Summary: She was the new girl. He was the outcast, the 'Goth' who was never given the time of day. She pry's to places she was never meant to step foot on; he was one of them. Will it cause him sweet pain or bitter love? SxS

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I watch you, oblivious to my feelings or is it me to yours?

You became my only friend and yet I still want more.

Something that I cannot have because you are different from me.

You have more friends, a better status and to make you like me would be cruel.

That is why I must let go of this sweet pain and bitter love.

This tainted love.

Warning: Some scenes may not be fully understood for younger audiences, that is why this story is rated 'M'. There maybe suggestions of lemon and perhaps small scenes unless something extreme happens. Warning comes to some extreme swearing in some places but no mention of the c-word, very sarcastic, dry humour, some very tragic scenes and angst and a very slight maybe of lemon.

: Some scenes may not be fully understood for younger audiences, that is why this story is rated 'M'. There maybe suggestions of lemon and perhaps small scenes unless something extreme happens. Warning comes to some extreme swearing in some places but mention of the c-word, very sarcastic, dry , some very tragic scenes and and a very maybe of lemon.

Tainted Love

Maybe

It was not bothering her. She was happy. She was calm. Nothing was going wrong.

Who the hell was she kidding!

'Somebody, HELP ME!'

So she wasn't in any sort of danger. Oh no it was much worse. How bad can it get you ask. Not only was she just humiliated in front of the entire class, she now had some weirdo staring… no glaring at the back of her head. A weirdo with beautiful amber eyes. But that was just not the point.

'My head is not the board! You can not learn from it you idiot!'

That was what she felt like saying but instead she sat in front of him, stayed quiet and tried to pay attention like a good little girl.

'How can I concentrate when somebody is staring at my head for no-goddamn reason?'

Things weren't easy anyway especially when they were doing her favourite subject maths. There is nothing like a good'ol piece of maths on a Monday morning. It was official.

She was going to die on her first day of school.

'She is very strange.' This thought came to his mind the very second he set eyes on her.

What confused him more was that she didn't look at him like he was a piece of shit. She just looked fascinated.

'She needs to get a new hobby rather than staring at outcasts on her first day at a new school.' This morning's incident was enough to prove his theory correct.

"Students, QUIET!" Oh lovely, the teacher was in, how could he celebrate this one.

"We have a new exchange student joining us today. I hope we all make her feel welcome." Make a possible prep feel 'welcome'. Had he lost his mind? Hell would freeze over before he made a new girl feel 'welcome'.

"Konichiwa, my name is Kinomoto Sakura, it's a pleasure to meet all of you."

"Now…"

"Where to put you? Ah, yes over there, the seat in front of Li." Gasps were heard around the room with whispers of 'poor girl' and 'Oh no, I pity her.' Oh God, she was going to be sat in front of him.

He heard walk calmly down the aisle to the back where his seat was located. For some unknown reason though the footsteps came to a halt. He felt her gaze upon him.

'Just what is her problem, surely she is not going to say anything to me in front of a teacher?'

He lifted his head to spare her a glance.

She physically gasped.

'Okay, she is going to umm…faint?'

"Miss Kinomoto! Is there a problem with you new seat?" Terada Sensei's voice asked her, his voice sharp like a gunshot.

"N-no."

"Then would you please care to take a seat?"

"H-hai, sorry."

Her face had gone pretty red so he had assumed she was embarrassed. He had lost all concentration in maths so he fell in to the stupor of staring at the back of her head.

It amused him quite a lot though that after about five minutes of his stare boring into the back of her head she began to squirm. Nobody had ever been scared of his presence before and yet this girl was.

He hadn't been amused by something in this class well since… never.

The bell rang indicating recess. He watched her form from behind seeing her slouch and hear her sigh in relief.

'Strange girl.'

He watched as the class and teacher filtered out the door leaving few pupils behind. Him and her included.

He knew it. How could he have been so blind?

'She's a prep…'

He glanced over in the opposite direction to find a prep walking in their direction. He smirked.

'Preps, prepare to go down.'

"Hey Goth!" He looked to meet the eyes of dark gold. His hair was grown down just past his neck tied in a loose pony. He wore a dark blue shirt and a pair of jeans.

"What is it this time, Tamakaki?" Tamakaki's eye twitched at the Goth's ignorance.

'How dare he talk to me like that, I Tamakaki Fuji will show that Goth some manners.'

"Well Tamakaki…"

Instead of giving Syaoran an answer he turned to Sakura, who was sitting in front of Syaoran looking as if she wanted the ground to swallow her up that very moment.

"Sakura… right?"

