Unfaithful
Chapter 11: Why

Syaoran,

Why…

Why did you leave that day? You left me alone and I had no way of ever contacting you again. Why? I know I told you to leave, but I didn't think you'd actually follow through. And even though I said I hated you and told you I didn't love you anymore, the truth is...I couldn't even if I wanted to. No matter how much I wanted to despise your every existence, I never really could hate you. We were perfect in an imperfect situation. We faced so much before—things worse than what we're going through now. I didn't think that something so beautiful could destroy a love I thought was strong.

For months and months, I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop thinking of you and the trauma of your departure. I was so sad, so depressed, that I ended up dropping out of school. I couldn't concentrate; everything reminded me too much of you. We were supposed to go to college together and live a happily ever after. You promised me that!

My father had me going to the top therapists in the city and no amount of visits could ever heal the pain. I doubt you could even understand the pain I felt between our families, forcing me to give our son away and you disappearing. The pain right now is still almost unbearable.

My baby…our son…was taken from me. I can only remember just a glimpse of his face. It's so bleak…I cannot remember if he had my eyes or yours. I can't even remember his first cries! The only memory evident in my brain was intense, sharp pain…the worst pain imaginable…that nearly killed me. The time when I broke my leg was probably the worst moment of my life—up until I was in labor prematurely.

I would dream of you, standing beside me, holding my hand tightly and encouraging me to push. I thought that such memory would be so surreal, up until I woke up and Tomoyo told me that you never came.

How could you be so selfish? I was having OUR child! You were supposed to be there for me! You were supposed to be there! And you weren't….

Did you know I was in a coma for three days? That I suffered a cardiac arrest on three different occasions when the doctors were trying to stabilize me?

Did you even love me?

Okay, okay, I know it sounds stupid because I know you did. No one has ever loved me as much as you did…not even now, and so, it goes back to my first question: why? Why did you do what you did? If you loved me, how could just vanish and leave me so…crushed?

I really loved you, Syaoran…to the very core of my soul. I'd give up the entire world for you. And yet, the very person I thought could never hurt me so badly was the very same person I was willing to give the rest of my life to. How could you hurt me?

Syaoran stared at his laptop with mixed emotions. He knew he hurt Sakura, but he never knew the extent of her pain. Angrily, he swiped his laptop away from his bed, running his fingers through his ruffled hair. I never wanted to hurt you, He thought, as his face fell into the palm of his hands. I never wanted to leave.

Syaoran slowly found himself walking down the quiet, long corridors to his mother's Tea Room. Approaching the double doors, he knocked.

"Come in." Came his mother's soft command.

Entering slowly, Syaoran quietly sighed as he watched his mother regally sitting on the sofa, with a cup of tea held daintily in her hands. "You wanted to see me, Mother?" Syaoran asked.

"Yes. Have a seat." The eighteen-year-old obliged, sitting across from her. "Wei tells me you are lacking focus in your studies and are refusing to listen to your tutors."

The news came as no surprise. Since his return to Hong Kong a month ago, he was too distracted to even think about school. The pain of leaving his true love behind tore at him daily. The nightmares of Sakura suffering on the hospital table, desperately calling his name haunted him. And when he couldn't sleep, his thoughts focused on Sakura. He constantly wondered about her wellbeing. Desperately, he wanted to call her and beg for her forgiveness, but his mother had forbid all contacts to the Kinomotos. It was for the best, she said, but was it really?

Besides, even if Syaoran tried to call Sakura or email her at least, he was magically bound by his mother's orders to leave the emerald-eyed maiden alone. Yelan made sure that her son could never disobey her.

Since then, Syaoran's entire demeanor changed. No longer was he the bright and studious young boy he was before leaving Hong Kong. There was some sort of darkness around him and the look in his gorgeous hazel eyes were cold and stoic. It pained the eternally beautiful mother of what became of her only son, but it was necessary. It was for his own good—a notion that Syaoran cannot and will not understand.

"My apologies, Mother. I suppose I'm still adjusting now that I'm home once again." Syaoran's calmed voice was devoid of any emotion. "However, with all due respect, I really have no need for the tutors given that there is more than a handful at the university and all at my disposal."

"Is that so?" Yelan asked rhetorically. "Your focus is essential to your Ascension, son. You have no need to push away those who desire to help you achieve your goal."

"You mean your goal. Is that correct?"

"Xiao Lang…" Yelan nearly gasped at Syaoran's sharp tone. She composed herself, placing the teacup on the table. Dark eyes stared solemnly into a pair of cold, bitter hazel ones. "I can understand that you are still upset about my decision, Xiao Lang, but please understand that you have responsibilities here."

"Is that all you can think about? You care more about this stupid clan than your own son?!"

"You will not talk to your mother that way!" Yelan chided, prompting the eighteen-year-old, to rescind his vicious remarks. "Xiao Lang, you knew you would have to return home eventually. It was just a matter of time."

"But not without her!"

A frown graced his mother's beautiful countenance. Her son was really a stubborn man. "Do you really think Sakura would be willing to go with you, Xiao Lang? To throw her life away to selflessly serve yours? Are you really that self-centered to even consider such a notion?"

It was a question Syaoran found himself unable to answer. Syaoran, without a doubt, knew he loved Sakura. He loved her so much that he'd probably make the decision for her by staying in Japan, going to college with Sakura, even marrying her. The dreams of them having a happily-ever-after seemed to be only just that: a dream.

"I know this is difficult for you, son, but you have other priorities." She said with such a saccharine, nurturing tone. "Priorities far greater than Sakura—and in due time, you will get over her."

Syaoran growled. He couldn't believe it! Of all people, his mother regarded his true love as just some immaterial, unremarkable girl. Sakura was much more than that. She was his life and to have his mother downplay the girl's significance in his life was truly an insult.

