youkaigirl64 Thanks for reviewing every chapter.

heheangel kisses Lol, when Syaoran thought she was a slut, he kind of had good reasons too. Plus, the last sentence said he looked like he believed it. I'm not sure if Fujitaka will be in the story. Sakura is not going to turn anorexia.

krista I don't consider this fic depressing, but I like it this way. I don't like preppy stories.

Chapter Five

"Sakura!"

Sakura heard her name being shouted and whirled around. When she saw who it was, disappointed coursed through her. "What do you want?" she asked bitingly. It came out harsher than she meant it to, but that was the last thing on her mind.

Syaoran stepped out of the shadows. The streetlight he was under illuminated him, giving off a glowing presence. "I just wanted to see if you're okay," he said tightly.

Sakura felt herself growing angry at his words, for a reason she could not fathom. "Oh, I'm just peachy! I find out I have to work with you for the stupidest movie ever going to be made in movie history, then I find out that I have to act gaga around you to protect your perfectness or get fired which I can't afford, literally, cause I'm fucking broke. What else? Oh yeah, my mother who abandoned me when I was fifteen, decides to show up all of a sudden, and then calls me a whore. Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm great! Thanks for asking!"

Syaoran looked around him, as if expecting the media with their cameras and videos to jump out of the bushes any minute. He wasn't surprised at her words but geez, why did she have to be a bitch all the time? It was like it was his fault she had a dysfunctional family and even though she had to act like she was his girlfriend, it was her who lost her balanced and landed on him. He wanted to tell her this, but didn't want her blowing up at him. He had enough of that and plus, when Sakura wasn't being a bitch, she was a nice person.

"You're such a bastard," he heard Sakura whisper. A nice person? Forget he said that.

Sakura watched as Syaoran turned his back on her and walk away. That's all anyone ever did to her. Turn their backs and walk away… but she guessed she deserved it.

Sakura continued to make her way home, but as she was about to turn the corner, she was pushed against the wall. She saw a flash of amber eyes and brown hair sticking out of a mask. Syaoran? The next thing she knew, her throat was on fire and she doubled over in pain, blood dripping onto the cement. "Let that be a warning to you," she heard the person growl. Heavy footsteps receded and she kneeled over on the ground, the cement tearing away at her skin. And then she blacked out…

Sakura woke up gasping and felt pain in her throat. It was so hard to breathe…

"Sakura?" someone whispered.

Her vision became clear and she stared into the eyes of the last person she wanted to see. She ran her eyes around the room. She was back in her apartment...that made no sense…the last thing she remembered was being outside…

"You…"

Syaoran leaned his head closer to Sakura's mouth to hear her. She shrank away into a defensive position, but it wouldn't have been any help to her if Syaoran decided to attack her.

Sakura didn't finish what she was going to say.

"Someone found you outside, bleeding, with a knife in your hand. Why would you do something so stupid? Don't you know people care about you? Luckily, the cut is very shallow and you'll be completely healed in a few days…"

Sakura's head spun. They thought she attempted suicide? She wasn't that stupid… But…Syaoran…she had been sure it was him, but now, she could tell it was not. The build wasn't the same, although the figures looked similar. And his voice, even if he tried to mask it, that voice was definitely not Syaoran…was it? "Let that be a warning to you." What did that mean? Maybe they had the wrong person? Regardless, Sakura didn't really care. She had done nothing wrong.

Syaoran sighed and explained that police had assigned him to look after her. He looked very annoyed, like this was seriously going to put a big cramp on his social life.

Sakura looked away and didn't speak. What was there to say?

"And we have a photo shoot soon…"

'I got attacked and all you can think about is a fucking photo shoot…'

"Kinomoto Sakura to move in with Li Syaoran!" read the headline at every newspaper. Sakura chucked the paper away. She was only supposed to have Syaoran look after her for a few days, but because of their jobs, it had been extended to until the time of their breakup.

