Disclaimer: Don't own any characters, except the ones I make up. Don't own
CCS, only own the plotlines and stuff.. yeah.
A/N: Ok, just to clear things up, the last chapter and forward are in the past, even though I'm not using past tense. Don't worry, I'll make it all make sense later, muahahaha.. I have a LOT of ideas for this story.. oh and a longer chapter! ^_^ Hope you like it..
Her Story
Chapter Two The Boy
By: Kazle
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Akai ito nante shinjite'nakatta,
Unmei wa tsukamu mono da to omotta
Hayasugiru sokudo de torimaku
Sekai ni wa itsu shika tsukarete
~~*~~
If fourteen year old Syaoran Li hated anything at that moment, it would have to be alarm clocks. Or maybe it was just mornings in general that irked him. In any case, he had to get up, and on a Monday morning, that seemed to be the problem. Especially after spending all last night at a party at one of his best friend's houses. A mass of kids, most of whom Syaoran had recognized as being from his school had attended it and it had been crazy. The set up had been very nice of course, and servants had even been walking around offering fancy glasses of what was initially thought of as wine, but turned out to be cider. This had been a put down for many, but it didn't stop the guys from draining the small glasses like a shot trying to vainly impress the girls.
Syaoran stood up groggily, steadying himself on his bedpost. Glancing in the mirror, he frowned at his disheveled image, and more specifically at his messy auburn hair. In a futile effort, he flattened his hair with the palms of his two hands for a few seconds. As soon as he removed them however, the locks popped right back up and in a growl of frustration he grabbed the black comb and the bottle of hair gel sitting on his desk. As he smoothed and combed, his thoughts drifted back to the party.
After a while, despite the pretty setup, people had begun to get bored. Which resulted in a few interesting occurrences. People challenged each other to small competitions while onlookers bet on the outcomes with real money. Being 'popular', Syaoran had participated in a few of these, one of which was a fight of skill. He had beaten his opponent easily, seeing as he had prior experience in his martial arts training that had started at age five.
As he had finished the match, he had noticed that there had seemed to be a commotion in the large dining room. Apparently some kids had snuck in alcohol, and being so careless, the police had somehow been notified. All of a sudden, some idiot had yelled,
"The cops are coming!" And the obvious reaction to this was an immediate scramble to the various windows and doors of the household. Was this a good time to tell you that there was no parental supervision involved at the party?
It had taken a while, but everyone had eventually been calmed down. A knock was heard at the door, and Syaoran answered it swiftly. Sure enough, a policeman was standing at the door. Syaoran's status as the son of the well known Officer Li and Eriol's smooth talking, had soon distinguished the aroused suspicion.
His cell phone suddenly started to ring, snapping his out of his thoughts, and Syaoran answered it by calmly flipping it open.
"Yo Syaoran?" Syaoran sweatdropped.
"Hey Eriol.." he replied, checking his appearance in the mirror with satisfaction.
"Just wanted to let you know.. Rachel is having a party in two weeks."
"I know that.." Syaoran muttered.
"Man, this could be your big chance!" Eriol exclaimed, frustrated by his friend's easy dismissal. Syaoran straightened his tie in the mirror with a cool expression.
When the line was silent, Eriol sighed with impatience.
"Well, see you at school I suppose. And don't forget what I said." He reminded him before hanging up.
Syaoran closed his cell phone with a small 'snap', and looked at it for moment before slipping it into his pocket.
"I know.."
He left his room, turning off the light as he exited and went down the polished stairs with a half-hearted sigh. Rachel was a girl at his school, who he had liked for a while now. She had never shown much interest in him, but Eriol had assured him that it was only a matter of time and it depended on how he played his cards. His father was also encouraging of Syaoran with Rachel, but the auburn haired boy wasn't sure if that was just because her father happened to be the mayor of Metropolis.
After he had a quick bite to eat, he left the house and began to walk to school. Hernings Private School was only three blocks going west and Syaoran enjoyed the walk. It helped awaken his senses and get a little exercise. Especially in the early autumn when the weather was warm and a breeze shuffled in from the harbor. It was also the time of year when the cherry blossoms in the park bloomed. A few pick petals lay on the concrete path he was walking on.
He checked his watch and mentally cursed when he realized he was a little late. Speeding up a bit, he was caught by surprise when a rather strong breeze blew up, sending the cherry blossoms swirling around in the air. He blocked his eyes and abruptly crashed into someone, knocking shoulders roughly.
"Oh - sorry," he said immediately and then trailed off as the person just continued on as if nothing had happened. He was certain it was a girl and she seemed to be around his age. She had short auburn hair that blew around in the wind and her gaze was dutifully trained to the ground. She wore dark blue jeans, and a black overcoat made of a sweater material that stopped at her knees, with a hood.
