Hello!!! Here is an update(at last) by none other than the Y+S writer Moon Phoenix!!!! ~Cold silence*. You guys have been a wonderful help. I cannot do without you readers!!! Please read on, the story's getting more and more interesting!!!! And if you think that my story is unacceptable in any way, please review, or, FLAME me in a polite manner, and I will see what I can do. Expect the unexpected in this fic.

ryusama- Hey Tabby! Thanks for reviewing.I'll give you sweets later.

Tomiko- Yes, two months. :P

Nariko- You love the story? Thanks! And, yeah, there are too many S+S fics out there. But, heck. At least I am contributing.

sailorcardcaptor- Well, I will try my very very best to make it longer..as I am new here, it's sooo hard to measure how much it will appear as a fic. As for the ending, you gotta wait~ ;P

Sakura-Mae- Arigato! Your review is appreciated. I love Y+S fics too. You know any good ones? By the way, nice name.

Legolas- You love the way I write? Domo! You reviewed twice already! Well, here's the update!

CherryBlossom Maiden- Yoroshiku, ne? Thanks for the review!

Anu- I am writing more right now, wish me luck, ne?

ryusama- Well, minna-sama? Never heard of it. But thanks for the suggestion anyway. Gave me some support. For that, you get a sweet, Tabby.

Lady Death- I hope this is what you call a 'nice update' ! ( BTW, nice pen name.

Well, there's the review thanks. Now, the.DEDICATION!!!!

I dedicate this chapter to Legolas, for reviewing twice and sticking to my story, and ryusama, for being my friend and adding me to her favourite authors list! That is all. Oh, there is the favourite author of the chapter.Selene Serenity! (I hope I spelt that right) For being such a great author and for loving Y+S! Y+S forever!

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or any of its characters except for the characters I create. Haha. I do own Uber Kami Saviour, though, which I hope is gonna be the best manga in the world later on, when I have the guts to publish it. Tabitha, you're gonna be my.Publisher! Hahaha. Yoroshiku ne?

Btw, Tabby, you mentioned something about.my Yue-sama in the public. You know, when I say this fic is a AU fic, or Alternate Universe fic, I usually say that there is no magic. If there is no magic, then Yue would not exist, but heck. I made him.

And some more nonsense. These are the job listings.

Kinomoto Sakura- Mostly supervisor, but comes out once in a while to serve.

Daidouji Tomoyo- Stage singer of the restaurant. (high class)

Hiiragizawa Eriol- Pianist

Yanagisawa Naoko- Planner for the restaurant

The Bitches(you'll see later)- Waitresses

Sasaki Rika- Baker/chef

Terada Yoshiyuki- Boss

Mihara Chiharu- Waitress

Akizuki Nakuru- Chef

Most of them come out to serve once in a while.

Tsukishiro Yue- A worker in many places, like Touya.

Takashi Yamazaki- An official storyteller(surprise, surprise)

There is no such thing as a 'Li Syaoran' here. Hehheh.it's not that I hate him, it's that I don't want him to be the bad guy. Really.

On with the story.

Sakura POV:

"Rika-chan! Mark a cup of coffee in my salary!!! Onegai!" I shouted. "Hai!" was the reply I got. I bowed again at the silver-haired guy. "Really, really sorry, er.sir," I apologized again, not knowing his name.

"Yue. Tsukishiro Yue."

"Eh?"

"My name. You don't need to call me, 'sir'."

"Aa..a. Really sorry, Tsukishiro-san." (A.N. Don't mind the name. Yue is like, sooo related to Yukito.)

He seemed satisfied and finished his coffee.

"You know, you don't have to." He started.

"I know I don't have to," I bowed.

"Here's tip." Tsukishiro-san put a 500 yen bill on the table. (A.N. 100 yen = S$1.40. S$1.40 = about US$2.38. In case you didn't know. S$ is Singapore dollar. US$ I don't think I have to tell you.) "Namaewa?(Name?)"

"Ano, Tsukishiro-san, my name is Kinomoto Sakura, but."

"Nevermind the amount of tip." He said and walked off.

I stared at the 500 yen bill. The coffee just so cost about 400 yen. This guy is sure persistent. He was a little handsome, though. (A.N. : Come ON, Sakura, you can do better than a LITTLE handsome. Sakura: Demo.demo.you wrote this fic and all the dialogue! MP: Yea, I guess.*sweatdrops.I think I should quit on author's note.)

When I turned around, the five most bitchy girls were ready to strangle me.

"The-the most wanted guy of all Tomoeda..no, JAPAN just asked for your NAME and you expect us to ignore it?!"

"Yeah! And we are much prettier than you, too!"

"As if your 4.55 p.m. crowd of boys aren't enough!"

Normal POV

Those all came from The Bitches, as they were called in the restaurant. The Bitches happily wore the new waitress uniform, the shorter, the better. They were all jealous of Sakura's beauty, status and intelligence, not to mention the attention she got from the boys. The Bitches were made out of 5 waitresses. The leader was Meii Saemi, a blonde (A.N. I got nothing against blondes) and blue-eyed bitch. She was the prettiest of the five. However, not as pretty as Sakura(DUH!). And she was as smart as a toy pig. The rest of the members are all blonde(A.N. okay, okay, don't kill me!) and blue-eyed. They are Naoya Manni, Dokae Hareta, Fuuni Anare and Gaeda Kouku. (AN. I suck at names.) All of them were dense and bitchy, like Meii.

