To Remain Undefeated
Summary: A feisty and stubborn tomboy is forced to change just to please others. But when she grows sick of it and changes back. Now, people are willing to do ANYTHING just for her to change back, but she is not going down without a fight.
Disclaimer: I do now own CCS, but my Top-Secret-Plan is soon to come in action! Bwuhahaha!
Chapter 1
Grounded
Fun. Popularity. Wealth. The Kinomoto family revolutionize around these three. Why? Just because they want to come out on the top from having elders that are snot-nosed, droopy-eyed, and limp to successful, intelligent, and untouchable individuals. Cheeky, eh? And since they want to keep it that way, the elders decided to transform the innocent, pure newborn babies that have barely gotten out of their mother's womb to be conceited, and to know they are above others. And sadly enough, women were BORN to act like that. It was passed down in the family.
And these, my fellow readers, are just some of the few rules, which are passed down from generation to generation, from parent to child, 'til death do us part.
Rules, rules rules! Blah, blah, blah, blah. Did I forget to mention 'blah'?
Rule number 1520 and so on: blah, blah, blah-Ah, here we are! Daughters are to act like graceful, sweet human beings who know AND act like they're above everyone and everything else. Yes, even GOD can't do anything about this. To the Kinomotos, he is nothing but a fly. And so vwoop, down we go to-
Rule number 1632 and a whopping more to go: The daughters and the sons of the Kinomotos must marry before the age of 21 or else they can all say "buh-bye" to their riches. They must find a potential and suitable husband/wife, and they MUST acquire:
a) riches…otherwise, where does all the money come from and go to?
b) BEAUTIFUL…heck, they can even have plastic surgery, as long as he/she looks suitable enough to reproduce a good-looking child, and then they're ok with the elders. Vain, eh? AND-
c) The soon-to-be spouse will only be a spouse IF he/she says yes or merely proposes to you.
And with that, one Kinomoto merely raises a brow, scoffs at such ridiculous rules, and takes a red pen out.
Let the games begin.
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"Sakura Kinomoto!" A voice screeched. Her vociferate practically echoed through the whole estate to an innocent girl's 18 year old ear.
This poor ear vibrated reverberate with a painful ringing, causing her to wince. Slowly getting up from her comfy chair in the corner of her grimy and blowzy room, she headed towards her mother who, needless to say, looked very pissed. I mean, doesn't it look obvious?
She had her arms drawn-out in the middle of her desk and she was glaring at her young daughter. Who does that to her own daughter? Only a devil with a daughter. She sneered at the comment. True.
The girl, not phased by her mother's antagonizing demeanor, leaned against the door frame and shared the same expression; just a bored one.
"You hollered?" This blunt reply completely enraged her mother. Her body was shaking, waiting for the right time to outburst.
Each pair of emerald-jade eyes bore into one another's. The middle-aged mother, who thought there was no perfect time than now, simply uplifted a wad or paper that she crumpled in her hand. She threw it at her daughter, hitting her smack in the forehead that pursed her lips together and rubbed her head. I swear there must be a rock in there…or maybe because there are more than 5 sheets of paper in there.
"Do you know what that is?! That is the history of heritage, our blood lines, and our elders. That is where your history and every other Kinomoto living in this household will write down their past! Do you have no shame?! No respect?! I only asked for you to read it, review it, and instead, you simply crumpled it and-and turned it into a paper ball full of your marks!"
No reply.
"Sakura Kinomoto! What do you have to say for yourself?"
Sakura bent down and courteously picked up the "rock" ball. She threw it around, not looking at her mother. Do you have no shame?! No respect?! Her eyes closed shut tightly, her fist shaking with anger seeping through her veins. She glared at her mother. Do you have no shame? No respect? This echoed through her head.
She has learned, elder to elder, to have self-respect and to not show any weaknesses. She was to show no shame in anything she has done because everyone/thing around her is below her. Under her. A mole.
Sakura Kinomoto had respect for herself until she turned 14 and had to learn the horrible truth that Kinomoto women either had a choice, i.e. be a whore, be a slave, or be both. Either way, she would still have to belong to a man. This outraged her. Respect my ass. She huffed and stomped over to her mother.
