A/N: Now things are going to get interesting. Sakura now knows who Syaoran really is and now Syaoran has to do everything he can to keep her from telling anyone. Oh yes, I must say that this is getting interesting indeed. And once again, thank you for your reviews! I hope you like this chapter hehe.

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Strawberrylover: Thank you so much! I always see your reviews with each chapter I upload, along with my other stories too. I'm so glad you like my fics and I thank you for taking your time to review. Lots of luv! (huggles)

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kenshinlover2002: Hmm, all I can say is that I don't know (though really I do) I don't want to spoil what happens in the story :P The only way to find out is if you continue reading mwuahaha! All I will say though is that Sakura will continue working for Eriol, but just wait and find out what happens. Thanks for reviewing!

MewMewPower389: Haha yeah you're right. Couples do fight so their argument seems normal doesn't it? Hehe thanks for reading my story and I hope you like this chapter, enjoy:D

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Chapter 6: Damn You Syaoran!

Sakura kept herself locked in Syaoran's bedroom all night and planned on staying there till noon the next day. She was still ticked off at him and she wasn't going to give in, no matter how much he yelled at her.

"Dammit Sakura! Would you come out of my room?" He exclaimed, banging on the door with his fist.

"Kiss. My. Ass!" She yelled from the other side. He groaned in anger and grabbed a fist-full of his own hair and threatened to yank as hard as he could. She wasn't making things very easy for him.

"Why are you being so childish, just come out so we can sort all this out." He pleaded, leaning against the wall beside the bedroom door. Naturally she didn't answer and his face boiled red in anger. "Stop acting like a bi..."

"Would you stop trying? There's no way I'm going to give in to you!" She said, crossing her arms.

"FINE!" He hit the door once more and stomped towards the coat rack, grabbing his black leather jacket and then threw open the front door. Sakura could hear wood on wood bang against the wall from where she was and pressed her ear against the door to see if she could still tell if he was there.

'Is he... still outside?' She thought, slowly grasping the doorknob and turning it… ever so slightly. She couldn't hear a thing and figured that he had left. Her senses were now acute and she opened the door a crack, looking out into the empty room with one eye. She immediately checked to see if he was standing anywhere nearby. He wasn't. She looked left to see if he was hiding. He wasn't. Then she looked to her right, now convinced that he had left the room for good, but as soon as she opened the door more, she screamed in surprise when Syaoran whirled around the corner, busting the door open and lunging inside to grasp her.

"Let go of me!" She yelled, struggling against his steel hold. It didn't help much though; her pleas only made him tighten his grasp on her. She could only groan in defeat.

"Yeah, you're smirking now, but I assure you you'd think differently once I run over you with my car." She threatened, glaring up at him. He merely grinned more at her pathetic retort.

"Hm, where have I heard that before?" Sakura muffled a curse at him before she tried to free one of her hands to slap him with, though he was too fast and he grabbed her wrist before she could make contact with his face. He thought he had won the argument, but unfortunately, he was sadly mistaken. Although he was holding her right hand, her other hand was free to do as she pleased, and before he could realize what she was doing, palm met cheek as she swung up and smacked him with all her strength. He doubled backwards, holding his hand to the side of his face in temporary pain.

"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't have balls." She stated, then swiftly lifted her knee and kneed him in the groin. She managed to earn herself a howl this time, and she Stepped over him after he wobbled to the floor. She almost felt bad as she eyed him intently, watching as he held his groin in renewed pain.

"You aren't going anywhere!" He choked out, looking up at her from where he lay. She blew him a sarcastic kiss and turned on her heel towards the door.

"Watch me." She dared before she opened the door. Right when she was about to walk out of the room, strong arms pulled her back and, once again, shut the door. Though this time, catching her finger in the process. "OW!" She screamed in agony as she desperately opened the door to pull her finger back. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes as she looked at her flattened finger.

