Chapter Two: China's Commander-in-Chief

Disclaimer: I'm getting paid $400 a month for being my dad's assistant and working with my mom
at the Dry Cleaner's. By the year 2018 I'll have enough money to be able to purchase CCS. Until then-I DO NOT own
CCS, nor do I own any other characters (from other anime/manga series') that I may add in to further the humor, not the plot.

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Dedicated to Mashimaro-San

"It's a good thing I got his cell phone number..." Sakura said as Tomoyo raided the gift shop.

"Sure," Eriol winked.

Sakura glared, but avoided addressing the comment. "Tomoyo, can you hurry?"

"No-check it out-the China's Commander-in-Chief is on some secret vacation so no one'll bother him. I bet he's dying to get away!" Tomoyo pointed at the local newspaper. "The picture's all blurry-"

Sakura and Eriol turned to the newspaper. A man, whose face was red in anger, was pushing cameras away from his face, hiding himself. It worked-Sakura couldn't see a thing.

Sakura, being her dense self, asked, "What and who is the Chinese Commander-in-Chief?"

"General of an army-Hello! Earth to Sakura! He has access to all the nuclear and destructive arms!" Eriol replied, "Such as men..."

Sakura narrowed her eyes, "How was I supposed to know!?"

"World Studies, you dunce. By the way, the current Commander-in-Chief is the Honourable Xiao Lang." Eriol said a-matter-of-factly.

"Right," Sakura rolled her eyes.

Tomoyo exited the small gift shop with a bag full of chewing gum.

"What's that for?" Sakura asked as they headed toward the board room meeting.

Tomoyo came up close to Sakura's face, "It's so you won't end up-" She boomed, "-YELLING ON THE PLANE 'CAUSE YOUR EARS ARE PLUGGED AND CRACKING!"

Sakura fell over in shock. Not of what Tomoyo had said, but at the volume of her saying it. People passing by stood, watching, with fear reflecting in their eyes. Sakura shrank at their looks and followed Tomoyo and Eriol onward.

They arrived at the board room...late. A few of the tourists coming along on the trip even gave the three disapproving looks.

Sakura slid, embarrassed, into one of the chairs at the huge rectangular table that people either sat around or stood around. Tomoyo and Eriol sat down the the two chairs beside her on her right.

"As I was saying-" one of the tour guides continued, "-We'll be staying at the Four Seasons in the city of arrival. You'll each be assigned to room mates. Because we have even amounts we've made sure that you share a room between four people. I'd like to remind you that there are two king-sized beds per room. Please-be-mature! There's plenty of room for two people to share a bed." The tour guide made sure to avoid eye contact with one of the tall men in the back. Sakura figured the man's height wasn't as bad as his width. Sakura suppressed the giggles threatening to erupt at any moment.

Sakura suddenly felt like she was being watched-no-eyed. She shot glances around the room, trying to avoid turning her neck too much, until she came upon another set of suspicious eyes. She scanned the onlooker curiously. He had amber eyes, chestnut brown hair, a slight build, cute glare and a look that said he hadn't seen the sunny side of things in years.

Sakura smiled sweetly and directly at the man. He tore his glare from her to the tour guide instead, stubbornly.

Peculiar, she thought.

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Peculiar enough to have to sit by him, she complained in her mind. Stiff as a board, he is.

"So," Sakura turned to the amber-eyed man ten minutes after their plane had taken off for Athens. "Are you traveling alone?"

"Does it look like I'm traveling with someone?" he asked coldly, reluctant to say anything at all. "I always travel alone."

Sakura ignored his coldness and began cheerily, "You know, you're real uptight. Maybe you should just relax."

"Relaxing is such a waste of time. I should be at work." he said sternly.

He was obviously forced onto this trip, just as Sakura had been at first. Sakura was glad she wasn't that dedicated to her studies and goals. She'd hate to be the grumpy man that sat before her now.

"O-kay?" Sakura replied, confused. "What's your name?"

"Xi-Li Syaoran."

"I'm Kinomoto Sakura," Sakura held out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

Syaoran glared at the hand extended toward him. He stared down the aisle, ignoring her hand.

Sakura took her hand back, upset. "Baka," she muttered to herself. A.N. "Idiot"

"Excuse me?" Syaoran turned to Sakura, glaring full blast.

"You're excused-hey! Don't stare at me!"

Syaoran had obviously not been dissed to his face in a very long time. He began to resemble an angry tomato, much like the Commander-in-Chief of China did on the cover of the newspaper, "Then stop bothering me!"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Uso!" Sakura yelled. A.N. "Liar!"

