The doorway to Sakura Kinomoto’s room opened slowly, the young woman peeking through to meet the expectant upheaval of the room.
A large suitcase sat on the bed, half full of clothing and various shoes. A toiletries bag sat neatly in one corner of it and the clothes were all folded perfectly, however the suitcases contents were the only things in the room which were neat.
Clothes were thrown all over the room, leaving nothing visible beneath their many layers.
A frustrated Sakura stood in the centre of the room, holding a forest green skirt up, deep in thought.
“How many skirts have you already got Sakura?” Tomoyo queried, forcing the door to open a bit wider so that she could get in, no easy task with the mountains of clothes scattered on the floor, and entered the room, jumping into the gaps until she could reach her fried at the centre, where it was slightly less messy.
Sakura, who had started at the sudden intrusion on her thoughts grinning at Tomoyo and replied, “Two I think, the denim pleated mini and the white one with pink flowers.”
Tomoyo nodded. “Mmhmm, and how many dresses?”
“Four.” She replied with less hesitation this time, “The green backless, pink sundress, pale blue strapless and the red one you made me not long ago.”
“How many pants.” Tomoyo asked, dutifully preparing her friend to leave as she did every time rather than face one of Sakura’s little forgetful moments where she found she had forgotten a whole item. Tomoyo did not want to have to go through the experience of air mailing underwear over to her friend again.
The questioning went on and on with them adding new clothes and taking out a few old ones until Tomoyo was reasonably certain that her cousin had EVERYTHNG she needed.
“Come on Sakura, we’ll go and have a cup of tea before we begin to clear up these clothes, I know you need a bit of calming down.”
She took the younger girls hand and led her through the maze of clothing and into the living room, getting her a cup of tea and cake before sitting down.
She counted to three silently in her head as she sipped before Sakura’s expected burst of venting.
“Why me Tomoyo, why do I have to be stuck with him and forced to make all sorts of good impressions.”
“I know, I know.” Tomoyo soothed appropriately, thankful that Sakura had forgotten at present who exactly was responsible for the position she was currently in.
It’s for her own good. She reminded herself chidingly, not allowing herself to give into the pained expression on her friend’s face.
“We leave in three hours, what if I’m not ready? What if I don’t have the right stuff? What if the plane leaves early? What if-“
Tomoyo silenced her with a hand, “Then you don’t have the right stuff and you’re not ready, it’s a private plane Sakura, they’re not going to leave without you, not unless he tells them too and I hardly think that is going to happen.”
Sakura nodded, slightly reassured.
“He might.” She muttered beneath her breath.
Syaoran sat impatiently, fingers drumming against the armrest of the seat in annoyance.
A servant came up cautiously, bowing quickly as soon as the young man’s attention was on him and muttered quickly, “She’s arrived sir, they’re just putting her luggage away, it seems they’re finding it hard to find storage places for it all.
A little nerve above Syaoran’s eye twitched, the sight causing the servant to gulp.
When Syaoran spoke again his voice remained calm, which seemed to be an even worse thing to happen in the eyes of the servant who had begun backing away steadily.
“And where is she?”
The servant grimaced before replying, “She’s still saying goodbye to her friends.”
Syaoran dismissed the servant with a curt nod before sitting and waiting for her to come in, fingers still drumming against the arm of the chair he sat in.
When she finally did arrive he did a double take, momentarily forgetting his annoyance.
She wore a pair of tight fitting hipster jeans which flared at the base and had brown leather threading up the sides until just below her knees, on top of that she wore a pale pink tank top saying “Princess” on it in white that cut off baring her midriff. Over her arm she had a white jacket slung casually and a white and pink bag in that hand.
“Sorry I’m late.” She said breathlessly, reminding him of his former anger at her.
Recovering his composure he nodded briskly before indicating that she should take the seat across from him.
“I hear my men are still trying to locate a suitable amount of room to put your luggage in, just how much did you bring.” He asked coolly once she was seated and the door to the aircraft closed.