She looked up, her large emerald eyes staring at him, innocence reflecting in them.

'How… delicious, I like a good girl every once in a while.'

A smirk crossed Tamakaki's face; he licked his lips automatically at the latters figure.

'Very nice indeed.'

Syaoran only snorted.

"Ha-hai but I prefer Kinomoto…"

Both males raised their eyebrows. No girl had ever asked Tamakaki to call them by their surname.

"Ah, I see, playing hard to get are we? No matter, I'll grow on you." Sakura's eyes lowered, her head down casting to the floor.

"I doubt that very much." The confidence in her voice grew stronger but there was a hint of something else, could it possibly be… annoyance? Syaoran's eyebrows were now at they're highest now, his mouth hanging slightly a jar.

"Oh but Sakura you hardly know me, therefore you can't make that judgement, can you?"

"Well you hardly know me, and did I not state clearly enough that it was Kinomoto?"

Tamakaki frowned. Of course Syaoran was smirking at Tamakaki's reaction. Never in Tamakaki's life had he ever been turned down or even talked to like that… especially by a girl.

"I will grow on you Kinomoto and I will have you, so get used to it otherwise turn Goth like this piece of shit here." Tamakaki pointed in Syaoran's direction wiping the smirk of his face and replacing it with a scowl.

That was it! She had had enough of this jerk.

"Listen you! You have NO right to talk about other people like that. You know what they would class this as where I come from. Bullying. And do you want to know something? I don't like bullying. It pisses me off…"

She took breath and stood up against her victim. It was evident of how short she looked against him. Hey, she was physically challenged. So what? When you had a brother like hers, you needn't worry about height.

"And you don't want to see me when I'm pissed off because it ain't pretty."

"I'm sure something as fragile as you…" he placed his hand on her cheek.

"Could do so much damage."

'Oh, he is so going down.'

In one swift movement he had been brought to his knees, whining in pain and rubbing his kneecap.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." She spat. She looked up to the seat that was situated behind hers. A frown etched its way on to her face to find it empty. She whipped her face round in time to see the door shut before grabbing her backpack and rushing at the classroom.

She breathed in some air before shaking her head from side to side searching for a certain figure. She spotted the familiar ghost white face and died hair turning the corner.

Once again, resuming her previous actions she began to run down the corridor, chasing after him.

'This is like playing cops and robbers.' She mused as her hair from her high ponytail whipped along the sides of her face. Turning the corner sharply, she found herself drawing near to her target.

"HEY YOU WAIT!" she didn't even know what was possessing her to chase and shout at a stranger, she just… was.

Before she could even get close to him though she ran full-throttle into somebody else.

"GAH!" Her back made contact with the floor for barely five seconds before she stood up resting her hands on her knees, looking past the body she has just crashed into; onto the on going corridor to find it empty.

"Who… is… he?" She managed to whisper through her breathing seizure.

"Sakura-chan?" Her eyes redirected to the person who she bumped into.

"Tomoyo-chan?"

"Sakura-chan, who were you just on about?" Sakura gazed quickly at the empty corridor hoping to find the person she was looking for.

'Gone. Definitely.'

Quickly giving Tomoyo a reasuring smile, she shrugged her shoulders.

"No one." She simply replied before grabbing her best friend and cousin's arm and pulling her in the opposite direction as she was running to.

"Why were you running Sakura-chan?"

"Oh, nothing important." Turning her head to look behind her, one question plagued her.

'Who are you?'

"Anyway about this morning…" Sakura's attention was now fully on Tomoyo.

"Yeah, what about that?"

"Well that boy who is sitting behind you is, as you would probably figured out is a Goth and a outcast." Tomoyo barely said the last part above a whisper.

"So…?"

"So, Sakura no matter what, you must not go any where near him." Sakura opened her mouth to retort but Tomoyo beat her to it.

"And don't say 'why would I?' because I know he was the one you were chasing after. Leave him Sakura, he wants no ones help. I should know because he's…"

"He's… what Tomoyo-chan?"

"My fiancée's cousin."

"Ah…"

"Ah, it is Sakura-chan. I've tried helping but he has turned me away, he even turned Eriol away, his own cousin." Tomoyo sighed the continued closing her eyes and stopping.

"He believes that the world hates him. That the only person he can trust is himself. He even believes his family hates him. It is quite sad really but he has a dark aura around him. A very depressive one and with your past Sakura-chan, I don't think I could handle you turning like-" Sakura's head turned to the side, so she wasn't facing Tomoyo.

"Tomoyo-chan, you don't need to worry about my past, what is done is done. Get over it, I know I have."

