Hate You Like Hell Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Uh...look to chapter 1 I think. ---------
A/N: Hey people THANK YOU so much for reviewing, all of you! Now I would just like to state; even though it's probably too late and you're already completely confused cuz I as an authoress; SUCK. Okay well now I would like to make an announcement!
In this fic Sakura Kinomoto is just an average 15 year old girl who has NO Sakura/Clow Cards, and she has not met Syaoran or Meiling. Neither has she got any knowledge about Clow, and all that, including Cerberus and YUE. Really, all of you should automatically assume this if the fic does not otherwise say so, and drop hints! Because that's what happens. Sorry for the confusion!
~*~Chapter 5 - Unrecognisable*~
The dining hall was bustling with noise, like an army of ants the moody- teenagers were scrambling all over the place, paying no attention to the orders of the "happy" group leaders. A girl entered the hall, catching the all the guys' eyes as she glided by. Her smooth, pale skin reflecting the dim light that there was in the room, her hair had been cut roughly, then styled, bringing out her strong cheekbones and her exotic emerald eyes. Her lips were perfect and a striking, rich-cherry red, shimmering with perfection, her dark eyelashes curling upwards and faint eye shadow could be seen above each eye. A collection of trinkets and bracelets hung loosely round her thin, elegant wrists, and rings of all kinds on her fingers, her nails carefully manicured and shone with diamond-glitter polish. Her dress sense was the most breathtaking of all, striking contrasts of colour presented in the most simple, yet not tarty (prostitute-like) clothes. The black lace top, clung round her well-shaped body, with all the curves coming out in the right places, her flat stomach exposed - something that all girls would love to have. Her white, fitted trousers, with slightly flared legs ended at her shoes; surprisingly they were not the stiletto heels that you would expect, a pair of loosely fitting trainer-like shoes that looked like they were designed for guys gave her a unique look. Daring, tom-boyish yet still; as she wouldn't actually want to admit; sexy.
"Hey baby, how come I didn't notice you before?" A couple of boys sprang at her like hungry wolves, one raised his eyebrows at her and winked. "When did you arrive?"
The girl looked startled for a minute as if she was not used to being the centre of attention, then genuinely laughing and walking away, leaving the guys bemused and puzzled.
"Hey Marie-chan. How come you didn't wait?" The girl swung her legs over the bench and sat down, cocking her head sideways looking at Marie, waiting for an answer.
"You were still asleep and I didn't want to wake you." Marie replied kindly, looking at her fully in the eye.
"Oh, ok." The girl shrug her shoulders, hoisted herself up from the table and wandered off into the breakfast line. Much to her surprise, everyone seemed not to recognise her, and guys that had never even looked at her before were looking at her as if she was some goddess sent down from heaven.
"You can go before me." A familiar voice uttered kindly, but the tone was very unfamiliar. The girl turned to look at who was offering her a space in the line, her insides clenched together as she found who it was. Expecting him to have a look of pure hatred and an evil grin on his face, she raised her hand to slap him, but finding the look on his face was...dreamy and gentle, she smiled awkwardly dropping her hand. His eyes, the electrifying blue eyes were gazing at her face...'how beautiful, is she new here?' He asked himself quietly, running his hand through his gelled up blonde hair, suddenly very image conscious.
"Er, thanks." The girl slipped into the queue before him and took a tray, looking down, avoiding exchanging glances with anyone.
"Hey, Kenshin, who's that?" A voice, so familiar to the girl's ears asked quietly. She looked up to see who. It was the boy. The one who had proposed to make this bet in the first place, she was about to talk to him, but he began first. "Hey, excuse me, whom might you be?" Asking courteously, the side of which this girl had NEVER seen before.
"Guess..." She muttered through gritted teeth, her blazing green eyes flared at him. He looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers...
'Those eyes, I've seen them before, but where?' He thought to himself, mentally combing through all the memories in his brain, [ a girl, yes, a freak, with those strange exotic eyes, those mysterious emerald eyes...] He remembered a girl, who's looks were not at all similar to this one's, but her eyes were exactly the same, the same poisoning, breath-taking green, the same anger that boiled in them. It was her, no doubt.
"You, you are that girl!" The boy with the chocolate brown hair pointed accusingly, but he couldn't bring himself to say anymore, she was overwhelming his senses, his thoughts with her poison...she was taking his mind, his soul, his heart..staggering slightly he could say no more. Sighing heavily he opened his eyes and looked at her fully for the first time. 'It can't have been that freak, never!'
