A/N: Okay please don't cut off my head even though it'd be thoroughly deserved.

I KNOW IT'S BEEN TOO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY. I've just been crazy busy with a lot of things that have gone on in my life and then through major writer's block with these two fics, so I'm so so so sorry for the lateness of this chapter.

Hopefully you guys enjoy it and I WILL update sooner next time.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CCS or the characters or the songs used.


My text alert was what woke me up...10 minutes later than I should've been up.

"HOOOOOEEEEEE!" I screamed, running towards my closet. I tugged my skinny jeans on in a hurry, flying down the hall. I grabbed my phone and wallet in the kitchen as I headed towards the door.

"How in the world am I going to get there in time?!" I fretted to myself as I pulled my shoes on. If I ran really, really fast, I suppose I'd make it in time...there wasn't time to call Tomo-chan or find a bus. I ran towards the door, pulling it open as I ran straight into a figure standing right outside my door.

"Ooph!" I gasped, as I hit his solid chest, flying back a little bit. I looked up, and almost had a heart attack when I realized who it was.

"You okay?" asked Syaoran, his arm still extended as if he was about to knock on my door. He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Uhm...I...what are you doing here?" I asked, quite lamely.

"I was running late and passed by here, so I thought I should check and see if you needed a ride if you were running late," he replied, plainly.

I took a moment to glance him over and I felt my knees getting weak. His casual t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket made him look so perfect. I took a deep breath. Not okay to be fangirling about this, Sakura. Stop it. You have Haru. "Wait, you assumed I was going to be running late?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"It was a hunch, Kinomoto...and apparently an incredibly good one. I was right wasn't I?" he responded, leaning against my doorframe.

I froze. He got me there. "Fine."

He turned around and started walking back towards the stairs. "Coming?" he called, lifting two fingers, motioning that I should follow behind him.

I hesitated for a moment. Why was Syaoran being so nice to me? All of a sudden too. He was so icy to me just a few days ago.

"Sakura! Leaving without you is an option to me, you know. Hurry up!" came the slightly amused, yet almost irritated call from Syaoran, coming from the foot of the stairs.

"Coming!"


"I'm under the assumption you didn't eat anything for breakfast," Syaoran stated, staring forward as we drove towards the office. I sat in the passenger seat, rubbing the back of my head.

"My Otou-san always told me that even getting an alarm clock that'd tase me out of bed would still be ineffective because I sleep so soundly," I chuckled, sheepishly.

The corner of his lip quirked upward. "Figures. I...I used to know this girl who kept falling asleep when we were playing at a park, and in the end we all had to carry her home," he said, with a sort of fond smile.

"Was this...you know, your girl?" I asked. He froze a moment, the smile vanishing.

"Yea, that's her," he replied, curtly.

"Speaking of which...so, Mina Washiwara. She's really pretty," I teased, nudging him in the arm with my elbow. My heart sank a little bit as I spoke, but there was no reason for me to be sad! I had Haru! I wanted Syaoran to be happy, and he was happy with Mina!

"Funny, Kinomoto," he said, elbowing me back.

"I'm not trying to be," I said, peering over at him. "What do you mean? She's definitely pretty. That's not a joke."

"No it's not, but the idea of you teasing me about her is, however," he replied, avoiding my eyes.

"Well come on, no fair hiding stuff from me. You know about my relationship, I should know about yours!" I grinned.

His face suddenly turned dark. "It's not your business, Kinomoto."

I sat up straighter. "Sorry..." I said, feeling cut down. Icy Syaoran was back.

He sighed. "Yeah. We've gone out before. Ended it when she left."

"What about now? She's back and all," I stated, looking over at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked. His eyebrows came together. A puzzled look actually suited his features quite nicely.

"Well, if she's back, are you going to get back together with her? And you two are gonna be in that movie together...right?" I asked, almost nervously. The sinking feeling was weighing my stomach down a little more. Stop it, Sakura...stop it...

"I haven't decided yet," he replied. "It's...complicated."

"How so?" I pressed. Wait, so did he want to? Or didn't he?

