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The song used in this chapter is October Nights by Yellowcard. Excellent song! Just imagine a slow acoustic version for this story instead of the normal version....

Holy crap! I'm REALLY sorry for taking sooo long to update! I was sick, then I was away (Disney Land!), then I was sick again and because of that I had a lot of homework....which led to detentions because I flipped out at teachers....then I was sick again (I have a crappy immune system) Then I completely forgot about this story, and my love for CCS started to fade as a new obsession started to grow, Inu-Yasha. I started a fic from that too. Read it if you want. I PROMISE, I PROMISE to update these chapters A HELL of a lot more often. I was just in a rut that I couldn't get out of...until NOW! Haha! Thanks to all who reviewed I really appreciate it! I wasn't expecting a single review, let alone good ones! Hehe and thanks to those who didn't review but still read my story!! It's still appreciated (just not as much haha -)

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Haha, but for now I must write! Enjoy the LOOONG awaited second chapter! (Which is long as well! Just for you special patient people!)

Friend of Mine Chapter 2

Sakura's P.O.V

Something made my eyes open. What was it? I took a quick glance around my room. Wait . . . my room had never been green? A blush crept onto my face as I recalled the events from last night. I fell asleep in Syaoran's bed, let alone with him in it! That thought made my face turn an even deeper shade of red. But the embarrassed smile on my face turned into frown as I remembered why I had come to Syaoran's apartment in the first place. Lang. And the cuts and bruises all over that still made me flinch at the touch. Plus, to make things worse, I would have to face him today because it was Friday, a school day. Who knew what he might try to do. I shook that thought out of my head. Syaoran would not let that happen, I was sure of it. Speaking of Syaoran, where was he? I thought. I turned over to find nothing but an empty spot where Syaoran had laid that night. For once in my life I ignored the nagging voice in the back of my head telling me to go back to sleep and dragged myself out of bed. What was it that woke me up? I thought. Syaoran's alarm did not go off. It was something outside, it sounded like . . . singing?

Syaoran's P.O.V

I could not sleep that night. I mean, come on! With her sleeping in your bed, how is it possible? I almost did fall asleep. I was just about to drift off when she shifted positions in her sleep and her head rested in the crook of my neck. Now, with her even breathing on my neck giving me goose bumps, do you blame me for not being able to sleep? There was no chance in hell that I was going to fall asleep. Not even with a tranquilizer . . . well . . . tranquilizer's are quite strong so . . . maybe I am overreacting there. For hours I had a mental battle with myself on what to do with her. My options were: (I make a lot of mental lists. A trait I apparently got from my father.) 1) To move her off of me to keep myself from going insane.
But even with her next to me drives me into insanity. I just don't show it . . . do I? 2) To wake her up and tell her to go sleep on the couch
That is an absolute no-no. My couch is not the best for sleeping on. Plus, I would never forgive myself if I woke her up.
OR 3) To leave my room and work on some songs . . . did I ever tell you I was in a band?
This option nagged my brain the most. It was a win-win situation. She gets to sleep, and I get to leave insanity-free! I slowly moved Sakura off to the side of me and crept off my bed. I grabbed some things off my desk and turned back to her, "sleep well, Sakura- Chan," I whispered as I closed my bedroom door behind me. I glanced at the clock in the hallway. It read 5:30am. Not so bad, I thought, I get up around this time anyways.

I stepped into the living room and picked up my guitar where it had been abandoned that night. I sat on the couch and spread my songs on the coffee table in front of me. Keeping my voice at a low tone to keep from waking Sakura in the other room, I began to sing.

Warm October nights
you came and cuddled next to me Our noses brushed so close
I wish it was our souls
Drifting off to sleep
I could hear the little snores you made
watching eyes shut tight
Like doors to something sweeter where you rest

Tear me off a piece of blanket
keep me warm and we can make it Here's my heart, I'll let you break it
Touched your skin and I can't take it

Light will creep in soon
And I still haven't slept a wink
I wish the sun would hide its head So I could watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more

I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more, girl
I wanna watch you...

"When did you write that, Syaoran-kun?"

I turned to see a smiling Sakura standing the in doorway. She looked half asleep and her hair was tangled from the night's activities.

Sleeping! Get your mind out of the gutter.

