Flexible Fact of the Day:

Peptic ulcers happen when the acids that help you digest food damage the walls of the stomach or duodenum. The most common cause is infection with a bacterium called Heliobacter pylori. Another cause is the long-term use of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory medicines (NSAIDs) such as aspirin and ibuprofen. Stress and spicy foods do not cause ulcers, but can make them worse.

Send all the thanks to my beta reader. She's amazing.

Flexible Strings Attached

By MoshiMoshiQueen

Beta Reader: Lera

Thoughts

"Talking"

(Author Talking)

Previously on Flexible Strings Attached

Syaoran was faced with stressful situation… Sakura! When he agreed to rest and take yoga lessons, he didn't know that his instructor was going to be beautiful. Sakura is affected by the handsome businessman, but has recently gotten out of bad relationship and isn't taking any chances.

Now on to Flexible Strings Attached

Sakura really didn't have to push Syaoran in a wheel chair towards her car, but she felt more comfortable not having him walking near her. This way she didn't have to face him or her feelings for him.

She shook her head. There are no feelings developing, Sakura she told herself, but deep down she knew she was lying.

Syaoran kept his eyes closed. All of the clean, white walls were making him sick. Why was it that a hospital could make you feel worse instead of better? He noticed that all of the nurses turned their heads around when they saw him. He could practically feel them hunting him with their eyes as they licked their chops. Geez, even when he was ill females were still attacking him.

When Sakura wheeled him out front he was hit with the wonderful city scent of smog and pollution. Cars were rushing around in a hurry as their occupants grumbled and yelled. It was like music to his ears.

In front of him was a tiny baby blue car, which he knew had to be Sakura's. It fit her personality to a tee. Innocent, cheerful and feminine. It was a mini cooper with black leather seats and a charming winged cat that hung from the rearview mirror. Her windows were tinted slightly and her car was equipped with all the necessary items such as a CD player, automatic windows and air conditioner.

"Okay," Sakura breathed out, "Here's my car. Do you need help getting in?"

"It's okay. I think I can manage," he said to relieve her.

He slowly pushed himself up and into the car as she returned the wheel chair to the hospital nurses, who were standing at the doorway watching Syaoran leave.

Sakura cheerfully strapped herself into her vehicle and turned on some pop music that she hummed along to. When they entered the New York rush hour Sakura suddenly turned into a mad woman.

"Get out of my way bastards! You don't own this street, so stop mingling on it!" she shouted out her car window as Syaoran blinked in surprise.

"Shut up hoe!" the passenger yelled.

"Who you calling a hoe, jackass? Stop holding up traffic with your whining."

Sakura suddenly turned into a NASCAR driver and swerved around so hard that Syaoran started praying for his life. He desperately wanted to return back to the hospital even if it meant facing the female vultures.

The car then came to a complete halt and Syaoran slowly opened up his eyes only to see that he was not only alive, but in front of his apartment building. He rushed out of the car and started kissing the ground.

Sakura started laughing and answered all of his questions by saying, "I use to be a taxi driver. I get a little crazy sometimes."

She spun around a little in awe, "This is your apartment building? It's huge!"

Syaoran answered sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess."

"You guess? My apartment is so small. I can barely do any of my exercises."

Thinking about Sakura exercising, sweating and flexing heated up Syaoran's body and he rushed towards the entrance of his building.

"Master Li it's good to see you back. Are you feeling better?" the usher, Hishimo, asked as he opened the door for Syaoran.

"Yes, much better thanks."

Hishimo raised his eyebrows in surprise as Sakura walked in after Syaoran. Syaoran never brought women to his apartment. Never. "Welcome miss."

Sakura's smiled widened, "Want to come work outside of my apartment building? You would make my day."

"I would if I could miss," he said back happily.

"I believe you," Sakura commented as she winked and followed Syaoran into the building.

She gasped as she entered the building. It was truly beautiful with it's huge staircase, ruby red carpet, and brilliant furniture.

"You've got to be kidding me. This place is ridiculously. Can I please live here? Please??" Sakura said in awe.

Syaoran's lips parted in a smile. He was used to women who always wanted more and would never spin around in awe. Her innocence was so attractive that he almost reached out and hugged her. Shaking of the scary feeling of want, Syaoran led her towards the elevator were he was bombarded with people who wanted to wish him well with his recovery. Then the flashes went off. The reporters surrounded him spewing out questions and taking pictures.

Sakura sheepishly followed him through the crowd and tried to ignore the stares and the comments about her. Everyone was in complete shock by her presence. Syaoran never brought women home. She grabbed on to his hand, so she wouldn't get lost in the plethora of people (yeah, big word right ). This fueled even more gossip and when the door closed behind them, people rushed around to tell everyone the news.

Li Syaoran had a new woman and it was serious.

"I'm really sorry about that. I didn't know that all of those people and reporters would be there. I didn't mean for your privacy to be ruined."

