Housekeeping!

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When Sakura got home, her father wasn't waiting for her with a threatening glint in his eye. In fact, the only reason she knew he was home is that there was an unrecognizable purse sitting on the staircase. Fujitaka Kinomoto didn't seem to mind any woman that had... well... a woman's anatomy.

Sakura sighed. She supposed she shouldn't think less of him. I mean, he was a grown man and he could make his own decisions. And besides, her mother had died when she was only a few months old, so her father should have the right to satisfy his "needs". Of course, being the loving daughter that she was, she didn't agree with the servants when they said that he could at least choose the same one for more than one night in a row.

As Sakura skipped up the stairs to her room, she glanced at the purse. It seemed familiar, but she didn't really think much of it. She hurried to her room. It was nearly 3 o'clock. She would have to leave again in a half hour or so. Quickly, she jumped into the shower. In ten minutes, she was ready to go. She pulled her long, wet auburn hair up into a messy bun, threw on some jeans and slipped into a pink tee shirt, not thinking anything of it. If the mechanic stretched his mind and figured out she was a chick, too bad. She was too tired to care and she wanted to get back before her dad found out she was missing.

Charles was waiting in the front for her in his black Mercedes. She stepped into the car and they pulled off. Charles didn't say anything and neither did Sakura. Charles, naturally, knew what she was up to. But He hated Fujitaka Kinomoto more than anything else in the world, and it would serve him right if his daughter got to have a little fun for once. Charles pulled up to the dark garage.

"Thank you very much Charles, I will see you at home. Have a good evening." Sakura said as she shut the door. Charles smiled to himself as he pulled off. That girl was one of a kind.

Sakura hurried up to the side door of the garage. She tried the door and found it locked. She knocked and once again, the door was opened a fraction. Two pools of amber peered through the crack squinting. "If you're looking for work, I don't have to pay for sex, now get out of here." The face said.

Sakura glared at Syaoran. "I'm not here for 'work' thank you very much; I'm here for my car. Now let me in or I'll punch you again." Sakura said. Syaoran, the bastard, had mistaken her for a whore. She watched his eyes widen with recognition. She glared harder as his eyes traveled up and down her body. "Are you finished yet?" She asked, her voice dripping with contempt.

Syaoran's eyes snapped up to hers. "What ever happened to not letting the world know you don't have a penis?" he asked bluntly.

"Hey Syaoran, what's up?" came a voice from behind him. Sakura stood on tip toe to see Eriol over Syaoran's broad shoulders.

"This dick-wipe won't let me in to get my car." Sakura said. Eriol just laughed and Syaoran just glared, but he moved aside anyway. "Why are you guys so touchy about letting people in anyway?" she asked as she stepped inside. Her car was sitting in the center of the small garage looking as good as new. She strode towards it, her pink flip flops echoing across the floor.

"Uhm, Bob repairs street racer cars at all hours of the night, so you think he just let's everyone in?" Syaoran snorted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sakura merely snorted back as she inspected her car. Its glossy finish was as good as ever. Her dad wouldn't be able to notice a thing.

"What are you guys doing here?" Sakura mumbled, distracted as she petted her baby. Eriol laughed again... This chick was sure attached to her car.

"Bob had to go home. He asked Syaoran to stay here and wait for the 'dude' who owns this 'pimp ride' to come back and pay him. I think he also said you owe him an additional $1000 tip?" asked Eriol as he walked up beside her inspecting the car's behind. At least that's what it looked like to Sakura, who was wrapped up in her car. Eriol was looking at something else's behind. And that something was Sakura who was now bending down to check the bottom of her car. Syaoran stepped forward, glaring at Eriol.

"Don't worry about your car, Bob's the best. And he'd better be for what he charge. Let's hope you've got the money, it's 10 grand plus your $1000 tip." Syaoran said as he stared at her face for a reaction.

