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Sorry I took so long to update but I've been working on another story!

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Chapter 5: Sakura and Syaoran's interesting club night

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Stepping out of the room and immediately pulling away from the arm Li had draped lightly around my waist, I examined the new room. The music was much louder here, and the room was darker and lit in green. The couches looked plush, and they were gathered around a circular glass table. Across from me was a doorway that probably would lead to the club. The room looked like it was a VIP room.

I sighed loudly. "Just take me to the bar…" I said, "Actually is there a restroom first? I need to get all the stuff that stuck to me while I was inside the wall off."

Syaoran pointed wordlessly to a door to my left that had the Chinese symbol for 'woman' on it in black. Or, at least I think it was black. It was difficult to tell in the green light.

"Great." I said in thanks, heading towards it.

"Be fast Kinomoto." He said shortly. And, if I might add, rudely. Such a typical Li thing.

"Whatever, Li." I answered, turning back to smile at annoying bastard, opening the door and stepping into the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I shuddered.

"No wonder he was so rude." I said out loud, "I look like… ugh!"

My hair was covered in wall dust, as was the thin black jacket I had pulled over my silk pink cream lace-lined tank top. My black jeans luckily didn't look that bad with the dust on them. It actually looked pretty cool, but the jacket looked horrible. It was probably ruined.I could even see the cobwebs on it.

Shuddering a little bit, (it had been freezing in the wall and it was too warm in the bathroom), I pulled the jacket off. Pulling my gun out of it, I thought about where I could slip it.

"Hmm… Nowhere really… I suppose I'll have to leave it in the jacket. Damn. At least I'll have the two strapped to my legs though…" Pouting at the thoughts I was speaking aloud to myself, I put it back into the jacket.

Looking at my face next, I sighed yet again. It was covered in black smudges, cobwebs, and dust.

"There's nothing I can do but wash it thoroughly, I suppose. It's not as if I have any makeup with me."

I reached down towards the sink and washed my face with the foam soap they had

"Oh thank goodness!" I said happily. "All that's really left is my hair." Luckily I had gelled it into a ponytail, because it never all stayed up if I didn't use gel. So I brushed a lot of dust off, (it was easy because my hair had been hardened by the gel) being careful to lean over a bit so I didn't just brush the dust back onto myself. Pulling it down from its ponytail I ran my fingers through it, knocking the rest of the dust to the floor.

Looking up at myself, I made a funny little grimace at myself. All in all I looked ok, except I had no makeup on, and my shoes were black sneakers.

"Oh well," I said out loud one more time, "At least I have the shirt." To be honest, my hair looked sort of cool too, with half of the gel still in it making it look wet.

Picking up my jacket, I left the restroom. To my surprise, only Li was standing outside.

"Did Hiirigizawa have to piss or something?" I asked, shocking myself with my language. I mean, yes I was in high school, but normally I didn't speak so crudely. I could tell Li had noticed, because one of his eyebrows had given the tiniest of inquiring twitches. I smiled, noticing how easy he was to read.

A/N: by 'read' I mean she can tell what he's thinking by signals he gives off when he moves or how he reacts to things.

Of course, now the only difficult thing about him was figuring out how he'd react to things. Seeing the reactions didn't really help at all.

"He went to get us drinks, princess, since you took so long." Li stated in a toneless voice. Well, to be fair, it sort of had a tone. Just no emotion.

"Oh, and you expect me to be sorry for the inconvenience? I would have spent all night in there, if I wasn't sure that you'd barge in there after a few more minutes demanding that I get out so you can go dance with your whores." I bit off in response, leaning forward a bit and feeling my face pull into an angry expression. I threw my jacket onto one of the couches while I waited for a response.

Unfortunately, Li just raised his eyebrows.

"And what whores would these be, dear cousin?" Hiirigizawa had come back with the drinks and was standing in the doorway. "I wasn't really thirsty, but I brought you something strong Syaoran, like you asked. Gomen, Kinomoto-san, but I didn't know what you wanted, so I got you water, thinking all of that climbing around in the wall would have made you thirsty." Hiirigizawa apologized. "I wasn't sure if you drank, anyway."

