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At Your Side
By Silver MoonStar
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Sakura's POV
Two figures were walking down the empty corridor...
The first was auburn- haired cropped all the way until the chin level which was unlike the style of teenage girls at the age of sixteen. She had bottle green eyes that told the truth about her to the world, that she was not as stern as she may look now. This was Sakura Kinomoto, an all- rounder in Cambridge College in England and one of the most athletic girls around. She was lovable and definitely popular with everyone but one wrong provocation can make the provoker head down to the dumps.
The other was none other than her best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, who was the songbird of the school. Six years ago, she was usually seen with a video camera taping anything on her path. Now she was heading towards stardom with a budding directing crew. To add more to her success, she was also an even more of a successor at designing clothes. Her ravishing beauty was a challenger of the sweet Sakura but no one could deny that amethyst-eyed, raven-haired girl was a head -turner wherever she went.
"Ugh! Why does the spare room have to be rented out to some dumb guys?!" Sakura groaned. She had a crusty voice that was oddly pleasant to the ears of listeners. "They did it fair and square upon applying and we made our deal on balloting. You can't complain on that can you, Sakura? You're usually the one who says that if everything is fair and square, you can't object," Tomoyo replied in her own dulcet voice. "Besides, maybe you might fall."
"Don't even suggest such a thing, I'm not as boy- crazy as you are. Besides, I'm going to apply for the National University. I don't have time for such trifle things as that. uh. things," Sakura snapped.
Tomoyo sighed, "You're never interested in this kind of things, Sakura. Oh well, you'll turn up soon I guess. Come on, it's late. The school's almost empty. We have to meet our young gentlemen. I suppose they're rather lonely and confused, being new around here."
"Trust you to be fastidious to strangers. Well, you can count on me to show them that we're not girl ladies," Sakura grinned evilly. Tomoyo gave an all- knowing look that was unseen to Sakura.
Together, they walked out of school with their heads up high for two different reasons; Sakura, ready to make a horrible welcome; Tomoyo, knowing something was definitely going to happen.
Syoaran's POV
The train whistle blew loud and shrill. The night sky was dotted with small tinkling stars. Trees hurried past while the train continued to run at an incredible speed.
A chestnut- haired, bronze- eyed boy sat at a window seat in a train compartment. The rushing wind blew his messy hair across his eyes. He didn't bother to push them back to their place. For one thing, he knew it would only prove futile and for the second he was too abstracted on thinking about his new environment. The distraction placed a serious frown on the boy's hard face. Serious and full of self- esteem, this was Li Syoaran, leader of the Li Clan of Hong Kong.
The train compartment's door slid open. Another tall young man came in. This one was much different from the latter. He navy- blue hair contrasted sharply on the rather pale face. His cobalt- eyes were framed by a thin metal frame, black glasses suggesting a studious look. But a small smile set by his lips was all there is to make the differentiation between him and his companion. This more positive lad was Hiiragizawa Eriol, a young man with an inclination towards music and charming manners.
"Sorry, Syoaran, traveling on trains always make me sick," Eriol smiled apologetically. "You still have the nerve to smile after all those little trips to the loo, huh?" Syoaran looked at his friend. Both of them were quite alike in their expressions; Eriol had a smile plastered on his face for twenty four seven so it seems while Syoaran rarely smile and preferred to support the scowlers around the world wherever he went.
"It's a habit," Eriol replied. He never seemed to get insulted or offended, making him the kind of person one could tell him in the face to f*%^ off and yet be friends with him.
Eriol sat down hesitantly and stared around for a bit. Syoaran did a mental countdown from five 'Three. two. one.' Automatically, a pale green tinge crept onto the pale white face and the boy immediately covered his mouth, with a sound of 'Sorry', stood up and went off into the direction of the restroom.
When the compartment door slid close, Syoaran smiled in amusement before sighing and continued dreaming. ~~~~()~~~~ At long last, the train arrived at the Central Station of England. "Ahh, home again," Eriol jumped down from the train steps with haste. Syoaran however shook his head in disapproval on Eriol's over- enthusiasm.
"Not bad," Syoaran commented looking around the station. He lugged his baggage on his back and came down the steps. As soon as he got off the contraption, the train whizzed off.
"Come on, we have to be at the apartment by 8," Eriol said heading towards the exit. "Tell me once more why our housemates have to be girls?" Eriol gave a sigh and replied long- suffering, "Because we chose the room remember?"
