Konnichiwa minna-san...I am glad to present to you the Chapter Four of Open Up My Heart...

Disclaimer: The given author does not owe any part of Card Captor Sakura...or Card Captors...so kindly leave her alone...she needs her sleep and rest...and does not wished to be disturbed.

(A.N: As if...hey, wouldn't it be great to have a body guards of your own...not that I think it would be much fun)

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"Tomoyo, this was your plan for sure...tell me the truth?" Syaoran demanded holding a rattled Eriol by his collar.

Tomoyo bit her lower lip innocently, "What...kind of...err...truth do you want?" she asked eyeing her future husband who had his glasses now on the tip of his nose.

"Tell me why you sent me there in the first place...or I am gonna pulp your husband over here!" he said threateningly, even though there was a playful glint in his narrowed eyes. Once again he shook the living corpse in his hands.

"Just say it Tomoyo...I don't want to miss the chance of being officially together with you" Eriol pleaded pushing back his glasses, trying to maintain his balance.

Syaoran had already done the way he was assigned to do; which was to bring his partner's fiancée's luggage, back to the hotel where they would be staying in until the house they had bought would be finished with it's designing.

The couple had told him before his departure to an unknown apartment, that they would be going to purchase some furniture for their new house. So he had agreed to bring dear Tomoyo's luggage since they wouldn't be having time.

Indeed, he had decided to be nice to his best friend's bride-to-be, but instead he had been cheated.

Later when he had brought the baggage up to their hotel room, he had actually found them fast asleep together in their bedroom.

Tomoyo sighed, "Why couldn't you have been as dense as your friend Yamazaki?" she muttered.

Syaoran smirked, "Being naïve is totally out of my style!" he remarked, "Now tell me, why did you exactly send me to take your luggage while you to were relaxing happily making out and making me get out there in front of all those bloody reporters, who kept on running after me, trying to cover me up with their flashing recorders, while I had your 'oh so heavy' suitcase in my hand, trying to find my way to my trusty car!!!"

Finally he stopped regaining to catch his breath.

Till now Eriol had a sweet drop running down the back of his head, while Tomoyo had her mouth wide open.

Eriol just sighed and jerked away from his friend's hands, with a whole lot of force causing him to almost fall down on the floor. Finally he stood up straight, straightening his collar and glaring lightly at Syaoran at the same time.

Tomoyo was still staring at Syaoran, looking stumped.

"You mean you were angry because...a bunch of reporters decided to tread on you for a while?" she asked with swirly eyes.

Syaoran raised a brow, "I thought you guys knew I hated nosy cameras..."

The two couples glanced at each other then nodded knowingly, "Of course we knew that!" the exclaimed in unison.

Syaoran looked at them both strangely then shrugged, "You guys are getting weirder day by day!"

Tomoyo laughed nervously. She was certainly at the 'breaking down' point knowing that if she would tell Syaoran everything, then her beautifully arranged plan would be torn apart.

"Eh...don't worry..." Eriol added, "...this is just the part when we get 'cold feet'"

Syaoran didn't seem to buy his answer but he didn't let himself get to it.

Running his fingers through his hair, he walked to the small kitchen, remembering the part when Eriol had asked him to 'make himself useful' to whatever the room had.

Opening the refrigerator, he got out a can of Ginger Beer. Like a pro- he clicked the can open with the tip of his thumb, then walked back to the bedroom, where the two love birds were sitting together on the sofa, close to each other. By their expressions, they seemed to be talking about something serious.

Tomoyo was the first one to notice his presence as he seated himself on the bed.

She smiled sweetly at him, "So Syaoran...how did you like Sakura?" she asked ingenuously.

Syaoran instantly choked on his drink, "What!" he cried.

Eriol smirked at him, "Geez...don't you dare act like that dude...you know what we mean?"

Syaoran shook his head madly, "Who...who...do you mean?" he asked stuttering on his first word.

Tomoyo giggled at his behaviour, "Sakura, of course!"