"Oops, I'm sorry!" He apologized. He actually would have seemed sincere… if it wasn't for the smug look that followed. "Teaches you to keep your fingers out of places they aren't supposed to be." Hearing his words, she turned around to face him

"YOU!" She growled, pointing her injured finger at him menacingly. He stepped back, suddenly a little afraid, he had never seen her that pissed before. "YOU have NO right to keep me here! I should be able to leave whenever I want! AND LOOK, LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" She said, tears still threatening to fall.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." He took a hold of her finger gently with his hands. Sakura sniffed, wiped away a stray tear, and watched him curiously as he motioned her to follow him into the kitchen. "Here, this should help." He said as he ran her finger under the faucet, letting the cold water run over her fingertip. The throbbing seemed to die down and the pain was barely even there anymore. He sure was full of surprises. Slightly amused and a bit intrigued at his sudden gentleness she looked up at him, the fire in her eyes had disappeared and her emerald pools were once again bright and beautiful. "See? All better." He said, and dried her finger off with a dishtowel, afterwards letting go of her hand while she continued to look up at him.

"Hmph, how can you switch back and forth between personalities with like that? One minute you're an ass, the next you're the sweetest guy I've ever met. Which is it?" She said, snapping out of her trance and making her way back to the couch as if she was still upset. He simply shrugged.

"I can be both, actually." He took a seat next to her, only to watch blankly as she scooted all the way to the other side. Though of course… he scooted down beside her again, thigh against thigh. "Or I could be the sweetest, most charming man you've ever laid eyes on." He purposefully ran a finger up her upper arm, knowing that it made her feel uneasy. "Whichever you prefer, dearest." He smiled the same handsome smile she had seen the first time they met, and it did indeed make her feel uneasy.

"Get off me!" She grumbled in disgust, slapping him away with her hands before jumping up from the couch to maintain their distance.

"What if I don't want to? What if I-"

"You're so stupid!"

"So are you."

"I hate you."

"Hate that may blossom into love."

"Not in my book, it won't!"

"Will too, it happens to all the women I meet."

"You're a pig."

"Look who's talking. If only you could see yourself eat..."

"SHUT UP!"

"Why?"

"Because I said so!"

"Hm, funny how you think you can tell me what to do…"

"Would you stop talking back to me!"

"Would you stop talking period?"

Sakura had just about had enough. Instead of attempting to hit him again, she regained her posture, her eyes narrowed as she stared down at the coffee table in front of her.

"You can't keep me here forever, you know." She said calmly.

"Yeah I know, and I don't tend to either. Being here with you is a nightmare... not like I don't already have enough of those with you around adding to them." He threw his head back as he rumbled with laugher, ignoring Sakura as she fumed. This time she didn't miss her opportunity to strike at him again. While he continued roaring at the ceiling with his eyes closed, she cracked her knuckles, clenched a fist, and swung at him. Apparently she had a pretty decent punch too, for he automatically stopped laughing and held a hand to his jaw both in shock and in pain.

"Serves you right," She said, hoping that her expression was that of bravado rather then fear of what he could do to her next. All he did was stare at her though, his eyes void of emotion. He couldn't believe she had just hit him. Oddly enough though, he smiled as if she had given him roses instead a knuckle to the bone.

"Why are you giving me that look?" She asked, feeling awkward. She had just punched him in the face and yet here he was, smiling about it. She would never understand him.

"You have a pretty decent punch, Sakura." He said, rubbing his chin gently while looking at her. "That's another reason why I should have you with me on this mission."

"Over my dead body. I'm not helping you with anything." She answered stubbornly, "I'm going to pretend to be your disguise and nothing more. NOTHING more, got it?" She emphasized and edged away from him as much as she could, though only found herself against a nearby wall.

"Darling..." He gritted sarcastically, standing up from the sofa. "You really have no choice. You're going to help me whether you like it or not, seeing as you know what my plan is. We've already been through this."

"Who cares! I'm not some puppet you can dangle around your finger at every whim!" She pointed a finger in his face. He looked at her, then at her finger, and back at her again before jokingly snapping at her fingertip with his teeth. She squealed and quickly pulled her hand away while he sniggered with laughter again.

"Is that so? Fine, you aren't a puppet... you're a mannequin." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door.

"Where are we going?" She asked nervously, nearly stumbling over her own feet in his haste.

"Somewhere, but there's no need to be scared, I can't afford to have you die on me yet." He said opening the door and pulling her out with him.