"Is cash okay?" was her only reply. She pulled a wad of $100 bills out of her pocket without even blinking an eye. Syaoran was shocked. What did this Saku chick do, rob banks or something? His thoughts were interrupted by Eriol's chuckling. Eriol was a happy person, but this was a bit much, he liked Saku. Not that he could blame her, she had great hair... and features... and not to mention her great...

"Cash is fine." Eriol was saying as Syaoran snapped back to reality. Sakura didn't get a chance to respond, because just then there was an irritated knocking coming from the side door. Eriol looked up curiously. "I'll get it." He said, heading over towards the door. He opened it a bit, but it was shoved open and in came the angry and bandaged face of Dave. As he stalked in, a group of burly men followed him. Sakura almost laughed. They all had bald heads.

"Where in the HELL is the little queer ass bitch that ran me off the road?" He shouted, as his gaze slipped over Sakura's parked car. Sakura was about to speak up, but Syaoran beat her to it.

"I haven't seen him. I came by to see Bob, and his car was already here." Dave seemed about to say something more when his gaze landed on Sakura.

"Who's the slut?" Sakura almost strode forward to kick the crap out of him, but Syaoran held her back. (Which was probably a good thing, seeing as Dave was about 5 times her size.)

"This 'slut' is my girlfriend, so back off." Syaoran said glaring. Sakura yet again was about to say something, but Syaoran glared at her.

Dave just snorted. "Well she's a pretty little thing, isn't she?" He said as he walked up to her with a walk that Sakura guessed was supposed to be sexy. He stopped right beside her and whispered in her ear. "Hey baby, why are you hanging out with a creep like him? My car is bigger than his, and I got the tools to go with it." Sakura wasn't stupid; she knew just what he was insinuating.

"Well, Dave is it? Last I heard, your car was crumpled up and broken. Totaled, if I recall correctly. So why would I want to take a ride in your...crippled...car?" Sakura asked innocently. On her other side, Syaoran was smirking. Dave merely growled.

"You're just a bitch." He smiled. A sick smile that said he was thinking dirty thoughts along with all the ways he could make her life a living hell. He turned back to Syaoran. "We'll be waiting until that little retard who ran me off the road comes back to get his car. Then we'll teach him a few 'rules of the road.'" He threatened as he cracked his knuckles. His minions with shaved heads laughed along with him. Syaoran nodded.

"Sure, well if you don't mind, I'm going to take my girlfriend home. I'll be back, and don't beat the guy up too bad." He said as he tugged on Sakura's hand. "Eriol, you stay here. Make sure you get the money before they kill him by accident." Eriol just gave him a look as Syaoran drug Sakura out the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sakura shrieked.

"If you just casually drove off in the car that ran Dave off the road, while he's standing there, practically drooling for blood, do really think you would get very far?"

"I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, but in case you hadn't noticed, it's a lot better if he didn't find out who ran him off the road. Right now he thinks you are just a piece of ass. Trust me, so long as he thinks you belong to me, that's a good thing. Just get in the car, I'll take you home and we'll worry about your car later." Sakura only growled as she wrenched open the door to Syaoran's car. Not only did she have to play Syaoran's bitch, but she had Dave out for her blood. And ass. Add that to the fact that she was heading home at 5 am with out her car, and you got deep shit. Sakura was waist deep, and she didn't know that she was about to get deeper.

Okay, so no cliff hanger this time, just an ominous ending.... wait, wait... (scary music cresendo) okay, we're good... :-D Anywho, I shall update as soon as possible, but it may be a few days because I might be gone for the weekend... :-( Anyway, I hope you like it, and hopefully the next chapter will have a little more excitment to it. I'll even try writing it all at once to see if it flows better. Anyway, THANK YOU AGAIN! (in the words of my dear friend Shauna) YOU ROCK MY WORLD! (And so Kara doesn't get jelous) I LUB WUB UBUB YOU! heehee.. okay, I'm good... until the next time folks....