Syaoran looked away from his friends' intense stare, "Oh...that girl...well she was polite...and..." He could still feel the taste of the coffee he had drank earlier right on the tip of his tongue.

"And?" Tomoyo urged with a look of interest in her eyes, as she held on tighter to Eriol's hands.

The young soccer player immediately had a far away look in his eyes, as he pictured the girl he had bumped into several times...three to be exact. He could even remember her scent...it was something like...sandalwood.

'Maybe I'll get a chance to bump into her again...now that I know that she is Tomoyo's best friend...and I know where she lives...I know her name, so I can probably get her phone number through the address book...'

"Syaoran?"

Quickly he whirled his head towards his friends.

"Yeah?"

Tomoyo frowned, "You were saying that she was polite and...?" she insisted showing hand movements.

Syaoran thought for a moment, trying to find the perfect word, but couldn't think of any.

'What word is perfect enough to match her?' he wondered.

Then after a lot of think he looked particularly at Tomoyo's anxious face.

"Stunning" he finally, blurted.

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Sakura moaned as she suddenly felt the loud cringing noise of the alarm. Giddily she flung her legs to the side of the bed, getting up slowly, while cursing at the same time.

"O' why do working days have to be so stressful?" she asked herself hitting her bed side table with her clumsy fist already knowing the answer.

Tiredly she heaved herself to her bathroom closing the door behind her.

After half an hour the door was once again opened and the amount of steam that was bottled up in the shower now escaped freeing itself.

Sakura soon appeared in her living room, with a white robe on.

'Why didn't I wear a robe yesterday?' she grunted.

A hunky picture soon welcomed itself in front of her, making her shove it away.

'Argh...that stupid guy took my sleep away' she exclaimed with a scowl on her fresh face.

Through the whole day yesterday she had been thinking of that soccer captain who had visited her.

She was still embarrassed of how she had appeared in front of him and how she had behaved.

Though she was not much of a soccer fan...she still couldn't get over the fact that Syaoran Li, the famous celebrity, the guy who was wanted almost all over the world by several thousand girls, the guy who was basically a millionaire, the jock who was an idol for more than millions had visited...her house...her small apartment.

What were the odds of even someone believing her if she said that to anyone. Ack...maybe...2%?

"Gee...maybe even less than that...and he says I have a nice home...what a scum!"

She turned on the music system that sat in the corner of the living room. Making sure it was the right volume she walked to the kitchen, wanting to taste the sour, but peaceful taste of coffee.

(A.N. personally I hate coffee...that is...unless it has loads and loads of sugar in it)

Few minutes later Sakura seated herself in front of the television, switching it on.

She flipped through almost all the channels then finally ended on the news.

(A.N. Ok...so she watches a lot of news...oh, and by the way you'll find out her age later in this...and no, she is certainly not 19)

For some reason her heart skipped a beat when she saw the 'hunk' again on the screen. He was smiling right back at the camera, but something inside his eyes said that he was actually focusing...on her!

Sakura whacked her head with her hand, as if to flee all of the weird thoughts running through her mind.

'I am getting so crazy nowadays...wait till I get hold of Tomoyo'

Getting hold of Tomoyo was always the hardest for Sakura...especially when it came to something one wanted her to admit. She had tried calling the hotel several times...but the person on the other line had repeated over the same thing, "Sorry...but they are not here...they will be back sooner or later in the evening...is there a message I can take for them, please"

'She is certainly cooking up something for me...and I am sure it's none other than her fiancé's friend...but that trick of hers isn't gonna last for long...I think I have known her long enough to figure that out'

The reporters were once again interviewing the soccer captain, and it seemed like it would take them a long time for them to understand whatever expression he used when they stuck their cameras in front of his face.

Sakura's face sickened as a consideration crossed her mind.

"Get over it!!" she declared loudly switching off the T.V.

Would they keep on bragging about their win, until they finally get sick about it?

'Because if that happens, then I don't think I can keep up with it...I must just end up taking to Eriol about it'

Lazily she glanced up at the clock, which was hung on the wall. It was still 7:15 am.

