Hello Everyone! New story being posted now. It's a little more mature, and this is my very first story through Syaoran's POV... soooo... yeah. Please enjoy! I will still be updating Internet Connection, don't you worry!

The amber haired man pushed his way past a couple, ignoring the grunts and protests they made. He was late.

Very. Late.

Normally Syaoran would shrug off the complaints, but this was important. He had to actually... care about an event that wasn't about him. When he finally reached the small cafe and spotted his blue haired friend, he slowed his pace to his ever loving strut.

"Eriol." Syaoran greeted as he took a seat from across his friend. Eriol peered up from his spectacles and glared at him through his thick eyelashes. He raised his head and studied Syaoran for a moment.

"You're late."

"Nice to see you too. It's been, what, 2 years?" Syaoran smirked at him when Eriol rolled his eyes.

"Yes yes," He scoffed. "That's all very well, but I need to ask you something."

"Oh I'm doing fine. And you?"

"Shut it. I need to ask you something important. It's about me and Tomoyo."

Syaoran groaned. "Not another relationship question! I've been coaching you through this. I should bloody well marry her since you basically learned to kiss her, dance with her, and charm her from me. Not to mention what positions make her squeal."

Eriol's eyes widened as others around him glared at the vulgar behaviour of his friend. "Would you shut up? Do you want to be my best man or not?"

Syaoran stopped. "You didn't!"

Eriol grinned and nodded. "I did."

"You finally asked her. What did she say?"

Eriol rolled his eyes, his grin dropping to a frown. "Oh she said no and then I picked up a prostitute from the bar when I was drowning my sorrows and now I'm marrying her."

"Well! I'm very happy for you. I'm assuming she'll be the dancer at the bachelor party?" Syaoran clapped his hands together.

"Syaoran!" Eriol scolded.

"All right, all right. All seriousness here. Yes, I would love to be your best man. Congratulations."

"Thank you. I can't believe we're getting married-"

"Oh, no. I was congratulating you on having me as a best man. With all the relationship help I gave you I quite think I deserve it."

Eriol rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. "You? How is it that you could give me help when you aren't even in a relationship?"

Syaoran sighed, his shoulders dropping. Great – now Eriol was nagging him. He was only 26. Wedding bells didn't have to start ringing the second he finished school. His mother was nagging him; Yamazaki was nagging him, and now Eriol.

"My love life is none of your business, you know."

"That's because it's non-existent." A woman made her way over to their table and placed a coffee in front of Eriol. He thanked her and sipped a little, his alluring eyes scrutinizing Syaoran's now red face.

"Watch it – "

"I mean, you haven't had a girlfriend since Mei Ling, and that was just awkward and... sloppy." Eriol's face twisted into a repulsed look. Syaoran clenched his fists. "But at least she wasn't just a woman you would have sex with and never call."

"You make me sound like such a man-whore. I have only done that..." Syaoran counted his fingers while Eriol sighed. "5 times. That's not bad."

"No...not at all." Eriol replied sarcastically. "But seriously, when are you going to settle down? I've never seen you crack a smile around a girl – maybe that's why you don't have one. You scare them away with your moody attitude."

"Now that's unfair."

"Is it? Remember you made Tomoyo cry the first time you met her?"

Syaoran rolled his eyes, exasperated. "You should have warned her that I don't share my food."

"You remind me of Joey from Friends, sometimes. Except you're not dumb. You're so intelligent that you consider yourself higher than everyone else."

"Not higher. Just smarter."

"That's probably repulsive about you too. The way you just strut around knowing you're better."

"For your information, I already have a girlfriend." Syaoran blurted out. Eriol stopped, his coffee half way from the table to his mouth. Completely forgetting his fatigue, he set down his mug and leaned back, clearly interested.

"Really?" He asked, bemused.


Syaoran nodded. "I actually asked her to meet you today. If you had just shut up about how awful I am, which is definitely a great way to maintain a best man by the way, I would have told you."

Eriol chuckled. "I actually don't believe you."

Syaoran's insides bubbled. "Maybe that's because you haven't made an effort to see me in 2 years."

"Yeah. Right. Nice try." Eriol scoffed again. Syaoran's eyes narrowed in frustration.

"I'm serious." He leaned in. His friend leaned in too.

"Then prove it."

"What are we, ten?"

"What's her name? And where is she?"

"She's..." Syaoran scoped the crowd. Oh please let there be someone who's good looking enough to date me. Please oh please oh please oh please...

All the girls he looked at were ugly, fat, ditzy looking, too tall, too short...too... what is that, a mole? Eugh! It was bigger than her face! How did that woman not fall over?

Okay, so he was being shallower than a waiting pool. That's just who he was. But he needed to find a semi-good looking woman in less than two minutes, or else Eriol would call his bluff. And he would never hear the end of it.

He was glad that he had been out of touch with all his friends and family, or else one of them would have told Eriol that they hadn't heard anything about this mystery woman.

Syaoran's gaze locked with a woman about the same age as him. She quickly looked the other way, her auburn hair covering her emerald eyes like a curtain. He scrutinized her body. She was fit, small, and wore very awful clothes. She looked like a librarian. But Syaoran could change that. He didn't like her long hair, and he hated the way she walked.

