A/N: Thank you for the reviews.it was wonderful.people appreciating my
writing. I wish I could show those reviews to my English teacher .
I changed my pen name to Sula.it's more feminine than Andante Poco. We
need more women writers.except we don't need any more Sylvia Plath.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to their respective creator, Clamp.
The Violin
By: Sula
Chapter 2
"Are you okay?" Syaoran asked again. The women simply stood in front of him. He began to look worry. Maybe, her physiological cycle was disturbed when they bumped into each other. He read something about it last night when he was writing his paper for his psychology class. Sakura, on the other hand, was mesmerized by his smile. She was never known to be the shallow type, but the man stood in front of her was a picture perfect, as if he was a god in disguised. Shaking her head slowly, Sakura began to reprimand herself. God did not go around and wore human disguise.
"I'm sorry. I guess I was stunned to meet a person who can speak Japanese in Berlin." Sakura lied. It was partly true she told herself. "Hi. I'm sorry again for bumping into you. My name is Sakura."
"It's okay," the young man responded, "Your name fits you. You look as lovely as the cherry blossom in the spring. My name is Syaoran by the way." Syaoran smiled as he saw her cheek flushed with embarrassment from his blunt comment.
"Th-thank y-you." Sakura stuttered. She felt her cheeks brighten as blood rushed into it. "It was nice meeting you." She began to walk away when he called out to her.
"Hey, can I help you? You seemed lost a moment ago." NO, I don't need direction, what I need is a lunch date. Again, Sakura was appalled with her thoughts. Sensible girls did not go with guys she bumped into in the street, no matter hot he was. And he did not offered to take her to lunch.
"No, thank you." Sakura murmured before walking away quickly leaving a puzzled Syaoran. Maybe he had scared her away with his comment. Meilin told him that girls loved to be commented. Women. He can never understand them. Syaoran wondered if she went to the school because he had never seen her before. Before heading toward his destination, his last thought was.she was quite beautiful.
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Sakura immediately took a seat near the window when she entered the spacious classroom. The room was huge with only with enough space to seat at least one hundred people. This was a relief to Sakura because no one will notice her, besides she did not know anyone. She was wrong because at that moment Syaoran entered the classroom. This time he was not alone. A beautiful black head accompanied him this time; she has fiery eyes and long flowing hair as black as night. Jealousy rose in her throat and she envied the woman who was lucky enough to be by Syaoran's side; it wasn't fair, she should have expect that a man like Syaoran would have a girlfriend. At least Sakura was right at one thing, Syaoran did not notice her nor did anyone else.
In the class introduction, Sakura learned that Syaoran was the teacher's assistant. He is a second year graduate student. However, as soon as class started, thoughts about Syaoran quickly disappeared as new better and more satisfying thoughts occupied her mind. Music always has the ability to clear her thoughts of anything, whether it was negative or positive. Through out the entire period, Sakura listened to the professor lecture about the theory of music with rapture. Though she was fascinated with the influences of music, she could not wait until the moment when she plays her violin. She owned many violins, but this one was special because it was the same violin that won her a spot in one of the most prestigious school of music.
The class ended with the promise of a new, a better, and more interesting lecture at the next class. Despite this promise, Sakura quickly walked out of the classroom. She was eager to begin to play her violin again. She did not get the chance to practice it in the last two days; she missed holding the instrument; she missed the music that seem to flow out of her fingers and the instrument; most of all she missed the feeling, like she was soaring in the sky, whenever she played her violin. As she exited out of the door, Syaoran looked up. He swore he saw someone familiar. Did he or did he not just the same girl yesterday? The girl who spoke German with her Japanese woven in and out of it; it was an adorable attempt, he believed. He could not help as he felt his lips curved into a smile.
"What are you smiling at Syaoran?" Meilin's annoyed voice broke through Syaoran's mind.
"Nothing. I have to get going. I'll see you tonight?"
"Yeah." Syaoran was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice the suspicion in Meilin's voice. Meilin has been his best friend since they were toddlers and until recently she has been his girlfriend. She sighed and began packing up. She knew their relationship would not last long despite the fact that she is in love with him. Syaoran would never think of her more than as a friend. At least she could prolong their relationship for as long as possible.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to their respective creator, Clamp.