"That was before I found out the other people living there were females," Syoaran muttered. He followed his friend out of the vacant station.
General POV
"Tell me again why they have to be boys?" Sakura groaned while she set the table. Tomoyo rolled her eyes and replied, "They applied for the room before we transferred into this apartment. Actually many applied for it all we had to do was ballot if you remembered correctly." Sakura heaved in impatiently and asked, "So why do we have to have dinner with them? I've got a lot of homework you know, from Mr. Walter."
"You can't trick me Sakura, you did the homework this afternoon in class. You advance math teacher took of a medical leave or something," Tomoyo said. She had put the final Japanese dish on the table. Sakura stared at the sushi and raised an eyebrow. "Sushi? What're their names?" Sakura seemed curious all of a sudden. "It's on the coffee table, the confirmation slip," Tomoyo said, proceeding to her room to brush up her hair.
Sakura leaned over to he coffee table and picked up the piece of paper. She scanned the 'Name' section. 'Li Syoaran or Li Xiao Lang; Little Wolf' Sakura translated using the basic knowledge of Mandarin. 'We'll see if I can reduce the 'little' to 'tiny' after I deal with him. And the other is Eriol Hiiragizawa. A Japanese. So that's why the re is sushi. I think I can trust myself to lower my dignity and play a little prank'
Sakura looked around her and made sure Tomoyo was still inside her room. Then, she slinked to the kitchen area and to a look inside the fridge. She rummaged noiselessly around the stuff. 'Where is it? It was here the day before.. ah' Sakura picked out a small green tube of paste. This was the wasabe paste. 'Too bad we don't have the powder form' Sakura thought evilly.
She went back to the dining area and applied some paste on three out of the five sushi on the plate. Luckily for her, Tomoyo didn't like Japanese cuisine that much so she probably wouldn't take a bite and Sakura would take one of the 'un-wasabe-d' sushi.
Suddenly Tomoyo burst out of her room and nearly yelled at Sakura, "Did you hear the doorbell ring?" Sakura stared at her, bewildered, "No."
"Well, it's definitely ringing now," Tomoyo shrugged off the mild anger. The constant irritating sound of the buzzer was echoing through the hallway. "Well? Go get it," Tomoyo ordered Sakura in a motherly way.
"Yes, ma'am," Sakura grinned. She gave a dramatic bow before walking off to the door. Tomoyo smiled at her and went into her room again to fix up her hair again.
The doorbell rang persistently throughout the time Sakura took to get to the entrance. "Can you quit it!!!?" Sakura shouted crossly. She swung open the door roughly.
The two boys outside stepped back. Eriol looked extremely sheepish since he was the ringer. Syoaran glared at the girl standing in the doorway. He saw what he usually sees in girls, a young, immature bimbo. But when his eyes met the furious emerald eyes, he had second thoughts but nevertheless- "That was rude of you to swing open the door," Syoaran commented giving Sakura an icy glare.
"That was rude of you keep on ringing the doorbell," Sakura shot back. "That was me, sorry. I had rarely had a chance to ring doorbells ever since I was young so yours turned me on," Eriol spoke up. He grinned apologetically.
Sakura stood where she was without moving. The boys looked at her expectantly. "Well, aren't you going to open the gate?" Syoaran asked at last after a long period of silence. "Sorry, I can't, until you tell me who you are," Sakura pretended not to know. "You jolly well know who we are. Now unlock the gate," Syoaran was losing patience fast.
"No I don't know who you are. And unless you introduce yourselves, we'll probably stand here the whole night, well at least two of you will. I have to go to sleep when it gets late. I've got school you know," Sakura said stubbornly. 'Let's have some fun before I have turn them in' Sakura thought mischievously.
"The nerve of you-" Syoaran fumed. Eriol interrupted hastily, "Listen miss, we're the new tenants of the spare room in your apartment. Will you be so kind as to let us in?"
"Well, why didn't you say so? Come in," Sakura said innocently. She unlocked the gate. "We don't let strangers into the house. You know, we can't be too open right?" Sakura continued as though she really didn't know who the two boys were at first.
"Sakura! What held you up?" Tomoyo waved her arms to welcome the two new people. Sakura stared at her. She looked as though she was going to hug the boys instead of just welcoming them.
"And who is this charming lady?" Eriol dropped his bags and swept a deep bow. "Tomoyo Daidouji, young sir," Tomoyo blushed a deep red. At the exact same time, both Sakura and Syoaran rolled their eyes and 'hmmph'ed. They caught each other's eyes for a nanosecond before turning away re-realising their detestation for each other.
