Hello! Everyone! It's me Electri-cute also known as Tracey!
Today I'm going write a new story!
I have been reading a book called 'Kiss me, Creep' and I thought 'hey this could be a really good FF.net story with the CCS characters in it' so where is the story 'Kiss me, creep'.
If any of you have read this book please don't ruined it for other peoples but is you haven't then great!
Kiss me creep
"Talking"
Thinking
(Me talking)
# Character preview #
~*~ Flashback ~*~
Disclaimer- I don't own CCS or the writing of the book 'Kiss me creep' Clamp does for CCS and Marian Woodruff owns 'kiss me creep'
Chapter 1.
# Sakura's Preview #
When Syaroan Li and I met each other that day long ago, it was hate at first sight. I've heard about this thing called chemistry- though so far it never happened to me- where two people look at each other and- zap! They're in love. Is it possible, I wonder, that there's such a thing as 'reverse' chemistry? A girl and a boy meet; they gaze into each other's eyes; and- presto! They can't stand each other. That's the way it was with us. The classic mismatch. Oil and vinegar. Fire and water. Rainy days and picnics. Syaroan Li and yours truly, Sakura Kinomoto. From the very beginning we were destined to bump heads.
Our first fateful meeting took place during my sophomore year. That was the year my dad, my older brother, and I moved from Toledo to Tomedo (is that right?).
Coming into a new school was scary. I'd never had any trouble making friends at my old school, but I couldn't help thinking how hard it would be in a small town where all the kids had probably known one another since kindergarten. Also, I didn't know what to wear here. Back at Columbus high in Toledo, jeans and t-shirts had practically been mandatory uniforms, but I worried that maybe kids dressed up more here. So for my first day of school I settled on something in-betweenish- my denim prairie skirt and a light blue tank top.
On that morning of my first day of school in Tomedo district, I inspected myself critically in the mirror. I imagined I was a stranger, seeing the person before me for the first time. Did she look like someone I might want to get to know? Maybe. I decided I didn't look too bad. Actually, I realized, I looked pretty good. But my external appearance was the best part of me that morning. Inside I felt like a mess.
Disaster struck when I was on my way to school. Halfway there, our old Pontiac station wagon got a flat tire. Between the two of us, dad and me, it took half an hour to change it. By the time I got to school, I was ready to turn around and go home again. My hair was a mess; my shoes were caked with mud; and the big streak of mud down the front of my skirt would not come off, no matter how many wet paper towels I scrubbed it with in the girl's bathroom. All I got for my efforts was a big wet spot over the mud. To top everything off, I was nearly forty minutes late.
After several wrong turns, I found the school office and was in the midst of having my schedule typed up when a boy walked in. he was tall, with messy dark brown hair, and he had incredible amber eyes. I could tell immediately, by the way he was whistling to himself and sort of strolling around with his hands stuffed in his front pockets, that he was very popular. Casually he asked the secretary for a late slip, as if being late for class were the last thing on his mind.
While waiting for the secretary to get his note, he glanced over her shoulder at what she was typing for me. Then he looked at me.
"New huh?"
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't tell if he was really staring at me that hard, or if I was just imagining it, but I wasn't about to look at him directly. Realizing how messy I looked, I squirmed with embarrassment and hoped that he was nearsighted and couldn't see me clearly. I decided to pretend I hadn't known he was talking to me, there were a few other people milling around the office, so it wasn't a 100% unlikely that he was addressing someone else. But he wasn't the type to give up easily.
"I said, are you new?" he asked in a slightly louder voice, as if I might be hard of hearing.
I nodded quickly. "Uh-huh." Now that I'd answered his question, maybe we could drop the subject.
No such luck. He peered over the secretary's shoulder again. Out loud, he read, "Kinomoto Sakura." The turned to me with a grin that was almost a smirk and repeated. "Kinomoto Sakura. Hey, I like it. Sounds adventurous. But I guess most people must call you Sakura Kinomoto. That's okay, but a lot less exciting. I think I'll just call you S.K."
The grin had spread to his amber eyes. Was he making fun of me? Since first grade, boys had been making fun of my name. It also made me think- for a time- that boys just didn't like me that much, that's why I'm so sensitive about my name. But then I realized that maybe that's just the way certain boys are. I've noticed that a lot of the time the ones who tease you the more they are who would ask you out but are afraid. Then, after they've been teasing you awhile, they're afraid that if they ever tried acting serious, you'd laugh.
