Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Fatal Attraction ❯ Birthday ( Chapter 1 )

Yes, I have started another story. Don't worry guys; I'm going to finish this one even if it kills me, lol. Oh and I will be re-writing the Imadoki story. Cause now all I see is crap...lol
Questions will be answer in next chap!

Summary: She was a fashion designer. He was the president of Li Enterprise. One night was what they wanted. One night was what they had. What happens when they meet again and the lust for each other grow… Rated M SxS

Age Bracket: Sakura- 23, Syaoran- 26, Tomoyo- (turning) 24, Eriol- 25

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captors. It is own by the wonderful, talented Clamp! (Please refer here for disclaimers into further chapters)

To be is to do - Immanuel Kant

Chapter 1. Birthday

It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were singing their usual spring tunes while squirrels scurried up onto treetops. The sun shone brightly onto the streets of Tokyo, where it was greeted with the usual honking and loudness. A pretty busy and usual morning for the citizens of this mass city, and it was most certainly busy for a certain auburn-haired girl.

“Yes, purple icing on the cake. No…no, nothing over the top, you know what I mean? Layers? Uhh…make five...no…six, better make six. Oh, I'll pick it up on early Friday morning. Alright…thank you.” Sakura Kinomoto hung up her phone before flopping down on her white sofa, letting out a big sigh. It had been a stressful week. Two weeks in fact. Her cousin's 24th birthday was only days away, and yet, here she is, just ordering the cake.

Ding Dong

Sakura groaned. Her day was going great. “Come in!” She yelled toward the door. In step a man wearing a business suit with blue hair and glasses covering his beautiful navy blue eyes, his footsteps echoing behind him on the marble floor.

“Well, don't you just look lovely, dear.” The man said with smile as he gesture for Sakura to make room for him. “Day not going well?”

Sakura glared at the man before her. “Grand! One of my models called and cancelled in on me, and now I just found a caterer who is able to do Tomoyo's cake. And I still have the VIP list to do! I can't do this, Eriol…too much stress. What if she hates it? What if no one shows up? What if-,”

Eriol smiled before answering. “You worry to much, my dear. I already have the list covered, and as for the model, I'm sure I can have someone by the end of today.”

Sakura eyed Eriol suspiciously before sighing in relief when she was sure he wasn't lying. “Oh, you're a life saver, Eriol! Now the only things I need to worry about are the outfits. I need new ideas, I need new designs, and I just need something…different.” Sakura tossed her head back as she let out an elapsed sigh at her last word.

Eriol chuckled at Sakura. Ever since he could remember, he always looked out for her. Best friends since grade school. His parents and hers were great friends. By their behavior, Eriol sometimes wonder if they were distant relatives. Sakura was like a sister to him. And sisters were born to be teased.

Sakura sat upright and glared at him once more. “You know, it's your wife's birthday in less than a week, and you don't seem to be fazed at all about this. I'm beginning to think you don't care.”

Eriol made a fake hurt face and placed his hands over his heart. “Ouch, how could you say that?” He sniffed and shook his head. “Broke my heart.”

Sakura rolled her eyes before smacking him. “Boo-hoo. Cry me a river,” And before Eriol could say anything, she added, “And drown in it.” Eriol just simply laughed.

“Oh yeah, didn't you say that your cousin was coming, too?” Sakura ask. “I think so, I mean, he said he could `squeeze us into his schedule since his meeting with his business partner failed to be accomplished,''” Eriol replied dryly, restating his cousin's answer. Sakura wrinkled her nose. “Sounds like an old fart to me.”

Eriol scoffed and almost choke on his own laughter. “I've heard him be called all kinds of names, but an old fart?” Sakura rolled her eyes again and crossed her arm over her chest with a huff.

A noise came from the door and in step a woman, her amethyst eyes in shock. “Eriol! What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, closing the door after her.

Eriol got up from his position and ascended toward his wife, embracing her with a hug. “Oh, nothing, I was just running over the models with Sakura,” he smiled as he kissed her lightly.

“Models?” Tomoyo asked. “What models? I don't recall having a show anytime soon.” Sakura and Eriol exchanged looks. “Oh, no, dear. It's for Versace's new clothing line; I just wanted to make sure the models looked okay.”

Tomoyo `aw'ed. “Oh, you're so sweet!” she squealed as Eriol kissed her again. “But you, my dear, are much, much sweeter…,”

Sakura neared barfed when she saw this. Well, wasn't this just pleasant. Her cousin and her cousin in-law, who was practically her brother, making out in her living room.

Sakura shook her head as she heads toward her room and open her closet. Rows upon rows, racks upon racks of clothes showed up. What to wear…'Sakura wondered as she looked through her widely ranged closet. Then her eyes glint as she found what she was looking for. A white pencil skirt, pink business blouse, and a pink and white open toed heel.

Then she headed toward her bathroom and let her soft auburn tresses fall down to her back, and stared at herself in the mirror. Here she was, a woman of 5'8, successful fashion designer, quite beautiful, is she could say so herself, and yet, she felt as if she's missing something in her life. Sakura sighed and step into her bathtub and let the lukewarm water run down her body, awakening her senses for that morning. It had been one hell of a stressful day and she needed the shower.

September 3rd. Tomoyo's birthday. Oh how she wanted it to be absolutely divine perfection for her cousin. She was turning 24, and moving in with Eriol. Of course when Sakura first heard it, she most certainly was surprise.

