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Summary-[Based on the song "Lonely n' Gorgeous" by Tommy february/heavenly6 He was a model, I was his assistant. He was constantly an ass to me, I continued to do his bidding. He called me useless, I continued to smile. He hated me, I fell in love with him. He knew he was lonely, I knew he was still gorgeous. We realized that love was inevitable.
My father had always told me to never give up. Life was like a roller coaster, you constantly have your twists, turns, ups and most certainly the downs. Although I hardly had my ups, I had learned to stare down at my problems and think of them as a challenge to continue marching forward, with a smile in front of your face. However, sometimes it did make you think otherwise, especially if your boss shoved his own problems in your face, expecting you to fix them for him. As you can obviously tell, working with THE Li, Syaoran was not walk in the pretty park. Syaoran had a complaint for anything he stared at with those pretty little brown eyes of his. If he didn't like what he had, he would have this bad tendency to throw it at me and make me fix his problem. Although, as many of you would know by now, I would take his abuse and do whatever I could do, that was possibly allowed with power I had. By these words, I think many of you would think all he was-- Was an ignorant, cry baby who constantly had a temper tantrum just because he didn't get everything he wanted. Don't get me wrong, I had thought the same way at first, but once you've lived with the guy for like… Three months straight, you'd have to admit, he deserved everything he got. You see, Syaoran was a hard worker, a very hard worker. Since his father had passed away some years ago, he was also helping out his mother with their family business. So, you have this impossibly hot guy, who also had the brains to run a worldly known business corporation and still had time to drink the daily wine cooler, not to mention snap a picture or two at random times.
He must be God. Plain and simple.
"KINOMOTO, WHERE'S MY WATER!?" Speak of the devil…
"Coming sir…" I muttered as I dropped my clip board and rushed to the ice cooler and grabbed another water bottle. After tripping on a few wires that were conveniently there, I stumbled my way toward his pretty little chair that had the name "Li" scribbled in pretty cursive writing. I winced again, he called me useless… Again. I think I should have taken in Eriol's advice and take ballet lessons with Tomoyo, and then maybe I would be able to work on some foot coordination. Oh, I don't I've properly introduced you to Daidouji, Tomoyo and Hiiragizawa, Eriol. Long term best friends of mine, Tomoyo's actually my second cousin and Eriol… Well, he randomly appeared out of nowhere in grade school and since then, he's been in an on and off relationship with Tomoyo. Here's the thing, Tomoyo's actually a fashion designer and our dear Li models her designs for most of his photo shoots. As for Eriol, he's her assistant! Go figure.
Anyway, I had turned around to pick up my clipboard and just before I was to retire to my usual post, which was next to the photographer, I heard a snap. Turning around again, my eyes met with Syaoran's, although, he wasn't even looking at me. I felt myself blink a few times before I heard him mutter something in Cantonese, which faded into Japanese and sounded like, "… Daidouji called, wanting you to call her back on your break."
I nodded slowly and whipped out my planner that I had used for Syaoran's schedule. Taking the pen, I turned once more and jotted down some notes about calling back Tomoyo as Syaoran gracefully got up and walked back to the screen for more shooting.
The day rolled by as it usually did, since I now found myself dragging Syaoran's bag(s) back into his closet. The usual door slammed interrupted my thoughts, however, it did signal me that I was finally off for the night. I giggled quietly as I got his usual Tylenol and small glass of water ready. Before he got up, I had at least a few hours to talk to Tomoyo before I would hear him cry out for me. I think this guy couldn't live without me. Anyway, I whipped out my pink cell phone and dialed Tomoyo's cell.
"Daidouji," I heard her light voice answer. I laughed as I heard someone groan in the background and muttered bitterly about banning cell phones, "Oh! Sakura!"
"Evening Tomoyo, was that Eriol?" I asked as she signed but muttered a soft toned yes, "I figured… Anyway, was there something you need?"
"Actually, there is…" she answered, with a familiar tone that I usually dreaded since we were younger, "You see-"
"Whatever it is, no," I shot back.
"But Sakura, you never allowed me to finish."
"I don't need to."
"Sakura! I love you; you know I would never do anything that would kill you!"
"No."
"Sakura! Please!"
"Alright fine, you can tell me… No promise that I'll willingly do it."
I heard the famous "Hohohoho!" laugh and the groan from Eriol, who probably was suffering more than I was, really. I muttered one of my "I'm going to regret this" quotes as I rubbed my forehead, although, Tomoyo was the only person who made me happy, even if I was at my worst. Then again, we pretty much grew up together.
"Thank you," I could hear the sugar sweet smile, dripping from that mouth of hers, "You love me, ne?"
"Of course I do Tomo-"
"Splendid!" she giggled, "Eriol, love… Please be quiet… I'm on the phone with my one and only."
"You tell 'em…"
"Alright, then… As I was going to say-" pause, she was probably giving Eriol one of those looks, the ones that you could picture your death in her eyes, "You see, I have this fashion show coming up in a matter of weeks, six weeks if you count today."
"Yes?"
"Well, Sakura… I'm a little less short on models-"
"And you want me to book in Syaoran for a male model, got it."
"… That's one, now… I'm in desperate need of a female model."
"Tomoyo?"
"Sakura, ifyoulovemeenoughyou'ddothisforme!"
"What?"
"I just found out one of my main models is two mouths pregnant and she can't fit in any of the dresses I have."
"And?"
"For a last minute decision, the only person who had her body shape and type is… You."
"WHAT!?"
"Sakura…?"
"No, no, no, no, no and NO!"
"But Sakura- Please!"
"Tomoyo, how could you!? You, of all people, should really know how I am!"