So here was this strange boy making fun of my name on my first day of school. Needless to say, I was not enchanted, even though I couldn't help noticing how good-looking he was.
"Cute." I mumbled disgustingly.
His grin took off into a full- fledged laugh.
"Yeah, I've always thought so."
I stared at him. "Are you always this conceited?"
"Only when I'm trying to make a good impression. I'm normally the shy and humble type."
"I'll bet."
"By the way," he said, sticking out his hand "I'm Syaroan Li.'
I shook it unenthusiastically. "Hi."
"Hey you're not nervous are you?"
"How could I possibly be nervous?"
"I know this is your first day here and all but, listen, we're not such a bad bunch. Don't go by me. Most of the inmates here aren't too dangerous."
"That's reassuring to know."
He was staring at the front of my skirt. "Hey what happened? Looks like you ran into something."
I could feel myself starting to blush. "It was a flat tire."
"You changed it yourself?" that smirk again.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing. It's just- well, you just don't look like the type who goes around changing tires that's all."
That really got me. I mean, what did this creep know about me, anyway? Just because he happened to be a tall, dark, handsome creep didn't give him the right to go around judging people at first glance. I knew he wasn't being very serious; he was only making fun of me, but for some reason I felt like crying. Everything about my first day at Tomedo high seems to be going wrong. However, I wasn't about to let Syaroan Li know how I was feeling.
"Actually, I won the gold medal for changing tires in the last Olympics," I tossed back coolly.
"Ah, and a sense of humor besides!" Syaroan put his hand over his heart and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "I think I'm in love!"
I could see right through the guy's game. Right at that moment there were probably 50 girls at Tomedo high who had crushes on him. He probably thought that all he had to do was switch on the charm machine to make the new girl number 51. Me, the mud covered stranger who didn't know a soul in town, and him, the handsome, popular superstar with hordes of women at his feet. I was sure that if you asked Syaroan Li my name 10 minutes after he'd met me, he wouldn't remember it. He was just playing with me- the way a cat plays with a mouse.
I fixed my gaze on the yellow registration card that was slowly rolling its way through the secretary's typewriter. What was taking so long? I willed her to hurry up. Finally she handed the card to me, stopping only long enough to scrawl her signature on a late slip for Syaroan first. By the time I turned around, he was disappearing through the doorway.
"See you around S.K!" he called and waved.
My first class was biology. I found the room without much trouble. The hard part was trying to sneak in so that no one would notice me. The period was almost over, so I figured I should give the card to the teacher afterward. I opened the door a crack and slipped in sideways, crab- style. Luckily there was an empty chair in the back of the room. I was in the midst of sinking into it when a loud voice caused me to freeze.
There I was, sort of crouched over in midair, half in and half out of my seat, when this person next to me started to yell, "hey it's S.K! Talk about fate. I didn't expect to see 'you' again soon!"
Suddenly everybody in the whole class was staring at me. 30 pairs of eyes fixed on me with the kind of deadly fascination you usually see in biology class when the teacher passes around a bottled shark's brain or jar of baby tarantulas.
Not that I'm a freak or anything. I'm very normal looking. My hair is the colour of honey- a cross between brown, it's long up to waist length and wavy, my eyes are a grass like green.
Right then, though, I couldn't have felt more freakish than if I suddenly sprouted 2 extra heads. And all thanks to Syaroan Li, who was sitting right next to me. How had I managed to get so lucky twice in a row? Little did I know that was just the beginning.
All through my sophomore years and into my junior year, Syaroan continued to plague me. Mostly with the little things- like after weeks of ignoring me, he'd turn around suddenly and say something outrageous, like "hey S.K....if your not busy this weekend, how about eloping to Reno?" he got a big kick out of watching me turn red.
The S.K, part really got to me, too. Nobody else ever called me by my initials. It was strictly Syaroan's thing, which made it seem as if there was something going on between us- and there most definitely was not.
During my junior year, when I got on the cheerleading squad, I'd see him sitting in the front row of the bleacher during basket ball games, shooting me his cocky grin and waiting for me to slip up. And the harder I tired to ignore him, the more mistakes I'd make and the more Syaroan seem to enjoy himself.
