Okay...I know I'm supposed to be writing my other stories buttt I had a new idea and I had to go with it. So sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. So shut it.

I'm not sure about a title yet...so this may not be it.

Heres my crappy summary that I came up with last minute.

Summary: Sakura Kinomoto is a simple nurse trying to live her life to the fullest. After a few odd coincidences Syaoran Li, the leader of a huge corporation, drags her into a spiral of love, hate and just plain lust. Yet both are trying to disregard their feelings in a game of cat and mouse. But as soon as something good starts to happen Sakura gets accused of having relationships with patients and is blackmailed. And Syaoran soon gets engaged for his job's sake. Will their attraction die away when all of this ends or will they be able to save the fascination with each other that once captivated them?

When you and I collide

Chapter 1

Sakura Kinomoto, a vivid 19-year-old girl sat meekly staring out the window from her spot on an uncomfortable chair. Her honey-colored hair shined from the light of the sun as it fell in layers around her face and moved with the slightest turn of her head. It showed off her free spirited nature, her liveliness. A smile adorned her flawless face. Her cream skin held a light flushed color, she was exhausted from the days work, as it also showed in her drained eyes; Emerald eyes that normally held playfulness now engulfed in boredom.

She was a nurse, normally busy with things to do, and people to help. But today no signs of life seemed to show anywhere, at least not in her wing of the hospital. She grew tired of the chair and began to pace around the room, twirling and humming to herself.

She was startled when a loud thumping noise resinated through the quiet room. She turned her head to see a man leaning against the wood paneling of the door frame.

"Oh! What happened!" Sakura yelled worriedly running up to him. She kneeled in front of him and looked at his face, his amber eyes were slightly glazed over and his breathing was labored. His chocolate colored hair clung to his forehead from the beads of sweat that precariously slid down his face.

"Football?" He mumbled as she turned her body to where his arm was. He released his hold on the door frame and allowed Sakura to put her hands around his waist and helped him to a bed that was a few feet away. She released her hold on him and chided him to lay disregarding all his protests.

"I'm fine really! Look I can wal--!" He tried to get up only to be pushed back by her hand.

"Shut up. What really happened?" Sakura stared at him trying to read him. He kept quiet and she took this as her time to find out on her own what was wrong. She laid her hand on his forehead to find it burning hot. She ignored the electric sparks that sent jolts through her body when she touched him and pulled away looking on the counter for something.

"I told you...I was playing football." He said with an icy bite. Sakura almost laughed he looked at her with a raised brow.

"I'm sorry, but a man with a build like yours can't be this exhausted from a single game of football." She stated this as if it were a fact. She stopped for a second and realized what she said, a blush crept onto her face as he smirked. After a short silence he replied.

"My friends are ruthless?" He said looking away from her staring at the wall.

"You have a fever. You're sick. You shouldn't play football in this condition. It's... unhealthy. " Sakura shot back coming back and handing him an aspirin and a small glass of water. "Here this should help."

"It's just a cold. I'll be fine. I don't need a little girl like you telling me what to do... Sakura Kinomoto" He said eyeing her name tag then taking the pill and swallowing it followed by the water.

"Excuse me? I'm a nurse, you came to me for help, so if you don't want this little girl telling you what to do next time you choose to over-exert yourself, go find someone else to bitch to." Sakura said irritated at being called a little girl. Sure she was young, probably the youngest working at the hospital but she didn't need to hear it from an arrogant guy! A gorgeous arrogant guy...

She grabbed her bag and proceeded to walk out the door. The man's hand shot out and pulled her back easily. She turned around and glared at him.

"What!" She blurted angrily attempting to free herself from his grasp, only to have him hold onto her with a tighter grasp. He's strong too...

"Thank you for your time." He smiled at her to her surprise. He said that so sophisticatedly. Who the hell was this guy? He let her go and she walked out the door not before turning back to stare at him for one last second turning around to nearly come in contact with the door. She grumbled to herself as she heard him laugh at her.

