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Author's Note: Hey all! It's been a while, hasn't it? I feel a bit crappy updating this chapter when it's way shorter than all the other ones. It's not even 2000 words, but hopefully it'll suffice for now. Besides, I'm not going to lie, but I was pretty unmotivated with the lack of feedback for the last chapter. I was planning to write faster, but a huge social studies project came up and it's been occupying me for the last two weeks, so, yeah. Anyway, hopefully this chapter's okay. I even edited it for you!

To the reviewers: THANK YOU! My loyalist reviewers, you guys are the coolest! I feel terrible for handing you guys this short chapter, but it can't be helped. Chapter 29 and 30 will help balance it out though. Those two chapters are seriously longer, especially chapter 30. That thing's got to be at least 5000 words. I hope you enjoy this!


Chapter 28 – Violent Tendencies

Syaoran was currently very annoyed with his boss. What right did she have to meddle in his life like that? Honestly, all he'd wanted was a bit of peace and quiet, but nooo. Sakaki had just had to come and accuse him of sulking and moping of which he was doing neither. It was so frustrating!

Okay… Well, maybe he was moping just a teensy bit, and maybe he was just a little bit sulky, but Sakura and her boyfriend wouldn't leave his head! If he could, he blast that stupid picture to oblivion and bring it back just so he could condemn it again! However, the image just wouldn't leave him alone! It felt like someone had shot him in the back and the embedded bullet was unable to be removed from his spine!

She chose him over me, and that's all that matters.

Or so he told himself, because apparently it did matter to him. It was all he could think about and it possessed him. Syaoran was downright miserable. He couldn't think straight with all that crap crowding his brain. Strangely enough, it even felt better when Sakura had been in Kawasaki and when Eriol and Tomoyo's relationship had been damaged beyond repair (well, almost). Right now, he was tearing himself apart with this feeling, and the feeling itself was eating him alive!

"I hate this," Syaoran mutter in frustration.

He wanted so much to just be with her, but…

It could never be.

Everything that happened right between them ended up somehow being wrong. The Chinese male knew that at some point in time, Sakura must've at least felt something for him, but it was now undoubtedly gone. The woman he loved had chosen her path and he simply couldn't move on. He didn't want to move on. Nobody on Earth could replace Sakura. She was everything he wanted and more, but then she was everything he hated as well—the perfect balance.

As long as she's happy…

It'll be worth the pain.

Finally he'd reached his office and was about to go in when he was stopped.

"Hey, Syaoran!"

"What's up, cutie?"

Confused, he spun on his heel only to find two females peering up at him, each wielding a haughty smirk. Syaoran raised an eyebrow at the two intruders. "Mizuki, who is she and what are you guys doing?"

Mizuki fluttered her fake eyelashes rapidly and gestured to the other girl. "Oh, this is a new friend of mine. Her name is Rei,"

"Very good to make your acquaintance," she purred seductively, although she sounded more like a dying cow to him.

Great. More sluts.

"Uh… Likewise. Now go away," Syaoran commanded with a chilling glare.

"Won't you even give us a chance?" asked Mizuki, feigning innocence so disgusting that Syaoran just about ready to commit homicide.

"NO! Leave me the hell alone already!" he demanded angrily. It was unfortunate that he didn't have a knife at the moment.

"Why not? You gave Sakura a shot!" Rei challenged hastily.

He froze at her words. He didn't want to think about that anymore, but they just insisted on repeatedly bringing it up. Did they think that they could replace Sakura or something? They were only a couple of sluts that wanted a hot guy and a good night. The two of them could never compare to the cherry blossom.

"Do not ever compare yourselves to Sakura. She's way better at everything than you will ever be," he told them cleanly. "Now quit bothering me and don't talk to me again unless it's work related. Goodbye,"

Both seemed to be fairly offended at his comment, but that was exactly what he wanted. One more glare at them was what he offered last before slamming the door in their faces.

-

It was SO INCREDIBLY BORING. A very, very slow tour through the manufacturing site had been in order, and Sakura really wanted to get away. She'd seen all of this before, and even had some friends that worked the needle, but she hated being in the place for a long period of time. Keiko seemed just as unhappy to be there, but Sayuri was adamant in her exuberant state of mind and it looked contagious as Haku began to sound a little psyched to be there as well.

Ugh, I think I'll just go visit Tomoyo.

"Um, I'm going to the washroom," Sakura announced quickly as she shot a meaningful look at Keiko.

"Same here," the ice queen said, catching the message.

Sayuri didn't seem to notice. "WOW! WHAT KIND OF SEWING MACHINE IS THAT?"

"It's very…elaborate," Haku observed, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

"I know! Isn't it great?" exclaimed their guide, completely ignoring the two bored girls.

"Eh…" Sakura said, dumbfounded at the lack of response. "Let's just go."

Keiko nodded and they made a hasty escape. An empty hall was reached with only a door and the brunette pulled it open. Finally they'd gotten out of that Hell Hole! It was frightful that the other two employees were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"That was a nightmare," she groaned, leaning on the wall for support.

"I'll murder Kamiya-sama for abandoning us there," the blue-eyed female hissed violently.