"Yes, I am that girl. Now that I have done my end of the deal, I suggest you take yours with complete responsibility." She uttered angrily, her voice quivering with fury. "So leave me alone, you and your friend. Leave me be." With that she turned, had her tray filled with food and stormed off.
Sitting down she ate, taking small bites, having no appetite she sighed and pushed her food away, sipping from her open can of Ice Tea.
"Hey, girl, I'm sorry ok? But you haven't quite fulfilled your part of the deal yet." A voice whispered jokingly from behind her, she turned her head to see a pair of eyes, blue eyes, the electricity running through them, sparking brightly. "Your attitude hasn't changed one bit." He continued, his head hovering over her shoulder.
"Right. But you never said that." The girl frowned, keeping her head forwards, talking to no one in particular.
"No, you're right. We didn't, but it's because we didn't that you have to do so." The other boy smirked, running his hands through his silky brown hair.
"What?! God. You two are cheating!" She groaned loudly, standing up hurriedly she dumped her tray in the bin, sprinting off to phone someone for advice.
~#~#~
"Moshi moshi?" A musical voice answered from the other end of the line.
"Oh, Tomoyo-chan! The worst thing has happened! It's horrible here at camp! I want to come home..." The girl whispered weakly, her head low, speaking fast into her phone, taking short, quick breaths.
"Calm down Sakura-chan. Tell me, what's wrong." The other voice cooed soothingly.
"This." The girl took a photo of herself using the phone, playing with a few of the keys on her cell phone she sent it to the Tomoyo's phone.
"Sakura-chan, this is amazing...you look...wonderful..different.." The phone cut off, the girl shook her phone furiously, but the dial tone beeped tunelessly. She felt something shadowing her, as she looked up, it was that boy, the one that she hated, the one with the brown hair - by himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Ok! Sorry gotta stop here! I'm sorry about being so vague, I'm also sorry about all the boring description, and I'm sorry I didn't make it more interesting but my brain is dead!
Update: Yup, ok I've got rid of the other weird slip up I made, bemused yet puzzled, I actually meant "and" but hey. -.-; ERRRR, I'm having such a bad brain shut off that it's horrible! I can't think of the right words to use for ANYTHING!
Disclaimer: Uh...look to chapter 1 I think. ---------
A/N: Hey people THANK YOU so much for reviewing, all of you! Now I would just like to state; even though it's probably too late and you're already completely confused cuz I as an authoress; SUCK. Okay well now I would like to make an announcement!
In this fic Sakura Kinomoto is just an average 15 year old girl who has NO Sakura/Clow Cards, and she has not met Syaoran or Meiling. Neither has she got any knowledge about Clow, and all that, including Cerberus and YUE. Really, all of you should automatically assume this if the fic does not otherwise say so, and drop hints! Because that's what happens. Sorry for the confusion!
~*~Chapter 5 - Unrecognisable*~
The dining hall was bustling with noise, like an army of ants the moody- teenagers were scrambling all over the place, paying no attention to the orders of the "happy" group leaders. A girl entered the hall, catching the all the guys' eyes as she glided by. Her smooth, pale skin reflecting the dim light that there was in the room, her hair had been cut roughly, then styled, bringing out her strong cheekbones and her exotic emerald eyes. Her lips were perfect and a striking, rich-cherry red, shimmering with perfection, her dark eyelashes curling upwards and faint eye shadow could be seen above each eye. A collection of trinkets and bracelets hung loosely round her thin, elegant wrists, and rings of all kinds on her fingers, her nails carefully manicured and shone with diamond-glitter polish. Her dress sense was the most breathtaking of all, striking contrasts of colour presented in the most simple, yet not tarty (prostitute-like) clothes. The black lace top, clung round her well-shaped body, with all the curves coming out in the right places, her flat stomach exposed - something that all girls would love to have. Her white, fitted trousers, with slightly flared legs ended at her shoes; surprisingly they were not the stiletto heels that you would expect, a pair of loosely fitting trainer-like shoes that looked like they were designed for guys gave her a unique look. Daring, tom-boyish yet still; as she wouldn't actually want to admit; sexy.
"Hey baby, how come I didn't notice you before?" A couple of boys sprang at her like hungry wolves, one raised his eyebrows at her and winked. "When did you arrive?"
The girl looked startled for a minute as if she was not used to being the centre of attention, then genuinely laughing and walking away, leaving the guys bemused and puzzled.
