Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Fatal Attraction ❯ You! ( Chapter 2 )

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Sakura Panda63-it's rated M for language and “other” stuff later on if you know what I mean…ahaha

And guys, this will have lemon in further chap. Just warning ya. -ahem- well then, without further ado, chapter 2. (Hey that rhymes!)

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

You pray for rain, you got to deal with the mud too. That's a part of it - Denzel Washington

Chapter 2. You!

September 3rd. (Skipping forward, I know)

Sakura POV

Hmm, well, okay. The show is less than 5 hours away, half of my models aren't even here yet, and the place is hardly decorated.

Oh yes. This show will go down in history as a legend.

Okay, calm down, Sakura. It is currently two o' clock. Show starts at seven. Decorating team gets here at three. Remember what Eriol said, breathe.

I took a couple deep breathes before concentrating on the problem at hand. Well you see, the catwalk is on water, and the models have to find a balance point on the panels to keep themselves from falling off.

Ha. Won't that be a sight to see. I quietly snickered at my mental image of a twig topping over the runway before I mentally slap myself. Focus, Sakura!

Unfortunately, my genius thinking was cut short when I heard a shriek coming from one of the dressing rooms. Whoa. Did I daydream until the models arrived?

I quickly ran toward where the noise was coming from, a little frighten. It wasn't one of those oh-I-just-won-a-million-dollars one, it was an oh-my-hairdresser-just-shaved-my-head-bald one. And unless you're becoming a monk, that's not good.

I found my destination and quickly ran inside to see…nothing. Okay. Well, I always heard hallucination was the first sign of insanity. Maybe I was reaching my mid-life crisis.

I was just about to walk out when I notice a dark aura surrounding a corner. Uh-oh. Return of The Grudge. Major.

I lied. I crouch down to see that it was one of my models, Aimee. Of course I didn't have time to think anything else because as soon as I was about to reach for her, she let out the loudest wail my poor ears has yet to hear.

“Miss Sakuuuuuuuuura!!!! I'm ruin! I'm done! I'll be out of the industry by sundown!” Aimee screeched at me.

Okay. Who died?

“What happened, Aimee? Who died?” Sakura! Focus at what's wrong. So uh, what's wrong?

“Look at me, look at me!!!” And her loud shrieking really helps. “What's wrong sweetie? I don't see anything wrong with you.”

Then her glare just send me 10 ft underground. “My face! Look at my face!” I took a look closer…was this girl on crack? “Sweetie, I don't see…oh…I see the problem.”

Aha! ...Lord have mercy.

“It's a small zit; we'll just cover it up with foundation or something.” It was a speck of lint. Like anyone could've tell. Then she started wailing again. Great, what did I do this time?

“Do you think this can be cover by makeup? Oh. My. Freakin'. God.” And the rest was inaudible.

“Can I get the makeup crew in here? Anyone! Room number 104!” I swear these girls will be the death of me.

Then my holy savior arrived. My Jesus Christ. The very reason why I didn't commit suicide. My-

“ERIOL! Thank goodness you're here! There was catwalk, then topple, then Aimee and ohmifreakin'gawd! And now-” Maybe I relay on Eriol just a tad bit much.

“Sakura! Calm down, okay? Everything will okay. Repeat after me. Everything. Will. Be. Okay.” Hey…I wasn't retarded, okay? “Everything will be okay,” Yet I still say it…

Eriol quickly scanned the room before giving me `the look.' Hey…it wasn't that bad…was it? “Maybe you should take a breather,” he said.

Well, at least he didn't say it stunk. “Fine, you takeover.” I wasn't sure that I could continue even if I wanted to. I grabbed my purse and my jacket before leaving the building.

My car beeped and my mind wandered off. Okay, first things first, shower. I reek like shit. Then…I don't know. Sit on my bed for two hours and stare dumbly at the wall so I won't face humiliation by the shitty show I threw. Hey, I'm all up for that plan. I sighed as I flipped open my cell and dial Tomoyo's number.

“Hello.” Whoa. Someone's pissed.

“Hey `Moyo, what do you have for plans tonight?” If Eriol say anything, his head is mine.

“Well, Eriol's taking me to dinner, but he hasn't been picking up his phone. Say, you know what's up?” Aha…so that's what trouble's her.

“Nope, don't know a thing.” Well, I have officially lied to my best friend. I could almost hear her suspicion boring onto me.

“Ah, well, what's your plan for tonight?” I giggled silently. Was she trying to hint what day it was?

“Actually, I was planning on going to…the movies! Yeah, hilarious film that just came out…” Wow. Was I lame or what? I mentally slapped myself, seriously, movies?

“Oh…well, do you mind if I tagged along? Seems like a certain husband of mine has forgotten what day it is.” Man, I can feel her aggravation. Can't say I blame her. Shit, if my husband was like that…I'll most likely have a cow…a BIG cow.

