Extended Visit...but Only For You: Chapter One
He exited the theater doors confidently, no swagger to his stride necessary to facilitate that undeniable smugness he retained while also appearing totally appealing.
"Li-san!"
Cameras flashed like thousands of electric bugs around the young phenomenon as he strode casually down the red carpet. His attire was nothing short of impeccable and his expression was everything defined by the word sensual. Dark, stylish shades covered his eyes, making his true thoughts less discernible than normal but that was the least of the current paparazzi's qualms.
Those eyes, they needed to catch a shot of those eyes.
They were apart of his vehicle to fame and during the lengthy period of his stardom, the public had known him as that which he was: Amber Eyes.
This was Li Syaoran, man of many women's dreams [and none were ever too fantastical it seemed] and also the man of many men's nightmares [who were always grinding their teeth whenever their girlfriends or worse, wives sighed after the handsome young man.]
For almost a year he had been the center of the news, the brightest star in the sky, the crème de la crème. And he showed no signs of surrendering his position as such. Li Syaoran after all, very much enjoyed the attention he was given, and it was given in such overly ampleness that sometimes one wondered how seriously he took it all.
Of course, no one but him knew.
He flashed the crowd one of his many perfect smiles and waved in an almost friendly manner. To the public, he was untouchable though and they all knew it. For as popular, as desired, as respected and envied as Li Syaoran was, he had a wall built around him, a nice, sturdy, thick wall. It was laced with the message that told most people to, bluntly, keep their distance.
Yes, he was untouchable, but that only made him more desirable it seemed, as an idol, as a dream, and as a relative sex symbol.
People always wanted what they couldn't have.
"Li-san! Can you tell us when your next novel will be out?"
That was his profession, a writer. Odd that not more of them ever reached the top as he had, it was. It helped that all of his books had been made into movies and he had been in...all of them. That helped indeed. He wrote mostly beautiful fantasy stories, each with a whimsical fairy-tale like spin that had so many women pining after him it was almost sick. Except that it was completely understandable, because he was so very irresistible. His writing excelled beyond his years and was infamous not only in Japan but the great capital of his home, China, reaching even across wider waters to the enormous continent holding the United States, where much of his work was popular, if greatly due to his looks, more so than his artistry.
Because the moment the public first saw his face at this blossoming age of beauty, about eighteen, they knew what they wanted.
They wanted more.
And they got more. Newspapers plastered his image across their front pages; other movies had him doing unusually lengthy cameos; interviews were constantly being requested. There seemed to be in fact, no end to his fans and their reservoirs of attention, solely for him. He liked it that way.
Reaching the limousine door, he stopped before opening it and entering his white chariot.
"You'll just have to wait and see," he smirked good-naturedly and the door clicked serenely shut before the well-trained chauffeur sped off, quick to become a distant speck of white in the night's lonely darkness.
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Across town, a young girl, perhaps eighteen or thereabouts, kindly greeted the incoming customers to the finest restaurant that side of Tokyo...or any side of Tokyo for that matter.
Her smile was irrepressibly cheerful and she had a way with people. She certainly had a way with her long-time friend Yue who otherwise could not have been cajoled into doing this "summer job blasphemy" with her. As it was, the lithe and beautiful youth stood not a few feet away from the cheery girl, expressionless and somewhat sulky as he helped people bring their valises and other baggage [such as rich and screaming children] to their rooms.
The doors binged open again as the girl was waving kindly to the other current residents in the hotel, smiling brightly. She turned to greet the new person, or persons, as this would have it. At first she was appalled to see bright flashing going on outside the hotel this late at night; then she realized with a sigh of relief that it was only more cameras. They got a lot of that here; it being the most well-renowned and well-kept place to stay, they got a lot of celebrities, resident and foreign.
Sakura, for that was this green-eyed angel's name, absently blew a puff of air out the corner of her mouth in relative but muted resignation. She had long since given up the fight with her managers that their guests should be allowed to stay without the paparazzi constantly standing outside their doors. No, they said to her blithely; it was too good and free publicity to pursue banning it.
So the cameras and the reporters and the news crews stayed.
