Author: HEY YA! It's me, Sakuraloveu, reporting to you all with yet, another chapter of Chapstick Fate! Is it just me or is it that my updates are getting faster and longer? Oh well, on with the story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Yes, I do NOT own CCS and No, I do NOT own neither Sakura nor Syaoran (cry…why don't I own Syaoran?).
Special thanks to:
Mila—Thanks.
Lotus Dreams—Thank you, I think it's cute too!
On with the story......
Chapter four
"Okay Sakura, move your head a little more to the left and...OKAY!" Wednesday afternoon, in 'T-Design' studio (A-haha...sweat ...um...I really suck at making up names so um...ahem...please excuse my lame name for Tomoyo's company...), Sakura, Eriol and Tomoyo are currently busy taking pictures of Sakura in Tomoyo's design for a fashion magazine. "Sakura, come on, you've got two more to go." Tomoyo walks up to Sakura with an outfit in her arms, "and this one here is going to look so kawaii on you!"
Feeling a drop of sweat rolling off her head, Sakura smiled weakly at Tomoyo who's now dragging her into the change room, and turned around to Eriol and whispered: "When is she going to get over this craziness about making me cute?!" To which Eriol replied with a sympathetic shrug. "Sakura, come on! Eriol have to send out these pictures of you to the publisher this afternoon, he's got a deadline!" Tomoyo yelled from the change room. Hoe...Sakura screwed up her face in defeat. "Aw Sakura, believe me, I feel your pain." Eriol patted Sakura on the shoulder and couldn't stop laughing at Sakura's "God-help-me" face.
"Whoa! Check it out! This chick is H-O-T hot!" Derek breathed out loud. "Huh? Are you looking at thosewomen magazines again Derek?" Syaoran, who's bored out of his mind, turned around to look at his friend. "Excuse me, but I believe that I need to gather information of my competition publisher's resources. Therefore, I need to know what kind of stuff they put on their magazines. It just so happens that I work for a female-population magazine, and it ALSO just happens that they have a really HOT girl's picture in one of their issues, and speaking of this girl," Derek turns his attention back to his magazine at hand, "her dress isn't half bad. This 'T-design' company's got taste, both in their cloth AND their model." Derek turns around again to wink at Syaoran, "Here, have a look."
Syaoran, who couldn't help but roll his eyes, took the magazine and almost chocked when he saw the girl in the picture. "Sakura! That's Sakura!" he cried out, surprised. "Eh? You know her? You KNOW this girl?" Derek's eyes were so round, it's almost a perfect circle, "Man! How come all the good stuff happens to you? Always!" Ignoring Derek completely, Syaoran was in deep thoughts of his own.
She's a model? But I thought she worked at that computer company...staring at Sakura, who in the picture is wearing a simple but yet elegant white silk dress, which much to Derek's delight, outlined her figure perfectly. Syaoran couldn't help but smile at the graceful sensation Sakura had that the picture nicely brought out. She's standing alone in a balcony surrounded by trees, her dress slightly dancing with the soft evening wind; leaning softly against the balcony fence (is that how it's called?), Sakura looks up at the full moon; her beautiful emerald eyes sparkling like it always did, except this time, the silver moon light washes over her face, every detail of it exposed nicely; her auburn hair spread neatly around her shoulder and back, adding more softness to the already astonishing picture. Out of nowhere, Syaoran felt his heart skipped a beat. What the...realizing this awfully familiar feeling, Syaoran's mind went blank. Could it be....
"Ah, I'm beat!" Falling on to her bed, Sakura breathed out and spread herself comfortably on top of her blanket. "Home, sweet home! Ow my back..." rubbing her own neck, Sakura complained: "Whoever said that being a model's cool is SO wrong!" Sitting up from her bed, Sakura slipped down on to her cute floor rug and started to go through her mails, which she brought into the bedroom with 't there anything other than...eh?" Stopping at an envelop with her own company's symbol on it, Sakura examined it carefully. "It's an invitation...for what?" wondering out loud, Sakura tear open the envelope and a piece of blue paper fell out. On the paper, in silver writing, printed:
Kinomoto Sakura:
This invitation is to inform you that you are invited to KaiLegan Computer Company's annual seasonal celebration (I REALLY can't think of a name for the party, so yea). The celebration will start at 8 o'clock this Saturday evening at Remington Hall.
Please feel free to bring a companion and acknowledge the fact that attendance in this celebration is mandatory.
Hope to see you at the celebration,
XXXXXX
"A party?" Sakura cried out, "and attendance is mandatory?" Suddenly remembering something, Sakura almost fainted from the realization, "Great, I'll have an entire night to try to hide away from Yukito. As if my life isn't already hard enough...urgh..." Feeling completely helplessly helpless (for some reason, I really like this phrase "helplessly helpless", it sounds really funny to me...), Sakura decided to make herself some coffee to wake herself up from this mess, and start working on the paperworks she still has left over.
Huh? Paperworks? I wonder...recalling on something, Sakura took her bag and searched desperately for a certain piece of paper. "Ah, found it." Looking at the name and the number written on the paper, Sakura thought for a moment and decided to risk her luck. "Who knows, maybe whoever's up there would be nice to me for once and let him help me." Reasoning with herself, Sakura dialed the number.
