Author's Note: YAY! I actually got a good idea now! Heehee…I was watching this little drama thingy and POOF! Story idea in action…please do not flame. ^^ Oh yeah, and this will be a rather long story…I think. Syaoran and Sakura are slightly OOC.

Disclaimer: You should know by now that I do not own CCS. The only character that I own here is Hayashi Kano.

Sorry, Wrong Admirer

By: Wings of Jade

He watched her every move, her every dance, and listened to every song. He clapped at the end of each number. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed. A young boy at his side smirked.

"Did you see another girl you want, Hayashi-sama?" he asked. Mr. Hayashi laughed, his great belly bouncing up and down.

"Of course, Syaoran," he cried. "I'm always looking for girls like her." He jabbed a stubby thumb at the girl on stage. Syaoran's amber-hue eyes rolled in his sockets.

"Indeed." Mr. Hayashi ignored him, still watching the girl in fascination, his eyes sliding up and down her figure. Syaoran yawned. Working for Hayashi Kano was terribly boring, because all you did was stand beside him and make comments every once in a while, while he observed some gorgeous girl.

Hayashi Kano was a very rich man, so naturally, he was quite lazy. He had a great big stomach, flabby features, and his voice was deep. He was almost bald and losing hair, because he was in his late forties.

"Say, Hayashi-sama," Syaoran said finally, unable to contain himself any longer. The boredom was overwhelming.

"Yes, Syaoran-san?"

"Do you want to give her the flowers?" Mr. Hayashi paused, thinking. Each time, Syaoran would ask him if he cared to give a girl flowers. It usually didn't happen unless if she was truly captivating to Mr. Hayashi.

"Yes," he answered confidently. "I want her." He licked his lips. "And make sure she gets the fresh red roses, not the ugly wilted ones with thorns. Maybe add a few daisies, forget-me-nots, bluebells, and those little white flowers with the frilly petals." Syaoran turned on his heel.

"Yes sir."

Moments later, he returned with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, with roses, daisies, forget-me-nots, bluebells, and a million other flowers. Mr. Hayashi nodded in approval.

"Excellent, Syaoran." He dug his finger into his shoulder, and Syaoran winced. "I knew I didn't make a mistake when I hired you!" He laughed and let out a belch. "Well, excuse me," he chortled. Syaoran rolled his eyes again.

"When shall I deliver them to her?" Mr. Hayashi thought again.

"Deliver them when she is almost done."

"Right." So, Syaoran stood stupidly at Mr. Hayashi's side while he watched the girl with him. He had to admit, the girl was something.

"Now!" barked Mr. Hayashi suddenly.

"What?" said Syaoran stupidly.

"Deliver them now, boy! She's going to be done in thirty seconds!"

"Yes sir," replied Syaoran, and immediately removed himself from Mr. Hayashi's side, from the balcony, and downstairs, where the girl was dancing and singing. Syaoran found it difficult to squeeze through the crowd, because at least half of them were drunk and swinging their arms like gorillas, and they kept bumping into Syaoran. People threw their arms up and boogied to the singer's music. Girls were shaking their bodies as if there was no tomorrow. The daisies were practically flattened.

Finally, he approached the stage, still clutching the flowers, his face flushed, his hair tousled. He climbed the stairs and towards her…

~*~

The girl singing and dancing on stage noticed the boy coming for her. He was holding a half-squished bouquet of flowers, and seemed reluctant to go near her. The girl smiled, ignored him, and danced on. Her auburn hair flew in all directions, her smile made the dark room brighter, and her body—moving like crazy, dancing like hell, yet her moves all made sense, they all seemed to blend together.

Sakura, Sakura, said an annoying voice in her head. You're making a complete fool of yourself. Sakura shook her hips. Her arms were above her head. Her lips were singing. That's what it's all about.

As he grew closer and closer, Sakura couldn't help but notice that he seemed quite shy. He didn't seem so shy when he was up with that great big fat guy, thought Sakura. He's cute, too. Sakura's dancing subsided slightly. If I spin right into him, I will never forgive myself.

