Watanuki was a very worried person.

Of course, it was natural for him to be worried. But a trip to Hollywood, the preparations needed for the upcoming movie, and the disappearance of his best friend, Syaoran, made things seem all the more impossible. If word got to the public that the ever-famous pop star Syaoran had gone missing, and on his watch, it would be his job on the line.

"Where is he?" shouted Watanuki, pacing around in circles with agitation. He ignored the fabulous hotel room he and his buddy stayed in, paid no attention to the velvet red curtains hanging from the clean glass windows, or the French-styled couches that sat proudly in the middle of the room. The rich creamy rug that carpeted the floor was also ignored- although tramped on- and the six suitcases that had carried all of Syaoran's clothes, favorite CD's, and other miscellaneous things were not even visible, as they were already unpacked and stored away in the closet.

The door to the hallway swung open, letting a dazed looking Syaoran stumble in.

"Where have you been?" demanded Watanuki. Syaoran's eyes flickered at him, then settled back to a dazed stare, walking over to the couch and setting himself down. Watanuki persisted.

"Well?" he asked.

"I have met an angel," whispered Syaoran. "The most beautiful girl in the world."

Watanuki was stunned. Usually Syaoran would brush off his question and coolly ask when the next rehearsal would be. But here he was now, watching the world with murky eyes. Watanuki worried over Syaoran's change, but the girl piqued his curiosity.

"What girl?" asked Watanuki.

Syaoran sighed. "Alas, I am but a poor, worthless soul, who had been denied the grace of this angel's name."

Watanuki frowned. "That's not like you," he commented. "You're hardly poetic."

Syaoran sighed dramatically and lapsed into a heartfelt silence. Watanuki waited another minute, then sighed exasperatedly and stepped into the bathroom. He returned with a wet towel.

SLAP!

"What was that for?" asked Syaoran indignantly. His face stung from the impact. The towel fell wetly on his lap.

"You have a rehearsal in an hour," said Watanuki. "We can't have you distracted."

Syaoran face fell. "You're right. I can't let a girl ruin my life." He sighed. "I'll probably never see her again anyways."

Watanuki felt a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushed it away. "Come on," he said. "Let's get ready."

"Right," said Syaoran.

oOo

Back at the alley, a thought occurred to Syaoran.

"Hey, where's Mokona?"

oOo

Heh. I forgot to include Mokona in the last three chapters. Supposedly the group would've notice its disappearance, but they didn't here. Sorry, my bad. Not one of my favorite characters, really. Anyways, once again, sorry for not updating quickly enough. And sorry for making this chapter so short (only one page on Microsoft!). Hopefully I'll update sooner!

-fishy