Laaallallaalalla allaalalal deeeeeeeeeee dooooooo

Komomo : Shut up phinnie .-. stop looking at yaoi and do some work!! (angry)

Phinnie : noooooooooooooooo GIMME BACK MY YAOIIIIII T-T...

Komomo : o-o;... -deletes yaoi-

Phinnie : noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo grr rawr im going on strike. no yaoi... NO STORRYYY

Komomo : -raises fist-

Phinnie : o.o... j..just joking.

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Chapter 4 : Another Step Back

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I am Syaoran Li.

Basically, I'm a 17 year old student in South Island School. The school where nothing happens. I get straight-A grades, I'm pretty much, extraordinary at all sports, I'm also one of the school's hottest food, I've got a lots of 'friends' and somewhat 'girls', oh and I'm also the heir to the Li Corps business- meaning I'm filthy rich and I walk around with at least 2 or 3 bodyguards behind me. So.

What's my flaw?

Well.

I fucking hate every single living thing in this world.

There is only one beautiful thing in this world and well I hate her too.

This lucky girl happens to be asleep on my shoulder at the moment. Asleep like an angel.

It's strange how this girl who happens to be scared to even sit a meter from me, always manages, to collapse and lean on my shoulder when she falls asleep.

"Get your head off me woman. You're cutting off my blood supply." I muttered into her ear.

She didn't move.

Not that I expected her to. So I used the tip of my finger and poked her head off me. No such luck. Her whole body collapsed once again, now with her head on my lap.

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Well.

No complaint here.

Sakura is one of those people who never really try to look her best. To me, I would say she always looks best. The small curl in the end of her auburn hair always shines lighter than the rest of her hair… so natural and so enticing. It's quite fun to pull a strand of her hair and then watch it curl back again- like a spring.
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Someone slap me, I'm growing dumber everyday.

Her face expression remained to look so peaceful… so angelic and innocent. So angelic that at times I wanted to taint her pureness and destroy it.. (Komomo says : S&M?!?!??!?!!?! Phinnie : yay!!! Komomo: ... (smack))

It's wrong but, I really wanted to kiss her then.

I swallowed slowly.

Damn. Must Control self. Must control self.

Someone slap me again. I'm growing more demented every day.

I saw that her hands were lightly clutching something.

Oh. It's the Kero thing. The small stupid looking doll…thing she carries around everywhere. I know that, that doll is really precious to her- Something her dad gave her or something.

That doll…

Hmmm…

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It has been nearly…2 years since Sakura had come to Hong Kong. She was eleven now, going twelve. Her mother had passed away from a sudden disease only a few months ago. Yet she had bravely gotten up and refused to break down.

People had started calling her "the cursed one", as her father and brother had gone to heaven whilst she was in Japan, and now as she arrived to Hong Kong, her mother had fell sick, and after a short 1 year and a half, followed suit; passing away.

Her step-father loathed her, also believing that she was the sole-reason for her mother's death. She was a cursed child afterall, and she was not even his own child. However, she had those bright green eyes, so similar to her mother; he was weak in its presence. Thus, he avoided her, ignoring her presence, to an extent of often forgetting her existance.

Not that she had a problem. He was bound to a marriage contract with her mother; and thus even through his loath, he had taken her in. She was thankful.

She did not excel in English, nevertheless, she could at least now understand it.
Kero, was a doll that she carried around with her all the time- since it was made from her father 5 years ago, it had become one of her most precious possessions… as well as one of her only ones too.

Sakura had been cleaning the backyard, clutching Kero in her little left hand whilst dusting the leaves off the main walkway. There was a lot of maids and servants living in the Li household, and she was one of them.

After her mother's death, everyone agreed that she had no more meaning than the other servants, and thus for her living and food, she had worked in the Li Household.

As Kero, as her only friend and hope she had peacefully accepted her place in life. After all it was true that she had never really been the daughter of Mr. Li.

Mr. Li pretty much did not really care of her existence, he did not know her name, and did not try to.. She had never seen him after the funeral ceremony, it did not affect her. He had given her shelter as well as food; she had nothing left in this world.

"Hey servant-girl what's in your hand?" said the first mocking voice.

"Yeah servant girl what's clutched on your little servant hands huh? Are you cursing your doll too?" the second said. The little girl faced them, with a big smile.

"s that how you killed your whole family? That's dangerous isn't it? Hand it over cursed-servant-girl" said the first. "Yeah- give it to us now" followed the second.

Still holding a huge smile, Sakura answered. "Sorry, I can't give you this. My father made it for me, its very precious to me you see"

"Who says I can't? I'm taking it anyways HAHA" the first barked as he snatched the doll from the girl's passive hands. "Yeah—Try taking it back cursed dweeb Huh Huh" the second followed.

"Aiya—Really I can't give it you hehe" Sakura, still giggling, kicked the first boy in the face and retrieved back her Kero doll back to her hands.

"D-did that ignorant little orphan just kick me? How dare she?"

"We are high-class rich people. Get on your knees slave."

"Let's tell the other servants to get rid of her"

"You are so dead little girl, just like your family."

Through all the talking, Sakura had never stopped smiling the same smile.

