Valkyrie85: Hey guys! Just in case if you didn't read the author's note from last chapter, I am going to repeat the note now. I said that this chapter is going to be updated on a weekly/2 week schedule, meaning every week or every two weeks. So, if you came back last week and didn't find an update, I'm sorry and please don't treat me like a person who does not live up to her words because as of today, this is exactly the second week after the last update. ; ) I hope I'm making sense here, LOL. Anyways, here's the chapter. ENJOY!

Chapter 7


The black Porsche outside was too familiar.

It looked like Syaoran's car, but its appearance in front of her grandparents' house didn't make much sense to her.

Why would he be there? If Tomoyo had told him where she was, the chance of him going after her was almost a zero.

It was probably just someone else's car, she thought.

As she engaged herself in deep thought, the car's engine ignited and was driven down the empty road. She stared after the car before laughing out loud at her stupidity and foolishness for ever thinking that he would be there.

Then, she checked the clock, which said four, before returning back to deep slumber for the rest of the night.


"Good morning, Sakura. You have a visitor," her grandma greeted with a smile as Sakura walked into the living room.

"A visitor?" she asked confusedly. Tomoyo would have called if she planned on visiting her. Other than her best friend, she couldn't think of anyone else who knew her whereabouts. Even the possibility of Syaoran didn't come to her mind.

"Yes," Misaki nodded. "He went outside 10 minutes ago to make a phone call."

Sakura turned around when she heard the front door being slid open. Li Syaoran walked in wearing an Armani shirt, with one hand in his pants pocket. His hair was messy, as always.

"Sorry—" Syaoran wanted to apologize but was interrupted rudely by a shocked Sakura.

"Why are you here?"

At that moment, flashback from 2 days ago began to play inside her head, followed by the image of the car parked outside of the house this morning.

Syaoran smiled dazzlingly at seeing her. However, there was an obvious sign of fatigue in his eyes. "Why else? Of course I had to be here to meet your grandparents," he spoke in a boyfriend tone and flipped her hair with his finger. "We could have come together, you know."

Although his tone sounded convincing, Sakura wasn't fooled. With her back to the old couple, she narrowed her eyes at him.

Syaoran ignored her and bowed to her grandparents. "I apologize. It was a very important call I had to make." he spoke sincerely.

"It's fine, dear," Misaki replied lightly. "We know how busy you are. Why don't you and Sakura sit down. I'll go make some tea to go with the wa-gashi that you went a long way to buy." Misaki rose from the tatami seat and left the room.

Both Syaoran and Sakura sat down on the two empty sides of the square table. Syaoran began to converse with Yamamoto politely, while Sakura discreetly glared at him with suspicion.

Syaoran noticed her glare and seemed to be avoiding direct eye contact with her.

When Misaki returned with a tray of 4 cups, a teapot and a big block of green tea wa-gashi, Sakura asked her grandma loudly, "How long has Syaoran been here for, grandma?"

"About an hour, dear. Syaoran insisted that we don't wake you up," she replied and poured tea into each of the cups. "He is very caring. And kind for buying this wa-gashi ." She pointed at the big block of green, jello-like dessert in front of her as she continued. The brand was, like anything else he would buy, the best one in the market.

"It's nothing, grandma. I heard from Sakura that you and grandpa like to have afternoon tea, so I bought this small dessert," Syaoran said. The fact that her grandparents already let him call them grandma and grandpa, in merely an hour's acquaintance, made Sakura scared.

Until today, Sakura never realized how well Syaoran could act because the next thing that came out of her grandpa's mouth nearly made Sakura faint.

"We hope you can stay for the night, Syaoran," Yamamoto invited. Misaki nodded her head excitedly. Sakura prayed to God inside her head that he wouldn't agree.

Syaoran's smile widened. "Yes, if my stay doesn't bring you trouble. I want to use this opportunity to learn more about Sakura's childhood."

He turned and gave a quick look at Sakura. If her real boyfriend had said that, she would have been slightly touched, but she couldn't do the same for Syaoran because she knew he was just acting everything out in front of her grandparents. As for the reason, it was on the line of convincing the old couple that he and she were together for real and that he was a good man.

"Don't you have to film for your new movie, Syaoran?" Sakura said with clenched teeth and a fake smile.

"Nah. I took 2 days off." He gave her a wink that only she saw.

You just love to torture me, don't you?

"How wonderful."


"This is Sakura and her family," Yamamoto told Syaoran.

The two of them were in the living room looking at childhood photos of Sakura, while they waited for Sakura and Misaki to return from grocery shopping.

Yamamoto was pointing at a photo in the album with four people standing next to each other.

