My Lover, I mean Roommate!
Standard Disclaimer Applied
Author's Notes: Thank YOU sooo much for all those lovely reviews!!! And I'm writing this and getting this out quicker than the last, possibly to make you people happy? Lol. Well, the idea came so I had to get it out of my head right? I will try and finish this by the end of the year…just because the timing is set near Christmas (considering what I said was worn, just think of it as dramatic weather change –lol- well, I was trying to portray fall/spring-wear clothing anyways…)
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Chapter 4You know when a person starts to "drown," also known as "lose conscious," their eyes close and body starts to shut down due to the lack of oxygen and etcetera? Thus, when Syaoran dived down, he covered my lips with his own and breathed into me, trying to keep me "awake" as he hauled me back up the surface. (And if you really want to know, the "air felt/tasted" minty…)
So then he hauled me back to the "shore" and there was the end of that story. Yes, it ended with his wet brown hair dripping water onto the floor and me sitting there, coughing for my dear life. Wait—hold on just two more minutes.
Slap.
Everything comes with a price. And technically, even if the kiss was for my life, I didn't give consent to it. –wink- Besides, I was wearing a white blouse today and he had to go ahead and be such a pervert to stare at my body when the blouse clung to me like second skin.
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I woke up with someone hugging me from my back. Déjà vu much? Not really…
Truth is, I haven't slept a wink. You see, Syaoran-kun here decided to glomp (more like cuddle) me the whole night so I was barely able to move for the night. (I lost the bet remember?) Plus, after he fell asleep, his hands wandered off in code red zones. So I had to keep smacking his hands away. I really should've asked for a rematch or something because getting deprived off sleep is AWFUL. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. I loveeee sleeping. I use to oversleep when I was younger and still attending school (I still do now) and arrive late to class nearly everyday. Plus, there are side symptoms to being deprived of sleep! Namely:
I wake up cranky.
I yell at my boss—just kidding. I still value my job…well…the salary. Christmas is COMING SOON! It is… late November, but Thanksgiving passed. Must get… err… three people presents? Actually, including my father and brother… five. Oh! And ME! Six!
And my boss' boss sleep talks. Saying. My. Name. Nonetheless.
"Saku—ra." He murmured (sounds quite seductively may I add). Syaoran snuggled closer to my body, burying in face in my hair and tightens his hold on me. Then he flung his leg over mine. Possessive aren't we? I really wonder if he's having perverted dreams about me because this is insane. (A/N: I'll give you one of his dreams probably next chapter or so. ;)
RINGGG RINGGG RINGGG
Syaoran mumbled something inaudible to my ears because of the disruption.
And for once in my lifetime, I never would've thought I'd be happy to hear the alarm clock ring. I didn't shut it off till his eyes were wide open and his hands were off from my body.
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The next day… Previously on Card Captor Sakura…I'm just kidding. But in a way, I really want to be Sakura Avalon—get the erase card and erase Syaoran. No, not the Syaoran in Card Captor Sakura (if I do, I think I won't be living another second from Syaoran fans), rather, erase the Li Syaoran from the real world. And yes, I meant:
Li Syaoran.
LI SYAORAN.
I officially hate that entire name. All I get from that name is misfortune, misfortune, and more misfortune. What did I ever do to deserve this?! Kami-sama? Answer me please! If karma really exists, was I that terrible of a person in my previous life? WHY???
I'm officially moving up to the 30th floor as Li Syaoran's new secretary. I'm currently holding a cube-shape brown box of my folders, desk materials, and some personal things like pictures, riding the elevator up to the 30th floor. God forbid the elevator ever stop working. Because if it does, I'm in a deep crap. I really despise going up all the way to one of the top floors because even if I'm on time for work, just waiting to get up there would make me late and then I would end up hearing Syaoran tease me for being late. Now because of my "promotion," I'm going to have to wake up earlier to get to work on time. Life sucks and it's all because of—
"I HATE YOU LI SYAORAN!!!"
