Hello everybody! Long time no see!!! I'm so sorry! I've been punished and not even been allowed to touch the computer! The only reason I was able to write back to your e-mails, is cause I checked e-mail at school! EE heeheheheee! You know what's a great show? Invader Zim! It's hilarious! hahhaha hahhah ahahaaa! Oh, man. That has to be one of the greatest! Well, next to CardCaptor Sakura, of course! Ha hahahahahhahaaaa! I know some of you asked me to e-mail you when I posted this, but I changed e-mails, and I lost your guys' addresses! So sorry! Okay, so your probably all very angry with me for leaving you with a cliff hanger for more than six weeks. So! Here ya go!
Aye yi yi! No! I don't own Cardcaptors! *boo hoo* *sob sob* *squish squish* I hope your all *sniff* happy with yourselves! Just kidding! But I still don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. =.(
I've Found You
By: DreaDreamer
Chapter 6-Good times...
"He's not Syaoran."
Sakura stared at Kero, what he said not sinking into her.
"W-What?", asked Sakura. She felt the words roll out of her mouth heavily like lumps of cold stone.
Kero stared at Sakura coldly. "I said he's not Syaoran. You killed him, remember?"
Sakura felt her knees give out under her and she fell to the ground. "What?! Kero! What--", Sakura broke down into sobs.
"Yes, it's hard to face facts isn't it? You've been running away from it for eight years now." He cocked his head at her.
'Why does that look so familiar,' Sakura thought to herself, still sobbing. 'Kero never does that.'
Kero started to talk again, bringing Sakura back to the harsh words that stung her. "And now, you must realize that Syaoran's death is your fault and no one else's. There is no running away from the truth now, no one here to tell you it was an accident."
Sakura could only sob brokenly on the ground, the cold, stone words racked her insides with invisible shivers.
"Yes Sakura. It hurts doesn't it? Nothing but pain, cold, cruel pain. But, I can help you. That pain, all that pain, could go away in an instant." Kero stared at Sakura, his words sneakily sympathetic. "So, what do you say?" Kero gave a feeling-less grin.
Sakura stayed on the ground where she was, covering her face with her hands. Kero lost his grin and glared heartlessly down at her. He tried again.
"You have nightmares don't you? Late at night, you replay the images again and again, over and over. You know the truth." Kero's words struck at Sakura's heart like a stake. Each word hammered the stake deeper into her tender heart.
"No, no, no...", Sakura wailed with her hands over her ears. "It was an accident..."
Kero smiled. 'Got her!', the thing smiled.
"And Sakura, I understand that. No one else believes you but me. Not your father, not Tomoyo, not even Toya. But Sakura, even if it was an accident, it still happened. You killed Syaoran Li. You. But, if you just would've listened to the man from your dreams, the man who told you the truth-"
"How do you know about him?", asked Sakura her red-rimmed eyes looking up at him from her cupped hands. "I never told you about my dreams."
"Yes, well, I heard you one night whimpering some gibberish and-," He stopped. He had made a mistake. Kero, the 'real' Kero, had been at the arcade every night.
Sakura got up from her crouched position after a moment's silence. She grabbed 'Kero' off the bed, held his arms down, and looked straight into his beady little eyes. The eyes flickered after a moment, and Sakura caught a glimpse of evil, gray, heartless eyes. Eyes that now showed an astonished look.
"You listen to me, you little creep! (Ah, that's a good word.)", Sakura's eyes were blazing. The green stood out brightly from her red-framed eyes. "If you ever bother me again, I will *kill* you. Do you understand? And if you're already dead, I will kill you again. You say you know pain worse than I have ever dreamed? You haunt me again, and I will show you pain you have never dreamed, thought, or imagined." Sakura had made her way over to her window. As she was finishing her last sentence, she opened the window and held the helpless, little creature outside.
"Stay away from me." Sakura opened her hand and let the fake animal drop.
Sakura turned away from the window. "You killed him", was the last thing she heard from the falling monster as it disappeared into the darkness below.
