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Summary: Sakura is your average, high school student. Syaoran is on the run for a crime he didn't commit. What happens when Syaoran transfers to Sakura's school and she gets involved?
Notes: Before we begin this next chapter, I would like to clarify some things. First of all, I purposely made the last few paragraphs confusing for a little bit of a cliffhanger into this section. THERE IS NO SARS CRISIS IN MY STORY! For those who were wondering.
Oh a few other things I must mention: Kero is a hamster in my story, Suppy is a cat, Nakuru is Eroil's cousin, S+S have never met, and all other relationships are the same. Reminder to all that there is NO MAGIC! Therefore, Eroil is not a half reincarnation of Clow.
" " = Speech
' ' = Thoughts
On with the story . . .
I Just Can't Live Without You - Chapter 1
Sakura Kinomoto's eyes shot open. She sat up slowly in her bed, realizing that she was sweating heavily. Her pulse was racing. She looked at the alarm clock beside her bed. It read 6:30, too late to go back to sleep. Sakura rolled out from under the covers and removed the towel she had placed on the mattress the night before.
Sakura peeked out the window at the dawning skies. Her yellow walls reflected the sunlight beautifully through the glass. Sakura let out a large yawn and stretched.
Kero, Sakura's pet hamster stirred in his cage. He was a very strange hamster. His creamy fur looked almost yellow and he rarely exercised on his wheel. He sat around most of the time and ate a lot. Kero even required sugar in anything he consumed or else he wouldn't eat.
Sakura rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. She put on her slippers and walked over to Kero's cage. Kero came to the front glass panel and stared into Sakura's emerald eyes.
"I had the same dream again Kero," Sakura whispered quietly to the hamster. It seemed like Kero was actually listening to Sakura, which made Sakura smile. Her expression changed to a look of wonder. "I should really talk to Tomoyo about all this. It has been two weeks since all of this began. I was sure this time that the knife was going to get me squarely between the eyes. Every time it gets closer. And the two voices. The second one always says that same confusing phrase. Is it normal to have a reoccurring dream?"
Sakura sighed. She put her index finger against the glass in front of Kero. Sakura moved her finger along the surface of the glass in a circular motion. Kero imitated the motion with his body movements.
"At least I woke up later than usual this morning." Sakura continued to slide her finger along the glass while Kero followed. Sakura smiled again. "Do hamsters dream? I'll bet they do! It's always nice to have someone who listens to me."
Kero walked away from the glass and over to his empty food bowl. Sakura laughed at her pet.
"I'll get you some food. I have to be ready for school in a couple hours." Sakura stepped in front of her mirror and inspected herself. Her messy, shoulder length auburn hair was matted everywhere. Her pink pajamas were soaked with her sweat. "Don't I look great!" Sakura said sarcastically to herself.
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Syaoran slept peacefully on the plane. He was sitting in first class, but insisted on switched seats with a pregnant woman. He sat between a large Japanese man who snored and a nerd that wouldn't shut up. Reminded him of his four sisters when they sleep. Eventually he fell asleep, since these were the conditions he was used to. Very loud and very annoying.
Upon arrival, Syaoran was greeted by one of his mother's very old friends. She was very kind and cheerful. Age had given her a few wrinkles, but her indigo eyes shone with the energy of a young woman. She didn't have many gray strands in her little black bun at the back of her head. He had to address her as Mrs. Nakamura, using one of the more popular surnames, or people would get suspicious of Syaoran. If they used a common surname, people would ignore them more.
She explained that she would be his guide to Tomoeda and would be taking him to his new apartment. Mrs. Nakamura mentioned that there was furniture and appliances set up for him there.
They walked out of the airport to a small red Lexus. Syaoran glanced out the window of the passenger side, taking in as much of his new surroundings as possible. There were tons of cherry blossom trees. It reminded him of the cherry blossom tree at home that he used to read under. Each home had a stone wall around it, acting as a fence.
Mrs. Nakamura stopped the car in front of a four-story apartment building. Syaoran grabbed his luggage out of the trunk. Syaoran thanked Mrs. Nakamura. She handed him a business card with a phone number on the back and a map of Tomoeda. She said to use the number on the back to get in touch with her if he needed anything. Mrs. Nakamura added that he would be attending Tomoeda High and that there was a letter inside the map with other information.
