MISUNDERSTOOD

Chapter 2: Score!

THE 'I LOVE SYAORAN LI' FANSITE

SYAORAN LI - ABOUT

Name: Li Xiao Lang

Nationality: Chinese

Nickname: Super Duper Hottie of the Year, Absolutely Sexy and Gorgeous Man, THE Sex, The Greatest and Best and Most Handsome Actor Ever, Little Muffinkinz, The God of All Things Sexy, Number One Most Attractive Man In The Whole of Our Universe AKA The Milky Way, aaaaaaaaand Little Wolf.

Age: 22

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Amber eyes stared into angry emerald orbs until the man decided to roll his eyes, breaking the contact.

"Hey, Eriol. This kid over here just said the funniest thing I've heard so far today."

That instantly got Sakura's temper up again.

As in, WAAAAAAY up.

"KID? KIIID? MEEEEE? FUNNY?"

"Well," the man said, making himself comfortable at a nearby sofa, "at least you're not deaf."

Eriol and Tomoyo glanced at each other nervously before looking back at the scene. Sakura, red in the face with fury, marched over to the man and put her hands on her hips.

"THAT'S MY SEAT YOU'RE SITTING ON!"

"Yeowch. That's my ear you're screaming into."

Sakukra grabbed a nearby pillow and buried her face in to it, screaming. Thankfully, the muffling helped.

"SAKURA!"

"WHAT?"

"YOUR MAKE UP!"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Sakura wailed, stomping her feet and pointing at the man, who looked quite amused. "IT'S HIS! HE WAS THE ONE WHO BARGED IN ON ME AND KNOCKED ME OVER! HE'S THE ONE WHO'S SITTING IN MY SEAT! TOMOYO, MAKE HIM GO AWAAAAAAAY!"

The man, presumed to be Syaoran, chuckled. "You ruined your make up and you blame me for it?"

Sakura fumed, clenching her fists tightly. How dare he! He thinks he's all-that, that conceited, cocky, annoying, cute, handsome, hot, BUT FRIKKIN' IRRITATING … PERSON!

Yes that's right, he's a hottie! Duh. About time you noticed that, Sakura.

So, anyway.

How dare he just CHARGE in here without permission! Who does he think he is, the emporer? God? A superstar?

Heh. If you only knew, Sakura…

Eriol coughed and nervously glanced between them both, Sakura's furious expression and Syaoran's oh-so-calm-and-cool expression, amber eyes twinkling with amusement while emerald orbs sparked with fury. "Uh… would you like a cup of tea?"

"NO!"

"Lemonade?"

"NO!"

"Orange juice?"

"NO!"

"Then, um… what do you want?"

Biting her tongue, Sakura managed to scream out, "GET HIM OUT OF HERE! I NEED TO CHANGE!"

"You've already changed," Tomoyo said helpfully, scratching her head. "Have I forgotten something, then?"

"I – you – he – ARRRRGGH!" With a last scream of rage, Sakura stomped past Syaoran, accidentally-on-purpose stomping on his foot several times (seven, just in case you're curious), and slammed the door behind her.

Syaoran winced a bit.

A LITTLE BIT! A TINY BIT! What d'you think, a MANLY MAN like SYAORAN LI yelling and howling in PAIN? NOO! NOT a MANLY MAN like SYAORAN!

"Nice friend you got there," he commented drily, pouring himself a glass of water. "Did you see her acting skills? 'Who the hell are you?' HA. Everyone in Asia knows who I am. You should get her in some auditions, she's a great actress, I'm sure she'll get in a lot of –"

"Syaoran," Tomoyo twitched nervously, shifting her feet around, "that's the lady you'll be tutoring."

"So, yanno man, watch out for the temper, I hear from her brother that her stomps are quite –"

"Wait," Syaoran frowned, cutting Eriol's warning off, "that KID is gonna be who I'm tutoring?"

"Yes," Tomoyo huffed, "and she's not a KID. She's seventeen years old and –"

"Last time I checked, all seventeen year olds know who I am. Why doesn't she?"

Eriol growled, throwing a coat hanger at him. "Do you EVER listen?"

"Ow! And no."

"Eh. Point taken."

"Syaoran," Tomoyo tried tiredly, rubbing her temples, "she really doesn't know who you are. She moved to America when she was two, came back to Japan to study third and fourth grade, moved to France when she was ten, and only came back this summer. A few weeks ago, in fact."

"Why?"

"Her dad's job."