But she did. Sakura spun right into him, without noticing it, before she even started to calm down a bit. A couple of people laughed. Sakura swept a curtain of hair out of her eyes, blinked back a bead of perspiration. She smiled again at the guy as he handed over the bouquet, his dark eyes never leaving her green ones. She snatched the flowers out of his hand playfully and leaned close to his ear.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice rather oily and breathy. Without thinking, she took a dive into his surprised, bright eyes, pushed into him, and gently touched his lips with hers. She slipped her tongue in for a nanosecond before pushing him off the stage and dancing again, but she never let go of her flowers.

~*~

Stunned, Syaoran stumbled when she pushed him off the stage. His body collided with several swinging people before he regained his balance. He traced his lips with his finger, reliving the moment when he had felt her lips.

She had kissed him.

A girl had never kissed him in his life; or at least a girl close to his age. It was unbelievable, even if it was only for a second.

And her tongue had touched his.

Slightly giddy, he tottered back upstairs to where Mr. Hayashi was sitting. Mr. Hayashi did not seem very happy. Syaoran's grin, which he been wearing when he had run through his thoughts, faded.

"She's something," began Mr. Hayashi, eyes narrowing at Syaoran. "Yeah, she's something. She's yummy. I want to touch her. But—"—he pointed his finger at Syaoran—"That gives you no reason to touch her too. Why did you tell her to kiss you, boy? Was that part of your instructions?" Syaoran's smile was replaced by an angry frown.

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me."

"Whatever!" roared Mr. Hayashi. "You keep away from her from now on, you understand?" Syaoran flinched. Mr. Hayashi had never been that obsessed with a girl before.

"Yes—Yes sir," said Syaoran meekly.

~*~

When Sakura returned to her hotel room that night, she kept thinking of the boy who had handed her flowers. He was actually quite cute, now that she thought of it…

She still had her flowers. Setting by her bedside table, she gazed at them for a long time. So beautiful…

"Kinomoto-sama?" Sakura looked up. A girl was standing there in a uniform, and she was holding a letter.

"Yes?"

"This just arrived in the mail for you. The man said that it was most important that you read it." Sakura frowned, but she took the letter.

"Arigatou. Thank you for coming here."

"No problem," replied the girl, bowing, and left.

Sakura studied the letter. It was in an envelope, messily and hastily sealed. She slit it open and a piece of paper with something stapled to it fell out. She picked it up and read it.

Dear Kinomoto Sakura,

I understand that you sing at the local bar. I was wondering if we could get together sometime, as I have taken a deep interest in you. Enclosed is an invitation to Starplace, and I hope you accept it. If you do, please meet me there tomorrow night at seven o'clock.

Sincerely,

Hayashi Kano

P.S. My assistant will be attending also, to do me a few chores. That is, if you decide to come. His name is Li Syaoran, and I beg you to not let him destroy your evening. IF YOU DECIDE TO COME.

Hayashi Kano…Sakura thought she had heard that name before. Hayashi Kano…Yeah, thought Sakura, Isn't he the millionaire businessman? Yeah, Hayashi—that sounds like it.

Sakura had been asked on millions of dates before, just never by someone at least—what, 30 years older than her? Sakura was only 17, for God's sake.

Well…maybe he was lonely. Maybe he was super-sweet, and only wanted one date. He had a deep interest in her, after all…and he's probably been turned down a lot too, because of his age. Maybe I shouldn't turn him down.

Sakura ripped the invitation off, and sent a letter to the return address telling Mr. Hayashi that she accepted.

~*~

"Wouldn't you know it, Syaoran!" bellowed Mr. Hayashi, sending spit flying into Syaoran's face. Syaoran winced and flicked a speck of saliva from his cheek. "Kinomoto Sakura, the singer, has just accepted my offer!"

"You mean the 'gorgeous' singer that you sent me to deliver the flowers to?" Mr. Hayashi nodded jovially.

"You'll be coming along, of course. I might need you to do something for me, but remember—she is mine. If she cared to make my evening even better, I already booked a room upstairs in Starplace, so don't even think about stealing her away."

"I won't," said Syaoran in a small voice.

~*~

"You must be Hayashi-sama."

"Yes, yes," replied Mr. Hayashi, looking at Sakura with hungry eyes. He raked her body with them. Sakura felt uncomfortable.

"Well…er…"

"Please come," smiled Mr. Hayashi, gesturing to a small table. Sakura took her seat. Mr. Hayashi had trouble putting his belly under the table. Sakura pretended to look at the menu.

