Bad Girl

Chapter 16

Men, as women like to think, can be so easily manipulated. Although they don't believe they have any weaknesses and they are the dominant creature with strength beyond belief, their desires get the best of them. A simple little black dress can have a man gawking for hours believe it or not. So as Sakura posed for the not one, but many cameras Syaoran proceeded down the stairs with Meiling right behind him.

By the time he reached the last step; his eyes were captured by the charming beautiful sexiness Sakura portrayed more to the camera. Of course, Meiling and the Li family didn't miss his longing distraction. In fact, they favourably brought it up with Meiling taking the opportunity to catch Syaoran off guard and push him right to Sakura, And they got they wanted… all of them. And I mean all of them.

"Wooooot wheeeeeeeewwwww!!!"

"Kiss her again!!!"

"We have a picture!!"

"Yes!!! It deserves the PERFECT COUPLE award!"

"Is there such a thing?"

"No… Let's make one!!!"

"SHUT UP!!!!"

"You shut up dear brother…"

"Beautiful Sakura could take care of that for us."

"Easily…"

"And he'd love it too!"

"Definitely!"

"Come on…" Syaoran grabbed Sakura's hand and slipped on his shoes and opened the pallid front door. "I can't take this anymore, we're going."

"Going where?"

"On a date?"

"A date!"

"A make-out date?"

"Oh dear…"

"Don't go too far."

"Would you like us to come?"
"That would be a brilliant idea!!"

"We'll give all the perfect advice…"

"For the perfect couple that is!"

"We'll get Sakura to go dancing with Syaoran again!"

"They can dance… the taaannngoooo!!"

"The dance of looovee!!"

"Yes! Now we have to come!"

"NO!" Syaoran bellowed before slamming the front door rudely to his sisters and cousin. Families could be a pest and bother the hell out of you, but somehow you manage to still love them because they'll always be there. And for that, Syaoran's family was still there, continuing their little taunts happily.

"He wants to be alone with her…"

"Right, we shouldn't take their bonding away from them."

"I hope he does the right things!"

"I hope he doesn't get distracted by any other girl."

"We dressed Sakura appropriately for that kind of situation."

"He won't be able to keep his eyes off her!"

"I wish she would've worn that tube top and mini skirt."

"But did you see the way he kissed her?"

"You mean how long?"

"The way his hands embraced her immediately?"

"Or the way he was lost in her?"

"Or how about…hmmm… all that was just mentioned?"

"No, no, no!! It wasn't just that!"
"Than what was it Fanran?"

"He kissed her!" Fanran exclaimed having her family stare at her in complete absurdity. Wasn't that obvious that he kissed her? Pretty sure that was already registered through there minds. "…Syaoran purposely kissed her!"

"Fanran, Fanran, Fanran…" Feimei tsked shaking her head and crossing her arms. "Meiling, our cousin, did the honours of pushing Syaoran, our hopelessly dazed lovesick brother, to his new and soon to be official beautiful girlfriend/wifey, Sakura."

"Feimei!!" The exiled girl stuck out her bottom lip and creased her eyebrows. Her hands balled on either side of her with her shoulders slightly uplifted. "Even if Syaoran was pushed by Meiling, Sakura would only get a simple graze hopefully on her lips…"
"So…" Shiefa looked up thoughtfully. "He was intentionally being showy?"

The others stood appalled, realizing… Yes, that sounded a lot like their brother/cousin. It was (gulp) possible he was being one step ahead of them. He was of course… a Li after all. Fanran shrugged as the all looked at each other.

"Fannierannie's right…" Fuutie sighed and closed her eyes for the second. "Our little brother took the initiative to play along. His motions were direct; a little too direct…"

"He's up to something…" Feimei rubbed the groove between her forefinger and thumb along her chin.

"It's the Li brilliance." Meiling concluded as they all quietly thought up the rationality to their dearest Syaoran's actions.
Naturally, Syaoran had a little plan of his own. A little twisting here, manipulating there and some sly, smooth moves in the whole thing itself. Doesn't he always seem to have a plan? He was your regular teenaged genius; a psychopath with no particular psychotic problem. A magician revealing no secrets, not even his occupation!

xxx

"Hop on." Syaoran passed her the extra helmet as he revved up his bike. It was different mind you… new, sharp, clean, silver, and roaring to go! It was a latest Suzuki model that Syaoran decided… no, needed to get. Sakura looked at him then the helmet he passed her in her hands, then at the empty space of the seat behind him he expected her 'hop on' to.

"What?" Her eyebrows raised and there was a small tug at her lip on one side. "I'm the person along for the ride?"

"Yes." Syaoran snapped up the visor, giving her an annoyed look. "This isn't your bike."

