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Chaptire Two
By: Satomi-chan Beta-Editor: Chibi-Cookies

Syaoran's Point Of View
I woke up to a bit of a headache, that and a little bit of confusion of where I was. Oh right, Sakura's place. I shifted on the bed, wanting to sleep some more but there was something in my way.

"Good morning." Her cheerful voice shot through my ear. I looked up and saw her in the doorway, she was in the clothes I had changed her into last night as she leaned against the doorframe with a steaming mug in her hands.

"Morning." I mumbled back. Sorry if I come on too strongly, but I don't want anything to do with her. So last night, would be the last.

"Are you going to get up?" She asked in her little sincere voice. I continued to lie there and stare at her ceiling. I thought about it, I honestly just didn't want to move. Not until she was busy so I could slip out unnoticed. "No." grumbled out in response.

She motioned to come towards me, but instead leaned against the wall. It was obvious she was looking for conversation, and so… I am trapped. "Uh, listen Syaoran…" She looked down at fingers, which were tracing designs against the porcelain mug. "First of all… I-I just wanted to thank you."

"No problem." I lied bluntly, I guess she took it offensively because I saw her look up for the split second I said it with a hurt expression playing her features. I continued to stare at the ceiling hoping she would disappear like a hallucination, but I could still see her in view.

"Okay, umm…I'm also sorry to have troubled you like this." Sakura went on, struggling the words out. "And…I know we don't entirely get along, I just hoped that, after everything that's ever happened…I just want to come off on good terms as friends."

That was a slight shocker, I didn't answer her, and I didn't give any sign of the interest that I was feeling. She wanted to make amends, was that it? But, I guess that was the best she could do. It wasn't like we had a time machine to go back into the past and re-do everything. But what was she really now? And can we still be friends…when are past is standing behind us?

"You know…" She interrupted after waiting for the response I didn't give her. A faint smile was visible under the shadow of the light dancing across her face. "…I guess I'll tell you now, that I'm over it." My ears were open and the silence between us passed, draping everything in its wake. "But I never thought we'd meet again…" I heard her voice silently ruffle out.

"Neither did I." I blurted out, turning my head to her. She looked up at me again, and at that point we made eye contact. Sakura didn't turn away, but she continued to look at me with determination on her mind.

"Yeah…umm…it was different to see you. See how much we've grown." She smiled and laughed out a sad melody. Yeah really, how much we've grown apart. "It made me remember…just things in the past that made me like yo-"

"It's in the past." I cut her off. I knew she was going to confess her feeling for me of the past, but I didn't want to hear it, I just didn't need more shit to screw my life up. "We have to leave that behind to bring up a friendship. That is what you want, isn't it?"

She stopped reminiscing and nodded silently, a fold of hair brushing past her shoulder and enshrouding her face. It was silent once more until she stood up. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"I don't need-" I began to say throwing the blankets off me and swinging my legs over the side of the bed bed.

"I'm still in the process of paying you back for everything you did. So, I'm going to assume tea or coffee with some toast and eggs is good."

She was finally on her way out when she stopped in front of the open door and looked at me.

"Glass of water; in the kitchen. Tylenol; in the bathroom cupboard." She informed me before walking out finally.

I stood up stretching my arms out and ambled down the hall until I found her bathroom. I took a cold shower then grabbed the Tylenol bottle in the cupboard like she said, then made my way to her kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, toasting bread and pulling out a plate for me. I opened up the small container and shook out a pill.

By that time she had already gotten me out a glass of water and I thanked her for it.

"So…" I started sitting myself down after she gave me toast and eggs. "Don't you have work today?"

"Yeah…" She nodded washing her hands in the silverware sink. "I've been working my butt off especially this week." So that's why she was so tired and fainted on me; she was overworked.

"You're really kept yourself busy." I took a sip from the cup, sinking into the comforting feeling of control over my body. I could remember finding a few of Ari's magazines in her car. The woman that was supposedly rising to the top of the business, and had made it to a couple of Ari's favorite magazine covers, was downright gorgeous. She had long auburn hair and entrancing green eyes. But it wasn't until I saw the name of the model that I was shocked and found a bit of distaste in her. "I've seen you on some of the covers of magazines."

