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A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! And For OOC. Out of Control? (Wonder when can you consider a fic an OOC one?) Thanks for everybody who told me that.

"Dialogues,"

Thoughts

New settings

Chapter 1: This Time Around

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March 14, Monday, 12:32 p.m.

Tomoeda Broadcasting Center (TBC) Production Office 4th Floor

"Here's the script Yamazaki-kun," Sakura handed a dark gray haired man with glasses a bundle of stapled papers. He was sitting in a blue revolving chair in a private office with pale blue wallpaper.

The man scanned the pages before turning to Sakura with a serious face.

"Is something wrong?" Sakura asked when the man stayed silent.

His glasses twinkled as a mischievous smile curled in his thin lips. Yamazaki laughed menacingly, leaning on the table.

Sakura, used to her so called boss' and friend's attitude simply smiled sheepishly as if she was the one being embarrassed with how he was acting. "I take it you liked what I did," she simply replied to the odd reaction.

"Liked it?" he echoed.

Sakura sweat dropped with a stammering chuckle. It was official, Yamazaki loved the work. And she was glad.

" I LOVED IT!" Yamazaki exclaimed the obvious. "This is a remarkable work yet again! You've never let me down Kinomoto-san," he flattered her even more.

Suddenly, the door banged open as an exhausted indigo haired girl entered the room.

"Here are my new sketches. You better give me a date for my fashion show or else I'm gonna strangle you!" the girl shouted though for a fact she was panting from all the running she did to get to the office.

"After I read Sakura's script Daidouji-san," Yamazaki told her playfully, which was responded with a loud growl from the amethyst eyed girl. "She did passed the script ahead. First come, first serve."

"Just… be sure you scan them over this time!" she shouted.

"I'm… going…" Sakura managed to sneak in between all the shouting before she started for the door. "See you later Tomoyo-chan."

"You!" Tomoyo shouted like a wild boar.

"H-Hai?" Sakura stammered as she slowly turned around with a huge sweat drop on her forehead. It was amazing how long she had Tomoyo as her best friend and yet she still stammers whenever she acts all angry and… wild.

"Let's go have lunch," Tomoyo replied, her face now calm and sweet as she grabbed Sakura's arm and led them both out.

"Be sure to be back before 2:30!" Yamazaki shouted after them, barely before the door completely closed.

"Whatever!" Tomoyo still manage to shout right back. "It's official, you are the best head and employee in this forsaken company!" she exclaimed as she and Sakura started to walk towards the elevator.

"No I'm not. You are," Sakura tried to pass the nice comments to her.

"Okay… we both are!" Tomoyo exclaimed, hitting the down button of the elevator.

Sakura simply chuckled. Tomoyo-chan's still the same… she thought blithely as she stared at her best friend who was laughing menacingly like she usually did. I wonder…

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March 14, Monday, 1:04 p.m.

Tomoeda Airport

"Okay, before anything else, what are we doing here again, Syaoran?" a red black haired girl asked the moment they got to of the airport. Her ruby eyes were tired and irritated and she was acting more like a child than a working 22 year old lady.

"Business Meiling," Syaoran replied cheerily. Unlike her, the chestnut brown haired gentleman was happy to be in Japan. He had been there before, actually studying and living there in his highschool years and couldn't be any happier he was back.

"And for how long will we be in this crappy place?" Meiling whined even more.

"For a year or two," Syaoran replied, his amber eyes still twinkling. "And it's not a crappy place."

Meiling simply sighed at her cousin's interest. It was obvious that the 23 year old man was excited to see the familiar places.

In a few seconds, their ride halted in front of them and they were glad, at least Syaoran was, to hop in.

"Let's have lunch," Syaoran suggested as soon as the last door closed.

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March 14, Monday, 1:11 p.m.

Oriental Chinese, Tomoeda Mall

"How did you know about this place?" Tomoyo asked as she forked in the last piece of dumpling and at the same time amazed of how good it tastes.

"Let's just say I go out too much," Sakura simply replied with a small smile.

"Go out too much?" Tomoyo echoed as if it wasn't obvious enough what she had said. "You mean sneak out too much! With Touya-san guarding you? I don't think you could even try without the sneaking," she pointed out with an irritating grin.

"Hey!" Sakura shouted as if offended. "It's not like it's my fault I have an overprotecting brother at 23!"

"You have a point there," Tomoyo said plainly before signaling the waiter for the bill.