"Hey! What happened to the me-not-being-your-puppet thing? I am NOT your mannequin!" She ran as she tried to keep up with him. "And what do you mean, yet?!"

He smirked.

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"I can't believe you forced me to do that." Sakura said testily, patting her cheeks as they flushed pink.

"You would have done it anyway." He said, walking out of the bar to the parking lot with her at his side.

"You're really confident about yourself, aren't you? Are you really that self-centered?" She shook her head in disgust while she watched him walk on casually. "I can't believe how perfect you think you are. You are the most annoying, conceited, stuck up, obnoxious, and most opinionated person I've ever met."

"Thanks." He said, half-heartedly.

"Don't mention it."

"You hate me that much?" He opened the car door for her.

"You bet your muffins I do."

He rolled his eyes and walked around to the other side, sliding into the car as well. He had taken her to a nearby bar in hopes of getting her drunk enough to stop yelling at him. His plan hadn't worked out too well though... She had gotten drunk, yes, but instead of relenting, she only yelled at him even more. Clearly he had made a mistake, but with how clever his brilliant mind was, he had thought of a different way to silence her. Walking out to the middle of the dance floor, he had dragged her along as she struggled against him, and everyone watched in question as he tried to dance with her. Naturally she fought like she had before, but right when she was about to slap him again, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled her up against him with the other as he captured her mouth with his. Everyone who was watching laughed and applauded before they started dancing once again. Sakura seemed to be remotely silent after that, but sadly she had started babbling again as soon as they exited the bar.

"Can you drop me off at my hotel so I can see Tomoyo?" She asked as he flared the ignition.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't trust you."

"You're stupid." She said, a quick hic-cup escaping her lips.

"Just be quiet, you're drunk and you really, really don't sound all that smart right now." He said, growing annoyed with her attitude. He couldn't take her yelling, her talking, her screaming, and all of her complaining anymore. She was giving him a headache... But it was rather amusing in a way, she reminded him so much of himself.

"Look at you, trying to get me to shut up by taking me to a bar and getting me drunk. Well it isn't going to work BUB, I'm going to bug you for the rest of your life until you finally decide to let me go." She drunkenly threw her hands in the air as she argued, then slumped back into her seat, hiccupping some more. Syaoran tried his best not to smile and focused more on looking serious, but her current state was so hilarious, not even a professional actor could keep himself from laughing.

"Just shut your mouth, at least while I take you home." He said rudely.

"No! You can't tell me what to do! I am my own woman and I will do what I please! Don't even think about telling... telling me... to..." Before he knew it, he felt a sudden weight in his lap and then a soft moan. He looked down to see that she had passed out and was unconsciously twiddling with the end of his shirt. Probably like how she always did with her pillowcases when she slept.

He smiled widely. He had finally shut her up! Even if it was only five minutes of pure silence, anything was good enough for him so long as she stayed asleep.

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"Gerry, could you please fetch me a glass of water?" Eriol asked as he arranged papers around his desk. He had been working all day researching, paying bills, finishing reports and files that he was to finalize for his connections. He was the boss of a major international company which traded, sold, and exported thousands of different items and objects. There was so much to do, and each day he received letter after letter of recommendations.

His butler did as he was asked without complaint and left the room, making his way down to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it with water, he hesitantly dropped two white pills into the liquid and watched as they dissolved. After checking to see of no remaining proof of the pills, he ascended back up the staircase to Eriol's office.

"I wonder what's taking him so long." Eriol thought aloud as he began arranging his papers back in order. Moments later Gerry had arrived with the glass of water in hand.

"Your drink, sir," He said respectfully. Eriol smiled and took the glass from him, though he stopped and looked at him suspiciously. "Is something wrong, sir?" Gerry asked as he noticed Eriol's odd look.

"Did you put anything in this?" He asked curiously, bringing the glass up to his nose and sniffing it.

"Of course not, nothing out of the ordinary, sir." He answered, "Just a few pills to ease your mind so you can sleep thoroughly tonight." Eriol's expression shifted into that of a smile and he rose from his table, patting his butler on the shoulder.

"You're right, old friend, thanks for your concern." He stifled a yawn before walking towards the door. Gerry remained though, hastily darting his eyes around the desk before Eriol turned around. "And thank you for the water, Gerry." He said, glancing over his shoulder. Gerry had quickly looked back, trying his best not to look suspicious and simply bowed.

