A/N: Hey! This is just a fun fic, just so I can try and get my inspiration back for…something –wink- I ain't tellin ya cuz I don't feel like it. This is just a short little fun fic, nothing serious and it should be over soon, or fairly soon…or so I think…unless I change my mind or something. So…I'm going to have so much fun writing this, believe me.

Disclaimer-recites off paper- I don't own CCS or company, yeah?

Chapter One: Makeover

Syaoran Li sighed as he walked through the halls of Hong Kong High (what an original name), ignoring the stares of the newbies and the sneers and the people giving him once-overs.

He was used to this. He could take it. Yeah, he could take it.

Perfectly.

...Who was he kidding? He couldn't. It hurt, alright?

He was the sole heir of the Li Clan…and yet no one really cared. All they saw was how extremely ugly he was and then they would whisper in amazement, looking at him with wide eyes and open mouths. Then they would ask their friends loudly,

"That's him? Syaoran Li? –I never knew he was so ugly! His mother's good-looking, and I think I heard that his father was pretty good too before he died…ew…must be bad genes…"

So, he was a loner.

But so what if he had bad taste in clothes and that he liked keeping his hair completely slicked back with ridiculous amounts of gel…it was so that it wouldn't get in his face…

He sighed again, his shoulders sagging. Maybe he should give himself a little…er, makeover?

But then he vigorously shook his head. What would people think then? That he was a poser?

Eh, well…

He did want to show them up really badly, but would it be worth it? He knew he looked exactly like his late father except for his amber-chocolate eyes…if he only dropped all his ugly little habits.

He would think about the idea, besides, he didn't want to think about his father at the moment.

Sighing, he trudged through the halls to his locker.

"Yo geek!"

This couldn' t be good. He kept a slight twinge of annoyance down.

"Head's up!"

SPLASH!

Right. Ok. So it wasn't good.

Roaring laughter echoed down the hallway, along with the sounds of high fives and slaps on backs.

Now soaking wet, he walked past them, teeth clenched in barely suppressed anger. Only his pride had kept him from telling his mother of the teasing and bullying at school and have everyone who ever made fun of him socially humiliated. But he wouldn't stoop down to their level. He was a Li, and Li's held themselves proudly and honourably, which was exactly what he did.

He changed his course, and instead of heading to his locker, he sped quickly to the washrooms.

Once he got there, he locked himself in a stall, sifting around in his backpack for the extra clothes he brought.

See? He was prepared.

Once he found what he wanted, he changed and bustled out of the washroom and hurried to his locker. It was only a minute till bell!

He twirled his lock, and in his haste, messed up the combination. Now cursing silently, he repeated the combo more slowly, relief washing over him once he heard a satisfying click. He creaked open the locker, checked his schedule, saw that he had music first, and grabbed all his books, dumping his backpack inside. He ignored the notes that had been slipped into the locker.

Probably some insults…blah…

Then he slammed his locker shut and closed the lock, practically leaping to class.

He got there and collapsed into his seat just as the bell rang, not caring that there were empty desks all in a circle around him.

Like he said, he was the loner.

"Class, today we will be practicing our vocal skills," Groans were heard from around the room (mostly from boys), Syaoran included. It was the exact opposite for the girls, who were all beaming and bouncing in their chairs. "Yes, but don't be afraid to show your voice, even if it is bad. By the time you leave my class, I guarantee you, you will be improved…even if it is only a little, still, it's an improvement,"

Syaoran groaned gloomily in his head. This was another way to completely embarrass himself.

"We will start with voice intonation, class please repeat after me…"

This was going to be a long period.

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Later…

Syaoran was almost snoozing, but his Li Clan training kept him in place. He was more talented than other people…he was one of the elite due to his status, but of course, only his family and his few friends knew this.

"Li?" the teacher called upon him. He quickly snapped to attention and answered,

"Yes?"

"Please come up and sing a song of your choice,"

In disbelief, he got up and placed himself in front of the class. Oh no…

But then he mentally sighed and searched his mind for a song, finally coming up with one.

"Um…Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney?" he randomly blurted out.

Well, it wasn't too bad, but he wasn't that fond of the song either.

"Of course." The teacher (Ms. Mizuki) nodded, inserting a CD into the karaoke machine she had brought. Carefully, Syaoran picked up a mike and waited for the song to start. When he saw words appear on the screen, he began singing.

He finished quietly, placing the mike down again and bowed to the class, who were all speechless, and something like…respect? Flashed through their eyes.

Shaking his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips, he went to his seat and sat down into it again, watching as one by one, every student in the class went up. Some bad…some good…some amazing…

It was an interesting day, he had to say.

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"It's Xiao Lang Wei," Syaoran spoke into the intercom (?), pressing a button down. He was currently standing in front of the gate to his house.

A crackling noise came, and then a long beep was heard, unlocking and opening the gates. He walked into the house…mansion, and met Wei, his butler there.

"Have a good day master?" Wei asked as he watched Syaoran shrug off his jacket and hand it to a maid to put away. Syaoran looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you say that?"

"You seem…different today, young master."

"Oh, it's nothing." Syaoran shrugged and started climbing the stairs to his room.

Wei observed him silently as he left. He had known his charge since birth, and he had a funny feeling Syaoran was going to do something…

Meanwhile, Syaoran was in his very green, large, room doing his homework which was only a sheet of math, a subject that he excelled in. As he was scribbling down some answers, he thought back to Wei. Silently, he chuckled.

So, his butler knew he was going to do something. Not surprising, but he was glad that his wizened butler didn't say anything else.

Finishing the math and shaking his head at the easily done equations, he laid his books on his 'homework' desk and stretched himself up with cat-like grace, yawning a bit. Un-attaching himself from his chair (why did he have to sit on his butt all day anyway…that was all he seemed to do-teachers really needed something more creative), he sauntered to one of his walk-in closets, purposely going to one of the ones he didn't use that often. He didn't know why he needed so many closets in the first place either, much less walk-in ones...but his mother had insisted...

Walking into it, an array of different coloured clothes hit him. Guess saving every single piece of clothing and shoes anyone ever gave him turned out to be useful after all.

He grinned. Yeah, he was definitely going to go through with the little 'makeover'.

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A/N: Hey, well, here's the first chapter! Oh…I hope it's not too short…-bites nails- er, no flames either please! But constructive criticism is allowed. Please review though! I would really appreciate it, it makes me type faster.