"Can we eat now?" Sakura said in deliberate loudness. "And if you two should know, your rooms are at the end of the corridor." Sakura pointed towards the corridor.
"Thank you," Eriol said politely. He shot Sakura a grin while Syoaran only grunted to show that he understood. Tomoyo giggled and offered to show them the way. Eriol accepted her offer graciously. Syoaran marched off by himself.
"It's only at the end of the corridor for goodness sakes," Sakura muttered. She shoved the wasabe tube into her skirt pocket when she noticed that she still had it in her hands. Then she sat on a chair and waited patiently. 'The usage of short division is to help ease the extra working and works more effectively than the longer ones. Wonder who started that crap? Long division is much easier I might say' Sakura thought of the advance mathematics that she so much hate.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. We got.er.lost," Tomoyo stumbled on her words. 'Yeah, down a corridor?' Sakura didn't bother to reply. "Can we eat now?" Syoaran said in his bored voice. "Sure, I made sushi if you missed the Asian counterpart, you know. being half-way around the world," Tomoyo said passing the plate of wasabe-d sushi. Sakura immediately grabbed for one of the plain ones before it was too late.
Everyone stared at her rash action. "Uh. I just got a.uh. sudden urge for sushi," Sakura tried to cover up for her behavior. Tomoyo looked at her suspiciously. Knowing Sakura when she wasn't a welcoming host, Tomoyo knew the girl had something up her sleeve. Eriol shrugged, "I guess being in England for so long made you miss your homeland, huh?"
Sakura nodded and took a bite out of her sushi. "Aren't you from Japan too?" she asked civilly. "My mum was a westerner and my dad was a Japanese, they died when I was young," Eriol said wistfully. "Oh," Sakura looked uncomfortable. "I know how it feels. I lost my mother when I was 3. My brother is still in Japan and my dad is in the Grand Canyon, he's an archaeologist. So our family is kind of split up. Being away from loved ones makes you pine for them, I guess. But losing one is the worst."
"Yeah, but if you're beside them each day, you wished they'd go away, right squirt?" Tomoyo teased. Sakura laughed. She felt warm now except for that Li guy. He was the only one that was still cold and aloof.
"So, Li, have you ever lost a loved one?" Tomoyo asked the serious brunette. "My dad," Syoaran replied shortly. He went in for a sushi. Sakura's eyes gleamed enthusiastically. It was spiced and any moment now. "Argh!!"
Syoaran seized his glass of water and gulped down huge amounts. "What happened?" Eriol and Tomoyo asked him anxiously. "That sushi was hot!" Syoaran replied wiping away the flecks of water around his mouth. Tomoyo giggled, "I know I make quite good sushi but no one ever said they were hot!"
"Not that hot. Spicy hot. My tongue felt as though it was burning!" Syoaran replied irritably. "Wasabe. only wasabe will ever make such an effect," Eriol mused. "I didn't put any wasabe in the sushi." Tomoyo turned her gaze slowly on Sakura.
Sakura was chuckling and grinning roguishly. "You should have seen your face, Li Syoaran!" Sakura said in between her laughter. "So it was you, Kinomoto Sakura!" Syoaran got up fuming. Sakura burst into more laughter, "You should see your face now, it's as red as a tomato and radiant as the setting sun! Are you more to embarrassment or anger? Can't tell can you?"
Li was beside himself with frustration and embarrassment. "Watch out, Kinomoto Witch, I will set your crooked back straight up!" With that he huffed off and slammed the door of his room.
"I don't need your free straightening. I can do it myself see?" Sakura sat straight up. She was still snickering.
"Really Sakura, a girl of your age shouldn't be acting that way," Tomoyo said disapprovingly. Sakura chortled and replied, "I can act anyway I please. Why should I be all prim and proper because there are some newbies around?" She got up, still sniggering. "Syoaran does need humor in his life with all that responsibility he has but still." Eriol said.
"Oh both of you are just spoil- sports. So what's a little prank once in a while when you're sixteen? I've still got more than half a lifetime to go," Sakura shut herself inside her room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
A/N: So how was that? Sakura's a bit prankish and serious at the same time in this story and Li's more serious and will loosen up after a while. Eriol acts like the genius and Tomoyo is more matured a bit snobbish later on. Can't tell much of the plot, though, darn! ( R+R pwease! I'll accept ideas too!
