A/n: Hey guys, it's me again! Yes, I can now honestly say that I will be able to try and upload every week. Sorry, for the two day late upload for this chapter, I was in a horrible writer's block and my artist's block went away, so I decided to go back to sketching, and then try to think of what to type for this chapter while doing so. Sorry!

I do hope you guys watch out for the updates, which I'm planning to do every 7-9 days apart. Anyway, I hope that you guys enjoyed the first four chapters; and here goes chapter five. xD.

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Strictly Professional

Chapter V:

A Heart for Everything

Sakura stared up at the ceiling, trying to avoid the glaring lights which were directly above her; deep in thought as two ladies applied a heavy amount of eyeliner, mascara, and a few tints of eye shadow on her already exhausted looking eyes. It was ten-twenty-two in the evening, and she was still in the studio getting pampered with makeup. Not that she liked being pampered with makeup, in fact she hated it. Also, this other lady who was fixing, in other words harshly tugging, on her hair was really pissing her off. She did have hair, which was attached to her scalp! What was she trying to do, make her go bald?

God. Sakura thought annoyed, as her head was jerked back by the harsh pull on her hair. Just because she's wearing a wig doesn't mean I am too!

This was probably the only thing keeping her awake, the constant pulling on her hair. She was so tired that she was sure that if she got home, she was ready to collapse on the bed and just doze off to sleep. She was probably going to have dreams about being hairless or having bald spots, or being turned into a posing statue with an angle of an almost deformed neck and back, or having to look at the mirror and seeing that you have no eyes except running, dark eye makeup. Yes, those were probably the dreams she was going to have, in the few hours of sleep she'll be getting tonight. Those were the dreams her evil manager made her have.

For the past two weeks, ever since her manager had changed, Sakura's schedule had worsened day after day. Two weeks ago she had to be at work by nine, now she had to be there an hour and a half earlier. She was already having problems waking up in the morning; and being at work thirty minutes after the original time that she was used to wake up two weeks ago, is just immoral. Every minute, even second, she's late; her vile manager takes it away from her lunch. Her lunch was already shortened from her full meal forty-minute lunch, to a ten minute snack, and taking off even seconds from it was a valuable thing. What did Li think she was, anorexic? Not every damn model there is anorexic or bulimic, and DMO made sure all their models had proper diets and did not smoke just to lose weight. There was a strict no smoking policy in the company, if you smoke, you're fired, and that's that. Oh, how she hoped to god he smoked.

Her photo shoots which had a limit of about three to five in a day, was now six to nine in one day. Each photo shoot lasted for only a short one hour, and about three hundred pictures are taken for each. The photographers always tell her to do this pose, and that pose. Sometimes she thought her body would break if she did certain poses they asked her to do. It wasn't like she can do five different poses in one second. Besides, can't they give her eyes a break from all those blinding camera flashes? She was pretty sure she was starting to see pretty, colorful, floating dots, after each flash.

Another thing was, she was going to so many different meetings, that she can't even remember how many meetings she's been to in the last two weeks. Sometimes, her brain couldn't even register what they were talking about anymore. She was mixing up the topics of meeting, after meeting. She was sure that her manager thought of her as many different things, just like a computer with an Intelligence Quotient that's beyond all the others. Sorry if her gigabytes were not enough, but if she was a computer, she knew her hard drive would go on overload. She was a simple human being too, with a brain that can only hold a limited amount of information per day!

If she used to work for eleven hours before, with longer time to prepare for photo shoots, meetings, eat lunch, and with enough time to breathe; now she started working from seven-thirty in the morning to as late as twelve midnight. She barely had time to visit her own room to get some things before going to another photo shoot. She didn't even have enough time to sleep. She was supposed to have eight hours of sleep, and now she only got six, sometimes less because of all those nightmares. What did he want her to look like in the morning, a model with a grace of a wandering zombie? How attractive.

She disliked her new manager to the point that she even considered changing professions once. A kindergarten teacher would be fine; she did like children. However, Sakura loved her job too much, and she was really attached to it. Having to quit would kill her; she could not let a simple asshole of a manager stop her from doing her job. She will prove to anyone that she can do this job! Tomoyo even mentioned that she was a workaholic, that she always took over-times which were unnecessary, and now, she was forced to go to work on such a great amount of hours. She was forced to, and as much as she loved her job she had to admit that it greatly infuriated her.

