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11.. . . you'll find someone . . .

"Good morning, Yelan-sama," Sakura bowed before she walked into the Li mansion, and the elder women smiled at her graciously.

"And to you," she replied. Wei gestured for Sakura to come to their sitting room, and already there, Syaoran was lifting a cup of coffee to his mouth with his legs crossed and an arm thrown over the back of the couch. Yelan looked disapprovingly at his position, and with a grin, he adjusted himself.

"Sorry, Mother," he said, sent Sakura a look, and went back to drinking coffee.

"He has horrible manners, sometimes," Yelan sighed, and as the two walked over to where Syaoran was sitting, Sakura muttered under her breath, "You haven't seen the worst of it."

"I heard that, you know?" He murmured back to her when she sat down, and while Yelan was elegantly adjusting in her seat, Sakura elbowed him in the guts. "Ow."

"I'm very glad that you came here today, Kinomoto-san," Yelan began, drawing the two younger adults to her attention. "It has been a long two months for us, but at last everything has settled. How has your new job been for you so far?"

"It's wonderful," Sakura said truthfully, smiling. Indeed, the past couple of weeks in the modeling industry have been fulfilling and fun; she never imagined that being a model would be so relaxing and natural. Although, she supposed, she did have a pretty laid-back boss.

"Hurry up, you lazy swines!" Akemi was yelling, clapping her rolled up magazine in her hand as the photographers rushed with grimaces on their faces. "I'm telling you that this has to be perfect, and when I say perfect, I mean perfect! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Miss!" They all replied. Sakura, standing in a green kimono and a fan in her hand, suddenly felt like laughing or dropping onto the floor.

"WHEN I'M ALL DONE WITH YOU STUPID PEOPLE, LET'S ALL HAVE AN AWESOME PARTY! YEAH!"

Sakura still felt like laughing.

"It's a pity that you left Syaoran's side," Yelan continued, and she turned to glare at her son. "He's being a lazy swine now that you're gone."

Sakura suddenly felt a sense of cliché.

"Hey, Mother, shouldn't we be discussing about what's happened in court now?" Syaoran rolled his eyes exasperatingly, obviously trying to change the subject. He threw an arm over the back of the couch again, behind Sakura's shoulders, and when his hand rested near her arm she slapped him with annoyance. The maids in the room around them giggled.

"Yes, well," Yelan couldn't hide the smug smile tugging at the corner of her lips either, "everything has been settled. Katonshi Kukai, the gentleman you've caught, has been sentenced to a year in solitary confinement in prison as a punishment for what he's attempted to do. However, I've heard of his situation, and it is quite grim." Yelan cleared her throat, deliberately looking at Sakura as she spoke the next words, "I've decided that I shall help clear him of his debt, aid his mother's recovery, and restore his old antique shop. He will never be socially accepted into any Li Corporations, of course, but he'll have a new start."

Sakura smiled widely, her eyes gleaming with gratitude as she bowed at the elder woman. "Thank you so much, Yelan-sama."

"For what?"

Sakura looked up, still smiling sweetly, and clasped her hands on top of her lap. "For being so kind."

Yelan smiled a little and nodded, but then the seriousness crawled back into her eyes. "But as for the Shodka Company now . . . our clan has already sued them for their sinister motives, and we successfully won the case with numerous witnesses and supporters on our side, one that includes Katonshi-san. They are charged with a million dollar fine and a temporary closing until they can find new positions, though I highly doubt they'd be able to find anyone willing to do the job for a while. Everything has been settled."

"Serves them right," Syaoran snorted. "That's what they get for messing with the infamous Li Clan."

"Yeah, who's only male eligible for marriage and offspring is out playing poker in the casino." Sakura said sarcastically.

Syaoran's mother, though, did not find that amusing. "You have been doing what?" She asked her son, and immediately, the temperature in the room dropped four degrees. Syaoran turned to the girl beside him, glaring.

"Thanks for killing me, Kinomoto."

