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Her Secret Past

Chapter 1

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Tomoyo entered her classroom with a smile, she scanned the room, looking for a particular golden haired girl. She spotted her seating on her seat by the window, she sighed. She walked towards her table with a smile as she greeted her best friend.

"Good morning, Sakura." She said cheerfully.

No response.

Tomoyo frowned; she still hadn't gotten used to this reaction of Sakura, her empty eyes, her beautiful face which remained expressionless... Even though it was almost a year since she was like this… Almost a year since she felt like she lost her cheerful best friend...

As Tomoyo silently took out her books, the bell rang. Their homeroom teacher entered the room and looked around checking if the whole class was present. Her eyes rested on Sakura as she saw her looking outside the window, an empty expression across her face, and she sighed. "Class Rep," she called gently.

Sakura looked up slowly as if she just realized where she was, "Hai, sensei?" She replied.

The teacher tried her best to erase the worry that was beginning to show on her face as she spoke, "We're having a new student in our class," announced the teacher "I'll have you in charge of him, class rep." Sakura nodded lifelessly.

Although Sakura lacked the response or enthusiasm, the whole class became full of excitement, especially the girls. A new student at the middle of the school year rarely happens, and from what the teacher had been saying, it's a boy!

"Please come in," motioned the teacher.

The new student entered the classroom full of confidence. The whole class became silent immediately and some even gasped in surprise. The whole excitement disappeared and the teacher knew the reason why.

"Class, I want you to meet Syaoran Li, he came from Hong Kong, I expect you all to be nice to him. I hope you won't give him a hard time, his Japanese might not be as proficient but please, don't give him a hard time." She emphasized.

Then a response that they never expected suddenly came. The lifeless Sakura suddenly gasped as she took the first look at the new student. Her eyes widen as she sat frozen on her seat. The class stayed silent. They didn't know whether they should feel relieved that their friend began to show emotions again, or be sad, because this might start her pain all over again.

Sakura continued to stared at the boy in front of the class, was she dreaming?

No way, it couldn't be. Of course not, the name is different. This is a completely different person. But, there was far too much similarity. The way he carried his bag over his shoulder, the way he ties his necktie a little bit loosely… Sakura felt the hole inside of her opening up again, the numbness is starting to disappear. And his eyes are the same…

"Morning," The new boy greeted, his voice full of confidence. "I'm Syaoran Li, nice to meet you all. Please call me Syaoran and be free to ask me anything too." He grinned at the whole class.

Even the way he talks. . . and his voice. . .

The class realized continued to stare at Syaoran with in-explainable awe. Some began glancing at Sakura worriedly. This was the exact same introduction he had given the whole class. It was déjà vu, like history trying to repeat itself.

The teacher didn't pay too much attention at the class' lack of response. "Well, if I remember correctly, we have a spare seat in this class…" The teacher didn't have to look around the room to know where the spare chair was placed. The class already also knew where he would be seated. "There, behind our class rep."

Calm down. . . It's not the same. . . The past is the past. . .

As Syaoran walked across the room, the class began retracing the exact same moment in the past; the boy would sit behind Sakura and ask her the same questions he asked.

"Hi, I'm Syaoran, you're the class rep right? I'm looking forward to be under your guidance." He said cheerfully, he extended his hand for her to shake.

Sakura ignored it.

When Syaoran realized that his hand was just going to meet the cool air, he pulled it back with a chuckle. "We're going to get along."

Sakura felt a stab in her chest.

Stop repeating his words. . . With the same voice. . . Stop talking to me! Instead of saying the words aloud she just nodded lightly in his direction.

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"Hey man,"

Syaoran grinned at a classmate of his. Even though it was just his first day, Syaoran had adjusted well and he made a lot of new friends. He didn't need to exert much effort to make new friends since his charisma seems to be a part of who he is. An easy-going and cheerful person, someone who was approachable. People were easily drawn to him.

"The guys were hoping to tour you to the clubs, but we're really sorry we can't. There's a club meeting going on, and it's urgent because the Winter Festival is coming up." His classmate apologized.

Syaoran shook his head, "It's okay. I gotta get home immediately. My mother won't be able to wait for me to tell her of my day." He chuckled.

The guys who surrounded Syaoran's table laughed. Syaoran had to send them off cheerfully for a few more times before they left, still apologetic to the new student.