"Hey Marie-chan. How come you didn't wait?" The girl swung her legs over the bench and sat down, cocking her head sideways looking at Marie, waiting for an answer.
"You were still asleep and I didn't want to wake you." Marie replied kindly, looking at her fully in the eye.
"Oh, ok." The girl shrug her shoulders, hoisted herself up from the table and wandered off into the breakfast line. Much to her surprise, everyone seemed not to recognise her, and guys that had never even looked at her before were looking at her as if she was some goddess sent down from heaven.
"You can go before me." A familiar voice uttered kindly, but the tone was very unfamiliar. The girl turned to look at who was offering her a space in the line, her insides clenched together as she found who it was. Expecting him to have a look of pure hatred and an evil grin on his face, she raised her hand to slap him, but finding the look on his face was...dreamy and gentle, she smiled awkwardly dropping her hand. His eyes, the electrifying blue eyes were gazing at her face...'how beautiful, is she new here?' He asked himself quietly, running his hand through his gelled up blonde hair, suddenly very image conscious.
"Er, thanks." The girl slipped into the queue before him and took a tray, looking down, avoiding exchanging glances with anyone.
"Hey, Kenshin, who's that?" A voice, so familiar to the girl's ears asked quietly. She looked up to see who. It was the boy. The one who had proposed to make this bet in the first place, she was about to talk to him, but he began first. "Hey, excuse me, whom might you be?" Asking courteously, the side of which this girl had NEVER seen before.
"Guess..." She muttered through gritted teeth, her blazing green eyes flared at him. He looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers...
'Those eyes, I've seen them before, but where?' He thought to himself, mentally combing through all the memories in his brain, [ a girl, yes, a freak, with those strange exotic eyes, those mysterious emerald eyes...] He remembered a girl, who's looks were not at all similar to this one's, but her eyes were exactly the same, the same poisoning, breath-taking green, the same anger that boiled in them. It was her, no doubt.
"You, you are that girl!" The boy with the chocolate brown hair pointed accusingly, but he couldn't bring himself to say anymore, she was overwhelming his senses, his thoughts with her poison...she was taking his mind, his soul, his heart..staggering slightly he could say no more. Sighing heavily he opened his eyes and looked at her fully for the first time. 'It can't have been that freak, never!'
"Yes, I am that girl. Now that I have done my end of the deal, I suggest you take yours with complete responsibility." She uttered angrily, her voice quivering with fury. "So leave me alone, you and your friend. Leave me be." With that she turned, had her tray filled with food and stormed off.
Sitting down she ate, taking small bites, having no appetite she sighed and pushed her food away, sipping from her open can of Ice Tea.
"Hey, girl, I'm sorry ok? But you haven't quite fulfilled your part of the deal yet." A voice whispered jokingly from behind her, she turned her head to see a pair of eyes, blue eyes, the electricity running through them, sparking brightly. "Your attitude hasn't changed one bit." He continued, his head hovering over her shoulder.
"Right. But you never said that." The girl frowned, keeping her head forwards, talking to no one in particular.
"No, you're right. We didn't, but it's because we didn't that you have to do so." The other boy smirked, running his hands through his silky brown hair.
"What?! God. You two are cheating!" She groaned loudly, standing up hurriedly she dumped her tray in the bin, sprinting off to phone someone for advice.
~#~#~
"Moshi moshi?" A musical voice answered from the other end of the line.
"Oh, Tomoyo-chan! The worst thing has happened! It's horrible here at camp! I want to come home..." The girl whispered weakly, her head low, speaking fast into her phone, taking short, quick breaths.
"Calm down Sakura-chan. Tell me, what's wrong." The other voice cooed soothingly.
"This." The girl took a photo of herself using the phone, playing with a few of the keys on her cell phone she sent it to the Tomoyo's phone.
"Sakura-chan, this is amazing...you look...wonderful..different.." The phone cut off, the girl shook her phone furiously, but the dial tone beeped tunelessly. She felt something shadowing her, as she looked up, it was that boy, the one that she hated, the one with the brown hair - by himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Ok! Sorry gotta stop here! I'm sorry about being so vague, I'm also sorry about all the boring description, and I'm sorry I didn't make it more interesting but my brain is dead!
Update: Yup, ok I've got rid of the other weird slip up I made, bemused yet puzzled, I actually meant "and" but hey. -.-; ERRRR, I'm having such a bad brain shut off that it's horrible! I can't think of the right words to use for ANYTHING!