There was one term for it all, torture.

"Kinomoto-sama," a lady with glowing orange eyes called her cheerfully, standing beside the lady who was harshly pulling on her hair.

"Hatomi-chan, I've known you for so long now," Sakura stated casually, looking at the girl through the mirror. She was done looking up, since the two girls putting eye makeup on her now moved to putting layers and layers of foundation and concealer on her face, not that she needed or liked it.

"Why do you still insist on calling me Kinomoto-sama?" Sakura stated, closing her eyes as they put the concealer, dangerously near it. She could swear they were about to poke her eyes, and literally plan to make her go blind. Either that or they just really have bad aim. "Sakura-chan is fine." Sakura smiled, slightly opening one eye just to make sure that it was a concealer-free area.

"I don't know," Hatomi stated, shrugging her shoulders. "Sakura-chan then," Hatomi grinned.

Sakura stared at the adorable lady's great enthusiasm, as if she was the only person left in this building that still had enough energy to grin widely and cheerfully. She envied her energy.

"Your smile is so pretty," Sakura stated, smiling back at her as they applied lip gloss on her already naturally pink lips. "You should audition for being a model; I think you'll make it!" Sakura stated smiling as merrily as she can at that moment.

"Uh," Hatomi blushed, raising her clipboard up to cover her cheeks.

Sakura giggled, "I'd love to work with you!" She clasped her hands together. "So, what were you going to say?" Sakura questioned the twenty year-old, as she tried to yank her head back from the lady who was still fixing her hair.

"Uh, we start in three," Hatomi stated, placing the clipboard back down as she glanced at her watch. "Also, Mr. Li wanted me to give you your schedule for tomorrow."

"Ugh, why won't Li do this just by himself?" Sakura questioned, as she rolled her eyes. "Does he seriously have to drag innocent people to do his dirty job for him?"

As far as she was concerned, she and her strict manager rarely saw each other ever since they started working together. Not that she complained or anything, in fact she liked not having any sightings of him. It's just that, she felt real pity for the people who had to be ordered around by him. She couldn't even stand being bossed around by Li, what about all the other people?

The one thing that shocked her when she first started working for him and Li Designs, was the fact that Li, Syaoran was such a strict guy. When she had seen him outside of work, he seemed to be the total opposite. He was unusually casual and liked to smirk a lot; and not to mention, enjoyed making sarcastic comments; which annoyed her even more. Now that she knew him a little more at work, she knew how much of an authoritarian he was. She's never seen him in any meetings, or anywhere else. She just got short and precise messages from other people which came from Li. She only talked to him once on the phone, and it was on Tuesday, the first day that they were considered co-workers. She was quite shocked to hear his business-like voice on the phone, much like the time when they had that meeting, two weeks ago.

"Yup," Hatomi stated, pushing a strand of burgundy-coloured hair behind her ear. "I don't mind, Mr. Li seems like a nice guy."

"NICE?" Sakura questioned, appalled.

"Yeah," Hatomi said.

"Oh no," Sakura said, shaking her head. "He's poisoned your brains!"

Hatomi simply laughed at Sakura as she handed her a sheet of white paper with a printed out schedule. Sakura looked at it, her eyes widening in shock.

"Hatomi…" Sakura's voice faded as she looked up at the girl through the mirror.

Hatomi simply giggled and nodded. "Mr. Li also wanted to say that 'no, tell her that's the right schedule," Hatomi mimicked Li's deep voice. "Yup, that's what he said."

Sakura almost choked at the time that was revealed on the paper. Her emerald eyes widened in horror and shock for it read…

"Five-thirty!"

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"Yup," Meilin nodded as one of the clothes organizer asked her a question about where that dress should be. "It would be fine just there."

Her ruby eyes scanned through the rushing people as they all fussed around, running with cups of coffees, sheets of papers, and whatever they can get on their hands. It was early in the morning, five-o-two to be exact, and all the people were already running about enthusiastically.

