First I better start by apologising for not putting this up sooner but it totally isn't my fault - I guess I thought there would be more interest in this than there was and the lack of interest in it spoiled my interest in it so in return I sort of just held the subsequent chapters hostage until I felt sorry enough for anyone who was interested to put the rest up. I suspect part of the problem is that it is in crossovers so its unlikely anyone will stumble across it randomly, but I couldn't fairly put it into one or the other unless I put them up as two separate stories (which I can't do due to possible future plot but I haven't really decided on that point).
Anyways, I know I'm going to repeat this again at the end of the chapter but please review because its the only way I know whether or not to continue. Thanks to all that reviewed and I'm sure that this is what many of you were hanging out for - when Sakura meets Syaoran . . . This chapter is very long so you better all appreciate it dammit (as you can see the rating is for my own personal cursing and nothing else).
DISCLAIMER - Virgo Writer is penniless student who writes fanfiction as a hobby, I'll let you come to your own conclusions . . .
More Than You Think You Are – Not All Who Wander Are Lost
She could feel the hard grey walls caving in on her.
They were so dark, so strong. She felt as though she would be trapped within them forever, isolated from the outside world and simply left to die. She felt so utterly alone.
"Don't worry Sakura," a smooth masculine voice told her softly, dispelling her fears. "We'll get through this together."
And suddenly she felt less alone.
Sakura opened her tear filled emerald green eyes only to meet a pair of awe struck amber ones filled with concern for her and eyes for her alone. She was suddenly reminded of how much nicer her name sounded when coming from his silky lips that she longed to kiss for so long.
Her eyes darted over him taking in every breath taking sight starting with the wind tossed chocolate coloured messy locks that remained in the same state no matter how many times a comb was run through it. Next it was those piercing amber orbs that seemed to be able to see into her very being, her soul. Those eyes would engulf her into a state of comatose that she just knew she could stay in forever and be perfectly content.
Her eyes moved down to his lips, the ones she would pray every night to kami-sama to feel against her own. Those lips that haunted her dreams day and night, those lips that would stop her heart completely when they lifted into one of his rare, but breath taking smiles.
Her eyes studied his muscular physique from years of training, the perfectly developed muscles and the strong green aura reaching out to her own pink, before they finally returned to the deep amber eyes that it all began with once again becoming lost into their fiery depths.
"Trust me," he added in a soft whisper as he reached out and gently wiped away her tears as best he could.
"Of course I trust you Syaoran," she replied to him. "I'm just scared. I don't think I'm strong enough. I don't think I can win this."
"Well I do Sakura," Syaoran told her his voice and eyes filled with the truest form of sincerity. "I believe in you."
"Syaoran I . . ." she started suddenly finding herself at a loss for words.
Syaoran was right there, standing right in front of her, looking straight into the emerald depths of her eyes filled with emotions she longed to define and all she could do was stand there as the world crumbled away beneath her feet.
'Wait,' she thought doing a double take as the ground literally was crumbling away beneath her.
"Sakura!" she heard Syaoran call as she disappeared into that deep dark abyss of her mind.
"Sakura!" her father yelled in her ear as he shook her roughly as he had been trying to wake her for the last half hour. "You're late sweetheart."
"Hooeee!!!" Sakura exclaimed suddenly very awake. "I'm late for school again, Ms. Anderson's going to kill me."
"You're not late for school," Fujitaka replied chuckling at his clueless daughter.
"I'm not!" she said angrily before deciding not to even bother. She fell back down to her bed before resuming her sleeping regime.
"Stupid, baka tou-san waking me up early for no reason," she muttered angrily to herself as she tried to get back to sleep.
"Mou Sakura, have you forgotten what day it is already?" Fujitaka asked skeptically. "Today is your thriteenth birthday, the day most people who've been dreaming of being a Pokemon Master since they could talk usually start their journey. And seeing as I'm on the topic anyway the time is five minutes to ten, the time most people in the fore mentioned category would be down at Professor Mizuki's lab trying to pass their exam."
