Cupid's Day for Fools
Copyright © 2012 by Lisa Marie Mendoza
DefinitionOfLazy

Summary: There is something beautiful on Valentines Day, but Sakura Kinomoto and Syaoran Li just do not see it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Card captor Sakura. I do own this story. Like, since 2011 (this is a re-post)…this is already mine.

Sakura Kinomoto groans aloud as she went to her calendar and realized it was February the 14th. She grumbles, moodily slumping back to the cushion of her bed.

She has always wondered why people always make a fuss on this day. To her, this day is just pointless, with hearts and idiotic drawings of Cupid and with couples freely and publicly —insert of her gagging here. Gah, she thought, her lips forming a grim line. Just so ridiculous.

She will not mind if the world is cursing her right this moment for her bitterness. It's not like she's hurting a person with her dislike, right?

The phone rings right at that moment and with a sigh, Sakura pushes herself up and take hold of her phone on her bedside and swiftly places it on her ear. "Hello?"

"Sakura!" An overly-enthusiastic voice rings from the other side. Sakura knew, without a single doubt, who the caller is. It was none other than her best friend and closest cousin, Tomoyo Daidouji. "It's today!"

Sakura grimaced. She should've known this is what Tomoyo wanted to talk about so early in the morning.

"Yay," Sakura returned dully.

On the other side, Tomoyo laughed; not at all bothered at her friend's attitude. If you're friends with Sakura for a hefty of years, you'd get used with her pessimistic attitude on valentines.

"Sakura be excited for once!" Tomoyo pursued.

"I am," Sakura drawled lazily with a swift roll of her eyes. With her tone, no one would be convinced she is.

"You are going to the ball tonight," Tomoyo asked, "right?"

Now on her toes, Sakura is skipping down the stairs to go to the kitchen while talking to Tomoyo. "Oh you mean the ball that will be held tonight where everyone will attend in frilly dresses, tanned skinned, perfect hair with tall dates and secretly but not that obliviously showing envy with one another's dress and or date while saying "oh you look gorgeous!" when they really don't mean it? Yeah, pass."

Sakura raids her refrigerator for food while she clamps her phone with her shoulder and ears. She listens to Tomoyo whines.

"Oh come on Sakura! It's not all that bad! Besides, you have us!"

Of course this "us" Tomoyo was referring to is none other but their circle-of-friends—She, Sakura, Meilin, Rika, Chiharu and Naoko.

"Yes. You and their dates," Sakura grumbles more to herself, but Tomoyo heard it.

"Is that the problem? Because I can hook you up with—"

"I already said no to hook-ups," Sakura reminded with a grimaced on her lips and a sandwich on her hand. She took a bite with the loaf of bread and added, "Just no."

Tomoyo groans. "Is there any way of convincing you to go?"

Mouth full of sandwich, Sakura muffled, "absolutely nothing."

Sighing, Tomoyo took another approach. "What about your attendance?"

Took by surprise, Sakura felt like the wind knocked her out and she choked on her sandwich in result. She took a glass out, took out the water and gulped it all in one go. Which was ridiculous since she didn't even used the glass in hurry of preventing death.

"What attendance!?" She burst when everything was dislodged.

Tomoyo smirked triumphantly. She should've known. The only thing that matters for Sakura is education and family. If she was in love with the art of fashion, Sakura is totally obsessed with Science and school.

"This is a school ball, remember?" Tomoyo enlightened. "Of course checking of attendance is already as mundane."

Sakura was torn. Now, this isn't only a matter of attending a stupid party—this was a school-matter. If she didn't attend, the attendance record she lives to perfect will be ruined.

Feeling beaten for some reason, Sakura sighed, "Alright. I'll go."

Bubbling with excitement, Tomoyo squealed. "Yes! You don't even have to worry about your dress; I already prepared one for you! I'm going there!"

Shaking her head, Sakura hang up after saying a short goodbye. The dress, at least, is now the least of her problem. There's also so much needed to be done.

Like for example:

Why can't I not be single?

.xx.
Syaoran Li groan aloud as he stared at his phone.

