Summary: Syaoran, a cold hearted writer. Nothing could corrupt his walls except a certain café with a certain emerald-eyed waitress. SxS. References of ExT. T+. Some scenes may not be suitable for the lower scale of teenagers.

Disclaimer: Me no own, so you know sue.

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No Milk Please

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Looking back over at the counter I saw her smiling at me, a look of mirth clouding the once innocent ones I memorised.

Beaming at me she turned around carrying on with her work.

That girl really is a mystery.

Six months has passed since my discovery of the mystery girl.

Sakura Kinomoto.

Sakura Kinomoto...

The daughter of a multi-billionaire.

And me… her client.

Yes her client. She doesn’t know it yet but the Li’s have a very close connection with the Daidouji and Kinomoto companies in Japan, as I found out from my mother.

And yet as the time passes that I observe her, so does time fasten that it approaches the time that I must return to Hong Kong.

But I know one thing. I have found the foundation of what I will write my next book on.

I have found the perfect thing that covers all the points that my mother gave me.

Her.

Sakura Kinomoto.

And as I write this I cannot help but smirk. Smirk at her oblivion to the outside world. Her only world is this café, everyday she is here working helping, smiling. Just being perfect.

Innocence can only radiate from her but there is something else.

Something different.

Mystery.

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“Syaoran, put that stupid book down. NOW!” Thumps were pounded on my chest by petite fists, I only smirking at the action.

“Syaoran Li, put that book away or I will kick you out the house.” Ah. Now last time that happened I had a cold for the week.

“Sakura, honey why must you be so violent.”

“Why must you always be reading that damned book. You wrote it for crying out loud!”

“True but-“

“But nothing. You are going to spend one night-“ I opened my mouth to speak, but sparks of emerald fire shut me up.

“ONE night without reading that book and I swear to god Li that if you even take a peak… I will make sure that you won’t even want to think about reproducing let alone the problems of not being able to.” Now see, this is why you really should never marry. Because you just never know what sociopath you could marrying.

She folded her arms over her chest, covering anything that was on show. Damn! What a shame.

“You better not be thinking about marrying me and me being a sociopath Syaoran Li.” See what I mean?

Sighing, I grinned at her, pulling her towards me so that she was sitting on my lap.

“Would I?”

She raised a delicate brow.

“Pfft ‘Would you?’ Of course you bloody would.”

I feigned shock, placing her hand over the right hand side of my chest.

“Feel that? My heart is bleeding because of you.”

She rolled her eyes at me, leaning towards my chest, her nose touching mine.

Her lips approached mine, her warm, moist breath tickling my chin. I grinned wolfishly and she rolled her eyes at me.

Soft silk brushed against my lips before a piercing wail stabbed through the air, I saw Sakura wince, and I shook my head in hopelessness.

That’s my boy.

“I better go see to Ryo.” She whispered, sauntering out of the room closing the door behind her.

Light, comforting sounds could be heard from the room beside me, the cries of the attention-seeking baby dieing down at a slow rate.

I sighed inwardly Ryo would be Ryo. Always there, first one to make sure that his mother and father do not try to even start trying for his baby brother or sister.

My eyes landed on the book, my chest tugging to break the rule of which Sakura had set.

But surely one peek wouldn’t hurt right?

Just one tiny chapter wouldn’t hurt.

And Sakura will never know… right?

Right?

Crawling softly down the bed, I limply picked up the book cautiously, shutting my one eye in fear of being caught.

Opening the book gingerly to the page of where I left off, I let my eyes scan the words typed upon the paper.

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Mystery.

Mystery was the best way to describe her.

Her outer façade consisted of innocence and naivety.

But not even a newborn baby can consist of what she radiates.

The famous daughter of Fujitaka Kinomoto was not a fool. She gave the press what they wanted and her name remained untainted by the paparrazi’s foul mouth.

Everyone was happy. Except me. It may have been selfishness or just plane human curiosity but something ebbed inside of me, scratching its way out. Just to know a little more. And a little more.

Greed over whelmed my senses as I felt my eyes cloud with need. Need to know more about her.

After all curiosity did kill the cat. But I’m sure as hell no cat. And I would never let something so futile kill me anyway.

I clenched and un-clenched my fists, the clear visibility of the bloody being released and rushing back to the skin, then being once again drained.

I watched the pale skin on my knuckles turn white, blotched of red running through skin then returning to its natural colour.

Goddamn it!

Suspension is something that I hate.

Like the craving for a rivalry- a competition, I competed against it. My heart and soul bled for this heat.

But the need to know more about her was more.

It was like a fire trapped, contained to a small space… deprived of the oxygen it needed to burn fully.

My toes curled, I fought the urge to march straight over to that counter and sweep her off her feet.

This feeling was foreign to me, sick and uneasy.

Like this café I knew that it was my doom. That the destruction cause by this feeling would change me forever.

Or maybe not. Maybe it would reveal the true me. Perhaps the man of cold-heartiness is not the true me… perhaps there is another side to the infamous Li Syaoran. Like a fire striving for oxygen, it is pushing through.