"I was only pointing out that you should be focusing on family now!" Sakura continued, looking at Yelan sheepishly. "And he has, my goodness, done very well at it. He hadn't brought home a prostitute in months!"

Syaoran slapped his hand to his face while Sakura watched in fear as Yelan was bursting with an aura of enraged darkness.

"Yelan-sama," Sakura began weakly; the situation was much like the time she'd encountered Akemi on one of her bad days.

"This is called a locker room for a reason," Akemi was saying, her usually warm eyes shining with a bright evilness that Sakura had never witnessed before. The man before them, who had perversely snuck into the bathroom after Sakura but was unfortunately caught by their boss, was cowering in fear, shrinking into the far corner of the room. Sakura, in a pink bathrobe, was just staring. "Do you want me to kill you? Because I will."

Akemi's smile twisted even more; her aura was absolutely overcoming the room it was unbelievable! "Oh yes, I will."

There was a male –and girly- scream.

And then, of course, there was Tomoyo.

"Sakura-chan," she had said one time, her expression absolutely sweet and pretty and her voice cheerfully bright. Sakura, however, knew better than the people around her who were staring at the dark-haired girl in admiration. Sakura took a step back, knocking a tipping bottle over in the process. "Tell me, exactly, why you didn't announce that you've lost your virginity to a man I've never met?"

"I-I-I didn't-!"

"Oh, you've been a bad girl, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo reached into her purse, finding a leather whip in the process. Sakura recognized the whip from a costume Tomoyo was putting together for that Halloween. "Now, tell me, exactly, where this unlucky bastard lives." Her eyes snapped open, and she was ferocious. A girl in the restaurant was running around in circles, screaming. "I need to warn him about Death's visit tonight."

So maybe Sakura exaggerated those certain moments a bit, but hey, she did feel the room cool down ever so little.

Eventually, Sakura left for an extra shooting at work, and later that day she would have to meet up with Tomoyo for her bridesmaid dress-fitting. Syaoran, who had walked her to the car that he ordered to drive her to her job, accepted her invitation to come visit her.

"I admit that Tomoyo does have some amazing talent," Syaoran said after he agreed. Sakura looked at him in curiosity. "However, it seems, that there are more appealing ways you could be altered."

"Like what?" She asked.

With a dirty smirk, Syaoran winked at her suggestively. "Like you wearing nothing."

A minute later, Syaoran had walked back into the living to his mother with a big, red handprint on his face and a frown on his lips. "I was just joking," he muttered.

"Kinomoto-san is a delicate young lady; I forbid you from using such vulgar language to her." His mother simply said, and Syaoran gawked at her.

"She was the one who called me a bastard when she broke up with me."

With all the elegance she had, Yelan rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, Syaoran, I have some issues I wish to speak with you."

Syaoran sat down as Yelan set down her cup gently on the table, and though he knew what she was going to say, he still patiently listened. Her beautiful dark eyes regarded him calmly, and she rested her hands on her lap. "You do know that you are to be wedded soon."

Syaoran nodded grimly. "Yes, Mother."

"Your fiancée has been a little uncertain after what had happened in the past couple of months, but I'm sure if we return to Hong Kong and pay a visit, all her family's doubts shall disappear."

Syaoran nodded again. "I understand, Mother."

"But retrieving back their devotion is not the biggest issue I had in mind. I would like to know, Syaoran: Do you want to marry?"

Her son creased his eyebrows, looking a little confused. "I don't understand, Mother."

Yelan was silent for a moment, her gaze a little far-off as she thought into space. She smiled a little after a while, and nodded once. "I do like Sakura-san."

Syaoran was shocked, his eyes wide. Yelan continued, though, before he could say anything. "Even though Sakura-san does not have any family name and does not come from a perfectly-educated clan, as you have, I believe she is a beautiful young lady with a charming personality, and the things she has done for us in the past couple of months have been uncountable, we shall forever be in her debt. You have become close to her in this past half a year, I've noticed. What do you think?"

