Disclaimer: -twitches- Do you honestly think that I, a girl that lives with her family and currently typing this in her basement, owns Card Captor Sakura? -snorts- I think not simpleton. Therefore, I do not own the anime 'Card Captor Sakura' or any of it's character that I may mention in this fanfiction. All I rightfully own, is the plot itself.

Author's Note: Well. . . Here I am. My first Card Captor Sakura (CCS for short). I know I should be writing the next chapter to my other story but I'm really stuck there so I'll just type this up for now, but I will not delete that story. But I do hope that some of you are CCS fans. I used to be, but not much as 'InuYasha', but hey. It's good to try new things out, right? For further more question, feel free to email me, or ask me a question in a review. -smiles- Enjoy!

And here. . .for the first time ever. . .angeLah (or) Freakish A. theaters presents. . .

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Stuck With You

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She stared blankly before her face turned flat, exhaling a rather large sigh. "Look Syaoran, I really don't want to be doing this either-"

"Then don't!" He interjected with a deep frown on his face as he leaned against the locker besides Sakura's, arms crossed over his broad chest. Sakura rolled her eyes as she took out the books she needed for homework and stuffed them in her oversized back pack. 'Honestly,' she thought to herself inwardly with a snort. 'Stupid bad ass boys who think they're all that. . .' She mentally cursed their existence and forced a sugary, sweet smile on her face.

"Do you think I have a choice?" She asked through clenched teeth and slammed her locker closed and, with a satisfied smile on her face, made Syaoran jump slightly from the noise. She began to walk towards the school exit, and she noticed (with a defeated sigh), footsteps following her form. He fell in the same pace as her and pinned her down with a glare.

"I know that there's something that you're not telling me," He stated defiantly, too determined to back down. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes and furrowed his eyebrow when he didn't get a reply from her. An evil smirk came to his lips, "So there is, isn't there, huh." He prompted. "And you're not telling me because-"

WHACK!

"Will you just SHUT UP!" She cried out as she knocked him over with her back pack once again and tried to suppress a huge smirk at the loud groan he gave out as his face met the floor. She sighed frustrated, rubbing her temples with a sweat drop. "Look, Syaoran, as much as I care about your personal life and such," She drawled out; notice the heavy sarcasm there. "I can't change the fact that the principal, and both our parents want me to help you with your work, okay?" She said, and then added under her breath, "And it's not my fault that you're brainless. . ." She flashed his glare a bright smile and turned to walk away. "Meet me at my house tomorrow at nine o' clock sharp," She hollered behind her form.

Syaoran continued to stare at her form before jumping up onto his feet with wide eyes. "Wait! In the morning?" He demanded. He saw her nod her head once and disappear around a corner. He groaned to himself. Fantastic, he thought to himself wryly as he picked up his bag on the ground a couple of feet away from him. He had a study date on Saturday. The last thing he wanted to do on a weekend.

And worse of all. . .

He groaned and banged his head at the nearest locker.

It was with Sakura Kinomoto.

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"Okay," He dropped all his books on the dining table where Sakura was quietly working at, and jumped once she heard the books make in contact with the table. She brought her eyes up and glared. "Let's get this. . .thing. . .started," He said as he pulled up a chair and expectedly glanced in his direction. He gave her a flat look just as she swallowed her piece of toast. "Well! Why aren't you ready?" He barked out irritated. She flashed him a wry look as she inwardly cursed him for being so loud in the morning.

"Syaoran, it's only seven o'clock in the morning." She pointed out dryly. "When I meant nine o'clock sharp, I didn't think that it was seven o'clock for you." She stated with an amused smile on her face, as she stood up to put her plate and cup in the sink, missing the horrified look on his face, and his eyes grow wide as plates. He choked on his own spit and whipped around. She leaned on the counter, gulping the remainder of her milk and looked at him, obvious entertained, from the top of her cup. He just glared harder.

"Seven o'clock!" He cried out, aggravated, and buried his faced in his hands with a loud groan and a murderous glare towards her direction. She shrugged off the glare and nodded her head. He continued to glare at her with critical eyes scanning over her pajama covered body; consisting of a white shirt twice her size and black boxer shorts. He raised an eyebrow at her choice of attire. She ignored that look, too.

