Shrink in Law

Therapist: Yelan Li. Therapist's son: Syaoran Li. Therapist's son's girlfriend: Sakura Kinomoto. Therapist's patient: Sakura Kinomoto.

This can get pretty interesting…

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. The plot was taken from Prime starring Meryl Streep and Uma Thurman. Rights belong to Universal and their affiliates.

A/N: This is the revised version.

One

Forced

Tokyo

Sakura Kinomoto was tired. It was well past midnight yet instead of sleeping, she was sitting at her dining room table in the spacious apartment she shared with her best friend, desperately trying to finish the last of her papers. Working overtime for the law firm was something she rarely did but ever since they made her a partner, it had somehow become a requirement. The harassed clients, the endless paperwork, the court appearances…it was all a part of the job. Idly stirring more sugar into her third cup of coffee, Sakura looked up at the clock and wondered where her roommate was.

Right, she thought angrily, I stay home on a Friday night to do paperwork while she's god-knows-where with that insufferable, stuck-up… impeccable, gorgeous-

She stopped. "Okay Sakura," she muttered, "that's Tomoyo's boy-toy, not yours." She added more sugar into her coffee.

At twenty-five years old, Sakura had few male friends, which meant no boyfriend, which definitely meant no love life. It wasn't that she was ugly, because she was far from it. But zero time, lots of work, wrecked relationships, and little patience for finding love had made Sakura build a wall around herself that separated her from any eager admirers. She was lonely of course, and inside she fantasized about fairy-tale romances where she'd meet a handsome stranger who'd carry her away so they could live happily ever after, but Sakura was far too prideful to admit that she, a realistic, pragmatic lawyer, would ever dream of such things.

And in her opinion, it was her shitty luck to have an idealistic fashion designer for a best friend.

Sakura was almost done with her work when the lock turned and in walked her roommate. With a pale face, long, wavy black hair, and large, amethyst-colored eyes, Tomoyo Daidouji radiated a vivaciousness and grace that few possessed, even at two in the morning.

"Oh Sakura," Tomoyo sighed in a soft, melodic voice, "I leave you here at eight and six hours later you're in the same position? It's a weekend! Do this later!" She walked over to her roommate and began to snatch the papers away.

"Hey!" Sakura snapped, "What do you think you're doing? I need that!"

"Not now you don't," Tomoyo replied, as she pried the papers away from Sakura's grasping hands.

"Oh no you don't," Sakura snarled, "you cannot come in here after six hours and take away my stuff without telling me about your date!"

"It wasn't a date, Sakura," Tomoyo said exaperatedly, "Eriol and I just wanted to talk about how we were going to market my fall collection."

"Oh it's Eriol now?"

Tomoyo blushed slightly as she finished snatching the rest of Sakura's papers from her and walked away, Sakura right behind her.

"Business chats do not last six hours!" Sakura said loudly as she traipsed behind Tomoyo. "I know for a fact that the restaurant where you two went closed at eleven. Where were you two for the last three hours, huh?"

Tomoyo mumbled something incoherent.

"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that last part. Why don't you just-"

"Okay, okay! I fold! It's too late to stand up to your damned interrogation antics! We went back to his apartment and had a few drinks!"

Sakura stopped. A dark look crossed her face as she said in a quiet, menacing voice, "What?"

"Sakura," Tomoyo began hurriedly, "I know it's a stupid thing to do to just go back to some random guy's house and have a drink with him and ordinarily I would not do any such thing but Eriol is a nice guy and I know for a fact that he would not-"

"You know for a fact?"

"Yes! Eriol is a gentleman, he would never-"

"This," Sakura snarled, "is precisely the kind of moronic person that I come across as a prosecutor. 'Oh, he was so nice! I just know that he'd never do anything bad!' Who knows, Tomoyo? Maybe that powdery stuff in your drink was just sugar! And the next thing you know-"

"Sakura!" Tomoyo snapped, "I understand your reasoning and I appreciate your concern but I am right here! I am alive. And please, Yelan-san would never introduce me to a psychopath. She's a therapist!"

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Oh right. Forgot about your precious shrink, who's so good at 'fixing' people that you came out worse than when you went in!"

"Did I now?" Tomoyo growled threateningly.

"At least before you knew not to go into the apartment of someone you barely knew."

"Well then, maybe you can do me a favor and analyze the analyst!"

"What?"

Tomoyo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Sakura," she began, "I've been noticing your lack of, um, companionship, and I really want my best friend to be happy-"

"Get to the point."

"-sanforyou."

Sakura blinked. "What? Something about…no love-life, appointment, Yelan-san..." She froze as comprehension dawned. "Did you just say what I think you said?" She hissed menacingly.

"Um…no?" Tomoyo squeaked.

"TOMOYO!"

"Please, Sakura!" Tomoyo pleaded. "Realize that this is for your own benefit!"

"And how does seeing a shrink benefit me? Do I look like I'm insane?"

Tomoyo didn't say anything.

"Okay don't answer that!" Sakura snapped.

"Sakura, she's not going to evaluate your sanity! I want her to help you find a man."

"I don't need a man."

"Everyone needs a man."

"Everyone is not you, Tomoyo."

"Sakura!" Tomoyo shouted, "I don't care whether or not you want to go. You are going, or I swear to Kami-sama I will set you up on a blind date!"

There was a pregnant pause before the fire in Sakura's jade-green eyes was extinguished and Tomoyo knew she had won. The battle, at least.

"Fine. Fine." Her shoulders slumping, Sakura sat down wearily and looked up at the ceiling. "Why do you do this to me, Tomoyo?" she asked.

"Because I love you and I want you to be happy."

"So sending me to a shrink will make me happy?"

"Indirectly, yes."

Sakura ceded. "Alright. It's your money after all."

There was a silence.

"Who said?"

So some changes were made in this chapter. Sakura's a little sharper, a little less desperate. And maybe a few other changes but I'll leave you guys to find out as you read on.