"You're in apartment 425 I believe." Mrs. Nakamura held out a set of keys and placed them in Syaoran's hands. "I'll give you a tour of Tomoeda after school tomorrow. Everything else has been left in the apartment. Best of luck to you Syaoran."
"Arigato," Syaoran thanked Mrs. Nakamura again for her help. She climbed into the car and drove away.
Syaoran walked into the apartment building. He opened the door of apartment 425 hesitantly; making sure that nothing was blocking the entry. He closed the door behind him and flicked on the nearest light switch. He put his suitcases down.
On his right was the kitchen with a large fridge. There was a small table for two in the kitchen. Syaoran placed the keys and the map down. He took a few steps forward. Syaoran saw a glass coffee table, a couch, a recliner and a 20-inch TV. There was a window to the left of the TV. Then he looked to his left and saw an open door. He walked into the open door and found a room with green wallpaper and a mattress. He saw some packages of green linen on the floor. He saw a bathroom to the side. Syaoran walked out of his bedroom. On the other side of the apartment there was another bathroom, a spare room with a laptop set up and a closet with a laundry machine and a dryer. He opened the cabinets above the laundry machine and found a couple of towels, detergent and bleach.
Syaoran sat down at the table in the kitchen. Syaoran opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything he could drink. It was full of food much to Syaoran's surprise. He grabbed himself a can of pop. He opened up all the cabinets to find non-perishables, dishes and glasses. There were pots and cutlery in the drawers beside the sink.
'Wow, Mom really got everything here quickly.' Syaoran thought to himself. 'But what do you expect, she is the most organized person I know.'
He opened the map and found an envelope. He removed the piece of paper from inside. It had his subject list written on it and a map of the school. Syaoran read further. There was a letter to him from his mother saying not to return unless he was cleared of all charges. Yelan had also written to stay out of trouble and not to get anyone involved in this. She had written that he should try to make friends, but not to let any info about where he's from come out from his mouth. Syaoran sighed and picked up the cell phone Wei had given him.
'I might as well get settled. I have a feeling that I'll be here for a long time.' Syaoran sat down on a chair and began to read the manual.
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"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" A man in shades swore at the person on the other end of the phone. He carried a heavy black suitcase with him and was dressed in a black trench coat. "How could you morons do this to me? This little plan to frame that Li kid is not working." He rubbed his eyes in extreme fatigue.
"Calm down Tim! It wasn't our fault that the plane had to make an emergency landing in Tomoeda." The person Tim was speaking to tried to calm him down.
"John, how can I stay calm? I'm stuck Japan, I don't know the language and these colored contacts are really beginning to bother me. I don't have a case to put them in!" Tim yelled at John. "I'm at the airport, there's tons of people around and I'm so fucking jet lagged!" A small child stared at Tim. He shot the kid an aggravated look. The kid ran away to his mother.
"Alright listen up," John spoke slowly and clearly. "Do you have your credit card with you?"
"Of course you dumbass!"
"Go buy yourself a Japanese dictionary, get whatever else you need and we'll come to you." John finished before hanging up.
Tim managed to buy a contact container and a Japanese dictionary for himself before leaving the airport. He went to the nearest men's room and took out the colored contacts to reveal his true eye color. Tim removed the wig. He rubbed his eyes and inspected himself. His short, blond hair complemented his gray eyes well. The whole time he made sure no one was watching. The suitcase never left his side.
He had made it through customs because his group had taken a private plane and when he was in the Japanese airport, the customs officers thought his bag was full of documents. Also, they didn't understand each other when they communicated.
'Fortunately, we have connections to some of the best plastic surgeons in the world. My face is nearly identical to the kid's. These colored contacts are pretty sweet as well. The almost match the Li boy's eye color perfectly' Tim smiled and admired his sexy body in the bathroom mirror.
Tim found a small and cheap hotel near the airport. He got the cheapest decent room, since he figured he would be there for a while. His group would have to find another private plane to Japan and it would take them time to devise a plan. He locked his room and fell into a deep, relaxed state of sleep.
Well there's chapter 1 for you people. I don't know any brands of cars that are most common in Japan if you're wondering. I want at least 10 reviews for this chapter before I update since I want to finish my other fic soon. ^_^ Thanks to all the reviews for my little intro. R&R!