Syaoran was struck with a sudden sense of déjà vu, and he shook himself to rid the feeling. For a moment he just stood there, watching her walk away. That is, until he realized.
'Ahhhhhhhh! I'm going to be late!!!' He mentally cursed himself as he sprinted the rest of the way to school.
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Syaoran clicked the top of his pen in complete and utter boredom as his teacher droned on and on about..well he wasn't quite sure, but he was sure that it was probably something he would never need to know later in life as much as his teachers argued otherwise. He had barely made it to school on time after he had snapped out of his reverie.
Which reminded him..that girl. He couldn't figure out how he lost his composure so quickly. There wasn't anything too striking about her, heck, he hadn't even spoken a word to her. But, she had a familiar aura around her. It was almost as if he felt he had met her once before..a long time ago.
"Psst, Syaoran!" Someone whispered from his left and he felt a folded piece of paper poking his elbow. He glanced at the teacher who by now was in his own world and took the paper.
'Hey Syaoran,
What's up with you? Are you going to wait forever to make your move? Haha, you should have seen your expression a moment back. You were really out of it, which isn't much like you. Anyway, are you staying after today for soccer practice?'
Syaoran knew Eriol was talking about Rachel, but he still couldn't bring himself to approach her. He clicked his pen and scribbled a note back.
'No, not yet. I'm going to wait until the party to ask her. And yeah, soccer practice, I'll be there.'
Syaoran clicked the top of his pen up and down absently, his thoughts turning back to Rachel. He risked a glance in her direction and saw that the blond girl was passing notes back and forth with one of her friends and they were trying to muffle giggles. Rachel was on the cheerleading squad for their school and was very popular. What was there not to like?
"Syaoran, if you click that pen one more time I'll be forced to shove it down your throat," growled Eriol with a very irritated expression.
Syaoran grinned in spite of himself.
~~*~~
I've never believed in the red thread,
I thought fate was something to grab.
At an incredible speed it winds around.
I've become tired of this world.
~~*~~
A/N: Wai! Longest chapter so far, though I know it's not much compared to other people's. The song was called 'Trust'. And thanks to the people who reviewed! ^___^ Haven't figured out a title for the next chapter. And don't worry about Syaoran's character right now, I had to establish it here so I could show the changes he goes through later. Yeah, he's a spoiled rich kid right now.. Other characters will make their appearance soon too.
Questions! Does anyone know how to spell Eriol's last name? And does anyone have any ideas for the name of a gang? I already have one, but I need another. Suggestions welcome, and I'll give you credit if I use it. Oh and don't forget to review!! ^__^
A/N: Ok, just to clear things up, the last chapter and forward are in the past, even though I'm not using past tense. Don't worry, I'll make it all make sense later, muahahaha.. I have a LOT of ideas for this story.. oh and a longer chapter! ^_^ Hope you like it..
Her Story
Chapter Two The Boy
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Akai ito nante shinjite'nakatta,
Unmei wa tsukamu mono da to omotta
Hayasugiru sokudo de torimaku
Sekai ni wa itsu shika tsukarete
~~*~~
If fourteen year old Syaoran Li hated anything at that moment, it would have to be alarm clocks. Or maybe it was just mornings in general that irked him. In any case, he had to get up, and on a Monday morning, that seemed to be the problem. Especially after spending all last night at a party at one of his best friend's houses. A mass of kids, most of whom Syaoran had recognized as being from his school had attended it and it had been crazy. The set up had been very nice of course, and servants had even been walking around offering fancy glasses of what was initially thought of as wine, but turned out to be cider. This had been a put down for many, but it didn't stop the guys from draining the small glasses like a shot trying to vainly impress the girls.
Syaoran stood up groggily, steadying himself on his bedpost. Glancing in the mirror, he frowned at his disheveled image, and more specifically at his messy auburn hair. In a futile effort, he flattened his hair with the palms of his two hands for a few seconds. As soon as he removed them however, the locks popped right back up and in a growl of frustration he grabbed the black comb and the bottle of hair gel sitting on his desk. As he smoothed and combed, his thoughts drifted back to the party.
After a while, despite the pretty setup, people had begun to get bored. Which resulted in a few interesting occurrences. People challenged each other to small competitions while onlookers bet on the outcomes with real money. Being 'popular', Syaoran had participated in a few of these, one of which was a fight of skill. He had beaten his opponent easily, seeing as he had prior experience in his martial arts training that had started at age five.
As he had finished the match, he had noticed that there had seemed to be a commotion in the large dining room. Apparently some kids had snuck in alcohol, and being so careless, the police had somehow been notified. All of a sudden, some idiot had yelled,
"The cops are coming!" And the obvious reaction to this was an immediate scramble to the various windows and doors of the household. Was this a good time to tell you that there was no parental supervision involved at the party?