Sakura's mind filled with the thoughts of the guy before. She was annoyed by this, no one has invaded her mind so much in one day. And she was with him for a mere 10 minutes at most.

She stared out her window into the dead of the night. The clock read 3:30AM when she had last looked. Everything was quiet, the only sound she heard was of her best friend up late sketching loudly on the table periodically slamming the pencil in frustration after a few minutes of more silence. She'd have to ask later.

He had a beautiful smile . . . he was gorgeous. He was arrogant. But that only seemed to get her mind thinking of him more often. His eyes made her skip a beat; amber eyes that could kill when angry but also looked so kind that you could drown in the warmth. His voice was so smooth and sultry, it made her shiver and when he got mad at her it made her enjoy the loud bark tied with an icy tone. She couldn't figure out why she liked it, normally she hated guys who were jerks.

Speaking of, he had called her little, but he seemed just as young, maybe a few years older then herself. Just because she was petite didn't mean she was a little kid. She felt her cheeks to feel them slightly warm.

"Agghh" She mumbled audibly. She got out of her bed and figured she wouldn't get any sleep and walked out into the spacious living room to see her best friend leaning over their dining room table sketching madly. They lived together in a large house. They were both young but they both quickly got great jobs each contributing to the nice house they bought not too long ago.

"Sakura...pick a color." She said abruptly, lifting her head to stare into the face of the shocked Sakura. "Sorry, I just heard you walk in."

"Oh." Sakura said with a smile as she walked over to her beautiful friend stepping lightly on a crumbled piece of sketch paper, and looked to see the floor around her friend littered with them. "What am I picking a color for Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo was an intelligent lively girl. She had fulfilled her life long dream of being a fashion designer and had been working on her newest spring line up that she would reveal within the next week. Sakura only encouraged Tomoyo in her dream having been the model and inspiration for her work.

Tomoyo looked tired like she had been up the whole time working on this one sketch. It showed through her gorgeous amethyst eyes and her tousled lavender hair.

"This dress color, it'll be ruined with the wrong color. So help me?" Tomoyo pleaded as she pointed to the sketched dress on the piece of paper. It was a spring dress that had a halter top that tied behind the neck with two thin ties and dipped with a V giving it a feminine touch but not enough to be indecent. The dress came to just above the knees, a playful length for the season. There was what seemed to be a darker shaded border along the ties around the neck and just below the bust was another tie that created a snug fit through the top and flowed freely at the hips showing the figure of the female who wore it exquisitely. It was beautiful, simple and clean.

"Oh it's pretty! Hm . . . how about a light green for the main color and a white color for the border shades?" Sakura suggested with a smile. Tomoyo let out a gasp of approval and grabbed Sakura by her shoulders.

"Sakura! You're a genius!" Tomoyo stated with a giggle, she began to lightly go over it with color and smiled with content. "...Oh and Sakura? I'm glad you like the dress . . . 'cause you'll be modeling it for me. Now shouldn't you be getting some sleep? Is something bothering you?"

Sakura's face dropped a bit. "Tomoyo! I can't-I couldn't, I couldn't pull off that look!"

"Nonsense Sakura. Don't be silly. You'll look perfect in it!" Tomoyo advertized seeming to have stars in her pretty eyes. Sakura laughed and finally agreed.

"Hey Tomoyo?" Sakura asked shyly her voice was full of confusion and lostness.

"If it was meant to be, you'll run into him again." Tomoyo said before she could continue. Tomoyo knew Sakura as if they were sisters, she knew her like the back of her hand. She smiled encouragingly as Sakura sighed with relief to get it off her chest... well somewhat. "Get some sleep Saku. We'll talk tomorrow"

Sakura nodded and hugged her best friend and walking to her room. "Goodnight Tomoyo"

Sakura snuggled into her bed, holding onto a pillow as she thought about Tomoyo's words. "...like that will ever happen..."