"Fine." Sakura pressed her lips shut, put the helmet on and climbed over, wrapped her arms around Syaoran's body a bit reluctantly. This was being so… so what you usually expect. The girl hanging dependently off the guy.

Damn, that really annoyed her. She just didn't feel as free as she would usually feel. Sakura actually felt protected by Syaoran. It wasn't a bad thing, but she just really wished to have the wind rushing against her body as she gained control. And the awful tone in his voice, like he was the big guy. Like, his say was his say, period. Revenge was potentially worthy for that kind of manner, right?
Sakura pushed herself closer to him, lifting her chin over his shoulder. Her hands slid along the shirt covering his abdomen, lightly scraping her nails against his flexed rack. She felt him shiver a bit on her actions, making her smile wickedly. Soon on of her hands was riding up his shirt in the front of his torso and back. She loved distracting him.

"Syaoran…" Sakura rolled out long and teasingly. She wasn't sure if he could hear her, but that didn't matter, she was getting to him from his low growling and tension in his arms and shoulders.

"Sakura!" He eventually hollered, annoyed he was losing control. "Will you stop? Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Well if I were the one driving, we wouldn't be in this situation!" Sakura pinched back, deciding to stop and resumed back to the tight hold on to him.

Syaoran turned out of the wide driveway and onto the road. He rode onto the highway making Sakura really curious as to where they were going.

"Where are we going?" She finally asked as fifteen minutes later he exited the freeway and came to a stop at a light. Syaoran didn't answer her and continued to weave through the busy street until they came to a big building.

"Its 12 o'clock and the game doesn't start till 3." Syaoran got off of the Suzuki model after her. "So that would mean we have around 3 long hours to kill."

Sakura nodded and looked at the building they walked into. It was, to say the least, huge, Crisp, and clean. The tall washed-out walls plastered with posters and posters of female models. Bikinis, brand wear, lingerie, dresses, all the latest in fashion designs. Even the most absurd looking things were up on the wall.

They approached the large crescent moon desk finding one of the tall, skinny, overly dressed and make-upped secretaries to be of service. Well, really, it was Syaoran that came up to the receptionist with a profession sly looking smile while Sakura timidly followed along being captured by the work of marketers.

"May I help you?" The woman sighed in quite bored way, not at all taking any amazed notice at how Sakura and Syaoran were incredibly good looking.

"I'm looking for Miroku Shimigani." Syaoran used the deepest part of his voice to rumble out proficiently. "He's available I'm sure."

"Yes. He is." The girl clicked the mouse on her computer still not averting her gaze to them. "Did you make an appointment?"

"No, he requested for me to come at any available time." He responded fairly highly of himself.

"I'll tell him you're here…" The woman picked up the office phone beside her and punched in a few numbers. "You are?"

"Li Syaoran." Syaoran smiled heedlessly. The woman, once noticing charm and dashing looks, flashed him a flirty smile of her own as she waited for anyone in Mr. Shimigani's area to pick up. Sakura dully rolled her eyes watching Syaoran act all gaudy.
"Hello Mr. Shimigani?" The woman spoke calmly. "Li Syaoran is here with a girl to see you… Yes, I'll send them in right away sir."

The woman hung up the phone and turned her attention to the two teens… well, more so Syaoran who was looking unbelievably suave at the moment.

"Mr. Shimigani is on the second floor in the communication room." She giggled and batted her eyelashes. "He says he's very excited to have you here."
"Why thank you Yuki!" Syaoran read the woman's nametag and flashed her a toothy grin. He was really pushing it today for Sakura as she stared daggers at him. First, the motorcycle incident, and now the undeniable flirting in presented to her. Brilliant way to make a girl angry!

"What was that? And what's going on?" Sakura angrily trailed after him to the elevators. Syaoran pushed the up button and waited patiently with a smile. "What is this place? What are we doing here? And who is this guy you want to see?... AND WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?"

"Jealous?" He smirked, wriggling an eyebrow at her. "I just happened to have met her now. I'm sure she's heard of me from the change of attitude after I told her who I was."

"Yeah…" Sakura creased her eyebrows and balled her fists. She was clearly referring to his flirting. "But… What. Was. That?-!"
"It was just…" Syaoran swiftly pinned her against the wall and cupping her face with his hand. He stared deep into her eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. "I was trying to… I wanted… Sakura, I just wanted to-"
But Syaoran never got to finish his line, as Sakura stumbled backwards due to the elevator's entrance. Syaoran stepped inside laughing at her as she sorely hit the back wall with unbalance.

"Haha!! I so had you there!!' Syaoran teased as the doors closed, leaving them alone in the empty compartment. He was honestly, to say the least, such an immature little boy! "That was too funny!"

