Here be Chapter Three... a little late, my bad.

As before, I would like to thank those who gave reviews, and yes, I understand that the story is a little confusing at first. All I can say is... many of the things will be explained in due time.

DISCLAIMER: The characters Syaoran, Sakura, Takashi, Chiharu, and Eriol are based LOOSELY off the characters of the same name in the anime/manga Cardcaptor Sakura, and are owned by their authors/artists, CLAMP. The story, plot, and original characters within this fanfiction are owned by me, and me only. (Pm first before using an original character, please). Or you'll get eaten.

Note: The POV in this chapter (minus the first section) is entirely Sakura's, just to let you know. Also, this is a continuation of the Flashback from Chapter 3, Sakura's remembrance of how she first met Syaoran:

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"Who the $$ are you?"

The boy simply stood his ground... school uniform, light brown hair, and dark-brown eyes of sternness.

The gang was still reeling from the sight of their leader being sent into a tree, some of the members running to him as he collided. He was unconscious, with an admiringly large bruise in the shape of a shoe on his face.

The boy looked over the scene, apparently not noticing the awkwardness he had created.

He noticed Cara, still standing over Sakura, prepared to begin stabbing her to death a pocket knife she had pulled out.

"Let her go."

"What was that punk?" yelled one of thugs, who was brandishing a long steak knife. He must be hearing things... did some random kid just tell them to let go of their prize so easily?

"I said let the girl go."

This second statement seemed to awaken the others out of their panic of seeing their leader fall. Contemplating what the boy had said, they began to laugh, one by one, until some of them began to clutch their stomachs in pain from laughing too hard.

Seriously, did that kid just order us to let Sakura go?

What an idiot... this guy has galls, alright.

The boy stepped forward, obvious anger rising in his voice:

"Let her go!"

As they had done to Sakura, the gang members began to surround him from behind, enclosing the boy in a circle.

Bad move... thought many of the gang members. This one had guts, but it seemed they would be having... more fun this morning.

The guy with the steak knife charged forward, eyes wide open, mouth and lips dragging in the air, teeth bared, his weapon forward, aiming for the boy's heart. He looked very much like a vicious wolf, already drunk with delight as he charged at a potential meal...

In a smooth action, the boy kicked the thug's outstretched hand with his left leg down, bringing the other foot up and connecting it with the thug's face. He lay sprawling on the ground to the left of where he was charging from within seconds.

This led to astounded gasps... the kid hadn't even broken a sweat in doing it, taking out one of their own in only one move.

"KILL HIM!"

The entire group converged on the boy, weapons in evidence.

Immediately, the boy dodged to the right as another thug lunged at him with a dagger, instead thrusting it into a tree trunk. Grabbing the thug's arm with his left, the boy first punched the thug's face, sidekicked him in the stomach, and finally sent a kick into the thug's jaw, sending him landing a few feet away, the dagger still stuck in the tree.

Three others came in closer, attempting to stick him between a tree and a very hard place... he dropped to the ground, sweep kicked out from underneath all of them, and ran on top of them to the other side of the small clearing.

The gang members continued to chase him, till he jumped off another tree and sidekicked a girl who got too close. Two of the members got on either side of him, the one behind him carrying a metal pipe and the one in front carrying a tazer. The two rushed forward, he managed to dodge both attacks by inverting himself between the two of them, causing the tazer to crash into the other's chest, zapping him comically. The metal pipe WHAMMED into the other's forehead. Ouch.

Another came up from behind the boy, swinging his nunchucks perfectly at the boy's face, but he put his arms out in front, blocking the swing, grabbed the other end of the nunchuks with his left arm, used the chain to pull the thug closer, while forwarding another punch into the guys face. He easily let go of the weapon.

Someone with a chef knife tried to get the boy with an overhead swing, sending the large blade to possibly make contact with the boy's forehead... an instant kill. The boy spread out the nunchuks in front of his head, causing the blade to CLINK one the metal chain. The boy pushed away the thug's arm with a swift kick with his right leg, then, crouching down, sent his left leg into the other's stomach, making him fly a few feet back from the impact.

