A/N: thank you for ALL your support and I luv y'all!

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Chapter 6: Misunderstanding

            "Wow, this is a really nice black BMW," exclaimed Sakura cheerfully.

            "Yeah, I know, and you're so poor that you've never seen one before, right?" Syaoran said teasingly.

            Sakura looked at him in disbelief, and turned away again. She tried to hold herself from crying, and finally she got out of the car.

            "YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS IT! I've had enough! I know I have made some mistakes in stereotyping and I said I'm sorry. Is this what you want? For me to go back to Japan and leaving this whole movie here??! IS IT?!" Sakura yelled while tears streamed down her face.

            "WELL, LET ME TELL YOU, I've had enough of this coldness of yours and you and your prejudice, because right now, I AM LEAVING!" Sakura barked as she slammed the door shut, and ran to the crowed streets and disappeared from it. Syaoran listened with his mouth opened, and unable to recover from the shock he has just experienced.

            Sakura Kinomoto, just did that?!!

            Syaoran sighed, shook his head, and parked the car to an empty space. He took his time to get out of it, and walked alone on the crowded street. Everything looked so refreshing, the Christmas smell, the decoration, everything. His handsome amber eyes suddenly spotted something up on the window in front of a large department store.

            An auburn-haired girl with glowing emerald eyes, smiled at him. She was wearing a white top with a pair of stylish white jeans, and next to her, a handsome messy chestnut-haired, amber-eyed, smiling boy was standing, wearing a black shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, and a pair of white jeans with one of his hands in the pocket and the other on the girl's shoulder.

            Spot this.

            Syaoran stared at the large photo in awe, and it took him at least a minute to figure out that that's him and Sakura. The movie! He remembered, A Winter's Tale is coming out in April the next year!

            Damn. Syaoran cursed. Just when everything was going perfect he maddened Sakura off the crew. For the first time he noticed how beautiful and attractive she is, how those eyes—WHERE IS IT LEADING HIM?!!

            Syaoran shook away his thoughts, and walked forward, not daring to look on the department windows any more. Sakura's already gone, he thought, she has to be.

            No, wait, Syaoran suddenly remembered, there is no taxi around here. He looked at the clock—it's almost 9:00pm, a dangerous time for a single, pretty girl to be around in Hong Kong. As far as he knows, she could be—

            Syaoran gulped, not daring to think further—

            Murdered.

            As the thought entered Syaoran's head, he ran to his black BMW, and drove as fast as he can. He looked at every street corner at every turn, everywhere—he could not find her.

            Kinomoto, I'm sorry, where the heck are you? Syaoran prayed to his heart, and continued searching. The clock ticked as fast as ever. He has searched all Hong Kong by then, and it's 12.

            Kinomoto! Syaoran screamed in his mind, ripping his heart out. Finally he decided to head back to her hotel and report the police. Yup, that's it, let them solve it. Syaoran thought of the idea quickly.

            In five minutes, he arrived at the International Hotel at Cherry Blossom Street, and stepped inside. The hotel was rather grand, with big, fancy lights and paintings of cherry blossoms covering baby angels who were playing violin. No time for any enchantments, thought Syaoran bitterly, though he usually loved to stare at classical paintings because they give him so much ideas.

            As he almost merged to the front desk, his eyes spotted an auburn-haired girl facing back at him wearing a pink scarf and out coat. Far from behind he could hear hiccups of sniffing, and he pleasantly felt sorry for the girl. Unsure of what to do, he stepped up to the girl first.

            "Are you okay, miss?" he whispered gently into the girl's ear.

            The girl turned around, the emerald eyes staring at him, and whispered, "Mr. Li?"

            "Kinomoto?" Syaoran said in surprise. "Kinomoto, is that you?"

            Sakura nodded, eyes still red from crying. "Why-how did you get here?" Syaoran asked in disbelief and sat on the opposite seat across from her.

            "I-I walked." Sakura said stiffly, avoiding his eyes.

            "Oh, well, I've been wasting those time looking for you for nothing." Syaoran thought out aloud.

            "What?" Sakura raised her eyebrows, and let out a soft chuckle.

            "Nothing," Syaoran said as he blushed deeply. "You know, just thought you'd get into some trouble on the way with no taxi since its nine when you left."

            Sakura's eyes widened into a kind, gentle smile. "Really? That's so sweet of you! And I've been waiting here because the front desk person won't let me in."

            "Why?" asked Syaoran.

            "I forgot my keys in your car," she said shyly.

            Long, silent, awkward silence.

"I'm sorry," said Syaoran, lowering his head in shame.

            "It's okay, I'm sorry for bursting out on you." Sakura admitted, and beamed.

            "So, you're still in the cast?" Syaoran asked carefully.

            "Um, no," Sakura said playfully. Syaoran had suddenly stopped smiling. "I'm just kidding!" Sakura smirked. (A/N: imagine THAT! o)

            "So, um, why did you come here instead of going to the airport?" Syaoran asked.

            "Mr. Li, I CANNOT walk that far without a cab or someone to drive me." Sakura spat cursively.

            "Well, I am sorry." Syaoran confessed. "Is now a good time to go?" he asked.

            "Only if you say so," Sakura smiled warmly.

A/N: is this chap good? If yes, please review. If no, please review too!