Power shuts off.
I groaned out loud. You've got to be kidding me. Out of the entire 365 days (actually this company had been around more than that…but does it look like I'm going to tell you about a boring company's history?) that it could ever shut down, it just had to be the day I'm in it. You see? You see now? That name brings me the worse of the worse.
I placed the box on the floor and went over to push the emergency button. "Hello? Hello?"
Lovely. No one answered. I took out my cell phone and… found out it was out of battery. Great… I guess I'll just have to wait here. I sat down leaning on the right side of the elevator.
Oh… I forgot to tell you how exactly did I get a promotion to get stuck in this elevator right? Well…let's rewind a bit.
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Rewind to one day backI ran out of Eriol's room, one hand holding a dark blue folder and the other shutting the door rapidly, producing a slamming sound. Why? Well, I'm not the best of a secretary and my old habit returned. Old habit meaning "spill coffee –hot coffee— on Eriol morning routine." And I heard something fell…he chucked something at me… but I evaded the first folder and was smart enough to run out of his office fast enough. Now, my dear friend Eriol here, is usually not violent. In fact, he is very calm and collected. However, that all changed when I accidentally spilled the coffee on his little friend…and considering he's marrying Tomoyo soon, I don't think he'd like it if his little friend went on vacation.
I sat back down on my spinning chair (you know, the ones with wheels—but not the large manager chairs) and sipped my coffee. Mmmmm…
Anyways, I opened up the folder that I had to "work" on and started working. After a while, I finished the boring document and being bored, subconsciously, the pen I was holding starting to "move on its own." That is, I started to doodle on a spare sheet of white paper. With my red pen, I drew some random scribbles, creatively "drawing" my name, and then I wrote S.O.S. in the middle. Next to each letter, I wrote some letters following the larger letters in a smaller—much smaller make that, font. I wrote—
OH! It's lunchtime!!! I'm going out for lunch today so I'll be right back! Thus, I closed the folder with the paper in it and left it on the edge of my desk like that.
And somehow it got to the "get to Mr. Li pile."
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Syaoran's POV"I WANT GRANDCHILDREN SYAORAN! How many more days are you going to deprive me of them?!" My mother, Li Yelan yelled at me over the phone.
'Tell me again why she's calling me during work hours again?'"LI SYAORAN!!" I distanced my cell phone away from my eardrums. God. Women and their screaming these days!
"Yes, mother?"
"When is Miss Kinomoto going to become Mrs. Li Syaoran?"
Man, mothers are bold. Yes, I'm in love with Sakura. I've dropped so many hints throughout my 12 years, 330 days, 12 hours and 16 minutes of crushing on her—from puppy love to falling hard for her. Sucks to be me, but I love her nonetheless. Teasing her? "Bullying" (as she calls it) her? That's just my weird way of showing affection towards her.
"Soon." And as soon as I get my fiancé, we're getting out of that crappy apartment—the keyhole to the front door is really crappy.
Knock knock
I put my hand over the receiver, "Come in."
My secretary placed the stack of paperwork, folders, whatever and left and I listened to my mother complain about me "being too slow on asking her to marry me"—or something like that.
I flipped open the first document as I heard my mother continue about…whatever—the top had S.O.S. and the bottom had many random doodles and then Sakura's name—SAKURA'S NAME on it. OH GOD! MY BELOVED IS IN TROUBLE!!!
"Bye mother, gotta go! Call you back later! (cough-some-time-in-the-not-so-near-future-cough)" I said hurriedly.
"But Sya—" I ended the call and called for a private helicopter (I'm rich remember?) that my family owns. I paced rapidly for 5 minutes with the paper in my hands and finally it came. Needless to say, I slammed my window open and jumped out—the window. Of course, I didn't fall down…ok I did, but they had those "hanging ladder thingies," so I'm not going to be dead yet.
"Down to the fifth floor—hurry! I'M COMING SAKURA! WAIT FOR ME! I'LL—"
BANGBuilding shake, birds fly. Scene becomes shaky.