"Urgh!!" Sakura groaned rubbing her head feeling the ground move below her. It was more than just a physical pain inflicted on her. "You are so…"
"I'm so what?" He smirked at her just as before. "Go ahead. Say it."

"Y-you're so…" Sakura didn't exactly know what word she wanted to use. It was just really the anger that filled her head. That was such an awful, lowlife trick he played on her. Today, officially, he was really getting to her. "…so…sooo…"

"So irresistible? I'm such a tease?" Syaoran stared at her without blinking, but his eye lids capturing her in a longing gaze as he lowly rumbled out the words. "I'm wanted? Immature? Stupid for doing something like this to you? Or… I'm just everything you want?"

Sakura opened her mouth before closing it again. Why in the world was he toying with her mind? Why was he talking like this? It made her want to fall to her knees (for he made them weak) and clutch the spot where her heart lay, bite back the tears, and silently scream out the pain.

She knew what he was getting at. Sakura knew he was hurting her, causing her emotional disturbance. All because she knew what he was saying: She wasn't going to get him.
You get it? She wasn't allowed to have Syaoran to herself. He would never be hers. And the love she dreamed of between them at the bottom of her heart and mind would never happen; would never be there, or become anything. Syaoran wasn't going to ever want her the way she wants him. And he would never stay by her side forever. I told you no happy ending. That only happens in fairytales; unlike stories such as these.
Well, he was making this harder than it already was for her, and she was trying her best just to get to him. Be seductive, be sexy, and be practically on her hands and knees trying to get him to want her back.

Why did this hurt so much anyway? Was it a fear of rejection? All she knew was that the look in his eyes, the tone in his voice and the presence he offered himself with, all at this moment, burned her with agony.

"It's probably all of what I said." Syaoran smirked with his gaze still lingering dangerously on her. He knows it. He knows what he does, how it happens, what to do, and the consequences. Did I not tell you he was that amazing? He might not be even getting as much credit as he deserves. But that doesn't mean Sakura's going to let her feelings show.

"Stupid. You're so stupid, you idiot." Sakura managed to pull out with that bit of annoyance that was left in her. She regained her self-esteem by laughing at his cocky list. "Believe it or not, Syaoran, you're a seventeen year old stupid idiot."

"Oh?" Syaoran raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. "Is that so?"

The elevator doors opened and they stepped out as other fashionable people walked in. Their pace had even out and they glared each other on their way to find the communication room.

"Yes." Sakura stuck her nose into the air and gave him an amiable look. Oh yes! She just got on top of things. She just broke a record. She must have been the first person to ever call Syaoran something completely insulting, offensive, odious... whatever the word, right up to the man's face. Ha! That just made her completely invincible! Okay, not completely as Syaoran laughed at her, making her feel more like the stupid idiot than invincible.

"Yeah, stupid idiot with all of the things I just said." Syaoran knocked his fist against the Communications room door. They both stood back waiting for an answer. Syaoran smirked over his shoulder at Sakura, and Sakura frowning knowing she didn't have much time for a good comeback.

"Come in!" A shout from inside the room permitted their entrance. Syaoran twisted the doorknob and walked in with Sakura following closely.
Sakura looked around at the dark square room. Tables arranged to form a 'U' towards the whiteboard. The blinds were closed, and she couldn't make out the number of individuals there. But all of that quick second observation was soon distracted by the screen with swift movements being projected off of it.

Her jaw dropped seeing the tight black outfit, the excessive amount of skin, the heels, the provocative movements, the fast beat music, the green eyes, and auburn hair – Damnit! It was her!
"Ah Syaoran, it's wonderful to see you again." The man at the front of the room beside the projection strolled up to them with an outstretched hand. "We were just looking over the video you brought in."

Sakura's head snapped to the boy beside her, smugly shaking the man's hand with the delighted grin across his face. The man turned to Sakura next with a hand and wide enchanted eyes that scanned her showy body.

"And you must be Sakura Kinomoto!!" He gave a toothy smile, shaking Sakura's hand. She stared at him wondering 'what the hell does this sick pedophile do other than watching high school girls?' after releasing from the introduction shake. "I'm so glad to finally meet you! Honestly, when Syaoran brought in the video I was thinking 'Okay, this has to be good. Syaoran is just great at catching fine-looking girls.' And when I saw you dancing for him, it was shocking to see that he went beyond my expectations."

Sakura was supposed to be flattered as the lights were turned on and she was led to an empty seat with Syaoran, but she was blown away with embarrassment that she was the attention on that screen. Even the muttering from whoever was in the enclosed area didn't cross her fazed mind.

"I'm sorry Miroku…" Syaoran apologized on Sakura's ghastly behalf pretty indifferently. "Sakura here has not yet been informed on… well, anything."