She could clearly remember the call she had got from Sora, her work mate. Usually on Wednesdays she had nothing special in her office, unless she had to go over the finance sheets, but from the call she had got yesterday, she was sure today would be just totally different.

#***flashback***#

"Hello...Sakura?"

"Sora?"

"Good to know that you recognised my voice" the girl on the other line giggled.

"Of course I did!"

"So...how are you going" the energetic girl asked.

Sakura smiled slightly, "Better than nothing...you know my friend Tomoyo?"

"Dear...how can I possibly forget the famous designer?!"

"Well...she and her fiancée bought a house..."

"Eriol Hiiragizawa is her fiancée, right?"

Sakura stared unknowingly, "Yeah...how did you know?"

"Silly...you told me...remember?"

Sakura carefully scratched her forehead, "Uh...I did...oh, anyways...well...they have decided to get married next month"

"Oh my gosh...are you serious or what?!" the frantic girl screamed.

Sakura laughed pulling the phone away from her ears, "Yes...I am serious"

"Oh...they look so cute together...they will make the perfect couple...don't you think?"

Sakura smiled sadly as something caught her breath, "Oh yes...they will...make the perfect couple"

"Man, Sakura...you are so lucky...you know so many celebrities!"

Once again Sakura laughed gaily, "It's nothing to do with luck...Tomoyo has been my friend ever since we were little and..."

"Yes I know...she is also your third cousin...but that still doesn't matter...I am surprised at you...you should have turned your career into a singer or something, instead of working at Trésor"

"Thanks for the compliment Sora...but there is one thing that's truly bad about me...and that's my voice"

"Nonsense...you have the perfect voice...now that I think of it...why don't you become a singer or something" 

"No way...anyway...you need more than a perfect voice to become a singer...but anyways, it doesn't matter now"

"Sakura...I don't know what's it with you putting yourself down...I mean, my other friends, they hardly dare say anything bad about themselves...but I actually had a very important reason to call you"

Sakura face instantly turned serious, "What is it?"

"Lakmé has agreed with the partnership!"

"They did?"

"Yeah, and now they wanted to check out some of the samples of our products...it seems that there are a lot of people using Trésor..."

Sakura cut her friend off, "But wasn't Ben saying that he would never have anything to do with them again?"

Sora chuckled at that, "Well that is what he had said before...Lakmé gave him a five years contract of half a million per annum"

"What?!" Sakura shrieked.

The girl on the other line scoffed, "You heard me right"

"Half a million dollars per years...you are pulling my bloody leg!!!?" Sakura gaped rubbing her ears trying hard to believe what she was listening to.

"Why would I try to pull your leg...and Ben absolutely agreed to her"

"Her...it's a her?"

"Yeah...I guess that figures why he was so suddenly interested...but the moneys good too"

"Perhaps...so when did this happen?" she asked curiously.

"Yesterday...that Aurora had actually come personally to his house"

"Who on earth is Aurora?"

"Oh Sakura...you don't even know the co-owner of that company?"

Sakura shrugged, "I just keep tracks of the owners...that's Mihara Kasumi, right?"

"Yep...so I got a call from Ben's secretary saying that someone from our company had to take a few of the products to them showing about their outcomes, so they would be happy in what they are going to do...because she says that Aurora is very strict about the herbs and stuff they use in the products"

"Okay, but I though the secretary was on a leave?"

"Oh, she came back...but anyways...what do you think about the offer?"

Sakura clutched the phone harder startled at the sudden question, "What offer...you never told me anything about an offer"

"Well, that was the main reason I called you, Vicki said that I could choose another person to come with me"

"Uh...okay so let me get this straight...Ben told Vicki to appoint someone from our company..."

"Uh, uh...there is a correction there...he actually said two women who worked directly under him and...they must be impressive, and must be having complete information of the products which are being used"

Sakura sighed, "...okay, so then Vicki called you appointing you as one of the women, and now..."

