A/N: Nothing to say except thanks bunches for the reviews.

To: Rita Skeeter 8), did you not read my first chapter? If you have, you will see that I've bolded the words Based From which states that this story is based on the movie, Pixel Perfect. If I were you, I'd read the whole author's notes first before I say anything.

Chapter Four

Troublous (adj); fraught with difficulty or many problems.

He tossed and turned from the middle of his king-sized bed in fraught.

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

One name rolled off his lips non-stop. Eriol had suddenly decided to pop uninvited and take Sakura away from him. Without his consent. He glared at a crumpled piece of parchment lying innocently on his bedside table. He read it through his peripheral vision.

Hullo my cute little descendant,

I've decided to take Sakura for a few days to adjust some of her programs. Hope you don't mind.

Cheers.

Syaoran proceeded on his tossing and turning when he elbowed the remote for his television. He sneered at it when the flat screen turned on and showed a scene where a man sat alone in the dark, his eyes puffy and red while he clutched desperately at a note. His mouth was curled in an obscene smile.

"I've gone raving mad," said the man from the television. "Just because I fell in love with her. A forbidden."

Syaoran glowered at the screen and dived towards the remote, clutching at it furiously. He changed the channel and ended up in a geographical channel. A woman with green eyes and brown hair can be seen from a background of mountains. Her smile was identical to…

Syaoran turned off the TV, fuming.

"Why can't I get her out of my head?" He screamed in frustration. "She's just a program! One of my twisted fantasies that will never come true!"

He threw the remote away with an angry growl. "Damn bastard," he seethed. "Why did he have to take her away anyway?"

Subsequently, a knock from the door came. He quieted for a moment, waiting for another knock. Then it came. He suspiciously looked at the door and decided it was safe. He stood up and went towards the front door. Slowly he opened it revealing a black-haired woman with angry ruby eyes staring back at him.

"Xiao Lang," the woman drawled. "Took you long enough to open the damn door."

Syaoran took a step back in surprise. "Meilin, what are you doing here?"

Meilin smirked. "Mother sent me."

"Sent you?" Syaoran echoed confusedly. "What the hell for?"

She laughed mockingly. "You're so stupid sometimes, Li." She cackled. "What is your purpose here in Japan anyway?"

"To get away from you." He replied smoothly. He grinned when Meilin's eyes narrowed. "Okay fine," he rolled his eyes. "To find the perfect wife."

"Correct," Meilin growled. "And have you found her yet?"

"No." Syaoran said simply.

Meilin barked out loud, her red eyes ablaze. "I knew it! You're backing out and hoping to be a bachelor here in Japan… where we can't say anything about it."

Syaoran yawned. "Just shut up, Meilin."

Meilin shoved him away and stepped inside the mansion, her eyes measuring. "Nice pad."

"Whatever," Syaoran closed the door and plopped himself down on the couch in front of the TV. "Where are you going to stay?" He reached out for a can of coke royal and sipped, watching Meilin through the side of his eyes.

"Here with you of course."

Syaoran's eyes bulged out, almost out of its sockets, as he spat his drink all over the floor. Coke dribbled down his chin as he spoke, "what the fuck? Are you serious?"

"Yes," she raised a perfectly plucked brow. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Syaoran grumbled in protest. "I don't want you here."

She laughed cockily. "Well it's just your luck because I'm here to stay." She threw herself on the couch across him and took the remote swiftly from him.

"Hey!"

"Don't argue," she hissed. "Or aunt Yelan and I will have a word."

He growled angrily and raised his arms across his chest. "You're a bitch, do you know that?"

Meilin grinned. "And you're a fucking virgin."

"I—that is besides the point, Meilin," he hissed, embarrassed.

She laughed. "Oh yes, very far from the topic at hand, I'm sure." She drawled mockingly.

"Shut up, Meilin." He blushed.

"Whatever," she shrugged. "As long as you find yourself a wife within the next week or so… I won't tell on you." She winked at him as he gaped at her incredulously.

"Next week?" He yelled. "Are you bloody serious? I couldn't even find my own socks!"

"And how is that my fault?"

"You—you—ugh!" He screamed in frustration.

She giggled, finding amusement from his anger, and stood up from her seat. "Good luck, Xiao Lang!" She said in a sing-song voice, her eyes glimmering. "I'll be staying in your room, ciao!"

Syaoran was still frozen on his seat, his eyes wide agape.

How the hell was he supposed to find a wife in the next two weeks?

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A figure moved smoothly across the marble floor, his black cape billowing across his back. A golden box lay on his side as he grasped it securely. His blue eyes sparkled as a grin splayed across his face.

"I've finally made her perfect."

A white flash and a beautiful image appeared on his wake.

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Syaoran: Why is this so short? I demand an explanation!

Sakura: Ask the authoress, Syaoran-kun…

Syaoran: You! (points at Elli typing on her computer with a ridiculously sad expression on her face) Girl with the eyeglasses! Why is this so short?

Elli: I'm stressed out with: exams, projects, the script of my play… It's all so frustrating!

Sakura: Poor Elli-chan. (pats Elli's head like a dog) There, there, Elli-chan.

Elli: I'm not a fucking dog. (silence)

Syaoran: That still doesn't answer my question!