"HHHHOOOOEEEE!!!!!" Sakura screamed again, louder and longer this time as she rushed past him in a fury of clothes, books and pokegear.
"Hmmmmmm, thirty five seconds," he said thoughtfully glancing at his watch, "must be losing my touch."
"Bye Otou-san," she called as she raced out the door of her Pallet home and to the Mizuki Reservation.
Pallet, her hometown, wasn't particularly large compared to a lot of the places surrounding it. It was lucky to have even a hundredth of the population the big city's like Cerulean and Viridian had. It seemed the only reason Pallet was even on the map was because of Professor Mizuki, the leading professor in Pokemon Science.
Mizuki's labs were situated near the outskirts of Pallet and probably took up most of the land in the small town. It was filled with thousands – maybe even millions – of Pokemon most of, which belonged to the Pallet trainers already on their journey's.
Sakura wanted to be one of them. She wanted to be the 'Worlds Greatest Pokemon Master' and really put Pallet Town on the map for good.
She panted as she finally made it over the huge hill leading towards the towering white buildings. She made a memo to herself that she would really have to start cutting back on the dingdongs if she wanted to make her way to Indigo and back alive.
"Ah, Sakura, you finally made it," a women with long red-brown hair and eyes like lions said as the door swung open before Sakura even had the chance to knock. Sometimes the professor's intuition really scared her.
"I had a feeling you'd be late so I held up the exam," Mizuki continued in her usual placid, all-knowing, tone of voice as she led Sakura inside. "You're my best student, if you don't pass then there is certainly no hope for the rest of them."
"Thank you for the encouragement Professor Mizuki," Sakura replied bowing from both respect and modesty.
Mizuki nodded in response. "Come now," she insisted. "You must begin."
Sakura did as she was told and took a seat with many of her fellow classmates in the blank looking room situated near the labs entrance.
"The exam begins . . . now!"
For three prolonged and painful hours Sakura scribbled back and forth across what seemed like over a thousand pages filling in the spaces where necessary. By the time it was finally over her hands felt like they were on fire.
And now here she was about two hours after that walking the road to Veridian with her first ever Pokemon.
It was a small flying/magic type Pokemon named Kero who would evolve to Ceroberous at level 52 with the aid of the sun stone. Kero was no bigger than a foot or so and had beautiful golden fur and pure white feathery wings.
It seemed the only problem with Kero was his attitude.
"C'mon Kero-chan," Sakura begged now resorting to dragging poor little Kero across the ground by string held by her dad's old rubber gardening gloves.
She had learnt early on not to mess with Kero or to risk getting to close. It seemed this particular Kero liked to show off with some of its electrical magic attacks when he was angry – which by the way was practically all the time. It really was a good thing that Sakura was shock resistant.
Kero stood firm holding its angry stance despite its size and Sakura's attempt to pull him further.
"Fine," she sighed taking off the gloves and undoing the rope from her partner's neck. "Is that better now?" she asked.
Kero just turned his nose up at her refusing to make any contact with this human. He was still angry at that damn professor for trapping him in that Pokeball until somebody decided to take him away from those labs. He just wished he hadn't been stuck with her of all people.
Theoretically, the girl knew just about everything she needed to know to get her trainers licence and more. The problem was that practically speaking, she was about as inexperienced as an exeggutor in a Frisbee throwing contest (A/N: cos they don't have any arms).
She didn't know what she was supposed to do with her Pokemon, only what she had learnt from that silly professor and from watching the matches on TV. Sure they'd been taught the basics on what to do if your Pokemon was poisoned and simple attack strategies and Sakura had passed that with flying colours, but when it came to the real nitty gritty, the stuff that was really important, they were all novices.
But what did he expect. It wasn't like they were going to give him to an experienced trainer, experienced trainers didn't need to be given Pokemon – they caught their own. He was obviously a starter Pokemon and thus he was given to a starter trainer.
