Best Friends

Part I

By simply dZ aka dZnSNofLAkeZ

WARNING: rated Mature for major cussing and some dirty jokes. If you are faint of heart or easily offended, do not read on (insert smiley face).


Best of friends. That's exactly what they were. They had been best friends ever since their diaper years all the way up to the very present.

Their mothers had been best friends. That's what started it all, when their mothers met in high school at Seisyuu High: one a part time model and the other a transfer student from a prestigious family. They had hit it off well right away. A few years passed and Nadeshiko and Yelan married, Nadeshiko to Kinomoto Fujitaka and Yelan to the leader of the Li clan.

But this story isn't about Nadeshiko and Yelan, but about their children.

Once Yelan married, she had to go back to China. The thing is, she left her only son in the care of Nadeshiko and Fujitaka, hoping that the child would grow up happy in the beauty of Tomoeda Japan, cherry blossoms and all.

So you see, they had always lived together, and when Sakura's mother Nadeshiko died when she was three, it was little Syaoran who comforted her. When Syaoran's father died, it was little Sakura who comforted him. They had always been there for each other, and promised themselves that they always will.

And now they are in Seisyuu High, exactly where their mothers met so many years ago.


A white tank top and Dickie pants. To sixteen-year-old Kinomoto Sakura, that was the most ideal wear, comfortable and easy to move around in. She skated down the main street of Tomoeda, balanced on her beloved skateboard and cherry blossoms fluttering past her auburn hair.

Right beside her was her best friend of sixteen years, skating on his own skateboard in his Dickie slacks. That right there was her fellow soccer player, Martial Arts competitor, and academic rival, Li Syaoran.

Really, there wasn't that much of a difference between the two, Sakura was such a tomboy. She would have happily worn Syaoran's clothes if he wasn't half a head taller. They had the same mane of auburn hair, although Syaoran's was a few shades darker and cut short and left messy. Sakura's on the other hand, was a light brunette color that reached past her shoulder in a straight waterfall, flying behind her like a flag in the wind.

As she got nearer to the flight of stairs, she jumped up and skated down a railing, her hair like wind come alive. Syaoran did the same thing on the railing on the other side of the stairs, white shirt flowing. The contact made a rather screeching noise, not like that of metal on metal, but rather something pleasant. They both landed perfectly on the sidewalk, and in perfect unison sped to their high school.

As they got nearer to their high school, the crowd parted for them and they slowed down. They ignored the stares (from both sexes) and went on. As they got on the sandy ground of the school, they tilted up their skateboards, grabbed it, and hid it behind a tree (it was school policy that they were only supposed to walk, bike, or take a bus/metro to school, but hey, who cared as long as they were happy).

They each pulled out a black blazer from their bags, put it on (stupid school policy), stuck their hands in their pant pockets, and walked on laughing about nothing in particular.

As they were walking, a few girls came up to Syaoran to talk to him, but he gave them his infamous glare. He wasn't in the mood.

A couple steps later, a guy walked up to Sakura and started hitting on her.

"Hey babe." What an ignorant kid.

Sakura gave him the finger.

"Please." Sakura shook her head at the nerve of the kid.

"Listen, kid. I'm not interested. Now fuck off." Sakura said coolly.

"Ooooh" he crowed. "Playing hard to get aren't we."

Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up and scram. Or else I'll make sure you never have kids. Ever."

Some other guy (who was obviously smarter and had more sense then the idiot trying to make a move on Sakura) tugged nervously at the guy's shirt and whispered, "Stop it. Let it go. Come on."

But he was one thick kid.

"I don't believe you." He swung his arm around Sakura and said, "So, you wanna get together some time?"

And Sakura had just had it at that point. She and Syaoran, who was watching bemusedly from the side, turned around to attack the poor kid; a kick to his family jewels by Sakura, just as she promised, and another to his stomach by Syaoran.

And they walked on, hands in pockets, leaving the kid on the ground writhing in pain and a whole crowd staring at the spectacle. Seisyuu High Survival Skill Rule Number One: never mess with the SxS pair.

"Shit, fucking newbies." Sakura muttered angrily.

Syaoran smiled on, still amused.