Eriol was so odd. All the things I had heard about these two always made Eriol seem worse, but he was so much more polite…

"Oh, believe me, I drink." I said. "But… Syaoran-kun looks so upset already, we wouldn't want to put such strong liquor into such an angry male. I'm sure he wouldn't mind drinking the water. He's going to be a good host for me, like his father said, ne?" I replied, reaching for the Mai Tai in Eriol's left hand. I began to sip at it, watching Eriol's smile grow and Li's expression get steadily more and more pissed.

Almost no one ever called him Syaoran. Only certain members of his family, maybe one or two of his friends, one of those being Eriol, who was also family, and his future wife would ever get to call him that. Anyone else who knew him too well to call him Li called him by his Chinese name, Xiao Lang. I knew it was the perfect way to piss him off since, thanks to his father, I was safe.

Plus, I had left him with water, while I was happily sipping away at his alcohol.

Suddenly Syaoran's face lost all of its angry expression. Taking a step towards me, he gave me a look. It was freaky, because I knew it was a glare, but the rest of his face held no expression. Just when I was beginning to seriously get freaked out, he reached out and took the Mai Tai out of my hand. Taking one big gulp, he put it back into my hand, which was still shaped as if it was holding the glass (since I was in shock).

Leaning down, he whispered in my ear (I could practically feel his lips), "I figured you wouldn't mind that, Sakura-chan. Since we're so close now and all."

I closed my eyes as he spoke, and all I could think was 'Wow he smells good.' My immediate next thought was, 'Damn his voice is deep.'

I felt him pull away, and my eyes flew open.

Eriol was grinning like one of Satan's little helpers, and Syaoran was… smiling? My eyes flashed back to his face, but it looked expressionless again, so I couldn't tell if it had been a smile.

Giving Syaoran one of my brightest smiles, I lifted the glass, said, "Arigatou Gozaimasu for the drink Syao-kun." Turning slightly towards Eriol I said, "Cheers!", and chugged the rest of it down.

Eriol laughed out loud at this and, putting his hand on Syaoran's shoulder, patted it twice in sympathy, and said, "She's all yours 'Syao-kun'. If it comforts you, I've heard that she's a hell of a dancer." Just as I was about to get outraged (since he was implying I was difficult to handle, which is actually true), he turned to me and said, "And Syaoran doesn't like whores, Kinomoto, because they remind him of the painted clowns at an American circus we went to when we were young. Have fun introducing my dear cousin to dancing again. He hasn't danced with a girl in ages. We were beginning to think he's gay, but I see now he isn't. Ja, you two." Before one of us had the chance to shoot him, he was gone, leaving the water on the glass table in the center of the room.

Of course I probably wouldn't have shot him, because I realized then that Eriol wasn't that bad. In fact, he had been quite nice just now, pissing off Syaoran for me.

"Well at least he's not as mean as the stories say." I remarked in quiet voice.

"Seriously? He just left you with me for the night, when he's been much more civil to you than I have. Are you sure you want to say that?" Li said through his anger. I could hear him mutter "Damn, I can't believe he let that slip!" just after.

"Fuck. You're right. But I guess he sort of made up for it. I can't believe you're scared of women who wear too much make-up." I said, starting to giggle.

"I am Not Scared!" He said forcefully. "I just think they look ugly." He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "Just go dance or something." He said shortly.

"No." I replied.

"No?" He said, looking at me oddly. "But we've heard you're practically obsessed with-"

I cut him off. "What if I run away and tell my mother that you two tried to shoot me or something? You'd get in a lotta trouble…" I said in as cunning a voice as I could manage.

"What do you want." He said dryly.

"I need someone to dance with. I know all of the people at this club will recognize me as being an enemy of the Scarred, and most of them are friends or friends of friends of the Scarred or the Li's or something, right? So I need you to be sure I keep all of my body parts attached, and I need you for a dance partner. Let's go." Reaching for his hand I began to pull him towards the door.

"You know that both Eriol and I would reach you before anyone killed you." He said, pausing as if he was considering something. "Or, before you killed them. But I know how you like being close to me…" He began to tease me again, putting his arm tightly around my waist as we walked towards the doorway that leads to the club.

I began giggling when his hand rested on my stomach. "No...hahaha...Li—take away your hand, it tickles!"

His arm left my waist and he stopped walking and turned to look at me.

"… Are you serious?" He said disbelievingly. I wiped a tear from my eye.

"Yeah, I'm really, really ticklish there." I said, breathing deeply.

"Demo," He pretended to whine, "The silk felt nice on my hands…" He suddenly began to tickle me fiercely.