Pensively, Sakura wondered who, or what, she thought amusedly, celebrity she would have the "honor" of meeting this time, and of course, pleasantly ushering their usually primped and pompous selves into this nice, pristine hotel. Wherein, Yue would then grumble something that wasn't meant for the ears of children, Sakura would laugh softly at him, and they would share a secret smile only best friends did before parting to do their separate jobs once more. Speaking of Yue...
"So what is it this time?" came a none too pleased voice from behind her, obviously disliking the idea of catering to yet another spoiled movie star, or singer, or...circus animal as Yue thought many of them should be re- categorized into. They certainly acted as bad, or rather, worse. At least circus animals listened to directions. Celebrities were in a world of their own though, above the laws of common logic and apparently, egotistical enough to account for their lack of brain cells. This was the rather bleak stereotype such people had made for themselves in the past.
People just like Li Syaoran.
"I have no idea Yue. Don't sound so happy about it," she joked and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, none too softly either.
"Feh. What's there to be happy about? I still don't know how on earth you got me to ever agree to this...this..." Yue struggled to find the most appropriate and equally despicable term he could muster.
"Job?" Sakura supplied, innocently and in a tone that supposed she was also doing it helpfully. Yue knew better than to take what was on the mere surface of those beautiful green eyes though. He wasn't her best friend for nearly ten years for nothing. Oh no. Yue saw many things others did not in Sakura. The only one who saw more, perhaps, was her very best friend, Daidouji Tomoyo who was currently out of town with her mother Sonomi, chief of a very large corporate company.
Right now, Yue saw mischief lying beneath those green orbs and shook his head in light scorn.
"Job my foot! This is...is...punishment!" he finally decided upon. It wasn't nearly as grandiose as he had hoped for, nor was it as eloquent, but it embodied his feelings quite perfectly. It certainly felt like punishment to pedal push people's random things they thought to be necessary in life around like a well-trained goat.
"Is that so? Is it also cruel and unusual?" Sakura teased.
"Yes, yes it is. And as such, I think it ought to be an illegal crime of great proportions!" Yue stated so seriously, Sakura could no longer repress her threatening laughter. It was like a child's laugh, light and carefree, beautiful and pure. Yue couldn't help but relent a small chuckle himself; her laughter was positively infectious.
"And I think Yue is a big baby!" Sakura smirked.
"Am not!"
"Are too!" she grinned and tapped him on the nose like he was a naughty child, much to his mortification. At which point, he chose to turn his back to her and mutter some more things that were perhaps even more inappropriate for children than his previous obscenities and also at which point, Sakura mentally tallied their points.
Sakura nine, Yue two. That was the score thus far.
Best friends they were indeed, but they did not go a day without small and insincere spats like these ones; there were always at least five. Today had been particularly record breaking with twelve so far and counting. As was apparent, Sakura usually won, though as to specifically whether it was due to Yue's lack of perseverance when arguing with her or her own possession of spades of it, she wasn't sure. She let Yue mumble to himself a while before nudging him slightly. The doors had previously shut since the aforementioned newcomer was spending such a great deal of time tending to his camera fanatic fans but now binged open again, and with such a force that compelled Sakura and Yue to believe this person coming through commanded a presence unlike any other.
They had no idea.
As the flashing of the cameras died down, a figure strolled in, followed swiftly by bird-like assistants who chirped and chattered at him many things that passed right over Yue and Sakura who could only shrug to each other. This man was tall obviously, though no taller than Yue was now. He had tousled chocolate brown hair that looked positively sinful to run one's hands through [and it was] as well as what the two best friends were to soon find was an ever-present smirk on his chiseled features, eyes covered by a pair of extremely expensive shades.
"Hello sir and welcome to the Hikari. Please let me know if there is any way I can be of assistance to you or yours during your stay. Should I be unavailable, one of the other concierges will gladly substitute me," Sakura ran her well-oiled lines smoothly, her fluid voice tinting them with a sincerity that was profound and honest, just like her. The man before her seemed to stare at her a moment and then slowly removed his sunglasses and it was all Sakura could do not to gape.
There were the most amazing eyes she had ever seen.
And they were a vivid amber.
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Review please, ne? ^_~ I'd appreciate it. If you think I should continue this fic, let me know. "Work With Me" was discontinued due to some complex matters but until I can bring it back up, this is what I came up with.
Let me know onegai?
