Title: Stereotypical

Authoress: initialjs

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A/N: All readers, if you want to want to see how the characters of Stereotypical looks like, visit me in my website up at my account, and go to 'Exhibit', hope you like my updated website pictures drawn there! I'll try to update as much as I can!

Thank you to all reviewers:

Cherrysakura5: Did you watch Devil Beside You too? I hope you continue to read it, and please help me through the story if you liked the chapter or not!

X-Melody-x: Didn't understand what you mean as 'bare showa' but I understood 'great' and 'please write more chapters!' I sure will Melody!

S+S43v3r: Yes it is, isn't it? I'm trying to make it as interesting as I could.

Critizer101: Not sure about them warming up in 5 chapters, but definitely on the go about 'I hate you get the hell away from me' and 'I'm too good to sleep with you' attitude. Hope you continue reviewing!

Rukz: Thanks for reviewing!

Anime-boy12: Really? It's based on 'Devil Beside You'- a drama (mandarin) television show acted by singer Rainie Yang and actor Mike He. Wonder if it's a mange/anime though… adapted by the manga-writer Mitsuba Takanashi?

Sakura Panda63: Yeah, OMG- Li isn't virgin, that's probably in every girl's dreams! My dreams, at least.

- : Change seen, same point of view on character.

--- : Change point of view on character.

Summary: (Based on Devil Beside You and also with a twist of the Prince and Me) A story of a supposedly average teenage girl in Tomoeda High becomes slave because of blackmail from one of Tomoeda High's most devilish prince- Prince of China (literally). She gets tied into more than something she wouldn't want to get mixed up in.

Chapter 2: In Too Deep

Seems like each time,
I'm with you I lose my mind,
Because I'm bending over backwards to relate.
It's one thing to complain
But when you're driving me insane
Well then I think it's time that we took a break.

- Sum41

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After a few days, I already befriended some students who intended me as their instant leader. There was this English/Japanese gentleman called Eriol Hiiragizawa (or just Eli Moon, as how he calls himself), and a boy who likes telling whacky stories (can never tell if they're true or false) named Takashi Yamazaki (nicknamed as Zachary), and another boy named Clow Reed.

About my 'friends', they know me well as the future boy of the most powerful person in China and maybe spread towards the whole Asia- due to my mother and I positions.

We hang out in a rather rickety was-abandoned stucco box house now recreated and redesigned by us- taupe walls (Eriol insists on "a gentle and subtle colour", whatever that means), usual furniture like plasmas and a couch, but none too fancy (Clow acknowledges this to make it more homier, just in case we tend to sleepover there at night), and an empty picture edge only framing a piece of blank paper (Yamazaki claims that the ancient Aztec people used blank paper to ward of bad spirits, because the evil hates and is frightened of white).

All in all, the dingbat (slang for stucco box) is pretty overall a simple home.

Where I truly live, is an octagon house decorated (by my mother) in Victorian style. It really stands out comparing to those Japanese homes; it was specifically constructed in their use, too.

I tend to 'manipulate' girls, but most of them are willing to do whatever I tell them to do under my clutches, I'm not at all evil, if you understand what I mean.

That stupid love note written by that Kinomoto girl is pretty emotional and too disturbing- but considering the fact I'm not this Yukito Tsukishiro this girl is talking about, I'm not suppose to understand this language considering my devilish attribute.

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"HOE!" I cried. The windows of the penthouse Tomoyo Daidouji and I lived in was splattered with rain, I was supposed to go to school to find the letter if it was blown away on the grass near the library, and it was raining. I was dressed in a ruffled modal cami and gaucho pants, apparently of thinking to go out on a rainy day. Oh, just great.

Tomoyo was in our exquisite lime coloured kitchen, cooking up what smelled like blueberry pancakes. "Good morning Sakura," she greeted cheerfully, "Did you find your love letter yet?" She looked hopefully at me, still with those optimistic I'm-all-innocent eyes and gave me another warm and empathetic smile of hers. She's always like that. Acting as if Christmas was always coming sooner.