“Yeah, and afterwards, I have this… um, necklace, yeah necklace…I have this necklace to show you.” Was it just me or does my lying skills suck?

“Erm…okay…if you say so…” I heard the uncertainly in her voice. Yup, it most definitely sucks.

Still, got to call Eriol and inform him that I was bringing Tomoyo…I'm a genius. “Well, I got to pee…so I'll call you in a while.” What? A girl's got to piss when a girl's got to piss. I hung up on Tomoyo and dial Eriol's number. Finally I did something useful today.

“Well, hello there,” I heard Eriol's voice as he picked up. “How are you doing, milady?” I rolled my eyes. Seriously, does this look like a time to joke?

“Cut the crap Eriol, I'm bringing Tomoyo over,” Then I heard his breath cut short. “WHAT?” Oh, my bad.

“Oh, chill out, Eriol, I'm going to bring her after we go to the movies. Don't get your panties in a bunch.” Ha-ha. How I always wanted to tell him that.

Eriol then let out a sighed of relief. “Hey, I don't need to chill, okay, you need to chill.” Wow. What bit his ass?

“And why am I the one here while you are going to see a movie with my wife? I'm the one who has an angry wife on his back for not picking up the dang phone!” Now he needs a break. See what stress does to people? Tsk tsk, it breaks even the most put-together person down. “You told me to take a breather…Moyo's on the other line. Got to go, kay, bye!” Actually, I lied. She wasn't, but hey, I had to get off sometime, right?

I drove my car back to my condo and took a shower. Then. I remember something.

Fuck

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…

I just realize…I don't have a dress ready yet. Oh. My. GOD. I quickly ran to my room and thrust my closet door open. Where is the goddamn Versace's dress when you need it.

Then something caught my eye. A-ho! I shuffle my way through the skirts and jeans section and found what I was looking for.

My emerald dress. It was strapless and ended at my knees. Just a plain green dress with a black ribbon to accent my waist.

Simple and sweet.

Thank god for Tomoyo's weird accustom to store party dresses in my closet. For once it was useful. I quickly found a pair of matching black heels, a forest green fleece, and hurry the hell to Tomoyo's place.

To my dismay, I saw that traffic was beginning to line up. Great. There was going to be hell to pay.

Wow. I just saw THE most pointless movie of my life. I didn't even pay attention, it was about some guy and a girl, blah blah blah, and they fell in love and live happily ever after. The End. Wasn't it suppose to be a funny movie?

And that just wasted two hours of my life. I pulled the car in gear and look over to notice that Tomoyo's was near tears. Hmm, I guess this is what happens when your husband forgets your birthday…not that Eriol forgot or anything…

“Tomoyo…are you actually...crying…over the movie…?” Maybe married women are case-sensitive.

Tomoyo blew her nose and looked at me in sniffles. I raised a brow. Interesting…

“Anyways, I bought this awesome necklace from DKNY, it's so adorable, and you've got to see it!” I told her eagerly. Now I was just pulling shit out of my ass. Does DKNY even sell jewelry?

“Why not, it's not like someone planned anything for me tonight,” Guess she's still upset about the whole Eriol thing.

I turned the radio onto the jazz channel. I don't know why people don't like it…I do…it's a lot better than what teens these days call “music.” Sheesh, you can barely hear them, let alone understand the words.

I was getting into my songs when my mind came to a halt. Shit. How was I supposed to get Tomoyo in? Smooth going, Sakura. Then my genius brain thought of something. I'll just say it's a surprise. Brilliant, Sakura, absolutely brilliant. I bet you Eriol would've never thought of this.

I turned to look a Tomoyo and said “Hey, close your eyes, it's a surprise,” Tomoyo gave me a weird look. “You want to show me the necklace as a surprise?” Okay…now that you put it in words…it sounds kind of stupid.

“Yes! Now just shut your eyes!” Maybe I was mentally challenged in my past life…Tomoyo gave me another weird look before sighing and closed her eyes. Perfect.

“No peeking!”

When we arrived at the show, I could tell Tomoyo was getting irritated. She was tapping her foot with a frown on her face. Oh screw it. She'll love me in a couple minutes.

I quickly ran over to Tomoyo's side and helped her out. Then I froze. Uh-oh. I heard the loud music coming from inside and I knew Tomoyo could hear it too.

“Sakura Kinomoto! Now I want to know just where in the world are you taking me,” Tomoyo said as she was opening her eyes.

No! I have gone too far to have her figure it out now. I quickly cover her eyes with my hand and lead her backstage to where Eriol was. “Relax; you'll thank me later.”

I quickly scanned the room for Eriol, and then I saw a flash of midnight blue hair. Aha! I pulled Tomoyo to where Eriol was before I let my hands fall from her eyes.

