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-Lone Crescent-

Summary: A suicidal-playboy Syaoran had been forced to see a therapist. That therapist is an unprofessional Sakura. But despite the lack of experience, Sakura will somehow heal the young man in another way… Love. SxS AU

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"First defense against evil - Open your damn eyes."
-Reese, Forever Knights

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I coughed one last time and forced a smile, "Quiet, aren't we?"

His hateful, amber eyes only kept it's place on my face.

"Um, please..." Sakura couldn't help but look down at her clipboard to find her patient's name, "Li Syaoran. Let me help you. I want to help move your life around in a different direction. A better direction. You just have to work with me here."

It took a few moments but his eyes seemed to had cast off some hatred from them.

I sighed in relief, "So... Mr. Li, your manager has told me that you could potentially have depression. Do you think this is true?"

Syaoran only shrugged, his eyes then lingered around my office, as if he lost interest in my face.

"Well... Let me list off some symptoms, and you tell me if you have that symptom or not," I suggested.

His fingers danced around the skin of my maroon sofa. What a weirdo.

"Okay."

Whoa! Was that his voice!? It was so deep, so husky, so sexy-- Sakura, Sakura. Get a freakin' hold of yourself!

I involuntarily gulped, "So... um... Do you have constant sadness?"

He nodded.

Aww, no more sexy voice?

"Irritability?"

He nodded again.

"Some trouble sleeping?"

Another nod.

"Low energy, or fatigue? Feeling worthless, or guilty for no reason? Significant weight change, Difficulty concentrating, or loss of interest in favorite activities?"

"Yes to them all," he replied, his scowl returning to his face.

His voice sent electric bolts down my spine, "Well... Mr. Li, I'm sorry but to confirm that you do have depression."

I waited for any kind of outburst, like throwing my coffee table overboard, or even some hysterical sobbing.

But he only seized to amaze me. He just scowled and nodded.

My mouth set into a thin line. I got out a list Tomoyo gave me that told me which kinds of specific prescriptions I should give to my patients.

My eyes scanned for the prescription for depression.

"PRISTIQ."

One of his eyebrows rose in a questioning way.

"It's a type of prescription that can treat your depression," I stated. I then got out the list of side effects that came with PRISTIQ.

"Gastrointestinal disturbance, headache, dry mouth, dizziness, blurred vision, tremor, nervousness, sexual dysfunction, suicidal tendencies and more. Those are the side effects I'm sorry to say. Just hope you're not the unlucky one..." I trailed off.

All of a sudden, his sexy, husky voice turned into a shrill outburst, "Sexual dysfunction!?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Filthymen.

"Like I said, just hope you're not one of the unlucky ones."

He suddenly brought himself to his feet, his finger wagging almost inches away from smacking myforehead, "Hell no LADY!" I could see a twitch in his eyes.

I stood up too, "Excuse me!?"

"I don't need this shit!" He screamed, tearing everything down in his way, "I don't need help, I don't need a new life, and I definitely-" his sharp piercing eyes turned to me, "-don't need YOU!"

I couldn't believe this! This handsome guy is actually a freakin' mother—!

To my embarrassment, I was gaping as he left my now trashed office.

I closed my mouth, my eyes, and sat on my sofa. There was some loud cursing and crashing outside in the hallway.

I... I can't do this...

My thought only ruined more of my day. And it's only eight A.M.

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My black heels softly clicked against the hard, run down pavement as I was rushing towards Ichihara's Cafe, Lone Crescent.

I held the tissue up to my face to hide any marks that showed that I had been crying, and then I finally opened the door and went inside.

I sighed. Ichihara's Cafe had always seemed to make me feel better-- it was so cozy. And plus, it was past closing hours now, so no noisy crowds.

I went down the white and brown aisles as I looked at all the booths and the lamps coming from the ceiling that made this place so classic, and so enjoyable.

A sudden hand on my shoulder spun me around and I met watery blue eyes.

"Hello, beautiful," Ichihara's silky smooth voice said as he kissed me full on the lips, smiling.

"Hi..." I looked away as I knew tears were starting to form once again.

His smile faded and his expression became troubled, "Aww, Sakura. What's wrong?" His strong arms slowly locked themselves around my upper body.

I gave in and sobbed my eyes out.

"Ichi! I can't be a therapist!" I whined, putting a lot of emphasis on 'therapist.'

