Theme One: Rain
Syaoran Li was violent.
That's something everyone knew.
Everyone was so afraid of talking to him. Afraid of that cold gaze he always carried.
When he wasn't fighting he was smoking.
He barely came to class.
He never talked.
He never smiled unless it was his typical cold smirk he wore when he won a fight.
Teachers scolded him, his parents gave up on him and his cousin, Eriol, stopped trying to get him back to normal.
What happened to Syaoran to make him like this?
Nothing. That was the problem.
He was waiting for someone to wake him up from this insanity.
Someone that wouldn't give up on him.
Someone that would accept all his flaws.
Someone that made him want to smile again.
Someone that would always be there.
Just for him.
He stood in the alley alone waiting for that guy that challenged him. Syaoran held a cigarette between his two fingers. He hears footsteps approaching and pulled it away form his lips and put it out with his heel.
His frown turned into a smirk.
Thunder could be hears from the sky.
Syaoran was usually confident in fights. That was what helped him win. This time everything was different. He was beginning to break. His force would weaken in moment and his blocking would become slower. He was already taking too many hits from his enemy. He became frustrated and a growl ripped through his throat.
After what seemed like an eternity he delivered the final blow, crumpling his opponent to the ground. They left leaving Syaoran alone in the alley once again only this time he was bloody and bruised. H walked a few steps and his his legs gave in he lowered himself against a concrete wall and watched the rain fall from above.
She walked at a slow pace despite the rain. In fact, She loved the rain. Her umbrella stopped the water from reaching her.
She knew the groceries she carried would be damaged if she continued walking slow, so she turned at the nearest shortcut through an empty alley. Her footsteps echoed softly. She approached a pile of what she thought were wet clothes. As she got closer she realized it wasn't just a pile of garbage it was boy.
A bloody beat up boy. She jogged towards him and crouched down on her knees in front of him lowering her umbrella so he wouldn't get wetter.
He lifted his head and saw a pair of wide sparkling-emerald eyes.
He eyebrows furrowed into a worried expression.
"Are you alright?" she asked in a soft voice.
He coughed harshly "yeah..."
She frowned "No you're not! How can you say that!?"
She pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, he tried to pull away but the pain made him stay still.
"Get away, stupid girl" he spoke coldly.
"Please...let me me help you.." She held out her hand. He turned away.
"Why?" He asked.
"You need saving, right?" She smiled widely.
His eyes widened.
"What a stubborn girl" He thought.
He took her hand.
She put her arm around his waist and helped him get put his arm her shoulder and put most of his weight on her.
"Aren't I heavy?" He asked quietly. She simply shook her head.
"My name's Sakura, by the way"
He smiled "I'm Syaoran"
He finally realized after being bandaged by her in he bathroom.
He didn't have to wait anymore.
He didn't have to drown in his insanity.
All because some brave girl went up to him with a pink umbrella and saved him.