Sakura chuckled as she sipped the last of her pineapple juice, happy of how wonderful her time with her best friend was turning out to be. When her father died when she was eighteen, and her mother when she was twenty, she had nothing else left but her brother. And yet Tomoyo never left me, she thought gratefully.

"C'mon," Tomoyo's voice broke her trail of thoughts as the amethyst eyed girl stood up with her black leather bag on her shoulders.

Sakura stood up as well, a smile on her face for her last thought, and followed her best friend out.

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March 14, Monday, 1:15 p.m.

Tomoeda Mall 2nd Floor Entrance

"Where do you wanna eat?" Syaoran asked Meiling as soon as numerous elegant looking restaurants welcomed them the moment they got it.

"Anywhere's fine," Meiling replied, still bummed by them being there.

"O-kay then," he replied with a smile.

They turned at a corner after refusing the series of fancy restaurants they passed by. Meiling moaned at her cousin's eagerness to find his so-called perfect choice of food to taste the delicacies of Japan the way he did many years back. Syaoran simply shrugged.

"Let's eat…" Syaoran, at last, was about to pick a place to eat when he was cut off by a cheery auburn haired girl with sad black eyes walking out of the nearest exit. Kinomoto Sakura? he asked himself, his heart beating faster. He then started to run towards the exit as well, leaving Meiling behind unconsciously.

"Syaoran!" Meiling shouted at instinct. "Where are you going!"

Syaoran did not bother to answer the question and headed straight to follow the girl. "Kinomoto!" he shouted as he turned to avoid collision with a tall, potted plant.

The girl with her companion entered a taxi, a little too early for Syaoran to catch up with them.

"Did you hear something?" the girl asked her companion after she entered and closed the door.

"Uh… nope," the other one replied before the cab went on its way.

Syaoran bumped into two walking teenage girls who whooned at the sound of his voice apologizing and at the sight of his handsome face, which made him later than he already was. He ran as fast as he could but the moment he got at the exact spot where the cab once was, it was already gone.

"Why did you run like that!" Meiling shouted behind him, her hands in her knees, panting. "Why did leave me alone!"

Syaoran remained silent, his brain desperately flashing the girl's face over and over again in his mind. Was it really her? he wondered to himself as he stared blankly at the empty space in front of him.

Meiling gathered all the strength left in her skinny body and shouted with all her might, "SYAORAN!" right in her cousin's face.

"God Meiling! What do you take me for? A deaf?" Syaoran complained, his hands over his ears as if it had just bursted at the sound of her voice.

"Well you weren't listening to me!" Meiling spat back.

"C'mon… let's go eat," Syaoran suggested as he started to walk back inside the mall.

"But you haven't answered me yet. Who were you running after?" Meiling repeated her question out of curiosity since he was already listening to her.

"Nothing. Let's go," Syaoran plainly told her, waving a hand for her to follow.

Meiling did not dare ask again, sensing that Syaoran doesn't want to talk about it and simply followed him in.

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March 14, Monday, 2:30 p.m.

TBC Conference Room 6th Floor

"Should we start?" Yamazaki suggested as soon as Tomoyo entered the room and took her seat.

"The center's president isn't here yet, sir," a girl with black hair answered politely.

"Ah yes…" Yamazaki muttered, his voice still a little loud to be heard.

A few minutes had passed and Sakura was already going impatient.

"You know what?" Sakura blurted, tapping the table to catch everybody's attention. "I think we should start now since our dear president isn't professional enough to make it on time. We shouldn't be waiting for a…"

"A what?" a voice came from the door as a chestnut brown haired executive entered.

Everyone was silenced and heads turned to the door. Some of the staff whooned silently at the sight of his built body that suited perfectly with his long-sleeved, white polo, and green neck tie that contrasted with his golden amber eyes.

"Good afternoon everyone, I'm Mr. Li Syaoran," he introduced himself as he walked towards his rightful seat at the end of at long conference table across Yamazaki.

Sakura looked down, partly from embarrassment and partly from shock at the sound of his new boss' name. Syaoran… the dreaded name played back in her mind. Shit…

Syaoran looked at Sakura who he heard last talking about him being late. He wouldn't sue her since he was late, but will probably will since he recognized her perfectly. Sakura… he thought mischievously. What a small country this is… Not to mention a nice 2 years.

Okay that was it. They meet again. Hope you still liked it though. I apologize for grammar mistakes and misspellings. Reviews please!