At Your Side
By Silver MoonStar
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Sakura's POV
Two figures were walking down the empty corridor...
The first was auburn- haired cropped all the way until the chin level which was unlike the style of teenage girls at the age of sixteen. She had bottle green eyes that told the truth about her to the world, that she was not as stern as she may look now. This was Sakura Kinomoto, an all- rounder in Cambridge College in England and one of the most athletic girls around. She was lovable and definitely popular with everyone but one wrong provocation can make the provoker head down to the dumps.
The other was none other than her best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, who was the songbird of the school. Six years ago, she was usually seen with a video camera taping anything on her path. Now she was heading towards stardom with a budding directing crew. To add more to her success, she was also an even more of a successor at designing clothes. Her ravishing beauty was a challenger of the sweet Sakura but no one could deny that amethyst-eyed, raven-haired girl was a head -turner wherever she went.
"Ugh! Why does the spare room have to be rented out to some dumb guys?!" Sakura groaned. She had a crusty voice that was oddly pleasant to the ears of listeners. "They did it fair and square upon applying and we made our deal on balloting. You can't complain on that can you, Sakura? You're usually the one who says that if everything is fair and square, you can't object," Tomoyo replied in her own dulcet voice. "Besides, maybe you might fall."
"Don't even suggest such a thing, I'm not as boy- crazy as you are. Besides, I'm going to apply for the National University. I don't have time for such trifle things as that. uh. things," Sakura snapped.
Tomoyo sighed, "You're never interested in this kind of things, Sakura. Oh well, you'll turn up soon I guess. Come on, it's late. The school's almost empty. We have to meet our young gentlemen. I suppose they're rather lonely and confused, being new around here."
"Trust you to be fastidious to strangers. Well, you can count on me to show them that we're not girl ladies," Sakura grinned evilly. Tomoyo gave an all- knowing look that was unseen to Sakura.
Together, they walked out of school with their heads up high for two different reasons; Sakura, ready to make a horrible welcome; Tomoyo, knowing something was definitely going to happen.
Syoaran's POV
The train whistle blew loud and shrill. The night sky was dotted with small tinkling stars. Trees hurried past while the train continued to run at an incredible speed.
A chestnut- haired, bronze- eyed boy sat at a window seat in a train compartment. The rushing wind blew his messy hair across his eyes. He didn't bother to push them back to their place. For one thing, he knew it would only prove futile and for the second he was too abstracted on thinking about his new environment. The distraction placed a serious frown on the boy's hard face. Serious and full of self- esteem, this was Li Syoaran, leader of the Li Clan of Hong Kong.
The train compartment's door slid open. Another tall young man came in. This one was much different from the latter. He navy- blue hair contrasted sharply on the rather pale face. His cobalt- eyes were framed by a thin metal frame, black glasses suggesting a studious look. But a small smile set by his lips was all there is to make the differentiation between him and his companion. This more positive lad was Hiiragizawa Eriol, a young man with an inclination towards music and charming manners.
"Sorry, Syoaran, traveling on trains always make me sick," Eriol smiled apologetically. "You still have the nerve to smile after all those little trips to the loo, huh?" Syoaran looked at his friend. Both of them were quite alike in their expressions; Eriol had a smile plastered on his face for twenty four seven so it seems while Syoaran rarely smile and preferred to support the scowlers around the world wherever he went.
"It's a habit," Eriol replied. He never seemed to get insulted or offended, making him the kind of person one could tell him in the face to f*%^ off and yet be friends with him.
Eriol sat down hesitantly and stared around for a bit. Syoaran did a mental countdown from five 'Three. two. one.' Automatically, a pale green tinge crept onto the pale white face and the boy immediately covered his mouth, with a sound of 'Sorry', stood up and went off into the direction of the restroom.
When the compartment door slid close, Syoaran smiled in amusement before sighing and continued dreaming. ~~~~()~~~~ At long last, the train arrived at the Central Station of England. "Ahh, home again," Eriol jumped down from the train steps with haste. Syoaran however shook his head in disapproval on Eriol's over- enthusiasm.
"Not bad," Syoaran commented looking around the station. He lugged his baggage on his back and came down the steps. As soon as he got off the contraption, the train whizzed off.
"Come on, we have to be at the apartment by 8," Eriol said heading towards the exit. "Tell me once more why our housemates have to be girls?" Eriol gave a sigh and replied long- suffering, "Because we chose the room remember?"