"Meilin," a tired voice greeted her from behind.

"Syao-" Meilin stopped half way to saying his name as she stared up at him in horror. "-ran?"

Li, Syaoran looked like a dead corpse, slouched with a briefcase in his hand. His button up shirt was disheveled and his hair messier than usual. His amber eyes half closed as he stared down at her.

"What happened to you?" she questioned as she took a step back to be able to fully get a good view of her dead looking cousin. She almost cleared her throat, trying to stop herself from laughing and grinning maniacally at Syaoran's expression.

"Don't ask," Syaoran stated, grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards the coffee maker. "Must get coffee," Syaoran muttered as the two went over to the table full of food and drinks.

"Let me guess," Meilin stated as she grabbed a bagel and stuffed it with cream cheese. "Didn't get enough sleep," Meilin snickered. "I wonder why?"

Syaoran simply ignored her and shakily grabbed himself a paper cup, almost knocking out the rest of the cups. Meilin caught them and grabbed the cup from Syaoran's hand. She shook her head and dragged him over to an empty seat next to a small side table.

"Sit," Meilin ordered. "I'll go get your coffee."

"Thanks," Syaoran mumbled as he leaned his elbow on the side of the chair and placing his cheek on it, closing his eyes.

Meilin sighed as she walked back towards the coffee maker and couldn't help but wonder on why Syaoran looked so disoriented. There were only a couple of things that could make him this unsteady, he was usually the man who was prepared and calm. So far, she only knew one explanation for this. No people, he wasn't in bed with someone from a whorehouse. He simply had a talk with his mother.

Li, Yelan, was one of the only people that could make her son completely unprepared. She was the only one with the power to actually make Syaoran seem exhausted. She was the reigning owner of the world-known Li Designs, and she was the one person who everyone in the Li family looked up to. She was a successful woman, with a kind soul; yet she was also a woman with disciplined actions and rules more firm compared to the durability of diamonds.

Meilin walked back to Syaoran and found him sleeping, his cheek resting on his palm. Meilin thought it best not to wake her cousin up, not until the famous model came. He needed his sleep as well. Meilin placed the bitter coffee on the table and left him.

She walked over to the photographer who seemed to be fixing his camera while sitting down. "Good Morning Mr. Kodama Watanabe," Meilin greeted the forty-year old man.

"Oh, hello Miss Li," he greeted back, smiling at her while he fiddled with his camera. "How can I help you?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if you need any specific help for the setting up of the set later on," Meilin stated, as she took a bite from her cream cheese-filled bagel.

"Everything's prepared," he stated, looking down at his camera and placing it in its case. "No need to worry."

"Today is a big day, everyone seems to be running around," Meilin said, looking around the studio which was being packed up.

"I agree," he said, standing up, with his camera case in hand. "I am very honoured to be doing this photo shoot."

"We found you to be a very suitable man," Meilin smiled. "We should be the ones thankful to have you as our photographer."

"There's Ms. Daidouji right now," he said, looking at the door as Tomoyo walked in, almost bumping into a young assistant with blonde hair. "I believe you would need a talk with her."

"Oh yeah, just the person I was looking for," Meilin grinned. "It's nice talking to you Watanabe-san." Meilin stated, jogging towards the opposite side of the studio where Tomoyo stood, looking around.

"Tomoyo-chan!" Meilin screamed. Tomoyo turned at her and smiled, walking over to Meilin's waving bagel.

"I never knew you were bagel-obsessed," Tomoyo raised an eyebrow, staring at Meilin as she took a big bite from her bagel. "Prepared yet?" Tomoyo asked looking at Meilin, as she chewed on her bagel.

Meilin swallowed her bagel and shook her head. "First of all, not bagel obsessed," she started. "Just cream cheese-obsessed," Meilin grinned at her friend, as she took off the half of her bagel revealing the white, and evenly spread cream cheese. "And yes, I am prepared; I've been here since four-thirty." Meilin stated before shoving the last bite of her cream cheese bagel inside her mouth.

"Sorry I'm late," Tomoyo sighed, as she walked over to the snack table. "I just had this really weird dream."

