Okaaay! This is my first fanfic, so please don't be too mean. ; After you read this, please send me reviews to tell me what to do better XD I do accept flames, but please don't make them too mean. As I said at first, this is my first fanfic and I'm still new at this whole thing .

Description- Sakura, a new and rising singer. Syaoran, just your regular rich bachelor. But, when they meet at her concert, she immediately hates him. Cuz, you see, he's her high school bully... SxS, ExT.

This is a Card Captor Sakura fanfic. I do NOT own any of these characters... CLAMP does. I also don't own any of the songs in this fanfic. Disclaimers will be given at the end of every song X3

Well, here we go...

Chapter 1

Sakura sighed and stared out the window, looking at the beautiful view of Tokyo, as her manager and best friend started on about her newest single. "Well, I talk to the people at the record company and they think you should do another concert to promote it. Apparently sales are higher than any of your other songs!!" Tomoyo gave a small victory hop. Sakura smiled at the girl's happiness. But her smile was cut short when she noticed that all- too- familiar grin that had spread across her face. "Tomoyo? What's so..." she stopped. Oh no... I know that face. Tomoyo's smile widened. "Oh Sakuraaa! You know what comes next, riiight?" Sakura put her head down and spoke in defeat. "Haaai..." She knew better than to fight with Tomoyo about her wardrobe. The girl was too scary for Sakura's taste. Tomoyo gave her a delighted smile. "There's no time to waste!! Let's go!!" And with that, the poor girl was dragged out of the room.

"Owww!! Do you have to poke me so much?! It hurts!" Sakura squirmed again when the small straight pin poked her small waste.

Tomoyo huffed. "Beauty is pain! Deal with it." And with that, she bent back down and went back to work. Two hours and twelve pokes later, the young clothes designer stepped back to examine her work. Her current creation was a shiny, short leather jumper that clung to Sakura's fit body. It was solid black and the neckline came down a little too low for Sakura's comfort. The bottom of the jumper consisted up shorts that came way too close to her butt, at least in her mind. (Think the shorts jumper at the beginning of Rihanna's Umbrella video. That, by the way is the song I'm using. X3) But none of this seemed to bother Tomoyo. She just looked at the outfit with pride. "You look so cute!!" Sakura looked in the mirror. As much as she disliked the shortness and lowness, it DID look awesome, as all of Tomoyo's creations did.

She turned around to face her best friend. "So, when exactly is this concert." Tomoyo looked down at her hands and mumbled an answer. Sakura's eyes narrowed. "What did you say?" Tomoyo looked up at her and winced.



"Tomorrow."

"WHAT?!"

Across the city, a young man with light brown hair and amber eyes paced around his own apartment, waiting for his cousin to show up.

When he finally heard the doorbell ring he walked calmly over to the door and opened the door, revealing another young man with dark blue hair and grey-blue eyes.

"You're late."

Eriol shrugged and spoke in a cool voice. "Only by thirty seconds, my cute little descendant." Syaoran growled and gave the boy a glare. "Don't call me that!" Once he regained his composure, he walked over to his desk and started searching for something. "You know how we're always looking for something to do on the weekends? I found us something to do this weekend." He gave a small chuckle of victory and held up two tickets. Eriol walked over and took one of them curiously. His eyes widened as he realized what they were. "How did you get these?! All of her concerts are usually sold out in less than a day!" Syaoran just gave a small grunt, "I pulled some strings." The other boy gave a sigh and moved on in the conversation, "So, where are our seats?" He glanced down at the ticket and stared at it. "Second row?! Geez! You sure did pull some pretty big strings!"

Syaoran gave the boy a smile and nodded. "But, of course. Would you expect anything less from a Li?" Eriol rolled his eyes, "No."

Several hours later, Eriol left and Syaoran flopped down on his bed. Her concerts were supposed to be pretty fun, but he had doubts. She had the looks and the voice, but he doubted that she sounded as good in person. Whatever, we'll see tomorrow.

A/N: sigh Okay. So, this is my first fanfic. It probably sucks royally, but I'll try to make it presentable. XD The next chappie will be up in a few days or less. Please R&R!! I DO accept flames, but please don't send forest fires. .