His eyes shifted over to me for a second before he returned to looking straight and replying with a hint of amusement. "What's with all of the questions?"

"Sorry! I'm just curious. Why not?" I crossed my arms, looking at him.

He pulled up into the parking lot in front of our offices with a sigh. "Lot of different reasons, Sakura, and all of which - " he said, turning the car off, " - are not something you should be concerned about."

He got out of the car and paused, before finishing. "At least not yet."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, hopping out and following behind him.

He opened his trunk and handed me a small white box wrapped nicely, containing a single pastry cake from the cafe nearby.

"Like I said. Stop not something you need to worry about." He slid his hand into his pockets and started into the building.

"What am I doing with this cake?" I asked, running to catch up with this.

He glanced back. "Eating it. It was...extra and you didn't have breakfast. Can't have you distracted today. We're recording."

I glanced down at the little cake and gasped. "Oh my gosh!"

He turned around to look at me. "What?"

"This cake! I remember that when I was young, I'd always save up my money to go buy one of these! I loved these so much!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know they still sold them! I thought it went off the menu! Where did you get this?!" I opened it to get a good whiff of the vanilla pastry I was so fond of.

For once, Syaoran gave me a sincere smile, and he genuinely looked...happy. There wasn't a fake smile for the press; not a fraction of something, he just looked pleased. His eyes even lit up, and looking into his amber eyes caused heat to flood my cheeks. His smile was so bright, I immediately regretted not bringing some sort of camera to take a picture of him.

"That's my secret," he said, placing his finger to his lips with a knowing look before turning back around.

How in the world can he smile at me like that and expect me not to want him?!


As soon as I stepped through the door, Eriol looked up and raised his eyebrows, looking between me and Syaoran. He mouthed "Arriving together?" over to me. I shot him a look, trying to cool down the heat in my cheeks.

"Syao-baka, get yourself over here to your guitar. We're working," Shiiro called, tying his red hair back into a messy up-do. He took a seat in front of his laptop, starting to type furiously.

Takashi popped up from behind the couch, jumping over it to get to his electronic drum kit.

"Working? You guys are starting a new song now? Aren't you recording tomorrow?" I asked, picking up a pile of papers left on Syaoran's desk for filing.

Eriol grinned. "We aren't starting a new one, we're just finishing up."

Shiiro chuckled. "If that's what you wanna call getting started, then definitely."

I rolled my eyes with a smile as I headed to the backroom to start filing the pile of papers on Syaoran's desk.

Sorting through the papers, I groaned. I was pretty sure he purposely made his papers so disorganized - just to give me hell. No one else's were this messy!

Song Lyrics. Agenda. Lyrics. Calendar. Lyrics. Lyrics. Bill. Guitar Chords. Lyrics. Hotel Reservations. Lyrics. Chords. Note from Mina. Ly-

Hold on. Note from Mina?! I snatched it up, quickly. The paper was folded in half. It was a light pink shade, and when I brought it closer to my nose, I found it was scented like lavenders. In a fancy script, Syaoran's name was written in the center with Mina's in the upper corner. As I got ready to unfold it, I stopped. What was I doing? I couldn't just go through Syaoran's personal things! What if it was some sort of love note?

Ugh, if it was a love note, I'd really wanna read it! But I'd be disappointed...but I was curious nonetheless!

I bit my lip, thinking. Should I read it? I had every right, since it was in his filing pile...

What was I saying? I didn't have any right! It probably ended up here by mistake.

I could just say I didn't realize what it was until after I read it!

That'd be lying!

I could just not tell him I read it...

Still lying!

I sighed, standing up. Damn my morals. With the sheet in my hand, I walked back to the corner the guys were huddled in, handing the sheet to Syaoran. "This was in your filing pile."

He glanced up at me, and then at the note. Within seconds, his eyes grew wider and he snatched it out of my hands.

"Did you...?" he asked, looking at me with an intense gaze.

"No, I didn't read it, if that's what you're asking," I replied, boldly. Okay, thank goodness I didn't. I was a horrible liar.