"I am not! You keep talking to me, asking stupid questions and calling me an idiot under your breath!" he answered, providing the evidence.

"Because it's friendly conversation and you're being a stupid, stiff board!"

"Calm down kids," Eriol leaned over Syaoran's seat. "People are getting scared."

"Hmph!" Sakura crossed her arms and stared out the window.

"Inpo," Syaoran whispered hoarsely. A.N. "Impotent!" He regretted it suddenly, but he would have to carry around the red hand mark on his face the whole day anyway.

"I'm so glad we finally get to rest!" Sakura exclaimed as she stumbled into the entrance of Four Seasons with Tomoyo, Eriol and the rest of the tourists.

Sakura groaned as she heard one of the female tour guides say something about staying in fours and picking up their keys when they had a group. She looked around to see everyone had either come in pairs or in fours already. They were doomed to be with Syaoran. She knew it. Sakura glanced at Syaoran, standing alone by a pillar and muttered to herself.

Tomoyo giggled, noticing Sakura's fury, "Looks like Li-san will be joining us."

Sakura slowed to Syaoran's pace as they walked down the hall to their room.

"Look, you can sleep on the be-"

Eriol tsked Sakura, "Be mature and share. After all, there's plenty of space!"

Sakura grumbled, thoroughly embarrassed, "Fine."

"Shut up!" Sakura said for the hundredth time to Syaoran as she ironed her clothing for the next day's tour around the old buildings. "I am so not annoying!"

Ugh, she thought. Why am I here!?

"See! It's even more annoying when you complain!" Syaoran pointed out.

Sakura put down the iron and jumped on Syaoran, ready to pound him to a bloody pulp. She couldn't help but notice that he was stronger than he looked-and skilled. He used strange techniques on her, but she ended up winning anyways because she kneed him in the groin.

"Serves you right! Picking on sweet girls like me!" She declared.

"Sweet!?" He snorted, "More like evil!...and STUPID!"

Sakura pushed him off the bed and stomped on his foot, pounding away towards the bathroom. "Tomoyo, Eriol? When are ou guys gonna be done with the bathroom!?"

"Nasty to think what's going on inside."

"Ugh! Shut up you pervert!" Sakura threw her tank at his face.

Syaoran held the tank, by the straps, between his pointer fingers and thumbs. "Your clothes touched me! Disgusting!"

Sakura grabbed her tank back, angrily, "I don't have germs or cooties..."

Syaoran laughed for the first time in front of Sakura, "Listening to your voice is worse than any germs or cooties even a cow could produce!"

"I happen to be a singer!" Sakura said indignantly.

"How come I haven't heard of you?"

"I haven't started recording yet. I get to record when we go to Milan. The editing is going to take place in London." Sakura replied cockily.

"Ha! Working while you're on vacation!?"

Sakura, annoyed past her limit, closed her eyes, sighed shakily and shook her head. "Why are you still talking to me?"

Syaoran smirked, "It annoys you, doesn't it?"

Sakura nodded, stiffly.

Syaoran's face suddenly went from a giddy I'm-glad-you-hate-me to an emotionless and unreadable expression. "Now you know how I feel."

Sakura pounced on him yet again. She claimed victory over the struggle for dominance in strength for a second time. Victorious and unbeaten, Sakura stumbled off of the bed, satisfied.

Syaoran woke up in the morning to find his bed empty. He heard someone breathing hard and for a second thought that perhaps Tomoyo and Eriol weren't just an innocent couple. He soon realized his mistake though, and glanced toward the foot of the bed.

It was Sakura's doing. She was practicing martial arts or, what Syaoran thought were, various scattered techniques. She would go from Karate to Tae Kwon Doe and to even Kung Fu. What was this girl!?

That was when Syaoran noticed that she no longer wore an extra large tee. She was wearing a spandex top which ended right under her breasts and then there were the spandex shorts, which reminded Syaoran of his high school gym teacher. He shuddered. Frankly, Syaoran thought that the top looked like a sports bra and the shorts looked like another type of underwear. In his eyes, she was naked.

Sweat was dripping down Sakura's lean body as she worked herself. She felt suddenly giddy and decided to switch to gymnastics.

Syaoran was silent as Sakura did two cartwheels, a forwards flip, a backwards flip and a twirl in the air just before she landed. She was a machine. She just kept going!

"It's amazing how big these rooms are, ne?" Eriol whispered from his bed. He appeared to be asleep, but Syaoran knew he was wide awake.