"I know Kero," Sakura said cheerfully as if she had just come up with the greatest thing since sliced bread. "Why don't we stop to eat?"
Kero shrugged his small shoulders and went to sit up in a tree.
Sakura sighed.
This totally wasn't what she expected her journey to be like.
She thought she would be on the road with a Charmander, or a Bulbasaur or even maybe a Squirtle talking cheerfully to one another and declaring that they would be the best of friend's right to the end. Being zapped wasn't exactly on the program for her first day on the road to being the worlds greatest Pokemon Master, actually it was probably the last thing she had expected to happen.
Again she sighed as she slouched lazily at the bottom of the tree Kero had perched himself in and threw her backpack to the side. Maybe she would just have a nap for a bit, today really had been a long day with everything that happened.
She really wished that Professor Mizuki would schedule these things later but then she couldn't see that happening in a future where she would benefit from it.
So with those thoughts Sakura closed her eyes and tried to escape from the world if only for a few moments rest. That was of course until she heard a strange rustling noise coming from beside her.
She slowly opened one eye and cautiously looked to the side so as not to frighten whatever was making the strange noise only to find to her pleasure and surprise a Pokemon!
Sakura's eyes widened in astonishment as she looked the violet creature up and down. It was the first wild Pokemon she had seen since her father found that stray sunflora settling itself into her mom's old flower beds, but it wasn't nearly as cool as this.
So she did the same thing any inexperienced new Pokemon trainer would do. She whipped out her handy dandy note- I mean Pokedex out of her pocket and aimed it at the cute purple Pokemon in awe.
"Rattatta, a forest Pokemon," her Pokedex spoke in its familiar computer generated voice. "It likes cheese, nuts, fruits and berries."
"Cool!" Sakura cooed in an excited whisper as she watched the creature almost as if she was afraid she might break the being if she spoke too loud.
"It also comes out into fields," Dexter added almost as a rather fitting after thought, "to steal food from STUPID trainers."
"Hoe," Sakura sighed despondently as she slumped to the ground beside the tree.
Rattatta paused to look at her for a second before continuing to riffle uncaringly through her bag for anything considered edible and lets face it, those rubber gloves were looking mighty tasty right about now.
Kero laughed haughtily from up in the tree not caring that he was laughing at his own STUPID trainer and that he would be stuck with said trainer for what could quite possibly be the rest of his life.
But Sakura wasn't kept down for long. I suppose that was just one of her better traits; she was the sort of person that would always get back on the horse even if it meant further embarrassment, as the case usually was.
"That's a Pokemon," she exclaimed excitedly as Kero rolled his eyes, as it truly was the most obvious thing. "And I'm a Pokemon Trainer. And Pokemon Trainers catch Pokemon."
Again Kero rolled his small charcoal eyes, as Sakura's own emerald green sparkled excitedly at her great insight into life itself.
"Go get 'em Kero," she commanded pointing at the Rattatta with the same look on her face.
Kero looked at her for a few seconds before doing what came naturally. He carefully got down the tree and laughed so hard he ended up on the floor clutching his stomach.
'Silly humans,' he thought to himself. 'I wonder if they're all like this or if mine is just exceptionally stupid.'
"Fine then," Sakura growled. "I'll do it myself. Pokeball go."
And with that she threw her red and white Pokeball at the Rattatta catching him in one easy scoop. For a few seconds all was silent as the ball bounced around but then the Rattatta escaped giving Sakura one last glare before being on its way.
Kero began to laugh again and was very thankful he had decided to get out of the tree. It would have been a very painful fall otherwise.
It was then Dexter spoke up interrupting Kero's laughter.
"To capture a Pokemon you usually have your own Pokemon battle it," Dexter explained almost sarcastically.
"Some help you are," she muttered to both Kero and the Pokedex. Neither seemed to be doing her any good at the moment and she had no idea how she was going to deal.
"Hey you! Come back here!" she growled angrily at the creature who had stolen her lunch. "Kero," she whinned seeing as her first attempts hadn't worked, "attack it."
