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Chapter 3

-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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"The greatest harm can result from the best intentions."

~Stone of Tears

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"Hey, Peeper," murmured Syaoran as he slumped into his maroon sofa. It has been two weeks now. I'm surprised I even survived this long with this... nevermind.

My eye twitched violently, "Don't call me that," I said through my teeth.

My back was turned from him, and I took a very deep breath before I said anything.

"Eriol..." I said slowly, "told me you tried to jump off your balcony again," I turned my head slightly to watch his reaction.

His face turned beet red, "Um.."

I couldn't keep my serious composure. My body was shaking with the uncontrollable snickering, and then it turned into a hysterical fit of laughter.

He grabbed my clipboard which was sitting on my coffee table and hurled it towards me.

I managed to dodge it even though everything was blurred through my tears.

After a few moments, I finally seemed to have calmed down. When I sat in my maroon sofa, he averted his eyes from my smiling gaze.

I straightened my black skirt and spoke again, "But..." I must have looked like the Cherise cat now, "A nail on the balcony had seemed to had held onto your undies... hehe..."

His gaze was still turned from me, looking out at the windows, also trying to avoid looking at the making-out couple. Don't those people ever get tired!?

"Kami-sama certainly doesn't want you to die yet..." I murmured, my gaze turning softer.

His dark amber eyes looked at me, but his face was still turned to the direction of the windows.

"You told me you might had gotten depression by your lifestyle. The I-can-have-anything-in-the-world lifestyle," I picked up my clipboard which had landed by my feet.

He still didn't say anything but his eyes were still staring intensely at me.

"Syaoran... do you have anyone special in your life?"

"You mean, instead of just flings?" he said in that husky voice of his, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, "No! Someone that... makes you whole..." I didn't know how to word it.

His head fully turned my way, his eyes suddenly wide in wonder. The pose he had-- a serious look, slouching body and crossed arms-- made him seem like a young boy.

His fingers glided through the messy brown of his hair, "I've never thought of having someone... special."

"Maybe you should start looking. It'll help you," I smiled wider.

His gaze held mine.

"Okay."

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-Syaoran's POV-

It's not that easy, you lunatic of a woman!

Syaoran was leaning against a tree, hiding from the sunshine that gave Tokyo it's vibrant atmosphere. He was still thinking of Sakura's words of that morning session.

He adjusted his sunglasses as women passed by him and ogled him like a prize to take home.

Slime. You're all slime, ladies, he thought. But he gave them all a smile nonetheless, causing some squealing.

After a few moments of annoying women chatter, his amber eyes spotted a nice little cafe. Lone Crescent.

Syaoran shrugged and went in.

The Cafe was actually darker than it would been presumed on the outside. It suited Syaoran's tastes just fine.

His legs led him into a cozy booth, a small lamp hanging out of the ceiling lighting it with a welcoming aura. He sat himself down and breathed out a sigh.

"How may I help you today, sir?" said a rather boyish voice. But when Syaoran averted his attention to whoever was speaking to him, it was man with a sandy complexion to him.

"Just a French vanilla coffee please," Syaoran said, turning back to his own world to dismiss the waiter.

"Sure," said the waiter cheerily, and he left.

After a while, Syaoran actually jumped when the waiter set his coffee down.

"Oops, didn't mean to scare you..." the man chuckled.

Syaoran just ignored him, "Thanks."

Then suddenly, the waiter decided to sit on the opposite side of the booth with Syaoran, "You okay, man?"

"I'm not gay," Syaoran said without meaning to.

The waiter only laughed more, "No worries there, I have a girlfriend. Anyways, my name is Ichihara, what's yours?"

What a weirdo, thought Syaoran, He just gave me his first name as if we were already friends!

"Li."

"Well, Li-san, is anything bothering you?" Ichihara smiled.

Syaoran finally gave in, hoping this weirdo would just go away after he answered him, "Just having some problems with my life."

Ichihara's eyes brightened, "Oh! Would you want a therapist?"

The nerve of this guy!

"My girlfriend," he went on, "Is a therapist, Kinomoto Sakura. Maybe you'd like to see her?"

Huh?

The man had Syaoran's full attention now. So this is Sakura's boyfriend?

Syaoran suddenly felt very competitive, as if he somehow had to prove himself to this guy.

"I know her."

"Oh?"

"She's pretty hot." What was he saying!?

Syaoran watched Ichihara's face. Maybe that little sign of irritation on his face was just his imagination? "Yeah... she is," said the man, guardedly.

"Better watch her closely," Syaoran stood up, taking his cup of coffee with him and setting down money to pay for his coffee, "Or I just might steal her."

And he silently walked off, leaving a very surprised and irritated Ichihara.

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-Tomoyo's POV-

There was this aura that surrounded Eriol at which I just couldn't distance myself from.

From the very beginning, when we were introduced to one another, I couldn't keep my elegant composure in place. He always had me giggling, smiling.

But being completely annoyed with the fact that Eriol had just introduced me to his beautiful girlfriend, actually disappointed me.

I was angry at myself for being so charmed so easily.

All I ever wanted was to record wonderful moments of my kawaii Sakura's life!

But Kami-sama wanted me to get a life. Unfortunately.

And so He brought this charming man in my life and along with him, a rival.

I don't want to be challenged, Kami-sama!

"Miss Daidouji?"

Tomoyo snapped back into reality, "Oh dear, forgive me. I must had spaced out for a minute there! That is so rude of me!"

Eriol smiled wearily, while his girlfriend rolled her eyes and clung onto Eriol's arm.

The sudden thoughts that boiled in Tomoyo's mind even scared her.

I'm losing myself, thought Tomoyo, as she was being brought back to the happy couple's conversation.

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-Back to Sakura's POV-

As I entered Lone Crescent, I was surprised at how busy and overcrowded it had become.

I squirmed my way through loud crowds and strained my eyes to search and spot my dear Ichihara.

Finally, after much circling of the Cafe, I found Ichihara serving a group of teenagers.

"Ichihara!" I said cheerily, as Ichihara walked away from the table.

His eyes seemed fazed, but a smile was still brought up upon his face, "Sakura!"

After a hug and a few loving kisses, I stood back and frowned, "What's wrong, Ichi? You look like you've seen a ghost! You're so pale!"

Ichihara only shook his head, forcing a smile, "It's nothing. Don't worry," He kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry but I have to take this order back to the kitchen. We'll hang out later on this week."

And with that, Ichihara left me standing in the middle of the Cafe with a very worried expression.

"I love you, Ichi!" I screamed through the madness.

"Me too, beautiful!" he responded, smiling again to reassure me that nothing was wrong.

But if only she knew how bad Syaoran's words had penetrated through Ichihara. Ichihara knew that he shouldn't listen to that stranger, but he couldn't stand the idea of ever losing Sakura.

He wouldn't lose to that guy.

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A/N: Finally! The story is set in motion. Hope you all stay in tune!

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