"You're most welcome, sir." He replied, still bowing slightly. He knew now wasn't the time for his search and walked out of the door after Eriol. Shutting the door softly, Eriol locked the door with his key and returned it to his pocket.

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'Wow… I had no idea she was so light.' Syaoran thought as he carried Sakura back to his hotel room. She was still out cold and was sleeping soundly as he kicked the front door open. It was already near twelve that night Syaoran knew, for the clock was the first thing he glanced at as soon as he entered the room. He walked over to the couch and was ready to lay her down when she moaned suddenly. He slowed his movement and looked down at her as he stared at her peaceful features. He felt guilty about bringing someone as innocent as her into a situation such as this, but then again he wasn't really expecting to have to tell her about much of what was going on anyways. Having second thoughts about laying her on the couch, he sighed and made his way towards his bedroom. She made no struggle as he laid her beneath his bedcovers and he couldn't help but curse at himself for allowing himself to do this.

Walking out of the bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him, he walked over to the kitchen and helped himself to another beer.

"I can't believe I'm letting her sleep in my bed. I should have left her here on these lumpy pillows." He complained to himself, rolling over onto his side as he lay down. Soon enough his eyes drooped closed and he fell asleep. Hopefully she wouldn't wake up anytime soon… he groaned at the thought and fell into peaceful oblivion.

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"Syaoran... there's something you should know, there's something I want to tell you." Sakura said, walking up to him nervously. Not knowing what to think, he merely turned around and faced her, his eyes questioning her as he looked her over.

"What is it, Sakura?" He asked. She looked at him with pleading eyes and clenched her fists to her chest.

"I think..." She hesitated. "Syaoran, I think... that I may be falling in love with you." She looked down at her fists, flushed at hearing her own words and had the sudden urge to turn away from him. His lips parted as he tried to think of something to say… after hearing her admit herself to being in love with him, all his feelings for her suddenly changed. For some reason he didn't hate her like he did before, instead a new feeling arose, a feeling that he wasn't familiar with. "Please..." She pleaded. He stood up and looked down at her, and she turned around to face him again as she stepped closer to him, taking his shirt into her little fists. "Kiss me..." She asked, her eyes filled with desire.

"Sakura, I..." He began. But before he could finish she reached up, silencing him with two of her fingers, and without warning she stood on the tips of her toes and brushed her lips over his passionately. He didn't know what to do but kiss her back. This feeling... he had never felt anything like this before. It was overwhelming.

Wrapping his arms around her slim waist, he pulled her up against him as he deepened their kiss. All of this time he thought that he had hated her, that he had never wanted anything to do with her... but here he was, kissing her like he had kissed no other. He laid her down onto the sofa and crawled on top of her.

"Syaoran..." She whimpered longingly. Hearing her say his name in such a way opened a new door of emotions to him. Suddenly he felt like he could no longer contain in his need, his desire. He leaned in for another kiss and trailed a hand down her side, feeling the loose fabric of her nightgown underneath his fingers, and then...

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"Would you stop moaning? That's so gross!" Sakura yelled, waking him up from his slumber. Apparently it was morning and she had been watching over him for quite a while, hearing the noises that he was unconsciously making. His eyes shot open and he looked around, squinting from the sunlight.

"Why are you yelling? What'd I do?" He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. She raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

"You were moaning," she said, then frowned in disgust. "You were probably having a wet dream… I bet you have those often."

Syaoran blinked in confusion as he watched her disappear into the kitchen. What was she talking about? Then realization hit him and he grew silent.

'What a strange dream.' He ran a hand through his hair. 'Unfortunately no one can control what happens when asleep…' It wasn't a big deal, having that dream. He had already admitted to himself that she was cute. But he also convinced himself that he wouldn't get too close to her, and he was going to bind himself to his decision.

"Well? Are we going to have breakfast brought up or are we going for fast food?" She asked, looking into the refrigerator.

