Disclaimer: Sorry, I didn't write this before…here goes…I do not own Card Captor Sakura. All the characters belong to CLAMP. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and cry my head out and then use my writing powers to bring all the characters back to life…thank goodness I got that out of the way…

A/N: If you don't know, most of this story will be in flashback, kind of different, but the beginning and end of the story will be in the present. Also there will be little excerpts from the book, Syaoran had written…but the excerpts will be comical form…you'll love these, trust me…

Chapter 2: The First Meeting In Air

Sakura simply gaped at the first-class department of the airplane like a goldfish. She had of course never been in first-class but from stories from Tomoyo who went to a fashion show out of Japan every other week, it was supposed to be the best service ever. Sakura could simply shake her head at how wrong Tomoyo had been. The first class wasn't the best—it was fantastically the most excellent thing ever!

" Hi, Madam," a perky airhostess said in her high-pitched shrilly voice.

" Er…hi…" Sakura replied swearing silently. Man, could this woman get any perkier? Sakura smiled nervously.

" You must be new," the airhostess, said perkily, " can you hand me over your ticket so I can show you to your seat?"

"… uh, yeah," Sakura handed the woman her royal blue ticket that was stamped over and over.

The airhostess merely stared at the ticket like her life depended on it. She then looked at Sakura with her beady blue eyes and said, " Oh. My. God. Your seat is right beside SYAORAN LI! AHHH, you are seating beside the amber-eyed hunk, can you believe that…don't you feel lovely, excited perhaps, dreamy?"

It was Sakura's turn to stare at the airhostess. What was she screaming about? She wouldn't have cared less if she were sitting right beside the President of America. Syaoran Li? The amber-eyed hunk? Since when was this unfortunate decision made? She despised men like that playboy—shunning around women like they were playthings—toys much like little kids were given to play with. She loathed people whose minds were the size of ants and egos the size of Asia. Syaoran Li wouldn't be any different since he was the richest man in all of Asia and usually when people had money like that, their heads tended to become smaller.

Sakura couldn't deny that that man had good looks, gorgeous even, but that was no reason for him to be so irritating and superior. Naturally, most women in Asia would literally kiss the land he walked which demanded all of Sakura's will power not to slap that guy. Of course, she had never met Syaoran Li in person, mostly because their professions didn't ask they meet—Syaoran Li was the most successful businessman in Asia while she was an internationally famous writer. They never needed to meet for which she was glad, although if they ever did meet, Sakura wouldn't be able to resist the urge to strangle that disgusting playboy.

" Hey, you, miss" the airhostess said happily, " where are you lost…obviously in his eyes…he has the most gorgeous ones ever, don't you think?"

Sakura, who couldn't say she ever felt that Syaoran's eyes were nice just stared blankly at the airhostess, " Er, my seat please?"

The hostess flushed as she directed them to two seats right next to the glass window. Sakura quickly sat down and put her handbag and her large duffel bag into the higher luggage compartment, only taking out her purse, just incase she needed to buy some things from the shopping carts. She fastened her seatbelt a little loosely and bent forward to take out a magazine from the seat pockets. This was going to be such a tiring journey…if only she knew how tiring.

Syaoran got off the aerobridge and stepped inside the first-class division of the airplane. All the heads except one turned. Syaoran definitely had the commanding presence of his mother. Eriol and him ignored the gawking expressions the females were giving and turned to the perky airhostess who was holding on to the door handle for support.

" Where are we sitting?" Eriol asked charmingly while Syaoran scowled.

" Well, you are sitting…sitting" the woman wasn't able to say anything, as her voice lost all its perkiness and stared very intently at the people in front of her.

" Well?" Syaoran asked huskily.

The woman simple fainted onto the airplane floor, as did the young females.

" Mate, you've got to stop doing that…" Eriol muttered, "…now, we have to find our own seats…"

Syaoran smirked and bent down to pick up the airhostess' body and carried her out of the airplane where a few security guards took her from there. Eriol kept muttering, " my ticket is A15 and yours is A12 and—aha, I found it." Eriol rushed over to his seat, which was right at the left side of the middle three seats. Syaoran quickly scanned his eyes to find his seat and—oh—interesting—the green-eyed woman. This shouldn't be too bad, he thought smirking, this shouldn't be bad at all.

Sakura knew something was wrong the moment it had become death quiet. But she was too busy remaking her hair into the messy bun it had fallen out of to notice how the heads had turned towards a certain ocher-eyed playboy. It was too quiet even for aged people, but she had dismissed that thought just as quickly as it had come. After all, planes were quiet all the time right?

Sakura was, in fact so naïve that she didn't hear the small gasps that the females gave and the loud thud on the ground when that airhostess fainted. She was reading a magazine, literally. And, she had only realized who had come when he was standing right beside her, smirking in that evil tone.

" Er, who are you?" Sakura asked knowing perfectly well what the answer was.

" You don't know me," he said obviously amused at the uncomfortable gestures Sakura was making.

"No, sorry," Sakura said coolly.

Syaoran narrowed his eyes. So this girl didn't know him—well, this was going to be one joy ride. Eriol was smirking from across the plane about to say something but quickly stopped by a cool female voice that spoke, " All passengers, please be seated and fasten your seatbelts, we will take off in ten minutes…Thank you."

