Housekeeping!

Hey guys, sup. I'm sorry it's been awhile, but school strted and I think I'm already about to die.. Anyway, this chapter is really short because I've had it most of the way done for awhile and I just needed to put the race in... But I decided to shove that into the next chapter because I might not be getting to it for awhile... :-D I have nearly 100 reviews, I'm so happy and I looooooove you all! Thank you and I hope you like this short chapter that is more of a precurser to the next...Now, on with the show!

Luvs, Da Mandolin!

"Fujitaka Kinomoto is in the hospital today after a gunshot wound to the shoulder. He was at a press conference being held to promote him in his campaign for ambassador." (Just so you know, I'm not exactly down with the politics, but I'm pretty sure that they don't have the people elect ambassadors.... But regardless, that's the only thing I could think of.) "He is currently being held in stable condition at Tikcho Hospital. That attempted assassin was apprehended at the seen of the crime and is awaiting trial. No one else was seriously injured in the gunfire, although Sakura..."

Sakura didn't want to hear it anymore. She switched off the television in her father's hospital room and readjusted her hold on her father's hand. Her left hand was bandaged to her elbow. She hadn't even noticed that there were bits of tile blasted into her skin until Syaoran had grabbed her arm and looked at it.

Syaoran. This was going to be difficult to explain. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do. Or what he was doing there. It would seem that he too was part of Japan's elite. Just then her father began to stir in his hospital bad. His eyes slowly opened and focused on his daughter. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Father, I'm so glad you're alright! You were shot, and they rushed you to the hos..." Sakura didn't get to finish, her father cut her off.

"Go and find me someone else, anyone else. Hm, your friend Tomoyo ought to do." Sakura bit back tears.

"Of course father." She reached to grab his hand but he pulled it away. Sakura spun around and quickly hurried out of the room. She trudged down the hall. She was still in her evening dress, although now it was splattered in blood. She carried her tall gold heels in her hand, and had her long fur coat that some one had brought her in slung across the other. She was shaking. The entire event had been too much. And now she had to send Tomoyo to "comfort" her father. She felt tears burning, but she abruptly stopped. She was stronger than this. Much stronger. She was no rich girl pansy. She'd already made a big enough fool out of herself. Bending down, she slipped her shoes back on, shrugged on her jacket, hiding the bloodstains and straightened her shoulders. She wouldn't let the world see her looking pale and helpless. She once again began her march back to the waiting room where Tomoyo was waiting, but she stopped when she spotted Syaoran leaning against the wall, watching her.

Syaoran watched Sakura walk down the hospital corridor with great interest. So, she was the daughter of Fujitaka Kinomoto. There was a surprise. He watched her as she came to a sudden halt. Within seconds she had composed herself and was ready to continue on her way when she spotted Syaoran.

Surprise, followed by fear, followed by anger flashed across her face before she covered it with a blank mask. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm the one who brought you here, if you remember correctly, Miss Kinomoto." Syaoran was impressed, Saku.... Sakura could hide her emotions well. But, he supposed that shouldn't really surprise him, I mean her father was Fujitaka, king of all deceivers.

"Well thank you, I suppose. But what are you still doing here?"

"Oh, I just like to hang out in hospitals. You know, I hope to get a peak at some dead old guy.... I don't know why, but they seem to excite me in ways I don't understand..." Sakura was giving Syaoran a strange look. "I was joking. God. I was just going to ask if you needed a ride home or anything. I mean, you did hurt your arm." Syaoran was trying to be nice, really he was. But he didn't know what was with Sakura. She seemed so... bitchy.

Sakura shook her head. "I'm fine thanks, and I think I'll go for a ride anyway."

"Oh? Where to?"

"None of your freaking business."

"Well, if none of my freaking business leads you up to the mountains, we're having a small impromptu race, if you were wanting to join us." Again, he didn't know why he was inviting her. He supposed it kind of slipped out. Or maybe he just wanted to whoop her ass again. Yeah, that must be it....

Sakura looked as though she were going to say yes, but in an instant the look left her face. "In case you hadn't noticed, my father just was the subject of an attempted assassination. I don't know what kind of son you are, but I'm not leaving his side."

"Uhm, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you walking away from his room?"

Sakura sniffed and glared at him. She abruptly pushed him aside and began walking again toward the waiting room. Then it hit him, he was such an idiot. "Don't worry Sakura... Or should I say Saku. I won't tell anyone who you are, if that's what you're worried about."

She turned around. For once she looked uncertain. "Really?"

"Hey, not everyone knows I hobnob with the likes of your father." If only Sakura knew who he really was and why exactly he was "hobnobbing with the likes of her father". She smiled slightly.

"Well maybe I'll show up after all, I mean I do still need to teach you a lesson in street racing." Syaoran grinned. Good. This is what he wanted.

"Well, I'll see you there then babe, bring it." Sakura raised her eyebrows, but grinned. She looked like a smile belonged across her face. It was a shame she didn't smile more often.

"Will do... Jackass." And she spun on her heel for the final time to tell Tomoyo her father wanted her and to get ready for tonight's race.

"Do you really think this was a good idea?" Eriol asked, as he watched Sakura pull up in her car. Moonlight glinted off of his glasses and navy blue hair.

"Probably not." Syaoran replied. "But we'll find out soon enough now, won't we?" He had told Eriol Sakura's little secret. He was his best friend in both worlds, and he figured her could trust him. And besides, Syaoran wasn't exactly blaring his identity to everyone either. He and Sakura were cut from the same cloth in a way. Shrugging he headed up to Sakura who was back in her racing garb. "Heya sweet cheeks, what's shaking?"

A smile passed across Sakura's face before she replied, "I don't know, why don't you try looking at the vibrator Eriol shoved up your ass?"

"Oh ho... That's dirty... Let's try and keep this PG-13, 'ight?"

"What, you afraid yo momma will come and put soap in your mouth? Frickin pansy." Syaoran just grinned. The girl had quite a mouth about her.

"Hey, you leave my momma out of this and I'll leave this outta yo momma." Syaoran said, motioning toward his downstairs.... (Heehee, downstairs.... Anyone see "Without a Paddle?")

"If you two could cut the "yo momma" jokes, we could get to racing, it's about to start." Eriol said, cutting in. The two were just too immature together. They both just looked at him and giggled. That's right, they BOTH giggled. Luckily, Syaoran caught himself and quickly turned it into a manly chuckle. Eriol just shook his head again. It was so very sad...

There was another bit of giggling going on across the street. Of course, these were for a bit of a different reason. Dave was dishing out some cash to the rat haired man. "Okay, Carl, you've done good. Why don't you stop by the club later on, there'll be chicks there... I'll buy you a drink."

"Hey, thanks Dave, man you're the best. And you're going to get that slut good too, I know you will..."

"Yeah sure, don't cream yourself, you have to finish the job first." And with that, Dave strolled cockily over to his new, lime green Cougar. It was, in his opinion, bitch'n.... The paint job had cost him a fortune, but it was his favorite color, so it was worth it... But back to the issue on hand... He glanced over towards Syaoran and who he now knew was Sakura Kinomoto. This was going to be fun. He'd take that hoe down. No one messed with him, especially not a chick...

Right, once again sorry it was short, the next one should be longer... And as you may be able to tell with my lame attempt at a cliff hanger, it should be pretty exciting.... :-D... Well, I'll try and make it exciting.. bah, okay, I'll just leave it... Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!

Ps: Do we think I should change the rating? I don't think it's too bad, but I don't wanna get in trouble or offend anyone....