Massaging his foot, Syaoran's eyebrows narrowed suspiciously. "Now that's a good story. Eriol, while you're busy getting Sakura Kinomoto her auditions, try having Tomoyo write a few scripts and send them to some nearby publisher, that girl's got –"

Another coat hanger. "OUCH!"

"Whoops, sorry, thought it was a pillow," Eriol drawled lazily. "Nobody's making this up, Syaoran. Face it: You're tutoring someone who doesn't know who the hell you are."

"HAHAHAHAHA yeah right."

Glaring at him, Tomoyo slumped into a nearby beanbag and threw the mascara bottle at him, hitting him squarely in the middle of his forehead.

"OW!"

"Sorry, it was an accident."

"Hell yeah it was."

"She really doesn't know who you are."

"Prove it."

Meeting Syaoran's glare with her own, Tomoyo marched out of the room. She returned a few seconds later, tugging a VERY unwilling Sakura behind her, who continued her protests.

"NO! NO, I WON'T! I'M NOT GOING TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM WITH SOME COCKY RETARD WHO THINKS JUST BECAUSE HE''S –"

"I'm what?" Syaoran smirked, looking at the struggling girl. "Go on."

Sakura flushed furiously. From embarrassment and anger. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

"Ow. Eriol, never mind about the movie, this girl can be an opera singer with her voice –"

"Sakura, what's the name of Japan's emperor?"

Her best friend frowned. "Emperor? Wasn't it president?"

"Who's currently Japan's number one band?"

"I'm not too sure, but in Europe –"

"Who's currently Japan's hottest star?"

Syaoran stared, dumbstruck as Sakura shrugged and replied, "Orlando Bloom, of course!"

"Japan, darling."

"What, you mean it isn't Orlando?" Sakura growled, eyes narrowed dangerously. Damn this girl's got a nasty temper.

"Well, uh…"

"IT HAS TO BE ORLANDO! WHO, I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHO ON THIS PLANET IS HOTTER THAN ORLANDO?"

There was an awkward silence until Sakura said, "I rest my case," and Syaoran replied, "Me," at the same time.

The two of them stared at each other bemusedly for a second, for entirely different reasons.

Orlando? ORLANDO? I'm way hotter than that little elf guy, how can she like an ELF more than ME?

HIM? HIM? Is he out of his MIND? The day I think of him hotter than Orlando is the day I'll eat a tomato!

Uh… just so you know: Sakura hates tomatoes. Won't eat them. Never. Nuh uh. Not her thing.

You get the point.

Anyway, Sakura and Eriol broke the silence by laughing.

Loudly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"TOMOYO! HAHAHAHAHA – DID YOU – HAHAHAHAHA - HEAR WHAT HE – HAHAHA – JUST – HAHA- SAID? HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Syaoran glared at Eriol, who was practically rolling across the floor from laughter. "Why are YOU laughing? That's just about the oddest laugh I've ever heard of."

"HEEHAW – IT'S SO FUNNY! – GABAPAHAHAHA! I have a lot of laughs, wanna listen? First one goes –"

"Right," Syaoran muttered to himself, leaning back against the sofa as he turned his gaze on Sakura, who was doubled up in laughter, clutching her stomach, bending forward to support her tiny figure.

A very nice figure it was too, Syaoran had to admit. Especially her face. Cute little lips that pout adorably. Small nose. Naturally long wavy hair that reach to her back. And of course, her most attractive feature – her eyes. Gorgeous, sparkling emerald eyes that he can sink into any time, any day, anywhere. Kinda like chocolate? Green too, his favorite color.

Green chocolate. Ewwwwwwwwww.

The rest of her body was nicely shaped too, though I'm sorry readers, Syaoran has informed me he wouldn't like to share them with you. He prefers to keep his perverted thoughts to himself, only himself, 'cause Sakura is HIS.

Well, not yet.

But she will be soon!

Crap, I just spoiled the whole meaning of this story, didn't I? Well, okay. I guess I'll end it here. Saves me from typing up thousands of words to outline the whole point of this story: Sakura and Syaoran get together.

The end! Okay, bye bye, remember to leave lots of reviews!

… I'm sorry, where were we?

"OUCH TOMOYO!"

Syaoran snapped out of his thoughts and returned his gaze to her face above (SEE WHAT DID I TELL YOU?) and noticed Sakura struggling with a very grumpy Tomoyo.

"Serves you right from ruining her make up! Now stop STRUGGLING, we need to be up in nearly thirty minutes – Eriol, pass me the mascara."

"What's a mascara?"

"…"

"What?"