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"Hmm. It seems I have underestimated this CardCaptor", said the falling, fake, upside-down, teddy bear. (But he's not actually a teddy bear though, right? He's just a smaller version of himself? Oh, who cares.) But instead of falling into the street in front of an upcoming car, he passed through it and into a dark element of time. "She's not as weak as I thought she would be." He turned right side up and changed back into the ugly man he really was.
"I suppose its time to rethink tactics." He then smiled. "Hmph. I love challenges. I will show her pain."
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The next morning, Sakura woke up with a start. The clock across from her window struck the time of 6:00 a.m.. Sakura had slept by her window all night. She turned her head around to look outside, and a sharp pain went up the side of her neck.
'I'm gonna feel that for a week...', she thought rubbing her neck. She wasn't in a big hurry to get to her first class of the day. She didn't feel emotionally ready for it. She got up and walked to her bed. Just as she put the covers over her shoulder, someone knocked on her door.
'If I don't answer, then they'll go away. If I don't answer then they'll go away...", thought Sakura over and over.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockkno...*
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT?!", shrieked Sakura jumping out of bed and opening the door fuming.
Syaoran stood there dressed cutely in a green t-shirt, with black pants. 'No! Don't look Sakura! All you see is someone rudely awakening you from a badly needed rest.' She closed her eyes and asked, "What?"
Syaoran stood staring at her with a small grin on his face. Sakura looked extremely funny. o.O Since she had slept against the wall, her hair, in the back, stood up, her eyes were screwed shut, and she had a big frown. "You look like a lemon", said Syaoran laughing rudely.
"Is there something you wanted besides telling me I look like fruit?", asked Sakura putting her hands on her waist with her eyes still closed. *Are lemons fruit? What if it isn't? Ha hahaha! Sakura's an idiot! Sakura: You're the one writing this story! You're the idiot! Oh....=( *
Syaoran silently thanked the *idiotic*(Take that Sakura!) Sakura for having her eyes closed. He fidgeted with his hands and looked down. Even with her eyes closed he still couldn't look at her. "Uh, well, (ahem) for helping me with my, er, uh, discomfort-"
"Big, painful welt," Sakura interrupted.
Syaoran stared at Sakura bewildered. "Wh-what?"
"The welt on your hand was not a 'discomfort', it was a big, painful wound. Say it. Don't take away from my victory."
Syaoran continued to stare at Sakura confused, "Ooookay. For helping me with my big, pai-
"Okay, I changed my mind, how about 'gaping flesh wound'?"
"Who cares?! Alright! Thank you for helping me with the big, gaping, PAINFUL, welt on my hand! There, are you happy? Come on, open your eyes", shouted Syaoran.
Sakura squished up her face even more and folded her arms in front of her chest.
Syaoran sighed and leaned up against the doorframe and ran his fingers through his hair. "As I was saying! Thank you for helping me with my 'DISCOMFORT' last night, and I was thinking I could help you out by helping you get to class on time every morning."
Sakura, er, *stared*, at Syaoran with her face still squelched up(squelch, what a kewl word!), and her eyes still closed. So, really, she just had her face pointed toward him. She then closed the door on him.
"Come on! I don't know what your first class is, but I know most of the teachers at school certainly don't like tardiness. Especially not Mr. Shrin.", Syaoran said listening closely to the door.
Silence.
"Mr. Shrin can just ______ __________ ___, for all I care....", grumbled Sakura. Syaoran sighed. "Did you know that this is an *elite* school? Even if you are from a different country, they have no problem in kicking you out. Most dance schools wouldn't want to accept you with being kicked out of this school on your record..."
Syaoran smiled as Sakura opened the door (with her eyes open). A mean, i-knew-you'd-see-it-my-way smile plastered Syaoran's face.
"Now come on, you only have an hour to get ready."
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Sakura was yawning as she and Syaoran walked onto the school campus. It looked much more busy than it had the day before. The school looked even better with people all around it. Sakura glanced at Syaoran to see he was scowling around at the school.