"Ring...ring..." a telephone ring rang through the living room of a particularly huge and nicely decorated apartment (yes, as you can tell, I LOVE apartments. Houses always give me the feeling of uncertainty and insecurity…). "Gah! Who's calling at this hour of the night? AND when I'm in shower AND when I'm washing my hair?" Feeling unusually grumpy, Syaoran ran out from his bathroom with nothing but a towel on (drooling... ), bubbles flying around him since his head's full of them, and picked up the still ringing wireless phone.
Almost certain who is going to be on the other end, Syaoran sat down onto his sofa and fired into the poor receiver: "Derek what the HELL do you want? I'm in the shower and do you KNOW what time of the night it is? I have to go to work tomorrow morning so just make it quick okay?!" After his firing, Syaoran realized that whoever's on the other end sure isn't Derek since it's still quite. Big whoops...mentally kicking himself, he spoke more politely and, quietly, into the phone: "Um...hello? I'm sorry about that. May I help you?"
"Er...Sy...Li-san?" A strangely familiar female voice greeted him. Huh? Who's this? Wondering about it, Syaoran answered: "Yes, this is Li Syaoran speaking. May I ask who this is?" Syaoran can almost feel that the person on the other end was at least a little taken back by his question, can't blame me for not remembering every person I came across to. "Um...this is Kinomoto, Kinomoto Sakura." The female voice answered.
Kinomoto? Kinomoto Sakura? OH! Feeling even more stupid, if that was possible, Syaoran instantly stood up from his sofa and answered, tripping over words: "Ki-Kinomoto-san? I-I was-I mean, konbawa Kinomoto-san." Finally calmed down his nerve, Syaoran took the phone and began walking toward his bedroom while speaking more understandable into the phone: "It's nice of you to call, so how can I help you?" Apparently, Sakura's a little over whelmed for the fact that Syaoran remembered her, since she spoke more excitedly: "Sorry to call you in such an late hour, but I was wondering...um...how should I say this..." Feeling her nerve, Syaoran chuckled and tried to calm HER down: "Please go on Kinomoto-san..."
"Well..." Sakura began, now calmer, "you know when you gave me your number, and you said that if I'm ever in trouble, I can call you right? You see, we have this party at our company and attendance is mandatory and well...um...he's going to be there all night and I...I...I was wondering...um...since...since he thinks that...that...that you are...you are..." "That I'm your boyfriend, you would like me to go with you so that he wouldn't bother you all night long is that right, Kinomoto-san?" Syaoran finished for her on the other end. Feeling incredibly embarrassed, even though no one's around, Sakura nodded. Then she remembered that Syaoran couldn't see her, she quickly replied while blushing madly: "well...yes. So...so...would...would you...um...would you..." Hearing Syaoran chuckling on the other end, Sakura could feel her heart bumping hard inside her, as if threading to jump out if Syaoran said no.
Syaoran can just imagine how nervous Sakura must feel on the other end of the phone. Almost laughing, he saved her the trouble of actually asking and just replied: "Yes, Kinomoto-san, I would go with you to your company's party and be your boyfriend for the night." A relief sigh was heard from Sakura and for some reason, a picture of Sakura smiling appeared out of nowhere inside Syaoran's mind.
Suddenly nervous again, Syaoran asked cautiously: "Um...Kinomoto-san, is that all?" As if just aware of her conversation with Syaoran, Sakura quickly answered: "Yes that's all. Thank you so much for doing this for me Li-san." "Um...no...no problem." Tripping over words again, Syaoran wondered just how is Sakura making him feel this way. "Well...if that's all then...then I guess I'll pick you up at 7:30pm this Saturday then. Um...good night Kinomoto-san."
Just as Syaoran was about to click off the phone, Sakura cried: "Wait! Li-san...um...there's something else." Something else? What would that be? Getting more excited for no apparent reason, Syaoran scratched his face: "Er...what is it Kinomoto-san?" (Yes, I know that most people scratch their heads when thinking, but I think face is cuter and it doesn't cause you any dandruff.) "Well...Li-san, you don't know where I live, do you?"
Okay now, I'm just about to explode with stupidity...after Syaoran found a pen and wrote down Sakura's address, and thought over if that really was it for now, he asked again: "So Kinomoto-san, I'll see you Saturday then?" "Yes, that would be fine. And Li-san," for some unknown reason to Syaoran, his heart just wouldn't calm down, "Um, yes Kinomoto-san?" "Can you...can you not call me Kinomoto-san anymore? Just call me Sakura, that's what my friends and family call me." Blushing now, Syaoran replied: "Hai...Ki...I mean...Sa...Sakura." "See, that wasn't hard. Well, I guess I'll see you this Saturday then Li-san. Good night." And with that, Sakura hanged up the phone.
"Sakura...Cherry blossom..." Murmuring to himself, Syaoran fell down onto his bed. The picture of Sakura smiling is still in his mind...Sakura...Suddenly remembering something, Syaoran shot up from his bed, "Ah crap! My head's still wet!!!"
After notes:
……what will happen at the party? Would Yukito be any trouble? And what will happen between Sakura and Syaoran? Find out in the next chapter of Chapstick Fate!
Author: Whew! I AM getting faster at this. The inspiration came to me in like 10 clock at night and even though my dad was threading to murder me and ground me and cut me off the computer if I didn't go to bed soon, but as you can see, I FINISHED! Originally, this chapter was going to be the actual party, but I decided to blah on for a little and write the party more detailed in the next chapter. So it's okay to let me know if you think this chapter was completely useless, 'cause that's what I'm feeling right now…cry…Was born to make you happy…