AN: One word: Sorry. I know it's been months. I was debating whether to leave it or continue and I chose the latter. I decided not to be lazy and do this after all!
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Bleahs.
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Summary: Sakura studied to be a heart surgeon. She has just started her training in Tokyo's biggest and busiest hospital. Syaoran is her mentor with an insolent attitude towards girls. Can Sakura cope with the extra work and all the strenuous activities in the everyday-bustling hospital? How will she cope with him? Is she going to give up?
Extras: Sakura's father is one of the richest men in Tokyo. But of course, having an older brother, the company was handed down to her brother, Touya. Sakura still can live off with the money her father is going to leave her. But, she chooses to have a career. A heart surgeon career, that is!
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On the previous chapter:
"Oh Doctor Kinomoto! I'm so sorry! If it was because of the hot coffee I accidentally poured on you just now, I apologize profusely!" Yuma acted. Her acting was moderately good and it was able to fool Sakura.
"It was an accident?" Sakura asked.
"Yes… and I'm terribly sorry! I just wanted to deliver you a cup of coffee since you stayed up late last night. But I tripped and the coffee landed on you," Yuma continued with her act.
"Oh… it's alright," Sakura broke into a smile. They want to make friends with me? So maybe they don't actually hate me.
"Thank you Doctor Kinomoto!"
"Call me Sakura!"
"Ok Sakura!" the four said in unison.
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Surgical Heart
Chapter 5: Trapped
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"So we'll see you after work today?" Yuma asked.
"Yes, of course!" Sakura smiled and waved as she headed back to her desk.
By the side, stood a rather surprised Syaoran. "What are you doing with them? If I were you, I would strongly discourage you from participating in their group activities. It just plainly disgusts me."
Sakura shrugged as she arranged her folders neatly. "Who are you to tell me that when what Ido also disgusts you."
"I never said that!" Syaoran protested. "I'm just still… shocked that you want to be a surgeon when plenty of other luxuries come your way."
"Well… you know what, Li? The thing that matters is that I know. What is your business that you so badly need to know mine?" Sakura asked, smiling in triumph.
"Everything Sakura, everything." Syaoran said gravely. "Anyway, where are you heading with them?"
"To a club, it's on the outskirts of Tokyo but they said it is really good!" Sakura said, while gathering the required equipment to see her patient. Syaoran gave a nod which Sakura chose to ignore. She walked out of the room in a huff while Syaoran held a thoughtful face.
Something suspicious was going on. He could feel it. And he was going to do a little spying.
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"So how was Doctor Li at work today?" Yuma asked.
"He was fine, but seriously, he should stop putting on that irritating face of his. It drives me nuts," Sakura mumbled incoherently, desperately trying to keep her files and documents in hand but failing miserably. "Do you think you could hold this for me for awhile?" Sakura asked, referring to her bag in hand.
"Err…" Lira glanced at their team leader who immediately gave her the 'play along' look. "Oh okay!" Flashing a fake smile, she picked Sakura's bag with her two empty hands. "So err… you don't like Syao- I mean, Doctor Li?" Sakura laughed, immediately denying any 'relations' to the man while Yuma's group discreetly stared at her suspiciously.
Sakura who did not notice the present tension, headed towards her car. "Let's take my car, shall we?"
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"Yes, yes, I will get it settled. By the dateline…Uh huh," Syaoran said in a bored tone into the phone, trying to get the other party to bid farewell. After a few more minutes of nagging from the caller, Syaoran decided he had enough. "Look, I'll get it done okay!" And with that, he slammed the phone back down on the receiver and gathered his belongings in one sweep. Taking one last brief glance at his office, he stalked out of the door and to the outskirts of Tokyo.
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"Your house is like… so cool!" Yuma exclaimed, trying to suck up to the innocent doctor. The rest of the group agreed.
"Thanks, I guess," Sakura said, tugging at the low-cut tank top Yuma made her wear. Adjusting her tight mini-skirt, she said unsurely to Yuma. "Are you sure I can borrow your clothes. I mean… I could just drape on some err… normal shirt and jeans."
Yuma and co. gaped at her, almost in horror. They began shaking their head vigorously. "Nuh-uh… definitely not."
"But you see, I'm not very comfortable in this. Besides, you guys are dressed more appropriately than me," Sakura pointed out nicely. Despite Yuma's choice for Sakura, she and her group were dressed less slut-like. They simply wore tight sleeveless shirts and longer skirts which covered a lot more than what was covering Sakura.
"Ah!!" Lira interrupted deliberately. "It's getting late. We better get going." And without another word, she chauffeured everyone towards the car and pushing a rather persistent Sakura.
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"Shit… I'm late. They're probably luring Sakura into some scheme now," Syaoran muttered worriedly to himself. After having chided himself for half an hour in his car stuck in the traffic jam, he was definitely not in the right of mind. "Argh, that's it, I'm walking!"
Out of the blinking red and white lights, a black car swerved towards the curb, tyres screeching. An annoyed looking young man got out of the car and slammed the door shut, muttering nonsensical stuff to himself as he kept his hands warm from the biting cold.
"This better be worth it…"
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"Kino- Sakura! Are you all right?" Yuma screamed over the loud thumping noises that echoed throughout the whole club. Sakura who was not paying much attention to her surroundings, continued to drink out of the glass in her hand.
