OF SUAVE BUSINESS MEN AND EFFICIENT SECRETARIES Author Janna
Anime Card Captor Sakura
Genre Romance/ Business
Pairing Syaoran Li X Sakura Kinomoto
Rating T
Disclaimer
I do not under any circumstance own the cast of Card Captor Sakura. Sole property rights go to Clamp. Go talk to my lawyers if there is a problem ;P
I own only the plot and the new characters introduced during the course of the story.
I'm just a poor person trying to create my story with the existing characters from Clamp's show, Card Captor Sakura. (wipes tears) Sole property rights go to Clamp. The standard disclaimers apply.
Summary
Secretary of a tycoon, Sakura, helps her boss Syaoran realize that there is a world outside other than business, accounts, profits and more business. In a unexpected way. For a pleasure read. Enjoy the mushiness.
Of Suave Business Men And Efficient Secretaries
CHAPTER 7
Dinner Date and Kaya Trouble
Previously
Syaoran was sure that this was not the only surprise he was going to get that evening and found that he couldn't wait to find out.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Just wondering how blind I must have been not to see you when you were there with me for so long and how no man has snapped you yet."
"You should know flattery isn't very becoming" Sakura replied reproachfully, but on the insides, she was screaming with joy with the thought that the stoic unemotional clever idiot of a man had finally noticed her.
"It isn't flattery when the statements are true"
Okay. Nothing was going to dampen her feelings that evening.
Absolutely nothing.
Present
They chose to ride in his BMW 750Li, which had been previously delivered by Syaoran's chauffeur, Wei. It was deep green and sleek, efficient and swoon worthy, literally screaming Syaoran. Go figure.
The interior was chocolate brown, with the state of the art sound systems and sophisticated flicks and buttons covered the front panels.
It was the ultimate boy toy.
He had personalized the entire inside so thoroughly that it took her a second to believe that it was a 750 Li.
Wow. And to think she thought that herbrother was crazy!
They spent the journey to the restaurant in silence, surprisingly, and it was comfortable to say in the least, Sakura noticed.
She switched on the radio half way down the way and the first song to play was a traditional folk which literally blared through the speakers.
To Syaoran's utter amazement, she started singing along, the lyrics of the song apparently known to her by heart and she wasn't a least bit off tune.
And she had a beautiful voice.
And she looked as comfortable as humanly possible and not a bit out of place singing along with an unheard of folk song while being dressed in an evening gown, all elegant and graceful. The irony of the situation made Syaoran grin wryly. Her hands were clasped daintily and her head was bobbing enthusiastically, her foot was tapping rhythmically. Irony, indeed.
'That careless grin has just taken off ten years of yours, you know?'
He turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised in question, the lazy grin still plastered on his handsome face.
Sakura shook her head, a ghost of a smile bordering full blown laughter was seen etched on her face. She stared out of the window seemingly to look at the scenery of tall buildings, while in fact, she was looking at his reflection which was seen against the glass.
He was shocked by the care free attitude she carried herself with him around, the unhurried approach to dinner for which another woman would have probably been too star-struck to think a sensible thought. Not that he was boasting or anything…
After the song finished, she changed the stations and this time was greeted by a melody, which she knew. Again.
'Is there any particular song which you don't know?'
'My mom was a musician. She encouraged us, I mean Touya and myself, to listen to music no matter the genre, or artist. She was a resident pianist and singer' she replied, in a way of answer.
'And I see she has passed on her talent to her daughter'
'Oh. Not only me. You haven't heard Touya sing, have you?'
'Wait a minute. Touya sings?'
Looking at the utter disbelief written and highlighted on his face, Sakura burst into laughter.
Struggling to control her laughter and brushing tears from her eyes, she said, 'Yes. He does. As in sings. As in melodies.'
'Melodies! Let me get the facts straight. Touya, Touya Kinomoto sings, sings, melodies, melodies' His outrage was priceless.
His speechlessness was enough to send Sakura over the edge. Gasping for breath, she still found it hard to quell the laughter which bubbled up after a few minutes. Syaoran was still too astonished to react.
Controlling herself with enormous will, she fell silent momentarily.
'Thank you Madam, for that interesting information. I will personally make sure that it is put to good use'
The thought of Touya being black-mailed and teased, made laugh all over again.
'I think you'll also like to possess some video evidences of the crime?'
'Definitely' Syaoran looked like a kid in a candy store. He was all but jumping around with excitement.
After a moment, he looked at her suspiciously. 'My reason to torment him is because he is my brother-in-law. And that you hardly ever find dirt on him, that I want to put every single dust particle to good use. Whats your excuse?'
'He is my brother. Need I say more? ' Sakura raised her eye-brows.