"Men," Tomoyo and Sakura sighed together, rolling their eyes.

"No seriously, what's a mascara?"

Syaoran coughed. "It's a new type of fruit, recently found in the depths of the Himalayan Mountains near the top of Mount Everest."

Astonished, Eriol could only gape. "Really?"

No.

"Yeah," Sakura caught on, trying her best to suppress a grin, "it's square-shaped and it's pink with brown polka dots on them – I hear they come in blue and yellow, too."

Turning around so they won't see him grin, Syaoran continued, "It's about three times the size of a normal watermelon. Does wonders to skin and hair, I hear."

"Oh yeah," Sakura said, "all you have to do is cut it open with a chainsaw and try – somehow – to put it all in a bowl, mix it with some sugar and syrup, drink it all in under twenty seconds, and gives your skin a texture like… like…"

"Tofu," Syaoran offered quickly, "But they're really rare, I doubt you can find one in a normal store –"

"Yeah, you'll have to travel several planets if you really want one, only to find that there really is no such thing," Tomoyo muttered quietly, rolling her eyes at them.

"Why tofu? Why not like gummy bears?"

Sakura raised an eyebrow at him. "Why gummy bears?"

Eriol shrugged and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'd really like one of these mascara things."

"Sure you do."

"Where can I get one?"

"Mount Everest."

"Oh."

Syaoran tried again, "As I said, I highly doubt you'd ever even get to see one, I'm not sure if it's even –"

"What does it taste like?"

"Um… sushi?"

Frowning slightly, Eriol stared suspiciously at Syaoran. "If you've never seen it before, how do you know what it tastes like?"

Oh hey. Eriol's not as stupid as he looks like!

"WELLLLL, time to go!" Syaoran declared, getting of the sofa and out of Eriol's skeptical gaze. "Show's on in a few, right? Alrighty-o then, c'mon you –"

Sakura frowned after the closed door.

"Your friend's weird."

"But cute, don't you think?"

"As if," Sakura mumbled,.

Yeah, as if. Syaoran Li was far from cute – the most gorgeous man she'd ever met. Too bad his attitude sucked.

Tomoyo cleaned up the make up on the table. "He's a great person, once you get to know him."

"Hah. I'll believe it when I see it."

"He's going to be your math tutor."

"Yeah, like that's going to – he's my WHAT?"

Tomoyo cursed, after spilling a bottle of nail polish. "Going to be your math tutor. Not yours… yet."

"Oh, I'm sure it makes all the difference in the world. I don't need a math tutor!"

"You just got a seven percent on that last test."

"… I – I don't need one!"

"Why?"

"I mean, I don't want HIM as my tutor!"

"Why not?"

Yes indeed, why not? Sakura pondered on this. To be taught by the hottest guy ever! Long, unruly brown locks hanging over his amber eyes, to sit next to that body of his nearly everyday of the week, what more could a girl want?

"I'm sure he has better things to do."

"Well, he doesn't."

Sakura huffed, giving up. She tugged at her dress instead. "This really itches. As in, REALLY ITCHES."

Glancing at the dress, Tomoyo thought otherwise. Syaoran's already seen her in this, why not give him another mind-blowing… wow? Like a second first impression.

"Then," Tomoyo disappeared into her closet for a while before coming out with an outfit on hand, "change into this."

Sakura glanced at it. It was fine, really. A black sleeveless turtleneck dress, except –

"No!"

"Why not?"

"You ask too many questions, Tomoyo."

She frowned, holding the dress up, looking at it. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's too short."

"No it isn't."

Sakura grabbed the outfit and held it in front of her, pointing at the rim. "See that? It doesn't even reach mid-thigh! No way in hell am I wearing this out there –"

There, where Syaoran is?

"No it isn't, it looks perfect!" Tomoyo squealed, clapping her hands together. "Quick, go change, we only have ten more minutes –"

Grumbling as she shut the changing room door, Sakura put on the dress. "I thought I was supposed to wear something for your clothing line?"

"It IS part of my clothing line, but I thought you wouldn't want to wear it –"

Damn right I don't.

"– because of the color. You know, pink. But the line IS called 'Dark – '"

Argh. Whatever.

Stretching the dress downward as far as it can go, Sakura stepped out of the changing room. Tomoyo shook her head and hiked up her skirt, causing Sakura to yelp.