"That was before I found out the other people living there were females," Syoaran muttered. He followed his friend out of the vacant station.
General POV
"Tell me again why they have to be boys?" Sakura groaned while she set the table. Tomoyo rolled her eyes and replied, "They applied for the room before we transferred into this apartment. Actually many applied for it all we had to do was ballot if you remembered correctly." Sakura heaved in impatiently and asked, "So why do we have to have dinner with them? I've got a lot of homework you know, from Mr. Walter."
"You can't trick me Sakura, you did the homework this afternoon in class. You advance math teacher took of a medical leave or something," Tomoyo said. She had put the final Japanese dish on the table. Sakura stared at the sushi and raised an eyebrow. "Sushi? What're their names?" Sakura seemed curious all of a sudden. "It's on the coffee table, the confirmation slip," Tomoyo said, proceeding to her room to brush up her hair.
Sakura leaned over to he coffee table and picked up the piece of paper. She scanned the 'Name' section. 'Li Syoaran or Li Xiao Lang; Little Wolf' Sakura translated using the basic knowledge of Mandarin. 'We'll see if I can reduce the 'little' to 'tiny' after I deal with him. And the other is Eriol Hiiragizawa. A Japanese. So that's why the re is sushi. I think I can trust myself to lower my dignity and play a little prank'
Sakura looked around her and made sure Tomoyo was still inside her room. Then, she slinked to the kitchen area and to a look inside the fridge. She rummaged noiselessly around the stuff. 'Where is it? It was here the day before.. ah' Sakura picked out a small green tube of paste. This was the wasabe paste. 'Too bad we don't have the powder form' Sakura thought evilly.
She went back to the dining area and applied some paste on three out of the five sushi on the plate. Luckily for her, Tomoyo didn't like Japanese cuisine that much so she probably wouldn't take a bite and Sakura would take one of the 'un-wasabe-d' sushi.
Suddenly Tomoyo burst out of her room and nearly yelled at Sakura, "Did you hear the doorbell ring?" Sakura stared at her, bewildered, "No."
"Well, it's definitely ringing now," Tomoyo shrugged off the mild anger. The constant irritating sound of the buzzer was echoing through the hallway. "Well? Go get it," Tomoyo ordered Sakura in a motherly way.
"Yes, ma'am," Sakura grinned. She gave a dramatic bow before walking off to the door. Tomoyo smiled at her and went into her room again to fix up her hair again.
The doorbell rang persistently throughout the time Sakura took to get to the entrance. "Can you quit it!!!?" Sakura shouted crossly. She swung open the door roughly.
The two boys outside stepped back. Eriol looked extremely sheepish since he was the ringer. Syoaran glared at the girl standing in the doorway. He saw what he usually sees in girls, a young, immature bimbo. But when his eyes met the furious emerald eyes, he had second thoughts but nevertheless- "That was rude of you to swing open the door," Syoaran commented giving Sakura an icy glare.
"That was rude of you keep on ringing the doorbell," Sakura shot back. "That was me, sorry. I had rarely had a chance to ring doorbells ever since I was young so yours turned me on," Eriol spoke up. He grinned apologetically.
Sakura stood where she was without moving. The boys looked at her expectantly. "Well, aren't you going to open the gate?" Syoaran asked at last after a long period of silence. "Sorry, I can't, until you tell me who you are," Sakura pretended not to know. "You jolly well know who we are. Now unlock the gate," Syoaran was losing patience fast.
"No I don't know who you are. And unless you introduce yourselves, we'll probably stand here the whole night, well at least two of you will. I have to go to sleep when it gets late. I've got school you know," Sakura said stubbornly. 'Let's have some fun before I have turn them in' Sakura thought mischievously.
"The nerve of you-" Syoaran fumed. Eriol interrupted hastily, "Listen miss, we're the new tenants of the spare room in your apartment. Will you be so kind as to let us in?"
"Well, why didn't you say so? Come in," Sakura said innocently. She unlocked the gate. "We don't let strangers into the house. You know, we can't be too open right?" Sakura continued as though she really didn't know who the two boys were at first.
"Sakura! What held you up?" Tomoyo waved her arms to welcome the two new people. Sakura stared at her. She looked as though she was going to hug the boys instead of just welcoming them.
"And who is this charming lady?" Eriol dropped his bags and swept a deep bow. "Tomoyo Daidouji, young sir," Tomoyo blushed a deep red. At the exact same time, both Sakura and Syoaran rolled their eyes and 'hmmph'ed. They caught each other's eyes for a nanosecond before turning away re-realising their detestation for each other.
