Hello, hello little people! How do you fare this fine autumn day? I fare FREEZING… I need to start wearing a jacket --; ANYwhooooo…. WHOA… I have… -counts- 1… 765… 93… 4 I have… FOUR? WHOA! I have FOUR reviews! –feels special- okay, so four is a measly number… I've never had a real review b4 (no offence crackers, but I KNOW you, so it doesn't count) and… -sniffle- I feel special
Wanna know something cool? Okay… so it's not cool… but still! I write my stories during my classes… so I might not be able to update very quickly… so … P to you
Anyways… let me see… let me see…. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah… well anyways… DUH DUH DUH… I … am a sick person… this fic was ALMOST… an incest thingy 'cause I couldn't figure out a way to work out some things… but! The amazing crackers saved me! So no incest…. –shudders- blargh…
ANYwho… on with the ficcy! I hope you all enjoy it!
WHOA! HOLD UP! I have… FIVE reviews… I just another! oh yeah! I feel SPECIAL TONIGHT! –does a dance- uh huh, nuh nuh, uh huh, nuh nuh! –sees readers getting mad- Uh… sorry… got kind of carried away.. Okay… well... On with my story!
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Reviews
Adilee Sakura: I love my ficcy too! I'm writing it… right now!
SaKuRa-MIna: I know! That teacher is the spawn of HELL! Of Hell! and yeah, isn't Syaoran's timing just great? Thanks for all the compliemts ; I can just feel my ego inflating.
sweet-captor: I'm glad you think it's kawaii, 'cause i think so too ! ;
kikakai: I loved the nice ass part, I'm not sure where I got that from, I just threw it in… shows you how deep and non-shallow Syaoran is right? Lol ;
Thank you all for the reviews!
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Initial Beginning
"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
/.../ Inner Thoughts
…you look like a monkey A/N's
Disclaimer: I still don't own CCS…
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Find Hope
Chapter Two…
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A breeze blew swiftly past Sakura, leaving her shivering in her thin shirt. 'I just had to wear the thinnest shirt possible today, huh? And it just had to not have a left arm too.' She sighed, 'the things I do for fashion! It's so cold out now… much colder than yesterday. I'll have to start wearing a jacket again.' Her thoughts went on drearily as her eyes scanned the overcast sky above.
'Boy, the weather sure can change fast around here! At least it was nicer during class.' She smiled at this thought, and then shivered, hugging her arms tightly around herself, trying to stay warm as the harsh wind blew against her yet again. 'Great, now I have to go past that yard of graves again.'
'Cemetery. It's called a cemetery…. It's so sad… and scary… what if there are ghosts in there?' She shivered and ran her hand over the hedgerows, and shivered again as the springy, green foliage bounced her arm up and down, sending vibrations trickling through it. She began to slow down as she passed a certain gravestone… She always slowed down here. 'Mama…I miss you.' She blinked back tears and looked down at her arms, trying to keep hold of her emotions. She caught sight of her watch.
"Damn it!" she swore, her eyes flying open in shock, "I'm going to be late!" She began yelling out loud to no one, trying to vent her frustrations out into the air. She quickly realizedthat yelling was not going to help her get back to the house any faster. She sprinted away from the graves screaming. In her head, she thought, 'bye, Mama, I'll be back later!' Her feet pounded against the concrete, her legs pumping fast. Soon she was in front of her house, panting heavily, and ready to keel over.
"'Ello," she called out as she entered the house, "Step-Papa? I'm home!" Glancing at her watch, she sighed in relief, 'I'm not late! But where is Step-Papa? He's always here when I get home. He always checks if I come in on time. Never misses a chance to hand down a punishment.' Where on earth could he be? She jogged down the back staircase, heading for the garage.
'Fuck…' There was no car in the garage. No sign of the shiny silver Mercedes her stepfather loved. No sign of that red Jaguar either. 'Where could he be?' She began to feel a little light-headed. 'Could it be? Could he have left me?' She sat down on the steps, her head in her hands, a whimsical smile playing on her lips. 'Or, better yet, could he have handed himself over? Or, even better, could he have died?' Her mind raced around happily showing her images of her stepfather's body, mutilated and burnt. 'Oh crap, I totally forgot about what he said yesterday… He's coming home late today….'
Growling, she stomped up the stairs and into the kitchen. 'Great, I could have stayed at school and talked to Tomoyo but nooooo, my stupid brain had to forget!' She vented her anger out on the kitchen appliances, kicking and scratching at their hard, shiny, veneered surfaces. She turned and faced the stove, trying to direct her thoughts to something more pleasant.
'Hmm…' she thought, 'I wonder what Florence, or Ms. Marks as Step-Papa says, made for us today? She always makes such great food. And she cleans well too. Way better than I ever could.' She lifted the lid of one of the pots on the stove and breathed in the aroma. 'Mmm… Noodles! My favourite flavour too!' She sloshed a large helping into a bowl and grabbed a comic from the counter.
