Hi! This story idea has been floating in my head for quite a while and so I decided to get it down. This is my first shot at a full length story; well it's not a one-shot, something I've been doing.
Hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1: 3 Years

It all happened so fast.
An ear-splitting scream echoed in the house. . .
Blood covered the ground . . .
A familiar voice, frantically telling me to run.
But I couldn't.
I stood there, my breathing filled the silence.
The voice started again; "Run! You have to run!"
The voice jolted me back to my senses.
I backed up against the wall and looked for possible ways to escape, the creature slowly reached for me. My eyes shut in fear as it grabbed me, its ice-cold death grip cut off the circulation in my arm.

I screamed, struggled, tried to make some sort of attempt to get away. But as I stared into the creature's metallic silver eyes, all my fears became forgotten; my struggling stopped, my voice quietened down. The voice in the background started to fade away.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm safe",I assured myself in my head as darkness filled my vision.

"-kura! Sakura!" Someone whispered, nudging my arm.
Groggily, I sat up and opened my eyes, my vision slowly adjusting to the sudden brightness of the room. The glare of my math teacher the first thing I see.

I gulped.

"C-could you repeat the question?" I asked nervously, noticing how his frown deepens by the second. I risk a sideways glance at Tomoyo, her expression apologetic; I glance back at the teacher. Preparing to repeat the question; more like yell it at me, I thought, he started speaking.

"Well, miss Kinomoto, I sure hope it wasn't because of me that you fell asleep."
Whoops. Actually it was, I admit in my head. Maths seemed to go on forever, so I chose to look out the window instead. The red roses just outside looked more appealing than staring at my middle-aged math teacher. The roses seemed to trigger something in my head. They were just so vibrant; so red, just like blo-
"Now," the nasal voice of my teacher broke me out of my thoughts.

He must have a cold or maybe his voice is just naturally like that. . .

"Could you please show the class how to-"
The rest of his words were drowned out by the bell, signaling the end of last period.
Thank God! Saved by the bell.
I quickly stuff everything into my bag, hoping to get out before I'm noticed. I breath a quick "See you at lockers," to Tomoyo as I see the teacher head my way. I squeeze pass the other students as footsteps start to approach me.

Where is she? Tomoyo never takes this long.

I practically sprinted to my locker just to get away from Mr. Arithmat. Even his name sounds mathematical, which suits him being a math teacher and all.
I sigh as I lean on my locker, overhearing a couples' conversation a few lockers away.
"-can't go tonight, 'cause you have work?" the girl asks, brushing her side fringe away from her face, attempting to hide her disappointment. She grabs hold of his hand and intertwines her fingers with his.
"Yeah, I'm so sorry Mika," the guy; well her boyfriend I'm guessing, replies, her disappointment completely oblivious to him.
He continues, "My shift starts in half an hour, so I can't take you home."
Straight after those words leave his mouth, it happens.

The guy is suddenly engulfed by darkness for a second, and the truth is revealed in my head:
"God, she has to let go of my hand. Gotta meet Hanna in half an hour, she'll be pissed off if I'm late."
I blink then he's back to normal. No darkness. Nothing.
Mika, the girl, reluctantly let go of his hand and sighs.
"Okay then, I'll see you on Sunday."
The guy gives her a quick peck on the lips, "Yeah, see ya," he says sadly as he begins to walk away.

I scoff inwardly, he actually almost looked sad. Almost.
What a two-timer, I thought, seeing a smirk paste itself on his face as he walks away from her.
"Jerk," I murmur quietly when he walks by me.
"What was that now?" I turn around, a pair of amethysts look into my eyes.
"Nothing," I shake my head; I was too absorbed by the couple to notice that Tomoyo had finally come, "What took you so long?"
Alarmed by my question; she quickly looks down, pretending to look at her watch for the time. Suspicious, I narrow my eyes.
"I had to uh, ask my music teacher something for a report I uh, have to do."
Darkness embraces her figure;

"I can't tell her that Eriol just asked me out, I just can't. . . I don't know why she hates guys so much."

I blink a couple of times in surprise, slightly taken aback. She thinks I hate guys? Well, I'm gonna have to admit that most of the male species are cheating bastards, with only like 0.00001% of them actually decent. Wait, that's over exaggerating quite a bit, but you get what I'm saying.

I search my head, trying to remember what he looked like.
Hmm, Eriol . . .ah, I remember now.
I remember seeing him a few times, I think we have P.E and another class, I don't quite know which, together. Eriol Hiiragizawa had midnight blue hair with matching eyes, wore glasses; which made him look like a nerd or geek, but he was far from it.

Tomoyo had kept on squealing whenever "Number 3"; the basketball player, had shot in a ball, which had happened like five times already. I rolled my eyes; I wasn't even paying attention to the game, I don't even know which one "Number 3" was. I sighed, trying to read a magazine. I should've known it was a failed attempt since everyone was screaming so loud.

I switched to playing games on my phone instead; trying to remember what had made me come along with Tomoyo in the first place. After what seemed like a year, the game finally finished.
"Hey, have you seen the lens cover of my video camera?" Tomoyo asked, she had been filming the game; more like filming her beloved Number 3.
I shook my head, fully concentrating on my game.
"Excuse me, is this yours?" a male voice asked. I heard Tomoyo gasp slightly, which made me look up.
A guy, with midnight blue eyes; behind his glasses, and matching hair colour, offered the missing lens cover to Tomoyo. Printed on his basketball uniform was the number 3.

So that's him, I thought waiting for Tomoyo to react. When she did nothing, I nudged her subtly.
"Oh um, yeah it is. Thanks." She took the object from him quickly, failing to hide the pink tint forming on her face.
To save her I spoke; "That was a great game today. Let's go, Tomoyo."
Tomoyo nodded and rushed ahead, no doubt embarrassed by her reaction.

"Is she okay? Her face looked like it was heating up," a look of concern evident on his face.
"Yeah, she's fine. She was just so hyped up about the game."

More like hyped up about seeing you play, I mentally corrected myself.
With that, I followed after Tomoyo, moments later finding out his name: Eriol.

He was a basketball star.

"Eriol asked you out." I state.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Well, you're blushing right now; which you only do when he talks to you and also I'm psychic." I dodge the light playful slap Tomoyo was about to give me for the last reason.
"Why didn't you just tell me? I'm fine with you seeing him." I said genuinely, I actually mean it. On the few times I've seen him, he has never done anything wrong, or lied; I would know.
In other words; Eriol's part of the 0.00001%.

Tomoyo suddenly glomps me.
"Thank you, I always thought you just hated guys." She confessed.
I pat her back, and for a second I thought I saw blood stain my hands. I abruptly clutch my head, the dream I'd rather forget, flashes through my eyes.
"You okay?" Tomoyo watches me with worried eyes.
I nod slightly, hearing the ring of her cell phone.
"It's mom," she says quickly, a dark curtain conceals her;
"It's Eriol! What should I do? Sakura looks like she has a headache; I better not answer it and help her instead."
"Answer it, Tomoyo. I'm fine," I smile in her direction. Grateful, Tomoyo nods and answers it, walking ahead towards her car. I follow her at a distance to give her privacy.

I'm used to seeing them now; the darkness. I'm used to seeing how easily it comes to people whenever they lie. I'm used to hearing the truth pass through my head.
It's been three years since I've been able to see lies.
Three years since the accident.
Three years since I last saw Syaoran.

Well. . . ? What do you think?
Was it good? Was it bad?

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If you guys think it's bad, then I think I'll probably discontinue it :/

I just want to thank all of you who have taken your time to read this :D

AkumaAngel