"I was working on it last night before you came. I just finished it now," I replied.
She walked to the couch and sat down next to me. "You're very talented Syaoran-kun."
I blushed. "...Uhh...Thanks. I-I should probably make some breakfast right now," I quickly said, desperate to change the subject. "Your clothes are probably dry now. Why don't you go change?" I said, walking into the kitchen.
"Okay," she chirped as she went back to my room...

Sakura's P.O.V.

 I had never heard Syaoran sing like that before. I knew he had talent but I never realised how much he was holding back. He's always been on the anti-social shy side. So when he first said he was in a band, I almost fell out of my chair. So I figured he would hold back a little bit . . .

But not that much.

He had sung so softly, but with more emotion than I had ever heard. The tone of his voice made my heart skip and my breathing halt. I was in awe.
Shaking the thought out my head, I walked back into Syaoran's room, and changed into my now dry uniform. Looking in the mirror on the back of his door, I blushed. I was a mess! My hair was in tangles and clumped on top of my head and shoulders. I could also see faint dark circles under my eyes. I could not fix the dark circles, but I could at least fix my hair. Combing it with my fingers, it quickly straightened, falling to below my shoulders. Checking myself over again and straightening my skirt and blazer, I left Syaoran's room and headed to the kitchen, where I could smell breakfast.

Syaoran's P.O.V

"Smells good, Syaoran-kun!"

I jumped and turned to Sakura. Her hair was fixed and was out of my clothes back in her uniform. I noticed dark circles under her eyes and my thoughts went negative.

Her bruises on her arms and neck. Lang, whatever that bastard did to her, he was going to pay today.

"Uhh Syaoran . . . the bacon is burning."

I snapped out of my daze. "Shit!" I cursed and turned to rescue breakfast . . .

"Wow, Syaoran-kun! That's the best I've ever eaten!" Sakura beamed, leaning back in her chair. "Err... except the burnt bacon. But that was still good!" She quickly said with a guilty look on her face.

"You would have burnt everything if you made it," I joked. She stuck her tongue out in response.

"Aww. You're mean, Syaoran-kun! At least Kero-chan praises my cooking."

"That stuffed animal will eat anything. He even eats plastic fruit."

It is true. I have seen it. I'm pretty sure he did not even notice the difference either.

She stuck her tongue out at me again and glanced at her watch. "It's almost time for school. We better hurry."

We both stood up, heading towards the door. "And this coming from the 'Late Slip Queen,'" I teased.

She punched my shoulder playfully, "Oh, shut up!"

We got to the school about five minutes before the warning bell rang. We were just in front of the entrance door when Sakura stopped. Her face became deathly pale. "I can't go in there," she whispered.

"Why?" I asked, although I was pretty sure of the answer.

She started shaking, "Lang will be here. And he's in all my classes."

"So am I. Well, except –"

"Science," she cut me off, "And Lang's my partner."

Shit.

"Sit near the front. He can't try anything if you're near the teacher's desk."

But she did relax. "But that's block C. Lunch is after. He'll . . ."

"I'll leave Socials early and wait by your classroom. Okay? I won't let him come near you, Sakura," I promised.

She nodded and faintly smiled, "Thank-you, Syaoran-kun."

Sakura's P.O.V.

The morning went by slowly. And every minute I felt more and more weak. Lang was there. He would sit next to me every class, acting like nothing that happened last night had even happened. But Syaoran sat behind me and I could even feel the way he was glaring at Lang. It sent shivers up my spine. But it also gave me comfort, knowing that Syaoran was watching over me. But when block B ended and I felt like I was going to be sick. Syaoran was not going to be there, and I was scared. As everyone left the classroom heading to their next block, I gazed at Syaoran with sad eyes. He gave me a reassuring look and whispered, "I'll be waiting outside your classroom, I promise."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to bash his head in, something to make everyone see just who exactly Lang was. He was the regular "nice and kind" Lang. Maybe the whole thing was a dream? No, I still felt the bruises. He was acting. He glanced at me and I really wanted to scream. The look of hate and anger reflected in his eyes scared me. I knew he was not going to let me off easy.
I sat in the front row next to Tomoyo. Tomoyo is another one of my best friends. She has known about the Clow Cards since the very beginning. Even before I met Syaoran. She smiled at me and leaned over. "I know you were with Lang last night, so I took the liberty of phoning your dad. He thinks you stayed at my place," she whispered. She must have seen the look in my eyes because her smile faded. "What's wrong? Did something happen with Lang?" She asked, concern reflecting in her rare amethyst eyes.
I looked around; making sure Lang was not listening in. He was talking to some of his friends in the back row. I turned back to Tomoyo and nodded. "But I can't tell you. I'm sorry, I can't," I whispered tears threatening to fall. Tomoyo nodded in understanding and reached for my hand, "You know I'm here for you Sakura-Chan." I smiled sadly and turned to my notebook, writing notes for class.