"Let's ditch class today. I don't feel like it."

He shrugged, "Sure whatever."

"God Mr. What's-his-name is so eff-ing annoying. We're pulling off decent grades. Who gives a shit if we talk to each other in class? It's not like we're disturbing anyone else."

"Mr. What's-his-name? Can't even remember the name of your homeroom teacher? How cold." Teased Syaoran.

"Shut up. Fuck you." Sakura retorted.

"Please." He mimicked the kid.

"Ugh. Don't be like that idiot." Sakura jerked her head back at the general direction of the fallen kid.

Syaoran stopped, and so did Sakura.

He held Sakura by the shoulders, leaned in, nibbled playfully at her ear, and whispered huskily, "And what if I do?"

Sakura smirked, leaned up, licked his jaw seductively, and whispered in his ear in a low voice, "Then I'll make sure you can never fuck pretty girls ever again either."

She leaned back and looked up at Syaoran, a crooked smile on her face.

Then they burst out laughing. It was a long, loud laugh, coming from the bottom of their stomachs, in that way people laughed when they enjoyed themselves.

Several minutes later (apparently they found it pretty funny; "Haha! You should'a seen the expression on your face!" "Naww, yours was funnier!"), Sakura sighed contently and wiped a stray tear. "I think we have an audience, old buddy." She swung her arm around Syaoran's wide shoulder, which was rather difficult since he was half a head taller.

"Oh yeah we do." And he bowed an exaggerated bow, his hands flying in the air and his head down low.

She clapped at herself and said in a loud voice, "That was our 'Seduction, Part II'! Hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for the next episode!"

"Wait, where's our part one then?" Syaoran said, feigning innocence.

"Oh. We'll come up with that one later." Sakura shrugged nonchalantly.

"But then wouldn't that be part three then…?" Syaoran trailed off.

Sakura sat (stood) in deep thought. "You're right. It is. I'll have to think about that one."

Syaoran smacked her in the head and said in a taunting way, "Baaaaka."

Sakura punched him in the shoulder and said "Shut up."

And they laughed all the way to the field, their bags and a soccer ball in hand.


"Yo, think with your head and not your dick!" Sakura called out to Syaoran, who was surrounded by a flock of girls.

"Right back at 'ya." Syaoran retorted.

"Hey, sorry, but I'm a girl."

"Are you sure?" Syaoran laughed.

"Hey!" Sakura cried in mock anger and flew at Syaoran, launching a punch.

"I'm sensitive about my sexuality, ya know!" Sakura yelled, laughing along with the rest of the crowd.

Finally, they stopped and Sakura said, "so you wanna play soccer with me and the guys?" She nodded to six guys standing casually beside her.

"Didn't we just play this morning?" Asked Syaoran.

Sakura shrugged, "Who cares? As long as it makes me happy."

"Oh so now we all exist to please you, huh." Syaoran said, walking beside Sakura.

"Of course!" Sakura chirped and added "So you coming or not?"

"I'm walking with you, aren't I? Dumbass."

Syaoran earned a painful kick in the shins for that one.

"Damn Syaoran's being bullied by a girl!" The black haired guy, Akito, laughed.

"Hey!" This time they both cried out.

"Dude I can understand why Syaoran's mad, but why you offended, Sakura?" Chiaki continued, "Maybe Syaoran was right. Maybe you are a transvestite… That's why you're such a tomboy!"

"You idiot! That doesn't make any sense. Why would a guy dress up as a girl just so they can act like a guy?" Eriol hit Chiaki on the head.

Sakura flipped them off and said, "Dude you're all idiots", and stuck out her tongue.

Roaring laughter filled the hallway.

As soon as they got to the field, Syaoran yelled, "Hey Sakura, bring it on! The usual teams, prepare to go doooooown."

"Haha! In you dirty daydreams!" Sakura yelled back, kicking the soccer ball to start off.

Chiaki immediately got the ball and headed towards the goal, only to be blocked by Akito, who got the ball and passed it to Satoshi, who continued by passing it to Eriol. Sakura ran up and stole the ball, and after seeing Syaoran charging at her, feigned right and then left, quickly dodging past Syaoran, and scored a point.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sakura roared, and the other three, Chiaki, Keita, and Shin joined in.