Syaoran nodded when he was sure Eriol was looking at him. Tomoyo was waking up. It was funny and strange at the same time how Sakura couldn't notice these things. Even if it was a small thing-it was still something. She was obviously dense. That and the fact that she seemed to be in her own little world when she was so determined and focused.

Tomoyo clapped appraisingly as Sakura did a flip near the bed that she had shared with Syaoran.

"Huh!?" she stumbled.

Syaoran, as quick as he was, jumped to her rescue. She landed in his arms with a thud, aware that she had only hit her head slightly and had not slammed it against the wall.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sakura!" Tomoyo also jumped out of bed to help Sakura up, wondering how Sakura could've stumbled in mid-air. Eriol got caught up in the blankets as he grabbed his glasses from the bed side table and rushed over to aid Sakura as well.

Sakura pushed herself off of Syaoran's chest, groggily. She looked up at his face, dizzily, like a small baby learning how to walk. "Uh, th-thank you." She grabbed her head as she stumbled for words. It was hurting. Sakura felt two people grab both of her arms and pull her off of Syaoran.

Sakura rubbed her head, where she knew a bump would be in a few hours' time. Sakura looked at her hand, blood was smeared all over it. Her head was bleeding.

Syaoran rushed over, "Let me see that."

"Ew-Li-you're bleeding too." Sakura pointed out.

Just before Syaoran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth away with the back of his hand, a little droplet splattered ever so lightly onto Sakura's own wound. "Mine's not as serious as yours."

Eriol looked at Sakura's wound as well, "It's not as bad as it would've been if you hadn't done that awesome move, Syaoran. You dived at least eight metres out of bed, without touching the ground one, and managed to catch Sakura mid-air." Eriol punched Syaoran's arm playfully.

Sakura pushed everyone out of her hair, "I'm fine!"

"Maybe you shouldn't go on the tour to-" Eriol began.

"I'm not letting you get rid of me that easy buster!" Sakura smirked, as if she had caught Eriol in one of "his acts" to get rid of her.

"Uh, guys...if we're gonna go, we'd better go now. Or we'll have to settle being too late to go." Tomoyo pointed at the clock on the bedside table between both of the huge, unmade beds.

"It's already nine o'clock!?" Sakura yelled. She ran immediately to the bathroom, taking no notice of her recently exposed and received wound.

"Tardiness seems to spread from her like a disease or virus..." Eriol commented.

"It's beautiful!" Sakura admired. The ruins of Athena were truly a spectacular sight. In fact, they were so spectacular that she and Syaoran actually got along on the trip.

Sakura took her pictures carefully, "Tomoyo-you better take the camera. I think my fingers are blocking all the pictures I took."

"Alright-as long as we get a group pic first." Tomoyo bargained.

"But how will you-"

"My camera has a timer. Hold on." Tomoyo pulled out a tripod from out of no where.

Sakura sweat dropped, "Right...trust her to be handy and equipped with this sort of stuff."

"Okay everyone...our little room mates group picture!" Tomoyo announced, receiving groans from Syaoran and Sakura. "Oh come one you two-honestly. Okay-Eriol you stand over here." Tomoyo began, "And Sakura, you'll look good kneeling diagonally from him-in the front. Where's Syaoran? Syaoran!" Tomoyo grabbed him by the ear before he could get away. "You're kneeling in front of Eriol, right beside your dear girlfriend Sakura."

"She's not my-"

"Whatever," Tomoyo stood back to look at her work.

Sakura sweat dropped, "Is this necessary?"

"Absolu-" Tomoyo began. "Sakura! Syaoran! Closer...now!" she scolded. "Perfect...now angle yourselves so that you're kind of facing each other, but looking at the camera. There-" Tomoyo moved toward her tripod camera and pushed the timer button. She rushed over to the group to stand beside Eriol. She grabbed his hands in hers lovingly and muttered, "Three...two...one-smile!"

"What a crazy day!" Sakura commented as the tourists gathered in the lobby of the Four Seasons, yet again.

"As you know, we're spending five days in each city," one tour guide, by the name of Sachiko, began to say. "The first day of the tour in the cities we will visit will consist of looking back at the city's history from the present's eyes. The second day is, of course, the exploration of the modern part of the city and its economy. We'll probably end up touring museums, universities, and the malls or marketplaces-if we find the time to." Sachiko smiled at a girl who began squealing at the word 'mall'. Sachiko cleared her throat, "Anyway, the third day consists of exploring the language and culture of the particular country the city is situated in. I've got to admit that it may be the best part of the tour." Sachiko winked at Sakura, who seemed excited by the idea of exploring another country's culture and language.

Another tour guide stepped up. He was male.