Sakura, puzzled, asked, "Don't you like this school? I thought you said it was elite."
Syaoran looked over at her and said, "That's not it..." He turned to a guy and said, "What? Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
Sakura realized that all the guys were staring at her. She smiled and waved. Syaoran, still scowling, said, "Geez, you are clueless. Are you always like this?"
Sakura glared up at him, "Excuse me, but I think you should watch who you're calling names. Did you, by any chance, take a look at the girls?"
Syaoran turned and looked at the girls as they passed. They were staring at him seductively, batting their eyes and licking their lips. Syaoran shivered. Sakura laughed.
"See? Who's the clueless one now?"
"Hmm...", Syaoran put one hand on his waist and with his other hand, tapped his chin. "No, it's still you." Sakura laughed and stepped on his foot. *Stamped* (What?) *Stamped, I stamped on his foot* (Ooookay. "Stamped", on his foot.) *Thank you*
Syaoran forgot about the guys' and girls' eyes on them as they walked into the school hallway, getting caught up in Sakura.
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"Okay class," said Mr. Shrin addressing his class, "Now that we're two semester's into the school year (Oh yeah, Sakura and Syaoran are two semesters into the school year. FYI.), we shall begin Chinese Interpretive Dance."
Sakura stood up, "Woo Hoo!" Everyone looked at her and laughed. Sakura smiled and sat down. It had been a good year for her. She had lots of new friends, but she still kept up with her old ones back home. These had been some of the best days of her life, besides the ones when she was little. And she hadn't had any dreams for months now.
"Thank you, Miss Kinomoto, for that wonderful introduction", said Mr. Shrin with a grin on his face, "Now, back to what we'll be doing..."
As Sakura looked over at Syaoran, she thought, 'It has been an amazing year.' Syaoran looked up at her and smiled. After that day they had walked to school together, he had taken a seat just across the aisle from her, and she still had her window seat. She smiled back and looked out her window. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she felt rigid and hot. No matter how she tried to hide it from herself, she truly liked this Syaoran, if he was real or not. Sakura's eyes glazed with tears. That's what scared her, what if he wasn't real? Ever since that night with the imposter Kero, she didn't know what she should believe. She didn't want to believe that he wasn't real, that this wonderful life she had found was all just a dream that would wisp away when she woke up. She wiped her eyes on her hand without anyone seeing, and kept them to the front of the class.
"...so this should be fun, even if you're not the most talented dancer in the world. And in Ms. Kinomoto's case, even if you are. We shall start next week, and like any project that we have done, we need supplies. You will need comfortable clothes to work in, and comfortable shoes. Nothing sleazy or trashy(Giving Casaki Aino a meaningful stare), but conservative and elegant."
The bell rang as he finished. "Okay, so next week on Monday! We'll be in room 436."
As Sakura and Syaoran walked out, Casaki caught up with them.
"Syaoran I was just talking to Mr. Shrin, and he was saying we can work in partners-"
"No he didn't," Sakura said peeking over Syaoran. Sakura was on one side of him and Casaki on the other. Casaki scowled at Sakura. "How do you know?"
"Because he went over it in class, 'Absolutely no partners'."
"Well, I was thinking ,SYAORAN, that if you'd be my partner, then we could convince Mr. Shrin to let us work in partners."
"Why would you think Mr. Shrin would do that for you?", asked Sakura, interrupting again.
"Because he likes me."
"Nuh uh."
"Yeah huh!"
"Nuh uh" "Yeah huh!" "Nuh uh!" "Yeah huh!" "Nuh uh!" Syaoran stared at the two girls bickering in front of him and shouted, "Um, Casaki, even if we could work in partners, I only have one person I'd like to work with. And that person isn't you. See you in Math!"
And with that he led Sakura(who had an open mouth) away, and left Casaki(who had an open mouth) standing alone in the hallway.