"Weird dream?" Meilin repeated with a questioning eyebrow. "Sounds interesting," she said with a smirk.

"Not really," Tomoyo said as she grabbed a toast and butter. "More like scary to the level that when I woke up, I kept on pinching myself to make sure that I was awake and that none of that would actually happen."

"Ah," Meilin nodded. "And thus, it explains thy purplish bruise," she stated pointing her index finger at Tomoyo forearm which had a very visible bruise that almost matched her dark hair.

"Bruise?" Tomoyo questioned, looking at her forearm. "I never even noticed. The dream was just that freaky."

"So where's Sakura? She should be here by now," Meilin stated, looking at her silver watch as she pulled up her black coat which read five-twenty-nine.

"She'll be here right…" at that moment the doors to the studio opened revealing a heavily panting Sakura.

"Now."

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"What?" Syaoran questioned angrily. "I'll just take my car." Syaoran stated as he took his keys from his pockets

"No Syaoran," Meilin argued as she grabbed Syaoran's keys from him. "It's either you stay here, or stay in the trailer with Sakura," Meilin stated, stuffing his car keys inside her pocket.

"Can't I just take the ride with you or something?" He questioned, crossing his arms as he stared down at her.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because Tomoyo's getting on the car with me," Meilin stated as she pointed at her red sports car which was parked a few meters away. "Plus, even though you supposedly have a higher position than me in the family." Meilin started even before he can utter another word, looking up at him with a smirk. "I am your manager now, and aunt Yelan said so."

"Don't you already have the position of being temporary CEO?" Syaoran questioned as he glared harder at Meilin. Meilin simply smiled back at him. "I still don't get why you of all people have to be my manager!"

"I think I know why," a calm voice stated from behind. "Because from my observation just from the current scene; she'll be the only person who can manage your temper Li-san."

Syaoran turned around and glared at whoever was behind her. Smiling amethysts greeted his fiery ambers. "Who asked for your opinion?"

"I don't know," Tomoyo giggled. "I just thought that since you're so lost, it would be nice to help you out with the problem you were trying to solve." She grinned widely at him. "Is that the wrong thing to do? I was only trying to help." Tomoyo pouted teasingly, placing her right hand over her left chest, as if indicating that she was hurt.

"Run along now Syao-syao," Meilin stated cheerily, as she pushed Syaoran from the back almost tripping him.

"Don't call me that!" Syaoran stated as he stomped off to the trailer up ahead.

"Well that was fun," Tomoyo laughed as she grinned at Meilin. "Nice lie by the way, I can't believe he fell for it."

"I know." Meilin snickered as she walked towards her red car. "I think he was too tired to even argue properly. You should've seen him this morning," Meilin continued as she automatically unlocked her car. "He looked dead and funny."

Tomoyo walked by her and grabbed her keys opening the door to her silver car, grinning before she got in, "Now I know why we became friends so easily."

"Same here," Meilin said as she got on the car and ignited her red sports car.

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Sakura entered her trailer, plopping down on the sofa bed, closing her emerald eyes with a long sigh. She was so tired and she needed sleep. It was a good thing that she was going to get at least a few minutes of sleep before the actual photo shoot. She needed sleep since she got home at one o'clock in the morning last night.

She turned and grabbed the pillow which lay on the bed, hugging it tightly. Ah, sleep.

It was then that she heard the metal door open and harsh footsteps were heard climbing inside her trailer. She raised her head to look at who it was and messy chest-nut hair greeted her.

Li, Syaoran was in her trailer. He was not supposed to be in there, because it was her trailer. "What the hell?"

"That's exactly what I said!" he screamed as he slammed the door shut, making the whole trailer shake.

"What are you doing in here?" Sakura questioned, as she sat up from her already comfortable position hugging the pillow close to her.

"Stupid CEOs," Syaoran mumbled under his breath. "I'll one day hire an assassin to kill them both."

"Hello," Sakura prolonged the word, trying to grab Syaoran's attention. "I'm talking to you," Syaoran simply ignored her as he took his shoes off. "Are you even listening to me?" Sakura questioned, raising her voice, angry at the fact that he continued to ignore her.

