A cool air whipped through the dense walls of Sakura's apartment building. She was sprawled out across the floor with an angry looking Tomoyo peering down at her. How was she supposed to explain this one? 'Ah, crap.' She thought picking herself up from the ground. "I was just er, passing by?"

Chapter eight is here! I have more of Eriol and Tomoyo for you as well. Say hello to the business party they're all attending. Say hello to opportunities. Please review!

Wai:

Came out in a nervous tone. The raven eyebrows belonging to Miss Daidouji narrowed even further. "You were just passing by your own apartment and suddenly pressed your ear against the door so you'd fall if someone were to open it?" Tomoyo asked with a snort. Sakura felt her face falter.

"It's just so funny to hear you two fight like something of a married couple!" Her hand went her mouth. 'Oh no, wrong thing to say.' Eriol's dark mass of hair and grinning face popped up by the side of the door. "Do we? I rather thought we sounded more like two young people fighting over Daidouji's sexuality."

He started to contemplate. And that Daidouji rolled her eyes. "Stop being such a smart-ass. It's called a figure of speech." She shook her head. "Tuh, Moron." The steady gaze of lavender eyes found their way back to Sakura's own. "It's okay." An exasperated sigh. "I guess I can be just as nosy when I want."

Sakura smiled warmly at the hand Tomoyo extended and grabbed it. "Don't forget kind, helpful, prepared.." Tomoyo nodded with a bashful flush. "You don't have to go flattering me, Sakura!" "Don't forget Rapacious." Eriol piped up and when Tomoyo's face lit up with anger his lips quirked up at the sides. "How delightfully thoughtful of you, Hirigaziwa."

Came her snapping reply. "As much as I love hearing you guys fight like this, I need to get dressed for the part really badly." They looked at her in unison and both nodded. "Oh crap! I have nothing to wear!" She whined and stomped her foot. Eriol smiled and grabbed Tomoyo's arm. "We'll be off to pick out your outfit then."

He called, racing down the steps. "We?" Cried a female voice in reply and thus continued down the stairs in loud yells. Sakura would have shook her head but she was too used to this, having had been friend's with both of them for about 6 years. They came back about an hour later with 5 different outfits to pick from.

All of which Tomoyo had made of course. When they were young teens she would constantly be making new outfits for Sakura, which Eriol made fun of. There was much bickering and screeching on the subject of which one she would wear for about another hour before it was finally decided with something like this:

Tomoyo: Try this one on!

She shoves an emerald green dress into Sakura's arms and pushes her through the bathroom door.

Eriol: It looked nice.

Tomoyo: Don't you start something Hirigaziwa!

Eriol: What? All I said was that it looked nice.

((Rain: Can't you just see his evil little smile.

Tomoyo: Get out of here you insane author!

Rain: I did this all for you stupid made up characters!

OOC-ness.))

Sakura steps out and twirls around prettily. ((I can't believe that's a word!))

Tomoyo and Eriol: Wow!

Sakura: Well, which one do I have to try on now?

Eriol: No this ones definitely the one.

Tomoyo: Breathless I agree.

Sakura: Sobbing You actually agreed on something! I'M SO HAPPY!

Eriol and Tomoyo: Oh crap..WAIT..I mean..Er..fluggernuts..what?…fluggernuts!..damn you

Hirigaziwa..No damn you!….WE DON"T EVER AGREE!

Sakura: Except on the fact that you never agree.

Tomoyo: That didn't make sense.

Eriol: Actually it did.

Tomoyo: Oh, shut up you pig!

Sakura: But it did!

And so forth. More mindless ramblings that I could waste this entire chapter on but I won't. Because I'm nice. Anyway back to Sakura's outfit. It winded up being an emerald colored, sleeveless dress that fell past her feet. Eriol picked out some nice green earrings that he had…for some reason and Tomoyo some silver high heels.

Then Tomoyo went into bathroom to get ready. As they drove towards the party Sakura wondered why Eriol hadn't tagged along. In fact he hadn't even mentioned wanting to come at all, how strange. He probably had something to do with his business. 'Oh well.'