"No shame?! No respect?!" She repeated. "You say I have no respect, no shame?! Why do you ask me this, oh mother, when this [uphold paper ball reveals that Kinomoto women are to do nothing but to act snobby, cruel, and to please men?! You expect me to follow you?! You're acting like what this document says for you to do! I, for one, am tired of being forced to act like it. I don't want to be a whore. I defy to act like YOU!"
Anger. Embarrassment. Never in her life, has Nadeshiko Kinomoto been offended and spoken to like that. Her daughter's lingual declaration left her dumbstruck. Yes, she was sentimental, but that doesn't mean she wasn't to speak out her mind.
Sakura's eyes glistened with integrity, anger, rage, and…relief? Her jaw was tightened; face straight; body darted to take action if necessary.
And what to say to a rebellious, stubborn 19 year old? Well, Nadeshiko may have been a bit proud of her daughter's forward alacrity [but no, she would never admit that. She, herself, has too much pride and ego. but she did cross the line. She had to take drastic measures of what every parent will do to every adolescent. No, not juvie. Sakura is a juvenile delinquent, but she wouldn't go that far.
And since she is a mother, she suddenly lifted her lips to a smug smile. And this is where everything went slow motion. Where everything seemed to slow down like in those action movies 'Blade' and 'Mission Impossible', where everyone's voice just suddenly turns deep and hard to understand. This, however, was clear to the rebellious youngster's ears.
"Yoooooooouuuuuuuu'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeee gggggggrrrrrooooouuuuuuuunnndddeeeeeeddddddddd." [You're grounded.
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I just kept staring at the ceiling. For once in my life, I'm confused to the fact and am still trying to interpret my mother's crazy antics. Just what is up to that middle-aged coot? I stared around at my now empty room. No music. No video games. No nothing. I cannot believe it. My voice was adamant, I had nothing so say. I was dumbstruck. My mother finally acted like a mother. A very mean mother, but a mother nonetheless.
And despite the fact that I have to suffer through this whole ordeal, I just want to say that I'm really proud of her. I really am. I can't believe that she-she…Well, the only bad thing about this whole ordeal is that I have to meet later with the elders. Oh joy. I smugly grinned. Killer joy.
What's next? A man will break through my window and-
"BOO!"
I shrieked. By instinct I lifted my foot to kick the man with my Nike Air Jordan. "Hyaahh!" I was aiming towards his nuts. Hopefully, after my attack, he won't be able to rape me and make me reproduce a hundred of his tiny little-
My foot was caught by a large hand, which in returned, body slammed on top of poor, frail, me. My whole freaking body ached. And, may I add, he was a large man. And HEAVY!
TwitchTwitchTwitch.
I then realized what he was doing: HE WAS TRYING TO HUG ME! HOLY SH-THIS GUY IS TRYING TO MOLEST ME!
"Argh! Get off me you smelly-ass motherfu-"
I opened my eyes to glare at the man, but it was struck mid-air when I met amber eyes. I gasped, and hugged the man who I antecedently thought was my killer/rapist/robber earlier.
"Hey Sakura! How's it going?!"
"Syaoran! You're back!"
Hm. I guess he doesn't have to know what I thought about him earlier. No harm done, right?
He chuckled, getting off of me, finally acknowledging that fact that he was almost twice as heavy as me. "Well, obviously." He rolled his eyes.
I smacked him on the arm playfully. Gee, what a great welcome from him. It's always expected. Notice my great sarcasm?
"Did you have to come through the window? I mean, there is something called a door you know. All you have to do is either knock or doorbell." He snorted.
"Yeah, well, when I did knock on the door, all I heard was some noise and decided that I didn't want to be caught in mid-fire range. I mean, I got in there before, and I don't want to go there again." He looked around. "By the way, why is your room so empty? I expected a mountain of dirty clothes around your closet and video games around the television, and a radio blasting rap songs that'll break your ear drums and-"he babbled on and on. I, of course, grew tired, and kissed him to shut him up.
He kissed back, biting my lips so he can play with my tongue. I can tell he missed me just as much as I missed him. Cheeky bastard.
Finally breaking the kiss, he grinned and panted for breath.
"I'm grounded." I murmured, answering back to the question he asked earlier. His eyes and head snapped toward my direction.
