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Author's Note: This day has gone for so long and it REALLY needs to end, so this is the second last chapter for it. It'll end next chapter near the beginning. That, I promise. Another thing, I think that my chapters have been lacking some spice, so this is the chapter where stuff is going to make you scream. I sorta left a cliffhanger since I haven't had that in awhile and I must say, we definitely need one.

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Chapter 12 – Life's Never Fair

Syaoran pressed the switch to his computer and waited impatiently for the electronic to finish loading. He couldn't wait for that cherry blossom's mail. It was killing him so slowly that he'd rather jump off a bridge, but then again, he was just exaggerating, as usual. Besides, what would happen if there was no email at all?

I'd probably be sulking the rest of the day.

Quicker than ever before, the amber-eyed man accessed his email account, his heart beating as fast as if it would if he were running an eight kilometer track. Syaoran scrolled down the page and found a message.

Aw…! THANK YOU SAKURA!

From Sakura,

Hello dreamy boy… coughcoughrightcoughcough… Eriol's an asshole? No kidding. He never really liked me anyway. Yes, he did email me, but I'm sure that his version is a bit… modified because of his insecure brain, correct? I have no doubt that you guys aren't lying since Tomoyo called me the other night crying like crazy. Dude, if I ever come back I'm going to kick that guy in the crotch, and possibly you too be always being so cocky.

I had… a little surprise when I arrived at my house and it's making me wish I'd never transferred at all. No idea why I'm telling you this, but you're lucky today so don't get more egotistical than you already are. My EX showed up at my father's house yesterday and acted all perfect when he's pure evil. He should be kneed in his lower parts more than you or Eriol. I HATE him. The pathetic guy even had the nerve to tell my dad he was my boyfriend. I never got the chance to tell my dad the dude wasn't. See? I told you I was telling you stuff. I need to stop typing, but I just can't. I will soon, seriously. You'll see.

Right, now hurry up and message me back. Is Tomoyo okay? You gotta tell me. Told you I'd stop typing.

Sakura, message end.

Syaoran stared at the screen for a few seconds. Sakura had an ex… She had an EX… GOD! She had a freaking EX! Man, he really needed to get a hold of himself. Well DUH she went out with some guys before him… Wait a second… THEY WERE NOT GOING OUT.

There's something seriously wrong with me today.

I think Sakura's making me insane.

He really was insane. Oh well… He'd just write…

-

It was pointless and she knew it. Crying over Eriol was the dumbest thing she'd done in ages, yet it was hard to hold herself back. Tomoyo repeatedly told herself that this wasn't her fault and that she hadn't done anything wrong, yet her ex still continued to blame her.

That hurt.

It almost made her believe it herself, but it was wrong and therefore incorrect to believe. She was trying her hardest not to care. Eriol could stick his disgusting tongue in anybody else's mouth if he wanted and she wouldn't be jealous at all… unless it was Sakura. But that would never happen though because the cherry blossom was already hooked on Syaoran.

"Mmm… Eriol, you cutie…" she heard Mizuki murmur seductively.

Right now, the lunchroom was a very unpleasant place. In the corner, two adults were making out intimately while one lonely blue head sat at the table, clutching her fork tightly.

Sakura was right.

Hearing your ex being happy with someone else is the worst.

"And you're so beautiful, Mizuki," she heard Eriol whisper back.

Rage boiled up within her. Eriol was supposed to be her man, not Mizuki's. She wanted to steal another guy and kiss him just to show them she could. Both of them wanted to see her suffer and that wasn't going to happen. Tomoyo lifted the fork, very firm in her hand, and took as piece of lettuce into her mouth. She'd just sit her and try to enjoy her salad while those two desperate pieces of trash did… did what they were doing.

Mizuki's giggle flew straight into her ears and her lips began to tremble as she remembered what it was like to feel that way. She chewed, ignoring the uprising feeling it brought to her.

"You're the best girl a guy could ever be with…" Eriol mumbled as Mizuki squealed softly in delight.

Her breath became heavy and the anger built up inside was trying to burst out, like she was going to explode. So then Tomoyo was just another girl, huh? So Mizuki was so much better than she was. So Eriol had just gone around and used her?

"GET OUT!" she screamed as she turned around to face the other two. "JUST GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!"

"F.Y.I., but this is a staff lunchroom. We're just as suitable as you are to be in here," the girl in Eriol's arms retorted with a glare.

"Yeah, and it's called a lunchroom! That doesn't include eating your boyfriend's face off!" she yelled heatedly.

"You're only jealous I have Eriol now," the other woman said arrogantly as she snuggled up closer to him. Eriol smirked.