-Kaji Hikage
He exited the theater doors confidently, no swagger to his stride necessary to facilitate that undeniable smugness he retained while also appearing totally appealing.
"Li-san!"
Cameras flashed like thousands of electric bugs around the young phenomenon as he strode casually down the red carpet. His attire was nothing short of impeccable and his expression was everything defined by the word sensual. Dark, stylish shades covered his eyes, making his true thoughts less discernible than normal but that was the least of the current paparazzi's qualms.
Those eyes, they needed to catch a shot of those eyes.
They were apart of his vehicle to fame and during the lengthy period of his stardom, the public had known him as that which he was: Amber Eyes.
This was Li Syaoran, man of many women's dreams [and none were ever too fantastical it seemed] and also the man of many men's nightmares [who were always grinding their teeth whenever their girlfriends or worse, wives sighed after the handsome young man.]
For almost a year he had been the center of the news, the brightest star in the sky, the crème de la crème. And he showed no signs of surrendering his position as such. Li Syaoran after all, very much enjoyed the attention he was given, and it was given in such overly ampleness that sometimes one wondered how seriously he took it all.
Of course, no one but him knew.
He flashed the crowd one of his many perfect smiles and waved in an almost friendly manner. To the public, he was untouchable though and they all knew it. For as popular, as desired, as respected and envied as Li Syaoran was, he had a wall built around him, a nice, sturdy, thick wall. It was laced with the message that told most people to, bluntly, keep their distance.
Yes, he was untouchable, but that only made him more desirable it seemed, as an idol, as a dream, and as a relative sex symbol.
People always wanted what they couldn't have.
"Li-san! Can you tell us when your next novel will be out?"
That was his profession, a writer. Odd that not more of them ever reached the top as he had, it was. It helped that all of his books had been made into movies and he had been in...all of them. That helped indeed. He wrote mostly beautiful fantasy stories, each with a whimsical fairy-tale like spin that had so many women pining after him it was almost sick. Except that it was completely understandable, because he was so very irresistible. His writing excelled beyond his years and was infamous not only in Japan but the great capital of his home, China, reaching even across wider waters to the enormous continent holding the United States, where much of his work was popular, if greatly due to his looks, more so than his artistry.
Because the moment the public first saw his face at this blossoming age of beauty, about eighteen, they knew what they wanted.
They wanted more.
And they got more. Newspapers plastered his image across their front pages; other movies had him doing unusually lengthy cameos; interviews were constantly being requested. There seemed to be in fact, no end to his fans and their reservoirs of attention, solely for him. He liked it that way.
Reaching the limousine door, he stopped before opening it and entering his white chariot.
"You'll just have to wait and see," he smirked good-naturedly and the door clicked serenely shut before the well-trained chauffeur sped off, quick to become a distant speck of white in the night's lonely darkness.
--------------------------
Across town, a young girl, perhaps eighteen or thereabouts, kindly greeted the incoming customers to the finest restaurant that side of Tokyo...or any side of Tokyo for that matter.
Her smile was irrepressibly cheerful and she had a way with people. She certainly had a way with her long-time friend Yue who otherwise could not have been cajoled into doing this "summer job blasphemy" with her. As it was, the lithe and beautiful youth stood not a few feet away from the cheery girl, expressionless and somewhat sulky as he helped people bring their valises and other baggage [such as rich and screaming children] to their rooms.
The doors binged open again as the girl was waving kindly to the other current residents in the hotel, smiling brightly. She turned to greet the new person, or persons, as this would have it. At first she was appalled to see bright flashing going on outside the hotel this late at night; then she realized with a sigh of relief that it was only more cameras. They got a lot of that here; it being the most well-renowned and well-kept place to stay, they got a lot of celebrities, resident and foreign.
Sakura, for that was this green-eyed angel's name, absently blew a puff of air out the corner of her mouth in relative but muted resignation. She had long since given up the fight with her managers that their guests should be allowed to stay without the paparazzi constantly standing outside their doors. No, they said to her blithely; it was too good and free publicity to pursue banning it.
So the cameras and the reporters and the news crews stayed.
