li-kun that!" Sakura mimicked and blew her bangs in frustration.
Tomoyo patted Sakura's hand gently. "He possibly can't be that bad as you make him sound! After all, he's Eriol's best friend! Look how Eriol turned out," she said, placing her hand on her hips.
"I know, I know! He actually asked me if I was DEAF! Oh! The nerve of that man!" she muttered.
"You gave him the finger, didn't you?" Tomoyo said, rather than asked.
Sakura gave a gleeful smile. "Of course, who wouldn't?"
Tomoyo shook her head. 'I wonder what that poor man thought when sweet Sakura did that,' Tomoyo thought in her head.
"Besides, I need some clothes! He wouldn't let me go home to get my clothes, so ta-da! Here I am!" she announced with her arms wide open.
"Oh no you don't! You are not going to have me make you personal clothing! You are going to wear what's in style and what I make! I don't have the time to make what clothes you like or don't like!" she teased.
Sakura's bright emerald eyes lit up. "Pass me a newspaper! And some magazines! Hurry up, Tomoyo!" she rushed.
Tomoyo tossed magazines and newspapers to her. Sakura clicked her tongue as she dropped each one in the trashcan. Each one had Li Syaoran's face on it with a beautiful woman.
"All right, best friend. See what that fancy-schmacy chick is wearing? Well, make me the complete opposite! If Li likes women like that, there is no way I'll dress like that!" she said, clapping her hands.
"Are you talking about dressing formal and sexy?" Tomoyo asked.
Sakura pointed at one of the magazines she hadn't thrown into the trashcan. "Of course! See, his ex-girlfriend Tiffani? She's wearing all these diamonds, emeralds, and all that jewelry! Well, I don't need those. I'm not going to do the same. And look how she flaunts her body. Her taste of clothing is expensive but she has too much 'I want you, look at me' to it. I guess I'll go for more of 'children' clothing," she thought after a while.
"Look, this is my plan. I don't want to like Li. He doesn't like me. Let's keep it that way. So in order to keep him away from me, I'm going to be the child he thinks I am. I mean, why should he know that I'm far mature beyond my years," she mocked, tearing the magazines.
Tomoyo looked bewildered. "Tell me why would you do something like that! Children clothing? Sakura, you're hardly what I call a child!" she said. "You have the body of an hour glass if you'd put your head into it."
Sakura gave a sinful smile. "Because that's what Li thinks I am. If he thinks I'm a child, what he'll get is a child," she said ruefully. "At least he'll get off my back. My clothes.is it okay if I keep them at your place? We wouldn't want him to know little Sakura has style, now would we?"
"If that's what you want, I'll look for it. Might as well start making your own personalized clothing again. Although I must say, we're not in grade school anymore, dear," Tomoyo taunted. Sakura giggled at the memories they shared of their costumes Tomoyo had made when her mother bought her a sewing machine.
After their plans of clothing were discussed, they went to Tomoyo's office.
Tomoyo sat down in her office when she heard noticed two ladies entering her shop. Sakura was speculating the latest trends and looked at them in disgust.
Sakura turned her head and squinted. 'Those two women look vaguely familiar.NAOKO AND RIKA!' she thought. She waved her arms frantically in the air. They raced to meet each other.
"What are you two doing here?!" Tomoyo exclaimed as she hugged them both.
"I could ask you the same, Sakura-chan!" Naoko said, "How are you?"
Sakura said, "Doing great, how about you guys? It's been FOREVER since I've seen you guys!"
"Have you guys seen Chicharu?" Rika asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Don't tell me.Chiharu is finally with Yamakazi!" Tomoyo squealed, "I knew they were bound to be together!" She gave all three young women an impish wink.
Sakura's ears perked up, "Since when?"
Rika looked over her manicured nails, "Since summer time of high school. High school was flirting around for them but ah, you know. Yamakazi had this one chick hot on his heels and Chiharu was heart broken. She avoided him and he never knew why. Finally he got sick of it and confronted her. It was so sweet. Now they can't even leave for five minutes without calling each other!"
Naoko had hearts in her eyes. "It is! Tell me, how's Eriol? I heard he recently opened up a restaurant! Sounds yummy!" Naoko prodded.