"Jealous?" Tomoyo asked in disbelief. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous of someone who has the second-hand man? If you haven't noticed, he's just the rebound guy for the girls who get rejected by Syaoran. I wanted to go out with Syaoran too, but I couldn't so I, just like all the others, came to the rebound, neh? Eriol?"

In dead silence, she picked up the plate that held the remains of her salad and tossed it into the trash. Tomoyo left the lunchroom and headed to her office. She'd put all the nasty things her ex had said to her and threw them all back in his face. There was only one thing she was hoping, and that was that Eriol would feel hurt about this. He deserved it and she wasn't guilty or rueful at all for saying it.

-

Syaoran had completed his email to Sakura quickly, but he didn't realize what time it was when he'd finished. Man! He had so much to tell her! He glanced at the clock.

CRAP! I'm going to be late!

He shut down his computer with haste and flew out the door.

Unknown to him, he'd forgotten to send his message.

What a dumbass…

-

"Eek! She sounds so cool!" squealed a voice from around the corner.

"Who sounds cool?" asked Sakura, eager to meet her new coworkers.

A girl with slightly lighter hair than her own turned to see her. She wore pigtails and a standard outfit for work, which consisted of a blouse and skirt. She looked much nicer than that Rei whose womanly areas seemed like they'd fall out of their place any second. Her eyes looked… yellow? Yes, her eyes were a pretty shade of yellow. The brunette was standing with Haku and another girl.

The other's hair was light blue and hung down to her shoulders. She had long bangs and an even deeper blue in her eyes. Her face seemed a bit…grumpy, but she looked all right. It was she who wore the pants in this office.

"Um… hi?" Sakura said silently as she stood awkwardly in the room.

"Hi!" replied the yellow-eyed girl. She turned to Haku who lay against the table in the middle of the room while she sat in a chair and the blue head sat on the table. "Haku! Is this her?"

"Yep," he answered, smiling at Sakura with glee. "Sorry, but I just had to tell them about your lecture to Rei."

"Okay…"

"You're so cool! Haku said your name is Sakura?"

"The one and only," she told them, nodding.

The blue head spoke up. "So tell us why you're here,"

Sakura raised an eyebrow at the woman. Her voice was so dull, like a robot and she sounded like Sakura was an invader to Kawasaki. She must really not get out much. Then again, there had to be someone cold in her life. Everyone had one. Hopefully, though, this girl wasn't like Lei. He was pure evil.

"Not unless you tell me your names first," she declared as she took a seat at the table beside the brunette.

"Well then, I'm Sayuri! Sayuri Uchida!" exclaimed the more positive one.

"Keiko Urukawa," replied the girl on the desk. "Now go ahead."

"I guess I'll tell you then. I'm a transfer from Tokyo and I wanted to come to a place that was nearby. Kawasaki's close and my dad owns a house here, so that's why I chose this place," she explained, almost thinking about Syaoran for a second.

"I'm glad you did! Someone needs to set Rei straight!" Haku shouted with joy as he danced around the room happily.

"You didn't answer my question," Keiko pointed out, flipping her hair over her left shoulder.

"Huh…?"

"I asked you why you were here, not why you chose it,"

"Yeah! Come on and tell us!" squealed the brunette, bouncing up and down in her seat. Sakura didn't know whom she liked better. One girl was utterly full of joy and the other was calm to the extent that made her frustrated.

"I uh…"

"Did something happen? Did your father fall ill? Is there a hot guy here? Do you like Haku? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?" Sayuri questioned her, as her face got closer to Sakura's with every sentence. "Did you have a fight with your friend? Are you attracted to Kamiya-sama? Is it—"

"Shut up, Sayuri. Give the woman a moment to explain," commanded the icy girl.

Sakura, dumbfounded by Sayuri's awfully strange guesses, decided she would give her new coworkers the breakdown, without mentioning Syaoran. She didn't want to think about him nor did she want people to start teasing her so soon. Besides, Haku, Sayuri, and Keiko already thought she was cool. She didn't want to give them a reason not to trust her.

"I had a bad fight with a good friend and this is my way of making it up to her," she told them, looking down quietly.

"What happened? Did you backstab her? Did you start rumours? Did you steal her man? Did you—"

"Sayuri, don't pry into other people's businesses," Keiko scolded the nosy girl as she resigned from her seat on the table and walked away to her office, wherever it was.

"But you were the one who asked Sakura first!" defended the yellow orbed female.

The blunette waved it off and concealed herself in the privacy of her office. Sayuri glared at the door, but quickly got over it and started to swing her legs in the chair.

"Oh well! Keiko's a weirdo! She asks a question and tells other people to stop asking more about that question," she said as she swayed from side-to-side.

"She just knows when to stop, eh Sakura?" Haku supplied helpfully.

