Accidental

Cardcaptor Sakura

Sakura + Syaoran/Tomoyo + Eriol

PG-13/T (language, lime)

Chapters

Romance/Humor/Drama

AU

Summary: Tomoyo and Sakura are best friends who feel as if they don't have a soul mate. Sakura asks Tomoyo to put her on a dating website, and Tomoyo signs in as 'Sakura', meeting a mysterious boy from England. She finds herself falling for him, completely forgetting the fact that she is conversing with him as 'Sakura'. Syaoran is their next door neighbor and has feelings for Sakura, although he chooses not to show them in her company Sakura believes that he hates her and recriprocates those feelings. So what kind of chaos will ensue when Eriol finally comes to see 'Sakura', and Syaoran gets jealous?

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Authoress Notes: I want to thank you all so much for the reviews! It really keeps my spirits up! Although, I did see that I had like, 131 hits and only 9 reviews. Does that mean my story sucks? (cries) Nah... I'm not going to be one of those writers that demand a certain amount of reviews just to update the next chapter, and I'm not going to be one of those writers who beg you to read and review. I just thought it was a little disheartening.

Anyway, on a lighter note, I want to thank my poster and beta-reader, Aaron, again. He's been a big help, although if not a little obsessed with my story. o.O It's all good, though. To tell the truth, I almost lost inspiration after the first chapter. I seem to do that a lot. I do one chapter and I think it sucks and then I delete it. (sighs) I know I'm retarded, but that's just my screwed up way of thinking. Nothing I can do about it!

Accidental

Chapter Three

Tomoyo heaved a giant sigh and threw herself back on the couch. Who knew that creating an 'intimate profile' for Sakura would be so harsh. She had had to ask such questions as 'Have you had sex?' or 'Do you have any children?'

Tomoyo knew all the basic things, but to have to answer such personal questions about her best friend's sex life was where she drew the line. So, naturally, she just left the fields blank, hoping it didn't make Sakura look like a slut.

She grimaced as she remembered the time Sakura had almost gotten herself raped. It had been at a party a few weeks after they had moved in. The man directly downstairs from them had told them that it was his twenty-first birthday and he would be honored if they could attend. Of course, to Sakura's displeasure, he had also invited Syaoran.

The man had slipped something into her drink and had taken her into his bedroom, away from the party, telling her he had something funny he wanted to show her on his computer. Her mind foggy, she had agreed without hesitation. It was only pure luck when Tomoyo had opened the bedroom door minutes later, looking for the bathroom, when she had spotted a girl with a man on top of her, the girl's sweater half-unbuttoned. She bowed embarrassedly and went to leave, but that was before she had caught a glimpse of the sweater. It was Sakura's.

After screaming her lungs out, Syaoran had heard what was going on and ran into the room, unceremoniously pushing Tomoyo to the side. He pulled the man off of Sakura, picked her up, (after beating the man senseless, of course) and took her back up the apartment.

Before Tomoyo had left to go complain to the main renting office, she had heard Sakura groggily ask Syaoran, "Why did you help me?"

"Anyone would have," he replied, stomping out of the apartment back to his own, but Tomoyo saw the tell-tale blush that marred his cheeks.

Tomoyo giggled and stood to get a drink. That's why she always teased them about being an old married couple. They just looked so cute together, and she knew Syaoran had feelings for a certain air-headed roommate of hers. She was pretty sure Sakura would have gone in that man's room even if he hadn't drugged her. She was just too damn trusting.

5:45, the clock blinked at her from the oven. Sakura would be home in about three hours. She would be expecting her profile to be up, and at least have some responses.

Tomoyo halted in her steps as she heard a familiar ring coming from the computer. She walked over to it hesitantly and glanced at the screen, almost dropping her drink in shock. It read:

'BlueMidniteMoon: Hello. My name is Hiiragizawa Eriol and I am responding to your profile.

Tomoyo squeezed her juice box mercilessly. She wanted to respond to him, but it was Sakura's profile he was responding to. She bit the inside of her cheek and sat down at the desk, placing her hands tentatively on the keyboard, and idea forming in her head.

'ChrryBlossmSurprze: Good evening. My name is Kinomoto Sakura.'

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Sakura reached over to the radio in her car and shut it off. All she ever heard on those damn stations were love songs. She was so angry about the night before, she could barely even sleep, and Tomoyo had almost had a heart attack that morning when she woke up to find Sakura already in the shower.

She still couldn't understand why she was so angry. Was it because he was being rude... or was it because she was... jealous?

She shook the thought from her head almost as soon as it entered it. Jealous? Her? Yeah, right...

She turned into the supermarket parking lot and turned off her car. It was her turn to make dinner tonight, and she had to stop and get the ingredients.

As she walked through the automatic doors at the entrance of the store, her mind fumed. He had had the audacity to answer the door in nothing more than a sheet. And he didn't even bother to cover up the fact that he had a woman in his apartment! What nerve!

Walking into the mixes section, she grabbed a box of biscuit mix and turned, only to see Syaoran... and the woman he was entertaining the night before.

She froze in her tracks and stared unashamedly at the woman she had seen draped all over Syaoran the night before. She was actually quite pretty. Straight raven hair swung right past her slightly curved hips, a flat stomach, ample breasts, and brilliant ruby eyes that Sakura could see even from where she was standing.

She looked quite like a deer caught in headlights as Syaoran and his companion swung around, catching sight of her. She saw Syaoran smirk at her and wrap an arm around the girl's shoulders, both of them smiling at her like Cheshire cats as they sauntered towards her.

The girl stopped in front of Sakura and extended a hand, smiling much like a lioness who had just found its prey. "Hi. My name is Meiling. I believe we met last night." Here she giggled a bit, trying to get a rise out of Sakura.

And it worked.

She grit her teeth and grabbed Meiling's hand, squeezing painfully. The other girl gasped in mock pain and retracted her arm, huddling against Syaoran's chest. "She hurt me!"

Syaoran glanced from the girl to Sakura and walked over to Sakura, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. "Excuse us, Meiling. I have to talk to Miss Kinomoto here."

She arched an eyebrow cattily and laughed. "Of course."

Syaoran steered Sakura to the next aisle over after a nod at Meiling, pressing her against the aisle. "What the hell is your problem, Sakura?"

She clenched her teeth together and tried not to lose her cool. Syaoran's face was just inches from her own. "What the hell is MY problem? What is my problem? Why are you with that... that tramp?"

Syaoran grimaced and stared at her. "I'm a man. Men have certain... needs I don't think you would underst-"

SMACK

He held a hand over his cheek, completely bewildered. This was the first time a woman had ever smacked him! What the hell! He stared down at the small woman, completely unnerved.

"I want you to show some common courtesy, Syaoran!" she seethed, fists clenched at her sides. The beginnings of tears formed in her eyes and she bit her lip, finding the tops of her shoes very interesting. But that wasn't before Syaoran had seen the small tears.

"Why the hell are you crying, Sakura?" he asked, voice unnaturally gentle.

She threw her head up and glared at him ferociously. "I don't fucking know, Syaoran, but next time you decide to satisfy your male 'needs', consider other people's feelings first! Particularly mine!" With that bit of information, she spun on her heel, running from the store, dinner completely forgotten.

Syaoran glared at the spot the girl had just occupied. What the hell does that mean?

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