Tomoyo's cheeks flushed a bit, "He's doing great. The restaurant is turning out to be a huge success. How are you two?"
All four young ladies chatted endlessly. It turns out Naoko was still single and taught for grade school. Rika was hanging around for the weekend and would be returning to her home soon.
"Do you have to go so soon?" Sakura asked sadly, "I wish you could stay just a little longer!"
Rika hugged Sakura said, "We'll keep in touch! At least, you better."
She nodded. "Did you know Sakura's getting married?" Tomoyo announced. Sakura shot her a weary glare.
"To whom?!" Naoko asked, leaning closer.
"Who else but the best? Li Syaoran, of course!" Tomoyo answered, "It's so cliché!"
"No way, that's.wow. I never thought Sakura would be the first to settle down, right Sakura?" they both asked.
She gave a tiny smile. 'Remind me to hurt Tomoyo after they leave,' she prayed Tomoyo would be smart and drop the sore subject.
Tomoyo seemed to understand and suddenly asked, "Hey! How about we go out tonight?"
Naoko clapped her hands loudly. "Great idea! We could party up before Rika leaves this week! It'll be.LADIES NIGHT!" Naoko whooped and her glasses went askew. The girls laughed at the typical act.
Sakura smiled and said, "It's getting late. Knowing you guys, you'll probably take hours to prepare."
Naoko pretended to be amazed, "How would you know?" and punched her on the arm.
'Would Li get mad? Why do I care anyways? He's probably crawling back to his ex-girlfriend by now,' she thought with pain, 'I wish my life was normal again without Li in it.'
*********
"Syaoran!" a feminine voice screeched.
He turned his head slowly and saw Tiffani running up to him. She ran up to him in a slow motion, trying to grab his attention.
"Yoo-hoo! Over here!" she tried again. He pretended not to see her and go about his ways. Finally she gave up and broke out into a full run to catch up with him. Tiffani almost tripped on him when he grabbed her to keep her from falling. He noticed her chopstick thin heels.
He frowned when he saw her. "What do you want?" he asked in a tone of disgust.
She pouted and stuck out her pouty lips even further. "Syaoran, what do you mean?" she pretended to sob uncontrollably.
'Does she think I'm stupid? Women, I'll never understand them,' he thought. "Is your new boy toy not giving what you wanted?" he asked sarcastically, "Is that why you're looking for me?"
"Syaoran! How could you ever say something like that! You know perfectly well that I was ill at the time and that I was constantly calling you! Your secretary must not like me very much then," she sniffed. "I-I tol her to page you!"
He rolled his eyes at her stupid tactics. "Of course, say.would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked with no emotion in his voice. That's what she wanted. Predictable.
"Me? You're asking me? Oh, Syaoran! I'd just love to!" and pushed herself against his body.
He wanted to push her away. 'Why do I feel like this is wrong? I'm not doing anything wrong at all, but something is telling me it's not right,' his mind conquered. In the back of his head, Sakura's lively face popped up. He shut his eyes, pushing the image back to where it came from.
'I might as well go with Tiffani, after all, I knew she would have crawled back to me,' he thought, 'She's as easy as they come, like all of them.'
***
"Tomoyo! I'm NOT going to wear that! I thought we established that I wasn't going to dress up!" Sakura shot her a dirty look.
In return, Tomoyo gave a haughty smirk. "I thought you weren't going to dress up for Li-kun! That didn't mean you couldn't wear other nice clothes other wise. Plus, we're clubbing. Do you want to go to a club where the bouncer's going to have to ask for your I.D. because you're wearing a jumper?"
She stuck out her tongue at Tomoyo and crossed her eyes. Tomoyo gave a little laugh before shooing her into the room to wear the clothes. Darkness was looming over daylight. Rika and Naoko had left and agreed to meet at the club.
"Sakura.if you don't get into those clothes.I'm going to.to.show everyone that tape of you wearing that huge Easter bunny costume!" Tomoyo blackmailed.
Her eyes widened. She decided to play bluff. "Go ahead, no one would care anyways!" she puffed, challenging Tomoyo.
She regretted her words as soon as Tomoyo said one word. "Touya."
"Ahh! I'm going! Don't show him or else he'll never let me live that down! I promise I'll wear the clothes without any complaining or whining! Don't. Show. The. Tape!" she emphasized each word.