"No," I sighed, "I'm going to the library to see if I can find the note." Tomoyo nodded, and disappeared from the kitchen and presented me a platter of warm pancakes stacked with fresh fruits on top.

It's a great thing that Tomoyo hardly gets angry with anyone, or anything- or else no pancakes any day.

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Here I was, now clad in a much warmer attire instead of short pyjamas, and was actually glaring around the field, as if pissed off at anything that I see in my sight. Stupid Li. Stupid smirk. Stupid evil attitude in front of any one. Stupid me.

My umbrella was wrecking my day too, it flipped over whenever a strong wind blew against it, and that makes all the water going onto my face. I wiped a raindrop off of nose and sniffed horribly. A rainy Saturday with flu? This sucks. I gathered all my remaining will and stalked onto the damp grassland, all the water went into my shoes. Who was the brainless one who said: "Let's wear a pair of clogs today!" Me.

I bent down and looked around for the pink sheet on the floor. I didn't notice anybody walking up towards me. "What're you looking for?"

"Err… this let-" I looked up to see the person who asked me. A familiar boy with a handsomely gentleman look with dark grey hair and eyes hid behind round, circular glasses. Yukito? Yukito! Damn! Right in the part when my socks are drenched and my umbrella is busted, and me with a clouding aura of cantankerousness, "this lucky clover." I praise of my smartness with a quick tongue of making up lies.

"Sakura!" Yukito smiled sincerely at me, I could almost melt at the warm smile, "a lucky clover?" he then switched his beautiful face into a slightly bewildered ones. Now I insult my stupid mind of making such a dumb excuse. Now my crush'll think I'm bonkers. I nodded in a cute grin, pulling on an innocent face.

… "I'll help you look," Yukito offered. Why does he have to be so kind? If he finds the note, I'll be rejected in the worst time of my life when I'm not prepared for the insult of denunciation! "4-leaf-clover, right?"

Another nod.

We probably wasted another 5 minutes, trying to find a love note and a 4-leaf clover, and no one succeeded. 4-leaf clovers were rare; I don't blame Yukito for not succeeding. But love notes are not supposed to be dropped and found by their crush! I blame myself for plummeting it on the ground, and I also blame Li Syaoran. The dense popular jock that already gains the respect of everyone.

What's so special about Li anyways? (A/N: Note to readers, no one knows that Li is extremely powerful in political sense, except his friends.)

"Hey, Sakura?" I finally snapped out of my daze of mentally slighting about Li, and beamed at the face of Yukito. "I'm sorry I couldn't find the clover for you, and I have a lecture class in the university right now." He stopped and looked at me.

I blushed, did the make up on my face was pouring down from the rain? Wait, I didn't wear any, I hated cosmetics! What about my clothing? Did it tear? Yukito is staring at my clothing. I flushed a deeper shade of red as Yukito bent closer towards me. I didn't move. Maybe he was going to kiss me. Wait, I'm not ready for this yet! The boy reached out his hand and glazed over my shoulder, finally flicking off something off of my clothing.

"You had a bug on your shoulder." Yukito commented brightly, "Well, I've got to go. I'll say hi to Touya for you, Sakura!"

"Bye, Y-Yukito!" I shouted back at him, as I watched him disappearing at a corner he had turned. He was trying to get a bug off of me after that heart-stopping experience? What nerve!

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"Achoo!" I sneezed for the third time. Note to self: Never wear a thin cashmere elbow shirt and a pair of cotton linen pants on a rainy and cloudy Saturday morning, why? You get a very bad cold. Tomoyo came running into my cherry-blossom wallpapered room with a bottle of Robitussin and a teaspoon in her other hand. Her eyes misted up with worry.

"Are you okay, Sakura? Do you want more boxes of Kleenex? Or more sore throat candy? I can send more of my mother's guards down to the pharmacists and get more of that. Or some of the cake from the bakery you love? Huh?" Tomoyo pushed her head towards my face eagerly; she was so energetic when I was so not.

"Ugh…"

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I stared at the note, "Dear Yukito, from when it was childhood, when you came over with my brother Touya at our house, you always lit my emotion, even when my brother always called my a kaiju."

