Age: 16
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura rocks! And I don't own it.
A/n: Thank you: SaKuRa LoVa, Ragged Blossom, jenny, AnimeObsessionFantasy, Daggat-Sakura (and yes, I got the idea from there =]), Amazonian Anime Queen, ^_^(), and crystaljade2! I feel like hugging you guys.
And I uh.changed Tomoyo to Madison in the last chapter. IGNORE THAT! A knob must have been twisted in my brain. . .
p.s. I'm breaking this long chapter into two chapters, an extra treat for you guys!
Chapter 6: The prank before time
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"OMG! Car accident!" Sakura shrieked.
The Catstar gang whipped their heads to the right, like soldiers obeying a command.
Sakura tore down the street, her slingbag flapping against her back. She soon reached the white wooden door of her house. Sakura gasped for air, bending over, her hands pressed tightly against her knees.
What was that about?
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"Mr. Blah blah blah was president from 1890 - 1915, the country developed swiftly, factories, industries, that flourished in the world trade market. Tokyo has improved now and in the period Mr. Blah blah blah took hold of it and it changed a lot and ya da ya da ya da ya da. . ."
The teacher droned on and on in a long drawl.
Syaoran slumped onto his gray desk, propping his chin on his palms. The air was thick, obliterating the teacher's voice, as it slowly faded out. His eyelids felt like concrete, as they slowly folded over his eyes. His mind wandered back to yesterday's events.
Sakura broadcasted his name over the school. Announced they were officially steady. Even gave him a nickname. Was this retribution from all the girls he hurt? Syaoran felt like strangling Sakura. She was slowly and painfully tearing his world away, piece by piece. . .
Then, out of nowhere, Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring.
The sudden shrill ringing of a cell phone splintered the afternoon air, like a knife slicing through a quilt.
Syaoran jolted out of his reverie, eyelids springing back. It seemed that everyone in class seemed to wake up, except Takashi, who was still drooling behind the history book propped up.
A cell phone ringing in class!? Trouble was brewing in a cauldron, bubbles boiling rapidly.
Mr. Zagato stopped rambling immediately. His eyes peered at everyone through those horn-rimmed glasses. They flashed with anger.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
The incessant and insistent ringing of the phone sang out clear.
"I see." Mr. Zagato said in a voice that was as calm as the reservoir water. But his face told quite a different story. "Someone. Actually dares to interrupt my lesson, with a cellphone. Such audacity, I admire." He spat the words out.
Syaoran's ears perked up. Who was it? Obviously it couldn't be him, no one would dare call him during his lessons. With that, Syaoran leaned back collectively.
(A/n: cough cough. Syaoran. . . why don't you check your bag?)
Mr. Zagato put down his history book on the teachers' desk, and walked forwards, his leather shoes taking one step at a time, with a pointer griped in his hand.
The students sat upright, eyes big as wheels.
Whose Cell phone?
Mr. Zagato paused at a boy. Then he raised his pointer, striking it right into his face, but not quite touching it, "Is it. . .YOU?" He thundered.
The boy shook his head frantically.
Mr. Zagato nodded, lowering his pointer, like a sword. He proceeded on to the next suspect.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
The stubborn ringing still persisted.
This time, Syaoran listened carefully. The ringing sounded quite near, like it was beside him. . . OMG, it was beside him! It suddenly came to him. Syaoran was stunned. Mr. Zagato was approaching, and there wasn't time to stash it! The ringing was suddenly very obvious.
Syaoran's breath quickened. Who? Who? He frowned.
Okay, stay calm.
Syaoran casually tilted his head forwards, lowering it. He started writing notes.
He could see Mr. Zagato's long grey pants, moving swiftly between tables. Mr. Zagato paused, then continued, like a police dog sniffing out drugs.
The grey pants were coming. Syaoran's heart thudded. Mr. Zagato's was known for his crudeness, even in his punishments. His image would be spoiled. . .
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
Shut up!!! Syaoran cursed silently.
Mr. Zagato's leather shoes squeaked as he arrived at Syaoran's desk. The ringing had betrayed him.
"Mr. Li."
Syaoran grinded his teeth, forcing himself to look up. "Yes, Mr. Zagato?" He replied, voice devoid of any emotion.
"May I inspect your bag?" Mr. Zagato arched his eyebrows, tapping the brown pointer in his hand.
No, you may not. But Syaoran split open his backpack for Mr. Zagato to see. At the corner of his eye, Syaoran could see Eriol looking at him, fidgeting, trying to think how to help him.
Takashi was still in dreamland.
Mr. Zagato fished out a NOKIA hand phone smugly.
"Ah ha. . . we seem to have our culprit here." Mr. Zagato's face produced a crooked smile. "Oh, and it's still ringing." The smile grew wider. "Come with me, Mr. Li."
Syaoran stood up, trudging behind Mr. Zagato, as he felt the whole class boring through his back.
"I request you to answer it, Mr. Li. But, you have to switch on the speakers of course." Mr. Zagato said in a voice layered with glee. "I'm sure the class would LOVE to hear who is this-mystery caller, who DISRUPTED our lesson." Mr. Zagato emphasized. "Now, shall we?"