She looked at me surprised. I found it a little awkward after I said that, like I've gone into the adult part of Blockbuster and purchased something…that wasn't meant for little children. I felt like I was telling her: since you're totally hot and famous now, I'd definitely date you, and that my friend would merely tick me off as a jerk.

"Oh…umm…yeah." She said setting down her mug into the sink. She then ran her fingers nervously through her hair bringing it out of her face, and locking it behind her ears. "My agent has bee trying to keep me up on those, she wants me to stay fresh to the public."

"Well you seem to be doing that fine." I just had to compliment her. I didn't find my tone of voice and use of vocabulary very flattering though.

"Thanks." Sakura simply responded. How odd was it that she could understand and interpret it like that. I always found her to be a peculiar but interesting girl, I know that I really did have something for her, something that I buried and ignored as I put forth interest in the more popular girls, like Ari. That is what I am truly shameful for.

"I have to get ready." She said cutting through my pitying thoughts. She looked at the time in the microwave before clearing empty dishes; it was exactly 9: 37am.

"You're okay to leave, right? I'll lock the door after I'm done my shower." She stopped what she was doing and carefully looked at me, making fixed eye contact.

"Thank you for everything again."

"N-no problem." Why couldn't I face her now? The way she stood there… Why had my distaste to her change so quickly? Was it the way she looked at me? Her eyes, they were so innocent and naive, I couldn't help but think to back then…

She left me to take care of myself, I took hold of my glass like it was the only thing stable that could keep me from floating up into the air. I stared at its oddly delightful brown color. Although a glass of water has never really been looked at in a good way (or a bad one), I find its stillness to be calming and its unsaid loneliness made me feel comfortable.

After my eyes got sick of staring at the drained glass, they started to wander through her kitchen. What would you do with a kitchen like this with such a tight schedule? When did Sakura even have time to shop, much less cook?

Maybe her boyfriend cooks for her… scratch that. Boyfriends, she is a celebrity after all. I wonder what kind of guy she would go for anyway… No, no, no Syaoran! You've got Ari, a beautiful, smart woman that you're in love with…

Ari! Awe man, I better not say anything about this to her, who knows what she'll do, women can be very scary. On the bright side of things, that is if my life were some kind of sitcom, they'd have a fight over me…in bikinis…in the water. Man, that'd be a sight to see… but I shouldn't be thinking like I'm still in high school.

I stood up and washed my dishes convincing myself what a wonderful girlfriend I have. It wasn't until later on that I realized I was being stupid having to convince myself that way, Ari was mine and we'd forever be that way.

I went back into the guest room and made the bed that I slept in. I pulled on my jeans and made sure I had my stuff; my keys, my cell phone. That was when I had that urge. The awful need to use the washroom, badly. The problem was…Sakura was in there taking a shower.

This was treacherous having to wait, standing in front of the door moving ridiculously like a child doing the pee-pee dance.

Finally I heard the water being turned off. Yes! Freedom here I come!

Sooner than I thought, the door opened to her in a single towel wrapped around her soaking wet body. We were both surprised and I thanked God I didn't wet my pants right then and there. But still…

"Syaoran!" She screamed. "What are you still-"

She took a step back. One step! And she just happened to fall under the luck of clumsiness and land on the floor. Dear God, it's me, Syaoran… why… WHY do you insist on doing this to me?

Hold it in, hold it in. I focused hard on those three magical words as I carried her back to her bed at top speed. Sometimes I truly amaze myself.

After her body was safely on the bed, I rushed to the bathroom, closed the door and let it out.

Finally after washing my hands, I rushed to retrieve a cold pack. Dammit! Could she be any clumsier? After I found it I then rushed to her side – ummm… you know, to help her! Don't get any funny ideas!

I kneeled beside her bed and held the cold pack to her head in hope she would awaken. (I have a conscience.)

"Sakura…" I said trying to wake her. She needed to get up. How was I going to get out of here?

I looked down along her perfectly slender shaped body looking for any other injury. That towel was making me nervous. I took back to her face hoping to calm down my palpitating heart.

"Sakura." I said a bit firmer, so much for last night being the last time I help her. She began to stir a little.