The block again went by slowly again. Lang did not say anything to me, except things regarding our assignment. Besides that, we were silent. Which only made me even more nervous. The bell finally rang and I prayed that Syaoran would be waiting by the classroom when the bell rang.

But he wasn't.

I did not just want to scream now. I wanted to die.

Syaoran's P.O.V

I kicked myself mentally too many times to count. I tried to get out of class, I really did. But my stubborn teacher can read minds and knew I was not just going to the bathroom. He told me to wait until Lunch.

The bell rang and I dashed out of class and ran to the Science room.

Sakura was not there.

I immediately dreaded the worst and ran to find her.

I checked everywhere Sakura would usually go. My last spot was the Cherry tree.

That is where I saw it.

Lang's hand raised ready to strike an already wounded Sakura.

Sakura's P.O.V

"I saw you walking with the Li kid," Lang hissed.

"He my friend, Lang," I told him calmly.

"Bullshit, Sakura. I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't screwing him!"

"I'm not," I said, my voice shaking. I still could not believe we were even having this conversation.

"Who else have you been fucking with, Sakura. Huh? I'm sure there's a long list. There is, ain't there?"

I lowered my head to hold in my tears.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut!" He screamed and his hand struck me across the face. I chocked on a gasp and brought a hand to my cheek. I was more than scared now. He had done worse yesterday, but I knew it was going to get even worse.

I was terrified.

"I don't like to do that," He said, his voice low and rough, "But I hate it when someone I love goes around screwing everyone but me."

"If you loved me," I whispered, "then you wouldn't hurt me."
He took my chin into his hands, "I hurt because I love, baby."

Now I knew he was a psychopath.

"You're crazy," I whispered.
Never voice your thoughts to a psychopath.

He struck me again but this time with a balled fist. I saw blood drop on the grass. I coughed and felt blood trickle out of my mouth. He hit me again, and I fell to the ground, my ankle twisting on the way down. I cried out in pain as I looked up at Lang, he was raising his fist again and I flinched and closed my eyes, awaiting the impact.

But it never came.

I heard a yell.

But it was not Lang.

I opened my eyes and there was my savoir, Syaoran, standing over Lang who was now moaning and clutching his stomach. Syaoran stepped over him and looked me over, "Are you okay?" He asked. Complete terror could be seen in his eyes. "You're bleeding, Sakura! Sakura? Say something, please!"

I gasped, "Syaoran, behind you!" He turned but it was too late. Lang grabbed him and hit him across the face. I screamed, hoping someone would come and break this up. I did not want Syaoran getting hurt. Syaoran recovered quickly and returned the blow. Before Lang could retaliate, Syaoran kicked him in the stomach and Lang fell to the ground again. He got up slowly.
"This isn't over," he growled. And he walked back to the building. I sighed in relief and I leaned my head back against the tree.

Syaoran stepped towards me, looking me over again. "Please tell me you're okay!"

I nodded. "For the most part. Thank you, Syaoran."

He shook his head, "No. Don't thank me! It's my fault in the first place. I couldn't get out of class and when I came you weren't there! And now look at you! You're bleeding, Sakura!" He reached and wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth with his sleeve. "There's more by your eye, too," he said softly.

Syaoran sat down in front of me. "Is it really bad?" I asked. I wanted to cry. I needed to cry. But I couldn't. Maybe I had cried myself the night before. But I couldn't cry,

He looked closer at me. "Not really. Once you wipe off the blood, you might just end up with a small bump or two," he said pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and lightly wiping the blood off my face. I flinched at the light touch, and his hand snapped back. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"It's okay," I whispered. "I guess you should never date a guy with rings, huh?" He only sadly smirked in response, continuing lightly dabbing at the blood on my face.
"I should probably take you to the nurses office."

I gasped, "No!"

He glared at me, "Why the hell not? You need medical attention! And I don't exactly carry an emergency kit with me everywhere I go.
"They'll ask questions," I whispered sadly. "I don't want to tell anyone."

We stayed silent for a while until Syaoran finished cleaning up the blood.

