Nervous.

"Ms. Kinomoto! Look here!"

"Here! How about a few poses?"

"Ms. Kinomoto, how is the company?"

"How's your lovelife?"

"Is it active? Do you have a boyfriend? Is he married?"

Now that was funny.

"Ms. Kinomoto cannot answer your questions right now. However, if your questions are those concerning the Kinomoto Group of Companies, we have a whole staff of call center agents that can help you. Our website is available 24/7, and you could direct complaints and concerns to our Services Department. Otherwise…"

Her amethyst eyes blackened. Her smile disappeared and she growled silently,

"…back off."

One of the paparazzi placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"Hey sweetheart, we just wanted a few shots from Miss Kinomoto. Now, seeing as you want some of the action…"

"I suggest you don't touch me, Sir."

Grabbing his hand, she squeezed it with unlabored pressure and grinned.

"We wouldn't want a broken wrist today, would we?"

Her cheerful smile went back on her face as the man jerked his hand away. She waved goodbye to them (with choruses of "I thought she was angry?" raging through the media crowd) and went inside the limousine, where Sakura was waiting.

"Thanks, Tomoyo. I just couldn't find the heart to brush them all away like that…"

"No problem. I've been trained my whole life. My mother's kind of…uhm… media-worthy. You could never be too aggressive with the media. They are the most sinister of all people, but they are much denser than you are, Sakura."

"Yeah…Wha? Hey!"

Tomoyo smiled. Her friend never accepted the fact that she was dense, is dense, and probably will always be dense.

"What I'm saying is, if you don't tell it straight, they'd never get it right. Like perhaps, wanting to be left alone?"

"I suppose so…"

Both sat in silence while watching the "in-ride movie", as Tomoyo always called it. Sakura looked outside and sighed.

"Errrr… Tomoyo? Why the limousine?"

"Why not the limousine?"

"Well… nothing's wrong with it… it's just that…"

Tomoyo took a sip from her glass.

"Just that what?"

"I'd prefer convertibles… Not that I don't like limousines, but it's just that with convertibles, you get to have that free feeling, you know? The wind in your hair and all that jive…"

"Well, with convertibles, you'll also have cameras in your face and media people up your ass."

"Tomoyo!"

"Well it's true! And besides, we're going to an official event. One of your companies is the main sponsor. Which means, you're the star. And stars always ride in limousines."

"Well, not the star exactly… but I guess so…"

"And with that small space, we'd wrinkle our gowns and the winds would most definitely ruin your… thousand dollar…"

"Oh shut up. They made me go there!"

"…hair-do." Tomoyo couldn't suppress her giggles anymore.

"Just shut up, why don't ya?"

"And if I don't?"

"I'll…errr… I'll throw you out!"

"Now now… this is my car, remember? You didn't want to take yours. Ergo, you couldn't throw me out."

"Stupid ergo."

Tomoyo laughed at her friend's childishness. Sure, she might be a Chief Executive Officer. Sure, she might be one of the youngest billionaires in history. Sure, she might be one of Japan's most prominent business figures. But she still was Sakura.

"We could have at least used my Hummer." Sakura muttered.

"Yeap. And we could've at least started World War 3."

"Huh?"

"You know your brother would freak out!"

"Why should he?"

"I don't know… because you make him pay for your gas bills?"

"I left that bill on his tab by accident! Even so, it's not like he's going to have to withdraw money from the bank! He could afford all my gas bills any day."

"Well, sure he could afford it. But I'm more than sure that you could too. And I think that's what bugs him. You know, the fact that you're passing your luxury bills to him…"

"I told you, it was accidental."

"Sure…"

"Oh shut up."

"Sure."

"Hmpf. You. " Sakura grinned. If there was anything she knew, it was that Tomoyo hated to be embarrassed just as much as she does.

"I'm sure Onii-chan understands me. After all, I did help him that time in France…"

"What time in France?"

"You know… When some stranger trespassed into his room and was caught sleeping there... Imagine the shock!"

Tomoyo gasped.

"You know that wasn't on purpose! I never thought I was entering his hotel room!"

"Yeah. And the door to his suite just magically opened for you?"

"It did! And I was so sleepy then, I never thought I pressed the 10th floor button! I thought I was going to the 11th!"

"Ha! Imagine the look on his face when he entered and saw you sleeping… with your pajamas on and everything! Good thing you didn't bring your bedtime teddy bear with you… What was his name? Uhm… Eriol something…"

"Well…"

"Oh my gosh, you did. You did!" Sakura howled with laughter.

"Well I couldn't go anywhere without that stuffed animal!"

"You carry it around in your purse?" Tomoyo's eyes dimmed as Sakura's laughter increased.

"It's not funny! And it's not like as if Touya's a total stranger! Unlike some people… Showering in other people's bathrooms… Pretty unsophisticated, isn't it?"

"I knew you were gonna throw that in my face!"

"Imagine that poor family, just trying to get away from life's daily stress. And boom! They had you as a welcoming party!"