“Eriol!” she exclaimed and hugged him. I slipped away from the married couple for a few minutes to check if everything was ready. Sweet. 15 more minutes till the show starts.

I came back in time to see Eriol waving frantically toward me. “What?” I asked as I hurriedly catch up with them. “What is it?”

I noticed there was someone behind Eriol before he stepped aside. “Sakura, this is my cousin, Syaoran Li. Syaoran, this is my friend Sakura.”

My eyes locked with a pair of intense amber eyes before my brain clicked.

“You!” We both yelled, pointing at each other. It was that rude man who didn't even bother to apologize after he ran into me.

Eriol and Tomoyo both looked confused for a second before asking. “You two know each other?” Well of course I know him. How could I forget someone so rude!

“Yes, he's the guy that has no manners and don't even apologize for running into someone.” I said. Ha. That'll teach him.

I felt like I won the fight before I felt his eyes travel up my body as I shivered slightly. Creepy. My smile vanished when he smirked. “Now that wouldn't be necessary if a certain little miss have been watching where she was going.”

Oh! The nerve of that guy. Arrogant, and rude, and cocky, and, and, just…oh! I stomped away before I could say anything. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, unpleasant things would fly out…not that they haven't already.

I saw Tomoyo as she was jumping up and down and hugging Eriol. I guess he told her.

“Sakura, this is wonderful! Thank you so much!” I smiled. Good job, Sakura. I was proud of myself.

I proceed myself to take my seat before I stopped dead in my tracks. No. Absolutely not. Fuck n- “Sakura, this is where you're sitting!” I growl and turned around.

“Eriol,” I said quietly. “Why am I sitting by this…this…thing!” Eriol simply laughed. “Because I adore you, Sakura.” Then he walked away. Great. I have to deal with two buffoons in one day.

I angrily took my seat before I closed my eyes and told myself to calm down. Its okay, Sakura. Breath. Think of Tomoyo, just think of Tomoyo…

I cracked an eyelid to see the jerk next to me. If I wasn't so angry, I'd say he's pretty good looking…nice built too. But then again, at my current state, I was never going to admit that.

The show was quiet most of the way, though even I was impressed by some of the dresses. Not trying to brag or anything…

It was a total of 4 hours…damn! I didn't know Tomoyo and I design so many dresses, of course more of the eccentric ones Tomoyo did, I go for the more original style.

The models wore it well; of course, their stick figure didn't really add shape to it. It was near eleven o' clock when the D&K (Daidouji and Kinomoto) fashion show ended.

I saw Tomoyo ran up and gave me a bear wrenching hug. “Tomoyo!” I gasped. “C-can't…” I couldn't even finish my sentence. Thank god Eriol came. “Sweetie, I don't think she can breathe.”

Tomoyo quickly let go of me as I took in a couple deep breaths. “So sorry Kura, but this is absolutely fabulous!” I smile weakly, still haven't regain all the oxygen I needed. Told you she would thank me later. “Anything for you.”

Then, something scary happened. Tomoyo's smile widened.

Oh god.

This can't be good.

“It's only eleven…you know what else we should do?” She asked excitedly. I was confused for a second, and when it hit me, I shook my head ferociously. “No, absolutely not, Tomoyo! I'm dead tired!”

Crap. She's pulling her puppy eye look. I threw my hands up in defeat. “Fine. But just this once.”

Tomoyo squealed and clapped her hands together. “Great, let me get Naoko, Chiharu, and Rita to meet us there! This is going to be so much fun!” I rubbed my temple and sighed. I had a feeling I was going to regret this

Remember when I said I was going to regret this? Well, guess what? I was regretting this all right. I was in the car with Li Syaoran. Yes. The arrogant, no good, son-of-a-

“You know, you're kind of cute when you're made.” I glared up at the guy. Who gave him the permission to call me cute? Wait…he called me cute?

“Well thank you, but I really don't care about your input at this moment.” Ugh. Jerk. Stupid Tomoyo and her stupid clubbing fetishes. Stupid Eriol and his stupid only-for-two car. Stupid Syaoran and his stupid, to-die for li-. No! Think straight, Sakura! God. Everything was just so “Stupid!”

“Huh?” Syaoran gave me a weird look. Crap. Did I just say that out loud? “Nothing. Keep driving. “

Okay, so what if I was acting like a bitch. At that moment, I was pissed. -Sigh- I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my warm comfy bed with a cup of honey milk and watch late reruns of Days of Our Lives and Desperate Housewives. Why must God punish me so? Seriously, what have I done in my past life?

“We're here,” Syaoran said as we pulled up to the night club that was bursting with loud noise. Like he needed to tell me that.