She found herself shrugging. The door swung open and the noise of the party filtered through Sakura's small ears. The earrings were dangling in the cool air. Tomoyo held the door open and as soon as they were inside they were swept with cameras and people. Sakura had to blink a few times from the flashing lights.

Tomoyo gently pushed them away and told them she wasn't interested in the first page of the paper. She then introduced Sakura to a few co-workers. They shook hands and ogled at the honey corkscrews Tomoyo had made her hair into with a curling iron. She blushed and bowed politely forgetting she was in Manhattan instead of her Japanese hometown.

They looked at her strangely for a second and she felt a gush of embarrassment. Her bright eyes peered at the ceiling. Suddenly loud laughter came from a side of the room. Her eyes trailed the ground following the noise and flew up and around until they finally landed on Syaoran. He had a tanned fist covering his mouth to keep loud chuckles in.

'What's he laughing at, he's Asian, he should understand!' She could feel Tomoyo's eyes land on him. If Sakura had been just meeting him she'd have been able to judge him right away. The suit he wore was made of silk; his tie was black and sleek. The chestnut hair upon his head was as messy as ever falling deep into his chocolate-like orbs.

There was woman with her arm around his, one clinging to the other side and one directly across from him with a hand on his shoulder. Sakura heard Tomoyo snort. "And I thought Eriol was bad with women." She whispered under her breath. Sakura shuddered. Why did she keep meeting this man? He was so mean.

She backed up next to Tomoyo and whispered. "That's him." The other girl nodded. "I know, I've met him before but don't judge to quickly. Two of those girls are his sisters." Sakura's face lit up with shock. Then she giggled, "He has two sisters?" She asked. Tomoyo nodded again lowering her eyebrows with a small smile. "Four, actually."

She couldn't hold it in much longer. Fits of giggles came out. "I-just-can't-imagine-him-like-that." She said inbetween. Syaoran tilted his head to the side as he watched her laugh. He found himself looking her up and down. Checking her out and holy shit was he surprised. Her body curved in ways he didn't think was possible and her lips were red and strawberries.

His body walked over to her without his consent. "Funny meeting you here, little girl." He said in a low voice. The girl she had been talking to was to busy talking to new clients to notice his presence. Sakura looked up at Syaoran with wide eyes.

"I could say the same thing, Li." He smiled despite the cold, spiteful tone of her voice. "I don't know your name yet. Let's have a deal that you can't call me by my name until you tell me yours." She nodded rigidly. "Deal. Sakura Kinomoto." He loved the sternness of her voice, the way she didn't understand what she'd just gotten herself into.

She'd fallen into the trap so easily; he'd be having his way. Oh yes, revenge was sweet. He chuckled. "Lord, even your name sounds childish! Pretty easy at giving your name away, Kinomoto. I'm starting to doubt you're so pure as I thought." And once again there was pressure on his new suede shoes. But this time her grabbed her arm firmly and gritted his teeth. "We're at a party and I'd rather not make a scene."

She looked confused. His voice got louder. "Sorry Kinomoto, I'm just not interested in you that way." Oh, her face was shocked. Delightful, delightful. A couple of people turned around to look at the two of them. Tomoyo looked from Syaoran to Sakura and saw a bolt of electricity at his grip on her arm. Sakura's face was flushed and her mouth was frowning.

'I guess she wasn't kidding.' She moved closer with a sigh to intervene when she stopped midway because there in coming in the opposite direction towards the two was Eriol Hirigaziwa. In a suit. A navy blue suit that matched with his hair and made his eyes look all the more sexy. "You?" She yelped. His gaze was on her.

She trudged forward. "What the hell are you doing here?" He smiled again, closing his eyes. Syaoran turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Her Eriol." He said coolly. Tomoyo was suddenly confused. "W-what? Why are you here?" The man she was facing raised his eyebrows as well. "Well, I was invited why wouldn't I come."

"Invited?"

WHOOT! We are finished with number eight of our beloved story. I do hope you all enjoyed this quick-read. Sorry if you think my chapters are too short I can't help how I write. Eh, leave a message I'll be answering and thanking you reviewers in a Chappie soon!

-Rain