"What does it matter?" Syaoran rebuked bitterly, narrowing his eyes. "The Elders wouldn't let me pursue her, or anyone else besides the people they've chosen for me. They're ridiculous like that."

"Syaoran," she scolded slightly, but her demeanor immediately melted in understanding. "Sakura-san has done us many favors; she saved both our lives, and yet she has not asked for anything in return. I find that remarkable, and possibly, if you wish, you could register that in the Elders' minds."

"Persuade them into accepting her, you mean?" Syaoran asked hopefully, fully intrigued. "Do you think I could do that, Mother?"

Yelan nodded at him. "You have my full support. But do you love her?"

"Of course I do," Syaoran smiled, looking stalwart and definite for the first time Yelan had seen in a long time. "I've come to love nobody else but her."

"That dirty idiot," Sakura was cussing to Tomoyo as they attempted to stuff her in one of her pale pink bridesmaid dresses, full of frills and lace that Sakura looked more like a cake than anything else, "thinking that I should be naked for your wedding. What kind of inappropriate images run through his mind all day?"

"Oh please, it's not as if you haven't ever fantasized him in your bed sometime in the past." When Sakura opened her mouth to object, Tomoyo sent her a look. Immediately, the former girl winced.

"Yes, I actually have," she admitted with a blush.

"Ugh, this is horrible." Tomoyo stepped back to observe her handiwork. Indeed, Sakura looked like a dessert. "I wanted you to look ravishing. I wanted people to want to eat you, but not in this way!" She shook her head. "No, no, next one."

"You're crazy," Sakura said funnily, sticking her tongue out. "So, Tomoyo, how close have you and Eriol been so much that you've decided to marry in just a few months?"

"Oh, you know, the occasional closeness. He and I are both very serious in relationships; we do not delve into one until we are both certain of its becoming something more. I know we've only known each other for a relatively short time, but there really is this connection, you know?"

Sakura smiled. "That's sweet."

Tomoyo smiled back. "And you should learn from me."

"Ah, whatever. I'm definitely not thinking about being in a relationship any time soon." Sakura paused for a second, looking a little hesitant, but she quickly recovered. "So, is Eriol a compassionate lover?"

"He's passionate, alright." Tomoyo said. However, when Sakura tried to correct her friend, the stylist woman continued with a smirk. "Did you know that our first time was on his desk?" she winked.

"Syaoran's desk?" Sakura exclaimed with horrification. Tomoyo lurched back, shaking her head.

"What is wrong with you and your dirty mind? We wouldn't ever do that!"

"Syaoran's perverseness is contagious!" Sakura knelt down, throwing her arms over her head. "I'm sorry! I'm going to jump off a cliff now!"

"Oh, get up," her cousin dragged her up, and Sakura had a goofy smile on her face. Tomoyo then reached back and threw a white dress with light green patterns into her arms. "Get into this; we'll try again."

The changing room door closed behind Sakura after she walked in. Although her life has been quite perfect, to say the least, she felt like she was missing something again. It irked her to no end, having just left Syaoran's side because she wanted to pursue her dreams, and then feeling like she just opened another gap in her chest when she arrived. With a sigh, Sakura drew her pink dress off and changed into the new one, allowing herself to take deep breaths while she did her work.

Tomoyo wasn't there when she came out, and instead, Syaoran was near the windows, looking outside. Sakura suddenly felt a little conscious of her dress at that moment; was it as horrible as the last one she'd put on?

She turned back silently, tense, but Syaoran seemed to have heard the clicking of her heels for he turned at that moment to look at her. When they're eyes met, his were wide.

"Sakura," he said, and his amber gaze trailed down over her appearance. His gaze was like fluttering his fingertips gently over her body; there was nothing sensual about it, but Sakura couldn't help but feel herself heating up underneath his eyes.

"Hi, Syaoran," she replied, turning back to him. She blushed, tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear, and smiled at him. "What do you think?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, and when he did, he was blinking, "It's great."

Disappointment clouded her vision for a while and caused her stomach to pummel down slightly, but she quickly regained her posture. She looked around, faking to be happy. "Where'd Tomoyo go?"