"This is her dad." His finger landed on a man with glasses, in his early 30s. For some reason, the man seemed very familiar to Syaoran. He had a feeling that he'd seen Sakura's dad before, but he just didn't know where.

"And this is her brother." His finger slid onto the next person in the photo. He looked about 10 years-old in the photo and was a lot like Sakura, except his hair was black.

The last person in the photo other than Sakura was introduced with a bit of hesitation. Yamamoto introduced the beautiful lady in the photo with sadness in his voice. "This is my daughter and Sakura's mother. As you've probably heard from Sakura, she died in a car crash 7 seven years ago in New York."

"I'm sorry about that," Syaoran said.

Yamamoto braved a smile. "But God wasn't too cruel. At least he left Sakura with us."

"Yes, indeed," Syaoran replied. His non-hesitant reply surprised himself.

Syaoran studied the photo of Sakura's family members. Looking at her dad again, something clicked inside his head. Her dad was familiar because he must have seen her with her dad back in high school when they had parents' night or something because he really couldn't think of anywhere else that he saw her dad.

"Sakura is very precious to us," Yamamoto began with a warm voice.

"Which is why I have to warn you." The warmth was quickly replaced by coldness. The smile also left his face. "I have seen many reports about you and your scandalous relationships. And I trust that you will treat Sakura sincerely. If you ever dare to hurt her, I will be sure to make you regret."

Syaoran nodded his head seriously. Even though he and Sakura were fake-dating, he didn't wish to hurt her.

"Please trust me, sir. I won't."

Yamamoto was a smart man. He knew honesty when he saw it, and he saw it in Syaoran. For once, he chose to trust someone like Syaoran because he saw sincerity in his eyes.

Yamamoto returned back to the smiling old man from before. "I know Sakura can be very stubborn and unreasonable, sometimes, but please don't take it too seriously. She looks tough on the outside, but she is rather delicate on the inside. Ever since the memory loss, she has been feeling insecure about her life without a past."

Yamamoto released a sigh of grief for Sakura. "She puts on a tough face in order to hide her insecurity. So, please understand her and forgive her misdoings."

"Did the doctor say how many years might her memories return?"

Yamamoto sighed again. "After the crash, the doctor said her amnesia was post-traumatic and the number of years varied. It could be just one years or it could be for a life time."

Syaoran nodded. He felt sorry for Sakura. Having her memory lost must have been an annoying thing, especially when you knew that there was a chance of getting the memories back but without an accurate time.

For the rest of the time, the two of them continued to look through Sakura's baby photos…


"You must have been nervous the entire night and didn't get any sleep because I was in the room across from yours."

Sakura ignored Syaoran's arrogant remark and the smirk on his face. She was planning on doing the same thing throughout the entire ride back to Tokyo, but it seemed impossible because he kept on provoking her.

"I liked your grandparents," he continued. "They are kind people."

Still, Sakura remained silent.

"Especially your grandma. She may be old, but she's young at heart. Wouldn't it be great if all the old people were like that?"

Sakura pretended to look out through the window and wasn't paying attention to him, but Syaoran knew better.

"Next time, we should go to Yokohama together, again."

Finally, Sakura turned swiftly to the side and glared at him. "Honestly, why did you come?"

"I came here to meet your grandparents, of course," he said with a grin at finally achieving the goal of making Sakura speak.

"Funny," she gave a small laugh without humour. "Your true intentions don't match what you've just said."

Syaoran smiled half-crookedly. "Like always, you don't believe me."

"You're right. Like always," she agreed. "So tell me, Syaoran, what's the big plan behind this 'going-to-Yokohama-and-become-fake-girlfriend's-grandparents'-suck-up' shit?" Sakura asked coldly.

"Well, if you really want to know, I might as well just tell you. I'm hosting a press conference this afternoon to clear things up about you, and I needed your grandparents to be the witnesses."

"Press conference. Clearing things up. Witnesses. You make me sound like a criminal going to Trial."

"In a way, you are. We will tell the media that we are dating and that your grandparents approve of me, which they do. Then, they won't say all kinds of negative things about you, anymore. At least, not the ones related to you seducing me."

Sakura glared at him. "How nice. What made you change your mind after you so cruelly told me to live through the rumours quietly because that was part of the contract I signed?"

"All kinds of negative things about you and our relationship will affect the image of Daidouji's company. So, we need to clear up your name and use the opportunity to further advertise our relationship before Daidouji Inc. releases the names of their new spokespersons."

Though his explanation was reasonable and sensible, Sakura still had the suspicion she always had for Syaoran. Like always, she knew there was another hidden motive behind his reasoning that went along with the deal she had with Syaoran. She promised herself that before the end of their deal, she would find out what it was.