...2 years later...

A man with chocolate brown hair clutched his right arm protectively, his amber eyes set into a glare. He cursed aloud as he felt a serge of pain ripple up his arm.

Damn his friends, damn them all. They were playing a nice game of tackle football a bit too hard and then. BAM! Hello Syaoran meet the rocky ground below you and the five large men on top of you. And the loud bam noise you heard wasn't just the impact of the six of you falling to the ground, but it was also the sickening crunch of your right arm fracturing.

He refused help from his friends seeing as how the hospital was a few blocks away. He didn't need their help anyhow. He was a grown man.

He sighed deeply ignoring the beauty of the scenery around him. It was around the time the Sakura trees should bloom, but he didn't notice.

His co-workers would be pissed. They'd bitch on and on about this. They'd question him about his childish games. He could just hear it now. "How can Li Syaoran of the Li CORP. break his arm playing a stupid game! What will our competition think!"

He was just 22 and he ran the largest company in Tokyo, he shouldn't have to answer to them. Anyone else his age would be out having a good time.

He walked through the doors of the hospital receiving some stares from the waiting patients. Why do they have to make such a big deal of him walking into a hospital alone... clutching his fractured arm...Okay fine. He could reason with the fractured arm deal.

"Mr. Li . . . your arm!" the brunette woman at the front desk gasped. She stood up but he motioned with his left arm for her to sit.

"I'm fine, just need to see someone." He said smoothly with a pearly smile running a hand through his unruly chocolate colored hair. She blushed crimson as she grabbed the phone quickly.

"I'll get you the very best Mr. Li!" She rummaged around for the list of doctors pagers.

"Hey Jasmine is it?" He asked looking at her name tag when she looked up and nodded he continued, "It's alright no need to call, I have someone in mind to help me if that's okay."

She nodded quickly and asked if he needed help finding the person. He shook his head and walked down the west corridor of the hospital.

His hopes were high as he searched through every room of the hospital looking for the feisty girl he had met a few years ago. He wondered what became of her. He wondered if she was still there...if she was now a Doctor or if she was still working there. He would have stalked her down but a few days after he had met her he was sent to China for an important business agreement that would last a few years.

The beautiful brunette had to be somewhere, he could feel it. Sakura... her name rolled off his tongue nicely. Her worried eyes embedded themselves into his head. The unearthly emerald color that only she seemed to have. Her perfect body and lips engraved into his mind on countless restless nights. The touches that ignited his body and her cute feistiness that made him want to see her all the more. Want her all the more...

He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he opened a faculty door with his left arm but they flooded back into his head. As soon as he entered, he regretted it. Before him was the half naked Sakura pulling on a spring dress. He took in his surroundings. "Oh shit" he mumbled seeing that he was in the women locker room...but his eyes quickly fixated onto the body of the female in front of him. At least he found her.

Sakura had heard him and let out a shriek when she saw him, but failed to notice the broken arm as she picked up the closest thing to her and launched it at him. He cursed madly as he got pelted with a medical hardcover book ...a 500-page medical book. It hit him conveniently on his forehead and he momentarily blacked out.

Sakura took the time to pull on the green spring dress and was shocked to see a man laying on the floor passed out with the book on his face in an uncomfortable looking way. She then noticed his right arm laying limp on the floor of the locker room. Was it broken? Did she break it! She started to freak out.

"Oh my god! I'm going to get sued! Fired even! What's wrong with me! Aghhh!" She said to herself as she kneeled in front of him and peeled away the book only to gasp in shock. It was him, from two years ago! She just knocked him out? She began to freak out again. "What the hell did I do!"

She ran around the room frantically. She couldn't believe she knocked the guy out. She went into the supply room and grabbed some ice from the refrigerator, a sling, some towels, some aspirin and a pillow all while ignoring comments from her coworkers. She ran back into the almost empty locker room and was glad that only she got off at this time today.

