I wasn't planning to continue this, but I did after reading the reviews. :) If you're worried about Tomoyo, don't worry, I have it all figured out.

ChapterTWO

Syaoran sat calmly in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, a cup of coffee at his side. He raised the mug to his mouth and took a big gulp when-

"Good morning!" Sakura chirped brightly.

Syaoran jumped in his seat, causing some of the coffee to spill. He cursed in annoyance as he took a few towels to wipe up the mess. Sakura watched him lazily, and laughed. "Never thought of you as the clumsy type."

Syaoran's eyebrow twitched in irritation, and he gritted his teeth.

Sakura helped herself to the eggs and bacon he had made, and sat down in front of him. He resumed reading the newspaper, but felt uncomfortable for a reason he couldn't fathom. He folded down a corner of his paper to find big emerald eyes staring straight at him.

"What?'

"What are you reading?"

"The newspaper!" he said, exasperated. Not only was the girl dumb, she appeared to be blind as well.

"I know that…"

"Then why are you asking me?" Syaoran exploded.

She shrugged and took a bite of her eggs. "I was just curious to what you were reading in the paper. Bit boring, don't you think? You seem very bland."

Syaoran wanted to ignore her, but his pride got the better of him. "Bland?"

"Yes, bland. You know, dull, boring, et cetera, et cetera."

"I know what bland means!"

"Then why are you asking me?" said Sakura sweetly.

Syaoran threw down his newspaper in frustration, and stomped out.

Sakura looked puzzled, but continued eating. "Gee, was it something I said?"

She cleared the plates and began to wash them, humming to herself.

"Don't bother doing those. There's a reason I have a housekeeper."

She turned around. "Oh, you're back. You seem to get angry easily," she said lightly.

He glared at her.

"See, you're doing it again. Maybe you should go for anger management. I know a great-"

Blah blah blah was all Syaoran heard. Come to think of it, her voice was pretty nice to listen to, it was just that her stupid words drowned it out.

"Shut up!" he shouted at her.

Sakura stopped her blabbing immediately and looked at him, wide-eyed and innocent. "See what I mean?"

Syaoran grabbed his newspaper and went to his study. He looked at the clock and groaned. 'Only three hundred thrity-six hours and fifty-four minutes until Tomoyo comes back.'

That thought didn't comfort him all that much. Sakura would still be here when Tomoyo came back. And Tomoyo…she was a good person, but he wished she wasn't in his life. Not as his fiancée anyways.

Tomoyo was one of the few people he could actually stand. One of the few people that didn't like him for his power, wealth, or status. But although she was caring, understanding, and beautiful, he didn't feel anything but friendship towards her.

If it wasn't for their parents…

But there was no point in thinking ifs… What was done was done. Syaoran doubt he would find someone more suitable to be his wife. Sure, he didn't love Tomoyo, but he could live with her, and that was more than he could say about all the other women he had met. Besides, he doubt he could find something he actually loved.

He felt guilty as he thought of Tomoyo's feelings. He knew he didn't love her…but he didn't exactly know how she felt. He remembered that night so long ago, when she looked up at him like a lost child without her parents, and whispered, "I love you." Seeing her like that, he didn't have the heart to tell her how he really felt. Instead, he put his arms around her and held her close, her head resting in the croak of his neck. And no matter how wrong he felt, Tomoyo pressed so close to him had felt so right…at that moment.

He got annoyed again as he thought of Sakura. He would like her if she didn't think it was her personal job to help him. He didn't need her help, or her telling him what to do. He was an independent person, and he liked to be alone.

He had been closed off to her as soon as he met her, but he was like that to everyone. He knew she was only trying to be nice, but what was the point? Soon, the wedding would be over and he would only see her occasionally, if at all. It's not like they would become friends of something. He didn't even want friends.

He thought back to what she said a few minutes earlier. Bland. Who did she think she was? Not like she was very interesting. Sure, she was decent enough to look at, but inside, she was empty. She was like a doll. Her words seemed like everyone had to be just like her. Like her idea of fun was the only way. He hated people like that.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in."

The door opened and Sakura appeared, holding a plate of grilled chicken.

"I brought you some lunch."

"Thanks." The chicken smelled heavenly. He hadn't realized so much time had passed between morning and afternoon.

Sakura stood, fidgeting "I'm really sorry about what I said this morning. I was only joking, you know. I don't really think you need anger management or that you're boring. I mean, I don't even know you, and who am I to judge? I'll stop bothering you, since you don't seem like you want to talk to me."

She sounded kind of sad, but her tone was hidden. A lot of people wouldn't have been able to detect it under of cheeriness.

"It's not that. It's just that I'm…not used to people."

She looked up, startled by his words. He was actually talking to her… Nothing big, but he talked to her without a frosty voice, or any trace of a sneer.

Syaoran watched as Sakura's whole face brightened. Sure didn't take a lot to make her happy…

He took a bite of his chicken, which tasted even better than it smelled. "This is really good," he said.

Maybe Sakura wasn't that bad. It seemed like she had read his mind while he was thinking all those things about her. Still, she had apologized. He couldn't believe he had given up a chance for her to leave him alone, and mentally groaned. What had he been thinking? Just because she sounded sad, which he wasn't even sure if she really was, he had to be all nice and felt a need to explain himself.

"Thanks."

'Hn."

"Why don't you talk?"

"Talk…?"

"Yeah, like you never talk to me…"

Syaoran raised his eyebrows. "Didn't I just explain?"

Sakura shrugged. "It's kind of lonely here."

He sighed. The girl was beginning to get on his nerves again. Why would she want to talk to him anyways? She could talk to the housekeeper or herself or anyone…just not him. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Something that interests you?"

Syaoran proceeded to say a lot, but she had no clue what was coming out of his mouth. Something about stocks and foreign exchange?

"I didn't understand a word you just said."

He smirked at her. "I didn't expect you to."

Sakura looked dumbfounded for a moment, then a smile stretched across her face. "You know, maybe, just maybe, these two weeks won't be that bad."