Summary: Sakura is your average, high school student. Syaoran is on the run for a crime he didn't commit. What happens when Syaoran transfers to Sakura's school and she gets involved?
Notes: Before we begin this next chapter, I would like to clarify some things. First of all, I purposely made the last few paragraphs confusing for a little bit of a cliffhanger into this section. THERE IS NO SARS CRISIS IN MY STORY! For those who were wondering.
Oh a few other things I must mention: Kero is a hamster in my story, Suppy is a cat, Nakuru is Eroil's cousin, S+S have never met, and all other relationships are the same. Reminder to all that there is NO MAGIC! Therefore, Eroil is not a half reincarnation of Clow.
" " = Speech
' ' = Thoughts
On with the story . . .
I Just Can't Live Without You - Chapter 1
Sakura Kinomoto's eyes shot open. She sat up slowly in her bed, realizing that she was sweating heavily. Her pulse was racing. She looked at the alarm clock beside her bed. It read 6:30, too late to go back to sleep. Sakura rolled out from under the covers and removed the towel she had placed on the mattress the night before.
Sakura peeked out the window at the dawning skies. Her yellow walls reflected the sunlight beautifully through the glass. Sakura let out a large yawn and stretched.
Kero, Sakura's pet hamster stirred in his cage. He was a very strange hamster. His creamy fur looked almost yellow and he rarely exercised on his wheel. He sat around most of the time and ate a lot. Kero even required sugar in anything he consumed or else he wouldn't eat.
Sakura rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. She put on her slippers and walked over to Kero's cage. Kero came to the front glass panel and stared into Sakura's emerald eyes.
"I had the same dream again Kero," Sakura whispered quietly to the hamster. It seemed like Kero was actually listening to Sakura, which made Sakura smile. Her expression changed to a look of wonder. "I should really talk to Tomoyo about all this. It has been two weeks since all of this began. I was sure this time that the knife was going to get me squarely between the eyes. Every time it gets closer. And the two voices. The second one always says that same confusing phrase. Is it normal to have a reoccurring dream?"
Sakura sighed. She put her index finger against the glass in front of Kero. Sakura moved her finger along the surface of the glass in a circular motion. Kero imitated the motion with his body movements.
"At least I woke up later than usual this morning." Sakura continued to slide her finger along the glass while Kero followed. Sakura smiled again. "Do hamsters dream? I'll bet they do! It's always nice to have someone who listens to me."
Kero walked away from the glass and over to his empty food bowl. Sakura laughed at her pet.
"I'll get you some food. I have to be ready for school in a couple hours." Sakura stepped in front of her mirror and inspected herself. Her messy, shoulder length auburn hair was matted everywhere. Her pink pajamas were soaked with her sweat. "Don't I look great!" Sakura said sarcastically to herself.
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Syaoran slept peacefully on the plane. He was sitting in first class, but insisted on switched seats with a pregnant woman. He sat between a large Japanese man who snored and a nerd that wouldn't shut up. Reminded him of his four sisters when they sleep. Eventually he fell asleep, since these were the conditions he was used to. Very loud and very annoying.
Upon arrival, Syaoran was greeted by one of his mother's very old friends. She was very kind and cheerful. Age had given her a few wrinkles, but her indigo eyes shone with the energy of a young woman. She didn't have many gray strands in her little black bun at the back of her head. He had to address her as Mrs. Nakamura, using one of the more popular surnames, or people would get suspicious of Syaoran. If they used a common surname, people would ignore them more.
She explained that she would be his guide to Tomoeda and would be taking him to his new apartment. Mrs. Nakamura mentioned that there was furniture and appliances set up for him there.
They walked out of the airport to a small red Lexus. Syaoran glanced out the window of the passenger side, taking in as much of his new surroundings as possible. There were tons of cherry blossom trees. It reminded him of the cherry blossom tree at home that he used to read under. Each home had a stone wall around it, acting as a fence.
Mrs. Nakamura stopped the car in front of a four-story apartment building. Syaoran grabbed his luggage out of the trunk. Syaoran thanked Mrs. Nakamura. She handed him a business card with a phone number on the back and a map of Tomoeda. She said to use the number on the back to get in touch with her if he needed anything. Mrs. Nakamura added that he would be attending Tomoeda High and that there was a letter inside the map with other information.