I responded with laughter, trying to make it as quiet as I could, remembering the three ladies who had complete rule over my life and the credit cards I used to shop were in the room next to us.

I managed between laughs to tell Syaoran he should stop because if I screeched with laughter too loudly, our parents would come out and see us.

I had collapsed onto a couch while he was tickling me, and now I flopped back against it. Catching my breath, I looked at him. This was a totally weird side of Li Syaoran.

He was sitting on the couch next to me, leaning back with his arms clasped behind his head. He wasn't smiling, but I could tell he was happier than he had been. It was like a weight had been lifted. As if something that had been putting stress on him had been forgotten.

As I watched, his face tightened from expressionless to a slight frown.

"Keep frowning, Li, and you'll have wrinkles." I said to him lightly. "What was pissing you off more than usual? Oh, and what do I do with my jacket?" I added, seeing my jacket still slung over the side of the couch next to me.

"Are you always this nosy? Or do I just get special treatment?" He said in response. "And if you care about a ruined jacket that much, I guess I could have someone come pick it up…"

"Well," I answered, "Whatever you have to say could be useful for me if this deal doesn't work out…" I smiled at him. Despite his lapse back into rudeness, I could tell he wasn't that serious. "And when you get someone to do that, make sure they leave the gun in it, or I'll be really pissed."

"Just a school thing… forget it. I thought you were dying to dance?" He said, avoiding in two sentences both my question and thoughts about what would happen if the deal didn't work out. "And I can grab a guy on our way down to the club…"

To my surprise, I realized I had actually not really been pissed at him since I picked up his Mai Tai.

It was shocking how quickly it took for the two of us to get along, when just less than an hour ago I hated him fiercely.

"Hmm, you're right. It's definitely time to dance." I mused out loud. "Let's go!"

……………………….Syaoran's point of view (still in Flashback)…….(I know its Sakura's flashback but bear with me, here! I really wanted to do this part from Li's point of view.)

Everyone was staring at us as we approached the floor of the club.

The VIP room had been on a second level that overlooked the main floor.As we began to mingle with the crowd and pick our way through, I found that people just moved out of our way. People normally did for me anyway, but it was more obvious tonight.

Probably due to the fact that I had my left arm draped around Kinomoto Sakura's waist, (my hand carefully avoiding her stomach to keep her from breaking out in giggles), and the fact that her right hand was resting up on my shoulder. Something that actually worked, since she was built taller than a most girls.

She had the thinness of her mother, the naturally frail-looking build, but the height of her father. Looking at her, she actually didn't look frail like Kinomoto Nadeshiko. The height gave her a more athletic feel.

Despite my reluctance to dance, I had actually sort of missed it. The only thing that ever really held me back at clubs was the fact that most of the girl's were whores. There were a few girls who were damn good dancers, but pretty much all the rest sucked at it. Or they were the type who just wanted to get in my pants. It wasn't like I didn't think girls were hot. I just usually ended up hating they're whiny personalities.Theycould be so annoyingly clingy, always wanting us to 'protect them' from shit they get themselves into.

But Sakura Kinomoto actually wasn't pissing me off so far. Thinking about it, I didn't think I've ever heard her whine. She's only ever been pissed at me… unless she was laughing at me. And she definitely didn't want people to protect her.

It probably helped in the whole 'getting along' thing that she was absolutely gorgeous, even covered in cobwebs and dust from inside a wall.

Reaching somewhere near the center of the floor (all of the dancers had moved for us too), I slid the arm I had draped around her up her arm until it was holding her right hand, doing a half turn as I did that, so I was facing her.

I gave her a spin and then another half twirl and pulled her back to me so that I was facing the back of her head. She put her arms above her head and I put my arms loosely around her neck as she set her hands down on my head.

A/N: so basically he's facing her back and she's reaching behind her and holding his head… I dunno it makes sense to me…

And then we moved. There wasn't really any other word for it. The techno beat was slow at the moment, so I figured we'd move around a little bit (she had probably gotten stiff in the wall), and then we could pick up the pace later.

Hearing her say something I grabbed her waist and turned her, leaving my hands there. She dropped her arms to loop around my neck and, sticking her head to the side of my, said into my ear.

"I thought Eriol said you were a good dancer? Come on now, Little Wolf, this is nothing!"

A/N: She said his name in American that time, ok?