"It's called checking what time it is," She pointed out sardonically, her eyes shining with hilarity. "I didn't actually think that you were able to wake up this early considering all the times you're late for class." She forced a laugh out and began to wash her plates. He glared and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest; his eyes turning blank and deadly.

Once she was done, she turned to him and noticed that he was standing in the same position with his arms crossed over his chest, his intense gazing pinning her. But easily, she tore her eyes away from him, flashing him a brief smile for no reason or thought, and motioned her hands to the chair. "Go sit for a while, while I change out of my clothes." She turned to walk away before slightly turning her head to see him from the corner of her eyes. "Oh, and do you want something to eat. . .or anything?" She offered off-handedly with a blank look in her eyes, not really wanting to ask him that question but it was good to be polite.

Unexpectedly, Syaoran Li smirked his bad-boy smirk and shoved his hands in his pants pocket; she silently scoffed to herself. She will not swoon like all those other girl's in their pathetic excuse for a high school. And by the hint of surprise that crossed his eyes, he wasn't expecting what she was giving him. She snorted; good. He was a retard anyway. "Well?" She blurted out, impatient and irritated with the way his eyes kept roaming her body. 'Go blind, you bastard,' she snarled in her head, hoping that he was somehow receive the message that her glare was giving off.

No such luck.

"How about. . .we skip this gay study date, and go out for more. . .fun. . .things to do," He said, wiggling his eyebrows in suggestion. His voice dropped a octave lower and gained a husky tone that made Sakura shudder in disgust. Honestly, who was this guy trying to fool? She ignored his question and continued to walk away from him.

And thus, that confirmed her hatred for Syaoran Li.

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"Okay, you have to carry that number over ther- wait! No! Not that number, the other number!" Sakura exclaimed exasperated as she took in a deep breath to keep a tighter grip on her patience. Her eyes critically scanned over his math homework - even if she wasn't a genius herself in that category, she now found someone else that sucked at it more than her, she thought with a wry grin.

He glanced at her irritated and slammed his mechanical pencil on the table with a loud 'bang', that everyone in the library turned to their direction to glare at them deadly. Syaoran just rolled his eyes while Sakura sighed, mumbling something under her breath that sounded like an insult to him, before turning towards the Liberians direction with an apologetic look on her face. "This is stupid," Syaoran muttered under his breath and glared at the piece of paper in front of him, as if willing for it to walk away.

"Now, now," Sakura chided gently with a smile on her face. He just raised an eyebrow at her odd behaviour. "The work isn't stupid." Her face turned flat. "It's just you." She gave him a mock wink before whipping her light brown hair down to the book in front of her and pushing it towards his direction. His eyebrow was ticking.

"Well, aren't you little-miss-sunshine," He shot back and glanced at the book. "And what's this? More work? Woman, I have enough of that in school," He grumbled. Sakura blew out her cheeks dramatically.

"Can you grow up?"

"I am, if you're too blind to see that."

"Oh I have perfect vision, Li." She glared. "It's just your maturity level is way below zero and effecting your age characteristic, where you should be acting more responsible, and stop whining like a-"

"At least my voice is tolerable." He mock winced and then smirked. "You could set off a kid crying just by your high-pitched voice. I mean, my nerves are all ready-"

"Oh yes," She interrupted with a sarcastic grin on her face. "That totally explains why I work at a day care center and every child in there loves me to bits."

The grin on Syaoran's face fell as his lips curled into a scowl and he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her the cut eye. How the hell was he supposed to know that she did that? She just smiled at him amusedly. His eyebrow ticked. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

She leaned back into the chair. "If you weren't you and if I was speaking to someone else who would carry on a decent conversation with actually letting me finish my sentences' off first, then yes." She smiled at him calmly. "I would be enjoying it. But too bad. . ." She wrinkled her nose with distaste. "I'm stuck with you."

He shot her a glare; she gave him a deathly glare of her own.

"Oh yeah," He muttered. "This must be some curse. . . I'm definitely stuck with you." He confirmed, dryly.

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