So he was shallower than a puddle. Sue him. Now all he had to do was convince her. Fuck it, he had the money. Money bought everything, right?

"She's right there."

Eriol looked behind his shoulder at the girl and laughed. "Her? You're dating her." He faced his friend. "I don't believe you."

"Excuse me!" Syaoran snapped. He tried to act offended. "Let me get her." Syaoran ran his hand through his hair as he ran to the woman he had spotted. What the fuck had he gotten himself into...?

"Excuse me! Hey! You there!" Syaoran grabbed her shoulder and she tensed. She turned around slowly and looked up at the man towering over her through her wide eyes.

"What?" She said. He was surprised that her voice was so strong compared to the size of her body.

"I will pay you two thousand dollars if you pretend to be my girlfriend for 5 minutes."

"I'm sorry?" The girl stuck her ear out, trying to hear him better.

"No, you heard right. Look, that blue haired guy over there is giving me grief for not having a...uh... girlfriend. So I need you to pretend you're mine just for the next five minutes."

The girl contemplated his offer. "Just five minutes?" Syaoran nodded frantically. "Fine. What do I do?"

"First you tell me your name."

"Kinomoto Sakura. What's the second?"

"You stand still while I kiss you." And he leaned forward. Sakura's eyes widened and she squeaked when he brushed his lips across hers. Her head swirled when he pulled away. "Give me your number and we can meet up in a place where I can give you your money." Syaoran wrapped his arm around her shoulder and began to manoeuvre her to the cafe. He started to prep her. "But please, just please; from now on call me Syaoran. No nicknames. I hate nicknames. My favourite sport is soccer; he'll for sure ask you that. Excuse yourself after five minutes and say you have to meet up with one of your girlfriends and do...whatever girly things you do."

Sakura rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm pretty sure we do the same things as men."

Syaoran laughed as if an inside joke had been told. "No, no you seriously can't do that. Your reproductive organs are inside of you."

Sakura's mouth dropped in disgust and she shoved him away from her. Syaoran's eyes widened and he looked at Eriol, who was looking concerned.

"Okay okay, sorry! Look, just come over here..." He pulled her to him and wrapped both arms around her, feigning an apology for Eriol to see.

When they arrived, Eriol stood up. "Eriol, this is my girlfriend, Kinomoto Sakura."

"Pleased to meet you." Sakura said as politely as she could.

"Likewise." Eriol smiled. "Everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, uhm – he's just a real vulgar pig when he's in one of those moods."

Syaoran frowned and slowly turned his head to Sakura's moving mouth.

Eriol cracked a smile. "One of those moods?"

"Oh yeah, you know," She dropped her voice low, "Horny."

Syaoran's eyes widened as Eriol snorted. He nodded. "I understand."

"But he likes to be angry and piggish right before a soccer game. It keeps him focused."

Eriol laughed along with Sakura. Syaoran faked a laugh before he interrupted. "Aha, oh, you... so...funny. Didn't you say you had to go meet some friends?"

Sakura nodded. "Right. I completely forgot. Thank you pookie-wookie."

Eriol spurted coffee from his mouth. Syaoran furrowed his eyebrows in anger and shook his head at her.

"Yes I must go. I have to distance myself from him when he's like this. Never know when he'll pounce, you know?"

Eriol laughed again, tears forming in his eyes. Syaoran groaned. He should've picked the mole lady.

"Bye sweetie." Sakura reached up on her toes and kissed his cheek as she slipped something in his pocket.

"Bye." He grumbled. His face was flushed tomato red with embarrassment and anger. Sakura sauntered off.

"Well," Eriol said as he watched her walk away. "You certainly know how to pick them."

"I made a joke at her expense and that was her way of paying me back." Syaoran explained with a nonchalant shrug.

"Uh-huh. You're so full of it. The farthest she's ever gone with a guy is his hands down her panties."

"Hey!" Syaoran barked. "Do not talk about my fiancé like that!"

Eriol sputtered. "F-Fiance?"

Syaoran's stomach dropped. He had just blurted out what would ruin the rest of his life. "Y-yes. Fiance. I asked her a month ago."

"Well, wow. I'm sorry- Congratulations. I, I'm proud."

"Yes well. You should be. So when are you and Tomoyo getting married?"

Eriol smiled. "Two weeks. I wanted to surprise you. It's in China, so you'll have to catch a flight over."

"Magnificent." Syaoran remarked.

"And you can bring Sakura, too! Tomoyo would love to meet her."

Syaoran nodded. "That's...even better. I can't wait to tell her."

"So you should fly down there in a week, okay? Meet me tomorrow here and we can try on suits together."

Syaoran nodded before Eriol bid him farewell. He stayed there for a while, the city noises crowding his thoughts. He reached into his pocket and took out the slip of paper Sakura had snuck in his pocket.

"I don't even know your name. But meet me at the penguin park at the bench at eight o'clock. Sharp. Don't be late. But I'm sure you always are.


Oh lord, she could read him like a book. He was in way too deep...


Hope you enjoyed it!