"Bet you guy's can't do that" she answered in her cheerful sing-song voice.
"Who says we can't? Watch us Huh Huh" the second replied.

Sakura, then stated jokingly, with her ever-present smile "Because you both have a crush on me that's why."

Both the boys turned bright red.

"A-a-as if!!!"

Speechless, the first boy slapped her hand- causing Kero to fall to the floor… and right in front of The Syaoran Li's foot.

Syaoran Li was standing just a few meters away from them, his hands in his pockets of his sophisticated suit and tie, which he wore every single day.

His presence screamed authority.

The two boys looked up fearfully to the cold icy stare that was directed at them.
"Uh-uh it-it's S-Syaoran. U-um Uh G-Good afternoon… L-lets go"

The scrawny boys ran away, quite hastily actually, the obvious fear of Syaoran's power, present on their faces.

"Hi Syaoran! Could you pick Kero up for me?" Sakura said in the same sweet voice and big smile.

Syaoran did not say anything, he merely stared at her, a still cold glare daggering from his eyes.

Sakura, now with a given up still-present smile on her face, bent down to reach for her doll… that was when Syaoran got his feet on top of it before she could get it.

"Go on. Cry." That was all he said as he stepped onto the doll deeper and deeper into the ground. Sakura was frozen, just watching her doll, with a stunned expression in her face. She looked up at Syaoran as if begging him to lift his foot.

"I said. Cry. Your useless mother just fricken died. And you're smiling. YOU cursed her, and you know it. If only you weren't alive, your family would still be alive. What are you… mentally retarded? Some brainless robot? Or maybe your an evil witch... As vile as your own vile mother."

Sakura, still frozen could just stare at him. By then, Syaoran had kicked the doll and caught it with his hands… and with his other hand he ripped the doll's left arm… and then the right arm.

Sakura's eyes were now in shock as she stared at the cotton flowing out of the ripped limbs.

"Stop faking that smile. Liar. Dumbass. Witch." With that, Syaoran turned away to walk off.

There was a moment silence, as Sakura stared blankly at her broken precious treasure.

"Are you happy now?" Syaoran stopped and looked back at her with the same cold expression.

Sakura slowly got up, her face hidden under her hair.

"Are you happy now? Now that you've ruined the only item left of my family… The only precious thing I've got left in this world?"

Syaoran's eyes had now widened as he saw Sakura's tears drop.

"Syaoran…You're wrong. You're the robot. Even though you're just a kid, you've never even smiled or laughed ever… At least…At least I haven't given up at living life. That's the best and only thing I can do for my family in heaven."

Syaoran stared speechless, Sakura's words froze him, colder than any ice, so cold that it burnt- her tears opened something inside himthat was once thought as non-existent

Sakura lifted her head, her eyes full of pity, tears sorrowing down her face, as if scorching her skin with heavy volume.

Was she crying for me?

Syaoran turned his heel and ran off, his mind was diseasing with anger, confusion and hatred... but his heart was acting strangely... beating so fast with something he could not understand.

"At least… I haven't given up at living my life…"

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Syaoran was deep in thought when I woke up. He did not notice that I was awake. Nor did I notice my head was on his lap either. I was too busy watching him.

His eyes had a different shade to it. A shade I didn't often see. Clutched on his hand, was my Kero doll.

I panicked.

When did he get the doll off me? What will he do with it?

But I could not move, somehow my eyes were frozen on his fingers. His fingers were tracing over the rough stitching on Kero's limbs… I had stitched that after he had ripped the limbs about…well ages ago… 5 or 6 years ago it could be.

When Syaoran finally realized I was awake, that was when I realized I was on his lap. He dropped the doll in surprise and I jumped up from surprise… bashing my pathetic head on the car ceiling. "AHHHH I'M SORRY…Ah…Oww…"

His eyes had gone back to its normal shade and were now looking out of the window. I watched his reflection on the window in curiosity.

I don't know what came over me, but I asked. "S-Syaoran, do you still remember that time… that time when my doll was ripped." I did not say that he had ripped it. I didn't want to sound accusing.

As if he was dying to say it, Syaoran answered immediately.

"Of course I remember. How can I forget…? How can I forget when it was the first time I ever saw you cry." His voice was dripping with… somewhat anguish. Even his eyes seemed quite…different.

I did not fully understand but…

I smiled at him. Somehow it felt that something was different... Something was warmer.

Syaoran said nothing after that.

And the rest of the journey was spent in a comfortable silence.

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Hm. This one is pretty much on a sweet memory. Oh and someone wanted to make sure Kero was in the story. Ha. Besides. Kero is also my favorite character. :')

Komomo : of course Kero has to be important! He was the first memory that triggered Syaoran's heart hehehe how romaanttticc (smile)

Phinnie : ... (yawn) I want a Kero doll too... and those anime figures... ooo specially the d.grayman and fate stay night (drool)

Komomo: ... Please beat this otaku up. She's drooling over guy AND girl figures.

Phinnie : excuse me, otakus are free people!!! in anime it doesnt matter whether its a girl or guy.. muhahaha...

Komomo : -jumps off cliff-

Phinnie : nuuuu don't leave me alone in this cruel cruel world -watches anime-