Miroku raised an eyebrow in revelation. Not just because Sakura was unaware of the situation, but the respect and closeness Syaoran has shown between himself and, not any individual, but a girl. (A/N: The dude just noticed Syaoran referred to Sakura by her first name.) "Oh, I see."

"Well…" He straightened out his grey blazer and rubbed the palms of his hands together. "Ms. Kinomoto, firstly, this is a company majoring with magazines for men. Kitaishiko."

Sakura nodded slowly, getting a drift of what was going on. The muttering in the room came to a cease, and everyone's attention came to, the rather handsome for his age, Mr. Shimigani.

"Syaoran and I have known each other for a few years now due to his sisters, Shiefa and Fuutie, who have modelled for us for quite some time. Anyway, we were holding a contest…" Sakura perked up at the word. Anger gently filled her, but she didn't show it as she listened far more intently to Mr. Shimigani's words. "…for our readers to bring us some footage or prints of a gorgeous girl they know."

"The catch was... we didn't want just any girl." The man paced the room with his eyes directed firmly on the girl as he turned off the projection. He looked as though he was enjoying explaining this to her very much with that smile playing on his face. Miroku was probably very proud to present his brilliant idea out loud. "We needed to see she has movement, she's versatile, easy to work with, and just beautiful from every angle. The camera has to love her. You see, Ms. Kinomoto, this industry has high expectations. There are billions of gorgeous women out there, billions with potential and lots to offer. And I'm serious when I say this, but women were made to be beautiful."

He was a real smooth talker, Sakura got that much. You could tell by the way he carried himself with a straight posture, clean cut hair combed back, and the crisp clothing, that he thought highly of himself. The way he walked like he owned the floor, or how his eyes would solemnly look at anyone. Then again, this was a business where he worked with beautiful women everyday. It wasn't even hard to believe that Syaoran knew him.

"But we can't take every single woman on this planet to publish. And like I said, this industry has high expectations. We need to know that the girl can wow the public."

They needed to make money off her. That's all he was trying to say without saying it. They needed to sell. "Syaoran, here, brought in the video of a performance you did, I… was wowed."

A few people had agreed with him, and gave their brief comments just to show their commendation. Miroku chuckled before sitting on the table, near Sakura.
"We, here at Kitaishiko, would like to have you model for us Ms. Kinomoto." He nodded favourably. "Syaoran obviously made a good choice, and knew you were just what we were looking for."

Sakura sat there unable to come up with an appropriate response. She looked at Syaoran who seemed to wait for her to say something like everyone else in the room. But when she continued not to say anything, Miroku continued to try and reel her in.

"Ms. Kinomoto, what we are saying is, we're offering you a position as a model here at Kitaishiko. We've already have an idea for your own secluded spotlight away from our other models. This'll make you famous! You could make it all over Asia, America – Hollywood is there. You'd probably be labelled as one of the most beautiful women in the world." He rambled on, listing all the things that could happen to her. All she had to do was nod, agree, sign a few papers then they have her.

"If I reject…" Sakura said quietly which stunned everyone there. "…what happens? Or is there another offer you can make?"

"Wh-why would you reject?" Miroku laughed it off nervously. "Any girl would want this. It's a once in a life time opportunity."

"What else can you offer other than myself being shown off in a magazine?" Sakura asked once more. Everyone stared at her, astonished that she wasn't even satisfied with that proposition.

"Well…" Miroku looked at his co-workers nervously. He also glanced at Syaoran a little disturbed with the situation. "…that's the only thing we came up with… unless… you have anything better to offer us, Ms. Kinomoto?"

"What are the intentions exactly?" Sakura ignored his suggestion and tried to dig deeper into what they were planning.

"Well, you would become renowned as Kitaishiko's Bad Girl. Syaoran filled us in with as much as possible he knew about you, and you seem to come under that sort of rebellious girl look." The man tried to calm down and take on seriousness. "We'd introduce you in the magazine as the new big thing."

"How long do you think this 'look' will last?" She asked intriguingly. Syaoran was rather impressed at how she was taking this. "Probably a few months in. If you're lucky, a year."

"Umm… maybe… probably…" Miroku shrugged uneasily knowing things weren't going the way he planned. He needed to counteract her or something, but he wasn't finding the right words before she got to it.

"How about…" Sakura looked at the frightened Miroku seriously. She was calling the shots. "…I do the modelling until the magazine has sold… about 50 million copies."

"Well, that doesn't sound too bad." Miroku turned to his co-workers for support. They all nodded quickly with approval before they lost her. They all knew that Sakura could probably do wonders for them, and it was curiosity that struck them to accept her under any circumstance. "Although, you might not get far with that sort of limit."