"Get over her?!" He nearly snarled. Syaoran's feelings for the cherry blossom ruled over rationality. Yelan was a woman not to be trifled with. Syaoran knew this better than anyone. His respect for the woman as indisputably one of the most powerful magicians to ever exist was quickly diminishing. "You just don't forget someone whom you had a child with! Especially someone you love!"

Yelan's authoritative look never relented. "I understand your…passion for the girl, Xiao Lang. Truly I do, but my decision still stands. You will not see Sakura any longer. It is best that you move on. What's done is already done. You have to let go."

Syaoran looked down at the floor dejectedly. "I don't want to let her go, Mother. She's all that matters."

"Not anymore, Son." Yelan said softly, although her statement sounded more like a command. "I loved the Card Mistress just as much as you did. Such a beautiful light she was and forever she will be another memory." She stood up, prompting her son to stand before her as well. His nearly six-foot figure towered over small fame. Truly, her son has grown. Syaoran, on the other hand, couldn't even have the galls to look into his mother's eyes anymore. "Training begins tomorrow at dawn. Not only will you learn the aspects of the Li companies, but you will also diligently master various techniques to ascend in the position as the leader of the Li Magical Dynasty while also pursuing your academic studies. I expect nothing less than greatness from you, Xiao Lang."

"What if I don't want to be great? What if it's not what I want?" He challenged.

"This is your destiny, Xiao Lang." His mother replied. "You have a duty to fulfill. Do you understand?"

Syaoran nodded solemnly. His face was hard, but the look of defeat was unmistakable in his eyes.

"Understood." He muttered despondently.

The buzz of Syaoran's cell phone interrupted his reverie. He looked to his left where the phone idly laid on the nightstand. Reaching over, he saw who the caller was.

Call from Li-Na "Hello?" He greeted after pressing the answer button.

"Xiao Lang!" A bell-like voice said on the receiver. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Li-Na. Why'd you ask?"

"Well, earlier today you sounded a bit...upset. I'm just checking on you is all."

"Everything's fine." He said, stretching. He glimpsed at his clock. "It's late. I'd thought you'd be asleep at this hour."

She giggled. "Midnight bathroom break. I figured you would still be slaving over your desk or laptop, so I decided to call."Syaoran grinned. If there was anything he appreciated about Li-Na was how thoughtful she truly was. "Was today okay?"

"Everything's great, but it's the not the same without you here. I've no time for myself anymore."

"It's only been a week since I left." He said, grinning. "You couldn't be suffering that much."

"You know nothing, Xiao Lang!" Li-Na pouted. "I can't wait till Sunday!"

"Neither can I. The house is being furnished as we speak. Everything will be ready when you arrive."

"Yay! This is so exciting! So, are you really ready to give up your pent house for a home with me in it?"

"Now that you've mentioned it, I don't know anymore…" He pretended to ponder.

"Xiao Lang!" Li-Na pouted, earning a chuckle from Syaoran.

"I'm just kidding." The twenty-three-year-old smiled. "On a serious note though, in the times I've known you, you became one of the most important people in my life. Without you, I don't think I could've made it this far." Syaoran then kicked his shoes off as he settled back in his bed still fully dressed.

Li-Na yawned, "Oh Xiao-Lang, you give me too much credit! I was just trying to help is all."

"I always give credit where it is due." He said softly.

"I miss you, Xiao Lang. Believe it or not, I'm pretty lonely with you. It's just not the same."

"So do I, Li-Na." Syaoran nodded. "So do I." There was a brief pause before he spoke again. "Go get some sleep, okay? And take care of my heart for me."

"I always do." Li-Na giggled. "I'll call you in the morning. Rest well." "I will. Night, Li-Na."

"Night."

Syaoran sighed as he ended the call. Looking over his laptop screen where the email resided, the chestnut-haired Adonis exhaled heavily before clicking on the reply button.