"God!" Syaoran yelled. "Shut the hell up, I heard you dammit!"

"Well it sure didn't seem like it after I've tried to get your attention so many times!" Sakura yelled back at him, annoyed.

"Fine, Sorry!" Syaoran said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. Nobody messes with Li, Syaoran at when his day did not start off good. "You have to get used to people ignoring you every once in awhile, not everything revolves around you in this world!"

"Well, then you have to get used to not bossing everyone around," Sakura started standing up, and dragging her pillow with her. "You're not the boss of everything!"

"Yeah, not of everything," Syaoran started as he took off his shoes and threw them roughly on the rack. "But I am the boss of you!"

With that last answer Sakura sank back down on her bed, hugging the pillow tightly against her. "It's not like that was my choice," she mumbled through the pillow but Syaoran heard her.

"Well then retire," Syaoran simply stated as he grabbed slippers from the shoe rack and slipped them on. "Nobody's forcing you not to."

"Oh trust me," Sakura glared at him. "I've thought of that on the first day you were assigned to be my manager."

"Then why don't you?" Syaoran rolled his eyes.

"Because I do have a heart," Sakura said, as she continued to glare at him.

"With that glare, you don't seem very convincing," Syaoran stated as he entered the trailer continuing to glare at her, as he sat down on the sofa across from her. "Now I'm beginning to wonder why you even became a model, since models are supposed to be able to act what they're meant to do."

"I know that," Sakura simply stated as she lied back down on the sofa bed, facing her back at him.

"Oh yeah, it just doesn't seem like it," Syaoran stated. "You can't even argue right that you have a heart, which I don't think you do."

"Oh I do have a heart," Sakura stated silently.

"There's just no part for you in it."

0o0o0o0o0o0

It was almost the crack of dawn. The horizon on the east showing the slow change of colour from the raven velvet which scattered on the sky to a slightly purple hue. The stars still shown brightly up at the skies, and the moon still at its full glow gave an outstanding view of the scenery. The slowly flowing stream reflected the luminous radiance of the celestial bodies.

The waters passed through the rounded rocks which formed around the stream, it's crystal like glow emphasized by the lights around it. Camera lights were set up everywhere and different clicks were heard, near the bridge that crossed over the shallow stream.

"Good Kinomto-san," Mr. Watanabe said as Sakura leaned forward on the railing of the wooden bridge, her emerald staring down at the water which carried few bold coloured red maple leaves. "Now, slowly face your head here, and I want you to move forward, down the bridge slowly."

Sakura followed what her photographer asked for her to do. Her serene looking face matched the surroundings perfectly. Her eyes stood out as they brightly shone, contrasting with the red background provided by the maple leaves around the park. The soft breeze slightly blowing her hair as slowly closed her eyes and ran a finger to pull a loose strand back.

An unbuttoned dark chocolate, light, leather coat rested right before the delicate curve of her shoulders, flowing behind her walking figure as the wind blew past; revealing the magnificent shirt she wore underneath. The orange coloured, low, vee-neck tank top that she wore, hugged her chest properly, and ran loosely over the rest of her upper body, stopping right at her hips. Gold trims were visible right under her bust and at the end of the flowing shirt. She wore dark wash jeans, which was slightly faded at the front. Sakura's gold necklace with flat circles for pendants and her plain gold bangles complemented her dark jeans, orange trimmed shirt, and matched her gold ballet flats. Her ears were graced with earrings that matched her necklace, and a gold shoulder bag hung loosely, secured by her folded forearm.

Sakura walked over to the side of the bridge and did a few more poses before she was congratulated.

"Great job as always Ms. Kinomoto," Kodama Watanabe congratulated as he went back to fixing his camera, and replacing the lenses. Sakura simply nodded, too tired to even talk.

"That's it for your solo," Syaoran said flatly, from behind the photographer. "You can go back to the trailer and get the next change of clothes."

"The next change of clothes?" Sakura stopped, and turned around to face Syaoran. "It's either just me, or you just lost your sense of proper thinking."

"No, you heard right."

"So you admit that you just contradicted yourself," Sakura questioned as she turned her back, walking back to her trailer.

