Summary:

Rumor has it Sakura is a whore. She has no friends in her school, at Narusegawa high school. A new student comes by, but doesn't know what to think of her. And he is poisoned by the rumors.

The popular guys give her uncomfortable looks, and pins her against the walls just to have a session with her. Sakura always tried to be happy in front of her family. Truth is that she cries and is traumatized for life

But what happens when the new student joins the popular guys, and sees what happens to her. Why doesn't Sakura tell? What's holding her back?

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Syaoran's last class started. Man, life was so boring in his class and too darn easy.

Instead of concentrating on class, he thought of what he was going to do with Brenda. He didn't want to be harassed by those damn news crews or people wanting his autograph. It's JUST the Li Clan. It isn't really important. His family had power over the powerful companies in the U.S. Big Whoop. People here don't really know he's from the Li Clan; only girls just flirt for him for his looks. It took him how many years to find and make a spell to make people know that he isn't a real Li.

He just wanted a normal life.

It took how long to get the illusion spell and to master it too, ever since he was young he wanted a normal life. With no hassle, or business, just a normal life.

-Flashback-

The streets roamed with people of all ages.

"This is Jennifer Ann, from News 8. We're outside of the hotel of the famous Li family, here in San Francisco, California." The newscaster stated as she flipped her long black hair. Looking towards a large building, she began talking about how successful their business was. Asking everyone on the streets, about the latest gossip about the Li Family.

Wearing a black suit, trying to look professional. "We just received information that the Li Family is here in San Francisco, to do business with some business with the CEO Company here."

Up in the hotel, a little boy, the age of seven, watched behind in the curtains. He watched as the place swarmed with news crews and people of all ages. Signs were placed everywhere saying how they wanted to be met, wanted to be interview, etc. Helicopters, filled with news crews too, were in the air, lights were shown and binoculars were seen. Xiao Lang sweat dropped at this, thinking they were making a too big of a deal of this.

"Xiao Lang, get away from there!"

Xiao Lang jerked away from the curtain, darkness filled the room. The lights were turned off, so people won't come to this hotel room. Everyone from his family and the Clan dressed in disguises to keep their identity shield. His sisters paid the lobby people, who recognized them to keep their mouths shut, hoping they will. They did so much to not let anyone know who they are. Unfortunately, someone told.

"Xiao Lang, come here." his mother called out to him, in a low whisper. Walking towards his mother, she began to tell him not to go near there again. "Don't go near the window." she said lighting up a candle, frowning.

Light filled part of their room. Xiao Lang slowly sat down on the desk and lit a candle. He began reading a flyer he found on the streets. It was about a carnival coming into town, food, rides, etc. Xiao Lang never had been to one before.

"Mother...." he looked at her, she was silently reading a book. "Yes, Son..." she said as she slowly read her book. He breathed in, out, in, out, "C-can I go to the carnival?" he stammered out and put a pleaded look on his face.

"No." she said sternly and turned the page.

"But-"

"The answer is no. End of discussion." she looked at him and gave him you-better-listen-to-me look. He sighed and went to do nothing as usual.

-End of Flashback-

Syaoran again tried to listen to his history teacher. Mr. Sneore. But it was impossible. It was so boring.

"Back in the day, magic was considered to be the work of the devil. Witches and warlocks were burn at the stakes-"

Magic? The chestnut hair boy's ears perked up. That was what had gotten him here.

-Flashback-

Xiao Lang jumped happily carrying a huge duffel bag and a thick square book in his hand. He was a junior at DMA high School in China.

"I finally found the way to do this." he said as he began to take the items out, showing everyone that he finally accomplished what he wanted for his life. Everyone watched as he happily smirked and made a look.

"Xiao Lang, what in the world are you doing?" a man in his late 70's asked as he stood up with a cane in one hand and a cigar in the other. The rest of the elders silently watched as he began to make his chanting ground. His mother and sisters looked worriedly at him, knowing for how many years he has searched for this.

Yelan didn't like the idea of this and began to protest against it.

"Mother, I'm going to have a normal life!" he growled out as he began to chant and lighting every candle. Before she could say anything she was pushed aside and hit against the wall. "Nothing you will do will stop me." he gritted his teeth and began.

"Xiao Lang, don't do this...." one of his sisters, Fuutie cried out. His sisters began to cry in fear. His obsession for this was nearly over. Not knowing what was going to happen next.

His eyes turned sharply towards them. "No!" A green aura was coming out of him.

"NOTHING will stop me!" he began yelling out. A struck of evil was coming out of him. Did he care? No, he continued to chant. Before he knew it, a white flash emerged from his book. A ghostly figure looking at him. As it stared at him, its eyes piercing through him.

Syaoran looked at it, wondering what was going to happen. Instead the pain became intense. Gritting his teeth, digging his fingers into his palms; blood poured. Seeping through his flesh. But when tiny drop of blood had dropped on the book, it became more dreadful. The tiny drop of blood began to spread over the book.

