--The next morning--
"Oh my god, I can't believe I woke up late!! I am so screwed!!" A navy-haired man cried.
"Where's my outfit?? My shoes?! I didn't forget them at the dry-cleaners!! Did I???" Amethyst-eyed Tomoyo yelled.
"HHHOOOOEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why didn't anybody wake me up???!?!?!?!?!?!?"
--
Syaoran groggily walked out of his bedroom. Once he stepped out, he collided with Eriol. "What the hell…?" Syaoran muttered, clutching onto his head.
"Sorry man!" Eriol yelled, standing up and running off.
Once he stood up, Tomoyo and Sakura started running from the other direction. 'Oh shit.' The three collided, causing another great fall for Syaoran.
"Oh my god…" Tomoyo groaned.
"Syaoran?" Sakura asked after sitting up. "Tomoyo? Are you guys okay?"
"Been better." He muttered, blinking his eyes. "What the hell's going on with you people anyway?? First Eriol hits me then…"
"Well, I'm really sorry." Tomoyo said as she stood up with Sakura's help.
"Yeah, Syaoran. I'm so sorry." Sakura helped him up. "You okay?"
"I'll live."
"What were you doing here anyways? You're usually in the living room by now." Tomoyo wondered.
He shook his head. "Slept in."
"Aren't you going to be late?" Eriol asked, whizzing by them.
"Shut up, man." He muttered.
"Well I'm going to use the bathroom." Tomoyo started off in the other direction.
--
Sakura watched Syaoran groan and start walking to the living room. She decided to follow him. He then glanced at her throwing a very confusing look."What?" She asked innocently.
"Why are you following me?"
"Hey, I didn't know the living room was off-limits."
He snorted. "Bull."
"I'm not a bull. I'm a woman."
He almost laughed. "You mean a kid."
She scrunched her face and kicked him hard on the shins.
"OW! What the hell??" Syaoran rubbed his throbbing leg.
She smiled innocently.
"Remind me never to get near your foot again."
--
She sat beside him as he leaned back on the couch and turned on the TV. It surprised him that she was still sitting there, watching with him, when she was supposed to go and change into work clothes. The curiousness bit him hard on the back and he asked.
"Why aren't you changing yet?" He asked abruptly, startling her.
"Oh my gosh." She mumbled. "That kinda scared me."
"Well it's over." He retorted slowly.
She glared at him playfully. "I think I know that."
"Then answer my question."
"Because…" She sighed. "I don't want to go to work. I don't want to do anything, but hang out here!!" She fell into his arms in a dramatic way.
He rolled his eyes and pushed her off of him. "I gotta get ready in 30 minutes, so either you change and hitch a ride with me OR stay here and not earn money independently."
She stood up and stomped on the floor as loud as she could, but to her disappointment, it was carpeted. Her hands fixed on her hips; she trudged off to her room angrily. Syaoran watched her go and sneered a little. 'Must be that time of the month.' He shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore, and continued to watch the show.
----
Later, Syaoran walked out of the elevator knowing that Sakura would be there waiting by his car. When he closed the basement door after him, he glanced at Sakura and she looked…nice. She wore a blue-shaded pair of Capri pants and a long, white polo shirt on top of a black spaghetti-strap with a pair of white-and-blue, high-heeled, platform runners. Her hair was up on a bun with slight bangs showing off from the sides of her face.
"Uh." Syaoran started, feeling his voice caught in this throat. "Y-you, uh…you uh…"
She blushed under his gaze. "Like my clothes?"
He cleared his throat. "Uh yeah. It's fine."
"Thanks." She mumbled. "It's, um, jean day."
"Ah ok." He walked over to his side of the car.
She felt a little down by his words, but didn't mind it. 'I guess he's not good with words…or I just look horrible.'
--
When they got to her building, she took her bag and notes. "Thanks for the ride." She said as she got out of the car.
He nodded.
"Well um…I guess…I should get going…" She waved lightly and turned around.
He sighed and got the courage he really needed. "Sakura, wait."
"What?" She turned back around and walked over to the car. "What is it, Syaoran?"
He stared at her in a very affectionate way that made her insides soften up.
"Uh…you really look…beautiful."
That surprised her, but it didn't stop the red from coming up. "Thank you." She smiled and blew him a kiss. "I feel gorgeous." She joked.
He didn't smile back at her, but touched her cheek lightly. "You better." His eyes softened. "Later kid."
This time, she let it go. "Bye."
----
Syaoran waited in his cubicle for Jennifer, knowing that he had to apologize for the night before. Thoughts reeled in his mind, allowing him to pay attention elsewhere. He glanced up and saw her walk into her desk and he decided to go see her. He stood up and walked slowly.
"Hi." Jennifer grinned up at him. "What brings you here?"
"I just…I, uh…I…just…uh." He didn't quite know what to say. "Uh…I…sorry." He muttered finally.
"Don't worry about it. I had loads of fun." She giggled. "I even made a date with one guy."
"Really?" He was surprised, but relieved.
"Yes."
"So…you…are going to leave me alone…now?"
She laughed out loud. "Yes I am going to leave you alone now. It was my end of the deal, so I might as well live up to it."
He smirked. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. But…thank you for the date."
"Wasn't much of a date, but no problem."
She shook her head, laughing.
"Later." He walked back to his desk, feeling glad and relieved at the same time.
--
"Work sucks." He muttered as he stared at the computer. After a minute or so, he growled. "Work, you damn computer!!"
"Syaoran, hey…calm down, man!" Miguel strutted over to him. "You got 15 minutes left! Don't worry about it."
"I can't, man." He rubbed his temples. "The computer froze and I gotta ship off this thing!! I'm screwed."
"Restart it. See if it works." He suggested.
Syaoran groaned. "Nothing works with this son of a-"
"LI! Someone's here to see you!" The secretary yelled from outside.
"Then let him in!!" He yelled back angrily, assuming it was a guy.
"Calm down, dude." Miguel whispered.
--
He didn't bother looking at Miguel or anything else. The computer was screwed and he was too. Worry was spread across his face and he didn't care who the person was coming to see him. The only thing he cared about was his work and it was slightly going downhill.
"Syaoran." Miguel knocked him out of his thoughts. "Syaoran. Syaoran!"
He shut his eyes and leaned back on his chair, groaning angrily. "What??"
"I gotta go. Bye, man."
"Yeah whatever." He rested his hands behind his head with elbows sticking out.
--
Moments later, a loud, irritating voice whirred him out of his thoughts. "Li Syaoran?"
'Who the hell is that?' "That's me."
"Do you know who this is?"
"Tell me and I'll find out." He replied dryly.
"Why don't you look at me and see?"
"No thanks. I got a problem to deal with here."
"Do you need my help?" Her voice shrilled by the second.
He winced. 'With a banshee like her?? Hell no!' "Uh…no."
"Well then." She sniffed. "I'm here to tell you that…something has happened."
"What happened?" He asked, bored.
"Sakura Kinomoto…she was kidnapped."
His heart stopped.