"No! You nearly showed my underwear, do you know how many perverted guys there are out there? No wait; do you know how many guys are out there? The guys who attend these things are usually the ones who're perverted, anyway, so you –"

"It looks great Sakura, stop fussing. God, you're worse than my mom. C'mon." Tomoyo grabbed what she needed and dragged a very unhappy Sakura out of the room.

"It's too short –"

"Just shut up and get out there!"

"That's the third time it's happened."

"I thought you said these models were professionals?"

"Well, around you, that's a different story."

"I'm sure it is," Syaoran mumbled miserably. He and Eriol were sitting in the front row, a place – as Tomoyo put it – for the 'special people.' The show wasn't even halfway through and already three models nearly tripped when they saw who was sitting within TWO meters away – Syaoran Li.

So, you know what that means. The models' minds were probably thinking along the lines of…

Oh my God! It's, like, Syaoran Li. THE Syaoran Li! And he's like, sitting in front of me watching my gooooooorgeous body! Oh my gosh, if I'm like, lucky enough, he'll totally ask me out and we'll have fun and get married with seven kids, six girls and a boy, and I'll be known as MRS. Syaoran Li. Like oh gosh, that's just totally going to happen, now all I need to do is stand straight and hike my skirt up a few inches higher – should I pull down my shirt so my boobs are more visible? Oh my God Oh my God, two more steps and I'll be in FRONT OF him – OUCH!

Syaoran watched on amusedly as the fourth model nearly stumbled over her feet, surprised that one of Asia's biggest stars was actually sitting a few steps away from her.

Eriol had to chuckle. "Smile at one of them. Let's see what happens."

"No."

"Come on."

"I'm not THAT bored."

"Sure you are," Eriol smirked, twiddling his thumbs. "Or are you just waiting eagerly for a certain Kinomoto to step in front of you?"

"No."

Syaoran should know better. This is his best friend and cousin he's talking to, right?

"Wow," Eriol peered curiously at him, poking his cheeks. "I never thought I'd live to see you blush, Syaoran Li."

Gritting his teeth, Syaoran fidgeted in his seat. "Stop poking me, Eriol. And I'm – I'm not blushing!"

"You're turning red." Poke, poke.

"It's hot in here!"

"They have air conditioning."

"Yeah, well – it's still hot!"

Smirking, Eriol gave up poking him and settled back in his seat. Glasses glinting mischievously, he said, "It's gonna get hotter in here once Sakura enters."

"Um. What?"

"I know you agree."

Syaoran glared at him. "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't think Sakura's cute and I don't want her as my girlfriend?"

"You always bring it up when I don't mention it… directly," Eriol grinned. "Any reason why?"

"…"

"Besides," he continued coolly, "I know you do. So, when are you going to ask her out?"

The seventh model tumbled over at the sight of Syaoran – yes I count these things – and by now, the designer was getting quite miffed. They could see him clearly, for he sat across them, glaring at Syaoran Li and wondering why the hell did he have to turn up – NOW.

Oh well, his loss.

It's not Syaoran's fault he's a star, is it? Cheap models, cheap designer.

Eriol was whispering excitedly a mile a minute, "Trust me Syaoran, she really doesn't know who you are. Show her you're hotter than Orlando Bloom, go on. Ask her out for a date today – no wait, actually, don't ask her out at all. You're supposed to be her tutor, aren't you? Well, we need to plan this out carefully then. Today's Monday – maybe you two can have three sessions this week, you'll get along fine, and on Friday, you can surprise her by taking her out to that fancy French restaurant! No wait, Sakura hates French food. Italian, then? There's that great new restaurant nearby, I think you should take her there. As for clothing, I'm not too sure, I'll have to talk to Tomoyo about that, but as I've said, it'll go great, you two will get along wonderfully. Then you guys will go out for years and maybe for her graduation present you should ask her to marry her – in some really romantic place, of course. We just have to think of where. You'll have loads and loads of babies and I'll get to be the best man – right? Tomoyo and the girls can be bridesmaids, and we'll have a great wedding at your place within two years on a bright Saturday morning – because some people might need to go to church on Sunday – and we'll have lots and lots of food with a great big white cake with you and Sakura modeled on top. What d'you think?"

"I think –"

"Shhhhhhhh, Tomoyo's line is next!"

Syaoran growled as Eriol slapped his shoulder to shut him up.

Unlike Mr. Cheap-o Designer, Tomoyo's models were real professionals and acted like it – as in, no stumbling in front of Syaoran. He thought he saw one of them blush furiously, but he must've been mistaken.

