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Chapter Five:

Machine Mayhem

Monday—work day for Sakura. Work, work, and more work. It seemed to her that as Valentine's Day was approaching (it's tomorrow actually), the busier she became. More weddings to plan, an article about love to write on—sigh, more work. Sakura trudged faster to the bus stop and unfortunately for her the bus just left.

Sakura ran after it. "Hey! Wait up!" She screamed.

She ran faster than usual to catch up but it was too late—the bus sped off—leaving her behind. Sakura panted heavily as she caught her breath with profuse strength—sweat beads crawling from her face.

Oh, well, better start walking. Darn! The office is so far from here—it will take two hours for me to walk—and I only have thirty minutes or else I'm gonna be late! Damn, this is not my day. . .again!

Sakura began walking—she trudged faster to save time, hoping that she would make it. But hope was something so high for her to reach. She perspired uncontrollably as she ran for it, but she stopped—knowing that by using all of her strength, she would not be able to make it.

Where's a miracle when you need one?

As all hope for her to get to work was lost, a blue Ferrari sports car drove by and stopped just in front of her. Startled, Sakura raised an eyebrow—confused why the expensive (not to mention fabulous) car halted her way.

The window of the vehicle crawled down, revealing a very familiar face. "Hey, Sakura, fancy meeting you here."

Okay, not that kind of miracle I was hoping to see. . .

Sakura walked away from the car. "Go away!"

Syaoran pouted. "I feel ignored."

Sakura continued walking as the blue sports car followed her down the street. "You should be after what you did."

"What's wrong with the pictures I sent you?"

"All of it. If you think those were funny, well, you're losing your touch mister prankster."

"They're not for fun, Sakura. They were to remind you that after all these years; you're still cute when you're angry."

Sakura blushed slightly. "Haha! Very funny I forgot to laugh."

"What's so funny? Anyway, get in."

"If you think you can hitch me a ride like that, you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not kidding, get in."

Sakura looked around. Some of the girls passing by were shooting angry glares at her—probably jealous that a handsome and rich guy like Syaoran was following her like that down the street.

Dream on, ladies!

"C'mon, get in."

"Not in a million years!"

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Sakura looked by the car's window as silence brewed inside the vehicle. She sniffed, it still has that new car's smell—he probably just bought it or someone recently gave it to him. Sakura looked at Syaoran. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead; his facial cast was serious but nonetheless handsome.

A million years seemed pretty harsh, don't you think?

Sakura broke the silence. "So, uhmm, how did you know I needed a ride?"

"Instinct and I just saw you running after the bus."

Silence again but it was short for Sakura broke it again.

"I do not owe you anything for giving me a ride okay?"

"Yeah, you don't. I'm the one who insisted remember?"

"You just saved me back there, you know. I might have been late for work."

"Seeing how you liked the idea of me coming to your rescue, you just owe me a date."

"What? I thought I don't owe you anything?"

"Well, you do now." Syaoran smirked.

Of all the things he might suggest, a date? Was he serious?

"Could I just buy you something? A new shirt or a new sweater perhaps?" Sakura pleaded.

"Don't worry, no smooching, no holding hands, we'll just dine and that's that."

"Please? I'll just buy you something instead."

"Sorry but I want a date. . .or else. . .I'll plan pranks on you again."

Pranks? How childish!

"Then, bring it on. I'm not scared of your pathetic patty thrills."

"Then it's settled. Unless you won't agree of us having a date, I'll plan pranks on you again. Deal?"

Sakura agreed. "Deal."

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The car arrived at the office with Sakura being late by five minutes. Syaoran accompanied Sakura to the office and most of the employees thought that they were an item or they were the sweetest thing. Some of the women envied Sakura for having Syaoran as a "boyfriend" saying that Sakura doesn't deserve a guy like Syaoran.

As both of them were nearing the elevator, Syaoran heard some of the ladies whispering to one another.

"Look at Kinomoto. She doesn't deserve a guy as hot and handsome like him."

Syaoran smirked. "She doesn't deserve me? Well, you should be ashamed of yourselves, ladies. Jealousy is a very bad thing, you know. Isn't that right my honeybunch?"

"What are you talking about?" Sakura whispered.

Syaoran nudged her arm. "Just play along."

"Me and Sakura have been loving each other for a month now. And all of you who are interested in me, sorry girls, I'm taken! Isn't that right honeybunch?" Syaoran said out loud for the other employees including the jealous ladies to hear

Sakura giggled nervously. "Yeah, sweetiepie."

The other employees smiled while the rest of the envious ladies just glared at Sakura.

"And I promise that I will love Sakura with all my heart. She would never cry as long as I'm here." Syaoran continued.

Oh, those words. . .They were so sweet. . .

Suddenly, Syaoran grabbed Sakura's arms and kissed her on the lips. Sakura knew it was just for show but it felt so good that she didn't let go. Instinct told her to deepen the kiss and she did, savoring the moment. Syaoran was surprised at first but he returned the favor, kissing her like they were real sweethearts. Both of them deepened the kiss as some untapped feeling suddenly burst out. Now, their tongues were dancing in an unheard song as the crowd cheered for them—believing their pretend kiss.

Well, maybe now the kiss was not just for show for they didn't let go until both of them ran out of breath. They panted heavily as they went inside the elevator—just the two of them. . .alone. Neither of them spoke—still stunned of what happened.