No, she was not drunk.
No, her drink was not spiked.
And no, she was not enjoying herself.
"Sakura!" Yuma coughed back down the next vulgarity just in time as Sakura whipped her head around so quickly that her hair swished roughly at Yuma's face.
"Oh god! I am so sorry! What was it you were saying?" Sakura apologised, trying to vision out the fuzzy forms in front of her.
Ok, maybe she was drunk.
"I said are you alright? Why aren't you dancing?" Yuma asked distastefully but Sakura was too woozy to take note. Yuma, of course knew why Sakura was not dancing. After all, she had partially caused it.
"Sorry I know you guys wanted to get me to know this place but I… Erm…" Sakura said as she tried to clear her mind. "Have to take a raincheck. Sorry!" Sakura apologised before turning back to her drink, draining out its contents and asking for more.
Yuma glared at Sakura evilly, her lips turned up into an evil smirk. Perfect. OpportunityThose two words went through her mind, and what a wonderful pair they made for the plan of events that was supposed to unfold next.
…that was supposed to unfold next, but didn't really go as planned.
Yuma grabbed a glass of liquid at the bar and she brought the glass over Sakura, tipping it ever so slightly. Got ya! Yuma rotated her wrist a bit more and the cold liquid poured out of the glass, right out of it and onto Sakura's hair, top and skirt.
"Aikes!" Sakura screeched, standing up so abruptly that her surroundings started twirling around like a mad tycoon.
Before Yuma could slowly get all the liquid dumped on Sakura and act innocent, a large, warm hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly to prevent any more mishap to poor Sakura's outfit.
"Cut it out!" the owner of the warm hand shouted.
Yuma's blood ran cold when she heard the voice. "Syaoran?" she asked meekly.
"It's Li to you. Dr. Li," Syaoran answered angrily, throwing her hand down roughly. Sakura who hadn't been able to get a hold of her surroundings, started to fall. And it would have been a very bad fall, if it wasn't for Syaoran saving the day again. "Damn Kinomoto, what did you get yourself into?"
Sakura's clothes, or rather, Yuma's clothes were damp slightly. But because of its thin skimpy material, let's say, it was hard to keep anything covered.
Yuma, after recovering from shock, smirked at Sakura's dilemma. Syaoran was there and maybe he could see what a 'slut' Sakura was. After all, she was the one dressed like the slut not Yuma or her friends who had gathered to watch.
But if that was what Yuma had thought, then she had another thing coming.
Syaoran quickly tore of his black, heavy leather coat and gently wrapped Sakura with it. Muttering something about dealing with the nurses later, he picked up the damsel and walked out of the messed-up bar.
"Crap, that was not supposed to happen," Yuma groaned.
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Sakura was hanging limply in Syaoran's arms as he brought her out of the bar and back into the cold. He shivered slightly when the cold, crisp air came in contact with his bare skin. Sakura, however, lay peacefully in the warmth of his leather coat in his strong arms.
"Kinomoto, can you walk?" Syaoran tried asking. Sakura merely stirred slightly in his arms, shifting herself until she could snuggle her head in his chest comfortably. "God, how much did you drink?"
"Only a few glasses," came her tired mumble.
"A few glasses and you're already so screwed up!" Syaoran sighed heavily as he flagged a taxi to get them home. To her home.
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Ok, so maybe her drink was spiked. She had a terrible headache, although Sakura was known to be able to hold drinks.
So, what did it matter? Sakura was in Syaoran's arms. What more could any girl ask for?
Well, she could ask to be saved from Syaoran's lecturing later onwards.
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"Sakura, you lazy-bum, get out now before I decide to fire you for being extra late," Syaoran announced cheerfully as he barged into her room, fully dressed and ready to go.
A loud groan surfaced from the mountain of bed sheets as she rolled onto her side, ignoring Syaoran's entry.
Syaoran sighed, almost too sadly. "We had a great time last night, did we not? I understand your extreme tiredness but come on; we have to have a meal for more energy!" Syaoran raised an amused brow, braced for the entertainment of his life.
"WHAT!!!!!!!!"
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"What the hell are you doing in my house? Out, out, out!" Sakura shouted. After getting dressed decently and having washed up, she was awake and full of energy alright. Energy for anger.
"But Sakura-chan, I did you a favour last night,"
"Could you stop referring to last night as favours and stuff that make people grossed out!"
"But… then what do I call it?" Before Syaoran could raise any suggestions, Sakura's arm was already ready to drag him out.
"Get out now! Out, out, out!
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"Come on, nobody sulks for…," Syaoran paused to glance at his watch, "four hours, sixteen minutes and five seconds." It was their lunch time and he had sincerely invited her for a quick lunch with him in the office.
"Sincere, my foot," Sakura snorted.
"Your welcome, Miss polite," Syaoran simply said. "Come on now, stop acting like an immature child and follow Daddy."
The next words came rather quickly. "Daddy," Sakura spluttered. "Yeah right, Li. As if you could ever be a dad figure. And for the record, I DO NOT ACT LIKE AN IMMATURE CHILD!"
"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot," Syaoran added with a little hum, "You are an immature child!" Before Sakura could say anything, he reached his hand out to her. "Come on let's go, you can beat me up after lunch."
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Let's see: Four months and fifteen days. Ok, that's a long time since I last updated. Anyway, to be continued!