"Ker-ro," he chuckled to himself as he made his way back up into the tree where he could watch the whole thing without being harmed.
"Go ahead, laugh, see if I care," Sakura muttered as she grabbed as stone off the ground and threw it in the direction she presumed the Rattatta was in. She knew it wasn't the brightest idea, actually it was probably the dumbest idea she had come up with to date, but I guess she was just so angry that it was the only thing she could think of to do.
Luckily, she missed the poor misled Rattatta. Unluckily, she hit something else.
A cry of pain echoed through the grassy plains as some random Pokemon was hit with a dangerously low flying rock thanks to our 'hero'.
"That's not good is it?" she asked cautiously as she looked towards her partner for help.
The cute golden Pokemon simply shook his head at her as he kindly held back a few giggles.
The currently unknown Pokemon squawked again louder than before as it made its way into the air. It glared at Sakura with black eyes and smirked with its long beak as its jagged feathers ruffled in the wind. Sakura gulped nervously.
"Most Pokemon are placid unless provoked," the Pokedex stated as it locked onto the tall and powerful looking Pokemon that was heading rapidly towards them. "An exception to this would be the spearrow which has a terrible temper, it is very wild and will sometimes attack other Pokemon and humans."
"Obviously," Sakura muttered as the Spearrow grazed past her several times barely missing it's mark.
But then dexter wasn't finished. "Wild Pokemon are often jealous of trained Pokemon and will try to attack them out of this resentment." And that was when Spearrow noticed Kero sitting in the branch above Sakura's head, still barely holding back giggles at the state his master was getting herself into.
Spearrow's evil smirk widened as he narrowed his onyx coloured eyes on Kero with an almost shameless glee. He diverted his attention from getting back at Sakura for throwing that rock at him to a new method of torture.
He swooped and dived from all angles. It was only thanks to his agility and quick attacks that Kero was able to miss the majority of Spearows attacks, but that didn't mean he was completely immune.
"Hey, stop that!" Sakura cried out seeing her only Pokemon hit by one of Spearows most devastating attacks. "It's me you're after, leave Kero alone."
Spearrow just smiled that evil smirk of his once again and continued to attack poor Kero with all its might. It may have been Sakura who had thrown the rock, but Kero was a far more interesting target.
"Kero, get in your pokeball," she commanded desperately. Neither Pokemon seemed to be listening to her.
It was hopeless. She was supposed to be a Pokemon trainer, and she couldn't even get her own Pokemon to listen to her, let alone gain control over wild ones. She was useless, how was she ever going to reach her dream at this rate?
Kero just sent her a quick glare and ran off into the field. He hated pokeballs. The only thing he reckoned he despised more than pokeballs were Spearrow and that was pretty understandable right now.
He refused to be confined to a pokeball, he would find his own way out of this, he didn't need her help or anyone else's.
So Kero ran. He ran away from his inexperienced trainer. He ran away from the evil Spearrow that ran after him. He ran away from everything he hated about this world.
Occasionally he would send some kind of attack at Spearrow, but it all seemed almost futile, after all, he had wasted all of his good attacks on Sakura earlier that day. He also noticed that she was running after him, keeping surprisingly good pace.
Obviously, one of the attacks must have hit Spearrow, because suddenly the evil little bird creature made the most dreadful noise either one of them had ever heard. Sadly, it wasn't a cry of pain, as most would presume; this was something not all that dissimilar to a cry of war.
Both Sakura and Kero stopped as the saw the Pokemon drift backwards. They stared as a huge dark cloud began to form in the distance, swiftly moving towards them echoing Spearrows cry. They continued to stare as the cloud became clearer, as it became obvious that the cloud was not in fact a cloud, but a huge angry horde of Spearrow.
"Get in your Pokéball Kero," Sakura commanded firmly not taking her eyes off the approaching gang.
