Hello again! I tried to make this story funny…. But my brain feels dead. Oh well!
I feel suicidal today because I have so much homework! It's so unfair. *sniff* R+R!
Disclaimer: I don't own cardcaptor sakura. I own nothing. Not even a single piece of lint, but I guess I really wouldn't want that anyways.
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A Lesson not soon to be Forgotten
Chapter 2
*That day, After School*
Syaoran walked through the schoolyard after school that day. Why, he thought angrily, does everything happen to me? He glared up at the cloudless blue sky. Do you WANT to see me make a fool of myself in front of the most perfect girl in the world, God? Do you really want to see me turn into a blushing, stuttering idiot every time I get near her? Do you really want to see me trip over my own feet, or—
"Mmmpph"
"Oooooophhhhhh"
Syaoran felt himself collide with another body. Glancing in front of him to see whom he had hit, he groaned. Just his luck—to run into Eriol when he really wasn't in the mood for torture.
(A/N: surprised you there, didn't I? No, it wasn't Sakura!)
"You!" Syaoran spat. Eriol smiled calmly. "Hello, descendant. You don't sound pleased to see me, for some reason. Looking forward to your study session with Sakura?"
"You planned this, didn't you, Eriol? You used your magic to somehow tamper with Mr. Terada's mind so he'd pick me to tutor Sakura, or you made sure that Sakura got a bad grade on that exam, or, or—you did something, I know it! Admit it!" said Syaoran furiously.
Eriol looked at Syaoran innocently. "Syaoran, I'm surprised at you. How could you ever even suspect me of doing such a hideous, cruel, malicious deed to you? I'm hurt." Eriol's eyes twinkled.
"You will be hurt soon if you don't get out of my face," Syaoran growled at him.
"Besides," Eriol continued, as if he hadn't heard Syaoran, "you should be happy. You can finally spend a few hours alone with the angel of your dreams." Eriol glanced at a spot behind Syaoran and chuckled. "Speak of the devil, Sakura! We were just talking about you!"
Syaoran spun around, and found himself face-to-face with Sakura.
"Hi, Syaoran!" she said sweetly. Syaoran, who was so surprised by finding himself so breathtakingly close to Sakura, unfortunately lost his balance at that particular moment. He toppled onto Sakura, and sent them both crashing into the ground. Syaoran groaned. This cannot be happening. He opened his eyes and found a pair of amused green emeralds looking back up at him.
Sakura giggled. "Are you all right, Syaoran?"
"Errrr… I'm fine." He stuttered. He then realized he was in a rather awkward position—he was lying on top of Sakura. He immediately leapt to his feet, looking like more of a tomato than anything. He offered his hand to Sakura and asked her if she was alright when he noticed a glassy black camera lens and a tiny, flashing red light sticking out from amongst the bushes. The torture instrument from hell.
"Tomoyo!!" Syaoran and Sakura called out simultaneously.
"Can you not film anything for at least ten minutes?" Syaoran hissed. They heard a high-pitched giggle and Tomoyo emerged from the shrubbery, starry-eyed. "Oooooooohhhh! But Syaoran, that was so kawaii! I mean, you're still holding hands!" They both immediately dropped their hands to their sides.
"Oh, and Sakura, I was wondering if I could make you a costume for your tutoring session with Syaoran! I have some super designs!"
Sakura sweat dropped. "Errrrr…no, Tomoyo." Tomoyo pouted, obviously disappointed.
"Anyway, Syaoran," Sakura said glancing at Syaoran," I came to ask you if we were still on for tomorrow. Three o'clock at my house, right?"
Syaoran managed to give her a tiny smile. "Yeah, sounds good."
Sakura's face lit up. "Great! Well, I'll be heading home now." She turned to leave but stopped and faced Syaoran. "And by the way, Syaoran, you have a beautiful smile. You should do it more often." With that, she skipped away cheerfully.
Syaoran's face blushed so red that Eriol and Tomoyo could almost feel the heat radiating from him.
"If you want to score some points with the girl you love, you'd better go walk her home, Syaoran," Tomoyo advised him.
Syaoran's jaw dropped. Was he that obvious? "I—I don't… love Sakura!" he lied awkwardly, but he could see that Tomoyo didn't believe him.
Eriol smiled smugly. "Sure you don't, little wolf. That's exactly why your face looks like a tomato every time she smiles at you." Syaoran glared daggers at him. "Well, I'll see you around." Eriol kissed Tomoyo on the hand and whispered something into her ear, which made her giggle and blush. He looked at Syaoran.
"Have fun tomorrow, Syaoran…. but not too much fun." And he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and just before Syaoran could strangle him.
"Bye Syaoran. Remember: tell her how you feel, or she'll never know." Tomoyo smiled loftily at him and walked away.
As much as I hate her boyfriend and her damned camera, she does have a point, Syaoran thought to himself sadly. I have to tell her sooner or later. She's not going to stay waiting for me forever. Tomorrow, he swallowed. I will tell her.
Syaoran started walking to his apartment, wild ideas chasing each other around his head on how to confess his love to Sakura. Should I bring a gift, or something? He thought to himself. No, I don't want to make her feel like it's a date, it might freak her out… Should I dress formal? Casual?
Not paying much attention to where he was going, Syaoran soon found himself in front of Sakura's house. He stood there for a moment, feeling content just being at least somewhat close to Sakura's happy, bubbly, pink aura. Syaoran, along with the rest of the neighbourhood, suddenly heard Touya's screams of rage from inside the house.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'SYAORAN'S COMING OVER TOMMORROW?' "
There was a brief silence, then, "TUTORING YOU?! I DON"T CARE! THAT CHINESE GAKI IS NOT STEPPING FOOT INSIDE THIS HOUSE!!" Syaoran could almost see the house shaking from Touya's angry bellows.
He winced. How could he have forgotten? Along with everything else that he was going to have to endure tomorrow, he had to deal with Touya, too. Syaoran sighed, and headed back to his apartment.
Tutoring Sakura was going to be a lot harder than he had anticipated.
Well? Tell me what you think. Think that I should continue, or just stop while I'm ahead?
I'm running out of ideas! Help me out. Also, I need to sharpen up on my Japanese… how do you say hello? Goodbye? Yes? No?
Plz tell me!!
R+R!!!!!
P.S. it might take me a while to put up the next chapter. Be patient, I assure you that it will be within the next year! J