Sakura expected a big mansion, but Syaoran lived in a penthouse. She glanced around, uncomfortable with everything in the room. She had never lived a lavish lifestyle. Signed pictures of celebrities covered an entire wall. Only one was framed. It was a giant blowup of the biggest actress in Asia. Sakura, not one to be interested in these things, did not know her name, but saw her face plastered everywhere she went. It irritated her to great extents. Why were people so fascinated by famous people? Her eyes roamed the picture, stopping at the signature. It read, "Syaoran. Love you forever. XOXO-Mina," in big, loopy writing.

She broke out in laughter. Immediately her throat starting hurting, but it was funny. Someone loved Syaoran? Proved just how stupid some people were. Across the room, Syaoran eyed her strangely. Sakura caught his eye and pointed at the picture, then voiced her thoughts.

Syaoran pretended to be angry with her, but she could tell her remark hit harder than she intended to. His face closed completely.

"Sorry…"

She received no reply in return. Syaoran went off somewhere and she wondered if she had hurt him. She didn't mean to, she was just trying to make light of the situation, but now she could see how stupid she was. Why couldn't she think before she spoke, or even just keep her mouth shut?

"Your room is in there," Syaoran said, pointing to a well furnished room with a huge king sized bed.

"Thanks…I'm really sorry about what I said before, I just-"

"It's okay." Syaoran gave her a genuine, small smile and she knew he held no hard feelings towards her…even though she was such a bitch. What happened to his arrogant personality?

Days Later

Sakura tried not to move as the make-up artist expertly applied eye shadow to make her eyes really stand out. She felt like a clown with the heavy foundation on her face, but everyone assured her she looked beautiful. Funny, she didn't feel very beautiful. In fact, she felt like the ugliest creature on earth, both inside and out.

Sakura and Syaoran were doing the photo shoot for the movie's poster and promotions. Syaoran had been through this many times and posed with ease. Sakura, however, couldn't get used to it.

"Tilted your head a little to the left and hook your thumbs on your jeans," the photographer directed. Sakura obeyed and immediately felt foolish. The fan suddenly blew out air and her blown-out tresses cascaded around her face. That combined with her pose made her look alluring.

When the photographer was satisfied, Sakura hung around, watching Syaoran. Unlike her, he didn't appear jilted at all. He easily followed the photographer's instructions.

After the shoot, Sakura and Syaoran went to another part of the building for an interview. Sakura had been given a script to follow, but she threw it out because the answers weren't to her liking. She didn't want to read anything about herself sounding like a total ditz.

The interviewer was a short, plump woman with bleach blonde hair. She was dressed in clothes that she obviously thought was "in." She looked like one of those people who tried to act young. Unfortunately, that meant she was totally in love with Syaoran.

The interviewer wasn't very professional. Even though Syaoran was a big star, Sakura was not, so the magazine had decided an amateur would do.

The interviewer, whose name was Sandy, started off with a chirpy, bright greeting, and then got to the typical questions. Too bad for Sakura, because typical questions for others were not typical for her.

After answering countless, pointless questions, Sandy decided to get to the "juicy" stuff. She finally turned to Sakura, who basically got ignored the whole time, and asked, "Are you in love with Syaoran?"

If Sakura had the script, she would've known the reply should've been something vague like "I prefer not to discuss my personal life," which was the common reply for many celebrities. But since Sakura did not have the script, she was left stammering for a reply.

After many "ummms," she finally decided to turn to the airheaded approach. "Oh yes, I'm totally in love with him. I can't imagine spending my entire life with anyone else. Isn't that right, my cutesy Syaoran honey bun?" she gushed. Sakura fought hard not to laugh as Syaoran's face turned red while Sandy happily jotted down notes.

As they left the building, Sakura finally erupted in giggles. Syaoran was not too pleased. He opened his mouth to fire back a witty retort, but was suddenly distracted as he heard the pounding of sneakers on the ground. That only meant one thing: crazy, obsessed fangirls.

Grabbing Sakura's arm, he quickly ran into a back alley. Not looking where he was going, Syaoran stumbled over a drunk. The drunk raised his broken beer bottle over his head and advanced on Sakura, not paying attention to Syaoran. He leered at Sakura with desire in his eyes.

He reached long arms out to grab her, but Syaoran quickly grabbed Sakura again and ran behind a large pile of stinky trash. The drunk decided that it wasn't worth it and lumbered away.