Sakura,

I'm sorry…

~~~ooo~~~

Friday morning arose and there would be a lot to do. Sakura rolled out of bed slowly and into the shower, wondering if she should really tour Tokyo with Tomoyo and the others. Sometime in the evening, everyone would be checking in at the Park Hyatt in Shinjuku. Tomoyo and Meiling agreed to travel by the train since it would be more relaxing and less conspicuous given the girls' notoriety in the city. Friday would the start of an unforgettable weekend. There would be laughter, dancing, drinking, and quite frankly, Sakura wasn't sure if she should be really in the mood for it.

Yesterday was such a long day. After the dinner with Tomoyo and Eriol, she had gone to the office to write the email before going home, which was a little after ten o'clock. Afterwards, she finished the laundry and accompanied Kenji. As badly as she wanted to tell him about her unable to have children, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yet. The timing wasn't right, not with the acquisition currently taking place. On top of that, Kenji came home slightly sour. Apparently, the meeting exhausted him mentally since it took nearly forever to come up with a mutual decision. Definitely, she couldn't tell him just yet.

As she was getting dressed, thoughts of Syaoran surfaced. Did he get her email? Did he even bother to read it? She recalled from looking at the computer screen how tears couldn't stop falling. She paused several times, reliving each daunting moment that led to their breaking up. Admittedly though, it was most liberating. She was able to express all that she needed to say and truthfully, there were no regrets. Maybe, just maybe, this was the stepping stone of finally coming to peace all that's happened.

The sound of Kenji calling her name and entering the bathroom broke her reverie.

"Uh yes, darling?" She answered.

"I'm heading out." He told her. "You should hurry it up before you're late."

Sakura rolled her eyes, groaning inwardly. "I know, I know. It would have been nice if you woke me up too."

"Not my responsibility." Came his blunt answer. "You're an adult, love, and it's time we shake that bad habit of yours. I figured if I stop waking you up, maybe you will get up on time yourself. Be independent for once."

"Do you always have to make things so difficult?"

Kenji smiled. "On the contrary my dear, I'm just teaching you a lesson. Well, I'm leaving now."

"Wait!" Sakura briefly peeped out of the shower stall. Her hair is still covered with foamy shampoo. "Why you're leaving so early?"

"Unlike that cousin of his, Li always arrive at work early, so I'd like to be there before he gets in. He's not too keen on his employees being M-I-A when needed."

Sakura nodded understandably. "Oh. Of course."

"Tomoyo said you're spending the weekend with her."

"Yes." Sakura said, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair before turning it off. She stepped out of the shower stall, wrapped in a white towel. She looked at Kenji standing there in his tailored suit and tie. "I'll be back Sunday."

"I see." He said. Unbeknownst to Sakura, a rage of jealousy coursed through him. He really didn't like the idea of his wife leaving with her meddling friends, but if he stopped her, there would be hell to pay from those girls. Just the thought of that violet-haired wrench and ruby-eyed bitch was getting under his skin. They were poisonous to his darling, feeding her ludicrous bullshit about him and his needs. Those girls were no good and someday, they will be out of his hair. It's just a matter of time before something transpires. In the meantime, he'll let his darling have fun—for now. "Well make sure the house is in order before you leave. And don't forget that my job is hosting a charity ball the day you're coming home, so I'll need you to be ready in time for that too."

That's right. She almost forgot. Like an obedient wife, she nodded and simply smiled. "Not a problem."

"Good." He finalized, giving his wife a sweet peck on her lips. "See you in a few days. Don't have too much fun, okay?"

"S-Sure." Sakura stammered, crimson hues appearing brightly on her cheeks. "Thanks."

After getting ready, completing chores, and packing her things, Sakura rushed into work in a short pink sundress and matching pumps. There Tomoyo was, sitting in the office and reviewing some sketches submitted from her other designers. "Hey there, Tomoyo." She greeted with a smile.

Tomoyo looked up and smiled back. "Glad to see you finally made it."

"So sorry 'bout this." Sakura replied sheepishly. "Kenji didn't wake me up like he normally does. He decided now would be a good time to teach me a lesson about responsibility—or so he says."

"He's such a bother." Tomoyo commented dryly, pushing her hair over her shoulder. "You look cute today."

"Thanks. So do you. As always" The white line dress and red headband did fit Tomoyo's slender figure.

"I have a lot to do before we leave out for the weekend."

"Same here. I'll be in my office if you need me."

Tomoyo nodded. "Sure. Do you feel like doing lunch together later today? I'm treating."

It was the second time Sakura blushed today. "I'd love to, but I can't. Kenji forgot his lunch so I'm bringing it during my break."

Sakura sighed as her best friend relaxed against the seat, rolling her eyes. "I suppose. You have to do what a wife has to do."

It took every ounce of willpower to not retort at Tomoyo's sarcasm. "Well, yeah, I guess we can do it another time." She said, making her exit to her own desk.

Beginning her usual routine, Sakura turned on her computer. There were a few emails that needed responding, but what caught her eye and her breath was Syaoran's name.

New email from Syaoran Li

He responded back! Sakura thought, a mixture of excitement and fear bubbled in her stomach. Her heart raced the moment she clicked on the message.

Sakura,

I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry for causing you so much pain. I never wanted to hurt you. Ever. You're the most important person in my life and leaving you hurt me more than you know. There's not much I can say about my actions except that I should have fought harder for the both of us. I shouldn't have allowed your family or mine to dictate our decisions, but I failed you. I failed us.

I regret leaving you every day of my life and now all I can do is to ask for your forgiveness. I know you've moved on and honestly, I'm happy that you are. I'm happy that you're happy. Better yet, I'm happy he fixed what I destroyed. Even though I'm not particularly fond of Kenji and why you'd even choose someone who's really no good for you, I have no choice but to accept it. I'm not in a place where I can say that I'm any better than he is anyway.

I'm truly sorry for leaving you to have our son alone. You have to understand that being with you is everything I wanted…but I was forced away. I know I could've fought back. I should have. It was my duty to and instead, I became a coward. I've let you down…

I know I shouldn't ask to have you back in my life, but I miss you. I'll do anything to have you back, even as a friend and nothing more.

Tears threatened to fall as she slowly gazed at each word. With each sentence, she heard his anguish and his passion. She saw the sincerity and the utmost pain in that email. He wants my forgiveness. He misses me, she realized. Hesitantly, clicking the reply button, Sakura's fingers grazed over the keyboards. Her heart and hands spoke for her with a simple reply.

Syaoran,

I miss you too.

She slowly exhaled and finally clicked on the send button. The knock on the door crashed her back to reality. There came a young man, dressed casually in jeans and a button-up shirt holding folders. "Hello, Miss Sakura!" He greeted with a cheerful grin.

"Hi, Jin." Sakura replied, smiling.

Jin's blue eyes blinked with curiosity. "Are you okay? You look upset."

"Everything's fine!" Sakura insisted. "Just a little something in my eyes is all."

The twenty-something-year-old man nodded. "Oh okay. These are the face shots for the models for the fashion show. I need your final approval before I start preparing the order."

"Sure. I'll work on it now. Thanks."

Jin nodded before making his exit. Sakura opened the folder and began sifting through the photos of models. Each of them is glamorously beautiful, in many varieties, race, color, and ethnicities. There were so many to choose from, but only few will be hired to walk the runway on Tomoyo's line. Sakura sighed, as it would take more than just one person to make some decisions. Besides, Tomoyo was better at this than her anyway. Sakura really didn't have the heart to tell anyone no.

Before she could even contemplate on the photos, Sakura's computer beeped. Her eyes widened as she saw a new email message from her old flame.

New Email from: Syaoran Li

Knowing that you miss me means a lot to me. It really does. Could you ever forgive me?

Sakura leaned back in her chair. That was a question she also pondered. Could I really though? Like I never heard that before. Sakura smiled as she bit her bottom lip. Old memories came to fruition. Always begging for my forgiveness.

"Sakura, you have to stir it faster." Tomoyo instructed, wearing fitted jeans and a sweater that matched her amethyst eyes. Long velvety locks, normally hanging down the center of her spine, was pulled into a ponytail with her bang and forelocks sculpting perfectly around her face.

Across the counter stood Sakura, dressed in a pair of jeans and a green-tank top. Like Tomoyo's, her hair was also pulled into a ponytail. She was supposed to be stirring the batter faster, but she was too caught up in her own thoughts to fully listen to her best friend. Tomoyo noticed it.

"Sakura, you're okay?" Tomoyo asked.