"...I am asking you to be the other one...please Sakura, I know you don't want to go...but please do this for me...please..."

"Sora, I..." Sakura started only to be interrupted by Sora again.

"Please Sakura!!!"

There was something in her voice than made her match like a little girl asking her to come to the park, and so eventually Sakura had to give in

"Where?"

Sora suddenly squealed at the question, "Yes!!!" "...it's in Tokyo Centre...that's not where the company is...but that is where the 'co-owner' stays...oh man Sakura, I honestly thought you would never come!!"

"But didn't Ben say impressive women..." Sakura asked sarcastically knowing what was going on in her boss's mind.

"Oh, shut it Sakura...he asked me to come because somehow the other people during conference were looking at me with great deal of interest every time I talked, and I think because of that Ben got this idea of asking Vicki to send me ask one, and don't you dare ask why I invited you. You, a twenty two year old young beautiful woman is more than enough to impress anyone in this whole world...you know it, so don't ask me anymore questions on why I asked you to come along!!"

With that she completed her whole speech in one short breath.

"Breath Sora..." Sakura joked with a playful hint, slightly blushing from the load of compliment she had just got. One thing was for sure...she would never be able to impress anyone...at least never a guy who would think more about her.

"Hehe, okay so can you meet me at the office tomorrow. I think it's better if we take only one car"

"Okay...so I guess I'll see you then"

"Okay...bye"

"Buh-bye"

#***end of flashback***#

Sakura sighed momentarily.

'Oh, why did I agree with her?' she thought miserably.

"At least I don't have to see that snake's face for today" she answered feeling slightly stupid of asking herself a rhetorical question.

Saying that her mood lightened up a bit.

She switched off the television, already sick of the 'hunk'.

'Hmm...hunk...he's not too bad...that is for a jock'

Rolling her eyes she got up, surprised at her self. Smiling cheekily she walked to her bedroom, ready to impress Lakmé.

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"Uh...Tomoyo...I need to ask you something" a quite voice whispered while he entered the kitchen where a busy Tomoyo was cooking.

"What is it Syaoran?" she asked not bothering to look back at her friend.

Syaoran slowly turned around glancing at Eriol who was yet on the bed taking to Yamazaki with his cell phone.

Looking back at Tomoyo's active figure he took in a lungful of breath. Then let it all out. I...err...need to ask you something?" he said in a low voice.

Unknown to Syaoran Tomoyo smirked, then she turned to face Syaoran's sweating figure.

'This better be about Sakura!' she said grimly to herself.

Syaoran rubbed his eyes, as soon as his eyes fell on Tomoyo's face.

"I wanted to ask you something...about that...friend of yours" he breathed.

Tomoyo was loudly screaming from inside.

'Aha...where is Eriol when I need him?' she though excited.

The twenty five year old stared at Tomoyo's bright face.

"Uh huh...no...I repeat you will not say any of this to your four-eyed fiancé...please!" he immediately pleaded as he noticed her gaze fall on Eriol who was laughing now.

Tomoyo sighed, "Oh ok" then her mood lighted, "What do you want to ask me about Sakura?" she asked enthusiastically.

Syaoran's gaze went around the small kitchen making sure not to meet the perky amethyst ones.

'Should I ask her?'

"Oh Syaoran...just ask already?" Tomoyo insisted as if reading his mind.

'Here goes nothing...and stick to the formalities' Syaoran reminded himself.

"I...uh...just wanted to ask...if uh...Kinomoto-san...um...has a...uh...boyfriend?" stuttered a particular masculine introvert voice.

To be continued...

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Hey, guys...hope you like this chapter...sorry about using the product Lakmé. I know it would be the least you could expect, but it's the middle of the night and I cannot think of any other cream product...so gomen about that -_-

You found what Sakura's age was when she was on the phone with Sora.

Just wanted to tell you that Tomoyo is also the same age as Sakura, that is twenty-two. Eriol is 26 while Syaoran is 25. Review Please!!! ^o^