"Okay, okay! Now go get into those clothes!"
She mumbled, "Going, I'm going!"
Sakura came out wearing a sophisticated outfit. Nothing too sexy or overboard. It was.just right on her. "Tomoyo, I'm keeping these clothes! It's freaking great!"
"Told you."
She gave a little twirl. "What do you think?" She wore a short black skirt and knee length leather boots. Her shirt consisted of a black and gold top that showed half her bare back but enough of it was covered to say she was still modest about it.
"Missing just one tiny thing to it," Tomoyo added.
Sakura snapped. "Earrings!" she squealed. She ran to Tomoyo's shoe closet. "There's like a department for everything in here!"
Tomoyo was already wearing her clothes she had designed herself. She wore long black slacks with slits on the side and a thin, silvery top. The top shone in two different colors, depending on which way you were to look at it.
"I found the perfect pair for you!" Sakura said. She handed a pair of dancing heels to Tomoyo and held up the dangling star earrings. There were five stars attached to each other by their corners. "I'm keeping these too."
Tomoyo said nothing but gave a thumbs up sign.
Sakura hadn't done any major changes to her face. She wore bronze eye shadow and mascara. Her lips had lip gloss for a sheer natural shine.
Tomoyo looked at Sakura and asked airily, "You ready to get down and dirty?"
"Hell yes we are!"
"Then what are waitin' for? Let's go meet the gals!"
***
"Wei! Where are you?" an impatient Syaoran asked. "Wei?"
"Here Master Li. I apologize. Chang wanted something done about the water sprinklers. What can I do for you, Master Li?" he asked humbly.
He waved his hand in the air. "I need you to drive me to Tiffani's house. I have to pick her up. I'm going out," he said.
Wei's eyes softened as he thought of his young Mistress. "What about Mistress? What shall I tell her?"
His amber eyes hardened at Wei's inquiries. "If she doesn't ask, don't tell her anything. Has she come back yet?"
Wei shook his head. "She hasn't come back yet," he said.
Syaoran took a deep sigh and walked out to wait outside.
Wei thought, 'Master Li, don't hurt young Mistress. She won't take it lightly as you think she will.'
***
"Can someone please open the damn door for me? I'm still getting ready!" Tiffani yelled.
A young girl opened the door obediently and let Syaoran in. He handed her his coat and he went upstairs to find Tiffani.
She was still wearing her make-up on. She wore a scantily dress that was much too tight. It was dark purple halter with a large amount of cleavage that left men in a daze. She had the dress customized and the slit ran up to her tanned thigh.
"Syaoran! What are you doing up here?" she shrieked as she tried to hastily tried to clean up her messy room. Shirts, shoes, and just about everything was flung around her room.
"Waiting for you," he answered. 'What else would I be doing up here?''
Tiffani's hair was curled in sausages and her nails were painted an odd shade of purple. Her lips were painted thickly and her face was heavily made up.
"Aww, how sweet of you to do that, Syaoran!" she cooed as she looked for a purse to match with her atrocious outfit. "I'll be just a minute!"
'I am not going to suck face with that clown. With all that makeup on, her face might melt on me.' He almost shuddered violently. 'Take her out, that's it.'
"Syao-honey! I'm done!"
'It is going to be one long night.' he thought.
***
Blaring music could be heard from the club. Tomoyo drove up the parking valet.
"I wonder if Naoko and Rika are here yet," she asked.
Sakura got herself out of the constricting seat belt. They're probably waiting for us inside. Come on," she coaxed.
They walked inside and began to search for their friends. Sakura felt a pang of guilt for not telling Syaoran. 'I'm trying to have fun here! His presence isn't even here and he's STILL bothering me!' she thought, 'Someone up there must really hate me.'
"Sakura-chan!" someone called out. Instinctively, she turned around and saw Rika.
Naoko wore leather pants with a see through black shirt. She wore a tiny red shirt underneath it. Sakura was stunned that shy Naoko had changed so much. Rika decided to wear a blue tank top with a silver dragon stitched on it and a satin skirt. All in all, all four young women were gorgeous.
Rika took a good look at them. "Damn, we look good."
Tomoyo striked a pose. "Girl, we don't look just good, we look downright dangerous!"