"Yes, you're quite lovely and if we could just-"
"I have no foot coordination whatsoever!"
"We can fix that!"
"You know how I am about my body!"
"With a little bit of excise-"
"Are you implying that I'm fat!?"
"Sakura, no-"
"I'm ungodly white!"
"There are such things as tanning sal-"
"My hair's constantly a mess!"
"With some hair products and a straighter-"
"I break out easily!"
"I have some moisturizers-"
"I hate wearing make up!"
"I have some natural cosmetics-"
"I wear glasses you know!"
"You also have contacts-"
"No Tomoyo; end of story!"
"YING FA!" I think I just woke up sleeping beauty. Squealing loudly, I dropped my phone (and accidentally hung up on Tomoyo, but that's beside the point) and quickly made my way to his room. Busting the door open, I blushed heavily. Well, by the time he'd yell, that body of his would be hidden away from the world but much to my displeasure, (I'm so lying) my eyes collided with his shirtless and sweaty form. The light was dimmed, giving him this glowing effect and his hair was messier, which gave me the impression that I must have died and gone to heaven. Soon enough, his chocolate orbs crashed with mine and that usual scowl faded into that infamous smirk he held. I could feel the blood rush rapidly to my face, like whitewater rapids crashing against huge rocks. I was hypnotized beyond all reason; everything just refused to move as my eyes were tortured when he began to advance toward my unfortunate form.
Run, run, run, RUN!
Too late, he was officially towering over me. His hands slammed between my head, pinning me to the wall as I stood, like a deer staring at headlights. I watched his eyes, those pools of velvet chocolate scanning my form, almost undressing me with his eyes. I wanted to speak, seriously but my voice hid away, not wanting to fuel him any further. He finally moved a hand, his silky skin touching my cheek as he leaned forward… His lips now next to my ear.
"Where's my aspirin?" he asked, his voice dripping with silky velvet as he spoke. I shuddered at this as my arm robotically pointed at the door that was still open, the tray of his medicine and the glass of water ready. He grunted as he pulled away and soon enough I was pushed out of the room. Groaning, I felt a bit of a burning sensation when my body collided with the carpet but that quickly went away as he slammed his door and went back to sleep; well, so I assumed.
I think I was going to have a heart attack. God, that was scary, very scary. I looked down at my hands; they were shaking like no tomorrow. I blushed heavily once more. He knew that I loved him and so this was just another thing to mock me with. He knew how to swoon many girls but he seemed to have a habit to me with everything he possibly had. I can break so easily around him; he was like a walking and talking drug to me… I knew it was bad, but I was too addicted to even care; I wanted more, more, and more. I wanted it so much that I would rather die than stop and quit cold turkey. Is this what smokers deal with when they are in need of a cigarette? I think so…
It was around 10:00 AM when I woke up the next morning. Syaoran had nothing scheduled today and so I found myself lounging around the living room and the kitchen. Apparently Syaoran had left early for a business meeting and would be home sometime later; that coming from the note from the driver. I had no say on his Li Corp. work, so whenever that happened, I ended up spending the day being lazy and such or going out by myself. It wasn't a new thing for me and I slowly began to get used to be around strangers in Hong Kong. There was a lot of good shopping and sometimes I would treat myself with a new book or maybe a DVD of some sort that I would end up watching sometime later. Although, today seemed so tiring I had refused to leave the condo. The window was opened, allowing the wind to breeze in and allowing the warm day to cool down the room. I was currently sitting on the couch, watching some Cantonese drama. Apparently it was about a boy and a girl who have these magical powers and the boy apparently eyed her as a rival. They were supposed to capture these magical play cards because the girl was too nosy for her own good when she opened some weird red book; it released some powers that the book was sealing since the creator had died for some unknown reason. So right now, I got hooked and managed to watch the marathon the channel was currently playing-- And I had noticed that the show was basically called Card Kidnappers but going how familiar the show was, it was apparently a live action version to Cardcaptor Sakura back in Japan (which happened to be one of my all time favorite Anime as a kid). Which then I realized why it looked so damn familiar!
My phone suddenly rang, while scaring the living shit outta me, I had jumped a few feet before I flipped it open and answered, "Tomoyo- I swear if you ask me again I'll-"
"You'll what, Sakura?" a not so Tomoyo-ish voice answered. I squeaked again and began to laugh nervously.
"Ah! Stupid big brother!" I yelled, too happily as I could feel the anger seep out of him, "How are you and big sister Kaho doing!? How's the baby!? Did you guys have it yet!? Ooooh! If you did, then congrats! Send me pictures!"
"Shut up, Sakura," he hissed… Score, "We're doing fine and no, we didn't have the baby yet… Geez, you're hyper, what'd that brat give you?"
"Nothing… This is on my own accord," I told him, "Anyhoo, what's up?"
"Well, Dad wanted to know when you're gonna visit him," he informed me, rather lazily, "You do know you have family here… In JAPAN, right?"
"I know… Look, I'll be on vacation from Li in a few weeks, I'll see if I can sneak away for a few days."
"If you say so," he seemed to shrugged, "Well, it's good to hear from you, Sakura."
"Same here, Touya," I laughed, "Bye."
"Bye," and he hung up.
I signed heavily as I closed my cell. Touya was right, I have family in Japan and its been months since I last visited. I wonder how everyone back there is doing… As soon as my mind began to wander, the door to the apartment began to shake and loud noises began to thunder through it. I quickly ran to the door and opened it- As usual; it was just Syaoran, but this time… He was drunker than usual. I looked at him rather funny before he looked at me and slightly glared, then he shoved me away and he stocked to his room before slamming it closed. I blinked a few times and shook my head.
What did I do?