"No," Syaoran stated as he followed Sakura towards the two trailers parked ahead. "I said your solo was finished."

"Exactly."

"That doesn't mean this wraps up your photo shoot," Syaoran stated, as he walked beside her.

"What do you mean by that exactly?" Sakura questioned, as she tried to walk faster, trying to get away from Syaoran. It didn't seem to work, as he simply matched her pace in a more relaxed manner.

"It means it's a start for another photo shoot," Syaoran stopped, in front of Sakura's trailer as she opened the door and he watched her enter.

"Our photo shoots."

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"Yes this is Meilin Li, Mrs. Daidouji," Meilin replied on the phone.

"So, it's starting in a few minutes, am I right?" Sonomi questioned a very interested voice on the other line. "How did the solos go?"

"Oh as we expected it to," Meilin said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll leave all of you to make sure everything has gone by the way we expect it to be." Sonomi stated relieved.

"Yup, we'll make sure it's the way it should be," Meilin said, as she sat down beside Tomoyo on the chairs they had set up at the park. "Simply perfect."

"Ah," Tomoyo smiled as she gave out a breath she's been holding. "Don't you just love this park?"

"Oh yeah," Meilin agreed as she sipped a cup of coffee, after hanging up the phone. "And so it starts," Meilin smiled as she looked at the two trailers from afar.

"The partnership."

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Syaoran leaned against Sakura's trailer, waiting for her to come out. He was done changing five minutes ago, and seeing as Sakura was still having outrageous fits about not wanting to be bombarded with makeup inside her trailer, he decided to wait for her outside.

Syaoran wore an unbuttoned, red, long-sleeved shirt with yellow abstract prints on the lower left side. The sleeves were folded in an unruly fashion to reach his elbows. He wore a plain round-neck shirt underneath his red button up. A long cream colored scarf hung loosely around his neck, and he held a light brown blazer with his right hand, slung over his right shoulder. He wore dark jeans that were slightly loose and black shoes to match.

Finally the doors to the trailer opened and Sakura stepped out. She was wearing a pale yellow halter top dress, which had red prints on the left side from the chest down to the waist area. The ruffles on the skirt of the dress stopped three inches above her knee, and flowed down at the back till the middle of her leg. She wore red stilettos which laced up to just bellow her knees. A simple gold chained necklace with a single ruby star hanging from it, matched her earrings which were simple star-shaped, ruby studs. She carried a red jacket with cream trims, folded in front of her and her hair was tied up in a half pony tail, with a red ribbon, some ringlets framing her face.

She wore a light amount of make up, just the right amount of eye shadow for the lights to notice. It seemed that her loud screaming and arguing about being sick of make up worked; since Syaoran didn't notice any other make up on her face.

They stared at each other and simultaneously rolled their eyes. They just didn't get along.

Sakura walked over to where Tomoyo and Meilin sat, followed slowly behind by Syaoran.

"I'm ready-" Sakura was cut off by Syaoran's words from behind her, as they stood in front of them.

"Correction," Syaoran interrupted. "We're ready."

Tomoyo's eyes sparkled and she gave out a dreamy sigh. She hugged Sakura tightly and let go after Sakura's pleas for lack of breath, and after Meilin pulled her off.

"Aww, Sakura you look lovely!" Tomoyo exclaimed as she stared at Sakura dreamily. "Don't you agree Meilin?"

"Oh yeah," Meilin nodded her head and grinned widely.

"You guys look perfect!" Tomoyo stated excitedly as she clasped her hands together.

Sakura and Syaoran simply looked at each other. Sakura glared while Syaoran shrugged.

"Okay Tomoyo-chan," Sakura started as she put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't you think it's time to start?"

"Definitely."

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Sakura ran away down the bridge, her hair flowing behind her as she looked back, being chased by Syaoran. "Okay guys, just keep on running, and down following the stream over to that rock."

Sakura and Syaoran followed what was instructed and Syaoran chased after Sakura easily. "Okay good, now Li-san I want you to grab Ms. Kinomoto by the waist and hug her from behind, as if finally catching her after that long run and chase you two have been having."

