AN: I'm back! I hoped you liked my first chapter.
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns CCS, not me. So please don't sue, because I'm not rich and unless you want pocket lint suing me would do you no good.
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Finding Heart's Way
By Keri (aka LiBlossom)
Chapter 2: So We Meet Again
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In China at Li Mansion...
Syaoran couldn't believe it, he was home. He looked at the mansion, which he hadn't seen for many years.
Tomoyo, Eriol, and Hasing gapped at the Li mansion.
"Man, your family sure has money." Eriol said.
'And someday it will be mine,' Hasing thought evilly to herself.
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Syaoran stood nervously in front of a vast wooden door. He was supposed to meet the elders. There was something about them that terrified him.
He brought his fist up and knocked on the door.
"Come in, Xiaolang"
'How did they know it was me?'
He stiffly walked in. The room smelled strongly of smoke. The lights were dim, but he could still see seven very old men sitting cross-legged on cushions in the center of the room. (AN: I didn't see the second movie, so I don't know how many elders are there or if they even mentioned it in the movie. So I made this part up.) Their robes were dark red and so long that it covered a lot of the ground.
"Please sit down."
Syaoran sat obediently on a cushion and thought to himself, 'Okay, you can do this. Man, it's so hot in here.'
"I believe you know what your mission is, Xiaolang." The eldest elder said.
He nodded.
"The first time we sent you to retrieve the cards you failed, and your punishment was to go back to Japan and train the young mistress. Am I right?"
He nodded again.
"That was a far too simple punishment. This time if you fail, you will have to give up your position as leader of the Clan."
He nodded in understanding.
"You have until the end of this school year to complete your task. If it is not done by then, you will be cast out of the Li Clan."
Syaoran took a deep breath and nodded.
"You may go now."
As soon as he was out of that torture room he took a nice long sigh. 'I can't lose.'
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The Next Day.
It was the beginning of first period, and as usual Sakura was practically falling asleep on her desk.
*ahem* "Miss Kinomoto, please sleep at your house or in detention," the teacher yelled while the rest of the class snickered, "now, everyone take out the assignment fro-"
She was cut off by a knock at the door. "Come in."
In walked the school principal. Everyone shot up in their seats and pretended to be fascinated with their unfinished homework.
"Attention, class, we well it seems four transfer students from Japan will be temporarily in our class."
At the sound of Japan, Sakura felt her heart stop, 'No! It's not them. It's just a coincidence.' She felt a shiver go down her spine.
Many excited whispers went through the rows of desks.
"Umm. why are all four going to be in our class?" asked the student sitting in front of Sakura.
"Shh!" the teacher hissed, "Now, please welcome, Li Syaoran, Daidouji Tomoyo, Hiiragizawa Eriol, and Liu Hasing."
'Oh my god! Oh my god!' Sakura screamed in her head.
Suddenly, four teenagers stepped into the room. The one that caught Sakura's eyes was incredibly hot (AN: I just had to say that ^_^), had deep chocolate eyes, and incredibly unruly hair. His mouth was curved into a frown and his eyes were giving a deadly glare, which made him look even cuter. All the girls where drooling over him.
For a second emerald and brown eyes locked, but then Sakura brought a book to block her face. A single tear ran down her cheek. 'Oh god! It's him. He's here. They're here, for me. Dammit! Stay strong Sakura. He's so sexy. Whoa! Where'd that come from?'
"Please tell us about yourselves."
The black-haired blue-eyed girl stepped into the front of the group and said in a voice that made Sakura cringe, "Well, I'm Hasing and I'm here because my boyfriend Syaoran, who is the future leader of the Li Clan in China *gasps came from many people*, has some business to take care of. I like to go to dances and movies. I also love strawberry ice cream and." She droned on and on about information that nobody really cared about, but all the guys were hanging on her every word.
About 15 minutes later, the teacher stopped her by saying, "Um, Miss Liu, we must get on with class, now. Please sit behind Johnny (AN: The name's so original, don't you think? ^_^). Johnny raise your hand. Mr. Li, you, can sit behind Sakura. Sakura please raise your hand. Sakura. MISS KINOMOTO, PAY ATTENTION!"
Sakura had been in deep thought and jumped out of her seat in surprise. Her aura flared and Syaoran blinked in disbelief. It felt as strong as his, maybe even stronger. 'This may be harder than I thought.'
As Syaoran walked down the column of desks, his eyes never left her. Up close, he could see she was perfect in every way. He could feel his heart picking up pace. 'God, she's changed a lot. In the right places too.' Then he mentally kicked himself. 'Syaoran, you pervert, you already have a girlfriend. Remember Hasing and your mission!'
It seemed to take him forever to get to his desk. Sakura could feel his watchful eyes on the back of her head. It gave her a familiar shiver down her spine. She felt like turning around and slapping him across the face.