"So—you said your assistant was coming."

"Oh, he is," answered Mr. Hayashi immediately. "He's—uh—paying for the parking." Sakura nodded. She looked over Mr. Hayashi's shoulder. Now she wished she hadn't accepted.

When she had first come in, a person had been at the door, greeting the people coming in, and filling them out on information on the restaurant. Now she was talking to a brown-haired boy.

"What do you mean, you're looking for Hayashi Kano?" she questioned. "We're not a search engine, okay?"

"But he booked a seat," insisted the boy. "He's here."

"Try over there." The girl pointed in Sakura's direction. The boy sighed and turned around. Sakura recognized him at once. The boy who had delivered her flowers!

His amber eyes perused the many tables, finally resting on Sakura. Then they traveled to Mr. Hayashi, and he made for him.

"Hayashi-sama," he said. Mr. Hayashi didn't look too happy.

"Er—Sakura?"

"Yes?"

"This is my assistant—Li Syaoran. You may know him because he was the one that delivered you flowers."

"Yoroshi," Sakura said, smiling and putting out her hand. Syaoran averted his eyes.

"Nice to meet you too," replied Syaoran quietly, shaking her hand briefly. He returned to Mr. Hayashi's side.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" asked Sakura, surprised.

"No," answered Mr. Hayashi, a little annoyed. "He isn't. He is my assistant." Sakura's eyes snapped back to Mr. Hayashi. She had almost forgotten him.

"Oh."

"What would you like to order?" Sakura shrugged.

"Anything is fine with me. Fish. Ramen. Sushi."

"Ramen, then," said Mr. Hayashi. He clapped his hands, and a waitress came immediately. "Ramen, please," he ordered. "Two."

"Hai," replied the waitress, and hurried off.

Sakura thought the evening was quite boring. Mr. Hayashi started off in ridiculous business stories about his company, the food was awful, and she always felt like just running away and join Syaoran or something…

Finally, Mr. Hayashi paid for their dinner, and gave a great belch. He winked at Sakura. "Pardon me," he said, "But I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me upstairs in bed…you know, to make my evening even better…" Sakura almost bolted out of there.

"Iie," she answered firmly at once. "I don't think so. I'm too full."

"Are you sure?" Mr. Hayashi seemed greatly disappointed.

"Yes," replied Sakura sternly.

"Come on, I've had other girls before you, sure, but…" He never got to finish his sentence. Something hard and thorny had slipped inside of Sakura, touching several nerves. She stood up, glared at Mr. Hayashi, and slammed her fists onto the table.

"Hayashi-sama. Mr. Hayashi. I am not interested, and never will be. Leave me alone, you understand? I don't want to do anything upstairs, and you wouldn't make me unless you'd like for me to call the police." Sakura was very sensitive about going too far, and Mr. Hayashi was taken aback.

"Okay, okay," he muttered. "I was only asking…" Sakura sat back down and looked at her watch. She looked as if she was late for something

"Sorry, I have to go now," Sakura said tonelessly. "I've got something to do. Here—I'm staying at this hotel." She thrust a card at Mr. Hayashi, nodded to Li Syaoran, and ran out of the restaurant.

~*~

"I wish I hadn't gotten her so angry. I only wanted—"

"You know, Hayashi-sama," said Syaoran loudly, "I don't think I want to hear this. Maybe you should send her an apology. It's what we do when we offend a certain person." Mr. Hayashi thought about it.

"Maybe you're right…" Syaoran clenched his teeth. I am right, you buffoon.

"Okay." Mr. Hayashi clapped his hands together. "I'll send her a card with another bouquet of flowers." (A/N: -_-;)

"What this time, sir?" asked Syaoran lamely.

"White roses with white daffodils and white frilly things again with white forget-me-nots."

"Sir?"

"What?"

"There is no such thing as white forget-me-nots. They're always blue."

"Oh. Just white roses then. Without the thorns." Syaoran bowed and left to get the roses. When he returned, he had a large bunch of white flowers in his arms, wrapped in clear paper. Mr. Hayashi nodded in approval.

Soon, Syaoran was taking a taxi and knocking on the hotel door of Kinomoto Sakura's room.

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