He turned to meet the rest of the standing members, holding out the nunchuks, which then disintegrated in his hands, the chain braking apart.

A girl charged forward, holding two knives, slashing twice, the boy moving backwards in sequence. Finally, getting close to him, she sliced upward, managing to slice part of his uniform.

Apparently satisfied, the girl tried to get closer, but only stepped a few inches when she blocked with the knives as the boy retaliated, kicking at her face. As soon as he touched ground, he lashed out with the other leg at her undefended stomach, which caused her arms to fall in tune with the pain... her face was next.

A red shoe mark across her face as well, she lay sprawled on the ground , some of the gang members stopping their places in shock and awe;

Wha... what the hell? He's too fast, even for Mimi... He thought to himself as the boy executed a perfect three kick combo on someone who had tried to get behind him, kicking the guy's groin, stomach, and finally, a hard side kick to the face, making him fly about a meter away from where he was earlier. The guy with the baseball bat swung downward, right, left, then sideways, but the boy slid to the ground, kicking diagonally upwards at the thug's jaw.

To those watching rather than getting into the fight, the boy's movements were all fluid... his reaction time was... inhuman. No one could freaking fight like that!

Well, no one except...

One of the thugs charged forward with a wicked grin, bloodlust in his eyes, as he began throwing out punches like no tomorrow. The boy blocked several of them, just barely dodged one which was aimed for his face, got in a few kicks, but they were all blocked as well. The boy ran up a tree a few feet, jumping off the branches and attempted to down kick the attacker, but missed and instead found himself dodging more of the attacks punches, accidentally slipping and falling off the branch, landing into a crouching position and jumping backwards.

The other followed after him, by this time those remaining chose to watch and avoid injuries themselves, as their obvious best rose from the ground:

His mouth was foaming, his eyes suddenly slitting like those of a reptile... but then changing back instantly. This startled the boy as he charged forward, back arched, teeth out and bared, in a fighting style that was completely unorthodox and very... beast like. The thug sent another punch into the boy's face, the boy blocked it, but at that moment, the thug grabbed his arm forcibly, swooped his other arm in behind the boy's torso, brought him in closer, lunged his teeth into the boy's shoulder...

It was a very awkward position, to say the least. The thug chewed bit through the boy's uniform, hitting and tearing open skin in the process. His mouth firmly clamped down, the boy couldn't escape...wincing in pain and a little shocked at what had just occurred. The thug quickly landed several punches into the boy's stomach, which he tried to block to no avail... there was no escaping the thug's mouth lock either.

For the first time during the fight, the boy began to fear... but only for a second. That second was all it took for the beast to make his attempt at a possibly tastier morsel... the boy's neck.

His choppers let go of the boy's shoulder, instead aiming for his neck, a couple inches nearby. One bite, and hard enough, and it should end his life, and the match.

Instead, the boy brought up his right fist, sent his right should back, and sent it forward with his fist curled upward, in a great palm bomb straight into the thug's jaw. While the thug was reeling, he roundhoused the thug's face with his left foot and as his left foot landed on the ground, turned, and finalized his attack with a spinning side kick with his right foot into the thug's chest.

You could almost hear his sternum fracturing.

The thug flew... literally, this time, about three yards... away from the battle. The boy took a short moment to clutch his left shoulder with his right arm, and the little blood that began to come from it. The others stared in stark horror, but, remembering their mission, they too charged forward.

The fight ended with only five more kicks to the head.

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The small clearing was filled with bodies, red shoe marks and welts in every one of them. Sakura was still lying face first in the ground, not knowing what had just occurred... all she heard was the sounds of "Umph" and crack among other noises of human pain and anguish, along with more whumps.

The boy walked over to her, and, seeing the knife still plunged in the tree trunk, he pulled it out... brought it to Sakura's bonds, and sliced through the rope.

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What... what just happened? What were all those noises, and..

My...wrists, they're unbound. But why...

I raised my head a little off the ground... the bodies of the gang were scattered all over the clearing, and as I rose, there was a boy kneeling with one leg on the ground in front of me, extending an arm.

