Of Dragons and Teenagers

By Rogue Mystique

Hello! I'm a newbie so pwease go easy on me! (Puppy dog eyes) I really hope you enjoy and if you don't… well, there's nothing I can do about dat! Not much fluff in this fanfic but there is a little. Uuum… I have nothing else to say so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do (not) own Cardcaptor Sakura… boo hoo!

Chapter One

    "Bye Dad! Bye Touya!" Sakura Kinomoto called over her shoulder.

She skipped down the front steps and strapped on her roller blades. Sakura was a sixteen-year-old high schooler that didn't have a care in the world, not even the results of her Highers, which were coming in August. She sped along the bumpy brick road and tucked her waist length honey brown hair behind her ears. Rays of sunlight lay across her tanned face and she sighed, summer was a beautiful time, no doubt about it. Her bright green black kohl outlined eyes scanned the road ahead for the familiar face of her friend Tomoyo Daidoji. Tomoyo greeted her with a friendly wave, her badges on her school tie glistening in the scorching sun and her shoulder blade length raven black hair shimmering.

"Hey 'Kura! How's our little blader doing today?" Tomoyo called while Sakura screeched to a halt in front if her. Sakura grinned and her knee length leather coat swished around her body.

"I'm fine," Sakura looked around nervously, "no Syaoran right? I'm really not in the mood for his jokes today."

Tomoyo brought a ring-clad finger to Sakura's forehead, she came eye-to-eye with her and giggled, "you okay? Usually you're dying to see Syaoran!"

Sakura shook her off and grinned sarcastically. Tomoyo laughed nonchalantly and strapped her own blades on, speeding next to the rolling blader next to her, her black bag bouncing on her back. Sakura's eyes squinted as a blurry figure waited patiently for them, clutching a worn skateboard.

"Aaaw crap, its Syaoran." Sakura groaned, slapping her forehead.

Tomoyo groaned and her amethyst eyes rolled.

    Syaoran Li was an arrogant, cheeky seventeen year old that loved nothing more than teasing Sakura about her gothic clothing. He spotted her blading up to his street from his window and rushed outside grabbing a piece of toast, ignoring his mother's protests about him not wearing his tie. He tossed a bit of toast to Thunder, his dog and scrambled outside. Syaoran grabbed his skateboard and waited impatiently for Sakura and Tomoyo to catch up with him. His floppy chocolate brown hair ruffled in the wind, he cursed and desperately tried to flatten it.

"Don't bother Little Wolf, it already looks bad." Sakura's smooth voice purred.

Syaoran swallowed and looked up; Sakura was wearing her usual attire, a shortish black skirt, a purple shirt with the top button undone, her tie hanging loosely around her neck, a long black leather coat, black tights and her trademark black and pink roller blades. All topped off with her Pucca bag clutched to her breast. Tomoyo tried to look innocent and her long denim jacket hugged her body, her trousers flared out and her trainers poked out but as usual, her glinting eyes gave away her mischievous attitude.

"Shut it 'Kura, yours is just as bad." Syaoran snapped.

Sakura looked at Tomoyo and she shook her head. Sakura snorted at Syaoran and bladed away, shaking off his comment. Tomoyo folded her arms and glared at Syaoran.

"Why do you taunt her Syaoran? You two should be the best of friends but you both constantly bitch at each other." Tomoyo tutted while walking next to Syaoran. He skated slowly. He shrugged and mumbled deeply.

"Don't ask me, it's her who's the big bad, I'm just an innocent victim." Syaoran stuck out his bottom lip.

"That look might work on 'Kura but not on me." Tomoyo rolled her eyes once again.

    "Miss Kinomoto! Are you paying attention?" Mr Osborne barked.

Sakura gulped, Biology was so boring that she often phased out. A piece of paper fluttered on her desk.

"Uh, yes?" she said unsurely.

"Then what were we talking about?" Mr Osborne came right up to her desk.

Sakura pulled the piece of paper onto her lap and unfolded it. Syaoran's scrawled handwriting filled her vision, it said, Newton's First law of Motion. Sakura sat up and repeated what was on the piece of paper.

"Correct. Lunchtime detention for Mr Li and Miss Kinomoto, maybe that will teach you to stop passing notes." Mr Osborne smirked.

Sakura groaned and growled at Syaoran. He smiled apologetically and Tomoyo shook her head in disbelief. Every time in Biology, Sakura and Syaoran got detention for passing notes, and it was usually Syaoran who started it. Sakura pulled out her homework diary and scribbled doodles all over it. Screw it, she thought, I'm in fifth year, the holidays are coming up and I'm sick of Osborne. Sakura scrunched up a bit of paper and flicked it at the teacher's neck, trying not to laugh when he turned around, furious.

"Who did that?!" he screeched.

The whole class snickered as Sakura looked around with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Miss Kinomoto, was that you?" Mr Osborne accused her instantly.

"Me sir? I wouldn't dream of such a thing, I mean it's childish and immature." Sakura put on her best guiltless look. Syaoran watched Mr Osborne's face grow red and he shot his hand up, worried that Sakura might be killed in a minute.

"It was me sir." He said strongly.

The whole class gasped. They knew Sakura and Syaoran were friends but they had never done anything like that. Sakura smiled gratefully, if not a little puzzled, at him and he shrugged as if to say it was nothing. Mr Osborne spent the rest of the lesson shouting at Syaoran. The things I do for that girl, he thought.

    Sakura walked through the buzzing corridors, searching frantically for Syaoran who seemed to have disappeared. It was time for their detention and Mr Osborne did not like being kept waiting.

"Syaoran you fool, where are you?" Sakura's voice was worried.

Suddenly, a pair of strong hands clamped over Sakura's eyes and a deep, masculine voice whispered in her ear: "guess who?"

Lynsay twisted around, the hands still covering her eyes. She smiled, knowing whom it was, her hands darted forward and she punched her unseen "friend".

"Baka." Sakura stated firmly.

Syaoran flicked her nose and smiled boyishly.

"I am not an idiot Sakura san." Syaoran pulled her tie.

Sakura looked into his deep amber eyes and stuck her tongue out. She pouted her lips and dragged him up to Osborne's; he moaned in protest and saluted a couple of alarmed first years. Well, they had just witnessed a tall, pretty fifth year Goth girl dragging a cute, blonde boy upstairs. They crept in and were ordered to keep themselves amused. Sakura instantly pulled out a sketchpad and Syaoran brought out his. They huddled together in a back desk and sketched lions and dragons; one thing they could both agree on was drawing. Syaoran looked at Sakura slyly and watched her face full of concentration as she drew a solitary eye. Strands of brunette hair strayed over her gentle green eyes. Syaoran sighed and went back to his drawing of a lady clutching a pink staff; she had shoulder length brown hair and emerald eyes.

"She's pretty, who is she?" Sakura dragged her chair next to Syaoran and placed her chin on his shoulder. She traced a black nail over the woman's cheekbone.

"I don't know, I just dream about her." Syaoran looked at Sakura and saw the smile on her ruby lips, "keep her."

    Sakura loved his drawings; she had several of them dotted over her bedroom wall. She grinned obligingly and carefully took it out.

"Thanks." Sakura whispered, looking at Syaoran but shying away at his intense wolfish gaze. Syaoran glanced at the clock and then at Osborne who was sleeping quietly at his desk. The three other students in the Science room hadn't noticed so Syaoran nudged Sakura.

"Come on, time for us to skedaddle." Syaoran grabbed his rucksack and Sakura's handbag and hauled her out of the room. The other students laughed softly and shook their heads. Sakura and Syaoran, the terrible twosome.

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