"Having fun, yet?" Naoko screamed through the music. The music was loud and strobe lights flashed around in different directions. Sakura stared in awe as the smoke began to flare out towards the dancing crowd.
"Let's go dance!" Tomoyo squealed. Sakura shook her head. She mouthed, "I'm thirsty."
"You want me to come with you?"
Once again, she shook her head. "I'll be right back, go and get your groove on!"
Sakura smiled as Tomoyo joined the two girls and began to dance to the music. She sat down near the bar by herself.
"Hey lady, what can I do for you?" the bartender asked in his thick accent.
"I'd like a water please," she said.
He looked at her. She noticed his stare and asked, 'What? Is there something on my face?"
He gave a throaty laugh and replied, "No, miss. I just don't see much people drinking water while they're here." He gestured towards the drinking men and women.
'Oh, heh. I get it,' she thought. She was about to answer before someone cut her to her response.
"Give her the water," someone ordered.
She looked up and found someone looming over her. She squinted harder to see who it was.
"Sakura! How could you forget me already?" a familiar voice asked. It was hard to make out his face.
"Tetsuo!? What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly. 'Finally, someone she knew!'
He ushered someone next to him. A young woman stood before her. Long, locks of dark hair and light blue eyes stared back at Sakura. "This is my younger sister, Waverly. She's come over to visit so I thought I'd take her out for the night. This is my friend, Sakura," he introduced. The similarities between the siblings were uncanny.
His sister flashed a smile at her and greeted her. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend!" she exclaimed, "You guys make such a cute couple!"
'She thinks we're going out!' she thought for a second before it disappeared as fast as it came, 'But I'm almost a married woman! I can't be having thoughts about other men!'
"I've heard lots about you, Sakura," Waverly added.
"Oh?" she said. Tetsuo scratched the back of his neck in an obvious manner and blushed heavily.
"Right, who's up to dance?" Tetsuo asked the two ladies.
Waverly noted she had to put her jacket in one of the lockers. "Go on, Sakura! Dance with him and I'll be right back!" Waverly goaded.
"Are you sure? I don't want it to seem like-well you know," she turned red at having to mention this.
"No, I'm fine! Go on and have fun! Oh geez! Look, I'll be right back! Don't wait up!" she chatted.
Sakura stared. "But I-"
"Go on!" The blonde left Sakura and Tetsuo as quickly as she could.
"Shall we?" Tetsuo asked, taking her hand.
Sakura grinned at him and said, "We shall!"
***
"Tiffani, are you done yet?" he asked exasperatedly.
"I'm done! Gosh, I never knew you to be so impatient!" she said and closed her tube of lipstick, "Let's go inside then."
She held onto his waist possessively as other women continued to stare at him fondly. 'Back off! He's mine and only mine!' she growled at all the other women. If only those other women were telepathic.
"Let's dance," she purred in his ear as she grabbed his butt in delight. He groaned at the feeling and at her boldness.
"Wait! I-did I leave my purse?" she asked dumbstruck as he led her to the dance floor, "I could have sworn I had it with me!"
He sighed again. 'This is why I have my rule. I should've stuck with it. She's going to think we're together again.'
She ran back outside to look for her purse. He stood there alone until he saw someone he knew. It was Sakura! He'd know that sleek chestnut colored hair anywhere. 'What the hell is she doing here at the same club as me?' he thought angrily. 'All day she's been in my mind and I try and push it away. When she finally goes away, here she is in reality!'
Sakura wasn't dancing alone and but the same dark haired man from the café. He bared his teeth and stood here in anger. Anger he couldn't control. He wanted to drag her back to the bar and have a nice little talk with her. Like she was a child. Which, of course, she was. He wanted to shake her and ask her if she realized what she was putting him through. It hasn't been the end of the week and he was already going crazy.
His eyes traveled and roamed her slim body. 'Small and delicate,' he thought, 'Almost like a flower.with vicious thorns.'
She danced without a care in the world and he saw Sakura, and only Sakura. Everything else around him had faded elsewhere. She turned around and he took a deep breath. He had caught the view of her lean back. Milky white and smooth were the only words to describe it. The back of her shirt left him hanging wordlessly.