Somehow, when the helicopter started to descend, they flung me into the wall. Who the hell of a bastard invented bricks? This hurts! Anyhow, we continued to descend downwards after leaving a "1 arm, 2 legs, 1 head figure and the other arm holding a ladder shape" of me into the wall.
"save you." I finished, grumbling.
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Sakura's POV"Today's going to be—" I entered the office of the floor that I worked on, smiling brightly from a good lunch. I twirled twice like a little girl, my fluffy light green skirt fanning out.
"SAKURA! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" came Li Syaoran's voice from…Eriol's room as he slammed the door open, papers flew everywhere, and Eriol's door needs fixing too.
"the worse day ever." I finished. Syaoran ran towards me, glass pieces all over his body, everywhere except his face. His head had a small red bump too.
"What the heck happened to you?" I asked him.
"I should be asking you that Saku!" He "disappeared" from his current spot and suddenly appeared next to me, holding a magnifying glass (don't know where he got that from), examining me.
"What are you doing, Li Syaoran?!" I asked him.
"Are you hurt anywhere? Kura?"
"Lose the nicknames! Now tell me why are you here." I commanded.
"Well, I got a your note-holds up the paper- and…" I snatched the paper out of his hands in a flash and scanned over the paper. It's just the paper I doodled on earlier.
"See? It says S.O.S." He pointed.
"I suppose you need glasses, Mr. Li." I shoved the paper very close to his face.
Sakura Outsmarts Syaoran.
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"OUCH! Can't you be more gentler Kura?" My eyebrows twitched in annoyance of the new nickname as I cleaned his cut.
"Can't you stop complaining Syao?" Surprisingly, he grinned at my new nickname for him. It's not supposed to work this way…
"I'd love to hear you scream out my name like that in bed."
BAM–blows the hot air off my fist- I made sure his injuries got worst than they already were.
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Back to Present…Why the hell did I write that? I don't know… maybe because I want to feel intelligent for once in my life? Syaoran always did better in everything, ranging from English, Music, History, Science to Math. Hells, his best subject was math…precisely why he's running the company "awesomely." Me? I hated math. It's even worse than Syaoran himself. Perhaps, that's why Eriol never gave me any finance related documents…
In the end, Syaoran ridiculously named some "bad qualities" of his secretary like sleeping during work time, crappy calculating skills, very unorganized, and clumsy. In other words, he basically said my bad qualities than his secretary and still he made Eriol switch secretaries with him. Eriol obviously agreed immediately, thinking no one would spill coffee on him ever again…
Now you're probably wondering how did my "folder" got to Syaoran. Well you see, a lady from my floor and some other lady had a cat fight over a guy, their fight led to slamming down my desk, knocking my things down. Then some person took it and put in the "delivery" section and somehow it got delivered to the 30th floor. (Some lady told me that when I was "packing my things.")
Therefore, that's what caused my entire promotion (I loveee the new salary by the way) and my misery for now—
-power starts up again-
The elevator seemingly got fixed and started moving up the floors again, so I picked up my box of personal items and waited for floor number 30.
DING!
"SAKURA-CHAN!!!" Syaoran embraces me affectionately or tried to. He failed hugging me because I had my box of materials forming a gap between us. I looked at him. Syaoran's a fast healer… the marks are more or less gone. It doesn't even seem like he got hurt in any way.
"Ready to work?" Syaoran asked me, smirking… I have a very bad feeling… He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to my new desk. I gaped at how much work he put on my table.
I sat down and opened the first document.
Profit Report
Shit.
—and forever.
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Author's Notes: Well, I had the S.O.S. idea inspired by none other than Ouran High School Host Club (I loved and still love that anime) right after I finished the last chapter, but didn't really know what kind of situation or reason to put it in. Thank you Kumiko Yuka for providing the "get Sakura as Syaoran's new secretary" idea as that just pulled a knot together. Ne wayz, read and review please:)
xxIrui