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As Sakura sat in her English class, she thought about who Syaoran might want to work with. All the girls in class liked him. 'Heh. All the girls in the school like him,' thought Sakura bitterly. It made her insides cringe to think Syaoran might like a girl in class. But why? He had a right to like girls. 'I'm just his friend. That's all he thinks of me as', Sakura sighed. 'But I still wonder...'
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Syaoran and Sakura were walking home. Syaoran was talking about how he was gonna do a whole bunch better than Sakura, but Sakura wasn't really listening.
"So, ya know, don't feel bad when I get an A++ and you only get, y'know an A."
"They don't give A++'s", said Sakura absent-mindedly.
"Aha", said Syaoran tapping Sakura on the nose lightly with his finger, surprising her and bringing all her attention to him. "They will when they get a load of me." Sakura rubbed her nose smiling.
"And wait till y-"
"Syaoran? Who did you want to work with? If we were allowed to have partners, I mean. Cause I've been thinking about it all day, and there's a bunch of pretty girls in our class, and, well, not that you'd necessarily go only for the pretty ones, because there's a bunch of talented dancers in class, I'm sure-"
Syaoran looked at Sakura confused for a moment, before finally catching on to what she was talking about. 'Geez Sakura, you are clueless', he thought to himself grinning. Sakura continued rambling, seeming to forget he was there, "And I'm sure the boys in our class are good too,
but-"
"You've been thinking about it all day?"
Sakura looked up at Syaoran with her eyes large. He was grinning at her. "D-did I say that?" Sakura looked away and said, "W-well I mean, of course, that the thought crossed my mind once or twice, or-"
"I'll give you hints. How 'bout that?" Sakura smiled and said, "Okay", when she was really thinking, 'Oh no...'
"Well, she has beautiful hair, bright, happy eyes, can dance very, very well, and she's from another country."
Sakura thought for a moment. Than looked up at him with wide, sad eyes with a weak smile. "I know who it is...The girl, Kellynn, from America. (haha! That's for my bud Kellynn. Her name's Kellynn. And I bet you a quarter I'm spelling her name wrong...) Yeah, I heard she dances good an-"
"No! Sakura, no! That's not who it is! Here, stop a minute."
Sakura stopped and faced him, her eyes still sad. They were at the beginning of the park sidewalk, and no one was around. Syaoran smiled at Sakura and ran his hand across her hair down to the end of her braid. Sakura's eyes widened and she gasped internally as she felt his hand against her back. He brought the tip of her braid over her shoulder and placed it so it ran down the front of her shirt. "She has beautiful hair...", he said as he moved his hands to her face. He cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, "She has a kind face, the most beautiful eyes that will ever grace this world, and..." He brought his mouth close to her ear. "...the most painful punch a girl could have!"
Syaoran ran away laughing down the sidewalk, and across the street to the apartment building. Sakura stood dazed staring ahead of her. o.O She started to twitch her fingers as happy annoyance ran through her body. She ran after Syaoran smiling and shouting, "And how do you know this girl? She sounds too good for you!"
Syaoran was at the top of the stairs. "You'd think that wouldn't you? But I didn't mention she's skinny as a twig, doesn't know when to shut up, and she's absolutely and totally clueless!" He continued running and snickering.
"Well, it seems to me that you're the one with the mouth that's too big for your own good! So, I'll do you and her a favor and shut you up!", yelled Sakura laughing and running up the stairs after him. By this time people were staring, but Sakura didn't notice or care. The people on the street laughed and continued on with what they were doing. But in the bushes, by the spot where Sakura and Syaoran had just stood, someone else was laughing, but for different reasons.
An ugly, pale, man with balding black hair crouched in the bushes. "So, that's how I will get you Cardcaptor. This will hurt you more than I could've hoped for..."
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Drea's Notes: Well! I hope that was worth the, what was it? Seven week wait! Don't worry, I'm off punishment now, and it's summer vacation, so I'm positive you won't have to wait this long for another chapter! Well, unless I get punished again...but! I'll try real hard to be good! Well, I hope this chapter was good. We're drawing to a close on this story, and I just want to say: You need to watch Zim on Fridays at 9:00 p.m. on Nickelodeon! Funny as heck! he is! So, I love you all, and thank you so so so so sosososososoossosososossososososososo so much for your kindness and patience! I love the Moulin Rouge! Okay, and *Calvin* sucks and I don't like him anymore. FYI. Hi Sha-chan! I'll write to ya soon! Okay, I'm done...