"Uh, I guess I can go get something." He stood up and grabbed his car keys. He wasn't really in the mood to go out, but he did want some time alone. Such a strange dream…

"You're going out looking like that? You just woke up, aren't you going to brush your teeth or anything?" She asked, slightly disgusted. He grabbed a jacket and opened the front door. Ignoring her call, he closed the door behind him and he walked off down the hall alone.

Rolling her eyes Sakura sat down on the couch and looked around. She was bored, surely there had to be something to do around this crummy place.

"Geeze, what does he do in his spare time?" She was looking around the counters and shelves, along with the drawers in the kitchen when she happened to come across a pile of magazines. Picking them up she read the covers off each one and sighed… they were all playboy magazines. "Why am I not surprised?" For some reason she brought them back with her to the sofa where she sat and pulled her legs up beneath her as she browsed through them one by one. It didn't take long before she had finished looking through one of the magazines, bewildered at how some of the girls managed to slide into those outfits. Some of the clothing was so tight she figured the models were probably bulimic... "How interesting," She said and turned the magazine to the side to look at it in more detail.

There was a sudden knock at the door a while later. Sakura had managed to bolt through most of the magazines by then and wasn't entirely repulsed by what she had seen, in fact, it fascinated her. She continued to look through the current magazine she was holding when Syaoran walked into the room, holding a bag of burgers.

"Geeze Sakura, way to open the door for me…" He said, walking towards her. "Here, try not to eat all of th... what are you doing!? " He dropped the food and ran over to her, grabbing the magazines out of her hands.

"What is it? Embarrassed that I found your secret stash of dirty magazines?" She snorted smartly. Syaoran turned away and replaced all the magazines back into the drawer they had come from.

"Never snoop through a man's belongings!"

"Well excuse ME!" She yelled, glaring at him. "Perhaps you've forgotten. I'm staying here now, there's nothing for me to do!"

"Yeah well find something to do!" He said, walking back to the burgers and picking them up. "Here, why don't you occupy yourself with these? And please, get fat while you're at it." He threw the burgers at her and she shielded herself with her arms as they bounced off her and onto the couch beside her. Her cheeks flushed in anger at his comment, and she clenched her fists at her sides. "Oh, my apologies, please get fat-TER while you're at it!"

Sakura launched herself from the sofa, ready to rip his throat out with her own bare hands. "You jerk! You expect me to sit here in this stupid hotel room with nothing to do while you go out and have fun?"

"Precisely." He answered, taking a bite out of his food. "And assuming you don't want your burger, I'll just save it so I can eat it later." Sakura glared at him as she watched him stuff her burger back into the bag.

"Give that to me." She grabbed the bag out of his hands, not willing to admit to defeat like all the other times before. "Jerk," Syaoran fought back a laugh and grinned as he chewed. Disgusted, she stuck her tongue out at him and walked towards his bedroom door.

"Ea' it slo' ya monsther." He called out to her, food flying out of his mouth as he spoke. He fought even harder to hold back his laughter when she slammed the door behind her.

With all joking aside, she could feel her hatred towards him grow stronger the more she was forced to be around him. How long was he going to keep her here for? Maybe one of these times he would forget to lock the door and leave it open? God she hated him…

"If only I could find a way to call Tomoyo..." She smiled wide at a sudden thought and threw her burger aside. There was no way Syaoran was going to stop her from contacting Tomoyo.

"I hope she stays in there." Syaoran said to himself, then turned towards the kitchen. Soon after, Sakura opened the door, peeking out into the room to see if he was anywhere nearby. Fortunately for her, he wasn't, he was facing away from the phone washing his hands in the sink while he talked to himself like an idiot. Her grin grew wider and she tip-toed out of the bedroom. She immediately started towards the phone, but if she wasn't careful he would turn around and catch her. Why hadn't she thought of this before? She hated her own stupidity… if she despised being here with him so much, then why was it so hard for her to come up with good escape plans?

"Gotcha," she whispered as she picked up the phone. Syaoran had dried his hands off on a towel and had turned around; catching her red-handed like she dreaded he would.

"What? Don't even think about it!" He said, ready to lunge out and grab the phone from her.

She quickly clutched the phone to her chest and darted towards the bathroom. Syaoran seethed under his breath and threw the towel to the side as he dashed after her, though sadly she had made it into the bathroom before he could get a hold of her. "Haha! Sucker!" she laughed through the door.