With her thoughts interrupted, Sakura looked up. Her smile is unwavering. "I'm fine. It's just that Syaoran…well…" She wasn't sure how to say it. Syaoran was being a jerk again and she was feeling a bit embarrassed to say it to Tomoyo.

"Let me guess, he's being a big dummy again, huh?" Tomoyo teased. It was as if she read her mind. "How long has it been this time?" Her best friend's rhetorical remark slightly annoyed Sakura. "You two have been ignoring each other for weeks over nothing. Talk about hardcore stubbornness. It's pitiful!"

"What's pitiful?" Came a familiar deep voice entering the kitchen.

Tomoyo turned around and smiled. "Syaoran, speak of the devil."

"Hey Tomoyo." He said with a wink. He walked toward Sakura and his approach was clearly not welcomed.

"Syaoran, how the hell did you get in here? Just go home. I don't want to speak with you."

"You don't want to speak with me?" He repeated, continuing his advances on her. Sakura found herself back against the counter. Peachy cheeks suddenly turned rosy. The contact between them was so close and intense, she could nearly feel his breath on her lips. "Well I want to talk to you."

Tomoyo smiled, quietly observing the beloved couple. Clearly, the two were perfect for each other. Even she could feel that chemistry sparking wildly. She briefly stepped out to give the couple some privacy.

"Go away!" She snapped, pushing him slightly back.

"Come on, Sakura. It's been three weeks. Give me a chance." Sakura was nearly putty as her boyfriend gave her a seductive smile. How long Sakura can last was a question she will soon find out. Her heart nearly pulsed through her ribcage when his hands lovingly and smoothly caressed her arms. "I'm sorry for being a bonehead. Can you forgive me?"

"No!" She replied indignantly.

"Well I'm not taking no for an answer." His fiery hazel eyes gazed soulfully into hers. Like gravity, strong arms pulled Sakura toward him. His body melded perfectly with hers. The sound of their heartbeats pulsed in unison. Gently, he grabbed her chin, tilting her head to him. "I love you."

His voice was like honey. Sakura knew she was fighting a losing battle.

"I hate you." Such words fell on deaf ears.

"I know you do." He teased. His lips softly met hers.

"I mean, I really can't stand you." She said in between kisses. She was falling for it. He was seducing her and Sakura knew it. And to make it worse, there wasn't a damn thing she could about it.

"You're beautiful." It was always words like that to get back in her good graces. Damn, Syaoran was good. Too good. He kissed her once more, igniting a fire in her body Sakura has long missed. "I love it when you're mad at me. It's kind of hot."

Syaoran lifted Sakura up on the counter. She giggled. "Why can't I ever stay mad at you?" Her lips passionately met his once more. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. Let's never ignore each other this long ever again." A trail of hot kisses traveled down her neck. Sakura fought the urge to moan. It was as if the two were alone, engaging in the unthinkable.

"Diddo." She said breathily, feeling her boyfriend's hands roaming under her shirt.

"Hello!" Tomoyo shouted, getting the two blushing teen's attention "Get a room, but I don't suggest staying here. I'm don't think Touya would love to come home to catch you two in action."

The crimson hues became darker as Syaoran helped Sakura off the counter. Talk about a major embarrassment.

"Sorry 'bout that, Tomoyo." Sakura mumbled, still embarrassed. Only with Syaoran, no matter where they are, it would always be a world of just them.

"Don't you have practice, tonight, Syaoran?" Tomoyo asked, turning his attention to the still-blushing seventeen-year-old.

"I do in fact. I'm heading there now. Are you trying to get of me, Tomoyo?" He gave a pouty face that velvety-haired teen found too adorable to resist.

"Oh you'll have all the time with her tonight, so I'm not falling for that trick." Tomoyo teased. "Besides, your girlfriend and I are partners in cooking class and this cake needs to be baked if the both of us plan on getting an A tomorrow. And I'd like a little bit of time with my best friend too if you don't mind."

"Fine, fine. Have it your way." Syaoran chuckled before turning to his girlfriend and pecking her on the cheek. "See you tonight." He winked, patting Sakura lightly on her behind.

Sakura yelped with embarrassment. Wow, Syaoran was never that bold before. Rosy cheeks returned with a vengeance. "Uh yeah. Sure." She stuck out on her tongue. "I still hate you though."

"I'm sure you won't be saying that tonight." He smirked.

"We'll see about that." Sakura laughed.

"See you later. Bye Tomoyo."

"Goodbye."

Syaoran then made his exit. It was now just the two girls. "So, what am I telling your dad tonight?" Tomoyo asked.

Sakura shrugged, continuing her stirring. "Tell him anything you want." The red hues never relented.

Tomoyo smiled. "You both are so hopeless."

Sakura smiled. It was the night their son was conceived. I never could stay mad at him, she mused, gazing at the email one more time before clicking the reply button. Could she ever forgive him? Her response, once again, was straightforward.

Yes.

She clicked send, minimized the window and locked her computer. Sighing, Sakura stood up and grabbed the folder with photos and walked across the hall to Tomoyo's office.

"I need to use your corkboard if you don't mind." She told Tomoyo.

"Sure. Go ahead."

As Sakura began pinning up the photos onto the corkboard walls, some of the photos kept falling to the floor. Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. Only Sakura was that clumsy when she was nervous.

"You're shaking." Tomoyo commented, noticing her unsteady hand. "Is everything alright?"

"I…I…" Sakura exhaled deeply. "I emailed him."

Tomoyo nearly gasped. "You did?!" She nearly jumped for joy.

"I did. And…it feels weird. He asked me to forgive him and…"

"Well, did you?"

Sakura nodded. "I said yes, but I don't know if I truly could. After the both of us confessed how we really felt about what happened between us, things seem a little…weird for me." A sad sigh emitted from her lips. "I guess because I've been so angry with Syaoran for so long that I forgot what it felt like for things to be…okay. We still have a way to go I suppose."

"Well, just take one step at a time." Tomoyo suggested. "Not everything needs to happen all at once. Work it out on your own pace."

"I suppose. The most sensible parts of me hate him for what he did, but I still find myself unable to resist him. It's weird…the pull he has on me is indescribable. Sort of like what you and Eriol have."

Tomoyo's eyes widened, blushing profusely. "Whatever!" She replied, indignant. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sakura chuckled. "Sure you don't."

Tomoyo crossed her arms. "Whatever you say, Sakura." Her cell phone suddenly sounded off. "I need to take this call. Come back in a few minutes so we can go over this selection. That's probably why you're in here in the first place."

"Because you're more of the critical type than I am. It'd hurt me to turn someone down." She giggled. "I'm going down the design room to check out the lineup. I'll be back later."

Tomoyo nodded while responding to the call. Sakura walked back to her office to grab her phone. Her eyebrows rose when she received a text message from an unknown number.

Clicking to open it, Sakura's eyes widened, realizing who the sender was.

It's Syaoran. I have lots of meetings throughout the day. I hope you don't mind me getting your number from Meiling. It'd be faster for me to respond to you this way.

Sakura swallowed as she made her way to the elevator while replying the text.

That's fine. Works better for me this way too.

The trip to the design room was a very brief. There were other designers and top assistants sitting around as if they expected Sakura's arrival.

"Hi, Sakura!" Sharon greeted. "Are you here to review the lineup for Tomoyo? I've been working all week on the last minute alterations that Tomoyo ordered."

"Oh you have? I guess I'll take a look at that too since I'm here." Sakura replied as her phone buzzed. Sakura looked down at the screen. It was Syaoran again.

Syaoran: So after I left, how long were you in the hospital?

Sakura immediately responded back.

Sakura: About two weeks. I had lots of tests ran on me, but the first day, I was given a lot of blood transfusions. What did you do when you left?

Placing her phone on the table, Sakura smiled at Sharon. "I'm finalizing the model selection today. I just wanted to look over the lineup one more time before I do everything else."

Sharon nodded. "I think everything's under control so far. Why don't you have a seat? The designers and I are bringing the outfits right now."

"Sure." Sakura agreed, sitting on one of the stools. Her phone buzzed again. Just as seeing his name appear on her phone once more brought a smile to her face. It was almost like old times. Even thinking about him gives me butterflies. She clicked on the message.

Syaoran: While interning at the Li companies, I had to train very rigorously to become the next leader of the clan. Everything was so intense, much more difficult than when I was a child. Surprisingly, I completed four years of college into two years through an accelerated program offered at a university. It wasn't soon before long that I took my place as CEO of the entire Li Industries, followed by my Ascension a year later. That pretty much sums everything up.

The things that Syaoran had to endure were certainly heartbreaking for Sakura. He really never asked for none of it.

Did you ever think of me?

Syaoran: Every day…nothing was the same without you.

How come you never contacted me?

Before she could view the message, Sharon and the interns rolled out the outfits that will be displayed for the Fashion Show.