"That's fine." Sakura answered offhandedly, nibbling on her nails and rocking in her chair with boredom. "Syaoran can do the job of finding out how much copies are sold, right Syaoran?"

"Uh… yeah." He nodded a little unsure of how to respond and still left incredulous by her actions. "I can do that."

"Good." Sakura stood up, brushed off anything, although there was nothing, off her clothes and reached out to shake Miroku Shimigani's hand. "Good doing business with you. Glad to be the new Kitaishiko Bad Girl."

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(warning; we're all teens over 12 yrs of age that swear all the time, right? Kay, so just know there's your typical swearing. This is a Teen rated fic after all…)

"What was that all about?" Syaoran asked as they reached Penguin Park (soccer field is close by). Note how they switched roles at the moment. He parked his bike and they were heading to the pair of lifeless swings. Sakura smiled as she linked her hands behind her back and skipped ahead.

"Nothing." She shrugged and laughed, turning to him gleefully. "You planned it all."

"Yeah, but not the part where you set a limit." Syaoran locked his fingers together and rested them behind his head as he followed Sakura. "So… what was that?"

Sakura sighed.

"I don't want the fame." She smiled a small sad smile at Syaoran. He paused and watched her gaze linger down to her feet. "I don't want to travel the world, when the one place I really want to be is here; home."

"Oh?" Syaoran raised an eyebrow. Sakura stood up and nodded, replacing the sad smile with a real one. It was interesting for him to see her real side. It wasn't that she was pretending to be someone she was not, it was just, she brought too much of something out of her. He could tell she wanted to prove something, whether it was getting him or just anything. She just wanted to stand tall and high, but after her rejection of forever fame… was fascinating.

"Did you want me to take up that offer?" Sakura looked back-up at him after backing into one of the swing seats. "Its just that, when you think about it… seeing the world is nothing if you aren't seeing it with the people you love."

"So you'd miss Tomoyo?" Syaoran didn't swing; he instead leaned up against the pole beside her.

And you… Her mind immediately answered, but she only nodded keeping that to herself. Hopefully, he'd know she would miss him as well.

"I'm just not set for that life." She dropped her shoulders. Her feet pushed off the ground and kicked into the air.

"You like your spotlight here." Syaoran chuckled knowing Sakura was that all around girl he saw everyday at school that people went to, admired, and just wanted as a best friend. "You have quite the life already, the security, the boys-"

"The boys?" Sakura looked at him realizing she had forgotten her reputation. Her precious reputation as playgirl. And she actually forgot taking all her time trying to spend with Syaoran. "Oh right…"
"Haha Oh right… has the dear Ms Sakura forgotten how to play the game?" Syaoran smirked and taunted walking around her. She slowed down till her feet firmly grounded the sand.
"No." She snapped getting up and walking off. "Watch."
She walked up to the sidewalk towards the passing cars. Syaoran followed just a bit behind until the reached the corner of a main street.

"Damn, mammy!!" A car pulled up following her as Sakura gently lifted the end of her top with her hand. She looked over at the three boys with a smile. "You need a ride honey?"

"Sorry, I don't ride with desperate guys hitting on girls." She giggled and fixed her hair. It didn't really need fixing, but that was a flirty look if you knew it.

"Ooohhhh!!!" They dramatically clenched their chest and flew back into the seat. "That hurts. Playin' hard te get, huh? Well, we ain't no scrubs."

Japanese gangsters. Actually, more like posers that you see rappin' it up in music videos. Their bling around their necks, the stupid caps off to the side like their playing it cool, the oversized shirts, and basketball shorts and shoes. Yes, posers. Losers with a P instead of an L. You see a lot of these in this day and age.

"Yeah baby, we real gentlemen!" The one in the backseat hung out the window and pounded his chest. He sure didn't talk gentlemanly. Sakura smiled and continued to walk on as they kept on trying.
Syaoran was laughing as he followed plenty of metres behind. He could hear every word and knew Sakura was enjoying the attention. So he had her all wrong and she had proven herself to be in the playful spirit. Sometime, though, he was the one who needed to bring it out.

"Heelloooo sweetcheeks!!!" Two boys on skateboards, hopped off and walked along with her carrying their boards with wheels. Another stereotype came along as they ignored the pimp boys in the car. "How you doin?"
"I'm doing fine." Sakura answered tucking her thumbs in her short shorts pockets and shrugged her shoulders.

"You sure are looking fiinneee!!" One boy started to walk backwards with them, staring her up and down. Sakura didn't do much but giggle and roll her eyes typically.
"You must get that a lot." The other skater laughed, scratching his head.

"Yo, yo man… tha's dirt righ' 'der!" "Mmmm mmm… she don' play dat way, boyz!" A few of the guys in the car yelled out.

