Quite a few reviews have requested for Sakura to have a session of therapy so here it is! I like to call it 'Sakura's session: Syaoran's bad-yet-kind-of-successful use of reverse psychology'. I haven't really used RP much so the knowledge that I do have is probably the same as Syaoran's. This was a difficult chapter for me to write, I felt like this Syaoran was a really difficult person that just seems different from the nice pretty boy image I imagine. I really am biased towards Syaoran than Sakura in this fic. Things will get a little more light hearted n the next chapter. Promise.

I just want to ask how many more chapters you as the reader would like. I'm not quite sure when to end this so, I'm just asking for your opinion.

For an upcoming fic, I need to know whether you prefer Syaoran or Sakura as the clueless one. So just put your answer in a review or PM. Thank you.

Also, I really need a new beta reader so if anyone is interested or has time, just contact me.

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Therapy for the Therapist

By Louann1

Session 4: Honesty is Never the Best Policy

There are times when it is best to tell the truth. Lying can just lead to more lying, which can only mean a stain in a reputation. For Syaoran this stain was growing by the conversation as he was a terrible liar. It didn't matter which mode of communication he used. Letters, calls, texts, emails, messenger, face-to-face meetings, they were all filled up with lies but it was even worse when he was corresponding with Sakura. Of all of the people he was in contact with, she was the one who he wanted to impress the most. At first he thought that the little white lie would be alright, just enough to make him sound good but soon they were growing to the point that he had forgotten all his previous lies.

Sakura could tell he was lying. He tried almost too hard. Syaoran's face would turn red and he would squint in deep thought. Even though Syaoran lied, she didn't burst his bubble. Sakura didn't want to intrude on the secret world that he had made. If there were something that he didn't want to share with her then she wouldn't pry. Unless it was during one of his sessions.

There was one thing that played on Sakura's mind. It was what he had said their last meeting.

" I'm just trying to say that I wouldn't want you to think that I'm… With my patient. She just came onto me I swear! I don't want you to think of me like that. I'm not her boyfriend or anything."

What did he mean? Was he trying to say that he didn't like that girl or that he wasn't with a patient or that she didn't want to think of him as some professional that took advantage of his patients? The first couldn't be true. That lady was the same one that they had tricked in the restaurant. Syaoran had made it perfectly clear that he didn't want anything to do with that girl. So why did it pain her so? Why did she feel so hurt when she saw Syaoran being smothered in kisses by that pretty-in-a-dumb-blond-way girl?

Sakura was sat in the restaurant with her usual Caesar salad, waiting for Syaoran to arrive. She was a little earlier than their arranged time but she was bored at work since there wasn't anyone booked in. She sighed deeply and wondered what she was doing. Why was she playing with Syaoran? She felt really bad about it and yet she couldn't stop. There was something about being with him that seemed to make the rivalry between them all the more enjoyable. It didn't matter if she was beginning to like him as she had decided that there was no way that she would let her guard down.

" Hey," Syaoran greeted her with a cheeky smile. " Have you been waiting long?"

" No, not at all," Sakura replied as he sat down.

" Okay, if you say so," Syaoran looked at her salad.

" Fine, I've been here a while," Sakura rolled her eyes.

" Why did you want to meet here?" Syaoran asked politely.

" I don't know. I thought that it would be better than being cooped up in my office all day. You know how it is," Sakura bit a forkful of lettuce.

" I guess," Syaoran shrugged even though he knew exactly what she meant.

" Would you like to see the menu, sir?" A posh dressed waiter asked with a slight European accent.

" No thanks, I'll just have the soup of the day," Syaoran replied before the waiter strolled off in an unusual manner.

" Do you know what the soup of the day is?" Sakura raised an eyebrow.

" 'Course I do," Syaoran lied. He just didn't want to bother looking at strange words and making a fool out of himself when he said them wrong.

" Okay, if you say so," Sakura continued to chew threw her food.

Syaoran waited patiently for his soup to arrive and when it did, he understood Sakura's scepticism. The soup had an awful smell, fishy yet sickly sweet, it looked appalling, watery yet solid, and worse of all, it tasted disgusting. Syaoran forced it down.

" Syaoran? Are you okay?" Sakura was becoming concerned about him when he turned a funny shade of green.

" Yep, just fine," Syaoran replied in a strange raspy voice.

Syaoran took a long sip from his glass of water and out of the corner of his eye, he could see the expression that was spread across her face. It was a half-laughing half-something-he-hadn't-seen-before look. Syaoran had to admit, he had never seen her look that way at him and yet it was like he had seen it before. The last time he saw someone look at him like that he was scared out of his wits but somehow he didn't feel like that at all. He didn't feel like running a mile or making a quick escape to the restroom. After tinkering around a bit with his phone he decided to confront Sakura on her look.