"What?" he croaked. This was the first time he ever heard me say that. Usually, my punishment would include a five-hour training session and chastisement from the elders. "How? You're brother?"
"No. My mother." I snorted. "I don't know why she did it. I'm innocent!" [Insert Li's blank look "Ok, maybe I did do something. But it wasn't entirely my fault!" [Insert Li's arched eyebrow "Fine, it was my entire fault."
Syaoran smirked. He always knew how to break me down. "I heard from Tomoyo that you have another girly-up session with the infamous Michael. Her hero?" He sneered. "You do know that whoever she idolizes is pure evil?"
I whistled low. "Yeah, I know. I have to meet him tomorrow for eating lessons."
"Eh? There's a proper way that ladies have to eat?"
I wistfully sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Fatty says that it'll help with my bad posture." I stood up and headed for my closet, my back facing Li. "I also have a date in an hour, so-"I flicked my wrist as a sign for him to get out.
He stayed put.
I flicked my wrist harder.
Nope. Nothing. Nada.
Damn it! He is just too damn stubborn!
I flicked him off with my finger this time. "Get out! I need to dress up you perverted basta-"
"You have a date? As in, a 'date-with-another-man-where-you-act-like-a-couple' date?" He inquired, crossing his arms.
I flinched. Oooh. Yeah, I'm in trouble now. I forgot that he gets INCREDIBLY jealous when he sees me with another man. Heck, the whole reason why he suddenly up and disappeared was because he beat the hellout of a foreign exchange student who was just asking directions to his first period class room. HE WAS JUST ASKING DIRECTIONS! DIRECTIONS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
It's not my fault that he got suspended because of me…right? Even after we both apologized [Syaoran, reluctantly to the ambassador's son, he was suspended from school for 1 month and was grounded for two. I, for one, never acted like that in my entire life. I'm more evolved. And when I told Li that I wouldn't get jealous, he just stared at me like some freak.
"You've never been jealous? Not even when I glance at other girls, or help them with their books even though they purposely dropped them, or-"
"Noooooo. I never got jealous in my entire life." I lifted my nose at him. "I'm more evolved." I declared.
"Oh ho ho! More 'evolved', eh?"
And thus the jealous game began. Everyday, Syaoran Li would completely comply with any girl who launched herself on him. I, of course, would simply ignore them. Evolved, right? Please tell me I'm acting like it.
A week later, I saw Syaoran with a WHORE. A WHORE. HAS HE STOOPED ANY LOWER, AND I WOULD'VE KILLED HIM! They immediately began flirting, and then the WHORE looped her arms around his poor neck and BAM! Instant kiss.
I ignored him for a whole month.
I got jealous. When he finally cornered me and we talked for the first time in weeks, I confronted him and blabbed out EVERYTHING. All he said was "I told you so." And we patched things up there. Ever since then, I've been trying to make him jealous 24/7. Of course, I NEVER try to make it obvious.
I snapped out of my stupid when I noticed Li was seething…right in front of me.
Panic-mode activated.
"Who is this guy? And what exactly is he thinking of going out with my girl friend?" Wow. Possessive-mode. Damn, he is just SO. DAMN. SEXY. What? You can't blame a girl when her guy suddenly turns possessive! It's natural.
"Syao, chill. I got it all under control; you don't need to supervise me when I'm on the date. I can get rid of him myself." I grinned, I know he was taking every word I said and turned it to the complete opposite. More like Syaoran help me! I can't stand this guy! Watch over me to make sure he doesn't rape me or-
You get the point? Syaoran was ready to blow. But I decided to add one teensy-weensy bit more: "Just like I did to the other guys." Yeah, you can put the blame on me there. I can already see his eyes turning onyx. Ooooh. Somebody's mad.
"Now, if you excuse me-"I took the outfit I was going to wear and my Nike limited edition Baseball cap. "I am going to dress up." I walked over to the bathroom and slammed the door shut on his face before he can enter and ask me any more questions.
I can tell there was going to be hell. But even though my mother didn't want me to cuss, I needed to say this in slow-motion, so put it in right now:
Ssshhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt.
I may be going crazy, but I ain't the only one who's going to be crazy tonight.
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Author's Note: Wow…I did it. I actually got this one out! Yay! Now, attack my evil bunnies! Attack! Please R&R!