Authors note: Hey everyone! :) *grinning widely* I know I was extinct all this while and have left Finding Love wandering somewhere too. I am sorry. Really am. Grad School applications do take a toll of you. It's really hectic to be multi-tasking things. Anyways, I know, my personal life is of no need for you people. So this a new story although I will be updating Finding love soon enough. Much lighter, more quirkier and more fun(hopefully!) This is the 1st chapter, which was, unfortunately, typed at 2 in the night. So it would sound all garbled probably.

Edited version! Cheers!

The crisp blast of cold wind hit my face as soon as I stepped out of the train. Frowning slightly, I put my head down, dug my hands deeper into the pockets of my coat and walked forward briskly along with the other early morning commuters entering London. It was a pleasant day to my surprise. No infuriating drizzles to soak you. The whole rain and winter combination, doesn't go well according to me. "One torture at a time is what I can bear" I thought wryly as I turned towards the Bond Street.

The early Sunday morning crowd was definitely sparse. Idling through the art galleries, I deliberated over the lecture I was due tomorrow. It was the first in the series of lectures I would be co-presenting with my uncle, Prof. Fujitaka Kinomoto. A slow wide smile spread over my face as I imagined the theory we were going to put forth.

A shocked reaction had crossed my uncle's face too when I had explained him how I had solved the problem of proton disintegrating before we could derive its antimatter. An electron barrier was the key! Separate it and contain it using the barrier till it got under the stable range. A theoretical possibility for now but hey, we were already working on how to realize it. The paper we published was greatly appreciated too. But the scrutiny of the international academia was certainly unnerving. Imagine my relief when the university firmly demanded the symposium to be in London.

Which explains why I am toying with the tassels hanging from the curtains of the painting of- wait, A Renoir? Yeah, it must be the real one too; the brush strokes are indubitably his. Probably also explains the polite yet guarded stare of the owner of the gallery. Girls with wild curls and a Victorian sense of fashion like me are clearly not in his definition of 'sanity', apparently. So I walk out hastily looking back to see if the old goose is still staring. On seeing his droopy eyes following me intently, I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Instead I smile wryly and proceed into the sunlight. People were swarming slowly now, which rings alarm bells in my head. I bend my head down and try to walk through the crowd faster.

So, did I tell you about myself yet? From what you must have wondered already of the illegible ramblings above, I am a grad student majoring in particle physics. Yes, I am a geek. And yes, I love books more than real people. So you can stop those snickers behind my back, I can hear them. I am also a situationally shy girl who gets bouts of suffocation in crowded places. (What is it called, agoraphobia? yeah, something like that!) So what was I doing in an seemingly inconspicuous art gallery in the wee hours of a lovely day in London? I happen to have a passion for Renaissance paintings, which is what you get if your mother was a museum curator and you grow up talking to Monets and Picassos.

But hey, did I tell you I am a born klutz? Yeah, guess not. Like this poor guy below me. I try to get up only to slip and fall again. My embarrassment reaches its peek as I desperately try to push myself off him. The second fall opened up my messy bun too, framing my face from him. Hoping he won't book me under physical abuse, I struggle to my feet finally.

Standing on the stable ground after the ordeal and reconfirming the coordinates of my feet, I cautiously pull my hair back to have a clear look at him and wondering where I had seen him before. He does seem familiar. He gets up immediately after me, brushing his coat in a brusque way. Preparing for apologies, I open my mouth to start with a sorry when the goof cuts me off!

"You needn't have barreled into me for an autograph, woman. I could have given it without being knocked out!" he said with an air of hostility, glaring at me all the way. Definitely wrong about the 'poor' guy part. And oblivious that I was, there does seem to be a fan girl population around him. One of the girls brushed me off to lunge at him and I nearly lost my balance, yet again!

That did it. Something snapped inside me and I pushed- hey, did I tell you the best thing about me? My temper. Yep. I wasn't nicknamed the Lochness monster of the library for no reason. The people, who know about it, stay away from it. Very wise indeed. But for morons like this guy-that girl aside to give him a piece of my mind.

"You listen to me mister." I said loudly, drawing myself to my full height, which was clearly an inch or two shorter than him.

"I have no bloody idea who you are, let alone beg your pompous arse for an autograph. I bumped into you accidentally and was about to apologize but your manners doesn't seem to make it necessary anymore. Go find some paparazzi and a fan club badge to wear if you should bloat your ego." I said scathingly and walked away, rejoicing inwardly for his bewildered expression.

Oh and just so you know I am Sakura Kinomoto. I live in Oxfordshire with my only family, my uncle and his son. The guy I bumped into? Apparently the teenage heartthrob, Syaoran Li. Like it matters anyways what that brat is. As far as I know, He is a pompous arse, right? Yeah. I so wish I don't see his obnoxious face again.