" What's that look for?" Syaoran placed his glass down.

" Hmm? What look?" Sakura fiddled around with her salad satisfied that she had played with the dressing enough.

" That look…" Syaoran tried to describe it. " You know what I mean."

Sakura remained silent. She wasn't totally sure about what he was talking about.

" OK, don't tell me," Syaoran pouted a little and considered whether it would be better to order something else.

" Fine I won't," Sakura continued to finish off her meal.

" Good. I don't want to know," Syaoran looked down at her salad wondering if he should order it as well.

" Good. I don't want to tell you."

" Is that good?" Syaoran pointed at her almost clean plate.

" Fine," Sakura folded her arms. " Go change the subject."

" I did but I can change it back if you'd prefer," Syaoran clicked his fingers, ordering the waiter to take his order.

" There was no look so stop acting like there was," Sakura couldn't believe this cocky side of Syaoran.

" Look," Syaoran handed her his cell phone and as the waiter drew closer he made a new order.

Sakura opened the flip phone and looked down at the screen with disbelieving eyes. There in there on a 260k screen, taken by a 1.3MP camera was a picture of her. She zoomed into the image and saw that strange look on her face. She felt like an idiot for looking like that and an even bigger one for letting Syaoran take a photo of her. She thrusted the phone back into his hand and continued eating in an angry manner. Syaoran continued to order like there was nothing wrong with the fuming Sakura.

" I know what you're doing," Sakura finally broke the silence that had accumulated between them.

" Hmm?" Syaoran began to eat his meal that had just arrived.

" You're saying that you don't want to know, even thought you really do want to know, but I won't fall for your tricks!"

" Okay," Syaoran simply put. He munched through the lettuce first since all it was all practically water and if he were to eat it later it would only dilute the flavour of the already weak tasting dressing. " How can you eat this?"

" There you go again!" Sakura ranted on. " Change the subject why don't you?"

" I thought I just did," Syaoran stabbed at a salad leaf.

" What is with you today?" Sakura asked with gritted teeth. " Why are you acting like… Like-"

" Let's talk about something else," Syaoran tried to think of a new topic as Sakura simmered quietly opposite him.

Syaoran didn't like being a total jerk. It just wasn't him. Syaoran was always being called a 'nice guy' and he was just used to being a 'nice guy'. There's no other way to put it. Syaoran was a 'nice guy'. He was the kind of gentleman that would hold open doors, give back extra change and actually return library books on time. Because he was such a nice guy he couldn't keep up the 'I'm an annoying guy' routine for long.

" Okay, I'll admit, I have absolutely no idea," Syaoran confessed after seeing Sakura so fumed. He knew that he couldn't be a jerk any longer. " Honestly…."

" Honestly?" Sakura rose an eyebrow. " Syaoran, I know you. You have never been totally honest with me. If things are getting too weird for you then fine, we'll just go back to the way we used to be. I'm perfectly fine having you as a rival."

It hurt. To hear Sakura say that she would be fine with him as a rival was just as bad as her saying that she would be fine if he wasn't there at all and it hurt because he could never feel like that about her.

" You'll always be my friend, right?"

That was the question that she had asked him all those years ago and it pained him to think that she had forgotten his reply because when he said that he would, he meant it. He wanted to be her friend forever, cheesy enough, but he meant it because she was the only person that made him feel like himself. She was the only person who seemed to genuinely like him and that was comforting to know.

" Sakura…" Syaoran looked down. Right now he couldn't look at her. " I really wish that things were different. I just thought that maybe we could go back to the way that things used to be… When I was sure that I was someone you cared about. Earlier, I thought that we were OK. I guess I was wrong."

Sakura sat there as Syaoran left the restaurant. What had she done? All this time she was only acting harsh in order to keep a certain distance between them. She didn't want to get hurt by him again and yet she had done just that to him and she felt bad about it. That little feeling in the pit of her stomach twisted and consumed her and it grew into depression.

How long had she known Syaoran? Forever. Syaoran had always been there for her, whenever she was in trouble, or wanted to go out, or needed someone to talk to. When he wasn't there anymore she missed him so much. Everything she did reminded her of him because they had done everything together.

We were OK… Before I messed things up for us, Syaoran slumped over the table. It was then that she realised that she wanted everything that he did. She wanted things to be different, she wanted things how they used to be but most importantly, she wanted him to call her someone he cared about. Now, after forcing him to tell her the truth, she just found things worse than when he lied to her, proving that honesty (in this case) wasn't the best policy.