Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura. Story, characters and such are solely owned by the wonderful, talented and beautiful women of CLAMP, namely Tsubaki Nekoi, Ageha Ohkawa, Satsuki Igarashi, and Mokona. I love them so. The CCS manga series in Japan was published by Kodansha.

Ready, Set, Game!
By: Ya-kun

Summary: Are guys really better than girls in sports? Forcefully erasing this belief by proving herself repeatedly, the queen of sports is deemed invincible. Well, that is, until a guy arrived and beat her sorry derrière. It's an all out match and the 2 competitors have no plans of giving up, even if it means destroying any chances of a beautiful relationship. Let the games begin!

PROLOGUE

"Running with all her speed, contender number thirteen barely missed a beat as she caught up with her opponent. The crowd cheered as she jumped over the highest hurdle in the whole race with ease. Perspiration, which gleamed in the harsh sunlight, coated her body like a second skin as she breathed heavily. She could do this. Everyone knew she could. Like straining against the impossible, she broke into a sprint at the last minute."

As stated in the Tomoeda history books, the queen of sports won first place at last year's Tomoeda Long Hurdle Race that was held in the summer. Who exactly is this "queen of sports"? Almost every Tomoeda resident has heard of her. Some worship her while some despise her. Older residents admire her as the younger residents idolize her. Her peers categorize themselves into "those who fear", "those who respect", "those who suck up", "those who secretly despise", "those who are friends", "those who are close friends", or "those who are stupid enough to challenge". Her name, you ask? The subject of this editorial is none other than—

­"Excuse me, can I borrow your pen? It'll just—"

The poor sixteen year old soul tensed up at the distinctly familiar voice. Raising her dark eyes, the frightened soul began to tremble slightly. As soon as the writer realized just who the borrower of her pen was, she stood up from the park bench and bolted away. It's hard to believe but all of that happened under a measly minute.

"--be a second…"

'Quick reaction time', she mused. The borrower of the pen sighed dejectedly as she bent down and picked up the shiny, green fountain pen that was left behind. Looking towards the beautiful sunset, the pen borrower allowed herself to be lost in her thoughts. It wasn't until a seemingly rude passerby crashed into her a few minutes after, that she regained her consciousness. "What a bother." the passerby hissed. She glared at the leaving back of the passerby with a large suitcase in hand. "How rude!" she hissed back.

A few meters away, the passerby stopped and stiffened. Turning his head almost robotically, he locked eyes fiercely with the pen borrower. She, of course, returned the heated glare equally. Nothing got to her nerves more than plain rudeness.

"Sakura? Where are you?" a melodic voice called out in the fast-approaching darkness.

Sakura dropped out of their heated eye-lock as she turned to the source of the voice. "Coming!"

The pen borrower, now known as Sakura, turned back at the passerby. The park lights flickered on, one by one, highlighting their surroundings and their own selves. They both stood their ground, eyes locked with each other again. Sakura scrunched up her nose (cutely) before sticking her tongue out. She then trotted towards a silhouette, which was the source of the voice, in the distance.

This, of course, left the passerby with no one but the flickering park lights and the slowly appearing heavenly bodies in the bleak dark sky. Fuming over the fact that someone had the guts to defy him, he growled. He turned around to the direction where he was originally headed and continued walking, subconsciously fingering the shiny, green fountain pen in his trench coat pocket. "Stupid idiot."

"No, no, no, no! Not again!"

Almost tearing the doors open to the entrance of Seijou High School from their hinges, a white and blue blur rushed to the second floor of the building. Jumping over a few steps to avoid the wet trail of soap suds on the stairway, Sakura straightened her Seijou High uniform. Blouse, blazer, necktie, pleated skirt, knee-high socks, shoes. Yup! All—her wide, unbelieving eyes locked onto her black, outdoor shoes—there. Sakura skidded into a stop in front of classroom 2-5. Quickly fishing out her extra indoor shoes from her messenger bag, which she prepared just for cases like this, she wore them just as hastily.

She slid the classroom door open and entered, eyes trained on the ground. "Sensei!" her voice held a sense of urgency, "I'm really sorry for my tardiness… I'm not going to say it'll never happen again because I know it will but… Please forgive me!" She bowed lower, if it was even possible. A few more inches and her head would've hit the floor!

Silence.

"Ah, Kinomoto-san… You're just in time to meet another transfer student."

"Another one?" she questioned quietly. Sakura glanced at the back of the classroom, setting her sights on the first transfer student who arrived in the whole school year… the overly cheerful-looking Eriol Hiiragizawa who was currently waving at her… very obviously.

The homeroom teacher coughed. "It's good to see how happy you are to see Kinomoto-san, Hiiragizawa. But you can put down your hands now."

She saw Eriol happily put down his hands. Sakura couldn't shake off the feeling that he looked happier than usual, as she also observed with every female classmate of hers. Even Tomoyo, her best friend who was seated in front of Eriol, looked happier than usual… well… actually… it was more like, more evil than usual. Those stars in her eyes always made Sakura raise her guard a tad bit.

"Everybody, this is to be your new classmate."

Sakura slowly eased up as she looked at the new transfer student perplexedly. He looked very familiar. Passing through the back of the class, she sat down on her seat beside Tomoyo and continued gazing at the transfer student perplexedly. Sakura cocked her head to the side as she realized the transfer student was looking awfully annoyed at Eriol. That glare…

"His name is Li Syaoran, and he's from Hong Kong. Let's all give him a warm welcome, shall we?" The class stood up, by command of the class representative, and bowed. "Welcome to Seijou High! We hope that we'll all get along!" And with another command by the class representative, the students all sat down.

"There's an empty seat behind Kinomoto-san, Li. You can sit there."

Her emerald eyes followed the new transfer student's movements as he made his way to the seat behind her. He really did look familiar. Now where did she see this guy…? A few murmurs of awe (from the girls) and aggravation (from the boys) were heard as Syaoran passed them smoothly, seemingly ignoring their existence. As Sakura realized that this "Syaoran" guy had just basically ignored everybody except the homeroom teacher and Eriol, she came to a conclusion that he definitely reminded her of someone. The atmosphere of arrogance wrapping around him was just so familiar…

The teacher cleared his throat. "And now, could everybody please redirect their attention to the front of the classroom? I have important announcements to make, it'd probably be better if you write these down…"

Deciding that she couldn't take the tension anymore (and that she was too bored to take down the announcements anyway), Sakura turned to Syaoran with a smile. "Hey there! Welcome to our class! You know, you really look familiar. Have me met?"

Sakura watched as his expression remained impassive. Her eyebrows furrowed… then she caught sight of the shiny, green fountain pen in his hand. She let out an outraged gasp, which prompted everyone within hearing distance to see what was going on. So that's why this guy looked so familiar!

"You're that stupid, rude guy that stole my pen!"

I'm back my lovelies! Did you miss me? : readers hiss ruthlessly : Aw… I missed you guys too! Come 'ere and give Ya-kun a huggle! : readers growl and bare their teeth : …Ok! Maybe next time then! It's the prologue, so it being short is understandable, right? So… yeah! Read and review, pretty please?

Oh and, advance happy birthday Sakura-chan! : starts writing your gift!fic :