Bleeding Love

Summary: Sakura Kinomoto was depressed ever since high school began. She was friendless, family-less, and emotionless. She cuts herself to relieve the pain she feels on the inside. One day, when Syaoran Li is a new student, Sakura's life starts to become a little bit brighter and a little less dark.

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or any characters

Chapter Two:

"Hey Sakura, better pay up," a large man said.

Sakura stood in front of Syaoran, "Look, we can argue some other time. Get the heck out of here."

"Look, little cherry blossom, no more games. You scratched my car, you slapped me in the face, and you're paying for it now," he said.

"I gave you 200 for the car repair already! What else do you want?" fired Sakura.

"I count interest. Since you paid me two weeks late, you owe me 1000 yen," smirked the man.

Sakura took out her razor blade and held it front of her, "Leave. Me. Alone. Now."

"Get them," he ordered.

Sakura grabbed Syaoran's hand and they sped away. They pelted down an alley. Half a dozen men wearing black chased after them. There was a wire fence blocking them. She pushed Syaoran behind her.

"Look, leave him alone. You guys are only here to get me," said Sakura.

"We don't mind harming anyone connected to you," sneered the man.

Sakura paused. They were blocked. Instantly, she jumped onto the wire fence, and tried to hoist Syaoran up. He was too slow and Sakura noticed a man about to slice Syaoran with a blade. She jumped down the moment he attempted to stab him, but he stabbed Sakura in the shoulder instead. She fell on the ground, moaning.

"STOP!" Syaoran yelled. He took out his wallet and took out 1000 yen (I don't know if that's a lot or a little), "Just leave us alone now!"

The man grabbed the money, "Good going kid."

Then, they all left. Syaoran knelt down and tried to help Sakura stand up, but she pushed him away.

"Go away! Why did you do that? I don't have money to owe you," she cried.

Sakura hated being weak. She had her own pride, "Why did you have to pay him? I told you to stay out of my life. If you don't, stuff like this happens!"

"It's okay. You don't have to pay me immediately. First thing, let me get you to a hospital," he said.

"No, just take me home," said Sakura. Syaoran hesitated, but he compromised.

Syaoran supported Sakura as they walked home. His hand was covered with blood as he attempted to cover Sakura's wound. Her head drooped onto his shoulder.

"You don't have to do this you know," she said, "I'm perfectly fine going home myself. You don't have to pretend to be nice or whatever. You're probably like the rest of the people at school, hating me, despising me, talking about me."

"No, I don't actually," said Syaoran softly.

"Sure," said Sakura quietly. She felt her strength diminishing, "We're almost there. Turn right at the corner, and you'll see an apartment. I live on the second floor. Turn right the hallway all the way down."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I've been through worse," she said.

Worse? Syaoran thought. What could be worse for a student than being stabbed in the shoulder area?

"Worse?" he asked. He had to know. Sakura was a mystery, and enigma, someone he wanted to learn more about. He felt that she had lots of things in mind but she doesn't have the right person to talk to.

"Worse. I've been beaten and I had to go to the hospital for a week. I've been left outside in the rain for two nights and I had pneumonia and I almost died. I've been…" Sakura drifted off.

"We're almost there Sakura, hang in there," said Syaoran, "You can keep talking to me. It'll keep you awake."

"I've been humiliated, unloved, uncared. I've been friendless, family-less, heartless, emotionless," said Sakura, "My life sucks, doesn't it?"

She laughed softly.

"I'll make it better," said Syaoran quietly with surprised determination. He didn't know why he felt like saying that, but he felt a different attraction towards Sakura. She was becoming more and more mysterious. She was like a lock, and Syaoran wanted to find the perfect key.

When they arrived at Sakura's apartment, Syaoran laid her gently on her bed. There were gauges all over her room so it was easy for him to grab one and bandage Sakura's wound immediately.

An hour later, Sakura slowly woke up and saw Syaoran sitting beside her reading a book.

"Hey, you're awake," said Syaoran sleepily.

"What the heck are you doing here?" she asked.

"You were hurt so I brought you here! You didn't even thank me!"

"So? Why didn't you leave? Why do I have to thank you? I risked my life for you, idiot!" cried Sakura.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," said Syaoran.

Sakura looked away. She didn't know how to respond to statements that indicated friendship, warmth, or love.

"Well….I'm okay. Bye," said Sakura.

"You're really pale you know? Why don't I make you something to eat?" asked Syaoran as he walked over to her kitchen. He opened the fridge and saw a carton of milk, several apples, and a dozen pieces of cheese. Her freezer only contained half a loaf of bread.

"IS THIS ALL?" asked Syaoran, "Where's all the real food? You're going to starve!"

Is this all she can afford, he wondered.

"No I'm not. Go away," Sakura said firmly. Great, she thought, now he thinks I'm a pitiful, sympathetic person struck with hunger.

Syaoran walked to the door.

"You're leaving?" asked Sakura.

"No. I'm getting you some real food," he said.

"It's midnight, go home," she said.

"So? I'm living alone. My parents are on a business trip. It's all good," Syaoran smiled.

"What if I leave?"

"You're in pain too much to leave."

20 minutes later, Syaoran came back with Macdonalds take out.

"Sakura, why did you save me?" Syaoran asked while munching on a McChicken.

Sakura remained silent.

"Please, tell me? I thought you hated me."

"I didn't want you to be involved with my life. It's dangerous. It's dark. I don't want a little night light like you shining in my way telling me to be an angel. I didn't save you out of kindness or because I care about you. I didn't want questions to be asked. If you were anyone else, I'd do the same thing," said Sakura.

Ouch, thought Syaoran.

"Now will you leave?" asked Sakura.

"No."

"Fine. I'll leave," said Sakura.

"NO! Please, just let me stay for one night. In case you need medical help. I'll sleep on the couch and I promise to not disturb you."

Sakura paused for a while.

"Be my guest."

The next morning, Sakura and Syaoran came to school together. Everyone stared at the couple. Sakura gave a deathly glare to Syaoran.

"Oh, we met on the way," Syaora lied.

Sakura turned around and sat in her usual spot. Her wound started to hurt. Then, a note fluttered on her desk.

Let's volunteer today. By the way, I saw you wince. Does your shoulder still hurt? I have some medicine in my bag. – Syaoran.

Sakura ripped up the note. She didn't need medicine. She was used in hiding pain.

At three o clock, Syaoran was already waiting for Sakura. Sakura purposely came late. During the entire walk to the hospital, Sakura remained silent.

"Are you still in pain?" Syaoran asked.

Of course she was, she just didn't want him to know.

During the evening, Syaoran went to find Sakura at the place where she read War and Peace to the young man.

"Sakiya? Is that you?" the young man asked when he hear Syaoran open the door.

"Uh, no, I'm looking for someone else, you know that girl who reads War and Peace?" asked Syaoran.

"Yeah, Sakiya. Don't know where she is," he said.

"Oh. Sorry, I think she'll come back soon though," said Syaoran. He was confused. He was sure Sakura's patient was this man. Then why did she lie about her name?

"Well, young man, tell Sakiya to find me later. I want her to finish the story," he said, "What's your name kiddo?"

"Syaoran Li."

"Nice to meet you," the patient said, "I'm Touya Kinomoto."

Syaoran froze.

"Kinomoto?" he asked.

"Kinomoto."

Sakura. Kinomoto. Touya. Kinomoto. Were they… related?

Syaoran turned around and saw Sakura face to face. Tears were streaming down her eyes. Suddenly, she turned around and ran away.