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Chuck Norris and Pigs

It was Tuesday. Sakura hated Tuedays. You were too deep into the week to turn back to the weekends, and you were too far away from Friday to justify slacking off. Usually she loved doing the accounts for the store - it always made her feel a part of what she always considered to be Tomoyo's territory - but she'd been feeling so... itchy lately. Since Sunday, to be exact. That awful Sunday afternoon that she refused to believe had anything to do with how... itchy she'd been feeling. She just needed to go outside and do something, not sit in the quaint little office in the back of the store and balance books.

Whever she thought about it, Sakura was still surprised that she became an accountant. Her Math in school was abysmal, yet here she was, crunching numbers for a store that was half hers. She wondered if it was fate. She'd never have believed it.

Raising her hands above her head, she stretched. She had one last figure to do. The sales of the past week still had to be accounted for. Relaxing again, Sakura worked for the next hour.

Whe Tomoyo came in at half past four, Sakura was nearly done. "Wait, wait wait... there! All done! Now I won't need to worry about them till next week! Want to go to The Grey Lagoon, Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo shook her head and smiled indulgently. "No, no, I have to finish these designs for Cathy. Her wedding's three months from now, and she's a stickler, as you know. You go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow."

Sakura leant over and kissed Tomoyo's cheek, but frowned. Without Tomoyo, she didn't feel much like drinking. Once outside on the street, she decided that she would go watch a movie. Afterall, only adults got to watch movies on weekdays, and Sakura cherished the number twenty-five, her age, like she would a dear friend. Chuckling at her own childishness, Sakura bought a copy of that day's New York Times from a street vendor, smiling at his jaded, suspicious face. How she loved New York.

She took a taxi to the cinema, then stood on the sidewalk and studied the newspaper. A revival of Chuck Norris's 'Breaker! Breaker!' was playing. "Hmm... Chuck Norris...A truck driver searching for his brother who has disappeared in a town run by a corrupt judge... Sounds good! Chuck Norris saves the world!" she said.

After paying for her ticket, she went in and sat down in the back row, next to an occupied seat. The movie started.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Mortimer had been cornered by Meilin in his office. She was wearing blue today. A fierce electric blue that seared the eyes wherever you looked. Didn't stop Mortimer from looking, though. Her body was one of the best pieces of work he'd ever seen. he wondered how much of it was plastic.

"You have to get her back. Just go and grovel or something. Get her back!" Meilin's pert little body was confusing him. He couldn't think straight.

"Wait. Grovel? It's not my fault! She was on her way to becoming frigid!" his eyes nearly went slack. All it took was one zipper. One tiny zipper to hold that catsuit together.

Meilin followed his gaze and rolled her eyes. "Get her back and I'll give you some of this, okay?" she ran the zipper down and up again, leading Mortimer's eyes like a yo-yo.

He was feeling a little dizzy, and gave up the fight. "When?" he asked.

Sakura stood up and filed out of the cinema. She had enjoyed the simple fight of good and evil. Problems these days were never as simple as she'd like them to be. Suddenly, someone weaved through the crowd to walk in front of her. She distinctly remembered the person's leather sleeve from the glimpse of it she'd had in the cinema. She'd always wanted a leather jacket, but never felt that she could justify splurging all that money on something she didn't need. She absently let her eyes travel up the sleeve to the back of the man's collar. Hmm, that man really filled out his jacket well... and all that thick brown hair...

She stopped short, and the person behind her bumped into her and began swearing. "Sorry, sorry," Sakura apologised feebly. She tried walking on down the corridor, but too late - Syaoran had already turned around at the commotion. Once again, they locked eyes on each other. The world went quiet.

Once outside in the pleasantly cool spring breeze, Sakura and Syaoran faced each other silently. Sakura couldn't take the shadowed, carefully blank look he was giving her, and spoke first. "You - you were watching-"

"Chuck Norris, yeah."

"You were sitting in-"

"G21."

"This is just a coincidence. It's a small world, anyway." Sakura glanced at Syaoran's face, trying to see his reaction.

"New York City has a population of 8 million people." he replied simply. Truthfully, this was getting strange.

"Ahh, third time's the charm, so this must be it. I - I've gotta get back. Bye." Sakura turned around and walked swiftly out of sight.

Syaoran shook his head and walked over to his car. He felt hungry, for some reason, but food felt like only part of it.

Sakura got out of the elevator and walked toward her apartment. She was still slightly in shock, but it registered faintly that Mortimer was sitting on the ground outside her door. She looked at him for a moment. She remembered how she made the mistake of finding him handsome once upon a time. The world was filled with handsome guys, most of which are slimeballs. 'But Syaoran's a god.' she thought, then chided herself. She was never going to see the man again.

She decided not to let Mortimer in, and stood leaning against her door, looking down at him. "What do you want?" she asked, arms folded.

Mortimer scrambled to his feet. "Um, Sakura, I was giving it some thought, and I realised that I'd made a mistake. I would really like for us to get back together." He leaned towards her, positive she would yield and fall into his arms.

Sakura raised a brow, then saw that he was serious. She snorted and turned to unlock her door. The keys jingled as they went back into her shoulder bag. She faced him again, one hand on the doorknob. "You know, Mortimer, I realised that I'd made a mistake too."

Mortimer nodded, sure that she was going to invite him in.

"Two months is an awfully long time to waste on a pig like you." she slid behind her door before he could answer, and snapped it shut in his face. Through the peephole, she saw him stare dumbfoundedly at her door, then turn and walk down the corridor.

"Have a nice life!" she added in his wake, shouting through the wood.

She felt triumphant. She felt victorius. She felt... hungry.

Antonello answered on the second ring. Relieved she'd gotten the right number, Sakura slammed the Yellowpages closed. "Antonello, this is Sakura. I was wondering, do you do deliveries?"

Syaoran leaned against the cashier counter, listening with half-an-ear to Antonello talking jovially on the phone.Antonello's italian accent was always more pronounced when he was enjoying himself. Syaoran wondered who was on the line. Finally, Antonello put down the phone and said, "Syaoran, you do a delivery for Antonello, okay? You get a tip, my customer get a dinner, everybody is a happy." he beamed encouragingly.

Syaoran looked at him like he was crazy, which he probably was, a bit. "You don't do deliveries."

"For special people, I do. Remember when you were young, you always did it for me! Go, go now. I don't want to see you until you tell me you have delivered this," he pointed at a professionally packed dish of chicken, "to here." he pointed at the address he'd written down on paper.

Grumbling, Syaoran stalked to the door, chicken andpaper in hand. "You were supposed to feed me, you know. I came here to be fed!" he slammed out of the restaurant, leaving a chuckling Antonello behind.

At last, he got out of his car and went up to the apartment building. He'd nearly gotten lost twice, and decided that Antonello would have to give him two free meals to make up for that. He pressed the buzzer for the correct apartment, and a lady answered.

"Yes?" funny how she sounded familiar, but he just couldn't place her.

"Your delivery." he spoke into the little white box. He hated those little white boxes. They always made him feel like he was talking to a machine instead of a real person. That's why he stayed in a proper house with more rooms than he needed.

"Come on up." the door unlocked.

He stepped out of the elevator and was soon up to the door. He rang the doorbell, and it swung open seconds later.

"Your deliv-" he stared at Sakura, and Sakura stared back at him.

Hope you enjoy chapter 5, and thanks to all those who bothered to read my story. You make my day!