Multiple texts and missed calls occupy its memory. Deleting everything in one go, he frowned when he realized he's receiving more than usual.

Then his face darkened. Oh hell no, he swore as he checked the calendar. It is. It's V-day.

Rubbing his face with his hands, he swore more and more.

Syaoran's life is never peachy. Being heir to one of the most powerful clan of all Asia, bestowed with god-like looks and an intelligent brain, an absolute charmer if he wanted to. Then there was that little fact that he's single since ever; he is the wanted by most women (and some men).

It would've been an ideal life for any male, but the thing is, Syaoran hates this lifestyle. He feels uncomfortable around girls and tired of rejecting. Can't people just see he's not interested?

To make matters worse, he's required to attend a ball at school. Feeling really tired, he decided he is not going to it. No harm done, right?

That is, until his mother barged inside his room grinning widely. "I heard from Eriol that there's a dance at your school—" Her smile drops as she surveys her son's appearance. "—and why aren't you dressed yet? This dance starts in two hours!"

He cursed Eriol, his bastard-of-a-cousin, for mentioning the ball to his mom.

The thing is he's slightly intimidated by his mother. Her strictness can do that to anyone.

"I'm not going…" he trailed off silently, begging inside his head that his mom will just drop it.

Her mother frowned at him. "And why is that? You are a Li. You must show punctuality and discipline to your school Xio-lang," She reprimanded using his Chinese name. "Go change right now," she ordered.

Hanging his head down in defeat, he sighed deeply.

Guess I'll just have to endure it.

.xx.

Sakura's dress is beyond lovely.

The floral tube pink dress extends in pleated skirt ending just above her knees. It hugs her top curves and the skirt flows freely as she walks, making her look comfortable as much as it gives out that feminine vibe out of her. And with those black killer heels it's a perfect.

Sakura as she examined herself in the mirror. But being the humble girl she is, she only smiled timidly.

Maybe tonight isn't going to be bad?

.xx.

Syaoran sighed with boredom as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a tux. You know an ordinary-nothing-special black tux. He didn't bother doing anything with his brown locks of a beast, since he knew right from the start he would lose epically.

Grabbing his keys and something else from the counter, he left his home and got inside his car.

.xxx.

At the Ball:

The ball is definitely what Sakura would have thought it in her worst case scenario would be like.

The blaring deafening music boomed all across the room. The decorations were like that one that Cupid has puked on. Heart shaped balloons, red streamers, and glitters were flying everywhere. The couples were literally glued onto each other. It made her want to puke herself.

Seeing their friends, Sakura and Tomoyo rushed over there. Sakura was poured with compliments about how "fabulous!" she looks before she will dismiss it, telling them if it weren't for Tomoyo she'd be a train-wreck as of now.

"To all of those couples out there, please come in the dance floor. We have something for all of you" the DJ said in a forced voiced.

Smiling forcibly, Sakura rushed all of her friends and their dates to dance. All of them felt bad for leaving her, but Sakura kept on insisting and reluctantly they left.

The DJ took out a big CD and played it. Suddenly Love Story by Taylor Swift started playing.

They all went up the dance floor and danced.

Sakura sighed. This was exactly why I hate Valentines.


Sakura stops in front of the food buffet and felt her mouth water. She doesn't care if the food was for Valentines—the day she hates. She didn't care if she was all alone here or the additional calories that may come across her diet.

She was surrounded by food.

What more could I asked for?

.xx.

Arriving late, Syaoran snorted silently. Most people were already on the dance floor pressed together. It made him questioned if they can even breathe. Not that he cared. A song was playing though he didn't really know the title. Again, he really didn't care.

He makes his way towards the food table. Might as well eat, he tell himself.

BTW, INSTEAD OF MAKING THIS A ONE-SHOT (AS IT WAS ORIGINALLY), I BROKE THIS STORY INTO TWO. :)

Next update will be on the end of the week. I planned on posting it on Feb. 14, but naaah. too long. xD

...removed the lyrics. Thank you Hito me Bore for pointing out that it's not ideal to put lyrics here. xDDD