“WHAT?” Sakura jumped up as her shout ranged throughout the café. Tomoyo winced and shush her. “Sakura! Quiet down!”

Sakura sat back down, ignoring the murmur of whispers from people around her. “What do you mean you'll be moving in with Eriol?”

Tomoyo stared at her lemon parfait before answering. “I mean what I mean…I'm moving in with him after my birthday.” Sakura stared at her cousin, her mouth slightly hanging. “But why? C'mon `Moyo, you can't just leave me here. It's so sudden!”

Tomoyo felt bad for her cousin. Besides Eriol, she was the only person Sakura had in Japan. Nadeshiko and Fujitaka, along with her own parents, were living in America, or France, or wherever the hell they felt like living. God knows where they'll be next. For such old people, they sure move a lot.

“But sweetie, I'm his wife now. I'm supposed to be at his side, at his aid. Snookie-bear was already saddened by the fact that I didn't move in already.”

Sakura mouth drop a little big bigger. “Snookie-bear? Snookie-bear?!?! You only been marry for a month and you already have a nick name for him? Unbelievable!”

Tomoyo just stared at Sakura with a pleading look in her eyes. “Please Saku-chan, don't make thing any harder than it is. I'll still visit you; I mean, our house isn't that far away.”

Sakura sighed and threw her hands in the air in frustration as she admitted defeat. “Fine, but only if you promise to drop by every now and then.” Tomoyo squealed in delight as she reached over to hug her cousin. “I promise!”

That was nearly three weeks ago. By now, half the stuff was out of their condo and on their way to Eriol's house. Of course she left a few stuff, like her bed, in there, just in case she and Eriol had a fight or something. However in Sakura's mind, she highly doubted it was going to happen, considering the fact that every one of their sentence consist of `Snookie-bear's and `Muffin-pie's.

And now, she had the duty of making her cousin's birthday perfect. Partly because it was her going-away present, and partly because she knew how much this marriage mean to her, and she wanted her to know how much she's happy for her.

Sakura stepped out of the tub and wrap a towel around her. Then she dressed and got ready to meet her party planner. Sakura grabbed herself a turquoise blazer before moving along to the living room. She open the condo door and turn back to tell her cousin she was leaving, only to find that they had locked themselves in Tomoyo's room, already preoccupied with each other. Sakura left a quick note on the table before leaving.

Sakura strolled down the busy streets of Tokyo and stopped in front a building that read Café Kojiin. Clutching her bag, Sakura open the doors and took off her Chanel sunglasses and scanned the room for a certain person. Her eyes lit up as she caught the sight of the person she was looking for.

“Mina!” Sakura waved a woman in her mid twenties. Mina waved back to Sakura and gestured to take a seat next to her. Sakura set her eyes on Mina and didn't see where she was going until she felt an impact on her shoulder. Too late.

“Oomph!” Sakura dropped her purse. She quickly bend down to retrieve her bag and was about to apologize, but another voice cut her off.

“Lady! Watch where you're going!” the voice snapped at Sakura. Sakura looked up in annoyance and was greeted with a pair of amber orbs, hidden among a mass of messy chestnut bangs. Sakura eyes widened at the sight of such beautiful eyes, but quickly recover from her shock.

“Me? You need to watch where you're heading, buddy!” Sakura retorted with a huff. Before that person could say anything back, she stomped off to Mina. Oh, the nerve of some people Sakura thought as she took her seat.

“You alright there?” Mina asked. Sakura rolled her yes and loudly huffed, “Yeah, you know ignorant people these days.”

The owner of the amber orbs was about to retort to her comment before he felt a slight vibration in his pants. He dug his hands into his pocket and flipped open his mobile device. “Hello?” He answered into the phone.

“Syaoran, darling,” A soft voiced purred into the phone. “Where are you? I miss you.” Syaoran smirked as he heard the neediness in the person's voice.

“In Japan.” Came his short reply. Syaoran's smirk widen as he heard a loud huff at the other end of the phone. “Cute,” it said. “but when are you coming back?”

Syaoran sighed as he took out his keys to his Mercedes-Bentz. “I told you, Ayumi, I have to stay a few more days for my cousin-in-law's birthday, I'll be back in a week.”

Before Ayumi had a chance to say anything, Syaoran close his phone and shut his eyes as he rest his back against the chair. Women. They were so…so…so damn needy.

Syaoran was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone ring again. Without looking at the screen, he flipped it open and growl into the phone. “What?” A chuckle came from the other line. “Someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

Syaoran's growl became louder. “What the hell do you want, Eriol?” Eriol was always amused by his cousin. “Just checking how my favorite cousin is doing.”

Syaoran sighed as he rested his head on his seat. “Life is a bitch right now” He rubbed his temples. “When is Tomoyo's birthday again?” Eriol rolled his eyes. “September 3rd, Syaoran, don't forget.” Then the line went dead.

Well, wasn't life just pleasant for him today?

-Gets bombard by rotten tomatoes and cabbages- Sorry it's so short!
I'm going to jump to the birthday next chap..no point of waiting forever for it, right?

Constructive criticism is always welcome...so please review! (at least 5 would be appreciated... !)

Chapter 2 You! (Hmm..I wonder what that means...)

Cheers,
Bamboo-chan