~~~ooo~~~

Physically, Syaoran was present; however, his mind was elsewhere—particularly on his auburn-headed ex-lover. Around him were a host of other powerful executives, mostly from the Hong Kong headquarters. Other people attending the meeting were Meiling and her assistant Carla, Kenji, and Minako. The topic on the progress of the acquisition was nothing new. Damn, Syaoaran wished he wasn't so damn conscientious when it came to settling matters of the Li Investment Group.

In spite of his calculating and meticulous demeanor, Syaoran's personal life was the complete opposite. Everything seemed so…chaotic, disorganized, messy. Even then, Syaoran couldn't help but absently drift to the possibilities of where his relationship could go with Sakura. They were speaking again and for the first time since his return, they were civil. Even if he and his ex-lover remained only friends somewhat, or whatever they wanted to call it, just having her remain in his life once more was enough for Syaoran. For once, things seemed to be looking up.

Syaoran's reverie was soon interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. His heart skipped paces as Sakura's name appeared on the screen.

Sakura:
Why didn't you ever try to contact me?

He swiftly entered a response.

It was my mother who ordered me not to contact you. She even used a spellbinding technique to make sure I wouldn't disobey her.

As he tapped the send button, Meiling, sitting to his left, kicked him under the table.

"Goddamn it, Meiling!" He hissed in a voice low enough for only her to hear, glaring.

His cousin feigned an innocent smile. "My apologies, Syaoran, but I really think you need to listen in on this one." She sweetly asked back in the same hushed tone.

He looked to see who she was referring to. An older gentleman at the end of the table spoke up. "There are other investors who are interested in raising the additional eight billion yen in exchange for a higher return."

