This sucks _; It's my first fanfic, in case anyone cares (you can flame me, cause I probably deserve it ^.^), and God help me, it's S+S -_-;; It's got the rating it does cause Syaoran uses a mild swear word once ;;; This fic takes place in the interim between volumes six and seven, before the Sakura Chapter but after the Clow Cards chapter, when Syaoran's just starting to realize he has it for Sakura, and he has it bad ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of the rights to it. Nelvana, Mixx, Kodansha and four very talented (not to mention stinking rich) Japanese women do. So please don't sue me, unless you want the pretty sparkly purple gel roll pen I wrote this fic with -_-
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A Good Reason part 1: A Good Reason to Go - by rakko-chan
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The alarm started playing. It was a song by a girl with a disgustingly high voice. Syaoran groaned, rolled over, fumbled with the sleep button and finally hit the thing. It stopped.
He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling and yawned. 7:20. Forty minutes till he should leave for school. Ideally, he would get up and start practicing his sword exercises right now. According to his mother, morning was the best time for it, allowing one to focus their mind, body and spirit for the day to come. He wouldn't, of course.
He groaned again. He hated mornings. Not just Monday mornings, any morning. Unless he had the option of getting up at about nine or ten, which his mother of course had never let him do. She would have been shocked by the sight of him getting up at noon on weekends. "Like a sloth emerging from it's den," she would have said. He felt a shadow of a smile tugging on his lips. Living by yourself could be lonely, but it could also be very nice sometimes. He also had a natural preference of going to bed around three 'o clock at night, and his mother did not care one bit when he went to bed as long as he got up before 8:00. It wasn't, as his sister had observed, too good for his health.
He sighed. Sisters. Mornings had been better, even in Hong Kong, with his sisters bouncing around, shrieking, making him cook breakfast for them, getting him up at 6:30 because they said he was a spoiled little kid who slept to late for his own good... they always had so much energy, they made mornings seem like they were actually part of the day...
He was actually missing his sisters tormenting him at 6:30 in the morning. Maybe he really had gone to bed too late last night.
7:30. He should get up.
He pulled himself up from bed, and started cooking something (Ne, if anyone can think of a Japanese breakfast food out there, please tell me! ^^;) He returned to his room to skulk at his ridiculous school uniform. He glared his best death glare at it, hoping it would disappear in a puff of acrid smoke.
Most of all, he hated school.
He hated getting up at 6:30 in the morning. He hated homework. He hated Japanese teachers who expected him to remember the subjective past tense of some obscure verb, no matter how many times he explained to them that he was from Hong Kong and had, six months earlier, been trying to learn the word for "chair." He hated kids who were scared of him, and kids who were resentful of him.
7:35. He checked his breakfast and put on the uniform. Stupid Japanese uniforms. Who designed them? Tomoeda had a uniform for every event and season. He imagined children of lesser families went broke trying to pay for them all. (Note: Rakko once went through all her manga and counted at least eight uniforms o_o;;) And worst of all, they were sooo damn cute. His uniform made him look adorable no matter what, and he knew it. For God's sake, he could drill holes through walls with his death glares, and girls would fall over from his sheer kawaiiness.
He finished tying his collar. He had to do it twice; the first time he took his aggression off on the cloth, which wasn't too wise seeing as his neck was in the middle. He gagged. He combed his hair, too. Even if it would never have the slightest semblance of order, he might as well keep it from getting tangled.
7:40. It took him ten minutes to eat. He meditated darkly over school through the whole bowl of food. It gave him something to think about, at least. Since he lived by himself, he supposed if he was really so disgusted with school he could just stay home.
7:55. Syaoran finished packing his lunch, still with severe doubts that it would be eaten that day. "After all," he said out loud. "What really is there worth going to school for, anyway?"
Then, of course, he thought of her. A girl with light, reddish-brown hair, rushing into a classroom late and out of breath, sitting down in front of him. Greeting her best friend and turning around, her warm green eyes lighting up with the sight of him. He was so glad they lit up now, where they used to cloud. "Ohayoo, Syaoran-kun!"
He realized he was suddenly and inexplicably blushing deep scarlet to the tips of his ears.
8:00. His coat was on, his shoes tied. His hand reaching for the apartment door…
Well… maybe there was a good reason to go to school after all.
*~owari~*
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