*DreaDreamer
Aye yi yi! No! I don't own Cardcaptors! *boo hoo* *sob sob* *squish squish* I hope your all *sniff* happy with yourselves! Just kidding! But I still don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. =.(
I've Found You
By: DreaDreamer
Chapter 6-Good times...
"He's not Syaoran."
Sakura stared at Kero, what he said not sinking into her.
"W-What?", asked Sakura. She felt the words roll out of her mouth heavily like lumps of cold stone.
Kero stared at Sakura coldly. "I said he's not Syaoran. You killed him, remember?"
Sakura felt her knees give out under her and she fell to the ground. "What?! Kero! What--", Sakura broke down into sobs.
"Yes, it's hard to face facts isn't it? You've been running away from it for eight years now." He cocked his head at her.
'Why does that look so familiar,' Sakura thought to herself, still sobbing. 'Kero never does that.'
Kero started to talk again, bringing Sakura back to the harsh words that stung her. "And now, you must realize that Syaoran's death is your fault and no one else's. There is no running away from the truth now, no one here to tell you it was an accident."
Sakura could only sob brokenly on the ground, the cold, stone words racked her insides with invisible shivers.
"Yes Sakura. It hurts doesn't it? Nothing but pain, cold, cruel pain. But, I can help you. That pain, all that pain, could go away in an instant." Kero stared at Sakura, his words sneakily sympathetic. "So, what do you say?" Kero gave a feeling-less grin.
Sakura stayed on the ground where she was, covering her face with her hands. Kero lost his grin and glared heartlessly down at her. He tried again.
"You have nightmares don't you? Late at night, you replay the images again and again, over and over. You know the truth." Kero's words struck at Sakura's heart like a stake. Each word hammered the stake deeper into her tender heart.
"No, no, no...", Sakura wailed with her hands over her ears. "It was an accident..."
Kero smiled. 'Got her!', the thing smiled.
"And Sakura, I understand that. No one else believes you but me. Not your father, not Tomoyo, not even Toya. But Sakura, even if it was an accident, it still happened. You killed Syaoran Li. You. But, if you just would've listened to the man from your dreams, the man who told you the truth-"
"How do you know about him?", asked Sakura her red-rimmed eyes looking up at him from her cupped hands. "I never told you about my dreams."
"Yes, well, I heard you one night whimpering some gibberish and-," He stopped. He had made a mistake. Kero, the 'real' Kero, had been at the arcade every night.
Sakura got up from her crouched position after a moment's silence. She grabbed 'Kero' off the bed, held his arms down, and looked straight into his beady little eyes. The eyes flickered after a moment, and Sakura caught a glimpse of evil, gray, heartless eyes. Eyes that now showed an astonished look.
"You listen to me, you little creep! (Ah, that's a good word.)", Sakura's eyes were blazing. The green stood out brightly from her red-framed eyes. "If you ever bother me again, I will *kill* you. Do you understand? And if you're already dead, I will kill you again. You say you know pain worse than I have ever dreamed? You haunt me again, and I will show you pain you have never dreamed, thought, or imagined." Sakura had made her way over to her window. As she was finishing her last sentence, she opened the window and held the helpless, little creature outside.
"Stay away from me." Sakura opened her hand and let the fake animal drop.
Sakura turned away from the window. "You killed him", was the last thing she heard from the falling monster as it disappeared into the darkness below.
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"Hmm. It seems I have underestimated this CardCaptor", said the falling, fake, upside-down, teddy bear. (But he's not actually a teddy bear though, right? He's just a smaller version of himself? Oh, who cares.) But instead of falling into the street in front of an upcoming car, he passed through it and into a dark element of time. "She's not as weak as I thought she would be." He turned right side up and changed back into the ugly man he really was.
