Konnichiwa minna-san... here is chapter three...first of all I have to apologise for two things.

1: This is for Itty Bitty...gomen for deleting The Door To Our Past...its just that I didn't have much independent ideas on it. And can't keep stalling it for ever...so I took my final decision *sniff*. Gomen nasai.

2: Okay...this is to all the Celtics fans out there. Sorry I had to use that team name...and make them loose...but I...err had to. Next time I'll try and make up my own 'imaginable' soccer teams. *sighs*

One last thing: THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED...ARIGATO GOZAIMASU.

Disclaimer: Last chapter I forgot about it...but here it is...I DO NOT OWN CCS.

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Syaoran stared at her still shaking her tiny hand.

'Sakura...'

Then, noticing that he had been holding it too long, he let it drop gently.

He could smell a very distinct scent...something which he enjoyed breathing.

Sakura took a deep breath, knowing that this would get her nowhere if they just stood where they were.

"Why don't you come in?" she moved aside, but Syaoran just stood straight, a small smile playing on his lips.

Instead he took a step back.

Sakura frowned as he looked at the ground. 'What is he doing?'

He looked at her bare feet, and then followed his gaze up her body, noticing that she was wearing a long blue shirt, which reached right above her knees.

Then he looked at her confused face and tilted his head.

Sardonically, he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Did I disturb you while you were having your shower?" he asked coolly.

Sakura just blinked him, "How...how did you know?' she asked rubbing away the beads of water from her face. But many more made their way through down from her hair. 'This is so embarrassing'

Syaoran just laughed at her behaviour making her forehead to crease.

"Is something wrong?" she demanded, rather irritated.

Syaoran shook his head, holding back another smile.

"Nope...nothing is wrong...other than the fact that you...are soaking wet...your hair is really damp...and I think you need to go and change what you are wearing" he finished pointing at her shirt.

Sakura looked down at herself, and nearly screamed when she saw what she was wearing.

Without thinking she slammed the door on his face, causing him to flinch.

"I won't be a minute!" she yelled from inside.

Syaoran chuckled at himself then let out a smile.

'So this is Tomoyo's friend...'

Sakura ran inside her room, careful not to drip water all on the floor.

"Argh, Sakura...you shameless monster...maybe Touya calling me a kaijuu wasn't wrong after all"

She grabbed a dry towel and wiped herself then she changed into another green shirt and white three-forth shorts.

She glanced at herself in the mirror.

"You just talked to a celebrity, while only wearing a shirt..." she growled tying the now wet towel around hair..

As soon she slipped on her slipper she ran to the front door.

Taking a deep breath she then opened it, revealing a bored Syaoran who was standing in the same place where she had left him before.

He looked down at her as soon as their eyes met. He noticed the white fluffy towel which was wrapped around her hair.

"I...uh...sorry about that...please come in" she offered again moving out of the way.

Syaoran grinned at her, and then entered the small apartment.

After offering a seat to him in the living room, she walked herself to the kitchen.

"Would you like tea or coffee?" a muffled voice asked from the kitchen.

Syaoran looked around the room, answering at the same time.

"Um...coffee would be fine, thank you" he replied his eyes falling on a photo frame on top of the T.V, which held a younger Sakura of about sixteen, with a girl whom he recognised as Tomoyo, who was the same age. There were a few more photo frames down on the shelf but they were too far away for him too peek at,

He smiled at the homey touch he felt. It was nice and warm in there.

Sakura soon appeared in front of him, holding a tray with two traditional Japanese cups, and saucers.

Syaoran kindly accepted his coffee, while Sakura sat down opposite him.

She apologised once more taking a sip of her coffee, "Sorry about what happened earlier...I...um...was in a hurry"

Syaoran nodded, "That's okay" He slowly lowered his gaze at her left hand scanning her fingers for a ring.

'Good...'

She could feel the nervousness entering her already. Here she was having coffee with Japan's most famous Soccer player, who guy she had only met twice by accident...what on earth was she supposed to say.

But lucky for her, Syaoran always had a conversation ready in his mind.

"You have a very nice apartment," he said placing his half emptied cup of coffee on the table.

"Thanks", 'Gee...I bet your house is larger...ok...way larger' she added sarcastically in her mind. But she knew he was just trying to be nice.

"Just wanted to ask..." Syaoran started, "...do you work at the Trésor..." When he didn't find an answer he made up his excuse, "Sorry...I just thought that you did since...I...bumped into you yesterday at the reception"

"Actually I do...I work directly under Ben Rogers" she said seriously. 'And I thought he would be angry since what I said to him across the car...'

Syaoran looked at her curiously. "Do you like him?" he asked with a sudden impulse gazing into her lovely green eyes.

Sakura almost jumped with shock, "What!?"

Syaoran smiled then recorrected his question, "Do you like him...as a boss?"

'Think before you ask her anything next time'

Sakura shrugged, but sighing at the same time, "Not bad"

Taking back the cup in his hands again he took another sip.

Sakura was starting to feel uncomfortable at this, 'This is one weird guy...how can he talk to a person who is not his fan...maybe I can just say that I have to go somewhere and...'

"I guess you are a close friend of Tomoyo" he said interrupting her train of thoughts.

Sakura sat the cup down on the saucer.

"Yeah...actually we are distant cousins...we never knew that until I met her mother"

"How come she stays here with you then...if you don't mind me asking?"