"I'm Masuyo and I'll be sort of the health inspector and security guard-type of guide." he began. "The fourth day will always be a free day for you folks. For those of you that wish to go out and party or the like, there is a curfew. I want all of you back in the Four Seasons hotel by 11:30 p.m. I know that when you signed the papers for this trip it said we were not responsible if you got lost, but we'd like to keep an eye on you guys anyway. I expect you wouldn't want to be stuck in Athens while we're in Zurich or something."

Everyone laughed, bit nervously of the thought of it happening, but it seemed to ease the tension anyway.

Sachiko continued, "The last day is a day that we have left for you to dedicate yourselves to packing-I hope. This is the day you should get rest as well as ready to go, because that very same night we'll leave the country for our next destination." There was a bit of an uproar or murmur at this, across the room. Sachiko was good at ignoring this sort of thing and continued her point, "Be wary that food, gifts and clothing prices will not be covered in the total fee of this tour. The only food that will be bought and paid for is from the hotel or plane."

The well-built man standing at the side stepped up now, "For those individuals that need something more organized and active to do on your free days in whichever designated area we may be in, we are offering athletic programs. In Athens we will focus on track and field games." Sachiko coughed unnecessarily.

Sakura realized why two seconds after. It seemed that this handsome man was hitting on her by...touching her. Sakura stifled a well-deserved giggle, her eyes watering.

He continued, "In Milan we'll be into hardcore cross country. Davos-ah Davos! Yes, that is a trip dedicated solely to skiing. Oh-and Paris! It's not only dedicated to Disneyland, but even a bit of dancing lessons. So sign up all you couples! Berlin-we'll most likely go backpacking or hiking around their natural wooded areas. In London we won't have time to do much, but for those of you that are desperate for some action, I've reserved a field for soccer." This perverted tour guide paused to catch his breath, getting caught up in the excitement of what was in the near future and the fact that Sachiko was responding to his constant attempts. What he didn't realize was that she was responding negatively. "And lastly, there's Dublin! I was thinking it would be great to explore rural areas and maybe learn how to ride a horse. Maybe we can even have horse races if we master the art of horse-back riding."

This man was too athletic, Sakura decided.

"Whoever feels their up for one of these, two of these, all of these-how many ever! Sign up on this sheet," he waved a sign up-sheet at them.

Sakura, as well as some others, raced up to other side of the lobby, where the perverted tour guide and Sachiko were standing.

"Sakura!" Tomoyo called, "Don't sign up for London! We have to go shopping!"

Sakura rolled her eyes, as she glanced down at the sign up sheet. "Hm, Athens." Sakura signed under it. She signed the list under that as well, "Davos..." Then she signed up for Paris, Berlin and Dublin while she was at it. Sakura called back to Tomoyo, "Want me to sign you and Eriol up for anything!?"

Tomoyo paused and nodded, "Davos and Paris!"

Sakura did so and handed the pen to-Syaoran. Sakura tried her best to stay pleasant and smiled, "Which ones are you going to?"

Syaoran snatched the pen from her hand, "All of them."

"You're not gonna shop with us in London then?" Sakura gave him a fake frown, and a bit of what she thought was a convincing pout.

Syaoran, knowing his sister's fake pouts well enough, stomped off grumpily, "Right!"

"Hey, pretty harsh..." the well-built, perverted tour guide commented and then looked down at the sheet. "Everywhere except London eh...er..Sakura? You seem quite the active cutie."

Sakura blushed, "Yup."

Tomoyo joined Sakura as the crowd was dispersing. "Yeah, she even hurt her head doing gymnastics this morning in our room."

Eriol, who had branched off from another crowd had joined them as well and laughed, "Not to mention she was doing Kung Fu, Karate, Tae Kwon Doe, and who knows what else!"

The tour guide laughed, "Don't let Masuyo know that-he'll find some way to ban sports and will probably blow a gasket or two!" The tour guide held out his hand to shake with Sakura's. There was a scar right in the middle. It seemed that something else should have been there in place of the scar, but Sakura ignored it and shook his hand back. "I'm Miroku."

Sakura felt the scar rub against the soft of her palm. She shuddered. "Sakura..."

"I know-beautiful name, by the way. As are your eyes!" Miroku commented, shamelessly. "Would you care to join me for dinner?" He asked it quite bluntly.

"I-I-" Sakura blushed even redder than she had when she had first kissed a boy. "Okay."

Tomoyo giggled and dragged Eriol away from the two of them.

"I'll pick you up at your door at 9:30," Miroku suggested.