Kero looked at her for a second noticing an air about her he had never noticed in any human before, but he quickly shook it off and took to the air where he knew he could gain more speed. Sakura was on his heals from the word go; and the Spearrow (not to mention a few rather dangerous looking Fearrow) were right behind them.
The Spearrow pecked at them both mercilessly, especially Kero whom they had decided was responsible for this dreadful attack against their fellow Spearrow. It quickly escalated to the point where Kero was unable to fly and forced to run along side Sakura as fast as his tiny little legs would take him.
They were persistent though. Despite the fact that Kero was lower to the ground, they continued to attack him to their hearts content.
Sakura clenched her jaw in determination and made up her mind. In spite of Kero's annoyance, she scooped him up into her arms and cradled him against her body, protecting him from the harm surrounding him.
'I need a plan,' Sakura thought to herself hopelessly as she took a look at the injured Pokemon begrudgingly taking shelter in her arms.
Her eyes shifted across the lush green meadows to her left, then on to the steep rolling hills ahead and the distant memories of the town behind her until something to the right of her caught her eye.
It was the most beautiful thing Sakura had ever seen in her life (no, not Syaoran, yet). It was an amazing mass of emerald green leaves and mahogany trunks and she didn't think she had ever been so thankful to see a tree in her life.
You see, even someone as dense as Sakura knows that it's a lot harder for birds like Spearrow and Fearrow to fly through a forest, especially one as dense as this. Now she had a plan and with any luck it may just save their lives.
So without any more thought to it, Sakura veered off to the right, taking the gang of Spearrow by surprise for a few seconds. To think that hadn't even been a part of her master plan; she hadn't accounted for Spearrows' stupidity.
She rushed towards the forest with as much speed and determination as she could muster. She wasn't going to let her first Pokemon die because of her own stupid little mistake because then that would mean that Meiling was right, that she was really the silly little wannabe trainer that Meiling made her out to be.
This just made her run faster.
Random Spearrow and Fearrow crashed into trees either side of her, some even managing to keep up for a relative amount of time. But then, like I said before, Spearrow are not exactly the sharpest crayons in the box and eventually this fact caught up with them.
Finally, completely exhausted, Sakura stopped running happy to find that there was no one but herself and Kero left in the forest. She dropped to the forest floor tiredly resting against a tree trunk just happy to be alive.
'Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes,' she thought to herself drowsily as her thoughts became cloudy and she lost all control of her consciousness.
"Can you even believe them?" a boy asked his trusted companion fervently who shurged in response. "I mean, who the hell do they even think they are?"
The Pokemon, a well trained and kept Magnemite, buzzed and beeped excitedly in agreement with its master as they walked through a familiar forest along side a sea green mountain bike.
It was all their fault really, just as master said it was (A/N: Is anyone else getting scary Gollum de ja vu right about now?). Not that either of them minded.
For about as long as the boy and his dutiful Pokemon could remember, all they had wanted to do was get away from that awful place and its awful inhabitants. He had felt trapped within its sturdy walls, almost as if it were a prison rather than the home it was fabled to be.
He felt as though everyone had constantly watched his every move, just waiting for him to fail so they could laugh and jeer in response. Waiting for him to prove them all right, to show he couldn't do it, that he was as useless as they all believed him to be.
God, he hated it there. Everybody treated him like crap, as if he wasn't good enough to even be considered in the same sentence as them. It was as if they didn't think he was worthy of them; as if their mere presence was some gift they had bestowed upon him; their most unworthy attendant.
That was why he had left. At least it was one of the reasons he had left. He wanted to prove them all wrong, to prove that he could make it on his own.
He was going to be the best damn Electric Master there ever was and ever will be. And he was going to do it without them and their damn self-righteous, hollier-than-thou help if you could even call it that.
"We'll show them, won't we Magnum?" he asked rhetorically to his friend, companion and most trusted Pokemon. "Just you, me and 3M. We'll be the best, that's for sure and they'll all regret the day they messed with . . ."