Although all the girls in the restaurant loved Yue, they liked Sakura too much to care.

Tomoyo snorted. "Ha! As if! Sakura can win the Miss Universe anytime! She's smart, beautiful, and most of all UN-Bitchy! All of you can give up on having as many fans as Sakura!"

"Yeah!" the rest of the girls chorused.

"Minna.." Sakura said, grateful. She didn't like The Bitches always picking on her.

"HOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????!!!!!!" Sakura jumped off the bed. "I'mlateI'mlateI'mlate!!!!" She took a quick shower, jumped into her waitress uniform, brushed her hair, applied a teensy weensy bit of pink lipgloss, took her bag and jumped down the 17-step stairs.

"Sakura-chan, if you do that again, your feet will break. By the way, you can't afford to wake up late in your own apartment! You don't have me to wake you up! Have you found the right apartment?"

"I'll manage, otou-san. And, yes, I found the perfect apartment. The only thing to do is to see if there is room for me to live in it," Sakura said, trying to gulp down her milk in 3 seconds, which she did, as she is quite experienced. "I'll do it today."

"Ikimas!(I'm going!)"

"Itterashai!(Bye or sumthing like that)"

Sakura slipped on her rollerblades(yes) and went off. Her speed was, like, 400 mph. And in no time, she got to the restaurant.

"Oh god, Sakura, you are two seconds before the boss comes in!" Naoko gasped. "Now, that's a new one!"

"I.*pant* know.*wheeze*" Sakura breathed out.

The day went by without anything much happening. Little did she know that she will get the surprise of her life.
Sakura POV

I went home and took a long shower, blew my hair and changed into a sweater- like sleeveless blouse and a leather skirt. I went into my car, a black BMW, and drove off.

"Oh, please, just give me a room?" I begged the old lady.

"I have a room.it is on the top floor with two other rooms. The only thing bad about this room is there is no kitchen, like all the top-floor rooms. You have to share a kitchen with the occupants of the other two rooms. But one of the two other rooms is always vacant, and is like a storeroom. The kitchen is in the basement, so it will be too much of a hassle to carry the food you cook all the way up to the top floor, so you eat at the kitchen with your floor-mate. Or kitchen-mate, whatever you want to call him. So the conclusion is, the apartment is as comfortable as the others, but you have to share the kitchen in the basement as you do not have one. Take it, or leave it." The old lady said.

I sort of understood her. I was in too much of a desperate mood to care. "Yes, yes, I take it!! How much a month?"

"Normally it would have been 30,000 yen a month, but as you have to share the kitchen , we charge you 25,000 yen a month. Is that alright with you?"

"Yep. I will be moving in next week."

After that, I signed some papers and went home.

'I can't believe it!!! I just agreed to share a kitchen with some psycho!!! What if it was an old man? What if it was a perverted old man?? What if it was some psycho that stabs me to death???

'Okay, calm down, Sakura. It's not as if the possibility is very big. Old men don't live on their own! I hope. I just have to wait until next week to see.' Sakura thought madly.

She didn't think of handsome young men. She didn't think of handsome silver- haired young men. Muahaahaahahaahaah.

The week before moving-in day was all pack and work, pack and work. Sakura's brother, Touya, came to visit. He came with Yukito as well(A/N: personally, I despise yaoi.), and they all helped a great deal. It was trips to the apartment and back about 7 times a day. Tomoyo, Sakura's best friend, helped too. She put ALL her designed clothes to the cupboard until it was quite full.

Now, Tomoyo Daidouji was a famous unofficial designer. Her clothes were more of elegant and not puffy anymore. She designed EVERYTHING for Sakura. Not only clothes, from hairdo to shoes. If Sakura wanted a manicure, which she never needed, she would just call Tomoyo and save about 6000 yen. If Sakura wanted to pluck her eyebrows, she just call Tomoyo and save 1 hour of time. If Sakura wanted. Okay, I'll stop. She was THE make-up artist of the year.

Sakura POV

"Tomoyo-chan, my cupboard is quite,quite full already!" I said, half laughing, half moaning. Tomoyo-chan can be so over-excited sometimes.

"But.but.Oh, Saku, you still have not worn the outfit I gave to you, didn't you?" Tomoyo said, exasperated.

"Ha, ha, Tomoyo. I have already tried fifty during this week.can't I rest?"

"Okay.maybe I need a break too."

"Awright!"

Sakura could see that the door of the next apartment was open. If she could just see her kitchen-mate.

"Sakura! Come here and see where you want to put your photos!!!" Tomoyo- chan shouted.

"Coming!" I replied and ran inside. I didn't see the person, but oh well. Tomorrow is moving-in day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Next Morning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I took some cookies I baked at home, wrapped them up in very nice paper, and checked my appearance. I was in a red, loose chinese style top and shorts(think manga no.7 when she just woke up and changed her clothes). A single plait was at the side of my face. The rest of my auburn hair cascaded freely on my back. All in all, I was presentable. Not too alluring. Just plain presentable. I was satisfied.

Grabbing my nice-paper cookies, I opened my own door. Going across the 2 meter corridor (we were opposite each other), I was preparing to knock on the door when it opened.

Standing right before her, as handsome as ever, was Tsukishiro-san.

Okay. I finished. Lah. This took a long time. Sakura's age is 21, while Yue is 25.