This year, my senior year, Syaroan and I were in the same social studies class. Everything was going fine- which meant that I'd managed to ignore Syaroan pretty successfully- until Treda-sensei (is that who you spell his name?) chose us as opponents in one of the class's debating sessions. I groaned when I saw what the subject of our debate was going to be. Treda- sensei had written on the blackboard: THE EQUAL RIGHTS AMENDMENTS: SHOULD IT PASS? I was to be on the pro side, Syaroan on the con. Naturally. That wouldn't be hard for him- Syaroan was the biggest male chauvinist around. When I looked at him, he winked at me as though the whole thing were a huge joke.
I should have known I was in for it, but on the day of our debate, he still managed to take me by surprise. I had arrived fully armed with my index cards arranged in perfect order. I had done a lot of homework, and I was prepared to present the best, most reasonable arguments possible in favor of passing the ERA. But then Syaroan walked in wearing a frilly pink apron (hard to believe O.o) and all attempts at seriousness flew right out the window. He'd stolen the show. It was at least 5 minutes before everyone stopped laughing and we could get down to business. But even so, nothing went right after that entrance. All Syaroan had to do was arch and eyebrow (-_^) or purse his lips in a certain way, and the class was off again, laughing hysterically.
I went up to him when the period was over. "I'll bet you really do think boys are smarter, don't you?"
"Come on, S.K. I was only kidding around. It was supposed to be a joke."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not laughing."
"It wouldn't hurt you to crack a smile once in a while you know." He said. "You could be really pretty if you tried."
That did it. I was red. "What makes you so sure I'm interested in whether or not you think I'm pretty? Syaroan Li, you are the most suck- up, conceited creep in this entire school!" I was hoping that, that would 'get' him. But he just shrugged and laughed.
Then we did something really, unbelievably awful. The worst thing he had ever done to get me up until then. Worse then if he hauled off and hit me.
Syaroan kissed me.
Right in front of everyone, he leaned over and touched his lips to mine. I could feel them sort of twitching, as if he was trying not to laugh. Otherwise, they were dry and warm.
The most incredible part was that I just stood there. I was so stunned I couldn't move. I watched him stroll off, whistling some obscure tune as though nothing whatsoever had happened. It was one of those situations that you don't have anything to say at the moment, but half an hour later you of half a million pit- downs.
On Syaroan I would've like to use them all..........
So how was it guys!?!?! I know it was a bit long but hey!! I should be good right?? I hope it is!
Oh please update! Please!!
Thank you!
Today I'm going write a new story!
I have been reading a book called 'Kiss me, Creep' and I thought 'hey this could be a really good FF.net story with the CCS characters in it' so where is the story 'Kiss me, creep'.
If any of you have read this book please don't ruined it for other peoples but is you haven't then great!
Kiss me creep
"Talking"
Thinking
(Me talking)
# Character preview #
~*~ Flashback ~*~
Disclaimer- I don't own CCS or the writing of the book 'Kiss me creep' Clamp does for CCS and Marian Woodruff owns 'kiss me creep'
Chapter 1.
# Sakura's Preview #
When Syaroan Li and I met each other that day long ago, it was hate at first sight. I've heard about this thing called chemistry- though so far it never happened to me- where two people look at each other and- zap! They're in love. Is it possible, I wonder, that there's such a thing as 'reverse' chemistry? A girl and a boy meet; they gaze into each other's eyes; and- presto! They can't stand each other. That's the way it was with us. The classic mismatch. Oil and vinegar. Fire and water. Rainy days and picnics. Syaroan Li and yours truly, Sakura Kinomoto. From the very beginning we were destined to bump heads.
Our first fateful meeting took place during my sophomore year. That was the year my dad, my older brother, and I moved from Toledo to Tomedo (is that right?).
Coming into a new school was scary. I'd never had any trouble making friends at my old school, but I couldn't help thinking how hard it would be in a small town where all the kids had probably known one another since kindergarten. Also, I didn't know what to wear here. Back at Columbus high in Toledo, jeans and t-shirts had practically been mandatory uniforms, but I worried that maybe kids dressed up more here. So for my first day of school I settled on something in-betweenish- my denim prairie skirt and a light blue tank top.
On that morning of my first day of school in Tomedo district, I inspected myself critically in the mirror. I imagined I was a stranger, seeing the person before me for the first time. Did she look like someone I might want to get to know? Maybe. I decided I didn't look too bad. Actually, I realized, I looked pretty good. But my external appearance was the best part of me that morning. Inside I felt like a mess.
