Intertwined

Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own CCS. CLAMP is keeping the rights...forever! And I also don't own anything Eminem related.

Act IV

DEDICATION: OK. Seriously, you guys are hott. No, I honestly think that. This Act is dedicated to all those who have read this story, or any of my stories in general. Super Duper Thank Yous to anyone who has put my stories on Story Alert. Super Duper Bone Crushing Thank Yous to anyone who has put my stories on their Favorite Lists. And, as a last one, Gigantic Super Duper Thank Yous to people who have put me on Author Alert and/or Favorites Author List. But...if you have put me on all of those things...then a Super Duper Gargantuan Thank You goes out to you guys. If you were here with me, I'd hug you. :)

Intro

"'These chicks don't even know the name of my band. But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands. Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man. All because I'm the lead singer of my band. MY BAND, MY BAND, MY BAND...'"

Yue buried his face into his hands. "Could you please stop singing 'My Band'..." His voice sounded muffled and tired.

Eriol continued singing, oblivious to the fact that Yue was getting irritated.

Anyone who knows Yue in the slightest should be able to understand that he tended to explode when he became irritated.

But Eriol could not hear Yue, and so he continued to sing on.

Yue gritted his teeth. How to stop--

And then it came to him. Smiling slightly, as though he had lockjaw, he tiptoed to the edge of the stage and pulled on a tassel.

The audience raised their eyebrows when they saw the scene backstage. Eriol was in spotlight, singing, and bobbing his head in time to the music. Large headphones, resembling earmuffs, clapped his ears to the sides of his head. Everyone began to giggle as soon as they recognized the song.

"'MY BAND, MY BAND, MY BAND, MY BAND, MY BANNNNNNNNNNDDDD...'" A particularly long note came and Eriol dragged it out, relishing in the fact that he was a great singer (or so he thought).

Soon the giggling of the audience permeated the thickness of Eriol's headphones. He stopped singing midnote and blinked owlishly at them. Yue smiled, satisfied when Eriol gulped and smiled.

"Erm...hi, guys!" he waved his hand. Then he hastily pulled off his headphones and grinned. "Uhhh...the Fourth Act is beginning?"

End of Intro

Having made up her mind, Sakura entered her former office.

She looked around, surprised when she saw that no one was in it.

Then her face became the color of a burnt radish when she looked at her desk and spotted her diary.

Almost as quickly, her face became its regular shade of tan when she looked sadly at the diary she held in her hand.

"Li? Where are you?"

Utter silence settled down in the room.

"So, it's back to Li now, is it? Not 'that fat piece of pork'?"

Sakura snapped her head in the direction of the voice.

Syaoran was sitting with his fingers steepled in a dark, secluded corner of the room.

Sakura attempted to look furious, but she didn't do a good job.

"You read my diary?" she questioned, adding a shade of anger to her voice.

Syaoran raised his eyebrows. "And you read mine? Cut the anger out of your voice, Kinomoto."

Then, he smiled and leaned his head back onto the seat. Folding his hands behind his head, he continued, "Well, although you called me a 'fat piece of pork', I'm very glad that you think I have a 'nice, sculpted body'. I'm just curious as to how you found that out..."

Sakura purpled. "Well, I'm glad to know that you have a crush on Keiko-san," she shot back.

Syaoran's eyes narrowed. "Maybe I should tell Matsuura-san that you've been observing his rear end," he snapped.

Sakura turned white. "You wouldn't dare."

Syaoran smirked. "Try me."

Sakura huffed. "Fine. Damn you to hell, Li!"

She turned around and stomped out of her former office.

Syaoran pounded the armrest of the chair, his body stiff with anger.

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"Li-san," Kimiki drawled as she spread herself across Sakura's desk, "how are you?"

Sakura forced a smile onto her face. "I'm fine, and you?" Her voice was muffled as she spoke through tightly clenched teeth.