Sakura looked at him sincerely, "Well...she doesn't exactly stay here with me...she just visits me every time she has time...which is almost everyday...some days her mother goes out of town...and by knowing Tomoyo, she doesn't like travelling much...so she stays here over night for a day or two until her mother arrives back"

Syaoran then smirked, "No wonder I see her more frequently with Eriol nowadays"

"Yeah"

Sakura lowered her gaze. She never knew she would be talking to a celebrity. But she couldn't feel any excitement in her. She just felt him as a normal guy...okay...a normal handsome guy. Maybe it was just because she hated soccer...and anyone involved in it. But he seemed like a nice guy. Well a 'handsome' guy to have a conversation with.

'Shut yourself Sakura' she muttered to herself.

Silence took over the room for a few second, until Syaoran broke it.

"Heard that you don't like much of soccer" he coughed.

Sakura blushed looking down hoping that he wouldn't see her embarrassed face.

'Ok, now he brings the topic up'

Fortunately for her...he didn't.

"I...uh...don't watch much of it" she answered her voice faltering.

Syaoran chuckled at her response.

Sakura looked up, getting somehow angry with him again.

"What's so funny about that?' she asked her voice getting a bit edgy.

Syaoran at once noticed the tone, but wasn't bothered by it.

'Looks like she has a 'nerve' vein'

"Well...it's just amusing" he concluded.

"What is so amusing?" she countered.

"Let's see...maybe the fact that you were fuming when I had a little talk with you from my car"

Sakura raised an eyebrow at this, "You got that right...I was fuming"

Syaoran nodded setting the empty cup down, "Now...I can really see that you really hate my job"

Setting down hers as well she leaned back on the sofa, "Sorta"

Syaoran smiled at her. She was taking this so seriously.

"I don't understand...what's there to loath against it...it is fun" he tempted wanting to know more.

'I guess he isn't the person to drop subjects'

"I don't loath it..." Sakura confirmed her voice like a businesswomen, "...it's just..."

She stopped for a moment trying to find the right word to pop in her mind, but lucky for her Syaoran completed her sentence.

"...unfair?"

Sakura looked at him peculiarly, then finished, "Yes"

Syaoran bit his lips not wanting to laugh, but Sakura saw his vain attempt.

"Oh, just laughed already..." she sighed, a small vein appearing on her forehead.

But Syaoran knew his manners better, "Have you ever heard the saying... 'All is fair in love and war'?"

Sakura inwardly rolled her eyes, "I have...infact that was the first saying I was taught in kindergarten"

Somehow, he didn't take this as an insult instead he went on, "...well...when we have our games...it is also know as war"

Sakura scoffed at this, "That is the last thing I'll ever believe Mr Li"

"Why so?"

"Because when playing your 'game' people don't die as they do when they are playing 'war'"

Syaoran folded his arms, "Did you hear about Number thirteen from Celtics spraining his ankle?"

"Actually...I have...and it did him a lot good, don't you think?" she added mordantly.

"Maybe that's what people who aren't fans of soccer might think...but that little stunt up there was just an accident" 'Man this girl has gotta be in the states debate team'

"Accident?" Sakura laughed a sarcastic tone following, "Do you think it would have been an accident if he would have broken his ankle...have you ever thought of what he would do then...he certainly can't play soccer with only one leg...or maybe on a wheelchair, can he?"

Syaoran just bored into her eyes, 'Hmm...stubborn...her eyes....are they green...naw...much more like emerald...innocent......rosy lips...whoa...Syaoran, man...pull yourself together!!'

Sakura was startled at his sudden behaviour. 

'Why is he so quiet all of a sudden?'

"Um...excuse me?" she waved a hand in front of his face, making him snap to reality.

"I...uh...um....I think...I...uh...have to go...yeah...that's it...I think I have to leave now...sorry...but I loose track of time whenever I am in a deep conversation...I am sorry to have wasted your time" 'Especially with someone like you...though I don't think I've ever met anyone like you'

Briskly he stood up.

Sakura frowned, "Are you okay?"

Syaoran laughed, "Uh yeah sure...thanks for the coffee"

She nodded, "Wait here...I'll bring you Tomoyo's bags...it's in her room...somewhere"

Saying that she walked to one of the farthest rooms.

Syaoran just stood straight mumbling to himself while rubbing his forhead.

"Syaoran...you are really crazy...you don't even know this girl...and for god's sake...she is perfect to be your daughter...and you are falling for her...a girl who is about nineteen...and she works...how can that be possible...she works...I was still in university when I was twenty...this is crazy...no wait, I am crazy...hitting on a girl...who I just met...wait I am even worst than Eriol...oh god, what's happening to me?"

"What's happening to you?"

Syaoran whipped his head towards Sakura who was straining herself to carry a suitcase that looked heavy...by the size of it looked really heavy.

Syaoran shook his head ferociously, "Err...nothing...here, let me help you with that"

Sakura gladly dropped the huge bag.

He easily lifted it up with his right hand and headed for the door.

"Maybe we'll bump into each other again one day...hopefully"

Sakura smiled at him.

"Yeah...hopefully"

Syaoran extended his free hand, "Nice meeting you"

Shaking his hand firmly again, Sakura let go, "You too" 'I think now I know why Tomoyo sent him here'

Putting over his hood again Syaoran opened the door wide.

"You know, it's not that cold out there"

Syaoran turned back, the sunlight from the stair window shining on his face merrily.

"I use it for different things...for instance...keeping myself away from people swarming on me"

Sakura slowly nodded.

'This guy is certainly weird for a jock'

Syaoran care fully ascended the broad stairs.

"See ya some other time...maybe we can finished our talk then"

"Yeah...bye"

Sakura stayed at the door, until she watched he disappear out of sight.

"Tomoyo...you certainly have some explaining to do"

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