"Okay," Sakura said. Overall, she didn't find anything he'd said to her disadvantage, so she wasn't going to complain.


There were two reporters seated in each of the 14 white rectangular tables, with a laptop in front of each of them. Cameramen stood on the sides and at the back of the room, getting ready to film the conference.

As the double doors opened, Hikari first entered. Then, Syaoran, in a white suit, followed after her holding Sakura's hand.

At that moment, camera lights began to flash endlessly.

Sakura couldn't help but cover her eyes from the blinding lights with her free hand. Without knowing, she was already seated in a chair beside Syaoran's. Beneath the table, Syaoran's hand was still glued to hers.

It was probably to comfort her and, at the same time, to remind her not to make a mistake during the conference.

However, making a mistake for today seemed inevitable. For the first time in her life, Sakura felt very uncomfortable in her own skin because she was wearing something completely out of her league, a pink tube dress that rested a bit above her knees. In her opinion, the dress showed too much cleavage.

Other than the dress, her makeup was the second reason that she felt so uncomfortable about. Today, the makeup artist went for a sexy look. She gave Sakura smoky eyes and doll-pink lips. It was a wonder to Sakura how the current image could help her clear her name of a seductress.

Hikari grabbed a microphone and announced, "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming to the press conference today. Now, the conference is going to begin."

Hikari walked towards Syaoran with the microphone and handed it to him.

"Good afternoon. The reason why I'm hosting this conference is to clear up some rumours about Kinomoto Sakura and me," Syaoran said into the microphone in his hand as well as the bouquet of microphones in front of him on the table. Lights began to flash at his introduction.

"We are dating, and the reports about us in downtown are true. We were out on a date in downtown because I wanted to show Sakura around town." He smiled and handed the microphone back to Hikari.

"Now, if you have any questions, they will try their best to answer within the time limit," Hikari said. She handed the microphone back to Syaoran, again.

A lady sitting at the back of the room stood up and asked loudly, "You have never admitted to any of the other relationship rumours, but how come now you are making this one public?"

"First of all, those reports weren't true so I don't see why I had to admit anything. Now I'm making this relationship public because people are going way over-board with trashing Sakura, and I don't like it," Syaoran answered with faked honesty. Sakura knew that he didn't care at all and he was just saying it to save his image.

A young man in the front stood up and directed his question at Sakura, "Considering how Miss Kinomoto is also from New York, did the two of you meet back there?" Flash lights became more desperate at the question.

Sakura's body temperature began to rise. She was so nervous that she couldn't open her mouth to speak. Then, she felt Syaoran's hand squeeze hers lightly.

She quickly blurted out from the memorized script, "No. We met after I came back from New York."

"How did you two meet?" the man pressed on.

Sakura took a deep breath before saying, "His friend and my friend are good friend. When the four of us had dinner one night, we got along very well."

The man satisfyingly nodded and sat down. Syaoran gave her another small squeeze on the hand, indicating success to her answer.

Another man with glasses got up from the first row and asked, "Do you plan on getting married?"

Syaoran felt Sakura's body getting tense.

"Do we, Sakura?" he looked down at her and asked jokingly.

In return, fright appeared in her eyes.

Without an answer from her, Syaoran turned back to the reporters and answered, "Nah. We don't know where this relationship is heading just yet. But, she is very important to me, so I hope that all of you know where your limits are when you write those things about her." He ended the sentence with threat in his voice.

Suddenly, Hikari used another microphone and interrupted quickly, "The conference has now come to an end. Thank you all for coming!"

As Syaoran helped Sakura up from her seat, lights began to flash again. A few of the reporters from up front asked the two of them to pose for the camera.

Syaoran smiled sexily. "Of course." He turned to Sakura and grabbed her face with both of his hands.

Sakura's heart froze at that second. She was too shocked to stop everything from happening.

She couldn't react and just watched as he slowly descended upon her face…


Valkyrie85: OMGGG! SO THEY KISSED? AHA! I bet that's what you're thinking right now! ; ) Thanks for reading! Remember to leave a review...in the review, maybe you could tell me, for example, what kind of scenes you would like to see more of (ex. when Syaoran and Sakura are out having dinner, when Syaoran and Sakura are talking, when Sakura tells her feelings about Syaoran to Tomoyo, when Syaoran tells his feelings for Sakura to Eriol, etc.). Also, you could tell me what kind of scenes you don't give a damn about, so I can make the story more entertaining for you! (Sorry for the language). The next chapter will come out either next week or the week after, and no later ;D

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