"You want him to what?" Sakura questioned appalled as she stopped running and stared at their photographer in horror.

Syaoran didn't mind and only followed what Watanabe instructed him to do. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "Prove that you are a model."

Sakura's eyes widened remembering Syaoran's previous words earlier in the trailer, models are supposed to be able to act what they're meant to do.

"Prove that you're Sakura Kinomoto," Syaoran whispered again, "the model who is successful because of the range she can achieve."

Sakura slowly turned her head and her eyes softened as she listened to Syaoran's words. He did have a point. She is a model who is known to take many different risks. She is a model who will do anything for her company. She is a model who will prove herself to everyone. She is a model who will have no fears. She is Sakura Kinomoto, a model who is successful because of the range she can achieve.

"Excellent Mr. Li," The photographer stated. "Now Ms. Kinomoto I want you to slowly turn around and look down, as if hesitant to look at him."

Sakura turned around and looked down, to the side; looking at anyone but Syaoran, just like the photographer had instructed her to do. It's not like she had the guts to look up at him right now anyway, those amber eyes were probably going to be mocking her. Screaming, See I was right! You're not the model you're known to be.

"Good. Now Mr. Li, I want you to take your left hand and slowly place it on Ms. Kinomoto's right cheek," Mr. Watanabe instructed. Syaoran followed as he gently touched Sakura's warm cheek with one hand. "Excellent. Now Sakura, slowly look up at Syaoran, put on a more confused expression."

Sakura continued to stare at the ground, not wanting to look up just yet. "Sakura," Mr. Watanabe repeated her name. "Please look up at Syaoran."

"Kinomoto," Syaoran faintly whispered. "Look up."

Sakura finally decided to look up at him, slowly staring at his amber eyes. She looked at him confused. Not because the photographer wanted her to, because she really was. His eyes weren't mocking her, or pointing any weakness at her. They just seemed calm, as if they never had a fight earlier that day, as if they never had all those disagreements.

Her emerald eyes searched deep into his amber eyes, "Now, Mr. Li I want you to lean in, as if you're about to kiss her."

Sakura panicked once she heard the next instruction from their photographer. This was the sixth scene for their photo shoot, and the first five were definitely not like this. The first five shoots were more of stranger to stranger takes, or casual and friendly, while this one… This one was just a romantic take.

"Good now Ms. Kinomoto I want you to act as if you're about to give in to Mr. Li's actions."

"I…" Sakura's voice faded as she looked away from him, slightly pushing herself off of him. "I ca…"

"Kinomoto-san," Syaoran whispered once again. "We can finish this, right now if you want. I can just tell them to wrap it up."

Sakura still looked away. No, She thought as she struggled with what to do. No, I never used to do that. I won't do that.

"No," Sakura whispered firmly.

"Kinomoto-san, please look back at Mr. Li," the photographer repeated.

"You don't have to," Sakura stated, as she let Syaoran guide her face to look back up at him. She felt his hand gently push her chin up, pulling her closer to his body, making her look at him.

"Good, now place your hands around his neck."

Sakura followed still looking up at his amber eyes. She slowly closed her eyes and gave out a soft sigh. She leaned in slowly, as she felt him gently pull her cheek in. Their warm breath clashing with each other, as they were only an inch apart

"And thank you Mr. Li and Ms. Kinomoto," the photographer said.

"That's it for today everyone!" Meilin yelled as she looked around at the people cheering and sighing in relief.

Sakura quickly let go of Syaoran, and Syaoran slowly did he same. They stood in front of each other, Sakura staring down at the grass while Syaoran glanced at the stream beside them. He sighed and ran a finger through his already messy hair.

"That's it," he said as he stuffed his hands inside his pockets. "You can change back now."

Sakura nodded and turned around, walking towards her trailer. She sighed as a cool breeze swept by. She then turned around once she heard Syaoran mumble words, as he sat on the huge rock by the crystal-like stream; staring at his reflection by the water.

"It's impossible to not have to have a heart… for everything."

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A/n: HOORAH! Done chapter five after that awful writer's block! I had to delete half of the first version of chapter five that I typed since I didn't like how it turned out. It's a good thing I did too, since I personally think that this version is better.

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