Chapter 1: Trouble Brewing

"I can't believe you can still blow that small task!"

"Well, please accept my apologies for I'm not fluent, don't speak nor do I understand GIBBERISH!"

Two teenagers screamed at each other, panting after their outbursts at each other. Hatred was evident in their eyes. They were oblivious of their numerous spectators and the fire that erupted from their obviously failed experiment.

"Shut up, Kinomoto! How could you not hear me properly? When did you last clean your ears huh? Sixteen years ago?" the boy with amber eyes yelled at the girl in front of him. The emerald-orbed girl narrowed her eyes at the fuming chestnut-haired boy.

"Number one, Li," Sakura said, seething with limitless anger, "I clean my ears moderately unlike SOMEONE over there. Number two, how could I hear you properly when you keep on grunting like an oversized baboon? And lastly, I'M JUST FIFTEEN, IDIOT! GET YOUR FACTS STRAIGHT BEFORE YOU LASH OUT YOUR USELESS ANGER AT ME!"

"I was not grunting!" Syaoran defended himself indignantly.

"So you do admit that you were talking gibberish!"

"I am not, idiot!"

"Yes you were, jerk!"

"Gluttonous pig!"

"Immature oaf!"

"Conniving little freak!"

"Pea brain!"

"That is enough! My god, I have never seen my students act like little five year olds in my entire teaching career!" Yamato-sensei cried out at the two. "Look at the damage you just did in this lab!"

And what a damage it was. Chairs were turned over and several beakers and flasks were shattered. The rest of the class took the liberty to stay at one end of the messy laboratory as they watched the unfolding scenario cautiously.

The teacher was standing in front of their other classmates and pointed at the smoldering fire beside them. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't give you detention for this absurd mess that you made, as well as the fire that you just created."

Suddenly, as if to make matters worse, the fire took hold of the remaining chemicals surrounding it, creating an even larger ball of flames. And as Science would have it, the smoke from the inferno rose up, triggering the sprinkler system in the room. And of course, the inevitable happened. Water began to pour down the room, soaking everyone in it.

Everyone stood there silently as they listened to the fire alarm ringing throughout the whole school and the shrill screams erupting outside. They could also hear the intercom burst to life as their principal spoke in it frantically. "Students of Tomoeda High please exit the school calmly and listen to your respective teachers. Remember the fire drills we practiced!"

Someone cleared their throat, making everyone to give their undivided attention to the speaker. Sakura laughed nervously and faced Yamato-sensei. "W-well, at least the fire's out," she squeaked at him.

Yamato-sensei sighed and looked at the duo. "Principal's office. Now," he said with a no-nonsense tone.

The ticking clock was one of the sounds heard in the spacious room. A middle-aged woman was sitting in a big executive chair, tapping her pen on the sleek table filled with piled up papers and numerous brown folders and envelopes. She sighed as put down the pen, took off the glasses she was wearing and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"Well then, will someone care to explain to me what in blue blazes happened?" the principal asked, staring at them intently with her tired hazel eyes. The two teenagers—who were currently glaring their heads off at each other—stopped and looked at the principal with blinking eyes. Finally processing what the elderly woman said, they said the first thing that popped into their minds.

"He/She started it!" they both screamed, pointing at each other. They glared at each other again and began to do what they did best: name-calling.

"You annoying Chinese freak! You started it!" Sakura argued with her companion.

"Excuse me? It wasn't my fault that your incompetent brain couldn't work properly!" Syaoran spat back.

"Shut up, imbecile!"

"I could just kill you right now."

"Rot in hell, you no good excuse of a partner!"

"You look just like Cruella De Vil with all of her ugly glory—"

"Oh? If I'm a banshee, then what are you? A CHIMPANZEE?"

"Stop fighting!" the principal shouted at them, standing up from her chair. Both teens lowered their heads and murmured, "Sorry, Daisuke-sensei."

The principal rubbed her temples and glared at the two students in front of her. "This is the fourth time you met me for just this week! The last time you came here was because you two started a food fight, and now you blew up the laboratory!"

"Daisuke-sensei," Sakura said calmly. "I would like to defend that if Li Syaoran spoke in the language that every human could understand instead of gibberish or even the language of grunting, then nothing like this would ever happen."

"What the hell—"

"You know what? I DON'T CARE. I can't take it anymore, seeing both of you here every single day and hearing your spats all the time. One more word of name-calling from you two and I will call your parents!" the stressed woman shouted, pointing at Sakura and Syaoran with her wrinkled finger.

