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Otaku


Sakura P.O.V

"The award for best student goes to Touya Kinamoto…"

He was an amazing person, a wonderful brother—a seemingly perfect being who had walked the surface of the earth.

"We won the finals! Of course, it's thanks to Touya…"

He was praised by everyone—every second, every minute, every hour of every day. And I just had to agree. After all, he really deserves the attention he gets.

"It's no wonder Toya got a scholarship to the best college in Japan."

Yes, indeed. He was an amazing person. Touyo Kinomoto—my brother. You would think it's a wonderful thing, right? Having such person for a brother? Ha. Wrong. In all honesty, I feel envious of him. He was every bit of what I'm not. And now that he had gone somewhere far away, it's hard living up to the expectations he left for everyone to have for me.

It was like, I was a disappointment to the world.

"Ah, Sakura Kinomoto. I look forward to having you in my class this year. Your brother was in this class; and he really did well! I have great hopes for you."

"Come on, Kinomoto your brother can do this, so why can't you?"

"Are you sure they're even related?"

It was the same thing everyday. Everyone would sneer at me, mock me for being such a worthless person. It doesn't help that my dad is a famous archeologist, while my deceased mom was a famous model. I had neither of my dad's smarts or my mom's beauty. The only thing that I'm good was at sports.

And so, I excluded myself from the critique society.

I became reclusive once I entered high-school. I hid myself. I became someone whom I wasn't—a nerdy girl in glasses and baggy clothing. Ever since, my friends started to leave me—one by one. And the most painful thing? Even Tomoyo did, with her popularity at stake.

Ah yes. I'm a disappointment to the world.

I, Sakura Kinomoto.


Syaoran P.O.V

"I see great things in that boy."

I was praised, awed by all, often regarded to as a being nearest to perfection itself than anyone else in the world.

"He's going to be just like his father."

I don't know what I should feel whenever someone would remark me. Maybe I had gotten used to it too much that it's almost like a daily thing for me. Others would die for this kind attention. Me? I'd just shrug it off. I never wanted any of it anyway.

"I don't think there is a thing that boy can't do."

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in the world sets a lot of expectations. Not only that, but being the son of one of the most innovative businessmen in the whole world also sets a high expectation.

"He's a champ."

"I wish I had a child like that."

"He's the perfect son - that Syaoran Li."

Ah yes. That's my name alright. The name which had set such a wonderful reputation in the minds of all. And I hated it. I hated it all - the whole of me. My name, my life, my existence. It's unfair trying to live a life full of expectations, living a façade. It's not me, not who I want to be, not who I want the world to think I am.

It's hard really - people expecting a lot from you. I wasn't living life to the fullest. I was being locked up in a prison, with critique eyes watching my every move. Frankly, like I said before, I have gotten used to it.

But you know what?

I still hope things would change; maybe take a huge turn-around.

I'm boy who was simple perfection himself. That is how the world sees me.

And this is what I, Syaoran Li, would try to change.


Hey it is Otaku, this is the edited version of my prologue by my awesome p.m. buddie and now beta reader V. P. virtuoso... she's awesome and she has helped a lot XD please read more and wait patiently, it's almost testing season and I need to study a ton so I don't know when I will be able to update...

I am going to need the masses of who I p.m. especially to keep me under pressure to update during summer because I have an award (in my head) for worlds largest procrastinator, I draw, I browse the web, I read, and I play video games. I might need those update soon or else's every once and a while.

Constuctive critic is welcome if not begged for because I know I am not a perfect author.

Thanks for reading,

Otaku