He was cut off mid-speech by a sound – other than that of his own voice – interrupting the stillness of the forest. He eyed his surroundings cautiously and listened for the sound to come again but all was silent until the rustle of a nearby bush caught his attention.
"Look Magnum, it's a Pokemon," he smiled excitedly. "C'mon let's catch it."
For a moment the Magnemite looked almost depressed as it let out a sole 'mag' but the boy quickly consoled it. "Aw, don't be like that Mag," he said thoughtfully. "You can't expect me to make it through a journey with just you and 3M by my side. I'm going to need at least six Pokemon, but I promise you when we get to that final it will be us three all the way."
Magnum seemed to perk up at that and started charging itself for whatever attack the boy commanded.
The boy's smile widened, so much so that it seemed to burn through his amber eyes with an intense energy unlike any other known to man. "Ok Magnum, let's get ready for a thundershock."
Meanwhile . . . Sakura stirred awoken by a near by commotion.
She opened her eyes slowly to the unfamiliar scenery as she searched her mind for the reasons that got her here but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a single word reaching her ears. Pokemon.
Caught by this one word, she began to listen intently to the seemingly one-sided conversation taking place just beyond her little bush.
"Ok Magnum, let's get ready for a thundershock."
"Hoe!" she muttered excitedly at the sound of the electric attack. She couldn't believe it, she was about to witness a real live Pokemon battle, and only on her first day of training. The kids back home in Pallet were going to be so jealous when they heard about this.
"Did you hear that?" the same voice asked, his excitement growing just as Sakura's was. Whatever he was talking to responded with a delighted 'mag'. "It's got to be a Ho-oh. You better make that a thunder wave, Magnum."
'Oh my gosh. A Ho-oh. That's so cool!' she thought infectiously. 'What's a Ho-oh?'
Sakura just decided to shrug her shoulders and smiled to herself. She began to get up into a position where she could watch the battle take place. She'd never seen a real Pokemon battle before, well other than the one that one time she had seen Meilin battle but then that one didn't really count because Meilin was just a stupid little pooh brain anyway.
"You ready Magnum?" he asked before giving the command. "Ok, go!"
Sakura could feel herself tingling all over with excitement. Actually, on second thoughts that could have just been the thousand or so volts of electricity that had just been pumped into her by an unwitting Pokemon because that sad fact was, there was no Ho-oh and some over eager trainer had managed to mistake her for the legendary bird.
"I think we got it Magnum!" he cried out excitedly. "Pokeball go!"
"Wait! I'm not a Pokemon!" Sakura tried to call out but it was already too late. Before she could even try to get the words out she was struck by a Pokeball and everything suddenly went black.
"Are you ok?" asked a sweet voice full of concern as she slowly drifted back to consciousness.
Her eyes fluttered open anxiously only to be met by a pair of the most awe striking amber eyes that you could ever possibly imagine, looking deeply into her own awe struck emerald eyes.
"I . . . I think so," she stuttered trying to get her voice to work despite all the obstacles.
She had to remind herself to breath, that was how bad it was. She could barely remember what words were let alone form a sentence to reply. Heck, her whole body was mush right now and the fact of the matter was she actually didn't care.
"Good," he said his tone changing entirely as he put up a wall that hid the true emotions he felt at the moment.
'God, she's beautiful,' he thought to himself for a moment but quickly shook his head forcing the thoughts out of his head. "What are you doing here?" he said instead as he forced an arrogant tone to his voice. He added an extra question as he noticed a lump of fur on her lap, "and what the hell is that?"
"That's my Pokemon," she said in a haughty tone that almost matched his. "I'm a Pokemon trainer."
"What kind of trainer lets their Pokemon get into that kind of state?" he asked as his eyes carefully study the creature in her arms taking strained breaths.
In any normal situation Sakura would have replied calmly and answered his question properly – she might have even bothered asking for help if it was anyone else - but there was just something about his tone and that overconfident demeanour that really got to her.