She kneeled beside him and cursed aloud at his idiocy. Why didn't he stabilize his fractured arm? At least put ice on it. She glared at him in his state of unconsciousness. He didn't seem the type to be aware of his own well being though, remembering the last time he came in he was sick. And that was two years ago...

She took a towel and wrapped it around his slightly swelling upper arm, knowing that he might not have to have a cast depending on the severity of the fracture knowing from past experience that most would enjoy a sling to a cast any day. She couldn't be too sure though, at least until after he comes to. She put the ice on his arm and attempted to tie it around his neck in his laying position. She failed.

"Dammit" she mumbled stopping her work and thinking of how she can put this on right while holding him up. It wouldn't work, and she most certainly could not call for help. She pulled on his shoulders and lifted his upper body and let him fall with a soft 'thud' onto her shoulder. She ignored the fact that his head was resting on her chest and that his silky hair was falling down her neck, collar bone and slowly down her bare chest with a featherlike touch, causing her to shiver. Ticklish? 'I wish I didn't wear this dress...' She implied the V neck dipping downwards and only wished she had just a scarf to cover herself up.

She would kill herself if he was to wake up and prayed to God he didn't... at least not till he was off of her. She finished tying the sling snugly around his neck and arm and gently laid him back down so he could rest on a hospital pillow.

"Now to tend to the wound I inflicted on him..." Sakura said to no one in particular, and peered down at his forehead. 'I did some damage...' His forehead was a reddish pink color and near the middle a black and blue swirled monster known as a bruise was already starting to form. His poor head...'his poor beautiful head...'

She took the ice bag and wrapped an extra washcloth to keep his skin from getting too cold and put it on his forehead. Now all she had to do was wait for him to wake up.

She sat there in an uneasy silence and jerked in surprise when her work pager went off from her doctor's uniform she had thrown in a frenzy. She reached over and read the neon letters. Doctor Mayer needed her right away. She groaned aggravated. Someone must have let him know she was still in the building so they didn't have to do it. She laughed evilly. 'Well too bad! I'm busy already'

And besides she couldn't possibly leave this man out cold on the floor of the locker room for three reasons. One, she was off of work already and she wouldn't let the person who told the doctor half ass their way through work. Two, he was out cold because of her. And three, because if she left him here alone in the locker room defenseless, a woman would murder him or rape him!

And she couldn't have that! It was wrong!

She decided she'd stay, and face the consequence later, turning off the pager and setting it aside waiting for the man to wake up. She stared at his face. He was still so gorgeous. It boggled her mind. Her eyes drifted to his hair. She yearned to reach out and run her hands through the silky messy mane of hair that made him look so...sexy.

"Fuck. He's gonna hate me!" She yelled audibly wishing she could die in a small ditch. 'But he saw me naked!' Any sane, normal...human man would stare at a naked girl.

Her mind drifted to how many girls he as seen naked and shook her head disgusted. 'Guys are pigs!'

"Ugh..."

Sakura looked down to see him awaken, his intense amber eyes slightly unfocused.

Syaoran stared around the unfamiliar room, trying to refocus his eyes. When they did his eyes, met with the gaze of beautiful green ones. "Ugh...I had a dream a naked girl knocked me out... with a book...how sad."

Sakura's nervous laugh filled his ears melodically. "You don't say?"

Realization dawned as he felt the throbbing headache returning and the numbing cold the ice had exerted on his forehead. He could feel his right arm protectively confined in a sling. "...Nice aim . . . though that wasn't my idea of a 'nice to see you after so long.'"

Sakura could hear his deep laugh and saw a small smile form on his delicious looking lips. Oh how she wished to-

Bad thoughts Sakura! Remember him? The guy you knocked out! 'How could I forget...At least he is taking humor to the situation.'

"I'm really sorry, that was stupid of me," Sakura said genuinely sorry. She looked away ashamed of what she did. "You might want to take these"

Syaoran looked at her, and felt the need to lighten the mood. He grabbed the aspirin that was in her hand and swallowed it. It reminded him of their last encounter. "Hey, at least it wasn't a large rock."

