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This is my first shot at fanfiction, and I really hope you like it!

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Chapter One

Beep Beep Be-

A hand slammed down on the alarm clock, and Syaoran opened his eyes.

Every morning, he would wake up at precisely 6am and jog for an hour, taking his daily route that toured around King Penguin Park, circled the library and brought him back home at 7am. No matter what the weather was, he ran. This morning was no exception.

He pulled on his long black jogging pants and a white T-shirt that clung to his well muscled chest, put on his shoes and slipped out the door with a murmured, "Ittekimas." Walking around the large fountain in the middle of the driveway, he reached the iron wrought gate and started running, leaving the quiet mansion behind.

Leaving his tired heart behind.

Tomoyo frowned as she sat on the edge of her queen sized bed, clutching her phone so hard it was in danger of breaking.

"What are you saying?"

The caller on the other line sighed. "Tomoyo. Look. I…I just don't think this is working out between us anymore. I'm sorry."

The line went dead, and Tomoyo's phone thudded onto the soft rug under her bed. She grabbed her pillow and hugged it, crying silent tears. 4th breakup, she thought. Every guy that she'd gone out with either liked her for her money, or her naivety and beauty. But Tomoyo never saw that. She trusted them blindly, believing that they truly loved her.

She wondered how much more pain her heart could take.

"Tadaima…" Syaoran trailed off. The mansion was still sleeping. He sighed, took off his shoes and placed them neatly side by side.

"Master Li, Okaeri nasai." A tall old man with glasses, a grey moustache and a kind smile appeared around the corner and bowed. He was wearing an apron, and smelled like pancakes and syrup. "Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes."

Syaoran nodded before heading to his room for a quick shower. As hot water pounded down on his body, he felt the knots in his muscles relax. He found it so easy to collect his thoughts in the shower. He closed his eyes and thought about her. His heart still pounded whenever he pictured her face in his mind. But what she did to him still left an open wound in his heart. There was no denying the fact that she had hurt him. He opened his eyes turned the taps off. She was coming back.

And he didn't want to see her.

A girl hummed as she danced along the streets. The cherry blossom trees were dormant, as it was still February, and they usually bloomed in April.

However, despite all odds, a single flower fell at her feet as she stood to admire the towering trees. It was no surprise that the trees have decided to bloom for her. It was her flower, after all. She picked it up and put it carefully in her breast pocket. As she passed Tomoeda Elementary, she stopped by the gates and looked in. She sighed, turned and continued on to Tomoeda High.

Time had flown by so quickly.

"Wait…wait a minute. Today is…VALENTINE'S DAY?" Syaoran stood with a pile of presents and cards at his feet. They had fallen out of his locker when he opened it to take his books out, and now lay clustered in a heap of pink and ribbons.

Class 11-B, Li Syaoran was Tomoeda High's most popular crush for girls. He was tall and lean, with well muscled arms that every girl wanted to be held in. Brown eyes flecked with amber made every knee in the female population go weak, and his tousled golden brown hair fell into his eyes, each strand in perfect place. He was handsome without trying.

His personality wasn't all bad either. Syaoran was clever, always helping people in need. He was athletic, acing each sport with ease. His smile made the girls squeal or sigh or pass out (or all three at once), and although he had a hot temper, he was undoubtedly every girl's dream guy.

But they didn't see him beneath his apparent flawlessness.

Tomoyo sniffled as she walked through the corridors, muttering to herself.

"Breaking up with me on Valentines. I'll kick your sorry ass…such a baka…" All around her, couples made out shamelessly, completely oblivious to Tomoyo's wrath. She glared at the back of her ex-boyfriend's head as she passed, resisting the urge to kill him. As she set her bag down on her table, she nodded at the harassed boy sitting diagonally behind her, surrounded by giggling girls.

"Morning, Li-kun." He nodded back.

"Morning." Tomoyo sat down and glanced at Syaoran, fingering her own pile of presents, cards and roses. He seemed all right now, but she couldn't help going back to the day she told him the news.

*Flashback*

"She's coming back next week." Tomoyo stood at the entrance of the school, waiting for her driver. She had caught Syaoran when he was walking out.

"I don't want to see her. You know what happened. Tell her to stay in Tokyo." Syaoran spat the words out and walked away. As he turned round the corner, he made sure Tomoyo couldn't see him.

Then, he started running.

The class hushed as soon as the teacher walked in.

He put down his files and looked up at the class. "We have a new student who will be joining us today. Please welcome her warmly to this school." He smiled. "I believe you all know her."

Tomoyo sat up a little straighter. Syaoran, who had been staring out the window with a bored expression on his face clenched his fist under the table. He struggled to keep his face from contorting in anger, and kept his eyes glued to the window, glaring at a stain on the glass. The door to the classroom slid open, and a girl walked in.

She was slender, and wore black socks that went above her knees, making her legs look long and shapely. Scratch that. Her legs were long and shapely. She looked like a model advertising for Tomoeda High school uniforms. Her face could have belonged to an angel, with large emerald eyes and chin length hair that matched Syaoran's golden brown colour. She smiled and bowed down.

"Kinomoto Sakura. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

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