"I suppose its time to rethink tactics." He then smiled. "Hmph. I love challenges. I will show her pain."
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The next morning, Sakura woke up with a start. The clock across from her window struck the time of 6:00 a.m.. Sakura had slept by her window all night. She turned her head around to look outside, and a sharp pain went up the side of her neck.
'I'm gonna feel that for a week...', she thought rubbing her neck. She wasn't in a big hurry to get to her first class of the day. She didn't feel emotionally ready for it. She got up and walked to her bed. Just as she put the covers over her shoulder, someone knocked on her door.
'If I don't answer, then they'll go away. If I don't answer then they'll go away...", thought Sakura over and over.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockkno...*
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT?!", shrieked Sakura jumping out of bed and opening the door fuming.
Syaoran stood there dressed cutely in a green t-shirt, with black pants. 'No! Don't look Sakura! All you see is someone rudely awakening you from a badly needed rest.' She closed her eyes and asked, "What?"
Syaoran stood staring at her with a small grin on his face. Sakura looked extremely funny. o.O Since she had slept against the wall, her hair, in the back, stood up, her eyes were screwed shut, and she had a big frown. "You look like a lemon", said Syaoran laughing rudely.
"Is there something you wanted besides telling me I look like fruit?", asked Sakura putting her hands on her waist with her eyes still closed. *Are lemons fruit? What if it isn't? Ha hahaha! Sakura's an idiot! Sakura: You're the one writing this story! You're the idiot! Oh....=( *
Syaoran silently thanked the *idiotic*(Take that Sakura!) Sakura for having her eyes closed. He fidgeted with his hands and looked down. Even with her eyes closed he still couldn't look at her. "Uh, well, (ahem) for helping me with my, er, uh, discomfort-"
"Big, painful welt," Sakura interrupted.
Syaoran stared at Sakura bewildered. "Wh-what?"
"The welt on your hand was not a 'discomfort', it was a big, painful wound. Say it. Don't take away from my victory."
Syaoran continued to stare at Sakura confused, "Ooookay. For helping me with my big, pai-
"Okay, I changed my mind, how about 'gaping flesh wound'?"
"Who cares?! Alright! Thank you for helping me with the big, gaping, PAINFUL, welt on my hand! There, are you happy? Come on, open your eyes", shouted Syaoran.
Sakura squished up her face even more and folded her arms in front of her chest.
Syaoran sighed and leaned up against the doorframe and ran his fingers through his hair. "As I was saying! Thank you for helping me with my 'DISCOMFORT' last night, and I was thinking I could help you out by helping you get to class on time every morning."
Sakura, er, *stared*, at Syaoran with her face still squelched up(squelch, what a kewl word!), and her eyes still closed. So, really, she just had her face pointed toward him. She then closed the door on him.
"Come on! I don't know what your first class is, but I know most of the teachers at school certainly don't like tardiness. Especially not Mr. Shrin.", Syaoran said listening closely to the door.
Silence.
"Mr. Shrin can just ______ __________ ___, for all I care....", grumbled Sakura. Syaoran sighed. "Did you know that this is an *elite* school? Even if you are from a different country, they have no problem in kicking you out. Most dance schools wouldn't want to accept you with being kicked out of this school on your record..."
Syaoran smiled as Sakura opened the door (with her eyes open). A mean, i-knew-you'd-see-it-my-way smile plastered Syaoran's face.
"Now come on, you only have an hour to get ready."
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Sakura was yawning as she and Syaoran walked onto the school campus. It looked much more busy than it had the day before. The school looked even better with people all around it. Sakura glanced at Syaoran to see he was scowling around at the school.
Sakura, puzzled, asked, "Don't you like this school? I thought you said it was elite."
Syaoran looked over at her and said, "That's not it..." He turned to a guy and said, "What? Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
Sakura realized that all the guys were staring at her. She smiled and waved. Syaoran, still scowling, said, "Geez, you are clueless. Are you always like this?"