"IN YOUR FUCKING FACES!" Sakura yelled, turned around, and slapped her ass at them, which was a completely meaningless gesture on her part.

"OH YAH!" Syaoran yelled back, fired up and offended.

"YAH!" Sakura responded.

"Well, HERE WE GO!" Syaoran quickly dove for the ball, got it, and scored before anyone realized it.

"Ooh! Who's good NOW!"

The only thing Sakura could do in the situation, pride and all in danger, was flip him off. And so flip him off she did.

"Oh yah, you wanna go!" Syaoran got in her face and asked, flinging his arms about wildly and pretending as if he was starting a fight. "Let's take this outside!"

Sakura watched, amused, and nodded up. "You dork. We are outside."

Just as Syaoran let out a faint "oh yah", Sakura stole the ball and went in the direction of her goal.

"Hey! Pass here!" Shin yelled at Sakura.

"Will do!" she yelled back. Just as she was about to pass the ball to Shin, a foot suddenly appeared in front of her. The momentum was too great, and the act was so sudden that Sakura didn't even have the time to react or dodge before she found herself kissing Mother Earth.

Goddamn. Where did my reflexes go? Dude whatever happened to my years of training. The only person who could move this fast is…

She flipped over.

Syaoran.

If he can play dirty, I can too.

"Owwwww. What the fuck did you do that for, Syaoran!" Sakura moaned, clutching her right knee. "Shit that hurts man!"

A wave of guilt flooded over Syaoran, and he offered Sakura a hand.

"Here, sorry."

Before he knew what was going on, Sakura, with great force, yanked him down, making him kiss Mother Earth just as Sakura had.

He heard howling laughter in the background, and turned around just in time to hear Sakura yell, "Haha! Sucker!" She went on by sticking her tongue out at him, and continued on her way to the goal, knees perfectly fine.

Syaoran growled, got up, and chased after Sakura, all the while yelling "I'm gonna get you for that, bitch!"

He laughed along with the wind and his friends, eyes crinkled up and enjoying the feel of it all.

He loved all his friends, especially Sakura. They were the best and they made him laugh.

It was the best sensation ever, this carefree feeling.

Ten minutes later, the tardy bell rang, and the eight walked lazily back to the school. Once they got to their classroom, they slid open the door carelessly and walked noisily to the back of the room, sat, and slouched down in their seat.

"Yo what's up Tomoyo? Sorry I had to ditch you to play soccer, but I'll make it up to you, promise." Sakura said to her other best friend, Tomoyo, who was coincidentally also her cousin.

"No probs girl. I understand. To make it up to me, you'll have to come over and try on some of my newest designs though. Mr. Grouch over there can come too. And of course Eriol, too." All three groaned and hit their heads on their desks with a loud bang, to which Tomoyo's only response was laughter.

Mr. "What's-his name" sighed. The back was always noisy, but he couldn't do anything about it. After all, Syaoran and Sakura were the best in their grade when it came to academics and sports, and the other seven followed right after. Plus, Sakura's father was the infamous archaeologist and Syaoran's family was the prestigious Li clan, and to add to all that mess, Tomoyo's mother was Sonomi, head of Daidouji Corporations. All three were powerful and extremely influential, and so all he could ever do was lecture them, and today, he was too tired to do that. He sighed again and continued teaching.

"Dude this is so gay" Syaoran whispered loudly.

"Word." Eriol agreed lazily.

The rest just stared out the window, spacing out, looking at the nice flower petals flowing down to the ground. The trees were so green and the skies were so blue…how nice. Syaoran and Eriol soon joined their ranks.

"Miss Kinomoto, please answer this problem. Come up to do it please." The teacher suddenly interrupted. He was hoping to catch them off guard.

Sakura turned around lazily and looked at the problem: cotx+1/cotx-1 1+tanx/1-tanx

"Ugh. Screw that. I'm too lazy. The answer is one plus tangent of x divided by one minus tangent of x. Happy?" Sakura retorted.

The class laughed. All she did was repeat the right hand side, and although that was the right answer, it wasn't quite what the teacher was looking for.

