Mr. Gentleman

Chapter Two

AN:// Thanks for the reviews, guys! Sorry for such a long time on the new installment~ I had a basic plot drawn up, but my lazy fingers just didn't want to budge a millimeter over the weekend. (See, this is why reviews help me…)

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DISCLAIMER: Nope don't own CCS… but the storyline's all mine!

Q & A: Maybe in the next chapter. ^____^

*Next morning- Hotel Li*

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Syaoran Li woke up to the shrill sound of the telephone ringing next to his ear. He reluctantly opened one tired eyelid and gave the phone his evil, loathsome glare before quickly picking up the phone and replacing it back on its cradle before the person could utter a syllable.

"That's not going to solve the problem, Mr. Li."

"WHOA!" Syaoran jumped at Sakura's voice and tumbled onto the floor in a big heap of tangled blankets.

Sakura was sitting at the edge of his bed dressed in a pink jogging suit and her hands neatly folded in her lap. She looked quite peaceful perched on his grand bed.

"I thought I locked the door." Syaoran stated in an annoyed tone of voice.

"No worries, you did.." She chirped joyfully, dangling the copy key by its chain around her pinky. "I had Eriol give me a copy of the master key."

Syaoran stood up, revealing his half-naked form covered in navy and yellow striped boxers. Without warning or thinking, he quickly made a grab for the outstretched key. Sakura pulled it back the last second, even faster than Syaoran's lightning grasp, and in doing so, causing Syaoran to lose his balance.

Thus, causing Syaoran to land on top of Sakura.

"Eeepp!" Sakura had no time to dodge Syaoran, in all his lovely glory, as he smothered her to the bed.

Both faces turned deep, bright red as Syaoran hurriedly tried to scramble off the bed with his remaining dignity. Sakura looked like she was going to be scarred for the rest of her life.

"You…you…HOW DARE YOU!" Sakura managed to huff as she threw an ivory silk pillow at his head.

Syaoran sidestepped and managed to avoid the feathery missile. Before he could breathe a word of protest, Sakura grabbed another pillow and chucked it at him with all her petite strength. The pillow connected with the side of his head, but silently dropped to the floor in a swirling cloud of feathers.

Sakura's hand grazed another pillow, and she instinctively threw it at Syaoran's head, which also connected with his head. More feathers ensued.

Sakura's eyes hungrily looked for more missiles to project at her guilty target, but Syaoran's voice managed to snap her out of it.

"Feathers…You destroyed my pillows!" Syaoran barked as he grabbed her wrists, before they reached another pillow, and held her closely to his chest. She was totally immobilized in his steely grip, and it was futile to struggle. All she could do was quietly watch as the last of the feathers dropped to the ground.

His room was covered with long, white, Italian goose feathers...

"It looks…pretty." She commented dryly, her voice cracking, as she felt the piercing amber eyes boring a hole in the back of her head.

"And you call yourself a mannerism tutor." He whispered mockingly, before he released her, and none too gently either.

Syaoran didn't bother picking up the feathers as he sauntered to his private bathroom and promptly slammed it shut, causing a gust of air to blow through the tornado of feathers and send them flying everywhere.

Is slamming doors his trademark? she thought angrily as she plotted her next plan of attack against the atrocious young man named Syaoran Li.

 *Other Side of the Door*

Two people were kneeling outside Syaoran's doors, pressing the ears against the thick wood, trying to penetrate any leaking parts of their conversation.

"How are they doing?" Eriol whispered to the enchanting girl with lavender locks, whose face was wrinkled with concentration, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. She still looked beautiful, nonetheless.

"Well, obviously, Mr. Li slammed the door in her face." She stated as she tucked the annoying strands of hair behind her ear. Almost immediately, the locks of hair return to their position, which was right next to her nose, tickling her sensitive skin.

"Having a bad hair day?" he asked good-naturedly, as he leaned forward to tuck the piece of hair for her.

"The name is Miss Daidoujii, thank you very much." She retorted, as she pulled away from his outstretched fingers and angrily pulled her long, lavender hair in a messy bun with a hair tie.

"Really? I thought it was Tomoyo." He replied as he eyed the sneaky strands of hair return to their position by her nose.

"Don't start with me. I thought we already went through with this, Mr. Hiiragizawa! We shall both address ourselves with proper dignity— Sakura and I are here on strict business!" she evilly eyed the strands of hair lingering by her eye and she huffed a powerful puff of air to blow it away— only to have it return once more.

"I have no idea what the word 'work' means. Neither does Syaoran." He stated doggedly before gently, almost tenderly, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her delicate ear. "You and Miss Kinomoto should learn to loosen up. It gets stressful in the big city."

"I've always lived in the city."

"Perhaps, but you haven't lived in the big city."

"There is no difference between Tomoeda and Hong Kong—"

"But there is! I shall have to give you a personal tour of Hong Kong myself. It'll be perfectly enjoyable and educational."

"Who cares if it's educational?"

"Well…. I know how that word means a lot to girls like you."

"Girls like me?! You don't even know me!"

"But soon I will, won't I? Soon I will…" he trailed off as he quickly got up and tiptoed away.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Away from Miss Kinomoto."

Sure enough, Sakura burst through the doors in just seconds after Eriol's departure, her face cherry red and her hair mussed and knotted with goose feathers. She tried to regain some composure before muttering, "I need a vacuum, now."

Eriol stuck his head out from behind the kitchen wall and said, "The hotel maids clean our apartment everyday, so there's no need to clean it yourself."

There was a loud, sinister cackle in the air and Eriol could have sworn the room darkened with foreboding shadows.

"I am not the one who's going to clean, Mr. Hiiragizawa."

"Well, then, it's in the hall closet, feel free to use any of our appliances. I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast if you need me."

Eriol gulped as he returned to the task of making breakfast, murmuring under his breath, "There's gonna be a funeral today… Syaoran cleaning his room for the first time…"

*In the Bathroom*

As soon as he slammed the door shut, Syaoran frantically tried to calm down his rapidly pounding heart and cool down his burning cheeks. When he glanced at the mirror and saw his half naked counterpart, he all but yanked the hanging green bathrobe, in order to cover himself.

SHE SAW ME HALF-NAKED! He thought somewhat mortified as he tied the waist ribbon in a double knot.

Syaoran's amber pupils slowly lifted to meet his gaze in the full panel mirror. His auburn hair had taken on the messy just-got-out-of-bed look, his amber eyes were relaxed, and his body looked lean but healthy, unlike those artificial body-builders on television.

There's no need to feel embarrassed…she probably liked seeing my chest… He thought for a moment, but with a look of pure horror, shook his head violently, like an Etcher Sketcher trying to erase its picture.

His bathroom was coordinated to his tastes:  clean, practical, and nice-smelling. The main color theme being green… for some reason, he always liked the mellow yet vibrant feelings that the color gave off. It left him in a good mood.

Suddenly, an image of Sakura's face popped up in his head, her emerald-green eyes as the main focus.

He let out a low growl as he hastily slapped some toothpaste on his green toothbrush and brushed his teeth with merciless jabs. Up, down, side to side, in and out, and back to up and down. His motions soon slowed down and he stopped brushing his teeth altogether.

Syaoran could have sworn he heard the faint grumble of a vacuum… but that's impossible, the maids were on strict schedules to clean the rooms after making sure the residents were gone.

Whoever was cleaning his room could be fired for being seen by Syaoran, since his family owned and ran the whole joint…

He quickly spit out the foam and washed his mouth out with water. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and he hoped with every fiber of his being that it wasn't the she-devil.

The she-devil that calls herself Sakura Kinomoto….

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