Soon class began. Sakura tried her best to ignore the fact that Syaoran was burning a hole through the back of her head with his eyes. Then a piece of paper flew to her desk. It read: Kinomoto give me the cards. I don't want to take them from you.
Sakura felt her face get hot and rage began building up within her. She ripped off a piece of paper and scribbled: You can't have my freakin' cards! For all I care, you can go to hell! Then she threw the note over her shoulders and onto Syaoran's desk.
Syaoran was surprised that Sakura would ever swear. On the plane he had imagined a frail little girl who had a smile from ear to ear, but the girl sitting in front of him looked like she could be a teen super model. From the way she dressed, you'd picture a motorcycle and twenty tattooed men in the background.
He quickly ripped another piece of paper and wrote: I guess I'll have to use force. I'll have them before this day ends.
He flicked the note to her. From across the room, most of their classmates were watching the exchanges. From their position, it looked as if the Great Sakura was blushing (AN: Okay her face was red from anger, but they don't know that.) from the contents of this mysterious Syaoran's note.
In the back of the classroom, Johnny was glaring at Syaoran. 'You better stay away from MY Sakura!'
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When class was over, Sakura pushed the scraps of paper off her desk and onto the floor.
She pushed through the crowd in the hall and went to the gym for P.E. (AN: Okay I'm only in middle school, so I don't know how they have classes in high school. I don't know how it goes in China, either.)
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Syaoran sighed and got out of his desk. He picked up his schedule. 'P.E.'
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After changing into her P.E. clothes Sakura sat down on the floor with the rest of the class. She scanned the room for a certain brown-haired boy. There he was leaning against the wall.
She felt breath get caught in her lungs. 'Great. Now I have P.E. with him. I'll never survive this day.'
"Okay class, get in your lines and let's begin our warm-ups."
Sakura began stretching and Syaoran couldn't help, but stare. Sakura turned his way and caught his eyes. He blushed deep red and faced the other direction only to turn back when she wasn't looking. (AN: hehe. Syaoran's hentai) All the boys were glaring daggers at him.
"Toady, were going to learn material arts. *groans were heard from many people* Please sit around the mats."
The students reluctantly dragged themselves around the mats. "Who here knows anything about material arts?"
Syaoran smirked and raised his hand. 'I bet I'm the only one.'
Then he noticed that one other person raised their hand too, Sakura.
"Really, how much do you two know?"
Sakura smirked reflecting Syaoran's, "Let's say you wouldn't want to make me mad.
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AN: The next chapter will have the actually fight. If I get some reviewers.
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns CCS, not me. So please don't sue, because I'm not rich and unless you want pocket lint suing me would do you no good.
....
Finding Heart's Way
By Keri (aka LiBlossom)
Chapter 2: So We Meet Again
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In China at Li Mansion...
Syaoran couldn't believe it, he was home. He looked at the mansion, which he hadn't seen for many years.
Tomoyo, Eriol, and Hasing gapped at the Li mansion.
"Man, your family sure has money." Eriol said.
'And someday it will be mine,' Hasing thought evilly to herself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Syaoran stood nervously in front of a vast wooden door. He was supposed to meet the elders. There was something about them that terrified him.
He brought his fist up and knocked on the door.
"Come in, Xiaolang"
'How did they know it was me?'
He stiffly walked in. The room smelled strongly of smoke. The lights were dim, but he could still see seven very old men sitting cross-legged on cushions in the center of the room. (AN: I didn't see the second movie, so I don't know how many elders are there or if they even mentioned it in the movie. So I made this part up.) Their robes were dark red and so long that it covered a lot of the ground.
"Please sit down."
Syaoran sat obediently on a cushion and thought to himself, 'Okay, you can do this. Man, it's so hot in here.'
"I believe you know what your mission is, Xiaolang." The eldest elder said.
He nodded.
"The first time we sent you to retrieve the cards you failed, and your punishment was to go back to Japan and train the young mistress. Am I right?"
He nodded again.
"That was a far too simple punishment. This time if you fail, you will have to give up your position as leader of the Clan."
He nodded in understanding.
"You have until the end of this school year to complete your task. If it is not done by then, you will be cast out of the Li Clan."
Syaoran took a deep breath and nodded.
"You may go now."
As soon as he was out of that torture room he took a nice long sigh. 'I can't lose.'
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The Next Day.
It was the beginning of first period, and as usual Sakura was practically falling asleep on her desk.
*ahem* "Miss Kinomoto, please sleep at your house or in detention," the teacher yelled while the rest of the class snickered, "now, everyone take out the assignment fro-"
She was cut off by a knock at the door. "Come in."
In walked the school principal. Everyone shot up in their seats and pretended to be fascinated with their unfinished homework.
"Attention, class, we well it seems four transfer students from Japan will be temporarily in our class."
At the sound of Japan, Sakura felt her heart stop, 'No! It's not them. It's just a coincidence.' She felt a shiver go down her spine.