"Hey shut up you piece of shit!!" The skaters called out to them.

"Oh I know din't jus say dat bitch!" The gangsters shook their heads at them. Sakura took this time to slow down and turn around to Syaoran with a pleading look.
S.O.S call… He was chuckling at the tussle over her and was enjoying it. But alas, they were getting too far away from Penguin Park, probably two blocks away by now.

"Don' even think 'bout touchin' dat fiinneee piece of ass." The posing gangsters pointed to the boys with the long hair, layered clothing and Converse shoes. Sakura was feeling sick over the lack of respect she was getting.
"Oh ho!! You wish shithead!" One jumped out to them with his arms outstretched in the air like he was vulnerable. "What? What!-? What are you going to do, huh?"

"Excuse me?" Syaoran tapped Sakura's bare shoulder as if he didn't know her and they were complete strangers. Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn around to the above all the others, handsome guy. "I noticed you seemed a little uncomfortable, would you care to take a walk?"

"Oh!!" Sakura went all giddy and slipped her hand in his. "What a gentleman! Of course!!"
"Damn, look wot yo' bitch ass did, we lost da broad!"
"Fuck man"

"You gangsters were talking to her like she wasn't even human."

"Nuh uh. We gave all dat gentlemanly respect yo."

And they walked off leaving the others with their jaw hanging long and wide. As soon as Sakura and Syaoran were far enough away from them, they stopped their little act. A giggle attack also immediately formed.

"Ahh that was okay… funny, but okay." Syaoran commented chuckling at the scene. "You didn't do much but walk and play hard to get."

"Oh please!" Sakura rolled her eyes pushing him aside. "If I did more, they'd be head over heels in love by now."
"That's some confidence there." Syaoran sneered rolling his eyes. "How do you know they'd be, specifically 'head over heals in love' with you?"

"Fine, that was an over-exaggeration." She pouted. "But they'd think it was love when it's really lust."

"You don't know much about love, little lady…" He teased, shoving both hands into his pockets. Sakura gave him a daring uplifting eyebrow and rolled out an 'Oh?'.
"Love takes time." Syaoran laughed at his wise words and the childish expression on her face. "If you were to be stuck with someone alone for a long amount of time, they'd come to some degree of loving each other."

"But what if they had personalities the other hates?" Sakura pointed out. "Wouldn't that make it difficult?"

"Yes, but we, humans, are creatures that are in need of acceptance." Syaoran taught very smartly. "Each are bound to make at the very least, a bit of a change just to be liked by that person, or at least find the other intriguing. We also need to procreate as weird as that sounds. Females are attracted to males and vice-versa."

Sakura giggled at the word, but Syaoran continued on. "We are also dependant creatures. They would end up having some sort of need for each other, whether for protection, that part of acceptance, that procreation deal or whatever. In the end, they'd end up having some sort of love for each other because of the need."

"One thing to know about love is it's a bond. There needs to be a connection there." He said quietly. "And that's what develops through time, a bond. And that not only happens with a man and a woman, but anyone. When you spend time with someone and getting to know them, some sort of love, like friendship, is formed there."

"So… you're saying that, if I were to spend all of my time with you…" Sakura smiled and bumped alongside him. Her hands were linked behind her back, and her eyes watched him dangerously. "…you'd fall for me, right?"

"Maybe…" Syaoran smirked at her. "That's trying harder than you are now, right?"

"Hmmm…" She looked up thoughtfully repressing her giggles. Her voice went soft and low like his, close to his face while she left her eyes half lidded. "Maybe…"

"Sometimes…" Syaoran rumbled out low and teasingly, locking his forehead against hers as though they shared a special secret. His lips began to soak irresistibly as she watched them loiter so closely to her. "Even just a kiss…"

His hand came up to pull a strand of hair away from her face and behind her ear. Their eyes were still locked, and even after he had finished the job, his thumb lightly stroked her slender jaw line to her parted lips.

"…may not be enough to show the love between two people." He whispered, breaking his touch away from her. "Sometimes, it does."

He turned away, intentionally playing with her mind, walking down the sidewalk as though anything he's ever said and did has never happened. Sakura couldn't figure out, as she followed along, whether she hated when he did that or just fall deeper to him. Either way, it wasn't on her side to get him and she needed to focus. They walked quietly the small rest of the way to the park and Syaoran's Suzuki bike. Not just finding the bike there but a black supped-up Honda Accord parked right behind it.

A thin silver stripe ran along both sides of the car with slowly breaking away like particles along the shiny black path.

Sakura followed Syaoran coming up to the car parked behind his bike. As Syaoran went around to the other side from the back with a smile on his face, immediately Sakura knew who was in the car. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge…

Sakura looked over the hood of the car over at Syaoran with a big smile on her face. Her hand formed over the car door hand and waited patiently as she giggled and nodded at him. She watched him mouth '1…2…3…' before pulled the door wide open and reaching inside.

