A/N: Squee! Update, update!

Syaoran: Short update, bitch. I want more action, more snogging, and more sex!

Authoress: Shut up or else I'll restrain you from touching and kissing Sakura for the next three chapters.

Syaoran: (sniggers) You just don't get any action.

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Chapter Five

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"Kinomoto, you missed a spot."

Syaoran smirked smugly as he passed by Sakura's scrubbing form. She glared at him whilst tugging her short skirt down, annoyed. She huffed as she threw the cleaning cloth in exasperation.

"I quit!" She screamed. "I can't take this place anymore! The mansion, the uniform, and you!" She screeched. "I hate you!"

Syaoran sneered. "Good to see your sanity is still intact."

Sakura scoffed. "I wouldn't count on that considering I work for a nutcase!"

He laughed as he walked towards her. "A nutcase, aye?" He hissed, taking her wrist roughly. "And if so, why are you attracted to a mentally decapitated person like myself?" He pulled her tensed form against his chest.

"I am so not attracted to you," she hissed back, struggling weakly against his strong hands. "So please, stop being a pompous prat and let go!" She pushed but to no avail, he kept his hold.

"Oh," he taunted evilly, his hands slowly caressed her thighs, teasing her. She took a large gulp of air as she felt herself weakening in his arms. "But secretly, you know you really don't want me to."

Sakura whimpered.

"So…" He trailed off, nibbling on her neck as he leaned slightly forward. His fingers slowly rode up inside her skirt and rubbed her against the thin fabric of her silk underwear. "What's the use of restraining yourself?"

Sakura's eyes widened, rational thoughts kicking in. She pushed him away forcefully and growled angrily. "Don't touch me!" She sneered.

Syaoran stumbled back but held his balance. His eyes turned into frustrated slits. "You're in no position to disrespect me like that, Kinomoto. Remember, you're my slave!"

The words stung but Sakura held on. "You're just a juvenile delinquent who doesn't know any better but to quench his sexual hunger!" She screamed. "Pervert!"

Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "Quite, well, I'll be gone for a little while, don't wait up." He turned his back on her and walked away, but not before he heard her say,

"Why would I be?"

He left without a word.

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Sakura looked ready to kill.

Her nostrils flaring and her eyes narrowed considerably. That inconsiderate jerk! She grumbled incoherently under her breath as she continued scrubbing the floor with the cloth.

"I am so not attracted to him… he's not even my type—right? Right!" She argued internally. "It's just a temporary fancy that'll pass… no need to fuss, Sakura."

She sighed in frustration. Right. Because Li was not attractive in the least! His unkempt, unruly brown locks sexily let down to cover his eyes—no! Think unattractive things!—His amber eyes ugly and intense and deep—oh, crap!—fine! He was attractive, appealing; he was a bloody Sex God if ever she knew!

She groaned in exasperation and ruffled her hair carelessly. "What the hell is happening to me?"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Sakura lazily stood up from her uncomfortable position on the ground and went to open the door slowly. She raised a brow.

"Well, well, well…" A blonde drawled, her blue eyes glaring. "Who might you be?"

Sakura leaned towards the door's pane. "I'm the maid here," she answered, "and who the hell are you?"

The blonde raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Ashley Port. Where's Syaoran?" She asked, tucking a strand of her perfect hair. Sakura inwardly scoffed.

"Syaoran? The prat? He's gone. Told me he's to come home late," Sakura muttered nonchalantly. "If there's nothing else, I still need to go back to work."

Ashley laughed aristocratically. "Well, let him know that I dropped by." She waved her hand. "Cheerio, Miss."

And she was gone.

Sakura closed the door behind her soundlessly. Thoughts plagued her head.

She's not his girlfriend or something… is she?

She shrugged.

"I don't care."

Or do I?

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"Oy Li!" Eriol waved. "How are you?"

Syaoran smirked and nodded. "Hiiragizawa," he acknowledged. "Fine, had a bit of an argument with Kinomoto but nothing I couldn't handle." He grinned. "How about you? Are you still pining over that Daidouji chick?"

Eriol slapped Syaoran's back playfully. "You git, I'm already courting her."

Syaoran raised a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah," Eriol smiled. "You should court Kinomoto, Li."

"Why should I?" Syaoran scoffed. "She's already in my power."

"She's the Card Mistress, Xiao Lang." Eriol arched a brow. "She's the second most powerful person after me because she's almost related to me."

"Just because you're the reincarnation of Clow," Syaoran rolled his eyes, grinning. "Well, I don't care. We have the contract and as long as I don't need her anymore, she'll be in debt with me… forever, technically."

Eriol frowned slightly. "What if you fell in love with her?"

"Impossible, Hiiragizawa." Syaoran said. "I'm determined to not let that happen."

Eriol shook his head. "That's going to be one hard task, Xiao Lang."

Syaoran's brows furrowed. "Why is that?"

"You'll see for yourself."

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End Note: Hmm, well, who is this Ashley person? Curious? Get ready for the next chapter! But before that, I must get reviews… I want to reach at least a hundred before I post the next chapter up. Well, cos, you see—I'm not inspired to continue this anymore so please help me!

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