"What kind of trainer am I?" she asked angrily struck by the irony of it all as everything that had happened thus far came back to her. She stood up and carefully placed Kero to one side in an effort to be more intimidating. "Well you're certainly one to talk. I mean, who do you think you are getting your Pokemon to attack innocent bystanders and throwing Pokeballs at people's heads?"
He just smiled smugly completely unaffected by her words, like water off a ducks back. "I'm Syaoran Li," he replied raising a haughty eyebrow in her direction. "Who the hell are you?"
"Like that's supposed to impress me or something?" she asked mimicking his haughty tone and expression. 'I'm Syaoran Li,' she whined pompously in her head. 'Jackass.'
"I suppose it wouldn't mean anything to someone like you," he replied smugly with a brazen smile. "I mean," he continued waving the thought aside offhandishly, "you are after all just some inexperienced little wanna-be Pokemon Trainer. And a girl one at that."
"You misogynistic, Neanderthalic, sexist prick!" she yelled passionately. "I can't believe that anybody could possibly be so completely ignorant! You act like feminism didn't even happen!"
"Takes one to know one," he muttered childlishly under his breath so she wouldn't hear before remarking more maturely. "Well I can't believe that anybody could be so completely without manners," he uttered pretentiously. "Were you raised by a bunch of primeape? All I did was try to help you and your poor, sweet, dying Pokemon and you just blew up in my face!"
"Only because you acted like some know-it-all pretentious jackass. Maybe if your manners had been a little more apparent I would have returned the favour," she replied in fake sweetness before adding snidely, "you nitwitted asswipe."
"That's very mature of you, little girl. But then I wouldn't expect anything less of a mere child."
"Like you can talk Mr. I-Have-Carrot-Up-My-Ass-And-I'm-Not-Afraid-To-Use-It," she said pointedly putting her hands on her waist and turning her nose up at him. "Remind me again who threw the Pokeball at my head"
"Who could blame me?" he replied cockily, his grin never leaving his face. "You were making so much noise back there that I thought I was about to catch some over-sized snorlax."
"Pfft!" she exclaimed angrily – BTW 'Pfft' is very much a real word. "Well, just so you know, you throw like a girl!"
"And you would know what a girl throws like seeing as you are such a little girly-girl, pink wearing, Barbie doll, FREAK!"
"Whatever. At least I'm not some pukey green wearing, action man wanna-be, G. I. Dork brain!" she yelled. "You know what, you have got to be the most pretentious, self-absorbed, arrogant, conceited, egotistical jackass I have ever met. Why can't you just leave me alone and go hit on somebody else? You . . . you mindless jackass! You, mankee butt licker . . . you marreep shagging hillbilly . . . you worthless ugly, stupid meowth flea . . ."
Syaoran shook his head and rolled his eyes as she paced animatedly back and forth coming up with random names. He decided to ignore her and simply hold his tongue while she was caught up in her little tirade and began to riffle through his backpack hanging on the bikes handlebars.
He smirked momentarily to himself as he found the item he was looking for and then bent down to take a better look a Kero who had been forgotten in the heated battle of insults. It was obvious the Pokemon was in need of some professional help even if its trainer was a little too dense to realise that, though she too was suffering from some sore looking scratches and bruises.
" . . . you shit eating, flea picking rodent . . . I mean, how dare you even suggest . .. you pigheaded, selfish, inconsiderate jerkoff . . ." Sakura rambled until she suddenly noticed Syaoran crouched down beside Kero. "And what the hell are you doing to my Pokemon you animal abusing coward?!"
"If you must know," he replied patronisingly, "I was trying to give your Pokemon a healing potion. At least that was until some self-centred, loud-mouthed bitch interrupted me."
"Oh," Sakura replied quietly suddenly feeling very embarrassed and very small. She bit her lip and looked away from Syaoran's piercing gaze as her cheeks flushed bright red.
"Now if you're done with calling me just about every name under the sun, do you mind letting me help?" he asked his eyes beautiful and imploring.
