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Pretense
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'A real friend never get in your way -Unless you happen to be on the way down.' ~ Unknown ~
A week later.
Grunting, panting, and clinking of swords as it whistled through the air and clashed with the opposing sword could be heard as Syaoran entered the room designated for fencing. He knew Jet was fighting. Infact, there were several pairs dueling each other. He heard a familiar voice shout 'En gaurde' and moved toward the sound. Jet was fighting – a female – from the looks of the suit. A very advanced female at that. As her face was masked, he could not for the life of him figure out who this woman was. Syaoran watched as they broke off and circled each other slowly as they watched for a weakness. The mysterious woman clad in white must have found one. She lunged with lightening quickness, which caught both men off guard. Syaoran's mouth was hanging wide enough to fit a watermelon. Jet managed to block the blow a mere millisecond before the point hit his chest. Jet moved forward and kept attacking only to have all his blows parried with ease. Syaoran's admiration for the woman was growing by the second. He watched her move with agile grace that made Jet seem slow and clumsy. This ofcourse was far from the truth. Jet was an accomplished swordsman who had won many competitions and here he was being utterly demolished by a . . . by a – woman. Syaoran continued watching intently as Jet feinted a right but she didn't rise to the bait. With a flick of her wrist, the sword flew out of his grasp and landed a few feet from Syaoran. Jet turned to eye the sword then looked down to see the sword pointed directly at his heart. This girl beat him. He was sure that this woman knew his every movement before he did himself. While Jet had been grunting and panting with effort, no noise had issued out of his fighting partner. They both took off their headpieces. While Jet looked haggard, every line conveying exhaustion, his partner looked positively energized. This somewhat irked Jet, as he was proud of his fit body. Syaoran on the other hand felt his admiration grow triple fold to see that the victorious fighter was Sakura. He knew Meilin had taken lessons but had no idea that Sakura had as well.
Both fighters shook hands and walked toward the changing rooms. Sakura however stopped short as she spotted Syaoran. They slowly approached the spectator.
"Sakura! You were so – so . . . AMAZING! I had no clue that – Meilin must be as good as you since she takes lessons as well!"
Sakura sighed, disappointed. Meilin again. She wanted to yell at him and tell him that it was her – Sakura who e-mailed him all these years. Hurting his feelings was the only thing that held her back. Syaoran had been talking about Meilin non-stop for the past week and something else that almost broke her heart.
~Flashback~
Meilin bounced on Sakura's bed as she watched her friend going over her article she typed up for the SNMC.
Meilin had been somewhat flattered at the attention that had been lavished upon her by Syaoran. He had brought her flowers, jewelry, heart shaped boxes that contained chocolate (nummy yummy!!!^_^;!!!), cute stuffed toys and you name it.
"What do you think of Syaoran, Sakura?" Meilin asked abruptly.
"Well – he's nice." Sakura replied – a blush staining her face.
Meilin glanced at her and her eyes seemed to widen in horror. "You don't like him do you?"
Sakura shook her head in denial. "Ofcourse not."
"Whew! That's a relief. I think he wants to ask me out. I mean – by the stuff he's bought for me, I think it's obvious that he likes me, ne?"
"Yeah. He's besotted with you, Meilin."
Later, Syaoran took Sakura aside. "Sakura – be honest with me ok? Do you think Meilin likes me at all?"
Syaoran's look was so hopeful, almost childlike that her heart wrenched. As much as she didn't want to, she nodded. Syaoran's face lit up with such joy that Sakura smiled too, albeit sadly as Syaoran wrapped her in a hug.
"Thank you Sakura." He whispered then left to look for Meilin.
~End Flashback~
"I have to leave." Sakura thought determinedly.
Meilin and Syaoran had gone out and Meilin had rambled on and on and on about how wonderful their date had been and what a perfect gentlemen Syaoran was and how sweet he was to her and how gorgeous he looked and how he almost kissed her goodnight but must have been too shy since he didn't. Sakura tried to look interested while she felt miserable.
'They are going to be happy together – so they wouldn't miss me, anyway. I don't think I can stand this pain."
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AN: READ THIS!!!
Dear Anonymous reviewer (thanx for reviewing btw.) and every other reviewer going to make the same type of statement. I KNOW this story has the same plot as Childhood Crush. Wanna know why? Go and read my Author's note, which is s'posed to be 2nd chappie. Newayz . . . I'm going to take this story into a different direction from where Childhood Crush is going and I can't remember if I told you or not but this story is going to be pretty long since lotsa ppls want it that way except ??? (:Þ) and hopefully it'll be good too. PLZ R/R.
Ok. You can stop reading now. Anyone interested can keep reading. Question/Answer time below!
SKC: I'm sorry SKC. I'm dedicating this chappie to you. I think this is one of my best chapter and I absolutely enjoyed doing it too! Do you feel all special and happy now? You do? GOOD! Cos it was s'posed to. Don't be sad anymore ok?
Xander: Especially don't give her coffee!!! If it makes her sad.
Shaun: Gomen is sorry.
Gaki/baka is idiot – I think it's right . . . right peeps?
. . . peeps? *no answer* Oh dear. I think they've all left. ='(
LOL . . . Only you'd think of a 'fight to the death' solution Shaun, but alas *hand to the forehead* I cannot do that cos all my readers will majorly flame me - right peeps? … uh…opps. I 4got they've already left. and I don't exactly like getting burned. NEWAYZ! The stowy would be boring that way!
TomoyoMalfoy and Kan-chan: thank you for your encouragement for this chappie!