'Ah. Yes. It is your god-given right and duty to make his life a resemblance of hell.' He noted with a touch of irony.
'Had experience?'
'Try Fanran, Fuutie, Feimei and Sheifa. Plus Meiling.'
'Ahh…'
'And I have this weird feeling that you are going to join the Wicked Witches of the West' He glanced warily at the woman beside him. He could practically hear the wheels turning inside, and he didn't like the calculative speculation in her eyes. Uh oh…
The rest journey to the restaurant was spent with both of them snickering about something or the other whilst trying valiantly to pretend hold a proper conversation between two sane people, failing miserably considering the fact that they were still hopelessly laughing when the car was pulled to a stop, before the restaurant.
They finally reached their destination, both were relatively sober, each in each other's thoughts, each in each other's mind, and they silently followed the maitre d to their reserved table, which was fairly private, secluded to the rest of the place by a fountain with a complicated bamboo shaft waterfall arrangement.
They ordered their wine - a Vintage 1993 White and the waiter took his leave.
The next hour was a blur to Sakura. All though she knew that they were of a similar mental frequency, it still amazed her to find that they had a lot in common and that in spite of his knowledge, authority and status, he was quite ready to accept her views and thoughts on all fronts, without snubbing with a biting retort, listening to her patiently, pointing out the various details without vanity.
For all of her questions he had an answer and he in return stated things which fully utilized her brain capacity to string out a reply. It occurred to Sakura that while she had just wanted a casual fling with him, she now wanted everything.
He unquestionably stretched her mind, picking on the weak points of her arguments, an unnerving ability which left her in silent awe, and the intelligence which radiated from his glance, a sharp edge to his words and she understood exactly why he was the most feared and respected in the board room.
He spoke with a sense of humour, very hard to find and actually knew of the facts. He could speak on a variety of things without getting lost and Sakura finally glimpsed the man who ran a multi-million dollar enterprise with an iron hand, the family man with emotions– the doted son, the enigma of a brother, the supreme uncle.
The faces he wore to the people around him, she could easily see through those facades and she felt a deep stirring need to actually know the man sitting before her.
In Syaoran's side, he was surprised to see that she actually could keep track of his words and also reply accordingly with an intelligence which was by far the best he had seen so far. She was versatile over many topics and she spoke without inhibitions, firmly believing her views and argued thoroughly, clearly enjoying the battle of wits.
Sipping his wine, he looked at her as she spoke, her hands deftly using the silver-ware while talking to him. She looked at him right in the eyes and it seemed like she was almost daring him to disagree. He knew he was getting into deep waters, but couldn't stop himself for the love of life. He knew he liked her senseless, but the feelings he felt for her was completely different from what he had felt so far with anybody in his life.
He hadn't enjoyed matching wits with anyone so much since the invigorating days of university when the evenings had passed in intellectual bouts that had both stirred and excited him. His mother was yet another person who taxed his mind and Sakura strongly resembled her. He chuckled at the thought.
But it seemed that the evening was too good to be true.
They ordered dessert, Syaoran going in for salad with ice and Sakura went in for a chocolate truffle.
As she spooned in her first mouthful of the cake, she literally fainted at the heavenly taste. Just as she was about to have her second, a blaring fragrance of a perfume wafted towards their table.
Both of them involuntarily straightened as a familiar voice interrupted the comfortable silence.
'Well, well, well, what do we have here… Syaoran! It's been so long!' the fake voiced surprise made Sakura want to curl her toes in fury.
Syaoran stood up politely and drew out a chair for the new arrival, with a smile, but his eyes were hard. Sakura's hands wouldn't stop trembling. She covered the fact by laying them on her lap, both fisted into a tight ball.
'Kaya. How do you do? It has been long' his voice didn't betray any of his feelings.
But Kaya's concentration was on Sakura, greedily looking at her, mentally calculating.
Clearing his throat, he said, 'Kaya, meet Sakura and Sakura, this is-'
'Oh, We know each other Syaoran.' Sakura said, her free attitude had morphed into a cool, collected woman., who meant business.
To be continued…
A/N:
Hey.
Likey?
Please review!
I know it has been a BLOODY long time, but I was suffering from a writer's block. Serves me right for not sticking to the original script.
There is going to be one last chapter after this, max two, but most probably one, and an epilogue.
Ducks the rotten eggs and bad tomatoes. The next chap will be out by three days.
SORRY!!! But please review!!!
Eight pages for the record.
Originally 17, but broke it for two chaps coz, time is of constraint to me.
NOTE: I WILL REPLY TOO ALL REVIEWS AFTER THE STORY IS COMPLETED.
PLEASE R & R PEOPLE!!!!!!
AND MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP!!! 18th NOV!!!!
Thnx much,
Janna. =)