"Syaoran!" a piercing voice shrieked. Tiffani had come back from the car. Her hair had become a mess, tumbling everywhere from the wind. "I'm back! Turns out that I didn't bring it after all!" she giggled. "Silly me!"
He tried his best not to yawn in public. "I want to dance!" she whined and began to put moves on him. Moving her body against his erotically, but he stood there for some reason. Syaoran kept staring at the lovely Sakura dancing with what's his face.
He was not happy. ***
"You're a great dancer!" Tetsuo yelled over the music.
Sakura couldn't hear him and leaned closer. "What did you say?"
"I said you're a great dancer!" Tetsuo held onto her waist and moved to the music. Sakura felt embarrassed when he did that and tried to move away without making it noticeable to him.
She nodded and said, "I'm getting tired. I think I'll go sit down for now and you can dance with Waverly."
He still wanted to dance with her desperately but knew she was right. Waverly had come back and had sat down. She looked lonely and he was her brother. He promised a night of fun and he'd give her one.
Sakura walked over to the table and tapped Waverly on the shoulder. "Waverly! Go dance! I feel drained! Man! These boots are killing me!" she pretended to complain. She just hoped she sounded like a whiny bitch at the moment.
Waverly went off with Tetsuo and shook up the dance floor. Who knew the two siblings knew how to dance so well? 'My feet hurt! Damn, Tomoyo! Does she has to buy shoes that make your feet throb?' she thought. 'I miss Touya.and I wonder how.'
***
What's his face had grabbed onto Sakura's waist in front of Syaoran's eyes. His blood was boiling in his veins. Why did he feel like he wanted to kick what's his face's ass? He didn't know either. It was.almost on instinct.
Syaoran pushed Tiffani away. "Wha? Why? I still want to dance! Syaoran, you can't do this to me! Whom else am I going to dance with?" she protested, "I can't believe you! Look at me!" To prove her point, she shimmied.
He looked for Sakura but couldn't find her on the dance floor anymore. His eyes searched for what's his face and found him dancing with a hot blonde. The only difference was he wasn't dancing as close to the blonde as he was with Sakura. He cocked his head over and found her sitting alone. Syaoran walked over to the table.
'Why is the little girl sitting alone?' he thought as he proceeded to walk over.
***
"Syaoran! What about me?" Tiffani yelled, lost through the dancing crowd.
"Hey babe, you lookin' swell," someone said to her. She instantly turned around.
"You're not so bad either," she commented and began to dance. She forgot all about Syaoran after she noticed the gold necklace he wore. 'Mmm.not bad at all.'she thought as they bump and grinded to the music.
***
"Why so glum?" a masculine voice asked. Feeling startled, she jumped out of her seat.
She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her waist to look mature. Syaoran gave an appreciative nod at her gesture that emphasized her cool towards him.
"Li-kun."
"Sakura."
They both answered at the same precise moment. "Going back to a first name basis now?" she asked, lips turning up into a sneer.
He flushed at calling her by her first name and said, "It slipped, what do you want me to say?"
"That you'll leave me alone," she said, not hesitating at all.
"Who do you think you are to order me?" he said, placing his hands on the chair.
"I believe I'm here with some girlfriends of mine, so if you'll just excuse me," she said and pushed him to move him out of the way.
"What? So you can dance with what's his face again?" he muttered under his breath.
Her head snapped up. "What did you say?" she asked nervously.
"Don't act like you didn't hear me," he retorted , "Dancing with a man like that, are you sleeping with him or something?"
It was Sakura's turn to get angry. The room began to feel heated and she felt as if she were suffocating.
"I am not sleeping with anyone, you bastard! Even if I am, it's none of your damn business. You don't see me asking you about who you're currently sleeping with," she said bitterly, "And his name is Tetsuo."
She tried to move but he blocked her path. "Go away," she repeated.
"You can dance with Tessoro, but you can't dance with your own fiancé," he growled in her ear. She shivered and to his delight, he gave a smirk.
"It's Tetsuo," she murmured, "I don't want to dance right now. My feet hurt. Being my fiancé or not has nothing to do with it."
"Your feet didn't seem to be hurting when you danced with Tes- whatever," he stated.
"You're frustrating me!" she cried out.
He gave a mischievous grin and said, "Not as much as you've been frustrating me." Syaoran grabbed her by the waist and began to flow with the music.