Model after model. Long dresses, gowns, mini skirts, halter tops, leather boots… God, when is this going to end? But Syaoran's thoughts flew out of the window as soon as he saw Sakura – she was easily the most attractive one out of all the models. What really struck him was what she changed into (like Sakura said, all guys are perverts) - it wasn't very … Sakura style. After talking – well ok, arguing – to her for half an hour, Syaoran knew that she hardly wore dresses that barely covered her legs.

Poke, poke.

Argh.

"Stop drooling."

"I'm just – I'm not drooling!" Syaoran stuttered, turning red.

Eriol cocked an eyebrow at him. "Then stop staring. It's impolite to stare."

"It's impolite to poke. God. And I'm not staring, I'm just looking at her for a long time because – because – because I really like that dress and I plan to buy it from Tomoyo!"

"…"

"Actually," Tomoyo piped up from her seat next to Syaoran, "you can have it for free. I'll even give you a present box and a nice big pink bow – you know, just in case you're giving it to a certain someone."

"Where the hell did you come from? And I don't plan on giving it to anyone!" Syaoran sputtered, narrowing his eyes at the two people on either side of him. "I plan to – er – I plan to wear it myself!"

"…"

"What're you two looking at?"

Tomoyo and Eriol exchanged perplexed expressions before returning their gazes to the catwalk, same as Syaoran. He was of course disappointed to see Sakura walk a few more steps before disappearing from view, much more disappointed than he expected.

So disappointed he wanted to cry and haul Sakura back!

Nah, not really.

No more accidents happened that afternoon. Syaoran, Eriol and Tomoyo waited outside in Sakura's room while Sakura changed inside her changing room in her room.

Did that make sense?

"Here's your stupid dress," Sakura called out angrily inside the changing room, threw the piece of clothing over the door and proceeded to struggle into her school uniform.

"Aw, it wasn't even that bad!"

"Of course it wasn't! You got your applause, I got people looking up my skirt. Fun for you, NOT fun for me. No way. Nuh uh."

Tomoyo put the dress back on the coat hanger neatly, examining all the folds before handing it over to Eriol to put on the rack. Eriol merely took it and tossed it on a nearby couch, busily stuffing friend chicken in his mouth. "That's just gross," Tomoyo wrinkled her nose.

"Ehmhunkree," Eriol said through mouthfuls of chicken. "Nsozee," he gestured at an equally starved Syaoran, who was, at least, eating fries in a gentleman-y behavior.

"Men," Tomoyo whispered disgustedly, but patted Eriol on the head like a dog and rapped on the changing room door. "Are you done yet?"

"Yes."

They could hear the handle being rattled and a sudden BAM, the door was open. So forcefully that it knocked Tomoyo on the forehead and caused her to jump around, holding her head.

"WHAT THE HELL, SAKURA!"

"Now you have a slight idea," he auburn-haired girl huffed, "of what it felt like when a complete stranger walks straight in and bangs the door in your face."

"I did NOT bang the door in your face! You were standing too close to the door!" Syaoran shot back.

"You – you – argh! I'm going home, Tomoyo!"

"Bye. Syaoran, drive her home."

"Okay."

"WHAAAAAAAT?"

Tomoyo shrugged, helping herself to some fries. "I need to clean up, and Eriol's driving me, and since it's a pretty long way to your house, we thought Syaoran would like to drive you."

"I'm –I'm taking the taxi!" Sakura announced, stomping her feet like a kid.

"C'mon, kiddo," Syaoran said casually, taking her by the hand. "Nearly your bedtime, don't want your parents to worry, eh?"

"No! I'm taking a taxi!"

Sighing in exasperation, Tomoyo said, "Remember what Touya says about taxis and buses?"

Defeated, Sakura grumbled, "No public transportation after eight at night."

"Yep. Bye bye, have fun!"

"I'm not going to have fun with this guy over here!"

Eriol swallowed a mouthful of chicken. "Don't worry, Syaoran hasn't drank anything so far today – right?"

"Yep," Syaoran turned to Sakura, crossing his arms, easily towering over her. "So, what'll it be, milady? You can walk to my car yourself, or would you prefer it if I carried you?"

Letting out a scream of frustration, Sakura turned in a huff and walked out of the room in fury.

With a last smirk and a small wave at the remaining two, Syaoran left himself, following the short-tempered lady.

Eriol and Tomoyo grinned before giving each other high-fives.

A/N: -does a victory dance- I'm so proud, I finished this in two days! Guess I'm up to my old quick pace again.

I'm sorry if there were big paragraphs that you probably skipped over, but as for Eriol's little… story… XD

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