Sakura stormed through the corridors not stopping until she reached the door she knew lead to Mei Ling’s room. Throwing it open she continued her storming into the room.
“I hate him!” she proclaimed angrily, “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!”
This having been said she flopped into the couch, energy spent.
Mei Ling didn’t even so much as bat an eyelash at her announcement, instead she continued to read her magazine, questioning lightly. “Which one?”
“BOTH!” Sakura snapped, slightly annoyed by Mei Ling’s complete indifference to her problem.
“If it makes you feel better,” Mei Ling replied with no trace of sympathy, “I’ve hated them for years.”
Sakura was about to note on her friends callous nature when someone else did it for her.
“Oh I’m hurt, really.”
The drawling tone sparked the first reaction Sakura had seen in Mei Ling since arriving in her room. Her left eyebrow twitched in irritation. Her features however were perfectly schooled to indifference, something Sakura found interesting.
“You can only hurt people who have a heart.” She responded, keeping her attention fixated on the magazine in front of her.
Jason’s infuriating grin widened at this comment and Sakura found it even annoyed her, and it wasn’t even being directed at her. “And of course you would know about hurting people wouldn’t you Mei Ling.”
Sakura drew in a breath. It was a deliberately harsh blow that Jason had just dealt and a glance towards Mei Ling showed that she was unable to ignore this one so lightly, her face had paled completely and her lips were white with anger.
“How dare you.”
Sakura backed away as the beginnings of World War 3 began to occur in front of her and muttered some sort of gibberish about needing to call someone before running out of the room, her own worries forgotten.
Definitely time to call Tomoyo.
l I l I l I
Opening the door lightly to her own room Sakura questioned the maids as to where she could find a gym of some sort. She was surprised to learn that there was a gym in the actual house, in one of the rooms in Syaoran’s private wing.
Pulling on pale pink velour tracksuit pants and a white long sleeve diesel t-shirt.
She made her way to the gym, being directed by the maid all the while, flashes of what had happened to piss her off so much recurring in her mind.
A hand slid beneath her top to slide caressingly over her stomach while the other pulled up her jumper, taking it off over head, momentarily breaking the kiss.
He was guiding her the whole time backwards and she found herself unable to comprehend properly.
She knew what was happening. Some detached part of her mind understood everything that was occurring, and knew that if she didn’t stop him soon she would lose the chance to.
The other part of her didn’t care, was screaming out for her to give into the sensations of her body, promising her it would get better.
And unfortunately she realised that she had to make a choice…
But it was taken from her as an artfully articulate voice called out from the room behind her, “Syaoran? One of your new whores? Another model I see.”
He had pushed her away to look at a beautiful blonde woman who laid along the cream sofa in his room. She wore a scanty dark red transparent top with tight dark blue jeans.
She simply oozed sexual appeal and as Sakura directed her gaze back to Syaoran she saw that he knew it, his mouth tight with anger, but it wasn’t what burned in his eyes.
Pulling completely out of her reach he entered the room shutting the door behind him.
She’d been livid after that and had gone to find the first source she could rage at; Mei Ling.
Entering the gym she dropped the towel and water bottle she carried next to the treadmill before climbing on it and switching the news onto the TV facing the expanse of equipment.
Taking her anger and frustrations out on the equipment instead she settled into a steady run. Tucking loose strands of honey brown hair behind her ears she took a gulp of water watching the news reading.
She wished she hadn’t when she found herself choking on it seconds later. Grabbing the control she switched up the volume.
“Billionaire Li Syaoran is in need of a wife. Family officials claim that the twenty-one year old bachelor had ‘better hurry and marry’ or the family will disown him. However love seems to be in the air for this lucky individual as he begins to get hot and heavy with already wealthy 18 year old model and spokesperson for Daidouji designs Kinomoto Sakura. Witnesses spotted the couple together at a club the other night and claimed that although she does not yet sport a ring, it does not seem to concern the young couple.”
Images flashed on the screen of her and Syaoran dancing at the club and she realised blushing that it had been his tongue that she had felt on the back of her neck.
Mei Ling walked in every feature of her body showing dark fury. “Did you see the news?” she demanded.
Nodding an affirmative Sakura watched as Mei Ling scowled and then ran from the room as quickly as she came.
l I l I l I
Two hours later Sakura sat in the formal living room witnessing an all out brawl between Syaoran, Mei Ling and Jason.
Sighing she shifted the food around on her plate, wishing she had actually taken the time to learn Chinese at school.
She understood a bit. About every twentieth word or so but it was nowhere near enough for her piece together the conversation. Pushing the plate away she muttered an excuse and travelled back through the corridors to her room.
When she reached it she started a bath and changed sliding into the comforting water.
The door opened moments later – typically – to reveal Syaoran.
“Sakura look, I-“
She was sure that by now she was red, and was glad that the bath at least contained bubbles which kept him from seeing anything at least. Sighing she sank a little lower into it, thinking that the whole situation was rather clichéd.
“You?” she prompted refusing to let herself feel uncomfortable in this situation.
“We never finished our conversation earlier.” He responded his eyes burning her, expression unreadable.
Taking a deep breath that she hoped was unnoticeable Sakura responded with as much determination as she could, “That wasn’t what you came her to say.”
He grinned and with a start Sakura realised that it was the first time she had actually seen him smile, and damn if it didn’t make him more handsome. “But it is now.”
He started forward and she said firmly, “Our conversation will have to remain unfinished Syaoran, I am not a toy for your personal disposal.”
Eyes flickering with some unreadable emotion he nodded brusquely and left as abruptly as he had come.
Sakura smiled to herself. At least he couldn’t call her a slut with any conviction anymore. Frigid perhaps. But not a slut.
Mei Ling wandered in about twenty minutes later claiming wickedly that they should really give the paparazzi a bit more to report on and therefore had scheduled yet another club outing and had booked her and Syaoran in for a massage to ‘relieve stress’.
Sakura cheerfully visualised killing her friend after that before settling on simply locking her out of the room.
The phone ringing distracted her and picking up the neon pink flip she opened it to hear Tomoyo screech. “What’s this about you getting hot and heavy with him!”
Settling herself on the bed Sakura began to explain to her friend.
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