Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!! - I've never gotten so many with just two chapters of a story. ((Eheh. I guess I'm not the best writer.)) Anyway not to worry, Sakura and Syaoran are going to meet on odd terms.

Wai:

"Ring!! Ring!!" Syaoran let out a hallow groan, his hair was sticking up in four places and his eyes were close to bloodshot. He slammed his hand over the alarm clock next to the couch in his office and sniffed.

With a strong tanned arm he threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed. "Why me?" He cried to no one in particular. It was 5:00 in the morning. A little early for Mr. Li but not ever too early for work.

He hobbled over to his desk and switched the lights on. No one else was there yet. People wouldn't start showing up until somewhere around 7:00. Standard work time. The brackish walls felt like they were closing in on him.

He widened his eyes as this thought flew through his mind. "I need to take some pain pills.." He told himself warily. "This is a desperate situation." Accidentally maiming his hand on the side of the table.

More groans. This was oddly mundane. He felt pathetic, hand throbbing, head throbbing, feet throbbing and back aching. "I just want to sleep."

But his competent side took over and he opened his paper draw, flying through files and reading as quickly as his mind let possible. He was a very capable man, able to work out when needed and he usually felt great in the morning.

'I'll have to ask Marissa when she gets back.' He pondered. He pulled some black trousers over his boxers and threw a tight blue short on with some fuzzy socks. When people said he lived in his office they really weren't kidding.

He never hired ordinary people either. He liked variety. Take Marissa for example, she was a demanding, in-charge sort of woman. She hardly listened to orders that weren't for work. Mat was the one who went out and bought lunch for the staff.

He decided to go out for breakfast. His stomach was killing him anyway. After his trench coat was on and he was strolling down the street without a person in sight, his mind cleared up.

Turning the corner he peered around at all the shops and restaurants around him. His eyes flickered over a place called "Marino's." 'Interesting..' He paused. 'It's a fancy kinda restaurant for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Odd.'

With a shrug his mind decided to try it out. How bad could it be? The doors made a jingling sound that made the place feel warmer, people instantly turned around to look at who had entered. A couple of women gaped.

He smirked to himself. At this time in the morning there were mostly hard working people who barely took off, or just someone who couldn't sleep. His hair was still messy as ever, eyes a bit more relaxed.

With a cheerful whistle he took a seat in a booth, making himself comfortable. The waitresses around him were pretty and enthusiastic. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and made a list of orders people had asked for the last night.

He was deep in thought when someone's voice interrupted him. "Ahem." The voice wasn't smooth or attractive. It sounded like someone who had just fallen out of a garbage can.

He raised his gaze to look up at his waitress. Her hair was much worse then his. It stuck out on the ends and her eyes were drooping very much in need of sleep. She must have been six or seven years younger then him.

Not that most people could tell he was anywhere near 21. Back to the waitress. Her lips were chapped and her cheeks pink. She looked worse then having had fallen out of a garbage can.

She frowned at him. He stifled a snicker. "Can I take your order?" She asked, her voice cracking. It was a sweet voice he decided just in need of some coffee and repair. He laughed under his breath, hoping she wouldn't notice.

It looked as if she did. She stomped her foot and steam almost seemed to flow from her ears. "Yes, I know I look horrible but I've never woken up so early before and.." She stopped herself and hiccupped almost appropriately. "And I don't know why I'm telling this to you."

"Not only do you look horrible but your voice is cracking and your apron is on inside-out." He pointed out, lazily. Her frown deepened into a pout. "Well, excuse me." She said in a slurring voice.

Suddenly Syaoran felt autocratic. This girl was so easy to annoy it was funny. She narrowed her bright green eyes angrily. 'Wow.' He thought, surprised. 'Her eyes are practically beautiful. Compared to the rest of her, that's scary.'

"Yes, you hiccupped. Excuse you." He answered agreeably. His smirk grew wider and wider as her eyes seemed to dart around in every direction, trying to come up with something to say. "I..thought..I already explained it to you!!"

She cried, stupidly. Her stutters were anything but clear. He shook his head. "How piteous, you can barely speak." Amber eyes flashed with amusement. "Poor baby, you are." That seemed to be it.

She threw down her apron and stomped away, leaving a trail of spite. He blinked and asked the next waitress that walked by if he could have some coffee. She stopped immediately and stared at him for a while before finally snapping out of her daydream, apologizing and scurrying to get his order.

He still had that affect on people. Syaoran looked down at the apron on the floor and held up the girl's name-card that he had just sent off in anger. It read 'Sakura Kinomoto.'

They have finally met!! . I'm so happy this chapter is done with. It didn't take me long to update. I just hope it stays that way until the story's finished.