Disaster struck when I was on my way to school. Halfway there, our old Pontiac station wagon got a flat tire. Between the two of us, dad and me, it took half an hour to change it. By the time I got to school, I was ready to turn around and go home again. My hair was a mess; my shoes were caked with mud; and the big streak of mud down the front of my skirt would not come off, no matter how many wet paper towels I scrubbed it with in the girl's bathroom. All I got for my efforts was a big wet spot over the mud. To top everything off, I was nearly forty minutes late.
After several wrong turns, I found the school office and was in the midst of having my schedule typed up when a boy walked in. he was tall, with messy dark brown hair, and he had incredible amber eyes. I could tell immediately, by the way he was whistling to himself and sort of strolling around with his hands stuffed in his front pockets, that he was very popular. Casually he asked the secretary for a late slip, as if being late for class were the last thing on his mind.
While waiting for the secretary to get his note, he glanced over her shoulder at what she was typing for me. Then he looked at me.
"New huh?"
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't tell if he was really staring at me that hard, or if I was just imagining it, but I wasn't about to look at him directly. Realizing how messy I looked, I squirmed with embarrassment and hoped that he was nearsighted and couldn't see me clearly. I decided to pretend I hadn't known he was talking to me, there were a few other people milling around the office, so it wasn't a 100% unlikely that he was addressing someone else. But he wasn't the type to give up easily.
"I said, are you new?" he asked in a slightly louder voice, as if I might be hard of hearing.
I nodded quickly. "Uh-huh." Now that I'd answered his question, maybe we could drop the subject.
No such luck. He peered over the secretary's shoulder again. Out loud, he read, "Kinomoto Sakura." The turned to me with a grin that was almost a smirk and repeated. "Kinomoto Sakura. Hey, I like it. Sounds adventurous. But I guess most people must call you Sakura Kinomoto. That's okay, but a lot less exciting. I think I'll just call you S.K."
The grin had spread to his amber eyes. Was he making fun of me? Since first grade, boys had been making fun of my name. It also made me think- for a time- that boys just didn't like me that much, that's why I'm so sensitive about my name. But then I realized that maybe that's just the way certain boys are. I've noticed that a lot of the time the ones who tease you the more they are who would ask you out but are afraid. Then, after they've been teasing you awhile, they're afraid that if they ever tried acting serious, you'd laugh.
So here was this strange boy making fun of my name on my first day of school. Needless to say, I was not enchanted, even though I couldn't help noticing how good-looking he was.
"Cute." I mumbled disgustingly.
His grin took off into a full- fledged laugh.
"Yeah, I've always thought so."
I stared at him. "Are you always this conceited?"
"Only when I'm trying to make a good impression. I'm normally the shy and humble type."
"I'll bet."
"By the way," he said, sticking out his hand "I'm Syaroan Li.'
I shook it unenthusiastically. "Hi."
"Hey you're not nervous are you?"
"How could I possibly be nervous?"
"I know this is your first day here and all but, listen, we're not such a bad bunch. Don't go by me. Most of the inmates here aren't too dangerous."
"That's reassuring to know."
He was staring at the front of my skirt. "Hey what happened? Looks like you ran into something."
I could feel myself starting to blush. "It was a flat tire."
"You changed it yourself?" that smirk again.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing. It's just- well, you just don't look like the type who goes around changing tires that's all."
That really got me. I mean, what did this creep know about me, anyway? Just because he happened to be a tall, dark, handsome creep didn't give him the right to go around judging people at first glance. I knew he wasn't being very serious; he was only making fun of me, but for some reason I felt like crying. Everything about my first day at Tomedo high seems to be going wrong. However, I wasn't about to let Syaroan Li know how I was feeling.
"Actually, I won the gold medal for changing tires in the last Olympics," I tossed back coolly.
"Ah, and a sense of humor besides!" Syaroan put his hand over his heart and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "I think I'm in love!"
I could see right through the guy's game. Right at that moment there were probably 50 girls at Tomedo high who had crushes on him. He probably thought that all he had to do was switch on the charm machine to make the new girl number 51. Me, the mud covered stranger who didn't know a soul in town, and him, the handsome, popular superstar with hordes of women at his feet. I was sure that if you asked Syaroan Li my name 10 minutes after he'd met me, he wouldn't remember it. He was just playing with me- the way a cat plays with a mouse.
I fixed my gaze on the yellow registration card that was slowly rolling its way through the secretary's typewriter. What was taking so long? I willed her to hurry up. Finally she handed the card to me, stopping only long enough to scrawl her signature on a late slip for Syaroan first. By the time I turned around, he was disappearing through the doorway.