The teacher ran his hand over his face in frustration, "Not quite. Can you please give us the stuff in the middle?"

Sakura snorted; "Hey teach, look, all I did was do what you asked me to. You told me to give you the answer so I did. Can't blame me. But whatever. Since it's so easy, I might as well do it." She started saying the steps aloud while the teacher wrote it down hurriedly, always trying to catch up. "Let's see," she muttered lazily "the left hand side equals to cosine of x plus sine of x over sine of x, all of that over cosine of x minus sine of x over sine of x. If you get rid of the complex fraction, you get cosine of x plus sine of x over cosine of x minus sine of x. You then multiply the top and bottom by secant of x, and get the right hand side. Satisfied?" Sakura drawled.

The teacher couldn't make a sound. Why the hell were they in this class, anyways!

"Hey teach, now that I answered your question, you can answer mine. Why the hell do I only see letters when this is supposed to be math? What happened to the numbers? Did the ancients just suddenly crap up and go, 'fuck I'm bored with this shit. Let's put in random letters and torture those stupid lil' kids sitting in their classrooms trying to figure all this crap out a thousand years from now'?"

The class roared in laughter and mockery at the teacher, and the teacher couldn't say a word. Seisyuu High Survival Skill Number One: Never mess with the SxS pair. The rule even applied to the teachers. Poor dudes.

Suddenly, a voice piped up from beside Sakura, quiet and bored, "Yo, bitch. You're so fucking stupid. It took you a full minute to answer that one." The class gasped (what a retarded class, Syaoran thought).

Sakura pushed her chair back roughly, grabbed Syaoran by the collar, lifted him out of his seat, and said, "Hey mother fucker, you wanna mess?"

All throughout the classroom, the words echoed, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" And the teacher didn't even bother; he had already learned his lesson.

Sakura let go of Syaoran's collar and smiled sweetly. "Sorry dudes. Our fights aren't free. We charge 500 yen for each person. Today, after school, on the rooftop."

Sakura looked at Syaoran, and Syaoran looked back. They suddenly grinned and in unison, bowed, hands around each others' waist.

"This should be called, 'The Fight, Part II'."

"Sakura, we already went over this. No. Make it part three."

"What the fuck? That's worse then mine! Where's your brain!"

"Sold it on eBay."

"Dude, that's so old. And what the hell are you doing on that American site anyways!"

"Selling my brain. We already went over this, Sakura, get a brain."

"Sorry, sold mine on eBay."

"Dude. That's so fucking old."

"What! You hypocrite. You just used it!"

"You're a hypocrite, too!"

And they flipped each other off and burst into laughter.

Weirdos…

Easy money.

…One-track mind.


DISCLAMER:
CCS does not in anyway belong to me.

Note: 500 yen is an equivalent of 5 dollars.

Note 2: I rated this fic mature because the description of the ratings were " not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language". What do you guys think? Teen or Mature? I don't want this fic deleted.

Note 3: There were a couple of reviews that told me that one shots were supposed to be one chapter. I am well aware of that. However, I don't like to write a whole bunch at once, and since I'm so impatient, I decided I would make it into three parts. If you guys want, I can simply compile it all into one chapter when I'm done. The key point is that it is supposed to be a one-shot, just broken off. Is that too weird? Maybe I'll just compile it all into one and take longer to update. P

So ya dig? Man I sound like a fucking wanna-be. But oh well.

Let's try this again:

You guys like it so far? It was really fun writing this, with the cussing and all. It's fun. 3 If you don't get some of the jokes, it's ok, it's not important. All you need to get from them is the fact that Syaoran treats Sakura as if she was a guy, and there's nothing except great friendship between the two. Now, if you don't get the dirty jokes, be happy. I wish I had an innocent mind… But that's a completely different story. And now that I think about it, the jokes aren't really dirty. I mean, they're just plain straightforward and rough.

And if you were offended by any of that, you were warned. So it's your own fault. P

Next Chapter: Sakura in a mini. Poor Syaoran. Imagine all those awkward moments when he tackles her (or she tackles him) and he realizes the position he's in. Cackle But seriously. Will he survive? Or will he just die from the excess hormone circulation?

(Maybe I'll just kill him off…)

(Ehe

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