Sakura breathed heavily from the exhaust. She could feel Syaoran pressed up against her and all of a sudden, she began to feel woozy. Syaoran turned to her. "You okay?"

Sakura looked at him dazedly. "I'm fine," she replied, snapping out of her trance. She didn't know what had possessed her. She breathed in his sandalwood scent and felt intoxicated all over again.

Syaoran stared at her. She did not look okay. Kind of zoned out. Then. he watched as Sakura leaned her head in…

Cries shouted from around them. Startled, Sakura backed away and stared at the horde of people surrounding her. People pushed past her to thrust papers and pens at Syaoran. She was pushed to the ground, staring helplessly up at Syaoran, who was busy grinning and signing papers. What did he or anyone else care about her?

Sakura pushed her way out of the crowd and to her new "home." Weeks with Syaoran was going to be torture. And what had she been thinking back there? She wasn't even sure what she was going to do. If the fans hadn't arrived, she probably would have done something she would regret…like…

'Kissing him?'

Dismayed, Sakura blocked out the voice inside her head. She wouldn't even have nightmares about that. Although she didn't quite hate Syaoran anymore, they weren't any closer to tolerating each other, and she was sure he still hated her.

Besides, he had everything he needed and wanted. Where did she fit in his life? Everything he had was high class, even his acquaintances. She would taint everything he worked to become.

On top of that, Sakura knew it was impossible for her to fit in anywhere. Her whole life she never had, why would she now? She was a nice person when she wanted to be, but the way people treated her, she knew it wouldn't matter what she was like. She had grown up with poor self esteem, and it followed her throughout life.

The alarm beeping signified Syaoran's return, but Sakura had already fallen asleep. 'One more month…just one more month,' thought Syaoran. He didn't have much against Sakura, but he wanted to be free to do his own thing, and he could tell Sakura did too.

"Sakura, I'd like you to meet Tomoyo Daidouji. She'll play the part of your best friend."

Sakura shook the hand of the amethyst-eyed girl. She was dazzling, with a toothpaste-ad smile and porcelain skin. She also had the air of someone oozing with self confidence. Glancing at Syaoran, Sakura could see he was not immune to her beauty. Although no one else could see, she could, because his expression was different from when he was with her. When he looked at her, she could tell he didn't really want to be with her, but he looked at Tomoyo neutrally. Which meant he could stand her, right?

Apparently, Tomoyo also wasn't immune to Syaoran's good looks. She shot him subtle looks, all the while smiling fakely at Sakura. Sakura could tell they were going to get along great. Not.

During a break, Sakura came out of the washroom to find Tomoyo reapplying her make-up. Without turning her head, Tomoyo said, "I know all about your "relationship" with Syaoran. As soon as you guys are over, I'm going after him. You don't mind, do you?" Her tone suggested she wouldn't care if Sakura minded or not.

"Why would I mind?"

Tomoyo frowned in the mirror at her clumpy eyelashes. "Don't you like Syaoran? Or at least just a tiny bit? I mean, it's hard not to. What are you, a lesbian?"

Sakura threw her damp towel into the garbage, walking away without another word. Walking to the snack table, she spotted the cup with "Daidouji" written on it. Sakura remembered something she had gotten a long time ago that was left in her bag. She reached into it and her hand enclosed around a small packet. She shook the contents into Tomoyo's cup. Ha. Watch that bitch break out in hives tomorrow. Maybe she didn't deserve it, but she was sure Tomoyo would hate her anyways, so what did it matter?

Sakura turned around and came face to face with an angry-looking Syaoran, who picked up the cup and dumped it into the sink. "What's wrong with you?" he glared at her. "Can't you just be nice to one person? What did she ever do to you?"

Sakura opened her mouth, but Syaoran had already walked away. 'Can't we get along for ONE day without getting into an argument,' she thought glumly. It was like he wanted to fight with her.

Two figures studied the pictures laid out in front of them carefully. "She has not heeded our warning. We cannot let her interfere with our plans. She needs to be taken care of."

What a totally pointless chapter. But I couldn't think of anything else, and I wanted to update since I don't know when I will next.