I'm In Love with a Plumber
Rule Number Two:
You can come into the girl's apartment uninvited
And slap her in the ass, but DROP the milk.
oOo
"I told you to call me."
Sakura looked down at the floor, trying to hide the annoyance in her expression. Leave it to her brother to fly all the way from China to Japan in one day, because his little sister forgot to call. Well, technically, she didn't want to call him. But her brother didn't need to know that.
"Something bad could've happened to you!"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "You left your wife in China during your second honeymoon to fly back here and lecture me?"
Touya froze at her words, like he was trying to process them through his head. "Wife... second honeymoon... Oh shit Nakuru!"
"You forgot about Nakuru?!"
"I didn't forget about her," Touya replied in defence. "I just didn't get a chance to tell her I was flying back here."
"Uh huh," said Sakura, rolling her eyes yet again. "You know, she's going to blow."
As if Sakura had just jinxed her brother's luck, his cell phone started to ring loudly. Touya quickly threw the phone over to Sakura and sweetly mouthed a threat to her.
Sakura sighed and pressed the talk button, preparing herself for the worst.
"Kinomoto Touya, you better tell me your ass is on China's soil or else!" the voice on the other line said dangerously, emphasizing on 'or else'.
Sakura gulped. "Hi, 'Nee-chan."
"Sakura?" Her sister-in-law breathed slowly, a sign that she had calmed down a little. "Why do you have Touya's phone, and where the hell is that bastard?”
"Onii-chan is kind of busy right now," said Sakura.
"Well, you better tell him to get his busy ass back on a plane and fly back over here so I can kick it."
Sakura sweatdropped.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered to her brother.
"Anything!" He mouthed back.
Sakura flipped the phone close and stared back at Touya innocently. "What? You said to do anything."
He merely scowled at her.
"Well, excuse me for trying to help!"
Touya snorted, getting up from his seat. "Want to grab a cup of coffee?"
"You're treating?" Sakura asked, speechless at the thought of her brother offering her a drink.
The older man laughed loudly. "You wish, kaijuu." Sakura sighed. She knew it was too good to be true. "You are."
"Fine. Fine."
"Let's go then!"
Sakura grabbed her coat while cursing her brother in her mind. "But I'm warning you, I'm saving money so only one drink."
"Cheap butt."
Sakura stepped out and locked the door. "Bite me."
"Real nice, kaijuu."
"Whatever. Do you want coffee or not?"
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Note to self: Never treat Touya to coffee ever again.
Sakura sighed as she unwillingly handed the cashier three twenties with a longing look on her face that said she didn't want to let her money go. "Are you sure it's $59.40?" she asked the cashier again.
The black head looked at her with an annoyed look on her face. "Yes!" she replied, irritated. "While you went to use the restroom, the man ordered an extra 20 cups of mocha to go."
Sakura couldn't believe this. Touya had just caused her to throw sixty bucks away—that jerk!
"Look, lady, can you just hand me the money?" The girl looked at Sakura with a look that said 'go away already'. "I'm not paid to deal with these kind of problems."
Sakura felt her upper lip twitching.
"Look, I ain't got all day," the girl said. "Just give up the money and give us all a break."
Sakura quickly slapped the dollar bills onto the counter. "Keep the change!" She snapped at the black haired girl before grabbing her purse off the counter and storming out the shop, leaving a trail of fuming smoke behind her. "The nerve of that—"
Sakura let out in frustration as she stood outside the shop. She turned around, pushed her way back into the coffee shop and walked up to the cashier. "I changed my mind."
She grabbed the change and stormed out of the shop again. This time, she was never going to step her foot inside ever again as long as that so-called rude, ill-mannered girl worked there.
This was by far one of the worst mornings in her entire life. Sakura dug into her purse and quickly pulled out her phone. She started punching in numbers—she was literally punching in numbers.
"You are such a meanie-butt, I hope you get run over by a bus!" she yelled into the phone when the other line picked up.
"Who is this?"
Sakura quickly put a hand over her mouth. "Wait—I thought this is my brother's number."
"Apparently, I'm not your brother and you've called the wrong number," the guy on the other line remarked sarcastically.
"Heh heh... gomen," her face flushed with embarrassment, and then something hit her. That voice... "Li Syaoran?"
There was a long pause on the other line. "...Sakura...?"
Sakura quickly flipped her phone close and held it against her beating heart. Oh my Kami-sama, that was so embarrassing.
She opened her phone again to check her recent outgoing call, 555-4636. Then what's Touya number? She checked her contact list. 555-4635. Wonderful. They're one number away.
Wait—he remembered her name. He remembers my name!
Why should she be excited though? It wasn't like she won the lottery or anything. Heck, at least winning the lottery could have fed her. Sakura almost jumped when her cell phone started vibrating. She really needed to change her phone to loud. "Moshi moshi," she answered.
"Sakura, good news!"
She quickly held the phone away from her ears. "Tomoyo, you don't have to shout this early in the morning."
The other girl giggled sweetly. "Eriol knows someone that is looking for a secretary."