"How much of a higher return are they talking?" Syaoran inquired.

"It's depends on a number of variations. If we can close the deal to 17 billion yen, assuming the money is raised in time, they would like their dividends to increase to nine percent."

"I think we should take it." Kenji suggested. "Buying this company will guarantee us a higher return if all goes well according to my latest analysis. I don't see any problem with us keeping our end of the bargain."

Syaoran nodded, absorbing in the opinions of his colleagues. "You all have interesting ideas. From what we discussed previously, I'd like to liquidate some of our assets, including that recent investment from one of our subsidiaries. Issuing a few bonds and common stock from our previous dealings in addition to our investors' help will get the money we need. Kenji, I will need you to oversee all the transactions and make sure the money is being allocated accordingly."

"Yes, sir." Kenji said, bowing.

"It sounds like a good idea, but what will we do after the acquisition?" Minako asked, rubbing her swollen belly.

Syaoran turned to her. "What do you mean?"

"There will be a lot of employee-transitioning, especially since the employees at the old company will be working for us now. I know this is an HR issue, but wouldn't we want to make sure that goes smoothly too?"

"That's already been taken care of." Syaoran answered. "Shin, the president of our HR department back in Hong Kong, suggested hosting a welcoming party for the employees once the acquisition is complete."

"A welcoming party?" Meiling asked. "There are over five thousand employees being transitioned here. That's a large welcoming party."

"I beg to differ, Meiling." Laylah politely added. "The welcoming party would be more like a celebratory dinner if anything. Mr. Li promised that after buying the company away from all the other bidders."

"And my word is my bond." Syaoran said. His phone buzzed again and saw that Sakura responded. The meeting he knew was soon dulled out by the text message read in Sakura's voice. The conversation from the progress of the acquisition to hosting a celebratory dinner was carrying on.

Sakura:
I always wanted to hear your voice even if it was for a second. I wanted to hate you, but I couldn't, no matter how much I tried. Even now that you're here, I want to stay angry with you, but it seems that's not possible for me anymore. You know I couldn't stay mad with you even if I was for five years.

Syaoran immediately responded back.

I would have found a way to reach you if I wasn't spellbound. But to be perfectly honest, even if I was free to speak with you, I'd think I'd be too scared of your reaction. I knew you'd be pissed with me.

Sakura:
You're right. I was thoroughly pissed. I despised you so much after that, but now, it seems silly to keep dwelling on the past. What's done is already done now. That's all there is to it now that I think about it.

Syaoran:
So you're going to let it go?

Sakura:
No. It's not that simple. You know that. But, for our sakes, I'll try to be less bitter about it. I must admit, I didn't expect to feel a pull toward you when you returned.

Syaoran:
What do you mean?

Sakura:
You aura. It feels like home. Safe. I missed that. We've always had that—the pull I mean.

Syaoran smiled.

I agree. You are my opposite, Sakura. And the saying is true when they say that opposites attract. Ever since I can remember, I've been drawn to you. And all I can remember is having this intense desire to protect you. How ironic though. That it would be me, of all people, to cause you the most pain.

Sakura:
Well maybe if I wasn't so naïve and oblivious to everything, I probably could have taken better care of myself and I wouldn't need you to protect me so much.

Syaoran:
You shouldn't say that, Sakura. All of those things are what makes you you. I fell in love with all that is you. Your innocence, your naivety…everything. You have a very caring heart. Always putting others before you. I couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend than you.

He yelped when Meiling pinched his arm.

"Earth to Syaoran!" She hissed again in a voice low enough for Syaoran to hear. She was clearly annoyed at Syaoran's absentmindedness. "Are you even listening to anything everyone's discussing?"

Meiling frowned, seeing her cousin look like a love-struck teenager. "Syaoran," She began. Her voice was now audible to everyone in the conference room. "Laylah suggested we do something with the Daidouji Company since it plays a huge part in the culture of the city. Besides, Tomoyo really knows how to throw a company party."

"How did we suddenly move from talks about the acquisition to Tomoyo planning a company party?"

"Since the bid is pretty much guaranteed, why not plan for the party now? With all the expenses going into this buyout, we don't want to pull too much from the cash accounts. I'm sure Tomoyo won't mind. Why don't we call her and see what she thinks of the idea?"

Syaoran nodded, agreeing. "I don't see a problem with it. Go ahead."

"Kenji, isn't your wife is Miss Daidouji's executive assistant?" Carla asked. "I think she does most of the scheduling."

The topaz-eyed man nodded, stretching his arms. "She does in fact. See if you get her on the line."

Meiling dialed Tomoyo's office number from her cell phone and placed the speakers on. The dial tone resonated loudly through the conference room for all members to hear.

A man's voice finally answered after several rings. "Thank you for calling Daidouji Fashions. How may I help you?"

"Hi, this is Meiling Li from the Li Investment Group. Is Sakura Hara available for a call?" Meiling asked professionally.

"She's not in her office at the moment." The caller replied. "I'll see if I can locate her for you."

"Thanks."

There came a slight pause.

"She's never around when you need her." Kenji mumbled, earning a scowl from Meiling. She then looked to Syaoran, who obviously hadn't heard his unnecessary comment."

"Hello Ms. Li, are you there?"

"Yes I am."

"Thank you for holding. I'm transferring you to Mrs. Hara now."

"Sakura Hara speaking." The sound of Sakura's melodic voice caused deep thumps in Syaoran's chest. He swallowed as with faded tints of red spread across his cheeks. Syaoran truly felt like a love-struck teenager.

"Hi Sakura! It's me, Meiling." The Chinese maiden smiled.

"Oh hi, Meiling." Sakura kindly greeted. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm actually sitting in an executive meeting right now and we had an idea. You're on speaker phone by the way."

"I see. Hello everyone."