Sakura- to Syaoran's delight laughed. "Yes, I guess you're right, but the book still did knock you out. Now about your injuries...You have a large bruise on your forehead, the swelling will die down soon...nothing major happened...thank God" Sakura added closing her eyes as if thanking god. She continued. "Though I couldn't diagnose the severity of your arm until you woke up so unfortunately you'll have to stay a bit longer."

Syaoran swiftly nodded yelping when the bag of ice that had melted too much toppled down onto his neck with a bitingly cold touch. He instinctively tried to grab it but seeing as the arm was confined in a sling it did no help. "Fucking cold!" Where was his other hand when he needed it?

Sakura's giggle floated to his ears beautifully. He would have done that again to hear that. Nevertheless he shot her a glare and picked up the ice pack and threw it at her. She didn't see it coming and it smacked softly on her face and fell to the ground the water slushing around. Sakura shot a haughty glare.

"You could have ducked." Syaoran replied back with a laugh.

Sakura looked at him. She reached her hand out to gingerly trace the bruise she had caused without thinking. She pulled away when he winced but also because the same spark jolted through her body and pooled into the pits of her stomach. "You could have ducked too.."

She stood up and kindly reached out her hand to help him up. The least she could do right?

Syaoran gladly accepted, enjoying her hands on his as he was pulled up. It was then was he able to fully notice how small she actually was. She was short but her height matched her fiery personality. She was thin, but she was filled out. And aside from the last time he saw her, which was in her white and red nurse attire which was far too short to be considered prim and proper for work but he didn't mind it at all. This time she was in regular clothing, a beautiful green and white spring designer dress. It looked amazing on her, but at the current moment his mind was fixated on the sight in which he had found her.

Sakura also took the time to look over the man towering above her. He was tall as she had to look up to meet his flawless face. He was in a black tank top and shorts and by god did he look good. Through the shirt she could see how well chiseled and taut his body was. She could have sworn her free hand twitched aching to reach up and to run her hands over his body. She longed to be enveloped in his arms and to just kiss-

'No Sakura No! You just met the guy! You cannot think that way!'

"I was too busy staring at you and your-" Syaoran tore her from her mental quarrel. He smiled though his eyes held no emotion that Sakura could read. She flushed a little as she realized his eyes weren't exactly on her face.

"Pervert"

"I'm not the one who was flaunting it around and acting like a stripper" Syaoran lied through his teeth, though he smirked openly. He didn't care that he dug his own grave. He was actually expecting another book being hurled at him.

"Excuse me! I was changing to go home, in the LOCKER ROOMS!" Sakura said emphasizing the words' locker room. She wanted to smack him, but she did enough damage. Sakura just stood there baffled. As Syaoran just shrugged and looked to be in deep thought she nearly fell to the ground in udder confusion, he was still smirking...that insanely irritating gorgeous smirk.

"Agh! What the hell are you smirking for you idiot!" Sakura yelled frustrated throwing her hands up in an angry fashion.

Anything Sakura had thought about him today she trampled, shot, poisoned, kicked, punched, squashed and pounded into oblivion.

"I'm just remembering something...hot." he said with a toothy grin. The grin of a pervert as she had called him earlier. He didn't care though, he was a 22-year-old. He had hormones like any other guy and this girl's feistiness only helped to fuel the burning urge to throw her down on the floor and do something drastic.

"You're unbelievable!" She replied grabbing her bag from a locker and walking away. She offhandedly said, "go find a doctor your arm wont get better on it's own."

Syaoran quickly shot out and pulled her away from the door with his left hand. She failed to see the somewhat hurt look in his amber orbs. "You aren't going to help me?"

"But...I just got off work..." She drifted away from the thoughts realizing how selfish she sounded. She sighed deeply and pulled him by the left arm, much to Syaoran's amusement, out of the locker room to come face to face with Doctor Mayer.

