Hello! I'm Pockie! :D Yes, yes nice to meet you.

I don't normally write stories, so please review! Give me tips and advice or if you just wanna comment on amazingly awesome it is or how much it sucks (though i hope you don't actually think that :c that would make me very sad.) PLEASE DO! :D all reviews are wanted and needed to make me feel wanted and needed.

First story I might actually continue because I lost my inspiration for the other one i tried to make haha.

Anyways! On to the real deal!

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"Haruka… I love you. I made a mistake; I should have trusted you. I'm sorry! Please come back into my arms!" a tall handsome man pleaded, grabbing the shoulders of a petite beautiful girl.

"Oh, Arashi, of course I forgive you! I love you too much not to. Never leave me again!" the girl cried, launching herself into the arms of her lover, sobbing.

"Gross… Sakura, how can you stand these movies? They're so damn cheesy and so damn fake," came a whisper in her ear.

"What is that supposed to mean, Syao? Chick flicks are so much better than those horror zombie movies you like to watch," Sakura whispered back.

"Well… this could never happen in real life!"

"Neither could a zombie attack, stupid."

"Touché."


"Just so you know, I'm definitely picking the next movie we watch, Kinomoto," Syaoran said, playfully glaring at his best friend.

He couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked today, with her auburn hair let down and emerald eyes sparkling. She never wore makeup – she always kept an air of naturalness around her, always refreshing to have in his busy dull life.

"Fine! But I get to choose where we eat, Li!" She grinned. As they walked towards home, she glanced at Syaoran from the corner of her eye. She studied his facial structure, his long eyelashes, his unruly chestnut hair, and his chocolate colored eyes. She noticed his stoic expression and couldn't help but admire how he could endure so much pressure, yet not crack. But that's why I love him so much.

Yes, Kinomoto Sakura loves Li Syaoran.

Sadly, he doesn't know this, and most likely never will. He was the heir to the Li Clan, the most prestigious family in Hong Kong. They could never be together.

Plus, Syaoran had a reputation. A bad one.

At school, he was known as a naughty playboy. After all, most girls were after him for his good looks, charms, and money. He had followers, both in and outside of school. It was no problem finding a girl willing to do anything for him. Herself included, of course.

Despite this, however, he was very kindhearted towards Sakura. He had the ability to make her feel so special and never failed to put a smile on her face.

But Syaoran kept her at a distance. He promised to himself he would never sully Sakura, for she was innocent and pure, and he was tainted. But did he love her?

Who knows.


Screams all around him. Pain filling to his inner soul. Eardrums hurting as hell.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Silence. He sighed. Fan girls. He heard a giggle by his side. Glancing at the girl, he raised a brow.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Prince Li, I forgot to bow down to your almightiness." Sarcasm. How she loved to tease him, watching him turn red and pretend to glare at her.

"Ha ha… you're so funny." He ruffled her hair.

The teacher entered the room, looking very unsure of himself. Everyone rised and bowed to him. "Good morning, everyone, go ahead and sit down."

He took a glance around the room and landed his eyes on Syaoran. "Li… the principle needs to see you."

Everyone's eyes were on him. "Hai."


Syaoran never returned to class. Or the next day. Or the rest of the week.

Sakura was worried sick. He didn't reply her texts or calls. She figured he needed space, but after a week had passed and there still was no sign of him, she decided to pay him a visit.

Her finger hovered over the doorbell. Maybe he's sick? I need to go bu—

The door opened and she came face-to-face with the boy she cared for.

She stared at him in surprise, but he coldly glared at him. She felt frozen to the core, for he had never glared at her like this before. Something's wrong. Very wrong.

"What do you want Kinomoto?"

She wondered if she did something wrong.

Reaching out to caress his face, Sakura whispered, "Syaoran? Syaoran, are you -"

Slap!

He smacked her hand away and resumed to stare hard at her. "I said, what do you want?" he yelled at her.

She felt hurt. Tears threatened to fall.

"I'm sorry! I don't know if maybe I did something that hurt you, but I'm sorry if I did!" A tear fell.

He continued to stare, but his glare had softened. Only a bit.

After a moment of complete silence, he finally said something to her.

"My father's dead."


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Also, is this story confusing? Because there were some moments where I had to stop and think about what I just wrote because it didn't make sense to me. Hehe.

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