Everyone present in the meeting room bid her a polite greeting.

"We want to have a joint corporate party after the acquisition is complete and thought it would be a great idea for Tomoyo to plan it. You know, a celebration."

"When do you plan on having the party?" Sakura asked.

Meiling glanced at the calendar. In a week, the acquisition will be finalized, even though it took a little more than eight months to get the offer off the ground. A party a week afterward would be the best timing, if it all goes to according to plan. "I was thinking within two weeks at best."

"Two weeks? I don't think that's a good idea considering that Tomoyo has a lot of priorities right now."

Meiling's eyes widened incredulously. "Why not?" She quickly retorted.

"With the fashion show and a few major projects already underway, I'm not sure if Tomoyo would have enough time to help out. It could be a bit overwhelming for her."

"Can't we work out something? Tomoyo's the best there is!"

"Meiling, you know how busy this time of year is. You, of all people, should know that. I'm sure she told Syaoran that she has been swamped lately. Does he think this is a good idea?"

"Yes!" The two cousins chorused.

"Syaoran, you're there too?"

"Well, I am the CEO after all." He added a little smugly.

"Syaoran, don't you think you're asking a bit much? You know she's being stretched very far lately."

"Aw come on, Sakura. Don't be like that." The dazzling twenty-three-year-old pouted. "Tomoyo's great at handling pressure. What's more one event?"

"Are you serious?" She asked rhetorically, immediately forgetting that prominent executives were also on the phone too. "What the hell is wrong with you? The world doesn't always revolve around you, you know!"

"Sakura," Kenji said firmly. "Show the man some respect."

Syaoran looked up. "She's fine, Kenji." He insisted, silencing the besotted man. "Sakura, I ask you to consider this. I think it will be good publicity for both companies."

"Publicity is not worth my friend's health, Syaoran."

Syaoran rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes!" Sakura scolded. "I know that's exactly what you're doing!"

Meiling laughed as her cousin emitted a tired sigh. He was caught without Sakura having to be there.

The connection between her cousin and his ex-girlfriend was certainly astounding to watch. Watching the two connect so casually boiled Kenji's blood. Who the hell does Syaoran think he is speaking with his wife so casually? In fact, why is Sakura following along? Shouldn't she have enough sense that the phone call is a professional one?

"Sakura, please." He said, trying again. "Don't be so difficult. We really need her help with this one. I mean, it is good for the both of the companies. Not to mention there is some major PR since the Fashion Show is coming up pretty soon."

Sakura sighed, groaning loudly. "Fine." She relented. "I'm only doing this since it's pretty much free advertisement for Tomoyo, so I guess there is some sort of merit after all. Since a lot of money is invested into the fashion show, I guess Daidouji Fashions can save some money with the marketing department."Sakura sighed again. "I hope you know you're a terrible friend for even asking me this. The moment when Tomoyo says yes, you definitely owe me Mister! That goes for you too, Meiling."

 Meiling smiled. "Thanks, Sakura!" She cheered.

"Not a problem, Meiling." Sakura replied, half-heartedly.

"Yeah, thanks Sakura. You're a big help." Syaoran replied appreciatively.

"You still owe me." Sakura teasingly reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, nothing I haven't heard before?" He jested.

Sakura mumbled something about him being a pompous bastard under her breath before addressing Laylah and Carla. "I'll email you the specifics after I talk to Tomoyo. Is there anything else I can do for everyone?"

"No, that's it, dear. You can hang up now." Kenji quickly added, earning himself a glare from Syaoran.

"Sakura?" Syaoran said his glare still boring into Kenji's.

 "Yes, Syaoran?"

"We'll need to know sometime today."

"It'll be done. I'll speak with her after lunch. You and everyone else have a nice day."

Everyone bid their goodbyes to Sakura before finally ending the call.

Syaoran slouched back in his seat as his cell phone vibrated in his hand. It was a message from Sakura.

Sakura:
You just love to take advantage of this caring heart, don't you?

Syaoran smirked.

You have no idea how much.

He placed his phone in his pocket and looked up at the table.

"Wow Kenji, you sure do have a feisty wife." One of the executives jested.

Kenji displayed a plastic smile. "She's doesn't like to give in so easily."

Syaoran then stood up and caught everyone's attention. "I think we are finished for today. Meiling, call me when you get back from the Shi Corp. I want to know what they're presenting. Laylah, I need a printout of everything we discussed today."

As everyone dispersed with muffled conversations filling the conference room, Kenji approached Syaoran. "Sir, may I have a word with you privately please?"

Syaoran obliged, following the finance executive to his office. The door was closed as two men stood together, face-to-face. They both were a towering of over six feet tall. Topaz glared into a pair of hazels.

"Is there something you want to talk about, Kenji?" Syaoran asked.

"I want to apologize for my wife's unruly behavior." Kenji said. "Given your position, she should have displayed more reverence."

"How honorable of you, but you don't need to apologize for that." Syaoran insisted. "Your wife and I have been friends for a number of years and for her to address me the way she does is not uncommon."

"I see where you're going with this, Sir," Kenji began, "but I still don't think it's appropriate."

Syaoran nodded. "It's obvious that you're a very devoted husband and really care for your wife. I am insisting that your wife has done nothing wrong. No need to apologize."

Kenji nodded. "Sure thing. Thank you for speaking with me."

"Not a problem. Now that it's cleared, I'll need a copy of the Cash Flow statements and Statement of Retained Earnings for this quarter. Is there anything else that needs addressing?" He stood up and walked over to the door.

Kenji immediately jumped up. "No, Sir. I'll have everything emailed to you after lunch." He said. Syaoran stood up and walked toward the opening door.

"I'll be looking forward in receiving them then. Enjoy the rest of your day."

Kenji nodded and began logging on to his computer.