"Shit." Sakura murmured quietly but Syaoran caught it. He stood next to her and looked at the black haired blue eyed pretty boy in front of him. He didn't like the looks of him.

"Sakura..." The doctor rolled her name off his tongue eyeing Sakura and Syaoran back and forth. He seemingly glared at Syaoran who was more then happy to shoot one back. The doctor also took a double take at Syaoran's forehead. That had to have hurt. His eyes looked lustfully over Sakura's body. Syaoran could tell he was after her...and he didn't like it.

"Oh, Doctor Mayer..I'm sorry I couldn't get your message, I was heading home but I ran into–"

"Her boyfriend" Syaoran said smoothly with enough force to get the guy to stop ogling over Sakura. Sakura's eyes widened as she made a start to disagree. Syaoran pulled her closer to him and smiled innocently to both of them. "Yes, I hurt my arm and...my forehead so my beautiful girlfriend was helping me out."

The doctor cleared his throat and thought something up. "Oh I see. Well have a good night." He replied quickly.

"You too." Sakura stated sweetly as Syaoran began to pull her away. When the doctor was out of earshot Sakura pulled herself from Syaoran's grasp.

"What is wrong with you! I don't even know your name, and yet now you're my boyfriend?" Sakura was so relieved that she didn't get in trouble, but at the same time this man was toying with her. She didn't like it at all!

Syaoran didn't even realize he had forgotten to say his name. He figured everyone knew him by his large corporation. He must have been mistaken. He didn't know if he should feel good she didn't know who he was because that would mean she wasn't into his money. He mentally kicked himself. 'Which girl am I talking about? She seems to hate me.'

"Hey..calm down, I just saved your ass. And also did you expect me to let him stare at you open mouthed like that?" Syaoran asked curtly. His eyes flashing a deepened red. The thought of someone staring at her like that was horrible and sick. 'I'm such a hypocrite.'

"Wha-? Jon? No way. And besides, what's it matter to you? What if I actually like that guy?" Sakura said evenly. She didn't like anyone...at least she didn't think. She felt almost flattered that he would go on the defensive because some man was staring at her. But she stopped all those thoughts. She was mad...at least she thought she was.

Her words were like sharp daggers through Syaoran. His eyes shown jealousy but he masked it with indifference. Why did it matter to him? It's not like he liked her or anything.

"Oh? If you do then all the power to you, I wish you only happiness, Kinomoto." Syaoran mumbled biting his tongue trying not to over react. He didn't even know the girl.

It was Sakura's turn to feel the pang of hurt in her gut. He could so easily toss her away like that? 'I have a first name...' She felt as if she lost all personal connection she had with him at that point even though it was only a patient, nurse connection... rightt..

They walked into an empty hospital room and she began to help him with his arm injury.

"How did you manage this by the way?" Sakura inquired breaking the long awkward silence.

"Football."

Sakura walked out of the hospital a few hours later then she normally would this fine evening. Hot on her heels was the man who has yet to say his name. She glanced over her shoulder to see him running a hand through his hair staring up at the sky. Oh how he could hit a nerve..

Sakura needed to get home, but she was going to refuse to leave without getting this guys name. She turned around with a glare and he looked at her with a confused face.

"What's your damn name?" She demanded, and glared as he laughed amused.

Syaoran was contemplating telling her the one piece of information that could take away his secrecy with her. He walked up to her peeved self and leaned in to be level with her.

"Don't demand things babe." He whispered seductively into her ear. Sakura could feel his breath leaving goose bumps on her skin. Oh she hated this guy...

"Night doctor" Was the last words emitted from his mouth before he left her standing in front of the hospital. She stood there and let him walk away. Watching his back fade out into the streets.

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Well there's Chapter 1.Hope you like it, Chapter 2 will come out soon, that is if you liked it. Tell me what you think please and thanks.

-meee.