Tomoyo had been watching.

She shook her head to herself. They guys grew comfortable with him in an instant, it might be because he was too much like him. Either that, or it was just Syaoran himself.

Then she stood up from her seat and left her best friend, she approached Syaoran with a kind smile. "Hello, I'm Tomoyo Daidouji," She introduced herself in a friendly manner. "I'm the class representative's, best friend." She gestured to Sakura, who was scrawling on her notebook. "How was your first day?" She asked.

"Great," He grinned, "Everyone's cool, they've been nice. Better than I expected, not that I was hoping for something bad," He chuckled.

Tomoyo couldn't help but giggle. It was easy to like this person. "Well then, I hope Japan is a good place for you to stay. I'm sorry I wasn't able to accompany my classmates in touring you around the school."

Syaoran shook his head as he laughed, "No, it's fine. It was a little embarrassing, walking around the school with a big crowd. Enough to make it seem like a commotion is going on."

"They were just excited."

"It seems so." He chuckled. "I know the feeling. Like a new specie had just joined in."

Well, he seems to be kind. . . Thought Tomoyo, Maybe he's not bad for Sakura. . . She glanced at her best friend who had begun to space out again. Or maybe not. . .

"Do you want me to tour you on the clubs?" Tomoyo asked courteously.

Syaoran cocked his head to the side, his expression confused. "I don't mean to be rude, but I've been wondering for a while now. Isn't taking care of the new student the class representative's job?" He asked, gesturing to Sakura, who seemed to have her own world.

Tomoyo sighed, "Yes. It is."

"She doesn't like me." Syaoran guessed.

Tomoyo jerked in surprise at his sudden assumption, which sounded so sure. "No! No, it's not that. It's just that she's going through something rough right now. I assure you that that Sakura isn't the usual Sakura."

"So her name's Sakura?"

"Yes." Tomoyo smiled, "Sakura Kinomoto."

Syaoran nodded, "Well, I guess I understand. It's hard to mingle if you're going through something. And from the looks of it, she's going through something unbearable." He said softly.

Tomoyo nodded, "You have no idea."

Syaoran shook his head, he instantly returned to a smile, "So then, please tour me around!" He said cheerfully.

Tomoyo gave him a thankful look since he didn't press the matter any further like any other person would.

"I hope you won't be bothered too much by Sakura's behavior." Said Tomoyo, as she led him down the staircase of the school towards the club rooms.

"It's okay." Syaoran assured her. "I saw it in her eyes."

"Her eyes?" Tomoyo asked curiously.

Syaoran nodded. "Our eyes met when I introduced myself. She had that tortured look in her eyes." Then he looked at Tomoyo as he paused from his steps. "I don't know who to ask, or if anybody will even answer me seriously... but I'm hoping you will, Daidouji-san."

"What is it?"

"Did I do anything wrong? When I entered the classroom, the reaction and atmosphere of the class instantly changed. I heard the reactions before I entered the classroom, but when I stepped in..."

Tomoyo shook her head, "No, it's not you. We were all just surprised. You're actually good-looking." Tomoyo smiled.

Syaoran blushed a bit as he scratched his cheek. "Th—Thanks." He said, obviously embarrassed.

As Tomoyo watched Syaoran, she couldn't help herself. "I have a favor," She suddenly said.

"First task of the newcomer?" Syaoran grinned.

Tomoyo giggled. "You'd be doing the whole class a favor."

"Sure, what is it?" He asked, curious as to what he has to do.

"Can you be a friend to Sakura?"

"Eh?"

Tomoyo smiled softly, "We can't reach her. We've been trying to reach her for almost a year now. And the reaction she showed when you entered the room was the first emotion she showed ever since she fell into that state." Her eyes turned sad as a frown emerged from her lips.

"I— I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to help. I barely know her." He said apologetically.

Tomoyo shook her head, "Maybe that's what she need. Someone who doesn't know what she went through."

"Starting anew."

"Exactly." Tomoyo agreed. "All of us were affected with what happened, but it was Sakura who got affected the most..."

"This event that happened. . ."

Tomoyo looked at Syaoran with deep sadness, "We lost a classmate. He was someone precious to her."

"Oh." Syaoran was speechless.

"And..." Tomoyo hesitated, No, Sakura really needs this. "You're exactly like him."

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