"You two are going to get detention for the next two weeks, NO EXEPTIONS," she said firmly when she saw that they were about to retort back. "Just think that the detention's all for your bonding time."

Both students scowled and looked at the other direction. Daisuke-sensei groaned inwardly. Who said that being a principal was an easy job? Obviously they never tried to handle Tomoeda High, along with its special package. And with the 'special package', it referred to their delinquent students who seemed to think that the area was a warzone. And the boards of directors even gave me a look of disapproval when I said that I wanted to resign, she thought grudgingly.

'If you can't handle even a bunch of students who are vying for attention, then why become a teacher in the first place?' she made a rough imitation of what the board said to her in her mind. 'Besides, I'm sure they'll act like civilized people soon after their stage of rebellion. After all, we are talking about teenagers here.'

Teenagers my ass, she thought angrily. They may as well be a pack of lions, fighting for a piece of territory!

"You can start your 'bonding time' by cleaning the laboratory at dismissal. On. Your. Own." The principal felt satisfied when she saw Sakura gape at her and Syaoran's eyes widening, a sign that he was about to retort back.

"Yes, Mr. Li? Is there anything you want to say?" Daisuke-sensei said serenely.

Syaoran sat up straight and looked her straight in the eye. "Daisuke-sensei," Syaoran started. "With all due respect, the laboratory is HUGE. We can't possibly be able to clean the whole lab by the end of the day. You don't want to see two children on the verge of death just from cleaning the lab, would you? It would give Tomoeda High a bad reputation, if you ask me."

The principal considered this. What Syaoran said was right, after all. Their parents may as well sue the school and then the board of directors would get her head for it. Oh, the turn of events could go on with just that simple punishment.

"Okay then, you can ask some help from your friends. But you two are still going to get your detention for the next two weeks," the calm principal compromised with her student who is going to lead his clan to prosperity in the future.

"Deal."

"Well then, I see that we're finished here. Mr. Li, Ms. Kinomoto, you may leave my office now. Don't forget about your cleaning duties as well as your two-week detention," Daisuke-sensei said as she fixed her papers. The two teenagers stood up stiffly, going towards the door behind them and exited silently.

When to door clicked shut, Sakura walked briskly away from her Chemistry partner. Syaoran raised his eyebrows and within a few strides, he was walking in step with the emerald-eyed teen. Silence became their companion as they headed towards the cafeteria.

"Well? I'm waiting," Syaoran said, breaking the silence.

Sakura gave him a dull look. "Waiting for what?" she asked nonchalantly.

"I just saved your arse back in there."

Now that statement made Sakura stop on her tracks. Syaoran continued on walking leisurely and looked behind his shoulder. He stopped when he saw Sakura looked at him with shock and disgust. By that time they were already a few steps away from their destination.

"Excuse me? My 'arse' did not need saving, idiot," Sakura retorted.

"Oh sure. Like gaping like a goldfish was going to save us back there," Syaoran said sarcastically. "Face it, you needed me back there. And now, all I'm asking in return is a simple 'thank you' from you."

Sakura scowled at him. 'He is such an arrogant, self-centered bastard!' Sakura thought angrily. 'What I would do just so I could wipe off that smirk from his hand—I mean ugly, yeah that's right—ugly face.'

As fast as the scowl appeared on Sakura's face, a smile replaced it. She walked towards him, making Syaoran uneasy. The smile was sweet, too sweet for his comfort. There was something about it that screamed 'DANGER! YOUR NEMESIS IS UP TO SOMETHING!'

Sakura smiled even more brightly and took a deep breath. "Syaoran…" she started to say. Syaoran dismissed the alarm in his head. Smirking down at her, he saw that Sakura's expression changed from smiling to anger. She raised her foot and stomped and grinded his foot with her left heel… hard.

Syaoran screamed in pain, jumping on his right foot as he nursed his injured one. "GO TO HELL, BIRDBRAIN!" she screamed at him as she huffed, leaving him in her dust as she entered the cafeteria with a bang, where the rest of the student body was looking at the door curiously when they heard the scream. The doors slammed shut, leaving the poor boy outside cursing the Amazon-like woman.

And with that, Tomoeda High had become an official warzone.

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A/N: Meow! This is my first story. I hoped that you enjoyed it! :) Please comment so that I can work on it. Thanks! :)