"Sakura!" I hoped to get her up. Her eyes jolted open, she looked around her for a quick second before sitting up a little shocked, staring at me as she cowered away clenching onto her towel.

"Syaoran!" She gasped. "What are you-? How come-? What happened?"

I turned away not to look at her. I'm not sure who this was more embarrassing for- her or me?

"I had to use the bathroom, so I waited till you were done." I began to explain. I could hear her rummaging through her drawers for clothes. "But you came out not expecting me to be here still. So when you took a step back you slipped and fell, bumping your head a little and knocking you out."

"Oh my God!" I heard the drawer slam shut. "That's right! Now I remember. I'm so sorry! I am so sorry! Thank you, for like the millionth time!"

"It was no problem." I mumbled. "I just really needed to use the bathroom."

There was a spare bit of silence there. That's when I wondered… Why was I still here?

"Well, I'm off now." I tossed my hand in the air as a wave and walked out of the room with my back to her.

"Oh wait, Syaoran?" Not again, the last time she told me to wait, I ended up in this mess. I turned around curiously to look at her, still in her towel by the door.

"I owe you for everything you've done." She brought herself to say, although I know it was hard for her. "So if there is anything you ever need, money, connections…please ask me. Okay?"

"Yeah." I turned back and started at her door. "Bye."

And that was it I finally left. But I had this funny feeling I'd be there again.

Sakura's Point Of View
The door closed, he was gone. I continued to clench onto my towel as I slammed my back to the door and slid down the carpeted floor. I bathed in the silence, hearing the sound of my lonely breathing.

My mouth released a small twinge of a smile, and my eyes released the small amounts of tears trickling down my face. They were coming back; all that I've held back was breaking through. I wouldn't be able to get rid of those ghosts until I faced them (I hate ghosts!) But how, this heart aching feeling…how do I get rid of it? How do I get rid of my thoughts of him? I was living in my past again; images of a brown haired girl bickering with the boy that sat next to her filled my head cloudily, bringing pain to my heart, it made the tears fall faster, slithering down my pale skin, the smile on my face widen and the cry of pain become its painfully silent.

After awhile I finally got a hold of myself, I wiped away the tears, and picked myself up, all the while keeping on the sincere smile. That was the one thing I'd definitely keep, the rest were my pointless regrets that I needed to throw away.

I blow-dried my hair and brushed it out, pulling on my designer jeans and dress top. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and put on my favorite earrings with silver stars. I brushed my teeth while popping my cell, keys and wallet into my purse.

Then I quickly applied the usual light amount of make-up: eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick and lip liner. Trust me…that was light. A final sprits of Sakura Breeze (A perfume named for me!) and I was done.

I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse and I was rushing out the door on a Saturday afternoon for work. I got into my sleek red corvette, imported from the states, when my cell rang.

"Hey Tomoyo!" I greeted her. Don't ask questions… don't ask questions… please don't ask me questions!

"Sakura! Where'd you go last night? What happened with you and that cutie?" She just had to…

"Oh, he wasn't my type." I lied. Don't worry, I'll tell her later.

"Wasn't your type?" Tomoyo screeched, I knew this was coming; I rolled my eyes as I started the car. "What was wrong with him?"

"Alcoholic." I remembered Syaoran's little lie about only having one drink, being sober and being fine.

"And how do you know that after not even spending five minutes with him?" She pointed out. "Sakura! You honestly can't just live a single life like this! I'm afraid you'll go crazy!"

"Tomoyo, I'm fine. I don't really have much time for a guy anyway." I know she's looking out for me; she probably even just wants a guy around to protect me, but seriously, I can manage on my own. "Listen, I have to go to work, I'm running late. Let's meet for lunch later, okay?"

She agreed to leave me alone until then. Alone…

That's the status I thought I'd always really be at, no matter if I dated guys faking a smile, and some flirty charm.

I knew in reality, I was alone. That was, until he came along. Those memories came flooding back, and I'll have to use them as the company I have wanted for a long time.

Note: Yes, another chapter. And those of you who read my Bad Girl story... bwahaha! You can't flame me for not updating, and i just gave you closure on that 'entertaining' dance. Hehe... well hope you guys are having a good summer. Thanks