Me: finally! i had a little trouble with this chapter, cause i wasn't sure what to do. i think it turned out to be a filler. damn.

Fuu: Emilinia owns no one!

Me: AHH FUU! where did you come from?!

Fuu: nowhere...it's your fault not telling me you had a new story up!

CCS characters: (sweat drop) well...enjoy...

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A Fallen Angel

Chapter 4

Hazy Angel

"Hey, kid! I need a coke, a water, and two margaritas. Now!"

"Yes, Kurogane-san!" shouted back to the spiky black haired man.

"Now, now Kuro-rin. Don't push poor Syaoran-kun so hard."

"You're being too soft on the brat!! And for the last time! My name's Kurogane, not Kuro-rin or any of the other stupid nicknames you've got lodged in that twisted head of yours!"

Syaoran ignored the bickering co-workers as he went to the drinks. After all, he had gotten yelled at enough to last him through the month for not coming to work yesterday. He had thanked the heavens that he hadn't lost this much needed job. And now it was even more essential to keep it, what with Sakura living with him Eriol now.

And I always thought Eriol eats a lot… he thought absently. He had to admit to himself that had become somewhat fond of the strange girl. She was really like a little sister. She was a very innocent soul, who laughed easily and smiled a lot.

But Syaoran thought he sensed a strange sort of loneliness from her. He couldn't explain what it was, why she felt that way, or why he knew it was there. But he did have a subtle feeling that it had something to do with her forgotten past. But he had no proof of that, and the feeling was very subtle.

He blinked and shook his head. What am I doing?! he asked himself. I shouldn't be thinking about that free-loader right now! But for some reason he couldn't get her out of his mind. And when he could stop thinking of her for five minutes, she would creep into his thoughts again.

…What the hell is wrong with me?

"KID!!"

"Coming!"

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Syaoran sighed as he walked through the door. "I'm home," he called. And in the next second, he was tackled. He looked up to see Sakura, smiling like a kid at Christmas.

"Welcome back, Li-onii-san!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks…?" he half asked, half said. The position they had ended up in made him blush slightly. He had been tackled by girls in the past, sure. But none of them had ever knocked him down, lest of all in any sort of 'suggestive' position.

Urgh! Get your mind out of the gutter! She's not even in the right age limit!! And I don't like her that way, anyway! he shouted at himself. He sat up to a sitting position, Sakura still in his lap. She was still smiling brightly up at him, and he could feel his cheeks growing steadily warmer. "Where's Eriol?" he asked.

"Ottou-san has to cram for a coming exam, so he went over Okka-san's house for the night," she explained as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Syaoran still wasn't used to Eriol and Tomoyo being referred to as parental figures. But for that matter, he still wasn't used to being called 'Big Brother' either, so he didn't say anything about it. If it was her preference, he'd just have to live with it. Or at least that was what he told himself.

But this is weird…Eriol never has to cram for exams… But he figured that it wasn't any of his business, so he let it go. If it meant that he would be able to rest in peace, then he didn't care.

He went over to the fridge, looking for something to eat; Sakura followed him. The microwave went off, and Sakura went over to it. He didn't heed her any mind. "I'm going to have to go to the store soon. We're almost out of sandwich meat…" Syaoran muttered absently. Then Sakura tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

He turned to look at the small green eyed girl. She held up a cup of noodles to him saying, "I made them a few minutes ago. Here." He took the ramen from her.

"Thank you," he said stunned. "But what about you? Have you already eaten or--"

"I'm not hungry," she interrupted. She turned, went to sit on the couch, and quietly began to read. Syaoran watched her for a minuet. She hasn't eaten anything while she's been here, though, he thought as he went the silver ware drawer. And she had said that she had made noodles for him; the microwave had just gone off! But Eriol could have told her that… he reasoned. He went over and sat down on the other side of the couch, and continued to watch her. But as the minuets passed, his thoughts became incoherent. He was just watching Sakura read. She was interesting to watch while she read. Her facial expressions would change in accordance to the mood of the story. One minuet she would be put out, the next, smiling with warmth that would rival the summer sun.

"Why don't we go to bed now, Li-onii-san?" He jumped as her words reached into the haze of his mind. She was looking at him now, smiling sweetly. He nodded dumbly. As he got up, he tried to think about what he had been thinking about for the past thirty minuets.

All he could remember was Sakura.

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Eriol: obsession, much?

Syaoran: SHUT UP!

Me: this is Syaoran, remember?

Eriol: ah, true that. true that.

Syaoran: WHAT THE HELL?!

Sakura: please review. and with that: until next time!