"I know but please…I…Sakura-chan promise me you will stay away from him?"

"Promise."

"Good, now have I told you how good the chocolate dessert is here? I mean the way it's melted it is so Kawaii, but not as Kawaii as you!"

"No, Tomoyo-chan calm down…"

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because you're causing a scene." The shorter girl hissed. Tomoyo looked around before blushing and putting a hand behind her head.

"Oh yeah, whoopsy." Sakura smacked her head, and Tomoyo giggled nervously.

The day passed by in a blur. He was still confused. Not only had the girl turned down Tamakaki, she had stuck up for him the outcast and tried to chase him.

The girl was nuts he had concluded.

'What an odd ball.'

He was thinking too much about this girl. This was bad. Very bad. He was a loner. Nobody associated with him and he did not associate with anybody. There the world is happy. And now she comes along and confuses him about his summary on human beings. Were they not all selfish? Did they not judge people on how they looked? God, what a confusing day!

He slowly approached the familiar chip shop. Great and now he had to deal with Eriol. Could the day get any better? He noticed the black limousine parked outside the shop. He halted. Oh yeah the day just got way better. Eriol's fiancée was there. And she sure as hell would bring up the new girls actions towards him in registration.

'God, why do you hate me so?'

He glanced at his wrist. The fresh mark of blood trailed his pale complexion. His latest cut was still bleeding.

'Shit, I can't let Eriol see this, he will blow the roof.'

His day was crappy so what the hell? Instead of walking in the direction of the chip shop, he ran in the opposite road, down towards Cherry lane. Sure it would take him a little longer to get home but who cared.

No one. No one cared about him. And that was the way it was always going to be.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't realised, a fallen tree trunk on the ground resulting in him trapping his one foot in there, his body falling to the floor, his face grazing the pavement.

The sudden jolt from his foot ripped through his body. He had suffered many of injuries so he knew from the moment he felt the pain, he had sprained it at least.

'Great, now what am I going to do?'

He tried standing up. Bad idea. Instead he lost his balance and once again his body came in contact with the hard ground. Trying once more, he regained no balance and began to fall to the ground.

He shut his eyes bracing for the pain but felt none.

'What the?'

It was only the he acknowledged small arms wrapped under his arms from the front, hands placed. His face was buried underneath somebody's chin. Pulling away slightly, he looked at the face of his saviour. Emerald eyes stared right back at him, an evident pink on their cheeks.

'It's her! Oh what was her name? Kinomoto!'

"You." she whispered before slowly letting go of him, placing him on the trunk of the tree.

"The boy from class." She muttered under her breath before looking back up at him.

It took a few seconds to register the scratches and injuries on his ankle.

"Oh my god your hurt!"

'She's a ditz too.'

"Well jeez, aren't you clever."

Sakura was taken back at his sudden out burst. Well, Tomoyo had warned her. Speaking of Tomoyo, wasn't she supposed to stay away from this guy? Oh dear.

"You need to get help." She stated. He let out a bitter laugh.

"And who do you suggest would want to help me?" A cold but sad grin was placed on his face. He looked so vulnerable and for the second time that day she lost control of her body.

"I would." she blurted out. By the looks of it she has surprised him as well as herself.

"What?"

"I'll help you come on, place you arm over my shoulder." It wasn't a question, it was an order.

'God this girl is bossy.'

"Well…" she tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on!" Slowly he stood up and reluctantly placed his arm around her shoulders. And from there they began to walk to the lane. Or rather hobbled for Syaoran.

"So…" He began.

"Your not a prep?" Sakura looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.

"Prep, prep, one of them, hell I hate their guts. I just prefer to chill with my cousin, thanks." She seemed offended at the sudden accusation. The look on her face was of pure hatred.

"Sorry, I just assumed that you were, god, why are you helping me anyway." His own anger was starting to rise.

He watched as a look of preplex crossed her features.

"Actually, my friend made me promise to stay away from you…" She looked at him; a small smile crept on her face. "I don't why I am helping you, I guess probably because you seem like a good person."

"Were they not all selfish? Did they not judge people on how they looked?"

'Maybe, not all people hate me… Maybe one person might like me, just one… Maybe.'

A/n: Quickest update I have ever done. Hmmm, Syaoran did not seem as angst in this chapter. Oh well. Yes Tomoyo is Eriol's fiancée. Their relationship will be brought in next chapter. On how a 23-year-old man ended up getting engaged to an 18 year old teenager. So S+S meet. Not much interaction though.

Thank you to my reviewers. I love you guys so much I really do appreciate the support and constructive critism. So did you like this chapter? You know the drill. :)

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