This is a story dedicated to all my friends and CCS fans out there. AREN'T S&S THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER? X)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CCS AND ITS CHARACTERS. CLAMP DOES. But I do own the plot.
Enjoy... :)
SUMMARY:
In Love With A Superstar!
Sakura Kinomoto, 17, is an average-looking girl who has this huge crush on a guy everybody in this word knows. He is handsome, sings well AND is popular. "I like girls with beautiful eyes… that shine." Was what he said. This kept her thinking…
CHAPTER ONE
She rummaged through the 3 wrapped-up magazines again as she took her queue in the line of shoppers at the cashier. The queue was, no doubt, long, for it was a Saturday. She turned around and glanced at the magazine shack again. 'They're clearing out fast.', she thought as people practically snatched the remaining of what's left from the shack. Her thoughts were disrupted by the vibration in her jean's pocket. Holding the magazines between her arm and her body, she took her phone out, pulled out the socks protecting it and flipped open her phone.
"Moshi-moshi, Sakura Kinomoto desu." she spoke into the phone.
"Sakura-chan! I'm at Takashimaya Shopping Center already. Where exactly are you?" Her buddy plus cousin, Tomoyo Daidouji, asked.
"Oh, I'm at Kinokuniya... Queuing at the cashier near the magazines' shack. Come and find me?" She replied, the pile of magazines sliding and threatening to fall off any moment. She squeezed her arm towards her body with a greater force, stopping them from falling. Biting onto her hand phone socks, she freed one of her hands which immediately adjusted the magazines' positions and held onto the socks again.
"Ok, ok. Hey, guess who I saw! It's -" Tomoyo started rambling, but was cut off by Sakura.
"Ah wait, it's my turn! I'll see you later and we'll talk k? Bye!" Without waiting for a reply, she cupped her phone and pushed it back into the socks, then back into her pocket.
"Miss, over here please." The cashier smiled politely and directed her the way. She hurried towards the cashier and loosened her grip off the magazines, placing them on top of the counter as she rummaged through her bag in search of her wallet. "It's a total of $44.20. Are you a member, Miss?" The cashier asked. (A/N: I'm using currencies from Singapore as I don't know Japan's currency. My bad! AND 50bucks in Singapore is A LOT, whereas 5bucks only gets you a meal from Macdonald's - NOT upsized.)
Shaking her head, Sakura replied, "No, I'm not. Erm, how do I become one?"
She smiled and answered, "It's $25 for a lifetime membership. Care to join?"
"$25 for a lifetime... Sounds reasonable, but no thanks, not today." Sakura said as she passed a $50 note to her. As the cashier was registering the cash, Sakura glanced into her wallet. 'Great, I'm broke again.' She sighed.
"Looks like someone's out of cash again!" A certain someone said gleefully, peeping into her wallet.
"Oh hey Tomoyo, yea yea, you're rich. Don't have to boss around, ya' know." Sakura replied sarcastically. "Thank you." She said to the cashier who returned her the change.
"From $50 to $5, look how willing you are to spend on him!" Tomoyo cooed. "Anyways, E.H. in any of those mags?" She asked as they walked out of the shop.
"Well, sad to say... Yes..." Sakura answered, with a faked sad-face, earning a slap on her arm and a death-glare from Tomoyo. "Oww! I'm kidding! Relax!" She cried, and continued, "Who did you say you saw?"
"Huh?" Tomoyo gave her a confused look.
"Well? We were on the phone just now, and you said you saw someone?" Sakura queried, sweat-dropping.
"OH! That! I saw Takashi-kun and Chiharu-chan together, holding hands!" Tomoyo's reply earned a squeak form Sakura.
"So they're FINALLY together? That calls for a celebration!" Sakura cheered, jumping up and down in the middle of the mall. Seeing the childishness in Sakura emerge, Tomoyo did the thing she always did - A camcorder came out of nowhere and, well, you know the rest. :)
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"Hey Syaoran, ready for the next interview?" A navy-haired boy at the age of 18 asked the other as he pushed up his glasses, "Heard that this next one is gonna be a big shot."
"Go on, Eriol, I'll be there as soon as I'm done. This thing is holding me back. Argh." A chestnut-haired boy of the same age grumbled as he fixed the buttons on his tuxedo. "Go now, or we'll both be late. And shit, my hair's still in a mess!"
"That's what the girls like about you, your messy-but-sexy hair." Eriol Hiiragizawa reponded in a matter-of-factly way, shuffling Li Syaoran's hair, thus making it even more messy.