"Come on! I wasn't naked, the family understood, and I had my shower! There wasn't any problem…"

"Yeah. Until you realized that you left your "I heart bunnies" t-shirt and had to sneak back in to get it!"

Roles are now reversed as Sakura's eyes widened.

"I happen to love that shirt. And dude, I was filthy! I couldn't go inside the hotel up to my room covered in gunk!"

"Why were you covered in gunk anyway?"

"I was hiding in a…uhm…"

Tomoyo grinned.

"A what? Sorry, I couldn't hear you…"

"A trash bin, okay? I was hiding in a trash bin because I saw Onii-chan talking to a girl! That didn't happen everyday and I wanted to take a picture of it without being seen! The only way was the trash bin!"

"The great Sakura Kinomoto, hiding in a trash bin? That's gotta be something funny."

"Well at least I didn't try to ride the airport's luggage conveyor!"

"How did you know that?"

"So it's true? I never knew Yamazaki could tell the truth for once."

"Why that little twerp! Chiharu better hide him well!"

"Why? Practically the whole high school saw your picture!"

"I have a picture?"

"Now, Tomoyo. You didn't think you were the only one who knew how to use a camera, did you?"

Sakura laughed at her friend's flushed face.

"Well I'm sorry for wanting to try it. What could I do? It looked like fun! I'm sure I speak for every child and every child-at-heart when I say that."

"So what are you saying? I'm old?"

"I never said that. But since you think so, I wouldn't disagree now, would I?

"Excuse me, Miss Daidouji, but just in case you haven't noticed, you're older than me."

"Well, I'm young-at-heart."

"You're just childish."

"Like you aren't."

"I am not!" Sakura stuck her tongue out at her.

"Oh yeah, Miss Kinomoto. Really mature."

"Whatever."

"Ha."

" 'Ha' what?"

"Nothing."

"Miss Kinomoto, Miss Daidouji, we have arrived."

"Thanks Mike. We'll call when we're done. Until then, you're free to go anywhere."

"Alright. Thank you, Miss Daidouji. Call me if you need anything."

"Will do. And Mike, call me Tomoyo. I don't like Miss Daidouji, it makes me feel old."

Tomoyo smiled.

"I understand, Tomoyo."

With a last smile, Tomoyo and Sakura prepared to go out. Knowing their popularity, it's practically like going into a cage of hungry hyenas.

"You ready, Sakura?"

"You bet, Tomoyo."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Deep breath."

"Deep breath."

"Here we go."

Smug.

Syaoran hates these kinds of events. They're just pathetic excuses for people to brag about what they have accomplished. Unless you're one of those proud, bratty people, you wouldn't enjoy these.

"Syaoran! You know the word 'smile'? You could actually do that."

"Buzz off, Eriol. Just because you can't remove that grin from your face doesn't mean everybody can't. What did you do to that, anyway? Superglue it to your face?

"Ha. Funny. Too bad nobody's laughing."

"Can't we get away from here? Let's go bowling instead!"

"Tell you what. You plaster on a smile and we go bowling later."

"And…?"

"We stay there until 4 in the morning."

"Deal."

"Pffft. Immature weirdo."

"Who are you calling a weirdo, Mr. I-thought-the-bowling-ball-was-light? "

"Well, I did. And everybody discovers stuff, I just discovered that a bit later than usual."

"You're just slow."

"No I'm not. You are."

"How am I slow?"

"Oh come on. You thought turtles couldn't swim!"

"That was back in grade school. How can you not get over that?"

"Because I knew that ever since I knew what a turtle is. You, on the other hand, were afraid to place the turtle in the water for fear that it would drown." Eriol chuckled.

"Shut up."

"Anyway, come. Let's go meet the guests."

"Why?"

"Because that's the ethical thing to do."

"Stupid ethical."

Eriol couldn't help but grin at his best friend. Sure, they have differences and sure, they weren't really what you expected to be best friends. But they were, and sometimes they couldn't help but think how they can stand each other. Their other friends can't seem to stand them when they put their heads together and do what boys do: mischief.

"Come on! Look, there's Meiling. I'll come get her."

Syaoran's lips curved into a smile. Meiling was his cousin, but more importantly, she was one of them. They were the 3 Musketeers, if you will. It was like she was one of the guys. She had as much mischief in her blood as Syaoran and Eriol, sometimes even combined.

"Meiling! How come you're so late?"

"Syaoran! How come you don't know that girls take a longer time getting ready?"

"You're a girl?" Meiling narrowed her eyes at her blue-eyed friend.

"Hiiragizawa. Surprised?"

"Quite a bit actually. Hard to believe."

"Yeah. Especially after I beat you in fencing the other day."

"What? You did not! I… I let you win, obviously. I wouldn't hurt a girl—"

"And now you admit I'm a girl. Come on, boys, and let's eat. I'm starving!"

The boys followed suit, with Eriol muttering,

"Damn you, Meiling."

/ / So, what do you guys think? Should I continue? What I have in mind is well, interesting. :)). / /