Sakura glared up at him, "Excuse me, but I think you should watch who you're calling names. Did you, by any chance, take a look at the girls?"
Syaoran turned and looked at the girls as they passed. They were staring at him seductively, batting their eyes and licking their lips. Syaoran shivered. Sakura laughed.
"See? Who's the clueless one now?"
"Hmm...", Syaoran put one hand on his waist and with his other hand, tapped his chin. "No, it's still you." Sakura laughed and stepped on his foot. *Stamped* (What?) *Stamped, I stamped on his foot* (Ooookay. "Stamped", on his foot.) *Thank you*
Syaoran forgot about the guys' and girls' eyes on them as they walked into the school hallway, getting caught up in Sakura.
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"Okay class," said Mr. Shrin addressing his class, "Now that we're two semester's into the school year (Oh yeah, Sakura and Syaoran are two semesters into the school year. FYI.), we shall begin Chinese Interpretive Dance."
Sakura stood up, "Woo Hoo!" Everyone looked at her and laughed. Sakura smiled and sat down. It had been a good year for her. She had lots of new friends, but she still kept up with her old ones back home. These had been some of the best days of her life, besides the ones when she was little. And she hadn't had any dreams for months now.
"Thank you, Miss Kinomoto, for that wonderful introduction", said Mr. Shrin with a grin on his face, "Now, back to what we'll be doing..."
As Sakura looked over at Syaoran, she thought, 'It has been an amazing year.' Syaoran looked up at her and smiled. After that day they had walked to school together, he had taken a seat just across the aisle from her, and she still had her window seat. She smiled back and looked out her window. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she felt rigid and hot. No matter how she tried to hide it from herself, she truly liked this Syaoran, if he was real or not. Sakura's eyes glazed with tears. That's what scared her, what if he wasn't real? Ever since that night with the imposter Kero, she didn't know what she should believe. She didn't want to believe that he wasn't real, that this wonderful life she had found was all just a dream that would wisp away when she woke up. She wiped her eyes on her hand without anyone seeing, and kept them to the front of the class.
"...so this should be fun, even if you're not the most talented dancer in the world. And in Ms. Kinomoto's case, even if you are. We shall start next week, and like any project that we have done, we need supplies. You will need comfortable clothes to work in, and comfortable shoes. Nothing sleazy or trashy(Giving Casaki Aino a meaningful stare), but conservative and elegant."
The bell rang as he finished. "Okay, so next week on Monday! We'll be in room 436."
As Sakura and Syaoran walked out, Casaki caught up with them.
"Syaoran I was just talking to Mr. Shrin, and he was saying we can work in partners-"
"No he didn't," Sakura said peeking over Syaoran. Sakura was on one side of him and Casaki on the other. Casaki scowled at Sakura. "How do you know?"
"Because he went over it in class, 'Absolutely no partners'."
"Well, I was thinking ,SYAORAN, that if you'd be my partner, then we could convince Mr. Shrin to let us work in partners."
"Why would you think Mr. Shrin would do that for you?", asked Sakura, interrupting again.
"Because he likes me."
"Nuh uh."
"Yeah huh!"
"Nuh uh" "Yeah huh!" "Nuh uh!" "Yeah huh!" "Nuh uh!" Syaoran stared at the two girls bickering in front of him and shouted, "Um, Casaki, even if we could work in partners, I only have one person I'd like to work with. And that person isn't you. See you in Math!"
And with that he led Sakura(who had an open mouth) away, and left Casaki(who had an open mouth) standing alone in the hallway.
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As Sakura sat in her English class, she thought about who Syaoran might want to work with. All the girls in class liked him. 'Heh. All the girls in the school like him,' thought Sakura bitterly. It made her insides cringe to think Syaoran might like a girl in class. But why? He had a right to like girls. 'I'm just his friend. That's all he thinks of me as', Sakura sighed. 'But I still wonder...'
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Syaoran and Sakura were walking home. Syaoran was talking about how he was gonna do a whole bunch better than Sakura, but Sakura wasn't really listening.