"She went to the restroom," he said, still looking at her. After an awkward pause, he cleared his throat and pulled his hands out from his pockets. "She actually gave me something, you see," he said, and walked towards her. Sakura noticed a black leather box in his hands as he advanced near her. "It . . . compliments your dress."

Syaoran lifted the lid open, and it revealed a beautiful green gem hanging off from a diamond-studded chain; though the pendant was not emerald, it was still marvelous. Sakura gasped in awe. Syaoran smiled at her, tilting his head to the side. "Should I put it on for you?"

"Sure," Sakura breathed. She lifted her hair above her head, and her breath hitched when, instead of walking around to her back, Syaoran rounded his hands behind her neck and clasped the necklace on in front of her. She blushed as she felt the heat of his body so near her, his lips so close to her cheek. If only she could lean in just a little . . . just an inch or two forward . . .

However, Syaoran leaned away before she could do that.

Sakura felt disappointed again, and she dropped her hair, letting the auburn strands fall just below her shoulders. She cleared her throat, blushing. "What do you think?" She repeated again, expecting the same answer.

Syaoran, however, did not fulfill her expectations. Although he was farther away than he was, she could still feel his minty breath hit her face from the distance. She looked up, seeing in surprise that he was smiling again.

"You look beautiful," he said; a slender finger had reached up to touch her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. Sakura's lips parted, eyes wide. "I love green," he confessed; he was so close. "It's the color of your eyes."

She blinked in surprise at the gentleness of his voice; she had never really seen him this way before, not even during the day they kissed. At least, she might've, but at that moment, she had no time to remember something in the past. Sakura's hand reached up to knot lightly into the fabric of his shirt collar, not tugging to pull him in, but more holding him to make sure that he was there and with her. The finger that was on her face traced down under her chin, and he tilted her face up just a little, and was within a milliliter of kissing her.

They kissed, just a short while. And when they pulled back, both were just starting to smile.

At that exact moment, Sakura had to sneeze.

The two jumped apart as she did that, and, embarrassed, Sakura covered her face while Syaoran looked away with a blush clearly evident across his cheeks. Instead of feeling disappointed again, Sakura felt absolutely angry that she had to ruin the moment.

At least, her thoughts told her in the midst of her mind, she hadn't sneezed on his face; rather, she pulled back and sneezed in the space between them.

Still though! How embarrassing.

The door opened a minute later, slowly, and Tomoyo carefully poked her head in. At the sight of the two far apart from each other, she sighed in annoyance, and strode into the room with her hands on her hips. "Well, at least we've got something accomplished today." She looked at Sakura in her dress, finally smiling with satisfaction. "Yes, that looks very nice. What do you think, Syaoran-kun?"

He was still blushing a little, but he nodded his head anyway. "Yes, sure, it looks alright." Suddenly, with a huff, Syaoran walked over to a jacket thrown over a chair and tossed it over his shoulders, holding it with one hand. "Now do you still need me?"

"It's alright. We just wanted a male's opinion, that's all," Tomoyo smiled, and waved at him. "If you need to be somewhere, go ahead."

Syaoran nodded at them, and when he caught Sakura's eye, they both blushed again. He looked away, closing his eyes. "I'll see you."

"See you," she replied softly, watching as he strode out of the room. She sighed when he left, feeling a little distraught. "I'm tired."

"What, but you haven't even tried out all of the dresses yet!" Tomoyo exclaimed.

"I thought you said this dress looked nice! You even gave me this necklace to match it."

Tomoyo leaned forward, examining the expensive necklace around Sakura's neck, and smiled. "Oh, yes, that is quite pretty."

Sakura blinked at her in confusion. Tomoyo met her eyes, and blinked back with the same expression. "I thought you gave this to me."

Her cousin looked down, and back up at her again. She shook her head. "No, I didn't get this for you."

It wasn't until after when Sakura was going home did she realize that the necklace she was currently wearing was from Syaoran.