Chapter Five – Boredom Has A New Best Friend.
The boardroom’s ambience was becoming increasingly more menacing as the young man listened to the reports from his company managers.
Damn! He couldn’t even leave for a week without some sort of major disaster occurring.
Not only that but the same supposedly ‘self-sufficient’ gentlemen were coming to the ball tonight that he was hosting, while his companies were currently in an indiscernible mess.
He leant back in the chair sighing and rubbing his temples distractedly as his managers bickered between themselves. Letting his thoughts wander, bringing back the uncomfortable reminder of the emerald-eyed demon who’d been haunting his thoughts for the past hour since he’d left her in the hall.
He’d had to leave her to her own devices for the day, having had no time to show her around as he had been whisked away upon immediately stepping through the door.
He would take care of showing her around when he was sure that his companies wouldn’t collapse if he weren’t around for all of five minutes.
Damn it, these men were supposed to be competent!
Still, they’d never learn to handle situations like this on their own if he led them around by the hand like a child all the time.
Standing he did the only thing he was sure would motivate them into action. He gave them an ultimatum; get the companies back on track by tomorrow morning, or lose their jobs.
Ignoring their shocked expressions he left the room, feeling better for being able to release some of his frustration upon them. A frustration that was not entirely to do with their incompetence, and had something to do with the beautiful young woman currently residing in his house.
I I I I I
Sakura sat at the vanity in her en-suite bathroom, carefully applying a second coat of nail polish to her nails. Behind her, one of the maids fussed with her hair, occasionally tsking as she attempted to create a style out of it.
Unfortunately it seemed that her hair was winning the battle against the maid, refusing to pull back into the sleek style that she was trying to create.
“I don’t understand it.” The maid muttered to herself, “This never happened with Mistress Mei-Ling’s hair.”
Finally she dropped it in disgust, glaring at it as if it were the very bane of her existence.
Fighting the urge to ask who Mei-Ling was, Sakura smiled reassuringly at her and dismissed her, waiting for her nails to fully dry before running her fingers through her hair and pulling it back into a messy bun.
It was her first night at the Li mansion, Li himself was hosting a ball that night, including all of his companies major business partners and managers as well as the other members of his family, and she was going to turn up looking like she had just rolled out of bed. Fantastic.
To be honest she was amazingly nervous, more-so even than the first time she had modelled professionally for Tomoyo.
She wore the only elegant dress she had packed, a jade coloured silk halter neck, the colour a shade darker than her eyes.
Brushing back the stray strands of hair hanging down and framing her face, she clipped in gold and emerald droplet earrings, checked her makeup was perfect, and stood, turning around only to come face to face with Syaoran.
His face was unreadable as he brushed back yet another stray strand of hair which had fallen across her face.
“Did you have everything you needed?”
She nodded, smiling, “Yes, except I think I’ll need to find a hair stylist next time, my hair refused to listen to the maid.”
A small smile flitted across his features, “Don’t worry, it looks fine.”
Smiling back at the unexpected change in his personality Sakura nodded, “You’re not ready?”
“I’ll be ready in a moment, I was just checking that you had everything you need.”
“No, but thank you anyway.”
He nodded, watching her for a moment longer before departing from the room leaving her confused yet again.
Dismissing it she checked her appearance one last time in the mirror before moving into the other room.
I I I I I
Tomoyo was actually quite comfortable in her current seat, unusual as it seemed. His name was Eriol in fact, and he was absently running his fingers through her long hair, sending tingles of energy through her.
She had no idea how they had ended up in such an intimate position but she definitely wasn’t complaining. If anything she had begun to let her guard down around him, something that was as strange as it was happening.
Daidouji Tomoyo never let her guard down around anyone.
Yet here she was sitting on his lap, running her fingers in gentle circles on the back of his neck, marvelling at the velvety smoothness of his skin.
“How do you think they’re going?” she asked, using any tactic she could find to draw her mind away from it’s current trail of thought even while she made any excuse she could to get her fingers sweeping lightly over his neck.
“I imagine my dear little cousin has already done SOMETHING to piss of Sakura.” Eriol replied grinning evilly. “Hmm, perhaps I should get Kouji to go around and recite some interesting bits of Chinese poetry to him.”
Tomoyo frowned at this, “You will do nothing to jepardise this Eriol, understood.”
He grinned innocently at her, which only helped to deepen her frown.
“Say I understand Eriol.”
“I understand Eriol.” He replied with perfect innocence.
Her eyes narrowed at this, “I want you to promise me that you will NOT recite or have someone else recite ‘interesting’ little bits of Chinese, Japanese, Italian or otherwise languages to Syaoran, and you will not send Sakura love notes pretending they’re from other men and you won’t-“
Laughing he kissed her soundly on the lips, cutting off any more protests from her.
Tomoyo’s mind ceased to function as his lips descended on her own, any further lecturing she’d been planning to do evaporated from her thoughts.
She distantly wondered if Sakura was having as good a time as she was at the moment.
I I I I I
Sakura was bored.
No, that wasn’t right, she was bored an hour ago, now she was close to being asleep.
At the beginning of the night Syaoran had introduced her to some other women and then left to talk business with his associates. The women he had left her with had then followed his example and left her as well, leaving her alone in the middle of the room, not knowing anyone and being pushed to the sidelines by the groups of people who were entering their own little talking circles or dancing.
Checking the clock and finding that it was only another five minutes from when she’d last checked, making it four hours and 28 minutes of complete boredom.
Deciding to excuse herself from the party slightly early; 12:48, she crossed the room slipping out of the two open doors easily and making her way through the maze of corridors back to her room.
Going through the traditional process of removing makeup, taking off jewellery, undoing hair, and finally changing into her nightgown she finally settled comfortably into bed, smiling as she closed her eyes, trying to take her mind of her aching feet.
The door slamming open jolted her awake alarming and she pulled the covers up to her throat as the silhouette of a man lurched forward into the room.
“What are you doing in bed so early?”
She relaxed slightly upon hearing the familiar voice. “Syaoran?”
“Yeah.” He replied, shutting the door so that the room was only filled with moonlight streaming in through the window, “What of it?”
She frowned, this didn’t exactly seem like the calm, collected, Syaoran she knew. The one who pissed her off endlessly because he didn’t react to any of her provocations.
Further thought about the issue made her realise that his words were slurred. Add that to his uncoordinated movements and-
“Bloody hell you’re drunk.”
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