"Can we eat now?" Sakura said in deliberate loudness. "And if you two should know, your rooms are at the end of the corridor." Sakura pointed towards the corridor.
"Thank you," Eriol said politely. He shot Sakura a grin while Syoaran only grunted to show that he understood. Tomoyo giggled and offered to show them the way. Eriol accepted her offer graciously. Syoaran marched off by himself.
"It's only at the end of the corridor for goodness sakes," Sakura muttered. She shoved the wasabe tube into her skirt pocket when she noticed that she still had it in her hands. Then she sat on a chair and waited patiently. 'The usage of short division is to help ease the extra working and works more effectively than the longer ones. Wonder who started that crap? Long division is much easier I might say' Sakura thought of the advance mathematics that she so much hate.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. We got.er.lost," Tomoyo stumbled on her words. 'Yeah, down a corridor?' Sakura didn't bother to reply. "Can we eat now?" Syoaran said in his bored voice. "Sure, I made sushi if you missed the Asian counterpart, you know. being half-way around the world," Tomoyo said passing the plate of wasabe-d sushi. Sakura immediately grabbed for one of the plain ones before it was too late.
Everyone stared at her rash action. "Uh. I just got a.uh. sudden urge for sushi," Sakura tried to cover up for her behavior. Tomoyo looked at her suspiciously. Knowing Sakura when she wasn't a welcoming host, Tomoyo knew the girl had something up her sleeve. Eriol shrugged, "I guess being in England for so long made you miss your homeland, huh?"
Sakura nodded and took a bite out of her sushi. "Aren't you from Japan too?" she asked civilly. "My mum was a westerner and my dad was a Japanese, they died when I was young," Eriol said wistfully. "Oh," Sakura looked uncomfortable. "I know how it feels. I lost my mother when I was 3. My brother is still in Japan and my dad is in the Grand Canyon, he's an archaeologist. So our family is kind of split up. Being away from loved ones makes you pine for them, I guess. But losing one is the worst."
"Yeah, but if you're beside them each day, you wished they'd go away, right squirt?" Tomoyo teased. Sakura laughed. She felt warm now except for that Li guy. He was the only one that was still cold and aloof.
"So, Li, have you ever lost a loved one?" Tomoyo asked the serious brunette. "My dad," Syoaran replied shortly. He went in for a sushi. Sakura's eyes gleamed enthusiastically. It was spiced and any moment now. "Argh!!"
Syoaran seized his glass of water and gulped down huge amounts. "What happened?" Eriol and Tomoyo asked him anxiously. "That sushi was hot!" Syoaran replied wiping away the flecks of water around his mouth. Tomoyo giggled, "I know I make quite good sushi but no one ever said they were hot!"
"Not that hot. Spicy hot. My tongue felt as though it was burning!" Syoaran replied irritably. "Wasabe. only wasabe will ever make such an effect," Eriol mused. "I didn't put any wasabe in the sushi." Tomoyo turned her gaze slowly on Sakura.
Sakura was chuckling and grinning roguishly. "You should have seen your face, Li Syoaran!" Sakura said in between her laughter. "So it was you, Kinomoto Sakura!" Syoaran got up fuming. Sakura burst into more laughter, "You should see your face now, it's as red as a tomato and radiant as the setting sun! Are you more to embarrassment or anger? Can't tell can you?"
Li was beside himself with frustration and embarrassment. "Watch out, Kinomoto Witch, I will set your crooked back straight up!" With that he huffed off and slammed the door of his room.
"I don't need your free straightening. I can do it myself see?" Sakura sat straight up. She was still snickering.
"Really Sakura, a girl of your age shouldn't be acting that way," Tomoyo said disapprovingly. Sakura chortled and replied, "I can act anyway I please. Why should I be all prim and proper because there are some newbies around?" She got up, still sniggering. "Syoaran does need humor in his life with all that responsibility he has but still." Eriol said.
"Oh both of you are just spoil- sports. So what's a little prank once in a while when you're sixteen? I've still got more than half a lifetime to go," Sakura shut herself inside her room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
A/N: So how was that? Sakura's a bit prankish and serious at the same time in this story and Li's more serious and will loosen up after a while. Eriol acts like the genius and Tomoyo is more matured a bit snobbish later on. Can't tell much of the plot, though, darn! ( R+R pwease! I'll accept ideas too!