"Yeah…" the cherry blossom answered absently. She was too busy wondering how Sayuri had gotten both incidents right somewhere amongst her guesses.

She supposed that she'd… sort of stolen Syaoran, but he didn't belong to Meilin, right? It was impossible for anyone to control their feelings either. So basically, none of this was really her fault except… she couldn't control the one thing she could've, the one thing that had caused this whole mess.

Sakura hadn't been able to control her actions, and that had cost everything.

-

It was empty.

It was so obvious yet hard for her to admit.

Meilin stared at the inside of the agency. The whole place looked so dark and gloomy because… because Sakura was gone. All of it was her own fault too. She should've just given up on Syaoran right when she found out that he liked Sakura. That was long before Christmas too. Then she'd still be here, in the place that made her and everyone else happy.

Instead she'd set a grudge and created a nightmare. Who was she kidding? Meilin was a pathetic little child without her friends by her side. The only two people that she wanted with her again were Sakura and Tomoyo. She didn't care about getting Syaoran anymore. She knew ages ago that he'd never come to her. All Meilin wished for were things to go back to normal.

She was just too scared to say anything.

-

Eriol felt so betrayed inside. Tomoyo had called him backup and it stabbed at him like millions of daggers, but worse. How could this have happened? She cheated on him, so he wasn't supposed to feel bad. He had even lured Mizuki in to make her pay for the destruction she caused, but apparently, he was just the rebound from her rejection of Syaoran. Had Tomoyo ever had any feelings for him? Or were they just lies like her recent unfaithfulness?

Honestly, his relationship with Mizuki was purely physical. There wasn't a pinch of love for her. Once again, he was just using her to get revenge on his ex. It didn't matter anyway. Mizuki seemed to be enjoying it.

Eriol didn't enjoy it. He thought Tomoyo might be hurt by it as she'd demonstrated only briefly a couple of times so he tolerated it. Now, he kind of felt guilty and disgusting. He really didn't know why.

-

Her first day of work, Sakura concluded, had gone pretty well. The one flaw was that she'd made an enemy on the first day, but so what? She'd gotten friends early, and that was always good.

Sakura unlocked the door to her childhood house and stepped inside. She kicked off her shoes and skipped into the kitchen, fairly happily.

"Dad! I'm home! What's for dinner?" she asked cheerfully as she entered the dining area.

"Stir fry noodles!" Fujitaka responded from the living room where it sounded like he was watching T.V.

"Okay! Thanks!" she yelled back, spotting a plate full of steaming goodness. Sakura was about to take the food to the table until she heard the sickest voice she'd ever heard in her life.

"Welcome home, sweet cherry blossom," Lei greeted her with a cool smile.

"It's only home when there's not a man whore in it," she replied venomously. She loathed this guy standing behind her.

"Tsk, tsk. Sweet girls like you are not meant to use mean words like that," he scolded her.

Sakura could feel his… gross eyes on her back. She just wondered…

"Why did you come back anyway?" she asked aggressively. "What is it that you're looking for?"

"I lost a, well, a large bet and I need some cash. I thought, 'Hmm…Sakura's family is quite wealthy….' And it's as simple as that, my dear," he explained to her, smirking and she turned to glare at him. "The option also came with a bonus. A pure, beautiful girl that can be claimed by me,"

"Despicable!" she spat with a step forward. "And not to mention the nastiest thing I've ever heard in my life!"

"I know you love me, Cherry Blossom. Just come here and show it," Lei told her as his wrapped his arms around her waist despite her protests and struggles. He was much stronger than she was.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed with anger, hastily attempting to escape. Fujitaka didn't seem to notice her yell, as there was no sign of movement in the other room.

The sickening man held her waist tightly though, with not even a falter in his arms. Sakura punched his chest, kicked his legs and even tried to shove his face, but he was way to strong and tall for a girl like her. Finally, she ducked down through his arms and broke his hold on her. She ran for the door but instead ended up crashing into the refrigerator. By the time she regained her balance, Lei was standing right in front of her with his hands pressed to on the fridge's door on either sides of her head and his legs blocking hers. Her arms were useless and his face was disturbingly closer than comfort.

"Just give up the fight, Sakura. You won't ever win against me," he whispered as he leaned in closer to her.

She lifted her head away to try and evade his advance, but he used one of his hands to hold her chin. Sakura almost whimpered in fear. However, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"One kiss…" he murmured, getting even closer. "Then tell me what you feel."

She wanted to punch him, kick him, and smash him in the balls, but she was powerless. Lei leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Author's Note: EEEWW! SEXUAL HARRASSMENT! But don't worry! Sakura will get out of it somehow, and I hope you like it when she does. Satisfied with this chapter? It's NICE and LONG! I consider this one of my better chapters, so if you like it I hope you say so!

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