Tomoyo yelped as Sakura pulled her out giggling madly and Syaoran doing the same to Eriol. They looked at each other laughing madly over their dear friend's expressions.

"You guys are mad." Eriol rolled his eyes as Syaoran and himself walked over towards the girls. He wrapped his arms around his 'precious angel' as he recently liked to call her. "Couldn't you have just called my cell?"

"Naah!" Syaoran finally stopped laughing, but a big grin was placed on his face. "The look the both of your faces were priceless as you guys were pulled apart by us."

"Couldn't you guys keep yourselves off each other for ten minutes anyway?" Sakura added in teasingly noticing they still weren't away from each other. Eriol chuckled as he rocked back and forth with Tomoyo.

"Look whose talking." Tomoyo shot back with a smile on her face and for the moment stuck her tongue out. "You slept over at the Li mansion."

"It wasn't like we decided. It was my mother." Syaoran brought himself rightfully back into the situation. "And she was needed today anyway."

"Oh?" Eriol and Tomoyo gave them a suggestive look.

"Sakura decided to promote Kitaishiko." He went on. "She's their new Kitaishiko Bad Girl." At this point, Eriol and Tomoyo were finally separated as Tomoyo jumped to hug Sakura excited for her new position.

"Oh! My Sakura is a model!" Tomoyo jeered squeezing her respectful cousin and best friend. Sakura nervously laughed seeing as it was only the beginning and she has not even started her work. "I'm so happy for you!!"

"Heh it wasn't surprising." Eriol nodded off. "Not at all. In fact, Syaoran already told me about this ahead of time."

Tomoyo gave her boyfriend an awful looking stare, as though she pointed out the lack of trust in the relationship. Technically speaking, there was a huge amount of unseen lacking trust. Eriol laughed nervously and turned his attention to his watch.

"Oh look at the time!" He motioned towards the trunk of his car. "I have to get ready for my game."
Syaoran groaned and trudged along faithfully to Eriol's side as his friend dropped the bag into his arms as the girls happily discussed their current events.

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Misery, at this time, certainly did not want company. This, speaking of Syaoran and his complete frustration towards watching his team play as his ass was stuck to the metal bleachers for over ninety minutes. It was twenty minutes into the game and Sakura couldn't help but glance his way a few times. It was making her uneasy to see his misery, frustration, boredom right beside her. All throughout that, she managed to bite her lip more than a few times, twist her hair around her finger and ask him the most prudent questions to increase the level of his misery. That's when it hit her…

"What are you trying to do?" Syaoran cocked an eyebrow as he watched Sakura's form swiftly past him. Sakura turned back smiling at him as she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the bleachers into unknown territory after dribbling along an extra soccer ball along the way. She had led him away from the soccer game seeing the depressed longing in his eyes to play. To see his boys have fun and constantly shout out to him that they wished he was there. Plus, it wasn't that fun to see everyone but Syaoran, the one she was interested in watching, to play. So, she decided to get his focus off that and back on… her.

"Hey, who knows… I could probably beat the infamous Li Syaoran. Number 13 for Tomoeda Soccer team!" Sakura giggled, pushing the ball with her right foot past him and kicking it into a net formed from a few piles of items: a bag and a sweater.

"What?" Syaoran gawked at her, jerking his head a little in disbelief to her challenge. "You? A prissy little girl?"

Sakura came to a stop and held her foot on the ball. She turned to him crossing her arms upsettingly.

"Prissy little girl?" She then, kept her focus on him as she gently nudged the ball into their little net. "That's ONE for the 'prissy little girl' and NIL for the infamous Li Syaoran."
Syaoran chuckled lightly before he walked over to ball past Sakura. He then slowly dribbled the ball back to her, catching gaze as he looked down on her noticing she wasn't as small as he made her out to be, or maybe even as prissy as he said, but still…

"Aaahh… so the prissy little girl isn't that bad." Syaoran teased making her eyebrows jump surprisingly dangerously. "She can actually get the ball into the net."
"You're such an annoying pretty boy!" Sakura muttered as she shook her head irritably and made a turn to walk away and ignore his annoyance.

"Wha?-!" Syaoran laughed hesitantly watching her leave. He rolled the ball left and right on the long grass with his foot. "Doesn't the prissy little girl want to play with the pretty little boy?"
Sakura stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to face his smirking, competitive, (by the way) incredibly handsome, face. He stopped the ball, but left his foot to lie on it, and waited. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and waited for her. He gazed at her solitary form with a small smile and waited for her to make a move.

