Summary: She always thought she had bad Karma. Why? Because the man that she loathes the most will probably be the man she spends the rest of her life with. How? Because he was her partner for everything in school. Now? Her roommate and work partner. Law makes things always seem so much frustrating.

Disclaimer: Me no own CCS so you no sue!

Before we begin with the story, I would just like to say a huge thanks to all the reviews I had for this chapter. I hadn't expected many people to take much interest since it hadn't been updated since forever, but now, now I shall finish this story, hopefully in time for christmas too.

UnbreakableTrio; Lol, I never thought myself the kami-sama of this story, although it does seem like a nice aspect, but never fear, this isn't a tragic story, it's just their backgrounds may seem tragic. I think the whole point of this story is to prove that running away from your problems doesn't mean anything will get solved. It's also nice to see someone who has read Cupid's Chokehold since it was first released, and hmm, yes, I think next chapter it will be going up to rating M so, everyone's fingers crossed (and toes!)

MiddiVampira; Heh, yeah I noticed once I had actually posted the chapter that there were a few mistakes which I could curse myself for. Cycic was the main once, especially since if you look in chapter one or two of Cupid's Chokehold you actually see me spelling it right, but I'll probably edit it, once the story is complete or when I have spare time. And lol, don't worry I won't stop writing, I promised myself this when I posted the first chapter. And for your question... she was shot in the head, missing vital parts of the brain but the section that controls your memory was traumatised.

Thank you as well to the rest of you who reviewed, I love you to bits.

Cupids Chokehold

Entry 16: Somebody to love

You know it's really quite amazing. Really, really, really amazing. Because here I am, three months after Syaoran left for America, and only now am I actually on the flight to where he is.

Three months ladies and gentlemen.

Three, long, hard, pissing months to get the information off Touya on where he was. For crying out loud, he could already have cleared the case by now! And with the speed that Syaoran goes, this is probably a fact. And I bet you that bastard of a brother of mine knew quite well too.

I was so annoyed in fact that when the er, older gentleman told me to shut the hell because I was tapping my fingers too loud, I told him to shove it up his arse when the sun didn't shine and stomped my way elegantly to the extravagant thing on this plane they call a toilet. Which basically allowed you to turn around on the spot and that was about it.

So here I was, sat on a toilet seat, where people on this flight could have possibly had sex, and for what? Syaoran? That jerk, wait till I see him!

Looking down at my watch, I paled in absolute fear. There was still five hours to go.

* * *

If time could pass any slower, I would shoot myself. How long left? Four hours and fifty five minutes! Okay, so maybe I'm a bit impatient but to be fair, I think I've been patient enough. And I mean, it isn't like I've had an uneventful five minutes. I got kicked out the toilet since I wasn't allowing other people to use the public facilities placed on this plane. Pfft, there's nothing public about what people use these toilets for. Hell, they didn't even use the toilet. Just the space. So, let's just say there would be more than one other person in there. Catch my drift?

So now I'm back in my seat, with a glaring man sat beside me. Stuffy old bastard.

“Would you like anything from the trolley sir, madam.” Uh no. Smiling forcefully to the overdone air hostess I answered.

“No thank you.” The man beside me mumbled some more non-shited bull, and she was off down the aisle to annoy some poor male with uncontrollable hormones. Syaoran came to mind especially at this thought. Smirking, I turned my head to look out the window into the empty nothing of night.

Yes, giggling to myself I thought.

Definitely over dosed with too many hormones.

With that last thought, I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

“Could passengers of flight 201 for Los Angeles please ensure that their seatbelts are fastened securely, as we will be landing shortly. Thank you for choosing Air New Zealand. We hope you enjoyed your flight.” Grumbling, I ignored the very disturbing voice for a second. Wait-

Enjoyed you flight?

We're landing?

My eyes shot open, as I saw the flight deck light on, and very bright, especially to my sleep eyes. Looking out the window, I scanned before seeing bright lights. Bright lights of a city.

Oh my God we're landing.

I found it hard to suppress the smile from my face as this factor finally registered in my head.

We're landing!

Fastening my seat belt tightly, I turned to the elderly man who had pestered me throughout the flight (whilst I was awake anyway) to see him staring rather moody at the seat in front of him. As if one que he realised I was staring at him, and twitched his head to face me.

“What?” He asked, and I felt my smile broaden even more, and enveloped me in my arms.