"Really?" Sakura asked happily. "What company?"
"He said he will introduce you to him today," Tomoyo continued. "The pay is good though."
"Really?"
Well, it wasn't like she had a choice in who she wanted to work for. After all, what idiot would want to hire her as a secretary when she had no college degree? Not to mention a very bad working record. Sakura concluded that the person who was going to hire her was crazy, or he was pretty desperate for a secretary.
Okay, don't get her wrong. She would make a great secretary—IF you take out the fact that she was a little hot-tempered at times, impatient, and lazy. She'd tried working as a secretary in the past, but she ended up being fired once or twice... maybe it was three times. She was fired the first time because she fell asleep while her boss was giving a speech. The whole room fell silent when they heard her snoring. Then out of embarrassment, she stood up and started applauding loudly, telling him how magnificent his speech was. Unfortunately, she had completely forgotten that she was attending a funeral.
Her second boss wasn't half as bad. He was a kind, bald middle-aged man that was nice to his employees, and he gave a very good salary. If only Sakura had understood the words that came out of his mouth. It was like he was speaking a different language. Sakura didn't know how everyone at work could've understood him without going 'Huh?'.
Now, her third boss was just plain horrible. He was a man of foul words. He criticized everything that she did and made her re-write a darn report over and over again for like a hundred times before approving it. One day, he asked her to drive him to see his mother in the countryside—just who did he think she was?! His chauffeur? She had no choice, but to drive him. While she was driving, he did nothing but criticized her driving skills. Then out of nowhere he screamed out 'STUPID PIG!' and that was the last straw. Sakura blew up on him. It turned out there was actually a pig, which she ran over mercilessly, and she was fired the next day for cussing at her boss.
"I have to go to work now," said Tomoyo. "But don't forget to meet Eriol at Royale's, okay?"
"Thanks." Sakura smiled into the phone.
She hoped that her new boss won't be so hard to get along with. She just wanted a stable career for a while until something better came along. She had an apartment to pay for, clothes to buy, and if she earned enough money—who knows?—maybe she could hire someone to assassinate her so-called fiancé.
Sakura laughed at the thought. Beautiful... she thought. Just beautiful.
zZz
"Sakura!"
Sakura turned her head to the direction of the voice, trying to hide the frown that was clearly on her face.
Hiiragizawa Eriol.
How she loathed the man. Even though he was dating her best friend—stole her best friend away to be exact—he and Sakura didn't get along so well.
"Eriol!" Sakura cried out as though she was happy to see him. "How are you?"
They exchanged a warm hug. "Good. How are you and life? What's moving out on your own like?"
"Oh, you know..." Sakura laughed.
She felt utterly disgusted just sitting across from him. Eriol and Sakura were what you'd consider... acquaintances, just mere acquaintances in one another's eyes. They wouldn't call themselves friends; but nor were they enemies. They were just people who knew each other and used one another to their advantages whenever they could. It was like a business merger between those two.
Sakura wasn't sure why she didn't like Eriol. He wasn't a bad guy. Though she had to admit, he was a perfect match for her friend.
"Where's..." Sakura asked, trailing off while looking around the restaurant.
"Restroom."
"Oh." Sakura nodded. "Tell me about him, like what is his business?"
"Oh, er... well, how should I put this?" Sakura watched as the dark haired boy fidgeted with his glasses nervously. "He's an old friend of mine, but we were separated for many years. I've just met up with him recently, and he asked me if I had any recommendations for him... you know?"
"No," she said. "I don't."
"When he asked me, I remembered that you were looking for a secretarial job—"
"So you recommended me?"
"Ah, here he comes now!"
Sakura sighed and reached for her drink, not even bothering to look up. She was drinking her water calmly when she saw who sat down at the table beside her. Water spat everywhere. "You?!"
"Do you two know each other?" Eriol looked at them, back and forth.
"I guess you can say that we're good neighbors." Syaoran said, giving Sakura a little wink.
Sakura merely rolled her eyes. Crap. I'm going to work for a big fat flirt.
"I guess this will be easy then!" Eriol relaxed into his seat. "I was worried that you two might eat each other alive."
Was it her, or was it getting hot in there? Sakura fanned herself with her hand as she reached for her drink.
"I don't know—I might just eat her up. She certainly looks delicious enough." And if his words weren't enough to kill her, he just had to add the tongue licking bottom lip thing.
She spat out her drink across the table one more time, coughing until her face was beet red.
"Sakura, can't you keep anything in your mouth for one second?" Eriol sighed.
"Or would you like some help?"
Sakura glared at him before turning to Eriol with a disgusted look on her face. "You want me to work for him? Are you out of your mind!?"
"What's wrong with him? He's a nice guy," said the evil four-eyed devil.
"He's going to rape me!"
Syaoran raised his eyebrow in amusement and laughed. Everyone in the restaurant was looking at their table.
Eriol calmly rubbed his temple. "Syaoran is not going to rape you—“ he paused to look at the other guy, “—are you, Syaoran?"