Pensively, Sakura wondered who, or what, she thought amusedly, celebrity she would have the "honor" of meeting this time, and of course, pleasantly ushering their usually primped and pompous selves into this nice, pristine hotel. Wherein, Yue would then grumble something that wasn't meant for the ears of children, Sakura would laugh softly at him, and they would share a secret smile only best friends did before parting to do their separate jobs once more. Speaking of Yue...
"So what is it this time?" came a none too pleased voice from behind her, obviously disliking the idea of catering to yet another spoiled movie star, or singer, or...circus animal as Yue thought many of them should be re- categorized into. They certainly acted as bad, or rather, worse. At least circus animals listened to directions. Celebrities were in a world of their own though, above the laws of common logic and apparently, egotistical enough to account for their lack of brain cells. This was the rather bleak stereotype such people had made for themselves in the past.
People just like Li Syaoran.
"I have no idea Yue. Don't sound so happy about it," she joked and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, none too softly either.
"Feh. What's there to be happy about? I still don't know how on earth you got me to ever agree to this...this..." Yue struggled to find the most appropriate and equally despicable term he could muster.
"Job?" Sakura supplied, innocently and in a tone that supposed she was also doing it helpfully. Yue knew better than to take what was on the mere surface of those beautiful green eyes though. He wasn't her best friend for nearly ten years for nothing. Oh no. Yue saw many things others did not in Sakura. The only one who saw more, perhaps, was her very best friend, Daidouji Tomoyo who was currently out of town with her mother Sonomi, chief of a very large corporate company.
Right now, Yue saw mischief lying beneath those green orbs and shook his head in light scorn.
"Job my foot! This is...is...punishment!" he finally decided upon. It wasn't nearly as grandiose as he had hoped for, nor was it as eloquent, but it embodied his feelings quite perfectly. It certainly felt like punishment to pedal push people's random things they thought to be necessary in life around like a well-trained goat.
"Is that so? Is it also cruel and unusual?" Sakura teased.
"Yes, yes it is. And as such, I think it ought to be an illegal crime of great proportions!" Yue stated so seriously, Sakura could no longer repress her threatening laughter. It was like a child's laugh, light and carefree, beautiful and pure. Yue couldn't help but relent a small chuckle himself; her laughter was positively infectious.
"And I think Yue is a big baby!" Sakura smirked.
"Am not!"
"Are too!" she grinned and tapped him on the nose like he was a naughty child, much to his mortification. At which point, he chose to turn his back to her and mutter some more things that were perhaps even more inappropriate for children than his previous obscenities and also at which point, Sakura mentally tallied their points.
Sakura nine, Yue two. That was the score thus far.
Best friends they were indeed, but they did not go a day without small and insincere spats like these ones; there were always at least five. Today had been particularly record breaking with twelve so far and counting. As was apparent, Sakura usually won, though as to specifically whether it was due to Yue's lack of perseverance when arguing with her or her own possession of spades of it, she wasn't sure. She let Yue mumble to himself a while before nudging him slightly. The doors had previously shut since the aforementioned newcomer was spending such a great deal of time tending to his camera fanatic fans but now binged open again, and with such a force that compelled Sakura and Yue to believe this person coming through commanded a presence unlike any other.
They had no idea.
As the flashing of the cameras died down, a figure strolled in, followed swiftly by bird-like assistants who chirped and chattered at him many things that passed right over Yue and Sakura who could only shrug to each other. This man was tall obviously, though no taller than Yue was now. He had tousled chocolate brown hair that looked positively sinful to run one's hands through [and it was] as well as what the two best friends were to soon find was an ever-present smirk on his chiseled features, eyes covered by a pair of extremely expensive shades.
"Hello sir and welcome to the Hikari. Please let me know if there is any way I can be of assistance to you or yours during your stay. Should I be unavailable, one of the other concierges will gladly substitute me," Sakura ran her well-oiled lines smoothly, her fluid voice tinting them with a sincerity that was profound and honest, just like her. The man before her seemed to stare at her a moment and then slowly removed his sunglasses and it was all Sakura could do not to gape.
There were the most amazing eyes she had ever seen.
And they were a vivid amber.
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Review please, ne? ^_~ I'd appreciate it. If you think I should continue this fic, let me know. "Work With Me" was discontinued due to some complex matters but until I can bring it back up, this is what I came up with.
Let me know onegai?
-Kaji Hikage