Syaoran glared at Mr. Zagato balefully, before answering the call. He pressed the button to activate the speakers.
"Hello."
"Hey Syaorieeeeeeeeee!!!!" Sakura's voice echoed throughout the classroom.
Syaoran felt as if he had been squashed by a giant hammer. Broadcasting another nickname. Har har.
Some sniggers came from the class.
"Yes, Sakura?"
"What took you so long?" Sakura asked, her voice lengthening into a whine.
"I was under some unspeakable circumstances."
More sneers from the class.
"Well anyway, I just wanted to ask you about the pink t-shirt I gave you? The one that you wore to school yesterday? I was thinking of writing our names on it. . ."
Mr. Zagato's grin stretched up to his ear. Syaoran was rigid, his amber eyes flashing with anger and-oh what was that? Ahh. . . embarrassment. He was frozen, like a statue, hand to his ear.
Some girls in the class gasped. PINK t-shirt? Li Syaoran wearing a pink t- shirt? OMG. . .was he gay?
"How about it? You look really good in it." Sakura carried on talking, "Where are you going today? I was thinking of going to the mall. I came across this gorgeous bridal shop. Gowns, you know?"
Some girls fainted in class.
The boys hooted.
Syaoran could feel the heat rising up to his face. He fought to keep it down. Mr. Zagato loomed before him, looking incredibly pleased.
"White frilly ones. . ." Syaoran could not bare this any longer.
"With laces. . ."
He clenched the phone tightly, knuckles turning white.
"Syaoran? You there?"
"Uh. . .yeah." Syaoran stammered.
"Good. I'm planning to go for a manicure after we browse through the bridal shop. Have you been to a manicure before, wolfie?"
"No."
"Great! I'm bringing you to one after school."
The boys burst out laughing, some rolled onto the floor, doubling up.
"I think that should be enough." Mr. Zagato's voice came in, looking very superior.
Syaoran could not express his gratefulness to Mr. Zagato.
"Bye Sakura, my phone's out of battery." He gushed, amputating Sakura's voice as he ended the call.
"I'm sure, Mr. Li, has learned a valuable lesson, has he not?" Mr. Zagato asked curtly, still holding on to that smug smile of his.
Syaoran composed himself. He strained a smile before replying, "Yes, Mr. Zagato. Thank you."
This was the last straw.
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A/n: I'm evil. Muhahahahahaha.
Oh ya. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thank you!!!!
-Jane Lim
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura rocks! And I don't own it.
A/n: Thank you: SaKuRa LoVa, Ragged Blossom, jenny, AnimeObsessionFantasy, Daggat-Sakura (and yes, I got the idea from there =]), Amazonian Anime Queen, ^_^(), and crystaljade2! I feel like hugging you guys.
And I uh.changed Tomoyo to Madison in the last chapter. IGNORE THAT! A knob must have been twisted in my brain. . .
p.s. I'm breaking this long chapter into two chapters, an extra treat for you guys!
Chapter 6: The prank before time
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"OMG! Car accident!" Sakura shrieked.
The Catstar gang whipped their heads to the right, like soldiers obeying a command.
Sakura tore down the street, her slingbag flapping against her back. She soon reached the white wooden door of her house. Sakura gasped for air, bending over, her hands pressed tightly against her knees.
What was that about?
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"Mr. Blah blah blah was president from 1890 - 1915, the country developed swiftly, factories, industries, that flourished in the world trade market. Tokyo has improved now and in the period Mr. Blah blah blah took hold of it and it changed a lot and ya da ya da ya da ya da. . ."
The teacher droned on and on in a long drawl.
Syaoran slumped onto his gray desk, propping his chin on his palms. The air was thick, obliterating the teacher's voice, as it slowly faded out. His eyelids felt like concrete, as they slowly folded over his eyes. His mind wandered back to yesterday's events.
Sakura broadcasted his name over the school. Announced they were officially steady. Even gave him a nickname. Was this retribution from all the girls he hurt? Syaoran felt like strangling Sakura. She was slowly and painfully tearing his world away, piece by piece. . .
Then, out of nowhere, Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring.
The sudden shrill ringing of a cell phone splintered the afternoon air, like a knife slicing through a quilt.
Syaoran jolted out of his reverie, eyelids springing back. It seemed that everyone in class seemed to wake up, except Takashi, who was still drooling behind the history book propped up.
A cell phone ringing in class!? Trouble was brewing in a cauldron, bubbles boiling rapidly.
Mr. Zagato stopped rambling immediately. His eyes peered at everyone through those horn-rimmed glasses. They flashed with anger.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
The incessant and insistent ringing of the phone sang out clear.
"I see." Mr. Zagato said in a voice that was as calm as the reservoir water. But his face told quite a different story. "Someone. Actually dares to interrupt my lesson, with a cellphone. Such audacity, I admire." He spat the words out.
Syaoran's ears perked up. Who was it? Obviously it couldn't be him, no one would dare call him during his lessons. With that, Syaoran leaned back collectively.