"Let's go back to my apartment," Syaoran said, standing up.
I nodded and stood up myself. Forgetting about my twisted ankle, I cried out in pain and fell back down onto the ground. "I twisted my ankle," I said, before Syaoran could even ask. He sighed and bent down. "Get on," he motioned towards his back. I quickly climbed on, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. He hooked his arms under my legs and hoisted me up securely on his back.

The walk to his apartment was silent. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and I felt drowsy and I yawned.

"You can sleep, ya know. I don't mind," Syaoran said, breaking the silence.
I yawned again. "Now that's no fair. I get to sleep while you struggle to carry me?"

"I'd still be carrying you either way. Besides, you're not heavy."

I gave up and mumbled an "okay" and fell fast asleep with the rocking movement of Syaoran's walking . . .

Syaoran's P.O.V

Hearing Sakura yawn mad me realise how tired I was. I had barely slept at all that night. And now I had been in a fight and was carrying a wounded girl home. I wanted to just collapse on the ground and go to sleep but, obviously, that was not an option.
After she had fallen asleep, I was already heading across the street to the apartment building. I hit the handicapped button on the door and walked through; ignoring the look I got from the receptionist at the counter. I made my way up the elevator and had a great difficulty getting my door open. I set Sakura down on the couch in the living room. I went to the bathroom cabinet and took out my medical box. I quickly took care of her injuries and covered her with a blanket. I sat in the lounge chair next to the couch and quickly fell asleep . . .

I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. "Whoever's calling better have a damn good reason," I mumbled grabbing the phone on the coffee table. The call display showed; "F. Kinomoto." I looked back at the couch where Sakura was stirring at the sound of the ringing. I answered it, "Li residence . . . Hello, Kinomoto-san. . . . . Yes, Sakura is here. Hold on." Sakura was wide-awake now and she took the phone.

"Dad? . . . Hey. . Sorry, I didn't notice the time. . Oh, I twisted my ankle on the way to Syaoran's . . . No I'm fine, Dad . . .. Yeah, Tomoyo's place was fun last night . . .I'll probably just stay here, with my foot and all. You don't mind, do you? . . . Touya, hang up the phone. . . No! I'm not leaving. . . Grr. Put Dad back on the line, Touya. . . . Dad? . . . Yeah. I know I'll do them tomorrow. Okay, Dad? . . . Okay, bye ...Love you, too," and she hung up.
"I'm guessing you're staying here?"

She nodded. "Yeah, if that's okay with you. I just can't let him see me like this."

I shook my head, "No problem." I stood up. "I should probably make dinner. You haven't eaten anything since this morning."

She grinned. "True. I can't wait to see what you make for dinner! Your cooking is the best!"

I smirked, "Damn straight."

"Don't let that comment go to your head, or I'll take it back."

"Too late."

We ate at the coffee table since Sakura could not stand up yet. We sat around and watched TV for a bit until Sakura started yawning again.

"You're going to bed, now."

"You can't make me," she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Sure I can." I picked her up and began walking to my room.

"Hey! Put me down!" she squirmed but I held onto her until I got into my room.

"Sure thing." I said dropping her on my bed. She laughed as I threw a blanket to her. "There you go. Go to sleep," I turned to leave the room.

"Wait Syaoran-kun."
I kneeled down next to her, "What?"

"Stay with me again?"

"Again? I don't think I can handle your snoring twice in a row, Sakura."

She hit my shoulder playfully, "Your mean, Syaoran-kun. I don't snore."

"Okay then. You don't snore. You just breath really loud," I smirked. She pouted. "Okay, okay! Fine, I'll stay."

I climbed into my bed and Sakura rested her head on my chest as she did the night before, and I automatically wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Thank you, Syaoran-kun," she whispered before falling asleep.

I frowned.

I don't deserve a thank you. If I had gotten there earlier I could have prevented anything from happening to her. What if it happens again and I'm not there to help her?

An idea entered my mind and I was filled with hope.

Maybe it will help I thought as I drifted into sleep....

We'll start training tomorrow.

MooMoo-san: Well, there ya go. The 2nd chapter. Hope you enjoyed. You better 'ave cause it's 2:08 and I did this in pretty much one sitting. 9 pages too. A new record for moi. I'll get the next chappy up soon. My Blanket Scenario for my Inu-Yasha fic will be up in a week or so. I'm lazy, and I've got exams to do people. Have some patients. I'm a busy woman.

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