I scrunched the napkin, focusing my thoughts. Gritting my teeth I tried to think rationally. Sensibility and sanity was always my area. I looked at a truth and faced it with my head held high.

But I’m doing what the fool’s do in the books I write about. I’m falling into a void of emotion, trapped like a bird.

To get attached to this place was foolish. Such a common mistake, but not easily seen or made.

When I read and wrote about such occurrences I believed that only a blind fool could allow himself to fall into the cage of unrequited love- when you know that the inevitable would happen and you would have to leave even if you didn’t want to.

My life was planned, from the first day I took my first intake of air and let it fill my lungs, my life was planned.

When I would first talk.

When I would learn how to ride a bike.

What martial arts I would train and what colour belt I would gain at what age.

School and colleges were chosen. I of course was sent to America to study in Harvard, learn three other languages and then to become the successful author I am today.

Only… I don’t feel too successful. Or a sense of achievement. I only feel the cold numbing of my heart. Or I did but now, even as I sit in this café, talking about my unrequited love, which I personally think is a load of shit, my heart warms at the feeling of even having a chance with her, sending butterflies straight to my stomach.

Then there was always the other problem… hormones that I thought I had missed in high school seemed to be making up for lost time. Man! They were working overtime. This at times can be quite annoying, especially when the actual source of it comes walking this way.

Wait…

Walking this way.

Oh no.

I cannot deal with her now.

Not once since the… milk accident has she spoken or served me. Or even really made human communication with me.

What if she is approaching me to tell me that she IS going to file that suite against me for sexually harassing her? I swear to god I didn’t do it on purpose!

Kami-sama, if you can hear me, just this once save me?

“Sir?”

I looked up, emerald eyes staring right back at me in curiosity. I coughed clearing my throat. Just keep your cool.

Wait a damn minute! You are Syaoran Li! THE Syaoran Li. You do not talk to yourself like this. Like some lovesick fool.

Like now.

Oh lord, I’m doomed.

“Yes Miss.”

“Er, are you alright?” She bent over slightly, unconsciously giving me more access to her cleavage. Okay bad Syaoran!

I strained a smile to me stone face, trying to keep my eyes of the very leading view offered to my eyes.

“. What would give you any other doubt Miss?” She stood straight once again, giving me an un-convinced look.

“Your Li Syaoran, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Wha? Miss you must have me confused with someone else, I mean I couldn’t-“

“Eriol-kun’s cousin.” Wait- WHAT?

“You know Eriol.” She nodded smiling brightly at me.

“I’m his fiancée’s best friend.”

Oh, so she’s a Daidouji’s best friend. As well as cousin. Freaky.

So she was the girl they were trying to set me up with.

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AND I FUCKING TURNED IT DOWN!!!

WHAT SOUGHT OF FUCKED UP PEROSN AM I!!!

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“One that is dead.”

I froze, looking up from the sentence I was reading. I saw her in all her glory. Giving me a glare that would send Satan further down from hell than he already was.

It could be safe for me to say, I’m dead.

“Li Syaoran…”

I braced myself for what was coming next.

“Out.” I looked at her before looking at her hand gesturing to the hall.

“Sakura, honey, let’s just talk about this a moment.”

“I said OUT!”

I sighed putting my hands up in defeat.

“Okay, okay I’m going.”

Walking down the stairs, I felt her figure behind me, hot on my trail.

Standing in front of the door, I looked at her pleadingly.

“Honey, onegai… It’s raining.”

“I warned you.” Pushing me out into the front porch of our…er BIG house, I felt the sweeps of rain hit my skin.

I cringed lightly when I heard the door slam shut before turning round, and began banging it.

“At least let me have an umbrella.”

5 Minutes later.

The door opened to reveal a large umbrella being chucked my way.

And before I knew it I was pulled into a passionate kiss. This unfortunately lasted only 10 seconds before I was pushed away, my rear end kissing the decking, and something hitting me square in my face.

By the time I pulled the thing of my face, the door was shut and the lights were off. I gazed at the object before grinning mischievously; at least she gave me the book.

Yes, indeed I have been thrown out my house on more than one occasion.

And I love her for it.

Standing up, I began shaking my head, heading towards the shed.

That woman is going to be the death.

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A/N: Ah, ccs’s cherry blossom has spoken. Do you like? I personally do. It is more of a probe to the oneshot.

For those who are confused basically, Syaoran is reading what he wrote in his book. And basically he wrote what happened when he met Sakura in Japan as his novel.

So his novel was more of ermm diary. The way I have wrote this story I have left it so I can either update or leave it as it is. It just depends on the reviews I get really. Moreover this was originally meant to be an oneshot but since I got so many reviews, some asking for me to add another chapter I complied. Besides I was bored since its summer vacation and the weather is crap.

Enjoy, and don’t criticise too much. I wrote this for fun. I just wrote what came into my sick and twisted, sarcastic mind.

Thank you to all those who reviewed, I LOVE YOU ALL.