She had the grace to blush quite prettily beneath this scrutiny and to make a gesture of apology. “Tomoyo sometimes gets a bit carried away with the packing.” She murmured in appeasement, “Something to do with being a fashion designer.”
He noted however that she hadn’t actually SAID that she was sorry for causing him such a disturbance, merely that it wasn’t her fault.
Models had a habit of passing the blame onto anyone else that they could.
“We’ll be in Hong Kong in a couple of hours, in the meantime I suggest you find something to amuse you.” He stated simply, standing up and moving into one of the seats in the back to work.
Sakura sat there after he had left confused and slightly hurt at his easy dismissal of her presence. Sighing she pulled the screen out and consoled herself to watch one of the various movies that was on for the duration of the flight.
Although she had found a movie on that seemed reasonably amusing and interesting she was unable to keep her attention from Syaoran, he sat working on something for his company she assumed and his face was creased into a frown of concentration, making him look a bit like a petulant child. It was actually quite cute.
Too bad he had such a crap personality in real life however. With his looks he could have been a Prince Charming come to sweep girls of their feet.
Still her attention remained on him until her looked up, eyes narrowed and she swept her own back to the screen.
Half an hour later after becoming bored of the movie and the constant cat and mouse game she seemed to have begun playing with Syaoran she stood up and went to the mini bar, aware that his eyes were on her constantly as she moved. She grabbed a pack of Mn’M’s and a bottle of water and turned to ask him if he wanted some only to find him a scant inch away from her. He leant over her, close enough that if he moved a few centimetres closer she would feel his lips against her own again and...grabbed a chocolate bar from behind her.
An eyebrow was raised in mock concern as he looked at what she was planning to consume, “I didn’t think models ate chocolate,” he commented casually, dropping back into his seat, “Or anything other than salad actually.”
The realisation that she was actually upset about the fact that he hadn’t kissed her made her terse with her answer as she flopped back into her own seat. “What you don’t know could probably fill an ocean.”
It was a childish insult, one that he barely registered but for another infuriatingly casual raise of his eyebrow which seemed to mock her on it’s own, but she didn’t care. She refused to take back the words and bow down to this self absorbed, egotistical male.
After all, he’d done nothing but toy with her emotions since she met him and she was thoroughly sick of him.
He turned back to his work as if nothing had happened and she sighed, allowing herself a few moments to calm down before apologising for her temper and blaming the lack of sleep she’d had the night before. After all, she couldn’t set a bad example, she was after all the ambassador for Tomoyo’s company.
He inclined his head slightly at her in affirmation of her apology but other than that ignored it as he had her earlier.
Rolling her eyes she sat back in the seat and put on her headphones, listening to a CD, and closed her eyes, letting herself be absorbed by the music.
Syaoran grinned slightly, it was becoming easier to provoke the hot-tempered woman before him. She was turning out to be much more than he had first expected, although she was still just another whore, all models were.
Still, that didn’t mean that while she was there they couldn’t have a bit of fun.
He’d resigned himself to the fact that he would have to put up with her in his home while the negotiations between his company and Daidouji’s was in place, but only because he had decided that since he desired her he may as well woo her.
After all, where better to woo her than at his home, and he was beginning to find that he desired her more and more than he should.
Her outfit wasn’t helping his situation any either.
“Do you like Martial Arts?” he queried in an attempt to put his mind on other things.
She looked up in surprise pulling out the headphones, “Not particularly, I prefer gymnastics, my brother competes though.”
He nodded, “A tournament in China will be on a few days after we get back, I’ll be competing, would you like to watch?”
She smiled and nodded, before asking, “How long have you been competing?”
Leaning back into the seat he shrugged, “A year maybe, I’ve been trained in it since I was a child though.”
When he didn’t say anything else Sakura put the headphones back in and closed her eyes again.
He grinned, this was going to be an interesting few weeks.
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