"My little descendant is gay and has a brother called Touya who enjoys calling him a monster? How sweet." Eriol laughed, shooting a dart in the one-roomed dingbat, he watched as Yamazaki came striding in with a McDonald's paper bags with burgers and fries inside. "So Syaoran, who's this Yukito you're talking about? Good-looking or no? But I'm still straight."

"Shut up," I headlock Eriol with one free hand and snapping icily, "I'm not gay, whatever you call me. This is our own little innocent student of Tomoeda High's sweetheart."

"No way!" Yamazaki dropped all the food on the table and jumped over the couch with interest, "Chiharu Mihara?"

Clow Reed randomly appeared at the door and retorted to Zachary, "Sakura Kinomoto, who else? You have a love letter, I suppose? I bet she dropped it in front of you when she meant it for this 'Yukito', and you seemed to appear there not by coincidence, but by destiny." He nodded wisely.

Eriol shuddered, "Clow, sometimes you meditate too much."

I smirked, "'Meant it for this Yukito', eh? I'm going to school early tomorrow, don't wait up for me. You can keep your limo at your rich estate, Hiiragizawa; I'm walking to school. Must conceal my popularity from the paparazzi, as how you guys know why mother and I (and my other 4 sisters) moved to this quiet small town city of Tomoeda, eh?"

"What for?" Zachary asked blankly.

I walked out the door, shaking on a slub twill forest green jacket, I didn't answer him.

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I awoke on Monday feeling a lot better for school, and Tomoyo peeked her head in, "I made breakfast Sakura! I have early choir practice, so I need to hurry up." She beamed politely at me, dressed in her own blueprint-designed dress styled in a blue print empire dress in a paisley blue. "I'm taken limo, wouldn't want to be late."

"I'll come with you." I mumbled, stretching and changing into brown solid terry hoodie dress with a pair of beige pants underneath, "what's the time?"

Tomoyo blissfully responded, "7:50 AM!" She cheered. I almost fainted, that early? School started at 8:40, I had more than 30 minutes to waste, and here I am, back in reality. My eyes bugged out at the time, and were still eating breakfast in a fast rate in order to not disappoint my friend when I told her I'll come with her. But seriously, who would be at the school at this time besides Tomoyo? Tomoyo Daidouji, the only girl in class with a record of being never late but too early.

I had to admit; I loved riding in Tomoyo's black limo with leather seating and a mini fridge indoor. A gigantic plasma television was viewing all the videoing Tomoyo had did on me, much to her inspiration in all her creations.

Waving at Tomoyo, I watched her skipping (sometimes, she's so blissful that it scares me) to an empty music classroom. I turned and decided to walk around school just for the heck of it.

I bumped into someone on the way around.

(A/N: Done! Please read and review! Cliffhanger!)

(A/N: I lied! Just a few more lines until the real end of the chapter!)

"L-Li?" I stuttered. Yes, the gorgeous ochre eyes belonged to the all the rage bad boy in Tomoeda High. He was no doubt the hottest boy in class, hanging out with the other attractive boys, and attracting the other stunning girls who knows about their beauty too well.

"It's nice to know I'm known." He answered, smirking charmingly at me. Yukito's smile made me melt, but Li's made me burn right through the floor! Wait, Kinomoto? What are you saying? Li Syaoran is the most stuck up, mean, rudest, foulest, brusquely, blissful, amazing, striking, gorgeous boy I've ever seen in my life! Damn, what the hell? Why am I saying words from terrible to wonderful?

Syaoran looked at my eyes, "I believe this is yours?" He lifted an envelope with Yukito and my initials labelled on the front; I knew this love letter all too well. I nodded- maybe Li isn't that bad after all.

I reached in for it, but Li's tall height (6'3 feet at the age of 18 is quite amazing) gave him an advantage. He raised the letter coolly and raised an eyebrow at her, "You thought I've come to school this early just to give you this letter? Newsflash, Kinomoto, I'm not that kind of guy." He growled.

"What…?"

"Actually, I have a proposition for you."

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