"Oh," said Kimiki as she raised a hand to her forehead. "I'm afraid that I'm not so fine," she pouted and fell across Sakura's desk, thus giving Sakura a glimpse of her chest.

Sakura grimaced. "I think I know why you're not so fine," she muttered quietly to herself.

"What?" Kimiki sat up, this time flashing Sakura a long length of her thigh.

Sakura smiled mischeviously. "Maybe you should go to the doctor if you're not feeling well, Kimiki. Perhaps she'll tell you that you're pregnant. Try not to sleep around with so many guys, dear. And if you really can't resist, always use birth control."

Kimiki jumped off of Sakura's desk. "I am NOT pregnant!" she cried, huffing indignantly. "Why do you think that? Is it because I'm fat?" Her cheeks quivered with unspilt tears.

Sakura, sensing a potential rainstorm coming, gently grabbed the papers from Kimiki's hand. "Thank you for delivering the papers," she smiled. Then, while getting up from her chair, she plucked a tissue from the box and handed it to Kimiki.

"Now, darling," Sakura said as she proceeded to push Kimiki towards the door, "I'm afraid I'll have to tell you to get out of my office. You can go flirt with someone else."

She opened the door and pushed Kimiki out. "Oh, and by the way," Sakura said, as she looked directly into Kimiki's watery eyes, "I really think you should go to the gym and work off that flab."

She slammed the door in her face.

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Syaoran gritted his teeth as he watched Sakura's interaction with Kimiki.

Time for revenge, he said as he took off his white sweater.

Five minutes later, Syaoran strutted into Takuchi's office.

Takuchi looked up from his papers. "Yes, Kinomoto-san?"

He was about to look back down at his papers when he suddenly noticed something.

Very slowly, he looked up at Syaoran's smiling face, inches away from his own.

"Hello, Takuchi-san," he drawled slowly, inwardly gagging. Although Takuchi was a fifty year old man, his face was still graced with traces of bad acne. His hair looked greasy and unkempt, and his eyes were small and buggy behind his thick glasses. What was worse, he smelled like pickled radish three days expired.

Takuchi gulped. "K-K-Kinomoto-san," he said weakly. "How may I help you?" Takuchi tried not to look down Syaoran's low cut shirt.

Syaoran almost barfed, but he forced himself to continue. "I was just wondering..." he lazily twirled a lock of Takuchi's hair in between his fingers.

Takuchi nearly fainted with joy when Syaoran began to lean closer to him. "I was just wondering..."

At that moment the door burst open.

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Sakura tapped her foot impatiently. The elevator pinged to a stop.

She walked out of the elevator and down the hall, running into Meiling.

"Oi! Meiling-chan!" she called out merrily, glad to see her friend.

Meiling's ruby eyes flashed. "What do you want, Li? Don't 'Meiling-chan' me. I'm not interested."

Sakura opened her mouth to retort when she realized that Meiling was seeing Li, not herself.

"Oh, never mind," she harrumphed grumpily and stomped down the hall, leaving behind a very confused Meiling.

She burst into Takuchi's office.

Sakura almost fainted from shock.

She saw Li, in her body, leaning close to their boss. Li was wearing a low cut shirt and a short skirt. Their boss, on the other hand, looked almost silly with joy.

Sakura screamed, "LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!"

Syaoran jumped, and ended up with a mouthful of Takuchi's hair. He yelled, and jumped up from the desk in a hurry. He promptly began spitting on the floor.

Sakura continued to scream and Syaoran continued to spit. That was when Takuchi took charge.

"SSSTTTTOOOOPPPP!" Takuchi leapt up from his chair.

Syaoran immediately realized, that although Takuchi looked like a dunce and a dirty pervert to match, he was, in reality, quite a competent boss.

Sakura also realized, that she should stop screaming before Takuchi called security.

Takuchi, with his chest heaving, sat down.

Burying his face in his hands, he muttered, "What now?"

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"All of these female employees are very distracting," Sakura said. "Something should be done about them."