"OI, STOP IT ERIOL!" Syaoran roared. He hated it when people messed with his hair.
Eriol shrugged and said, "I'll be outside. Get out quick. You don't want to hear Meiling-chan screaming away."
Syaoran shuddered at the thought. "Right." He had to agree with Eriol. That girl was no joke.
Li Syaoran and Eriol Hiiragizawa. Both at the age of 18. Young, but already world-known singers who got the old ladies fainting and young girls drooling at their feet. A wink from them could kill 3/4 of the world's population - that's how formidable they are. Both formed a band, Fire&Ice, at an early age of 13, but debutted only at 16. Today was their 2nd anniversary after their debut, and tonnes of reporters had begged their manager for an interview with them. Of course, only the big-shots are allowed access to this very special event.
"LII SYAAAOOORAAAN! ARE YOU SILL NOT DONE YET YOU BIG-SHOT AIRHEADED DUMBASS! EVERYONE'S WAITING FOR YOU DAMMIT!"
Syaoran sweatdropped. 'Here she comes. Eriol HAS to leave at the right time. Great.' Holding his breadth, he waited for the certain ruby-eyed girl to barch into the room and give him a good kicking in the ass.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!?" The girl screeched, her long, black hair standing in all directions.
"Can't you see I'm having trouble with the buttons? And for God's sake, stop yelling! If my eardrums burst I'd like to see how I can STILL continue to sing." He replied as calmly as he could, glaring at her at the same time.
She grabbed him at the collar and pulled him up, buttoning his tuxedo for him. "The manager's going crazy. You're dumb, really. There it's done."
"... That's fast." He said, "Let's go then."
"What, no 'Thank You'?" She pouted. "I'm not paid to do that ya' know."
"Right, whatever. Thank you my dearest cousin Meiling. Happy?" He said, opening the door at the same time for her. "Now let's go, will we?"
"That's better, Wolf-guy." She smirked, walking out of the room as Syaoran followed suit.
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"So, tell us more about yourselves, won't you?" A female reporter asked. Light were flashing in Syaoran and Eriol's direction.
"Well… I am a person of words, whereas this guy here is of expressions and emotions. He doesn't talk much about himself, sadly." Eriol answered. He had been doing most of the answerings since Syaoran was well, not a man of words.
Syaoran glared at Eriol. "I do speak. It's not as if I'm dumb or something."
"Oh there he goes again, glaring and puffing and pouting like he always does. Hohoho." Eriol continued.
"I SO DO-NOT POUT!" Syaoran flared.
"Well well, that's very interesting. Now, invading into a lil' bit of your privacy, tell us what type of girls attract you." The reporter asked again.
"Girls you say… I must say, someone with enchanting features. I'm being honest here. I like beautiful girls. Long hair, sexy lips, hot figure… Someone like you." Eriol answered the reporter's question, flattering her a whole lot. This made Syaoran almost want to puke.
"Oh, ahem, very nice of you to say that." The reporter flushed and continued, now facing Syaoran, "What about you, Li-san? Anything in particular that you'd like your girlfriend to have?"
Syaoran thought for awhile, "I think… she must have a pair of beautiful eyes. Eyes that shine."
The reporter nodded and waited.
And waited…
And waited…
"Er, that's all?" She finally said when he didn't continue. "You really are not a man of words huh?" She, along with Eriol and some other workers, chuckled over the comment. Syaoran blushed and looked down as everyone laughed at him, and one of the camera-man caught it.
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Sakura felt her face turn bleet red when she saw the picture of her idol blushing madly. 'God, he's too cute.' She thought to herself. 'Beautiful eyes… How beautiful is beautiful? Beautiful as in big?'
"What's wrong, Sakura-chan?" Tomoyo asked in concern as her cousin's face turned red. Getting no response, she moved over to where Sakura was sitting and traveled down her gaze, "Kawaii, he's blushing! What does it say Sakura-chan?"
"He… likes girls with beautiful eyes… that shine…" Sakura replied, so soft that it was barely a whisper, but Tomoyo heard her.
"Well, you do have beautiful eyes." Tomoyo said suddenly, causing Sakura to jerk her head up.
"I do?" She asked, looking at Tomoyo with awe.
"Yes, you do. Your eyes talk. And they're telling me that you have a really huge crush on this Li guy." This made Sakura blush even more.
"I... I don't have a crush on him!" Sakura denied. But deep down in her heart, she knew. She knew it when she first saw him on the train…
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A/N: That's it for Chapter 1! HOW WAS IT!? X) Review, KAY?