Many excited whispers went through the rows of desks.
"Umm. why are all four going to be in our class?" asked the student sitting in front of Sakura.
"Shh!" the teacher hissed, "Now, please welcome, Li Syaoran, Daidouji Tomoyo, Hiiragizawa Eriol, and Liu Hasing."
'Oh my god! Oh my god!' Sakura screamed in her head.
Suddenly, four teenagers stepped into the room. The one that caught Sakura's eyes was incredibly hot (AN: I just had to say that ^_^), had deep chocolate eyes, and incredibly unruly hair. His mouth was curved into a frown and his eyes were giving a deadly glare, which made him look even cuter. All the girls where drooling over him.
For a second emerald and brown eyes locked, but then Sakura brought a book to block her face. A single tear ran down her cheek. 'Oh god! It's him. He's here. They're here, for me. Dammit! Stay strong Sakura. He's so sexy. Whoa! Where'd that come from?'
"Please tell us about yourselves."
The black-haired blue-eyed girl stepped into the front of the group and said in a voice that made Sakura cringe, "Well, I'm Hasing and I'm here because my boyfriend Syaoran, who is the future leader of the Li Clan in China *gasps came from many people*, has some business to take care of. I like to go to dances and movies. I also love strawberry ice cream and." She droned on and on about information that nobody really cared about, but all the guys were hanging on her every word.
About 15 minutes later, the teacher stopped her by saying, "Um, Miss Liu, we must get on with class, now. Please sit behind Johnny (AN: The name's so original, don't you think? ^_^). Johnny raise your hand. Mr. Li, you, can sit behind Sakura. Sakura please raise your hand. Sakura. MISS KINOMOTO, PAY ATTENTION!"
Sakura had been in deep thought and jumped out of her seat in surprise. Her aura flared and Syaoran blinked in disbelief. It felt as strong as his, maybe even stronger. 'This may be harder than I thought.'
As Syaoran walked down the column of desks, his eyes never left her. Up close, he could see she was perfect in every way. He could feel his heart picking up pace. 'God, she's changed a lot. In the right places too.' Then he mentally kicked himself. 'Syaoran, you pervert, you already have a girlfriend. Remember Hasing and your mission!'
It seemed to take him forever to get to his desk. Sakura could feel his watchful eyes on the back of her head. It gave her a familiar shiver down her spine. She felt like turning around and slapping him across the face.
Soon class began. Sakura tried her best to ignore the fact that Syaoran was burning a hole through the back of her head with his eyes. Then a piece of paper flew to her desk. It read: Kinomoto give me the cards. I don't want to take them from you.
Sakura felt her face get hot and rage began building up within her. She ripped off a piece of paper and scribbled: You can't have my freakin' cards! For all I care, you can go to hell! Then she threw the note over her shoulders and onto Syaoran's desk.
Syaoran was surprised that Sakura would ever swear. On the plane he had imagined a frail little girl who had a smile from ear to ear, but the girl sitting in front of him looked like she could be a teen super model. From the way she dressed, you'd picture a motorcycle and twenty tattooed men in the background.
He quickly ripped another piece of paper and wrote: I guess I'll have to use force. I'll have them before this day ends.
He flicked the note to her. From across the room, most of their classmates were watching the exchanges. From their position, it looked as if the Great Sakura was blushing (AN: Okay her face was red from anger, but they don't know that.) from the contents of this mysterious Syaoran's note.
In the back of the classroom, Johnny was glaring at Syaoran. 'You better stay away from MY Sakura!'
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When class was over, Sakura pushed the scraps of paper off her desk and onto the floor.
She pushed through the crowd in the hall and went to the gym for P.E. (AN: Okay I'm only in middle school, so I don't know how they have classes in high school. I don't know how it goes in China, either.)
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Syaoran sighed and got out of his desk. He picked up his schedule. 'P.E.'
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After changing into her P.E. clothes Sakura sat down on the floor with the rest of the class. She scanned the room for a certain brown-haired boy. There he was leaning against the wall.
She felt breath get caught in her lungs. 'Great. Now I have P.E. with him. I'll never survive this day.'
"Okay class, get in your lines and let's begin our warm-ups."
Sakura began stretching and Syaoran couldn't help, but stare. Sakura turned his way and caught his eyes. He blushed deep red and faced the other direction only to turn back when she wasn't looking. (AN: hehe. Syaoran's hentai) All the boys were glaring daggers at him.
"Toady, were going to learn material arts. *groans were heard from many people* Please sit around the mats."
The students reluctantly dragged themselves around the mats. "Who here knows anything about material arts?"
Syaoran smirked and raised his hand. 'I bet I'm the only one.'
Then he noticed that one other person raised their hand too, Sakura.
"Really, how much do you two know?"
Sakura smirked reflecting Syaoran's, "Let's say you wouldn't want to make me mad.
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AN: The next chapter will have the actually fight. If I get some reviewers.