"Okay..." Sakura was left speechless, as Miroku joined the other tour guides. Sakura stumbled to her room, unaware of where she was going or what she was going to wear. Sakura decided then and there that she would never hear the end of it if she even attempted to ask Tomoyo if she could wear one of her many wacky and pretty costumes for these type of occasions.

"This looks so kawaii!" Tomoyo exclaimed.

Sakura snorted, "I look like a slut."

"Got that right," Syaoran added, staring at his book, long and hard.

"Who asked you!?" Sakura yelled.

He shrugged, "Just stating the truth as the unbiased eye would see it."

Sakura looked down at the plain, black seductive dress. It had just one wavy strap and the dress ended a few inches above her knees. The dress also had a built-in bra that made Sakura look like she had a lot of cleavage.

Sakura frowned at Syaoran, "I think I'll go with this dress. Anything he doesn't like must look good on me."

Tomoyo beamed, "That's the spirit Sakura!"

Sakura jumped when the door rattled as a person knocked. She turned to Syaoran to say one last thing, "By the way, you're reading your book upside down."

Syaoran blushed and stared harder still at his book, denying he ever heard her.

"You better go!" Tomoyo pushed Sakura towards the door.

Sakura grabbed a shawl and swung it over her shoulders. "Here I go," she breathed. She opened the door to find Miroku standing in an attractively casual pose, in a suit, holding a bouquet of roses. He looked incredibly handsome.

Miroku handed Sakura the roses and kissed her cheek. He then hooked his arm with hers, "Shall we go?"

Sakura nodded sweetly.

Syaoran shuddered. He had a bad feeling about that guy.

"The food was great," Sakura noted uneasily.

Miroku nodded, "So-are you from Japan?"

Sakura grinned, "Of course-doesn't my name make it obvious? I live in Tomoeda. Tomoyo made me come-" Sakura explained. "She says I don't get vacations like this very often."

Miroku signed the bill and got up, "How about we take a walk?"

"Sure..." Sakura followed him out of the restaurant. They walked, silently, side-by-side, along the road.

"You know, I really want to ask you something."

"What is it?" Sakura asked.

Miroku stopped and grabbed Sakura's hands in his own, "Will you, Sakura, bear my child?"

Sakura sweat dropped, bet her reply could not be heard over the shouting.

"You idiot!" Syaoran yelled. "What kind of a messed up, selfish pervert are you!?" He kicked Miroku in the knee.

"Huh?" Sakura was lost, "Where did you come from?"

"From behind that building, "Syaoran gestured with his eyes.

"Hey! Ow..." Miroku fell to the ground.

Syaoran aimed a punch, but Sakura stood in front of Miroku, her arms outstretched. "Stop it!" She knelt over to help Miroku up. She suddenly felt someone rubbing her behind. Sakura, following her girlish-instincts, slapped Miroku and walked away from him, upset.

"Stupid, horny bast-" She grumbled, cut off by Syaoran's roars.

"I told you!" Syaoran walked with her, back to the hotel.

"What would you care!? You were just trying to ruin it for me-following me around like that! What is your problem!?" Sakura yelled at Syaoran.

Syaoran stopped in his tracks, "If it wasn't for me, that pervert would have taken advantage of you!"

"I would've been fine on my own!" she screamed.

"Fine! Whatever! See if I care! I won't help you again!"

"You never did!" Sakura whipped off her shoes and held them in her hands as she ran to the hotel, across the street, upset.

"Watch out!" Syaoran jumped and pushed her aside. The truck stopped just in time. He helped Sakura up. "Don't run across the road like that!"

Sakura was in tears, "It's-it's -all-all-" she sniffled, "-mm-y fault! Why-do I always attract men--like th-that st-stupid-d M-Miroku!?"

Syaoran felt a sudden thud against his chest. Sakura cried softly into his chest.

He sighed, knowing that he could never think of being angry with her at this time. It wasn't right. He held her into his chest and led her through to the hotel lobby, where he made sure she was safe with him.

A.N.: Is that the start of something!?!? wink wink Meh-not yet. Trust a soft-hearted Syaoran and very emotional Sakura to somehow end up a couple. Anyway, if you haven't already guessed, Miroku is a character from Inuyasha I decided to use, because it's just so. FUN! Besides, what good is a story without comical relief---somehow? He may have started a bit of an uproar of emotions, but he's still funny!!!

Okay, so it's taken me over two months to update! Sorry people...or person...lol. I don't think many people read this fanfic...meh. Just enjoy. You're in for a hell of a "soap operaish" the supernatural romance thing going on. I dunno...it'll work out somehow.

OC (OlwenCheesecake)

Cuz it's yummy.