"Come on, Sakura…" Syaoran nudged on seeing that she was taking one hell of a long time to decide on a move. The breeze seemed to have a patient contribution to their silent gazing at each other. "…Let's see if you can win this game."

Ou it was tempting! It was, how you would put it, a game in a game. And giving into the devil's temptation, Sakura started toward Syaoran, making him grin from ear to ear.
"Seems like the prissy little girl couldn't resist the pretty little boooooy!" He leaned closely to her so she could feel his breath brush against her cheek before swiftly turning away and running with the ball. Sakura did nothing but run after him, that and shouting hysterically at him through laughter.

"And he runs with the ball, making the break away as he's being chased by a hysterical fan girl-" Syaoran glanced back every now and then laughing as he shouted an oddly positioned commentary.

"Hysterical fan girl?-!" She screeched starting to sprint after him. Syaoran's laugh was quite distant but his little commentary good still be heard. "You are so egotistical!"

"Look now! The poor girl is throwing threat at the wonderful Li, tsk tsk tsk… such poor sportsmanship!" He laughed while he slowed down to the net. He turned, raising a brow and grinned eagerly at Sakura who was only a few seconds away. Syaoran couldn't help but fiendishly say, "Why hello Sakura!"

She grimaced as her legs slowly motioned towards Syaoran with the soccer ball teasingly under his right foot. He nodded it back and forth, back and forth, waiting for Sakura to make a brave move and knowing she won't make it.

"Come on…" He evilly smirked at her, and squinted his eyes over the bright light. He could see her moving along the hazy grass to slowly get closer to him. Like he didn't know – hah! "Yeah that's right… keep comin' to me."

Sakura rolled her eyes and decided give in to him, running towards him. He smiled as he, just as she had done, without any trouble at all gently nudged the ball through the imaginary net.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAALLL!!!" He yelled running in stupid childish circles around her. He laughed while she ran to get the ball and get a head start; which she managed to do, with the additional teasing (stuck out her tongue and made silly noise) as he went on with his antics.

"Uh oh the prissy little girl got me!"

"Shut up with the prissy little girl stuff already!" She hollered behind her, but by that time he already caught up to her, and by the time she realized that, he had already stole the ball away from her with a light kick between her legs. He whirled right around her to gain up front position.

"Prissy little girl." He grinned as he did so. And wasting time doing that, Sakura got him back with the same move.

"Pretty little boy." Heh, exactly the same move.
"Oh!" Syaoran ran along very amused and also quite proud of her, seeing as she was learning from him. "The prissy little girl REALLY is more than what she seems as she moves passed the invincible Li Syaoran!" And so, he continues with the commentary.

"But can she make it to the net?" Syaoran snuck by her and snagged the ball away heading back to the other side. "Noo!!! He's just too unstoppable!"
As frustrated as she was, as well as extremely smiley watching him have fun and gloating away, Sakura grabbed the back of his shirt and made an almighty pull. Success! He was parted from the ball as it continued to roll towards the net and stop just a few feet away.

"Penalty!!" He called out helplessly as he went down to the ground. Sakura laughed and tried to run for the ball, but that was when she felt two hands clasp around her ankle. She turned around on instinct before falling to the ground right beside Tomoeda's Number 13 soccer player himself. "The prissy little girl should be punished for foul play!"

"Aaahh! Syaoran" She squirmed and giggled trying to get up, but Syaoran managed to hold her down until he was in the proper pinning down for punishment position. "Hahahahahah noooo!! You're the one using foul play!"

Syaoran smiled at her looking staring straight into her sparkling green eyes, which consequently got her staring straight back into his amber ones. He inched closer to so that she could feel him respire on her skin revealing neck.

"You grabbed my shirt." He rumbled out observing her features closely.

"I had to." Sakura smiled softly, and as though time had stop, she took the opportunity, being intensely close to him, to gently, closing her eyes, touch his lips with her own for only a few seconds before retreating back to see his reaction. Syaoran smiled at her. "I knew you'd do that!"

"How?" She giggled quietly, returning his warm smile. The sound of Eriol's game could not be heard in the distance. Not even the sound of the wind raking the grass they lay on, or the sizzling waves from the sun. They could only hear each other's breaths and faint heart beats The only thing they could see was each other…

"I looked into your eyes like this." Syaoran spoke softly and focused more than ever on those brilliant orbs looking back at him. He smiled at her for the last time before… "You lose."
… he stuck his tongue out at her again, got up and ran for the ball laughing like the mad man he was.

Sakura laughed, hoisting herself up trying to chase after him before – it was too late – he tipped the ball in the net to make the score two, one. "SYAORAN!!!"

My birthday is coming up!!! (january 30th)

(big grin) okie... now thanks for all the support!! XDD I can FINALLY read Wonderland now!