"Give me the phone, Sakura! Don't do anything stupid!" He called to her as he tried to get the door open. He wracked his brain for a solution and reached into his pocket for a paper clip to pick the lock with. He wasn't a spy for nothing.

"I'm going to call Tomoyo and tell her everything!" She held up the phone and began dialing Tomoyo's cell.

"Sakura, you can't!" He yelled, trying to open the door as he stalled for time. "You're making a big mistake."

"I already made a big mistake by ever meeting you in the first place!" She was about finished punching in the digits when it began to ring on its own.

She blinked in surprise. What were the chances of someone else calling at a time like this? "Uh, hello?" She answered.

Syaoran's heart flipped in his chest. "Who is it? Don't tell them anything!" He had finished bending the clip into a key and stuck it into the keyhole, moving it this way and that as he listened for a 'click'.

"Oh, hi Eriol!" Sakura said in sudden excitement. If anyone could help her, it was definitely him. She could hear Syaoran picking at the doorknob and she jumped for the doorhandle, holding her finger against the lock button so he couldn't unlock it.

"Shit..." He said, defeated. Also, his friend just had to choose the worst time to call. "I'm not going to let her tell him anything, she'll ruin all my plans." He mumbled. This time instead of trying the knob he began banging against the door with his body, willing to break it down if he had to. "Open the door Sakura!" He yelled.

'He's going to break the freaking door!' She thought in panic.

"I'm coming in!" He banged again.

"Hey Eriol, I need your hel… Oh? Yeah... I understand. I can come over now if you like, but I really need to tell you someth… Alright, that's great. Thanks, see you soon..." She had tried to explain to Eriol what was happening, but unfortunately she wasn't able to. He seemed too much in a hurry and barely let her say anything at all. She hung up and was about to open the door, but right when she did so, Syaoran pushed all of his body weight into his next lunge and ended up falling as the door flew open with Sakura standing in the place of where the door was supposed to be. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to brace herself for his sudden impact, but failed. Instead he fell right on top of her, the both of them landing on the tile roughly.

"What did you tell him?" He asked, his voice on the verge of yelling as he stared her in the eyes. She looked up at him lazily.

"I didn't tell him anything. He called to see if I could come over today, I told him I could." She answered, with the phone still in her hand. There was an awkward silence and she suddenly realized the position they were in. "Get off me!" She pushed his body off her and she struggled to pull herself up, grasping the phone in her hand as she reached up to the bathroom counter for assistance.

"I really don't trust you anymore, Sakura." He said, leaning against the wall as he stood.

"Well if none of this happened, you wouldn't be going through all this crap, and neither would I." She stated. And she was right, but it was still her fault for choosing to visit him that day…

"Yeah well if you hadn't come to that restaurant then I wouldn't have met you!" His voice rose dramatically as he stared her down. She seemed to grow silent at that comment and her expression softened.

"I wish I had never met you either..." She whispered, then turned around and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him alone to think. Syaoran was shocked, was she sad about what he just said? Didn't she hate him? He looked at where she had stood, his eyebrows furrowed together in anger as he noticed her make her way to the front door. "He's going to pick me up at the front. Come with me if you don't trust me, but believe it or not, I can't run away... I'm too annoying for anyone take me in." She said sarcastically before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

Syaoran suddenly felt guilty. He stared at the front door and began to think some more. Was her hating him just an act that she was playing? Maybe she actually had feelings for him. Maybe she wanted to hide it? He didn't know the answers to any of his own questions, and at the moment he was confused. The last thing he wanted to do was think on it anymore. Sakura... she wasn't like any other woman he had met. She was different and yes, challenging, but that's what made her unique. He sighed to himself.

"There's so much I need to learn about you Sakura, and I'll figure you out one of these days. One of these days…"

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A/N: Finished with this chapter! I wasn't allowed to upload anything new for a whole week, so I took that time to write new chapters for all of my stories! This was the last one I happened to finish in time and so I decided to upload all of my new chapters all in the same day. Though now I'm going to be taking a small break to think about how I can make my stories and chapters more interesting. Sorry if I make you wait too long! And again, please read and review. :)