(A/n: cough cough. Syaoran. . . why don't you check your bag?)
Mr. Zagato put down his history book on the teachers' desk, and walked forwards, his leather shoes taking one step at a time, with a pointer griped in his hand.
The students sat upright, eyes big as wheels.
Whose Cell phone?
Mr. Zagato paused at a boy. Then he raised his pointer, striking it right into his face, but not quite touching it, "Is it. . .YOU?" He thundered.
The boy shook his head frantically.
Mr. Zagato nodded, lowering his pointer, like a sword. He proceeded on to the next suspect.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
The stubborn ringing still persisted.
This time, Syaoran listened carefully. The ringing sounded quite near, like it was beside him. . . OMG, it was beside him! It suddenly came to him. Syaoran was stunned. Mr. Zagato was approaching, and there wasn't time to stash it! The ringing was suddenly very obvious.
Syaoran's breath quickened. Who? Who? He frowned.
Okay, stay calm.
Syaoran casually tilted his head forwards, lowering it. He started writing notes.
He could see Mr. Zagato's long grey pants, moving swiftly between tables. Mr. Zagato paused, then continued, like a police dog sniffing out drugs.
The grey pants were coming. Syaoran's heart thudded. Mr. Zagato's was known for his crudeness, even in his punishments. His image would be spoiled. . .
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
Shut up!!! Syaoran cursed silently.
Mr. Zagato's leather shoes squeaked as he arrived at Syaoran's desk. The ringing had betrayed him.
"Mr. Li."
Syaoran grinded his teeth, forcing himself to look up. "Yes, Mr. Zagato?" He replied, voice devoid of any emotion.
"May I inspect your bag?" Mr. Zagato arched his eyebrows, tapping the brown pointer in his hand.
No, you may not. But Syaoran split open his backpack for Mr. Zagato to see. At the corner of his eye, Syaoran could see Eriol looking at him, fidgeting, trying to think how to help him.
Takashi was still in dreamland.
Mr. Zagato fished out a NOKIA hand phone smugly.
"Ah ha. . . we seem to have our culprit here." Mr. Zagato's face produced a crooked smile. "Oh, and it's still ringing." The smile grew wider. "Come with me, Mr. Li."
Syaoran stood up, trudging behind Mr. Zagato, as he felt the whole class boring through his back.
"I request you to answer it, Mr. Li. But, you have to switch on the speakers of course." Mr. Zagato said in a voice layered with glee. "I'm sure the class would LOVE to hear who is this-mystery caller, who DISRUPTED our lesson." Mr. Zagato emphasized. "Now, shall we?"
Syaoran glared at Mr. Zagato balefully, before answering the call. He pressed the button to activate the speakers.
"Hello."
"Hey Syaorieeeeeeeeee!!!!" Sakura's voice echoed throughout the classroom.
Syaoran felt as if he had been squashed by a giant hammer. Broadcasting another nickname. Har har.
Some sniggers came from the class.
"Yes, Sakura?"
"What took you so long?" Sakura asked, her voice lengthening into a whine.
"I was under some unspeakable circumstances."
More sneers from the class.
"Well anyway, I just wanted to ask you about the pink t-shirt I gave you? The one that you wore to school yesterday? I was thinking of writing our names on it. . ."
Mr. Zagato's grin stretched up to his ear. Syaoran was rigid, his amber eyes flashing with anger and-oh what was that? Ahh. . . embarrassment. He was frozen, like a statue, hand to his ear.
Some girls in the class gasped. PINK t-shirt? Li Syaoran wearing a pink t- shirt? OMG. . .was he gay?
"How about it? You look really good in it." Sakura carried on talking, "Where are you going today? I was thinking of going to the mall. I came across this gorgeous bridal shop. Gowns, you know?"
Some girls fainted in class.
The boys hooted.
Syaoran could feel the heat rising up to his face. He fought to keep it down. Mr. Zagato loomed before him, looking incredibly pleased.
"White frilly ones. . ." Syaoran could not bare this any longer.
"With laces. . ."
He clenched the phone tightly, knuckles turning white.
"Syaoran? You there?"
"Uh. . .yeah." Syaoran stammered.
"Good. I'm planning to go for a manicure after we browse through the bridal shop. Have you been to a manicure before, wolfie?"
"No."
"Great! I'm bringing you to one after school."
The boys burst out laughing, some rolled onto the floor, doubling up.
"I think that should be enough." Mr. Zagato's voice came in, looking very superior.
Syaoran could not express his gratefulness to Mr. Zagato.
"Bye Sakura, my phone's out of battery." He gushed, amputating Sakura's voice as he ended the call.
"I'm sure, Mr. Li, has learned a valuable lesson, has he not?" Mr. Zagato asked curtly, still holding on to that smug smile of his.
Syaoran composed himself. He strained a smile before replying, "Yes, Mr. Zagato. Thank you."
This was the last straw.
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A/n: I'm evil. Muhahahahahaha.
Oh ya. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thank you!!!!
-Jane Lim