Everyone watched as the ghostly figure began to smile. Turning from white to red. To everyone's eyes, it opened its mouth. Yelling something. From the book, figures crawled out. Chasing everyone, slashing blood. Drinking.

'But its worth it' he screamed in his mind. Blood started to flow from his hands, he looked, slashes were made on his body, and pools of blood surrounded him.

Screams were heard, he looked around and saw some things that were happening to the others in the room. Ghostly figures surrounded them and were doing horrible things to them. Syaoran closed his eyes, he really didn't care. Emotions are a weakness. The Elders told him that. Shouldn't they be proud that he is doing that?

Syaoran opened his eyes. He was still there. Why didn't it work? He was supposed to be gone and live a normal life. Continuing to look around, it seemed as if no effect was happen.

Everyone stared at him.

There written in Japanese, one little detail he totally missed. The major thing he was supposed to do "SHIT!" hey cursed out as he saw everyone moaning in pain. Blood flowing down. It only worked in one place. Tomodoe.

He kept reading the book. "This damn book, only works in Tomodoe?"

-END OF FLASHBACK-

Syaoran looked around his classroom, how boring it was. Nothing to do, well except to read the address from Shuzuko. He began to unscramble the piece of paper and began to read. It was an address in the shadiest part of town. Why would anyone want to go there? Everyone knows how dangerous it was there. He frowned as he kept wondering why they wanted him to be there tonight.

Syaoran placed the crumpled paper back into his pocket and tried to listen to what the teacher was saying. Unfortunately, he kept remembering a certain smile from an Emerald-eye girl, he saw that morning. He slightly blushed to himself, remembering how cheerful she was that morning. Scratch that, what was he thinking? He knew what kind of person she really was, he knew the real her now.

'Can't judge a book by its cover'

-Motel-

Sakura sobbed out and coughed. Drowning herself in her tears. Sakura's wrists and arms were bleeding, her skin was a bit ripped out, and blood flowed down lightly and onto the blanket. She felt. Pain. Grief. Sorrow.

She tried to figure out another plan to get out of this, but how?

She tried to think of something, but she began to sweat as she was covered in a blanket, and her blanket began to soak her sweat. Heat filled the room. Man was it hot....

Sakura doesn't know how to get out of this. "What am I going to do?" she said in a scratchy voice, her body was craving for water. Her head began to throb out more. She was slowly beginning to dehydrate.

Just then, Sakura heard the jangle of keys, from the door. "Oo...." she whimpered out and she hurriedly tried to get herself out, but causing more pain for her. "NO!" she screamed out.

The door opened. Sakura stopped breathing, she looked before her. She screamed the loudest as she ever did, and will never stop. For the worst of the worst just walked through the door.

Syaoran, who by the way was still in class, felt something. Something that felt wrong. Wait a minute...

Where was Kinomoto?

He was to have this class with her. She wasn't here, wasn't she here this morning? He searched for her in the classroom.

She wasn't there.

He frowned; she was probably with a guy right now. How low can she be? Skipping class, just to be with a guy? Pathetic. Disgusting. Why should he care? Its not even important, a whore, why would he be attracted to her? He knew better than that. She's a nobody; she deserves to be an outcast in the school.

Who cares?

He turned his attention back to his teacher.

Sakura began screaming the loudest she ever did. Her throat still scratchy and sore. The taste still in her mouth, giving her more screaming.

Sakura turned her head sharply. The doorknob shook.

The girl knew what was going to happen next. "I just want to get out of here! I don't want to do it!" She struggled again. Knowing what horror she was going to have.

The door slammed open. Instead of finding the devil, it was worse. A person she had never seen before. An elderly handsome man, his grey hair gleamed from the light. She cried out, knowing for the worse of the worse has happened. An unknown stranger is going to rape her. Pulling her wrists and ankles, the handcuffs etched deeper into her skin.

The figure walked to her, everything began to show in slow motion for her.

Closing her eyes, hoping it was all a nightmare. That she would soon be waking up. Pleading God that it was a dream. But she was told once, that dreams could never hurt.

She heard laughing around her. She opened her eyes again; he was closer towards her now. Going on the bed, making her stay still.

"No."

Again she cried. Crying as always, she remembered.

Crying can't solve anything.

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Class was over for Syaoran, he hurriedly ran out the door. Freedom. It was a Friday, and it was time for partying and having fun all weekend. He smiled; knowing that hanging with his friends tonight, would probably would be something daring and fun.

He ran to his locker and got his stuff and closed it. He walked around the empty halls. Hearing his footsteps. Remembering what happened the other day, here in these lockers. Remembering Sakura...

Syaoran shook his head in disapproval. What was he thinking? Why is he thinking about her? Again? He began walking again, towards the main gate, where his friends were. Looking at them, remembering how Kinomoto was afraid. But why? Then again, she was just another whore.

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A.N. Sorry if it was bad. Anywayz I am going to rewrite! Please review. Hehee.