'He can dance. Oh, he can move. Mmhm.move there, and there,' she thought absentmindedly.
He pulled her closer and she rested her head on the hard plane of his chest. Syaoran's hands encircled her waist more possessively. Sakura moved her hands and placed them around his neck. She closed her eyes and felt a burning sensation deep within her.
'She smells good, like cherries.' .'
She moved her pelvis more aggressive without realizing it, thus causing Syaoran to bit his tongue from keeping himself moaning outloud.
The song had changed into an upbeat tempo and she felt a sheer layer of sweat cover her face. She threw her hands up in the air and began to twist and turn herself to the music. 'Once you get a taste of this, you never want to stop,' she thought.
He copied her moves and added more. Syaoran gave her a smug grin. Somehow it had become a challenge. She followed suit and everyone began to crowd around them.
"Where'd you learn how to dance like that?" she gasped out, trying hard to keep up.
"Mother made me take classes," he ground out. "Long time ago."
"And you?"
He dipped her and she looked up. "Father enrolled me." They both gave a soft laugh when he pulled her back up.
Sakura stood behind him as his arms encircled her tiny waist. She moved her body in a flowing sensation. Then in a sudden move, he twirled her around to meet his face.
Sparkling emerald eyes clashed with trailing amber eyes. It was like a staring contest. He felt disoriented from staring into the depth of her eyes too long. Syaoran was the first to look away. He was already lost in the pool of emerald.
When the song was over, everyone clapped. She felt self conscious and slowly moved away from the crowd. Syaoran followed her. 'Amazing,' he thought, 'Definitely amazing.'
***
Tiffani stood there fuming. Her lipstick had rubbed off and smeared the corner of her lips as her dance partner kept kissing her. She pushed him off. She was seething with anger.
'Just who does that little twerp think she is? Dancing with MY Syaoran like that!' she thought, 'She's only a little girl compared to me.' Tiffani kept her eyes on Sakura and shot daggers at her.
***
"Oh my! Did you guys see that?" Naoko said excitedly.
"I have never seen our precious Sakura dance like that! Ever!" Rika thoughtfully added.
"Ahah! I knew something was brewing between those two! Must be love at first sight." she said dreamily, "Did you see the way he was looking at her?"
The two ladies nodded their heads. "This is so kawaii! Too bad I don't have my camcorder with me!" Tomoyo said.
Both ladies began to laugh nervously at the eager Tomoyo.
***
"I thought Wei told you not to worry about me," she said, "And not to get into business that does not concern you."
"You're my fiancee, everything you do concerns me," he said out of nowhere. 'Since when do I go around saying things like that? I thought I decided I didn't care what she did and what I did was none of her business,' he thought aimlessly.
"Sure, whatever you say. Don't lie to me, Li. I know your mother is putting you up to this," Sakura said. "She wants you to watch me, doesn't she? No, my father did this. ERGH!"
"I haven't given much thought to that," he admitted. "You know you're confusing. I've never had this much on my mind. I had everything for my life figured out and including today's plans until you showed up."
"How about we go our separate ways then?" she asked. "Life would be easy."
She didn't see it. Didn't see anything. He wanted to put her on a leash and made sure she stayed by his side. Even if she was a brat. An annoying brat. An annoying, little brat. An annoying, little, childish brat.
"I need to powder my nose," she said, in a tone he tried to figure out.
'Was she being sarcastic?'
She walked into the restroom and left him sitting alone, to think about everything. Her scent lingered there for a couple of minutes and his nose caught her scent. 'I hate her, yet I want her,' he thought. 'Hate her, yet want her.bad.'
***
She went into the rest room and washed her hands. They felt sweaty and dirty. 'Maybe from holding onto Li too long,' she thought amused.
"You!"
'Damn, when will people stop addressing me!' she thought as she turned around.
A woman wearing a purple halter dress pointed directly at her. Sakura turned around both sides to make sure no one else was behind her. "Little girl," she drawled out slowly, "Just what do you think you are doing?"
'I know I've seen her somewhere before,' she thought as the woman began to advance on her.
'That's Tiffani! Syaoran's girlfriend if I remember, now what the hell does she want with me?'
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A/n: All right, Minna-san.what'd you guys think? Hope you guys liked it. R & R! Make me happy! =D
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