"See you around S.K!" he called and waved.
My first class was biology. I found the room without much trouble. The hard part was trying to sneak in so that no one would notice me. The period was almost over, so I figured I should give the card to the teacher afterward. I opened the door a crack and slipped in sideways, crab- style. Luckily there was an empty chair in the back of the room. I was in the midst of sinking into it when a loud voice caused me to freeze.
There I was, sort of crouched over in midair, half in and half out of my seat, when this person next to me started to yell, "hey it's S.K! Talk about fate. I didn't expect to see 'you' again soon!"
Suddenly everybody in the whole class was staring at me. 30 pairs of eyes fixed on me with the kind of deadly fascination you usually see in biology class when the teacher passes around a bottled shark's brain or jar of baby tarantulas.
Not that I'm a freak or anything. I'm very normal looking. My hair is the colour of honey- a cross between brown, it's long up to waist length and wavy, my eyes are a grass like green.
Right then, though, I couldn't have felt more freakish than if I suddenly sprouted 2 extra heads. And all thanks to Syaroan Li, who was sitting right next to me. How had I managed to get so lucky twice in a row? Little did I know that was just the beginning.
All through my sophomore years and into my junior year, Syaroan continued to plague me. Mostly with the little things- like after weeks of ignoring me, he'd turn around suddenly and say something outrageous, like "hey S.K....if your not busy this weekend, how about eloping to Reno?" he got a big kick out of watching me turn red.
The S.K, part really got to me, too. Nobody else ever called me by my initials. It was strictly Syaroan's thing, which made it seem as if there was something going on between us- and there most definitely was not.
During my junior year, when I got on the cheerleading squad, I'd see him sitting in the front row of the bleacher during basket ball games, shooting me his cocky grin and waiting for me to slip up. And the harder I tired to ignore him, the more mistakes I'd make and the more Syaroan seem to enjoy himself.
This year, my senior year, Syaroan and I were in the same social studies class. Everything was going fine- which meant that I'd managed to ignore Syaroan pretty successfully- until Treda-sensei (is that who you spell his name?) chose us as opponents in one of the class's debating sessions. I groaned when I saw what the subject of our debate was going to be. Treda- sensei had written on the blackboard: THE EQUAL RIGHTS AMENDMENTS: SHOULD IT PASS? I was to be on the pro side, Syaroan on the con. Naturally. That wouldn't be hard for him- Syaroan was the biggest male chauvinist around. When I looked at him, he winked at me as though the whole thing were a huge joke.
I should have known I was in for it, but on the day of our debate, he still managed to take me by surprise. I had arrived fully armed with my index cards arranged in perfect order. I had done a lot of homework, and I was prepared to present the best, most reasonable arguments possible in favor of passing the ERA. But then Syaroan walked in wearing a frilly pink apron (hard to believe O.o) and all attempts at seriousness flew right out the window. He'd stolen the show. It was at least 5 minutes before everyone stopped laughing and we could get down to business. But even so, nothing went right after that entrance. All Syaroan had to do was arch and eyebrow (-_^) or purse his lips in a certain way, and the class was off again, laughing hysterically.
I went up to him when the period was over. "I'll bet you really do think boys are smarter, don't you?"
"Come on, S.K. I was only kidding around. It was supposed to be a joke."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not laughing."
"It wouldn't hurt you to crack a smile once in a while you know." He said. "You could be really pretty if you tried."
That did it. I was red. "What makes you so sure I'm interested in whether or not you think I'm pretty? Syaroan Li, you are the most suck- up, conceited creep in this entire school!" I was hoping that, that would 'get' him. But he just shrugged and laughed.
Then we did something really, unbelievably awful. The worst thing he had ever done to get me up until then. Worse then if he hauled off and hit me.
Syaroan kissed me.
Right in front of everyone, he leaned over and touched his lips to mine. I could feel them sort of twitching, as if he was trying not to laugh. Otherwise, they were dry and warm.
The most incredible part was that I just stood there. I was so stunned I couldn't move. I watched him stroll off, whistling some obscure tune as though nothing whatsoever had happened. It was one of those situations that you don't have anything to say at the moment, but half an hour later you of half a million pit- downs.
On Syaroan I would've like to use them all..........
So how was it guys!?!?! I know it was a bit long but hey!! I should be good right?? I hope it is!
Oh please update! Please!!
Thank you!