"You're in apartment 425 I believe." Mrs. Nakamura held out a set of keys and placed them in Syaoran's hands. "I'll give you a tour of Tomoeda after school tomorrow. Everything else has been left in the apartment. Best of luck to you Syaoran."
"Arigato," Syaoran thanked Mrs. Nakamura again for her help. She climbed into the car and drove away.
Syaoran walked into the apartment building. He opened the door of apartment 425 hesitantly; making sure that nothing was blocking the entry. He closed the door behind him and flicked on the nearest light switch. He put his suitcases down.
On his right was the kitchen with a large fridge. There was a small table for two in the kitchen. Syaoran placed the keys and the map down. He took a few steps forward. Syaoran saw a glass coffee table, a couch, a recliner and a 20-inch TV. There was a window to the left of the TV. Then he looked to his left and saw an open door. He walked into the open door and found a room with green wallpaper and a mattress. He saw some packages of green linen on the floor. He saw a bathroom to the side. Syaoran walked out of his bedroom. On the other side of the apartment there was another bathroom, a spare room with a laptop set up and a closet with a laundry machine and a dryer. He opened the cabinets above the laundry machine and found a couple of towels, detergent and bleach.
Syaoran sat down at the table in the kitchen. Syaoran opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything he could drink. It was full of food much to Syaoran's surprise. He grabbed himself a can of pop. He opened up all the cabinets to find non-perishables, dishes and glasses. There were pots and cutlery in the drawers beside the sink.
'Wow, Mom really got everything here quickly.' Syaoran thought to himself. 'But what do you expect, she is the most organized person I know.'
He opened the map and found an envelope. He removed the piece of paper from inside. It had his subject list written on it and a map of the school. Syaoran read further. There was a letter to him from his mother saying not to return unless he was cleared of all charges. Yelan had also written to stay out of trouble and not to get anyone involved in this. She had written that he should try to make friends, but not to let any info about where he's from come out from his mouth. Syaoran sighed and picked up the cell phone Wei had given him.
'I might as well get settled. I have a feeling that I'll be here for a long time.' Syaoran sat down on a chair and began to read the manual.
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"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" A man in shades swore at the person on the other end of the phone. He carried a heavy black suitcase with him and was dressed in a black trench coat. "How could you morons do this to me? This little plan to frame that Li kid is not working." He rubbed his eyes in extreme fatigue.
"Calm down Tim! It wasn't our fault that the plane had to make an emergency landing in Tomoeda." The person Tim was speaking to tried to calm him down.
"John, how can I stay calm? I'm stuck Japan, I don't know the language and these colored contacts are really beginning to bother me. I don't have a case to put them in!" Tim yelled at John. "I'm at the airport, there's tons of people around and I'm so fucking jet lagged!" A small child stared at Tim. He shot the kid an aggravated look. The kid ran away to his mother.
"Alright listen up," John spoke slowly and clearly. "Do you have your credit card with you?"
"Of course you dumbass!"
"Go buy yourself a Japanese dictionary, get whatever else you need and we'll come to you." John finished before hanging up.
Tim managed to buy a contact container and a Japanese dictionary for himself before leaving the airport. He went to the nearest men's room and took out the colored contacts to reveal his true eye color. Tim removed the wig. He rubbed his eyes and inspected himself. His short, blond hair complemented his gray eyes well. The whole time he made sure no one was watching. The suitcase never left his side.
He had made it through customs because his group had taken a private plane and when he was in the Japanese airport, the customs officers thought his bag was full of documents. Also, they didn't understand each other when they communicated.
'Fortunately, we have connections to some of the best plastic surgeons in the world. My face is nearly identical to the kid's. These colored contacts are pretty sweet as well. The almost match the Li boy's eye color perfectly' Tim smiled and admired his sexy body in the bathroom mirror.
Tim found a small and cheap hotel near the airport. He got the cheapest decent room, since he figured he would be there for a while. His group would have to find another private plane to Japan and it would take them time to devise a plan. He locked his room and fell into a deep, relaxed state of sleep.
Well there's chapter 1 for you people. I don't know any brands of cars that are most common in Japan if you're wondering. I want at least 10 reviews for this chapter before I update since I want to finish my other fic soon. ^_^ Thanks to all the reviews for my little intro. R&R!