It had taken a while, but everyone had eventually been calmed down. A knock was heard at the door, and Syaoran answered it swiftly. Sure enough, a policeman was standing at the door. Syaoran's status as the son of the well known Officer Li and Eriol's smooth talking, had soon distinguished the aroused suspicion.
His cell phone suddenly started to ring, snapping his out of his thoughts, and Syaoran answered it by calmly flipping it open.
"Yo Syaoran?" Syaoran sweatdropped.
"Hey Eriol.." he replied, checking his appearance in the mirror with satisfaction.
"Just wanted to let you know.. Rachel is having a party in two weeks."
"I know that.." Syaoran muttered.
"Man, this could be your big chance!" Eriol exclaimed, frustrated by his friend's easy dismissal. Syaoran straightened his tie in the mirror with a cool expression.
When the line was silent, Eriol sighed with impatience.
"Well, see you at school I suppose. And don't forget what I said." He reminded him before hanging up.
Syaoran closed his cell phone with a small 'snap', and looked at it for moment before slipping it into his pocket.
"I know.."
He left his room, turning off the light as he exited and went down the polished stairs with a half-hearted sigh. Rachel was a girl at his school, who he had liked for a while now. She had never shown much interest in him, but Eriol had assured him that it was only a matter of time and it depended on how he played his cards. His father was also encouraging of Syaoran with Rachel, but the auburn haired boy wasn't sure if that was just because her father happened to be the mayor of Metropolis.
After he had a quick bite to eat, he left the house and began to walk to school. Hernings Private School was only three blocks going west and Syaoran enjoyed the walk. It helped awaken his senses and get a little exercise. Especially in the early autumn when the weather was warm and a breeze shuffled in from the harbor. It was also the time of year when the cherry blossoms in the park bloomed. A few pick petals lay on the concrete path he was walking on.
He checked his watch and mentally cursed when he realized he was a little late. Speeding up a bit, he was caught by surprise when a rather strong breeze blew up, sending the cherry blossoms swirling around in the air. He blocked his eyes and abruptly crashed into someone, knocking shoulders roughly.
"Oh - sorry," he said immediately and then trailed off as the person just continued on as if nothing had happened. He was certain it was a girl and she seemed to be around his age. She had short auburn hair that blew around in the wind and her gaze was dutifully trained to the ground. She wore dark blue jeans, and a black overcoat made of a sweater material that stopped at her knees, with a hood.
Syaoran was struck with a sudden sense of déjà vu, and he shook himself to rid the feeling. For a moment he just stood there, watching her walk away. That is, until he realized.
'Ahhhhhhhh! I'm going to be late!!!' He mentally cursed himself as he sprinted the rest of the way to school.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Syaoran clicked the top of his pen in complete and utter boredom as his teacher droned on and on about..well he wasn't quite sure, but he was sure that it was probably something he would never need to know later in life as much as his teachers argued otherwise. He had barely made it to school on time after he had snapped out of his reverie.
Which reminded him..that girl. He couldn't figure out how he lost his composure so quickly. There wasn't anything too striking about her, heck, he hadn't even spoken a word to her. But, she had a familiar aura around her. It was almost as if he felt he had met her once before..a long time ago.
"Psst, Syaoran!" Someone whispered from his left and he felt a folded piece of paper poking his elbow. He glanced at the teacher who by now was in his own world and took the paper.
'Hey Syaoran,
What's up with you? Are you going to wait forever to make your move? Haha, you should have seen your expression a moment back. You were really out of it, which isn't much like you. Anyway, are you staying after today for soccer practice?'
Syaoran knew Eriol was talking about Rachel, but he still couldn't bring himself to approach her. He clicked his pen and scribbled a note back.
'No, not yet. I'm going to wait until the party to ask her. And yeah, soccer practice, I'll be there.'
Syaoran clicked the top of his pen up and down absently, his thoughts turning back to Rachel. He risked a glance in her direction and saw that the blond girl was passing notes back and forth with one of her friends and they were trying to muffle giggles. Rachel was on the cheerleading squad for their school and was very popular. What was there not to like?
"Syaoran, if you click that pen one more time I'll be forced to shove it down your throat," growled Eriol with a very irritated expression.
Syaoran grinned in spite of himself.
~~*~~
I've never believed in the red thread,
I thought fate was something to grab.
At an incredible speed it winds around.
I've become tired of this world.
~~*~~
A/N: Wai! Longest chapter so far, though I know it's not much compared to other people's. The song was called 'Trust'. And thanks to the people who reviewed! ^___^ Haven't figured out a title for the next chapter. And don't worry about Syaoran's character right now, I had to establish it here so I could show the changes he goes through later. Yeah, he's a spoiled rich kid right now.. Other characters will make their appearance soon too.
Questions! Does anyone know how to spell Eriol's last name? And does anyone have any ideas for the name of a gang? I already have one, but I need another. Suggestions welcome, and I'll give you credit if I use it. Oh and don't forget to review!! ^__^