I looked up and saw in blue lights, the word Illusion was engraved onto the plate. Ah. I've been told by numerous people how nice the place way. Course, I was too much of a loser with no life to have ever come.

I dug through my purse and shove my I.D. into the security guy's face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Syaoran gave the guy an apologetic look. Nerd.

When I walked into the room, a smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex crashed into me. I scanned the room and caught a glimpse of Tomoyo. Found them.

I tugged onto Syaoran sleeves and pointed to their direction. “They're over there!” I yelled over the music. I turned around to see a leggy girl hooked her arms around him. I tugged angrily at Syaoran's sleeve again, this time a little more aggressively. “I'm sorry, but we have to GO.” I said to the leggy chick, emphasizing the word `Go.'

I can't believe the guy! Not even two minutes within walking in, he was already hooking up with a girl. Ugh. Men these days.

Tomoyo came up to me, a little too giggly. Damn. This girl was wasted already.

“Sakuuuuura! What took you so long?” She wailed into my ear as she jumped onto me. I gave Eriol a look. “Eriol, you might want to retain your wife before she does something idiotic.”

I excuse myself from the group to go to the bar. Lord knows how much I needed to drink my troubles away. “A Long Island, please,” I said to the bartender. I turned around and looked at the scene before me.

Girls were grinding their backs to their partner, some were making out in the back, and some were even making out in the dance floor. Sweat was flying at different directions as the glowing light flashes everywhere.

“Your drink, miss,” The bartender placed my drink before me as I took a couple large sips.

A couple guys `woo' as I turn my head to the direction of the noise. I grimaced. A girl had just gotten on top of a table and took her top off. People these days, no self-respect.

As I finish my drink, I turn around to order another one. “Piña Colada,” Damn. At the rate I am, I'm going to be as wasted as Tomoyo.

“Whoa there, little lady. Aren't you taking that a bit fast?” I turn my head in annoyance to where that came from. My frown got deeper as I saw it was a certain someone with the oh so-sexy amber eyes. Wait. I did not just say that.

“What do you want?” He took a seat next to me. God, I want to slap that smirk off his face.

“A Malibu, please,” He said as the bartender proceed with his order. Then he turned to me. “You know drinking kills brain cells.”

Huh. I dropped my mouth. What the hell was that? Did he or did he not just order a drink?

Syaoran's grin widened “Close your mouth, sweetheart, I'm not that gorgeous.” Arg! The arrogance of that man! I quickly focus my attention on my drink before I could slap him, or worst, kiss him.

I began to grow hotter as I order my third drink. Maybe Syaoran was right…I should take it easy.

I saw the leggy chick again, this time she was hanging onto a different guy. I became angrier and angrier as I remember our encounter with her, and I didn't even know why. I slammed the glass down and walked away.

I was mad. I was angry. I was furious!

I was drunk.

Syaoran must've notice me staring at the leggy chick because he followed me. He took a hold of my wrist and spun me around. “Are you still angry about her?”

I open my mouth in shocked, but quickly covered it up in anger. “Still? I was never angry. Why would I be angry? Your affairs are none of my business.”

I was lying.

I was lying big time.

Syaoran raised a brow. “Oh, really? Because from what I could tell, you were pretty mad about the ordeal.”

I glared at him. I glare as hard as I could. Well, I tried. But I was losing myself. I was losing myself in his amber pools. God, why did he have such power over me?

“I was not mad-!” The next thing I knew, his mouth was hot on mine. And I was responding back! Well, there goes my dignity.

It took me a second to realize what had just happen. I tried to fight it, but I felt his tongue ran across my bottom lip as I automatically opened my mouth. I could taste bitter-sweet Malibu in his mouth. I was falling, I was falling deep.

Oh, screw it.

I was drunk. Let me have my fun. Seriously, when a gorgeous guy kiss you, who are you to refuse?

I vaguely remember Syaoran laying me down on his bed, but I dismiss that as one of my fantasies.

And even in my drunken state, I knew I should never have.

Light. There's light everywhere. What the hell. Why is it so goddamn bright? I just want to sleep!

I open my eyelids, but I regret it as soon as I did. A massive pain reached my head as I groan. This is why I hate clubbing.

I held my head as I reached over for my nightstand. Where are the damn painkillers?

Wait a minute. Since when did my nightstand have abs? I furrow my brows as I reach dow-

...Wh-what was that?

What did I just touch?

I shot open my eyes as I rose up; my body ached with immense pain and my head throbbing a hundred miles per hour.

All pain flew out of my window as my eyes widen at my sight. I couldn't believe it…oh god.

I did the only thing I could.

I shrieked.

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Oh yes, as of this chapter, Tomoyo is officially 24. Once again, thanks for all your reviews and keep on reviewing! (Sorry if this chap was kinda iffy)

Chapter 3. Gone

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