“We're landing!” I announced happily. Hey, I never really did like flying.

“Well lass, that is the general idea of flying. You take off, you fly, then you land.” Pulling away from him and shrugged.

“Oh well.” I replied, and he gave a slight smile.

“Don't worry lass.” I looked at him confused, tilting my head to the side in confusion. It was the first time I noticed the heavily accent. Irish, or Scottish? I couldn't put my finger on it. He took this as a sign to elaborate.

“That fella of yours... Syaoran or something? You'll get him back. You may be annoying, but lass you have spunk and looks, and a lass like you doesn't come along everyday.” Blushing, I smiled sheepishly. How did he know? “You sleep talk lass.”

“Thanks.” I muttered before turning my attention back to the goings on outside the aeroplane. We approached the ground at a fast rate, and whilst we were a couple hundred feet from the ground it almost looked like we were above water, the navy blue sky playing tricks with my eyes. Before I knew it I realised it was actually the flight runway and in fact, we weren't a hundred feet above the ground. The plane come in contact with the ground with a large bump, and it began to slow down at a rapid pace. My head fell backwards, as did everyone else, and the cabin rocked with no care for the passengers inside. The plane stopped, and everyone erupted into around of applause to the captain.

I would have clapped along side people but I was too busy holding my breath trying to clear my ears. In my haste of happiness, I carelessly forgot the habit my ears had of popping, and forgot to pop a sweet to suck on. Shame, ah well, no time.

Fidgeting until the captain gave us the all clear, I dived to the cabin above me, grabbing my luggage and pushing gently pass the passengers. I know most people may have thought me greedy, but my heart couldn't wait. Although there was the possibility that today it could be broken, I knew I had no choice. At least I would have some reassurance.

* * *

The cold air hit my skin like bullets, as I tightened my scarf. Since when did Syaoran like the cold. In fact, I thought he hated the cold?! That's why he lives in Hong Kong, in the lovely, lovely warm climate, and not here in bloody New York! What's wrong with that man. Did he hit his head at any point in time without realising it? Because, seriously, if I were him, I would be considering a check up at the local doctors. Seriously.

But I guess you're probably wondering why I am here in New York, and not Los Angeles? Well, it's the same reason as to why I was on an Air New Zealand plane. You see, back in Hong Kong, I kind of got on the wrong plane. Don't even ask me how! I mean, who checks there ticket to see where they're going. Clearly not me. Of course when I arrived in New Zealand I realised there may have been a slight problem. And so I had to get a plane from Auckland to L.A and then and plane from there to New York.

And here I am now. In the freezing cold. Oh, what a wonderful life I have. Now, where did I put that map?

* * *

You know, I've had enough. Enough I say. Stuff Syaoran! Stuff it all! I'm going back to Hong Kong, or Tokyo, you know where the climate might actually reach above -1 degrees. So may be I'm being fussy, may I'm not, but do you know what? I wish Kami-sama would actually turn the sun's temperature up!

Sneezing, I brought my hands to my mouth, as I stood outside a very prestigious company. Li. Corp. Huh! The old rascal, he went to work for his darling family after all. When Touya told me that said twat had actually gone to be a lawyer to support a case for his parents I almost laughed in his face.

'Family you say? Hell, Syaoran has never gotten along with his family. Support their case, pfft oni-chan, you're having me on.'

'YOUR ON FIRST NAME BASIS WITH THERE GAKI!'

He definitely wasn't having me on, and why does he always have to go on to the subject of first names? It wasn't like I was going to give Syaoran the satisfaction of addressing him by his first name in front of him.

He was my childhood friend did you know. Yeah, the lovely fellow – please note my sarcasm- knew me from back then in the days of okaa-san and Sayuri. He knew it all. And the bastard never told me. Bastard.

Walking in through the doors, I glanced round the marble walls, the cold glass doors shining down on me. Shivering I felt a sense of a 'friendly work environment' go down a one way street to abandoned-vill. Trust me, any more modern and it would give the feeling of looking so cold, their workers would become ice cubes. And those are the ones with central heating in their offices.

Approaching the front desk, I felt butterflies dance in my stomach. Thoughts plagued my mind.

Would he be happy to see me?

Would he not?

Is he mad at me?

Does he care about me?

Does he have a girlfriend?

Hell, does he have a fiancée?