"Ssh," he said, rubbing his hands on my back, "Don't say such nonsense, Sakura."

We pulled back and I managed a pout through my tears. He laughed.

"Now, we both know that you're very smart and you can practically do anything once you put your mind to it!"

"But, Ichi I-"

"No buts, Sakura. Don't you remember telling me that you would stop at nothing until your patient's lives are all fixed and they are all capable of leading healthy, responsible lives?" He waited for my argument... But I came up with nothing.

"I hate you. You're always right..." He laughed again and kissed my forehead, then my lips again. He brought his finger up to my face to wipe away the tears.

"Now get back in there and be tough! You can do this!" He said, shooting his hand up in an encouraging triumph.

I finally smiled, "Thanks Ichi. You know I love you right?"

"Yes, but you don't know how much I love you," He gave me a flirty wink, "Now I gotta really close up this place. See you tomorrow?"

I nodded, then started to walk to the exit..

"Oh, and about the string undies..." he looked back at me, a blush forming.

"What!?" I yelled, "You actually thought I would-- Oh nevermind, go away Ichi!" I laughed.

That's all I had to do. I just had to come to my wonderful Ichihara and things would had worked out.

I wiped away the old tears and with a brimming smile, walked to my apartment.

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Syaoran's POV

I threw the wii remote at my flat screen T.V. and scowled evilly at the Super Smash Brothers Brawl Game. What a waste of money. Though I still had enough.

I then crossed my arms and slouched like a child as my character, Link, was being beaten with multiple weaponry.

The front door creaked open as Eriol entered with his loud footsteps.

I heard his footsteps falter as I knew he was observing my surroundings.

"Did Mawio make little Syao mad again?" Eriol mocked, imitating a child's voice.

I quickly grabbed the wii remote I threw and chucked it at his face. I missed by one centimeter.

He laughed, gliding across the room and sitting by my side in the giant sofa, "The therapy session didn't go too well I suppose?"

I snorted, "That woman's a lunatic."

"She's a lunatic for helping you?" Eriol suddenly spat, "She's a lunatic for trying to help you out by getting your life back on track? She's a lunatic--"

"Okay Eriol! I freaking get it, okay!?" I screamed, standing up and raising my arms in defeat.

Eriol stayed seated, keeping a calm, cool face as he went on, "She only wants to help you."

"Well, she isn't doing it right," I say stubbornly, looking at my flat screen saying 'GAME OVER.'

"No, she is," he said firmly, his dark blue eyes turned icy.

I gulped. I was even afraid when he did that, "W-well..." I stuttered. Shit.

He cold expression soon left as he face turned away from me, "You need a reason to live... let her find one for you, Syaoran."

My shoulders slumped in defeat, but I wasn't happy about it.

Eriol finally turned towards me again, giving me a small smile, "Got it?"

"Got it..." I muttered, slumping back into the couch, "Watch. Tomorrow morning, I might even be gone!"

The smile disappeared from his face, "Don't even joke about that, asshole."

I laughed and growled, "We'll see..."

I guess I deserved that punch on the face.

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Back to Sakura's POV

"If he doesn't come in today, Sakura-chan, I will personally kick his ass!" Tomoyo declared after I told her about the whole incident. We were in my office, drinking coffee and eating donuts.

I sweatdropped. Oh, Tomoyo, "Please don't get arrested..."

She furiously shook her head and was about to say something when we heard my door open.

The handsome jerk coolly leaned against the wall, "I'm here," he said without enthusiasm.

Tomoyo glared at him, then held up her hand to her mouth as she let out one of her shrilly laughs.

She finally left the room, leaving Li and myself to stare awkwardly at each other.

I then thought of all the encouragement Ichihara and Tomoyo had given me and I stood proud, "Welcome back, Li," I even let out a smile, "I hope we can work together on this."

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Sure." That jerk!

I resisted the urge to slap him and sat on my maroon sofa, putting down my coffee and donut. He sat down on the opposite sofa.

"Look behind you," I said suddenly.

He gave me a questioning look, but looked behind him.

His eye twitched as he observed the 'horny-making-out couple.'

"Turns you on, doesn't it?" I said jokingly.

Maybe he might had thought I was being too literal, because he gave me this really disgusted look.

Oh great. Li's second impression of Sakura:

She's a lunatic that likes peeping at other people's 'business.'

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