Going toward the twenty-third floor via elevator, Sakura immediately bid a few greetings to a few of the employees at Meiling's job. With Kenji's lunch in her hands and down the hallway, Sakura quickly encountered Meiling's secretary in the hallway.

"Hello, Carla!" Sakura said politely.

The American secretary immediately smiled. "Hello Ms. Hara." She slightly bowed. "Are you looking for your husband?"

Sakura sweetly nodded. "Yes I am. I'm just dropping off his lunch and back off to work I go."

"It's down the hall to your left if you remember. Well, I have to get some work done now. It's nice seeing you again. Come by more often."

"Definitely will. See you later."

Following Carla's directions, she eventually found Kenji sitting in the office with tower of papers stacked on his desk. His concentration was soon interrupted when he was graced with his wife's presence, donning her fashionable pink mini-dress and pumps, with a cheerful smile to match.

"I hope you don't mind me dropping in on you like this." Sakura said shyly. "You forgot your lunch, so I figure I'd stop in and bring it to you."

Kenji smiled, standing up. "Well, aren't you being thoughtful today." He said.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier." Sakura's voice was low and meek. She suddenly found her pink pumps more interesting to view than gazing into her husband's expectant stare.

"It's fine, sweetheart." He said, immediately interrupting whatever thoughts she was just about to conjure up. "Just watch your tone with him. I know you're all friends," Kenji's fingers gestured in air quotes, "but he is my boss. A little more respect would be appreciated."

Sakura nodded. "Okay. You're right."

Untying the cloth that enclosed the bento box, all of Kenji's favorite foods were assorted neatly in sections. "It looks delicious." He smiled, pecking butterfly kisses on her cheek and walked over back to his desk. "If it's alright with you, I think I'll eat alone today."

A dejected look made its way to Sakura's beautiful countenance. The sole reason why she turned down lunch with Tomoyo was to spend time with her husband. It won't be till Sunday when she sees him again. It was hurtful for Kenji to put work before her so casually. It wasn't the first time that work came first.

Like a good and obedient wife she is, Sakura sadly relented. "Oh okay. Well, enjoy your lunch. I'll see you Sunday. I love you."

Popping a small rice ball in his mouth, Kenji bid his wife the same goodbyes while typing ferociously on the keyboards.

Sakura sighed as she exited the office. Just as she was about to walk back to the elevator, she nearly stopped dead in her tacks when the very last person she expected to see was Syaoran. A pair of hazel eyes also widened as he stood before the emerald-eyed maiden in pink. Hearts raced and breaths gasped. This was their fourth encounter and even though it was expected that Syaoran would be at the Tomeda branch, just looking at such a strikingly handsome visage stirred a forbidden fire in Sakura. Because she was no longer angry with him, no longer filled with resentment, meeting Syaoran again was like meeting a crush all over again.

"H-Hi, Syaoran." She barely whispered.

"Sakura…" He breathed, astonished. "W-What're you doing here."

Sakura blinked, snapping herself out of a reverie. "Um, I was here to give Kenji his lunch. He's forgotten it. I must get go-"

"Wait!" Syaoran nearly exclaimed, grabbing hold of her wrist. The emerald-eyed girl was sure her heart would leap free from her chest. She turned around, both pairs of cheeks burning brightly with crimson. "Don't leave just yet."

"Syaoran, I've work to do." Sakura quietly insisted, still entranced by his passionate gaze.

"I won't take long. I promise. I-I just wanted to see you just for a little bit."

"But what about Kenji?" Sakura asked. "He doesn't know the truth about us."

"Come follow me." Before Sakura could even ask, she was suddenly dragged away into a vacant office with the doors locked and blinds shielded. They were alone. Just the two of them. The pause between them was most deafening.

"I…I…wanted to ask you something."

"About what?" She tilted her head curiously.

"The email." Syaoran bluntly replied. "Did you really mean it, Sakura? Do you really forgive me, after everything you've been through?"

So, that's what he wanted to speak with her about. That's no surprise. "I…I really don't know yet to be perfectly honest with you. I just know I don't feel as angry anymore. It's going to take me a little more time."

Syaoran smiled, relieved. "It's a start." He lovingly grazed her skin with his fingers. He always loved the feel of Sakura's baby-soft skin, especially when it was wrapped around him. "You are beautiful. You've always been."

Sakura gasped at his confession. Her face by then was flushing with embarrassment. "Thank you." Then she smiled back at him, tenderly holding her hand with his against her cheek. "I can certainly say the same for you. You haven't changed a bit, Syaoran."

"In many ways, I have." Syaoran said. "I'm not the coward that I used to be."

"Nor am I the innocent girl you once knew."

Syaoran nodded with understanding. "I see. I need to see your phone, Sakura."

A suspicious eyebrow rose. "Why?"

"To make sure your husband doesn't find anything about us. I'm sure he checks your text messages.

Sakura frowned at her ex's assumptions. "He doesn't just so you know. Kenji trusts me."

"You never know. Better safe than sorry, right?"

Syaoran did of course have a point. In the times she had known her husband, Kenji always had a possessive streak about him. It would be a matter of time before he started snooping into her personal belongings. So she relented, searching in her purse and handing her phone to Syaoran. He pressed a few buttons before finally giving it back to Sakura. When she checked her message, evidence of Syaoran's name or the conversations they shared, even down to the emails, were deleted. It was as if he never existed.

"Uh….thanks." She said softly. "I have to get going now. I have a lot of things to do."

Syaoran nodded with understanding. "So do I. I'll see you around."

Sakura slightly smiled. "Yeah. See ya."

The door was then unlocked and opened, making a way for Sakura to exit. Syaoran continued to stand in the office for now, watching his old flame descend into the waiting elevator. He smirked to himself, Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.