I smiled slowly at this, hearing the beat of the music begin to pick up. Despite her comment, I could tell she was enjoying herself.

Speaking into her ear, I asked, "Are you honestly saying I'm not turning you on at all?" Before giving her a chance to reply, I took her arms in my hands. Pulling them above her head I held her wrists there with my left hand, and put my right arm around her waist, pulling her up tight to me.

It was a sort of Salsa-techno mix now, and occasionally I'd loosen my hold on her wrists to let her twirl in my grip.

I put my head to the side so that I was just grazing the skin of her neck with my mouth as our bodies began to move even faster to the music. I heard her gasp when my lips hit her skin. Placing butterfly kisses in a line underneath her right ear, I pulled away when I reached the center of her neck.

"I might have to rethink what I said," She told me with a small smile.

It took me a second to recall what she was talking about. Her eyes were so green in her face. It was such an exotic color in contrast with her Japanese face…

My grip on her arms loosened and she spun slowly this time, still in close to me, as she moved her hips in slow circles that brushed against me once each time she started a new circle. "Am I any good?" She asked, teasingly in my ear when she had fully turned.

"That was mean." I answered, and I kept dancing, focusing only on the music and Sakura.

A/N: Sorry if you don't quite get what I was talking about here. I'm not that good a dancer so I was trying desperately to come up with stuff to put in here for the dancing parts.

………………..Sakura's Point of View, after they've danced…

Eriol was definitely right. Syaoran was an awesome dancer. He was actually able to keep up with me for about two hours before we needed to stop for a break.

We were at the bar getting some water when my mother and my aunts came down the stairs leading from the VIP rooms. Eriol had just been on his way back to the dance floor (he had found us at the bar when we took a break from dancing and was talking to us), but he turned around and warned Syaoran when he saw them come down.

They each had an escort, and Yelan was walking with Li Jin (Syaoran's father). Syaoran and I looked at each other, and then I sighed.

"The deal didn't work out… Well, I'm almost sure anyway… The Snakes haven't been pressuring us enough. Yelan-sama was going to try and keep the option for cooperation open for another year or so…" I said to them, looking down. I felt as if I had betrayed them by not telling them the deal most likely wouldn't go through.

Setting down my water I began to pick through the crowd and approach my relatives. The two boys followed.

"Sakura," Sonomi said, "We're going to go now, are you ready?"

"Of course…" I answered, "Oh, umm, my jacket…" I turned to Syaoran. "Li-san," I asked him, "My jacket?"

Li's face had gone cold and emotionless towards me. I didn't notice any feeling in his face even when I heard myself go back to using his last name. It made me realize that my face was holding just a slight amount of scorn. The minute I had reached my mother and her sister's my old habits had come back.

"It'll be at the front desk, Kinomoto-san." He said shortly.

"I hope you all had a good night," Eriol added, "Hopefully you'll be returning in not such a long time…" I knew he was referring to the failed deal when he added the last part on.

"Thank you Hiirigizawa-san, Li-san, for such an enjoyable time," I added, overdoing the politeness a slight amount so that the adults wouldn't think that any of us had actually enjoyed ourselves.

After a few more pleasantries, we left the club.

The next week I got into a fight with some Scarred and Syaoran. Eriol wasn't there.

It got more bloody than usual, and I was dizzy for a week from where my head had been smashed back into a brick wall. It took me forever to get the blood out of my hair. Syaoran was kicked in the groin and went around with a bandaged arm for a week and a half for making my head hurt.

Aside from that one fight being more violent than usual, due to the fact that both of us were off-balance from memories of that night, the dancing and the laughing had been completely forgotten.

And every time he looked at me, he did it with scorn or anger. Of course, being fair, I acted the same way towards him...

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The end of this chapter!

Thank you all of my reviewers, you're all awesome.

I AM DROPPING THE WHOLE USING CLOW AND THE CARDS AS 'GOD' THING. Like when I said 'Oh clow' instead of oh god… I decided that was stupid…hehe

And HealingOpal, I hope he loses his mind enough for you in this one…

I tried really hard to make differences in the way Syaoran and Eriol react to things and the way Tomoyo and Sakura react to things! So tell me if I need to change anything.

And Dream, thank you for your help on Chinese pronunciation, but is it spelled Feng as well? Or do you still spell it Fang?

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The Side of Life People Never Get to See !