'I better take advantage of this miraculous day! A whole day without Step-Papa! C'est un miracle!' She danced around the table, laughing.
'Just me, my comic and my wonderful bowl of soup today then, I suppose,' she thought merrily as she plopped down into a chair. 'This must be what heaven feels like!' She lifted a spoonful of noodles to her lips and opened the comic.
"Koshi, oh poor, Koshi! Do you not understand that there are better women to love?" She spoke out loud to no one, revelling in the fact that she had the house to herself. 'Until that weirdo shows up.' She sighed. 'I wonder who'll come first him, or my delightful stepfather? Blargh, I shouldn't let them ruin my day, back to Koshi!' She settled back down and began to slurp at her noodles. Soon totally engrossed in the hilarious antics of Koshi and company.
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Lucky Sakura; as she devoured both her noodles and the antics of Koshi, Syaoran was slamming his way through the streets in his car, very angered.'Could that accident have been any more stupid?' thought Syaoran to himself. 'It was a fender bender! How is anyone supposed to get home on time if they have to be a witness to a fender bender! You couldn't even see adent, if there was one.' He pulled the car up the driveway and into the two-car garage. He got out of his red Jaguar and slammed the door shut.
'Man, what is up with the people in this town? Back where I come from, no one would have even noticed that! But here, they have to stop all the traffic and get down insurance numbera and get accounts from all of the witnesses!' He stomped up the stairs, unlocked the door and slammed it shut behind him.
'Nerds! What was their problem? Haven't they ever been in an accident before? Then again, that wasn't even big enough to be called an accident; that guy just prodded the car in front of him and suddenly, everything stopws like it was a three car pile up!' He growled and sniffed at the air.
'Oh…. What have we here? Smells like… noodles?' He followed the scent of the noodles to the kitchen, where he caught sight of Sakura slurping away at a bowl of those… delicious smelling noodles…. He felt a bit of drool drip from his mouth as he watched her suck up some of the noodles.
'Pathetic!' he said to himself, 'drooling! I haven't drooled since I was three! I will not let a girl make me drool, no matter how pretty she is.' He narrowed his eyes at her, as though it was her fault that he had been slobbering.
'Queer… did I just say I wouldn't let a girl make me drool?' His eyes widened and his thoughts dashed about in his head. 'She didn't make me drool! It was the noodles! Yeah! The noodles! They're so yummy… I love the way she just slurps her noodles…. What? No! Shut up! Must think of noodles! I will not think of her!
'Right…When pigs fly…. Okay… so she is pretty…. Very pretty… and she has a nice ass… and a nice body… and she looks so… cute , no, not cute, beautiful, she looks beautiful. Okay Li, get ready! Astound her with your amazing speech skills! Show her you're an intellectual! Grab her attention! Do something! You can't just stand there looking at her!'
"So, are there anymore noodles?" He blushed furiously, 'Oh yeah Li, you totally astounded her with your intellectual powers of speech! Why isn't she moving? Is she dead?' He stared at her, noticing that her spoon was midway in the air, frozen, as if she was about to eat the noodles, but had changed her mind.
There was a brief pause as she pulled the spoon to her mouth and flipped a page of her comic. Her eyes not leaving the pages, she grunted affirmatively, "Emph." Then she continued on with her meal as though nothing had happened.
"Uh… thanks!" said Syaoran lamely. 'Oh yeah, that was a great response! Totally! You're blowing her away, I can tell! NOT! Get a grip Li!' He still leaned against the wall, thinking of what to say.
"Very sorry to interrupt your meal again, but where are the noodles?" There, he had said something. He watched her slowly flip another page and set down the comic.
'Where is she going?' He began to watch her again as she got up slowly and walked towards the stove. 'Nice ass… NO! Must… not… look!' He focussed his attention back onto her. 'Pay attention!' She took the lid off a pot and began to spoon some noodles into a bowl. She grabbed a spoon from a cupboard and stuck it in the bowl.
"Xiao-Lang," she called out, her back to him, "this is yours." She stood there with her back turned for a minute. "Well, aren't you going to take it?" She turned around, "Or do you think I went mental and poisoned it?"
"Zany," he replied as he walked over to her and grabbed the bowl. 'Damn, what if she did poison me?' "You're zany, not mental. Thanks… erhm…."
"Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because, uh, I… well… you see…" 'Uh, why am I looking at her? I'm making it so obvious! But, she's so pretty… how can I not stare?' "Uh… How did you know my other name?" 'Nice save! '
"'Cause Iheard itlast night."
"Did you? I see… well, I have to go and um, eat this great food! It smells delicious!" He smiled at her, expecting her to be complimented.