He had light brown hair.. much like I do, and brown eyes. Although his uniform was a little messed up, and he had a few bruises himself, he had a smile... he asked me...

"Are you alright?"

I guess I was better off than I would've been, even though I was a wreck. I guess he knew the answer, as he helped me get up off the ground. I noticed that there was what looked like a bite mark on his right shoulder... no doubt the work of the gang, but...

He..

He took them all out...

I didn't know what to say, he... he saved me. All I could put out... was...

"Thank... Thank you."

He smiled, saying:

"School's going to start in a few minutes, I think you'd better go..."

I nodded, and, picking up my bookbag, I began to move towards the entrance of the school...

I didn't get very far. He caught me as I nearly collapsed from the wounds and the weight of my backpack... And, slowly, he helped to bring me inside the walls, the building, and to the nearby nurse's office.

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I was walking back to class... it still hurt a bit to walk, and a little hard... the nurse had a field day covering me with bandages. She couldn't understand how soccer could cause so many injuries.

"You should take a break from sports for awhile, Sakura. It might kill you." she said, jokingly.

I nodded that it might be a good idea, and began walking back the long hallways to class.

On the way there, I stopped, noticing that the same boy was in Mitsubishi-sensei's office. On the other side of sensei's desk was most of the gang that tried to kill me earlier.

Sensei looked angry... he began to speak:

"Li-san. You are a new resident at our school, and already you're causing trouble..."

Trouble...

Those eyes in the gang members...They couldn't have...

"I'm not sure what the regulations are in your home country, but realize that fighting and severely injuring your fellow classmates is strictly prohibited here, and is punishable by harsh penalties."

No...

"I understand, Mitsubishi-sama... and I accept full responsibility for my actions."

"Well, then..."

No. He... he can't take this! Not after he...

I stamped into the office, even though it caused the pain I was already feeling to double.

Mitsubishi-sama moved his eyeglasses a bit, then said:

"Kinimoto-san? What brings you here... and what caused all of your..."

"Mitsubishi-sama, he wasn't responsible for... for this..." I started. The gang members began to glare at me, but I continued:

"... they... they were trying to kill me. For the past five days now, they've been... torturing me, every morning. Ask Tenna-sensei. She's seen my bruises."

I continued on, even as the glares worsened, those creepy black and crimson eyes attempting to stare me down:

"They... were about to kill me this morning, for threatening to tell you... I didn't say anything because they threatened to kill my friends If I did. Then, he showed up..."

I swallowed, then said,

"... he saved my life."

The vulgar boy, having lost control of himself, yelled:

"YOU #$#! I'll #$ KILL YOU!"

He realized the consequence of what he had just said directly after the fact. Mitsubishi-sama raised an eyebrow.

"I… see… You may go now, Kinimoto-san and Li-San."

We turned to leave, and as Mitsubishi-sama closed the door, I noticed the group begin to glare at the vulger one.

They would have a field day with him.

Once outside, the boy turned to me, saying:

"You... didn't have to do that. My cla... parents move around frequently, so it was probably for the best."

"I couldn't let them make you responsible for all this..."

I began, stopping. I continued:

"... and besides, you saved me... they would've found a way to avoid punishment, and might have gone after me again, or even you!"

I breathed, then:

"I... wanted a way to thank you... I don't even know your name..."

He thought for a moment, then:

"My name is... Syaoran."

Syaoran... that was a cute name..

"My name is Sakura. Sakura Kinimoto."

Silence... then:

"I know! How about I make you a lunch... meet me at the cafeteria?"

He seemed a little taken a back by this.

"Uh... sure."

"Pinky swear!"

I held out my pinky finger, and he took it, blushing a little... but then, he smiled, taking in my hand with his other. I attempted to hold back a blush myself.

"...Pinky swear..." he replied, right as the bell for homeroom rang. I began to run down the hall, but not without first turning around and waving back to him.

Syaoran...what a nice name...

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Author's Notes: Well, how was it? Still confused? Feel free to tell me so... please specify what confused you, however, and I shall be happy to explain it to the best of my ability.

Syaoran "Little Bear" in Chinese and Japanese.