"So, ya know, don't feel bad when I get an A++ and you only get, y'know an A."
"They don't give A++'s", said Sakura absent-mindedly.
"Aha", said Syaoran tapping Sakura on the nose lightly with his finger, surprising her and bringing all her attention to him. "They will when they get a load of me." Sakura rubbed her nose smiling.
"And wait till y-"
"Syaoran? Who did you want to work with? If we were allowed to have partners, I mean. Cause I've been thinking about it all day, and there's a bunch of pretty girls in our class, and, well, not that you'd necessarily go only for the pretty ones, because there's a bunch of talented dancers in class, I'm sure-"
Syaoran looked at Sakura confused for a moment, before finally catching on to what she was talking about. 'Geez Sakura, you are clueless', he thought to himself grinning. Sakura continued rambling, seeming to forget he was there, "And I'm sure the boys in our class are good too,
but-"
"You've been thinking about it all day?"
Sakura looked up at Syaoran with her eyes large. He was grinning at her. "D-did I say that?" Sakura looked away and said, "W-well I mean, of course, that the thought crossed my mind once or twice, or-"
"I'll give you hints. How 'bout that?" Sakura smiled and said, "Okay", when she was really thinking, 'Oh no...'
"Well, she has beautiful hair, bright, happy eyes, can dance very, very well, and she's from another country."
Sakura thought for a moment. Than looked up at him with wide, sad eyes with a weak smile. "I know who it is...The girl, Kellynn, from America. (haha! That's for my bud Kellynn. Her name's Kellynn. And I bet you a quarter I'm spelling her name wrong...) Yeah, I heard she dances good an-"
"No! Sakura, no! That's not who it is! Here, stop a minute."
Sakura stopped and faced him, her eyes still sad. They were at the beginning of the park sidewalk, and no one was around. Syaoran smiled at Sakura and ran his hand across her hair down to the end of her braid. Sakura's eyes widened and she gasped internally as she felt his hand against her back. He brought the tip of her braid over her shoulder and placed it so it ran down the front of her shirt. "She has beautiful hair...", he said as he moved his hands to her face. He cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, "She has a kind face, the most beautiful eyes that will ever grace this world, and..." He brought his mouth close to her ear. "...the most painful punch a girl could have!"
Syaoran ran away laughing down the sidewalk, and across the street to the apartment building. Sakura stood dazed staring ahead of her. o.O She started to twitch her fingers as happy annoyance ran through her body. She ran after Syaoran smiling and shouting, "And how do you know this girl? She sounds too good for you!"
Syaoran was at the top of the stairs. "You'd think that wouldn't you? But I didn't mention she's skinny as a twig, doesn't know when to shut up, and she's absolutely and totally clueless!" He continued running and snickering.
"Well, it seems to me that you're the one with the mouth that's too big for your own good! So, I'll do you and her a favor and shut you up!", yelled Sakura laughing and running up the stairs after him. By this time people were staring, but Sakura didn't notice or care. The people on the street laughed and continued on with what they were doing. But in the bushes, by the spot where Sakura and Syaoran had just stood, someone else was laughing, but for different reasons.
An ugly, pale, man with balding black hair crouched in the bushes. "So, that's how I will get you Cardcaptor. This will hurt you more than I could've hoped for..."
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Drea's Notes: Well! I hope that was worth the, what was it? Seven week wait! Don't worry, I'm off punishment now, and it's summer vacation, so I'm positive you won't have to wait this long for another chapter! Well, unless I get punished again...but! I'll try real hard to be good! Well, I hope this chapter was good. We're drawing to a close on this story, and I just want to say: You need to watch Zim on Fridays at 9:00 p.m. on Nickelodeon! Funny as heck! he is! So, I love you all, and thank you so so so so sosososososoossosososossososososososo so much for your kindness and patience! I love the Moulin Rouge! Okay, and *Calvin* sucks and I don't like him anymore. FYI. Hi Sha-chan! I'll write to ya soon! Okay, I'm done...
*DreaDreamer