Their hands were still interlocked as Sakura answered, "It's okay. Tomoyo-chan will get a kick out of my picture being in the paper."

Just as Syaoran was about to say something the elevator beeped and they landed on his floor. "Here we are. Home sweet home."

When the doors opened Sakura squealed in pleasure and sent shivers up Syaoran's spine. "This place is awesome!"

She ran around the room excitedly. His place was decorated in a masculine style with dark hues of green and blue. The wood was a dark mahogany and the carpet was sterling white and plush. Sakura's feet sunk into and she was in heaven.

"I could die here and be happy. You never told me your apartment was a mansion!"

"I'm glad you like it." And he truly was glad. He somehow was looking for approval from her and that scared him. No woman's opinion had mattered so much.

"Okay, let's get started."

"Started with what?"

"With getting you healthy of course! First we must get rid of all of the food that will cause you pain. So, all the spicy food must go," Sakura said as she raided his cabinets which were surprisingly empty, "Don't you eat?"

Syaoran turned bright red in embarrassment, "I haven't been feeling really hungry lately. I usually pick up some small things at a local coffee shop."

"Well, the ulcer made you have the loss of appetite, but you should really eat healthy meals everyday. How about we go out to eat tonight? I'll take you to a place with great, healthy meals."

Seeing the scared expression on Syaoran's face caused Sakura to burst out laughing, "Don't worry its not all leaves and kosher things. I promise."

"I trust you."

"I just need to get something to wear. I guess we could run to my place and grab something," Sakura commented as she ran her fingers down Syaoran's beautiful, marble fireplace.

Syaoran watched her hands in fascination and blushed when he realized that he wanted those fingers to trace him so delicately. "How about I buy something for you?"

"Oh, no. I couldn't do that!" she said turning around with despair written on her face.

"Just think of it as a gift for taking care of me. I really appreciate your help, Sakura," he murmured as he took her hands in his.

Blushing she agreed, "Okay, but nothing too expensive. How are we going to get past the reporters hording downstairs?"

"There are stairs that lead out the back. That is one of the reasons I choose this place," he said as he led her down the hidden stairs.

Sakura was so excited to go shopping. She led Syaoran around happily moving from store to store. She tried on everything from crazy, bright dresses to huge hats and scarves. Her energy pumped Syaoran up and he let go and settled down to enjoy the day. He usually hated shopping, but Sakura made everything he hated into an adventure.

"Oh, look at that dress!" Sakura pointed to a deep emerald dress that was made from a silky material and plunged at the neckline.

"What do you think, Syaoran-kun?"

Syaoran drooled just thinking about that dress wrapped around Sakura's figure, "It's uh great."

She happily tried it on and raised Syaoran's blood pressure to the point where he thought he was going to faint.

"It looks great. Really brings out your eyes, miss," the shop clerk commented as Sakura spun around.

After purchasing the dress Sakura hugged Syaoran tightly, "Thank you so much! I've never had something that beautiful."

Just as Syaoran tried to deepen the hug the reporters popped up and caught the 'couple' hugging. Syaoran grabbed Sakura's hand and started to run. They lost the press and headed up the secret stairs towards Syaoran's apartment.

They doubled over in laughter and rolled over the lush carpet holding onto their stomachs. "You should have seen their faces when we ditched them. They ran around like chickens with their heads cut off."

Sakura pushed herself up onto her side and looked at Syaoran dreamily. She let herself dream for a second before shaking her head. At that moment Syaoran looked up at her and they were nose to nose. They both held their breath and breathed heavily as their lips inched closer. Just as they were about to kiss someone flung open the door.

"Syaoran-kun!!!"

Question and Answer Section

Q: So, who could it possibly be?

A: You'll find out next time No hints

Q: How dare they interrupt a perfect, kawaii moment between our favorite couple?

A: Yes, how dare this person! But, it makes for a great cliffy, right?

Q: I hate cliffhangers

A: That is because you aren't a writer

Q: So people think your fanfic is cute, yes?

A: With this fanfic I tried to step away from the serious situations and just make it romantic and funny. That's why I added the bit about Sakura driving like a maniac.

Q: That was pretty funny. What do you have to say to the critics?

A: Bring it on. Seriously I like a great challenge. Although flamers usually hide like cowards. They turn off their messaging and hide their emails. They are all talk. I think they are afraid of rebuttal. They don't usually write fanfics either. I guess they don't have the talent to.

Q: Whoa. Where did that come from?

A: Today I read this flamer's review of one of my friend's stories (you might know her, Wolf Blossom). She is very talented and this flamer ticked me off. They created the account just to flame her. It's ridiculous.

Q: You haven't had a flamer in a while. You think you can handle it?

A: Like I said. Bring it on. I cannot only take, but dish it back.

Q: Any last words?

A: How about… don't mess with me? Lol.