Syaoran took his seat next to Sakura and stared at her moments before she noticed him.

" What were you doing?" she asked sharply very twitchy.

" Anything I can do, I own this flight…I can do anything I want…"

" Yeah well, listen up Mr. Owner-of-this-flight, you may own this plane, but you don't own these passengers, so I suggest you stop demanding their attention and leave them be."

Syaoran raised his eyebrows. This girl definitely didn't know whom she was talking to. After ten minutes of throwing glares at each other, the plane took off to the skies.

It was probably six hours into the flight time. The food had come by and gone and still the girl didn't talk to him. Syaoran was certain she knew who he was.

I shouldn't talk to her…let her repent…after all, she is probably staring at me anyways, Syaoran thought to himself as he glanced to look at Sakura who to his shock was looking at the opposite direction—through the window rather than his prediction. He caught Eriol's eye and saw to his dismay that his cousin was already in deep conversation with a blond beauty. Syaoran glanced back at Sakura who was busy immersed in a magazine. This girl was going to embarrass him. He couldn't let his cousin get a woman first. So, taking a deep sigh he began speaking.

" You know," Syaoran said slowly in a falsely gentle voice, " for the last six hours, we have been six inches apart and we don't even know each other's name…strange huh?"

Sakura put down her magazine and cocked her head towards the man beside him thinking, that is because your name is full of disgust…but instead, in a very strained voice she managed to lie politely—

" Why didn't you ask before—Shikimei—Shikimei Komotani?"

" James—James Bond—" then seeing the heated look on Sakura's face, he added quickly, " Syaoran Li, you can call me Syaoroo—"

Sakura flashed him an angry look. This guy was flirting with her just because that other guy Eriol was doing so as well! Now, she was mad…this man was going to get the shock treatment for sure and that too--Sakura style. She was about to speak when the plane gave a gigantic jolt. Sakura looked at Syaoran expecting him to explain the jolt.

" Hey Shaolin Li,"

" It is Syaoran Li and you better start using the name or I might put you in the streets."

Sakura acted as though she hadn't heard what he said.

" What just happened to the plane?" she asked instead.

" Unexpected things happen when I meet hags…"

Sakura hit him straight across the face. Syaoran stared at her. Then seconds later, he started laughing savagely but only Sakura caught the anger in his laughter.

" This is very fascinating, hag, you have probably been the only person ever who has dared insult Syaoran Li and is still breathing…" Syaoran suddenly, in one swift motion, cornered Sakura and tightly held her chin while his face drew nearer, " give me a reason to and I swear I will, bitch…I own the land you walk under…I own the clothes you wear…I own the luxuries you have…I own the air you breathe…I own everything…you think you can stop me from getting what I want and doing as I please, you can try…Ms. Komotani…I am a very influential man," Syaoran's voice lost all its falseness and resumed to its deep, mature and superior tone, " I can do things, you cannot even imagine…hag."

" Start using my name the proper way, Li, or I swear I'll set all of Japan on you…"

" Do what you have to, bitch…see if I care…I'll just send you and your family to the streets for dishonoring the Li name…I am sure no one would object…" He crossed his chest with one hand while he held her chin with the other, gripping it so tightly that Sakura winced.

Good, Sakura thought savagely, I have made him mad. Now Syaoran will have to think twice before messing with her. But the sudden tone of his voice made Sakura feel slightly intimidated though she would rather eat giant slugs from her books than admit that to Syaoran. But she was going to have to watch her step. She was an inch close to feeling Syaoran's true wrath and it was one thing she didn't want to feel right now. As soon as the flight would be over, she would breathe freely—away from him and his shadow.

" Excuse madam…sir…what would you like, tea or coffee?" a calm woman asked carrying her trolley.

Syaoran released Sakura's chin and shook her head. The woman looked at Sakura who looked slightly disheveled. Before Sakura could speak, Syaoran answered for her, " I'll guess…you look like a woman who likes tea…one tea for madam plea—"

"—one COFFEE please," Sakura said angrily, " with sugar—brown sugar and very little milk—about 2 spoons…"

"OK, madam, I just get it for you." The woman hurried over to get brown sugar.

" Well, it was good, you didn't pick tea," Syaoran said avoiding Sakura's anger streaked face, " do you know what kind of woman drink tea—"

"—my aunt drinks tea," Sakura said furiously.

Syaoran stopped at what he was going to say but quickly said, " exactly…I was going to say old-fashioned women drink tea—you know, mothers, aunts, grandmothers, nannies…that sort of thing…but coffee, now that's for modern girls…you know I like modern girls…I think modern girls are very…modern."

Syaoran ignored the irritated look that Sakura was giving him. Was this guy for real? Sakura shook her head. She would definitely be happy when this ride would be over. She turned her headphones on and started listening to music oblivious of Syaoran or the world as her eyes drooped and her world faded to black.

Syaoran watched the sleeping girl. This was a fiery and feisty one. Yep, Syaoran had a new hobby—irritating this Shikimei Komotani. He loved watching the woman get flustered and angry as her cheeks flush and her eyes narrow. She was a strong will and a promising challenge.

Syaoran smirked, " We shall see, Komotani, we, shall, see!"