He stared into my eyes for a bit, as if he was trying to read my mind, before turning back to the other guys, ignoring me again. I groaned internally. This morning, he was being so kind. Why did I have to do that?


Syaoran POV

As soon as we heard the door to the filing room close, Shiiro smirked. "The more alarmed you look, the more suspicious she's gonna get."

"Kinomoto? Never." I scoffed, plucking a few chord absentmindedly. "She's still as dense and oblivious as she was so many years ago."

"You could just tell her you know," Takashi told me, hitting a few buttons on his electronic drum kit.

"She's dating that Haru bastard. There'd be no point," I sighed, still plucking. "It pisses me the fuck off that he got to her before I did."

"See her face when she brought over the note from Mina though?" asked Eriol, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "Look of jealousy, my friend."

"Really? I thought that was her bitch face," I chuckled.

Shiiro grinned. "You're just as oblivious and dense as she is, baka. What'd the note say anyway?"

I rolled my eyes. "Mina was just being a drama queen about me rejecting the role of her drama."

"She's upset?" asked Eriol.

"A little bit. Apparently I need to find a fill-in," I stated, feeling bored with the subject already. Deep in my mind, I was thinking about what Eriol had said. Was Sakura jealous? Then why the hell was she dating Haru?

Shiiro started laughing. "Know what'd be funny? If you got Haru to do the part."

I glanced over him with a clear disapproving look. "Are you joking?"

"Not one bit. He was telling me that he was into acting now. It'd be hilarious. Do a little partner swap."

I opened my mouth to insult Shiiro, but truthfully? That didn't sound too bad.


Sakura POV

"Sakura-chan, we're recording!" shouted Takashi, from the studio.

"Coming!" I shouted, running over. Syaoran stood in front of the microphone in the recording studio, laughing. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him. His smile was so pleasant - why didn't he laugh more?

"Alright, Saki-chan," Eriol whispered, interrupting my thoughts. "I know you think Syaoran's the cutest thing in the world right now, but you might wanna get that goofy smile off of your face before he notices."

I immediately closed my mouth, looking around. I gave Eriol a sheepish grin before I ran over to close the door to the studio.

"Alright, take one. Treasure, the new hit by SETS. Annnnd," Shiiro called. He held up three fingers and started counting down. When he reached one, he hit the record/play button, and Syaoran's expression changed immediately. A funky, disco style tune started playing as Syaoran sang. He really got into it, looking almost smug.

Give me your, give me your, give me your attention baby

I got to tell you a little something about yourself

You're wonderful, flawless, ooh you're a sexy lady

But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else

Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh

I know that you don't know it, but you're fine, so fine

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Oh girl I'm gonna show you when you're mine, oh mine

Treasure, that is what you are

Honey you're my golden star

I know you could make my wish come true

If you let me treasure you

If you let me treasure you

Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl you should be smiling

A girl like you should never look so blue

You're everything I see in my dreams

I wouldn't say that to you if it wasn't true

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh

I know that you don't know it, but you're fine, so fine

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh

Oh girl I'm gonna show you when you're mine, oh mine

Treasure, that is what you are

Honey you're my golden star

I know you could make my wish come true

If you let me treasure you

If you let me treasure you

You are my treasure, you are my treasure

You are my treasure, yeah, you you you, you are

You are my treasure, you are my treasure

You are my treasure, yeah, you you you, you are

Treasure, that is what you are

Honey you're my golden star

I know you can make my wish come true

If you let me treasure you

If you let me treasure you

"And that's a wrap! One go, perfect. Okay, Syao, we're gonna get in there and do some backing vocals. You're in charge." Shiiro said, standing up.

Syaoran came into the room with me, giving me a slight grin. "Like it?"

I laughed. "A lot, actually. It's definitely something new."

"Glad we got the approval of our biggest fan. Hey...by the way, think you could call Haru in?"

What?


A/N: What do you all think?

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The song Treasure is by Bruno Mars and the lyrics are from MetroLyrics.

I will see you all soon!

-Cherri-baka