The Violin
By: Sula
Chapter 2
"Are you okay?" Syaoran asked again. The women simply stood in front of him. He began to look worry. Maybe, her physiological cycle was disturbed when they bumped into each other. He read something about it last night when he was writing his paper for his psychology class. Sakura, on the other hand, was mesmerized by his smile. She was never known to be the shallow type, but the man stood in front of her was a picture perfect, as if he was a god in disguised. Shaking her head slowly, Sakura began to reprimand herself. God did not go around and wore human disguise.
"I'm sorry. I guess I was stunned to meet a person who can speak Japanese in Berlin." Sakura lied. It was partly true she told herself. "Hi. I'm sorry again for bumping into you. My name is Sakura."
"It's okay," the young man responded, "Your name fits you. You look as lovely as the cherry blossom in the spring. My name is Syaoran by the way." Syaoran smiled as he saw her cheek flushed with embarrassment from his blunt comment.
"Th-thank y-you." Sakura stuttered. She felt her cheeks brighten as blood rushed into it. "It was nice meeting you." She began to walk away when he called out to her.
"Hey, can I help you? You seemed lost a moment ago." NO, I don't need direction, what I need is a lunch date. Again, Sakura was appalled with her thoughts. Sensible girls did not go with guys she bumped into in the street, no matter hot he was. And he did not offered to take her to lunch.
"No, thank you." Sakura murmured before walking away quickly leaving a puzzled Syaoran. Maybe he had scared her away with his comment. Meilin told him that girls loved to be commented. Women. He can never understand them. Syaoran wondered if she went to the school because he had never seen her before. Before heading toward his destination, his last thought was.she was quite beautiful.
*******
Sakura immediately took a seat near the window when she entered the spacious classroom. The room was huge with only with enough space to seat at least one hundred people. This was a relief to Sakura because no one will notice her, besides she did not know anyone. She was wrong because at that moment Syaoran entered the classroom. This time he was not alone. A beautiful black head accompanied him this time; she has fiery eyes and long flowing hair as black as night. Jealousy rose in her throat and she envied the woman who was lucky enough to be by Syaoran's side; it wasn't fair, she should have expect that a man like Syaoran would have a girlfriend. At least Sakura was right at one thing, Syaoran did not notice her nor did anyone else.
In the class introduction, Sakura learned that Syaoran was the teacher's assistant. He is a second year graduate student. However, as soon as class started, thoughts about Syaoran quickly disappeared as new better and more satisfying thoughts occupied her mind. Music always has the ability to clear her thoughts of anything, whether it was negative or positive. Through out the entire period, Sakura listened to the professor lecture about the theory of music with rapture. Though she was fascinated with the influences of music, she could not wait until the moment when she plays her violin. She owned many violins, but this one was special because it was the same violin that won her a spot in one of the most prestigious school of music.
The class ended with the promise of a new, a better, and more interesting lecture at the next class. Despite this promise, Sakura quickly walked out of the classroom. She was eager to begin to play her violin again. She did not get the chance to practice it in the last two days; she missed holding the instrument; she missed the music that seem to flow out of her fingers and the instrument; most of all she missed the feeling, like she was soaring in the sky, whenever she played her violin. As she exited out of the door, Syaoran looked up. He swore he saw someone familiar. Did he or did he not just the same girl yesterday? The girl who spoke German with her Japanese woven in and out of it; it was an adorable attempt, he believed. He could not help as he felt his lips curved into a smile.
"What are you smiling at Syaoran?" Meilin's annoyed voice broke through Syaoran's mind.
"Nothing. I have to get going. I'll see you tonight?"
"Yeah." Syaoran was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice the suspicion in Meilin's voice. Meilin has been his best friend since they were toddlers and until recently she has been his girlfriend. She sighed and began packing up. She knew their relationship would not last long despite the fact that she is in love with him. Syaoran would never think of her more than as a friend. At least she could prolong their relationship for as long as possible.