"No . . . I mean, ye . . ." she began feeling completely tongue tied. Somewhere between his pink comment and her bit about him being a pansey elf queen who liked to nance about the purple teletubbie fountain, he had reverted back to the boy she had seen when she had first opened her eyes and she was back to being some giggling little school girl around him.
"Go ahead," Sakura finally said biting her lip as she fidgeted with her Pokébelt.
Syaoran nodded curtly and began to feed Kero a small bottle of florecent blue liquid meant for healing the tiny golden Pokemon.
"Now we better get him to a Pokemon Centre before things get worse," Syaoran told her.
Sakura just nodded and watched Syaoran gently pick up Kero and place him gently in a basket located at the back of the bike. She followed as Syaoran began to lead them out of the forest, but not a word passed her lips despite the many things she longed to say.
Every now and then, the Magnemite that hovered along side him would buzz or hum or repeat its name in different patterns as it talked to Syaoran in their own secret language. Sometimes he would say some random phrase or word aloud almost as if they had been carrying on the main body of the conversation telepathically and she was only getting bits and pieces of it.
He would sigh, too. The simple matter was, that Magnemite was asking him questions that he didn't know the answers to; questions that he didn't want to know the answers to and all of them about the girl beside him.
"I don't know," he muttered exasperatedly as he took a subtle glance at Sakura from the corner of his eye. Magnemite noticed that too and was quick to question him on it, another question he couldn't have answered even if his life had depended on it.
Sakura took in a deep breath as they exited the forest. She took a few quick steps so that she was in front of him and stopped in his path so that she could have his full, undivided attention.
She had been silent the whole journey just trying to build up the courage for what she was about to do. She had been practicing the words in her head, just trying to make sense of them so that she wouldn't seem like some kind of gaping dork when she got round to saying them.
She wasn't even sure if she would be capable of speaking with his amber eyes looking at her like they were. She felt like she was going to freeze up and he'd never know how she felt.
"S-sy-Syaoran," she stuttered out feeling a little more brave afterwards now that she knew she could say his name. "I . . . I just wanted to say . . ."
Sakura trailed off. Something in the distance - beyond Syaoran and his honey brown dishevelled locks, his awe striking amber eyes and cocky smirk – had caught her attention.
She acted fast.
Without even bothering to finish her sentence, she grabbed the bike and jumped on riding away as fast as she could.
"SyaoranImsosorry,pleaseforgiveme," she yelled in one breath over her shoulder as she zoomed down towards the town she could see in the distance.
Magnemite muttered something condescending and Syaoran replied, "I know Magnum, but what else can I do? There's just something . . ."
Magnemite made a noise to show it's exasperation and waited for Syaoran's reply, but he was too busy watching her ride into the distance. And to think he didn't even know her name!
But there was definitely something, he wasn't sure what, but he felt this need that he didn't understand, and when the flock a of Spearrow swept past overhead he felt more scared for her than he had ever felt about anything in his entire life.
~ to be continued ~
On second thoughts I may just take ownership of those two lines there "Mr. I-Have-A-Carrot-Stuck-Up-My-Ass-And-I'm-Not-Afraid-To-Use-It" and "Why don't you just leave me alone and go hit on someone else?" which I think is an excellent way to put a stop to any argument. Actually that entier fight scene is gold. And I guess I also better apologise for giving those two such filthy dialogue. Also I suspect that Sakura may be a tad OOC but she is in a very stressful situation and I've always been a fan of those fics where Syaoran brings out the worst in Sakura in the start and then she breaks down his harsh exterior and the two are able to form an everlasting bond in spite of their differences in the beginning. Nobody writes them like that anymore.
Anyways, I won't say it . . . I'm just going to finish here and if you want to know what I was going to say head back to the top. If you like this, please read my other fics as they too are feeling neglected . . .
P.S. The chapter title is Tolken if anybody was wondering and I'm sure you're not but I just thought I should mention it . . .