"Euh, that's 'cause Florence made it. She makes most of the food around here."
"Florence? Who's Florence?"
"Gees, don't you know? She's our part-time helper. She comes in around ten, does the laundry, some general cleaning and prepares a light snack for us after school. Then she goes off to spend time with her kid, Timmy, he's adorable!"
"Hey, that's interesting! I didn't know we had a maid."
"Ignorant people call Florence a maid." She scowled at him and sat down at the table again. "She is a helper."
"Just calm down a sec, okay? It's not my fault I don't know the difference between a maid and a helper." He sat down next to her and started to eat his noodles. "She makes good soup."
"Koshi is an interesting dude, don't you think?"
'La...what? Did she just say Koshi? Who on earth is Koshi?' "Euh, who's Koshi?"
"Meh? You don't know who Koshi is?" Sakura's eyes bugged out.
"Nope. So, who is he? Your boyfriend?" Syaoran felt very tense all of a sudden. He sucked up a lot of noodles and chewed vigorously.
"Okay… so you really don't know who Koshi is. Weird." She slurped up the last of her noodles as he watched her. Swiftly, she got up and placed her bowl and spoon in the sink and walked out of the kitchen.
'Polite… that's one thing you can't say about her. She's very impolite. Rude even.' Syaoran slurped up the rest of his noodles in peace. 'She obviously doesn't want me to talk to her.' He placed his own bowl and spoon into the sink and walked out of the kitchen and into his room. 'I guess I'll just do my homework.'
/Right, sure you will. You know you're not going to be able to concentrate until you figure out who that Koshi guy is. Face it, you're jealous!/ 'JEALOUS? Shut up brain! I never get jealous! Especially over something as dumb as whether Sakura has a boyfriend or not! I'm going to do my homework now, so you better start thinking algebra!'/Sorry!/
Syaoran pulled out his algebra and started to jot down numbers and variables. But his mind wasn't totally focused. A part of him of still thinking about Sakura and who on earth that Koshi guy could be.
"That Koshi can't really be her boyfriend… can he?"
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'Ugly,' thought Sakura as she lay on her bed on the other side of the house.
'Very ugly.' She squeezed her eyes shut, tying to remove his face from her view, but it kept popping back. 'He's as ugly as a baboon. A big, lummox of a baboon. A big, brown, shaggy haired, sweet, chocolaty brown-eyed, demi-god with a smile that makes me feel so-'
"WHY?" She screamed into her pillow. 'Why do I have to keep seeing him? That stupid Syaoran, how dare he enter my thoughts!'
"Xiao-Lang…," she murmured into her pillow. 'Why are you taunting me? I tried to show you that I didn't want to talk, but no, you didn't pay attention! Why are you here? Why did Step-Papa let you in here? Oh… I remember….' She sat up on her bed and stared out the window. 'I think I know why you're here.' She sighed. 'I remember how my Papa died. I remember how Mama was so sad. I remember how Step-Papa came.
'You made her so happy Step-Papa, even to her last dying day. For that I am grateful… but for everything you have put me through, I curse you. I wish you'd rot in hell. I wish you'd go back to where we first saw you, back when I was only seven. I almost wish Mama had never seen you, but you brought such happiness into her life… and mine too, at first…. But look at what you've done. Look at what you've made me become.' She stared off into the overcast sky and noticed the rain droplets beginning to fall. 'I remember when I first saw you… the first word you said was…'
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Did you notice all the paragraphs are in alphabetical order? took forever… I've been typing/laughing/thinking/chatting/eating for about O.o two, three hours now! . the pain I must endure to create these fanfix… -sigh- Oh well, I like it
I hope you all like the new chapter.
Anywho, READ and REVIEW! Or I shall BITE YOU!
Adilee Sakura: I love my ficcy too! I'm writing it… right now!
SaKuRa-MIna: I know! That teacher is the spawn of HELL! Of Hell! and yeah, isn't Syaoran's timing just great? Thanks for all the compliemts ; I can just feel my ego inflating.
sweet-captor: I'm glad you think it's kawaii, 'cause i think so too ! ;
kikakai: I loved the nice ass part, I'm not sure where I got that from, I just threw it in… shows you how deep and non-shallow Syaoran is right? Lol ;
Thank you all for the reviews!
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The above was edited as much as possible without taking away from the original idea. Oh, how do I love thee export?
As for the A/N's, I will try to keep them as original as possible, no matter how stupid or goofy or immature or incredibly fucked up they make me sound. I must save the remnants of my childhood and my stupidity. Recall that this was written when Iwhen I was younger. Much younger than I am now. At least, that's what happened with this chapter.
Thanks for reading,
Your mom, or Nish-Nish. Whichever you prefer. )