"I might." The brown haired man smirked lightly.
"You're not helping, dude." Eriol scolded at him. "Sakura, he is not going to rape you."
Sakura looked at the guy up and down with a cautious look on her face. "Hmph."
"How about it? You need a job, I need a secretary."
"Aren't you a plumber...?" Sakura didn't want to sound like she was looking down at his career. "Why do you need a secretary?"
"Plumbing is just one of my fields," he explained slowly. "I need someone to clean around the apartment, cook, pay the bill, wash my—"
Sakura held her hands up in front of him before he went too far. "It sounds like you need a wife, not a secretary."
"Do you want to apply for the job?" There was something hidden in his voice. "Wife or secretary, who cares."
"I am not going to clean your apartment, cook for you, or wash your whatever!"
"How about I hire you as a secretary and pay you overtime for doing those other things?" Syaoran continued. "I'm willing to pay you the same amount that your previous employers paid you."
At the sound of that, Sakura's brain heard 'Ka-Ching! Ka-Ching!' as dollar signs appeared in her eyes. "Mr. Li Syaoran, you've got yourself a secretary!"
Eriol grinned.
Hold on. If he needs someone to clean, cook, and wash for him then why doesn't he just hire a maid? What does he even need a secretary for? OH MY GOSH! He's planning to rape me!
"I have one condition though," Sakura said.
"Condition?" Syaoran and Eriol both had the same expression.
Sakura nodded. "I want to have a contract with you, just in case... you know.”
Syaoran rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to rape you."
"Your words are as good as Eriol's words," Sakura snorted.
"And what is that suppose to mean?" Eriol glared at her.
"Oh, nothing." She smiled. "So do you agree?"
"Fine. Whatever."
"I'll let you know when I come up with all my terms."
"Alright then," said Syaoran.
Sakura held her hand out for him. "Nice to meet you, . My name is Kinomoto Sakura, and I'll be the best secretary you've ever had."
Syaoran chuckled in amusement. "Please, call me Syaoran... Sakura." He took her hand and kissed it ever so lightly. "I'm positive that you will be my best."
Dang it.
She cursed his stupid flirty self. Why did he have to sound so suggestive?
zZz
Sakura sighed in annoyance as she listened to Tomoyo on the other line. "Like he said that for real? I have to ask Eriol when he gets home!"
"Tomoyo, I think I just made the wrong choice by placing myself at the tip of the tiger's mouth." Sakura groaned, leaning herself over the counter lazily with a pen in her hand and a piece of paper in front of her.
"He's hot, right?"
"Yeah."
"KAWAII! My little Sakura finally gets a chance to be with a hot guy!"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to be with him, I'm going to work for him. Besides, I'm betrothed... remember?"
"Oh, yeah..."
"He's giving me a really good pay though," she said while fidgeting with the pen in her hand.
She stared down blankly at the piece of paper before her and let out an exasperated sigh. It was too exhausting and bothersome.
"Hey, Tomoyo, he's here. I'll call you later." Sakura said when she heard the doorbell. She placed the phone on the table and quickly went to get the door, greeting a pair of amber eyes.
"You called?"
"I came up with the terms."
"Really?"
"Yup!" Sakura exclaimed excitedly, getting the piece of paper for him to see.
Syaoran glanced at the paper, and then he looked back at Sakura bewilderedly before laughing out lightheartedly. "I didn't think you were being serious!"
"Of course I am!"
"Okay. Okay. Let see..." He started reading over the paper.
Working Contract
1. Li Syaoran WILL NOT attempt to rape Kinomoto Sakura.
2. Li Syaoran WILL NOT touch her intentionally in any way.
3. Li Syaoran WILL NOT make a move on her intimately... EVER.
4. Li Syaoran WILL NOT come within a five feet restriction.
5. Li Syaoran WILL NOT speak to her about non-work related things.
6. Li Syaoran WILL NOT invade her privacy bubble.
7. Li Syaoran WILL NOT break this contract!!!
Syaoran had a baffled look on his face. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Alright, I'll add my part to the contract..." He slapped her on the ass before taking the pen out of her hand. "Since a contract is made between two people."
Sakura watched as he wrote something down on the piece of paper. A few minutes passed, and he was still writing. Gosh, how long were his stupid terms?
"Here you go..." He handed her the little piece of paper.
8. Kinomoto Sakura CANNOT stop Li Syaoran, even if he wants to rape her.
9. Kinomoto Sakura CANNOT resist his touches.
10. Kinomoto Sakura CANNOT deny that she doesn't feel drawn to him.
11. Kinomoto Sakura CANNOT keep herself away from him.
12. Kinomoto Sakura CANNOT take her breath off him, let alone speak about anything.
13. Kinomoto Sakura CANNOT break this contract.
14. Kinomoto Sakura WILL BE obedient, okay?
Unbelievable—the nerve of that man!
Sakura turned around; only to find Syaoran standing in front of the fridge and drinking out of her milk carton.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
She let out a low growl and tore the contract in half.
"Drop. The. Milk."
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