Takuchi raised an eyebrow. "Why are you telling me about this now? Why not before?"

Sakura folded her arms and crossed her legs. "Well, it's just that they drove me over the edge today."

There was a stunned silence. Sakura looked around nervously and realized that both Takuchi and Syaoran were staring at her.

"What?" she asked as she sweatdropped.

Takuchi coughed slightly. "Well, Li-san, it's just that you're wearing business suit pants. They're a bit tight in some areas...and crossing your legs will certainly not help to decrease the discomfort."

Syaoran whispered to Sakura, "He means that crossing your legs and folding your arms across your chest is somewhat feminine behavior, especially as you're wearing tight business suit pants."

Takuchi heard this whispered conversation between the two and began to bang his head on the desk. Oh when, oh when will they be ready to behave and work together like good employees? he wailed.

Sakura and Syaoran immediately stopped their bickering to listen to Takuchi's wailing.

"Oh, you idiot magicians! You scammed me, I'll be calling you soon to reimburse my money at the end of this month! My two employees will never get along at this rate!"

Sakura clapped a hand across Syaoran's mouth while he did the same to her. They both screamed, "THIS IS ALL TAKUCHI"S FAULT!"

Midway between his lament, Takuchi suddenly found himself pressed onto the desk. Sakura grabbed his tie while Syaoran raised his fist menacingly above his head.

"Talk," they both snarled.

Takuchi's mouth was rounded in an O.

He pressed the security button.

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"...'Sakura Kinomoto and Syaoran Li have been expelled from the premises of Tokyo Corporation for one month only, from the 1st of December to the 1st of January of the new year. This order of suspension has been executed due to their unruly behavior and their threatening of James Takuchi, head of Tokyo Corporation. Signed, James Takuchi, head of Tokyo Corporation, blah blah blah'..."

Sakura slapped the order of suspension to her face and groaned.

Next to her, Syaoran sighed and shook his head. "They're not paying us either for this," he muttered. "And we still haven't found out who these magicians are."

Both of them were stunned, and had been shocked into submissiveness. Needless to say, this had toned down their bickering with one another.

Sakura breathed heavily onto the paper.

Syaoran turned the key in the ignition. "I'll drop you off at my-your apartment first," he said.

The drive was mostly silent. Finally, when they were at Sakura's apartment, Syaoran spoke up.

"Don't look at my private stuff," he said, staring straight out of the window.

Sakura nodded mutely.

"Don't look at my body," he said, still staring out of the window.

Sakura shrugged. "How am I supposed to shower?"

Syaoran rubbed his chin. "First shut your eyes. Then put on a bathing suit."

"Right," said Sakura. She opened the door, and then looked at Syaoran. "Don't you dare look at my friends, or my body either. Got it?"

Syaoran nodded.

Sakura shut the door and walked up towards the apartment building.

Syaoran rolled down the window and yelled to her, "Meet me tomorrow back at my place!"

Sakura nodded to show she had heard. "All right! I'll call you!"

Syaoran could not resist shouting back at her, "My ass is hotter than yours!"

Sakura rolled her eyes and turned away, but could not resist smiling a bit.

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Outro

Eriol hopped onstage. For once, he was not smiling, or in a jesting mood.

"Dreamer has threatened to cut my salary, so I shall resist making a fool of myself. She hopes you have enjoyed this, and she also hopes that you will give her some reviews/rants. Thank you."

End of Outro

Dreamer: Hey guys, there are more goods to come. Topics for future discussion in the next acts include:

1. Syaoran and some...feminine issues (aka that time of the month)

2. Sakura and some masculine issues (aka chest hair...& shaving)

3. The both of them and some wardrobe malfunction/showering/going to the bathroom issues...

Dreamer: I actually wasn't going to have them getting suspended from work, but now they have some more time to fool around and cause mayhem. Stay tuned, and thanks for reading/reviewing/supporting this fic!