What just happened? That wasn't supposed to happen—No! But still, it did. . .Why? Because I still love him? No, it can't be. . .it just can't. . .Sakura thought.

What's that kiss for. . .I know at first it was just pretend but later. . .it seemed like it wasn't for show anymore. . .Syaoran thought.

Sakura looked through the transparent glass as the elevator pulled up. His lips were so sweet. . .Oh, gosh. . .How I loved those lips to brush onto mine back then and now it did. . .Why am I not happy?

Syaoran looked at Sakura and stared at her. Her lips tasted like cherryblossoms. . .Man, I loved the kiss. . .I hope Sakura did to. . .

Sakura approached Syaoran. "I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who should be sorry for kissing you in the first place."

"It was pretty funny what we pulled out there. . .and I loved the kiss. . .you were a pretty good kisser."

"Thanks."

"No, thank you." Sakura said.

She moved closer and she kissed him again on the lips. Syaoran was stunned at first but he returned the kiss, deepening it further. Sakura also deepened the kiss as she tasted his lips lusciously. The kiss was shorter than the last one (well, a few seconds shorter) but Syaoran knew it came from Sakura's heart. They both let go as both of them started blushing—a very awkward blush. The elevator door creaked open and they both came out.

Employees on that floor stared at them with glee (apparently, gossip could spread that fast at the office), whispering stuffs to one another. Syaoran grabbed Sakura's hand and held it, looking at her with "just play along" look. Sakura smiled. What a day! First, the bus left me. Second, Syaoran let me rode with him. Third, he kissed me and now we should pretend like sweethearts. . .sigh, can't complain here!

"Li-kun, what a pleasant surprise. . .and with Sakura what a very pleasant surprise!" Meilin beamed as she saw the two approaching her table.

Meilin noticed that their hands were intertwined. She dragged Sakura away from Syaoran, their hands letting go. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"It's just for show and besides it's only here at the office."

Syaoran chimed in. "She's right."

Meilin sighed. "I hope it's not just for show. . ."

Sakura scolded her. "Meilin-chan. . ."

"Okay, okay, just kidding. By the way, you have to get back to work—the deadline's tomorrow."

"Meilin's right. I better go. See ya, honeybunch!" Syaoran said. He kissed Sakura on the cheek and went off.

"Sigh, love is truly in the air. . ." Meilin sighed before she went back on her desk.

Meilin-chan. . .

Sakura opened the door and sat on her chair—still in a daze. She just couldn't believe this was all happening in reality—the kiss, the pretend thing, their sweet kiss on the elevator—everything. She wished this day would never end but some wishes weren't made to come true. . .

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It was four o' clock when Sakura finally finished her Valentine's Day article. It was pretty long and she's sure everyone's going to love it. Sakura stretched her arms as she yawned—another article finished and she was pretty tired. Sakura lazily got up and walked near the printer to print it for Meilin's editing—after all, it's her job. As Sakura was about to print her work, the printer shook—startling her.

Huh? What's happening?

Sakura shrugged it off and was about to print her article when it shook again—this time violently. Uhmm. . .w-what's happening? She thought, this time in bewilderment. Suddenly, the printer shook violently again that it fell from where it was placed. It threw papers at Sakura making her shield her face. Okay, what's happening? I know I'm just tired. . .but am I also hallucinating? Sakura thought as terror was flooding her face.

The already wild printer shook again and this time chased Sakura through the room, flying papers everywhere.

"AAAHHH! THE PRINTER'S ALIVE!" Sakura screamed in terror as the printer chased her, hopping about on the floor.

"EVACUATE THE OFFICE! THE PRINTER'S ALIVE!" Sakura shrieked again as she ran for the door. Upon opening the door, there stood her officemates all staring at her like she grew three heads or something.

"What are you guys standing about? The printer's alive! We've got to evacuate this floor!"

"Uh, Kinomoto," One of her officemates said as she pointed at an already tamed printer. It just sat there inanimate as always.

Sakura turned around, confused. "But I saw it! I saw it chasing me around the room—it was flying papers everywhere!"

Her boss squeezed through to know what was going on. "Kinomoto, what's going on? Why are you screaming at the top of your lungs?"

"Ma'am, the printer's alive!"

Her boss raised an eyebrow. "The printer's alive?"

Sakura approached the printer and held it. "Yes, ma'am! It chased me through the room like it was some kind of monster or something!"

Sakura shook the printer, hoping that the object would move again. "C'mon, be alive!"

Sakura's boss sighed. "All of you back to work."

She continued shaking the printer. "I swear it was alive a moment ago!"

"Well, it isn't now."

Sakura smiled nervously as her boss sweat-dropped.

"Kinomoto, for what you acted I'm giving you a. . ."

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"A three days suspension?" Sakura screamed in disbelief.

"Well, at least you didn't lose your job." Meilin said.

It was eight-thirty p.m. and both were walking down the moonlit street to their apartments.

"It's unfair! The printer's alive I swear!"

"Maybe you're just imagining things."

"I am not."

"What's the other punishment?"

"This." Sakura handed Meilin a piece of paper.

Meilin grabbed it and stared. "A discount coupon for a psychologist?"

"She thinks I'm some kind of lunatic."

"What's bothering me was that if the printer was really alive, who could have done it?"

"Only one person!" Sakura gritted her teeth. "SYAORAN!"

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A/N: This is the sweetest and funniest chapter yet! Hahaha! Anyway, review! Remember: the more reviews I get, the more chapters I'll make!

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