"Let me castrate him first,"

"Agreed,"

Once they were finished discussing their murderous ideas, they headed off to Tomoyo's office seeking consolation for their long morning torture. Things had gone quite smoothly ever since, well, ever since Haku had apologized for being a stubborn idiot. Today was coming out as a pretty good day, besides the killer-tour.

"Tch, so we meet again, Sakura-chan,"

Never mind. It was definitely a bad day.

"Lei, quit bothering me already," she retorted in annoyance. WHY WASN'T HE DISAPPEARING? He was practically the most revolting and irritating specimen in the history of the planet!

"I'm hurt that you don't want me here," Lei lied with an arrogant smirk.

I'LL FREAKING DECAPITATE YOU!

"Jackass," Sakura spat, glaring at him heatedly.

"Hmph, your comebacks are getting rusty, my sweet Cherry Blossom," the man snorted.

"And that metal stick up your ass has travelled further north, I see," she countered.

Keiko rolled up her sleeves menacingly. "Do you want me to hurt him?"

"Yes please," Sakura answered without hesitation, "a lot,"

-

"What's so great about her anyway?" asked Mizuki aloud, though it was a rhetorical question.

"Nothing. All Sakura ever wants to do is dig her dirty little claws into every good-looking guy's back," Rei answered bitterly. She kicked the wall, but then ended up regretting it tremendously when she realized that she'd broken a toenail—not to mention that it really hurt.

"Is that what she did in Kawasaki?" the other girl inquired, now curious to know the circumstances in which Rei had gotten her view on the Cherry Blossom.

"Something like that," she replied with much effort, biting her lip to stop from screaming out at the seething pain in her toe.

Mizuki nodded absently. Now she was trying to think of ways to get Syaoran to stop thinking about Sakura. She would also have to get rid of the Kawasaki secretary. She wanted the boy to herself, and only herself. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. "Oh, Rei, didn't you still have some paperwork left in Sakaki's office to finish?"

The slutty woman's eyes widened and she blanched visibly.

Mizuki smirked. "That's what I thought."

-

Their tour guide spun around and grandly held his arms open. "And that's the end of our tour! Wasn't it fun?"

"More than fun!" Sayuri exclaimed sincerely, and one could wonder why the heck it was so fun.

"Yeah! It was great!" agreed the dirty blond, nodding in enthusiasm. "Huh? Where did Sakura and Keiko go?" He wondered to himself what the point of asking the hyper female was. She was normally three times less observant than he was.

"Oh, you didn't notice? They left a while ago, because they were bored," she explained nonchalantly. Pigtails flinging, she bounced around to face the tour guide happily. "But don't mind that, sir! We had a lot of fun! Thanks for your work!"

Well, normally, but perhaps today was just your average abnormal day.

"It was a pleasure meeting you both," he countered, bowing before he walked off.

Haku was still too dumbfounded to scrape his fallen jaw off the ground.

"That was a nice man! Where should we go now? Should we go to the mall again? No… Maybe we could mess up all the work that Rei did as revenge for when she threw up my skirt in public. That could be fun, but I guess Kamiya would probably be a meanie if we did that so… Ah! We could—Haku? Are you alive?"

Apparently enough strength had built up within him to pick his chin up as he snapped back up to attention. "Wha…? Oh, um… How about we go find Sakura and Keiko?" the blue-eyed male suggested out of thin air.

"Nah," she said, shaking her head. "They could be anywhere! It'd be way to hard to find them! Besides, I'm tired of playing hide-and-seek… AH! I KNOW!"

"What is it?"

"You," Sayuri declared triumphantly as she poked a finger directly between his eyes, leaning forward, "are going to treat me to as much ice-cream as I want! You promised you would!"

Chuckling slightly, he grinned. "I suppose I did."

-

"Tch, hurt me? Please," the haughty man snickered arrogantly. Lei rolled his eyes at the ceiling, momentarily letting his eyes wander.

A mistake.

Any reluctance that might have been in Keiko was gone. She swiftly stepped forward and nailed her fist into his face, causing Lei more pain than he thought was possible to obtain from a woman without being kicked in the crotch.

He groaned in agony, falling to the floor and clutching his face.

"Lei?"

Meilin, apparently, had just shown up after searching for her boyfriend for a short while. The incapacitated man groaned once again in response to her call and scrambled to his feet, pushing passed his own girlfriend. Keiko stood back next to Sakura.

Again.

Why the heck does this keep happening?

"You hurt him," the Chinese female growled angrily, storming up to the pair. "You freaking hurt him!"

"He deserves it!" Sakura retorted relentlessly. He did deserve it.

"Shut up!" screamed Meilin, her face contorted with anger. "I'm sick and tired of you talking that way! I hate you, you jealous bitch!"

Sakura felt herself get pushed back as a hard slap crashed down upon her cheek. Surprised, she stumbled back.

"Let's settle this," she hissed with a dangerous glare. "Let's settle this right now."


Author's Note: Was it okay? I really don't think that this chapter meets standards, but there's a lot more events in chapter 29, so I'll try to update more quickly. That chapter is done after all! ;D Chapter 30 is also halfway done! Thanks for reading!

Please comment (which also means review, because I'm trying to improve my writing. Also, if you spotted any spelling/grammatical errors in the chapter, please tell me. I actually edited this one), and constructive criticism is very appreciated!