Or is he playboy? Oh my kami-sama, Syaoran's a playboy isn't he? Don't lie to me Kami-sama, I know my luck. I know my luck!

Smiling bitterly, I raised a delicate eye brow at the blonde bimbo who sat in front of me.

Oh, now I see. This is the reason Li Syaoran has graced his family with his presence. Bimbo brains, and fake tits galore! Joy!

“Um... I was wondering if there was any way I could get a hold of Syaoran Li please? I'm from Hong Kong, the company he worked for in fact. My brother sent me here to discuss an important matter with him.” I enquired in my heavily accented Japanese. Good thing I listened in those English lessons.

And What? I lied. Do you really think that this air head will think of letting me near him if I'm not here on business?

Looking me up and down she nodded with approval that my reason was legitimate – haha, fool.- and handed me a piece of paper indicating where he was. Smiling once more, I walked away and towards my doom.

* * *

My hands shook, looking at the information in my hand. He was here, on the 5th floor, and I was stood outside his door. Strange how I can't seem to open the door. Or move for a matter of fact. Scratch that, I can't even breath.

Okay Sakura, you are definitely over reacting here. It's Syaoran. It's only little Li Syaoran.

Stuff that. It's enough of a reason to crap myself, and go on running back home to Hong Kong. I mean look at the mess me, and my stupid memory has cause. Alot of pain and annoyance I can assure you.

But still time passed with me frozen to the floor. I suppose I really should just try knocking on his door, especially since I've been stood outside here for half an hour.

Taking in a shaky breath, I raised my hand to the door. What would I say? What would I do? I knew what would happen before I even connected my hand with the black door. I would go to tell him the truth, and insults would run out of my mouth instead.

Gulping in a large amount of air, my hand neared the door...

Only for it to open by it self.

KAMI-SAMA, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why?

The man stood above me, his amber eyes glistening down in general confusion. Squinting his eyes he leant forward only to lean back.

“Sakura?” The name slipped off his tongue before he realised, his eyes widening at his mistake.

“Er, I mean Kinomoto. Have you cut your hair?” He added hastily after correcting himself. Reaching unconsciously for it, he blinked, running his fingers through the now shoulder length auburn locks.

“You used to have such pretty hair.” He muttered to himself but I heard anyway.

“Why, don't you like it?” My voice was broken, due to the shock I was in. I couldn't move, couldn't breath, I was lucky enough to even force those five words out of my mouth.

Blinking in surprise, he retreated his hand to his side.

“I never said that.” I bit my tongue, gritted my teeth, and held my body in place for a long as I could. I honestly did, but for him to be so close, in touching distance, it couldn't be helped. Lunging forward, I fell against his chest, as I felt him stiffen slightly before relaxing again. No insults came to my mind, no anger, no venom.

Just pure relief. He was here, in my arms. Once again. Tears sprang to my eyes, as I broke down in his solid arms.

“Why?” I whispered. He stood unresponsive.

“Why does it hurt?”

“Why does what hurt?” He took a hesitant pause. I didn't answer his question

“Why does it hurt?” His loose grip on me tightened as he tilted my head to face him.

Looking up from our now crouching position, I felt his face near and I waited in anticipation. His lips touched mine in a lingering kiss and...

My phone rang.

Kami-sama, cupid, you are in SO much trouble.

Flipping it open with aggravation, I could see Syaoran glare at it from the corner of my eye.

“Hello.”

“S-Sakura?” Tomoyo's broken sob reached my ear as I sat up in shock, and Syaoran looked at me with concern.

“Tomoyo, is that you? What's wrong?” I asked frantically, falling from cloud nine back to reality, now feeling very useless being half way across the world.

“Sakura... it's Eriol. Sakura, the engagement's off. We broke up.”

What?

So, people requested more Eriol and Tomoyo so here it is. Please don't fear, it will also help with the development of Sakura and Syaoran's more romantic and caring relationship. And maturity. But I can see the end in sight now, I think the real BIG BIG drama is over and done with. Just good reading from here. So, do we want to know what happens next. You know the score.

Also, I've released a new story, and two more are on the way :) One is the sister of Cupids Chokehold... care to know what that means, well your going to have to wait an find out. Be on the look out for this story on the M rated side though now, because it's moving up!

Thank you for your reviews, but I have one more request now, Review, review!

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