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The Luckiest
Chapter Three: A Learning Experience
"LI SYAORAN!" Syaoran cringed as the female voice rang through the massive Li mansion. He stood from his desk he was sitting at and quietly walked out of his bedroom and down the hall toward the steps. Along the way, one of his sisters poked their head out of their room, eyes full of curiosity.
"What on earth did you do to make mother yell that loudly?" Fei Mei asked, walking out of her room and along with Syaoran as he reached the staircase. Syaoran turned and gave his sister a stern yet harmless glare.
"Whatever the trouble is, I'm fairly certain you won't be there to find out, Fei Mei." Syaoran answered coolly as he descended the stairs. Fei Mei crossed her arms and leaned against the banister, watching her baby brother walk down to his impending doom. Realizing she'd find out all the dirt eventually, the young woman gave up, retreating back to the confines of her room.
"SYAORAN!" Yelan Li called once again, her face red and her dark eyes blazing. How he had gotten himself into this mess was beyond her, and she was not about to let it go without being fixed. Her son was the future leader of the Li clan, and a weakness like what she had just learned about would certainly have an affect on Syaoran's whole future unless she squashed it now.
"What is it mother?" Syaoran said calmly as he walked into the large sitting room of the house. He sat opposite his mother in a soft sofa and watched his mother's eyes for a sign. Usually he could tell how urgent the situation was just by looking at them. Today they were filled with anxiety and worry, and topped off with determined anger.
"You haven't been working on your Japanese since you've returned home." Yelan said, her eyes fixing on the warm amber eyes of her only son. He looked so much like his father, and every day he grew more to resemble the man. Syaoran turned his head down, taking a sudden interest in the pattern of the sofa.
"Your marks are failing. If you fail Japanese, you will not graduate high school. And furthermore, as the future leader of this family, you must be familiar in the Japanese language. We do much business with Japan." Yelan scolded. Syaoran looked up, his eyes dark and holding some anger in them that matched his mother's. He may have looked like his father, but his attitude he inherited from his mother.
"Well I think it is an utterly pointless language, mother and I will not even attempt to study for it." Syaoran bit stubbornly. Yelan smiled and shook her head; she still found it funny that her son knew her so well, and yet didn't realize she had already made plans. Sitting her hands in her lap and smiling at Syaoran, Yelan began to unravel her plan to help her son learn Japanese.
"You'll learn it. You will have to. I'm sending you to Japan for the remainder of the school year. You will graduate from there, and your mark in Japanese will be perfect. Your plane takes off in an hour, so I suggest you pack your things." Yelan said smoothly, watching her son's shocked expression turn to an angry one.
"You're going to yank me out of my school and throw me into some foreign place where I will know no one? You're mad!" Syaoran yelled, leaping to his feet. Eight months over in Japan . . . how could his life get any worse? For a fleeting second, Syaoran's mind blinked to the honey haired girl from a month ago. He remembered the incredible sex, and her amazing green eyes, and wondered what the odds were she would be there. His thoughts were shaken by his mother's light laughter.
"You didn't think I would leave you in some foreign place with no one, did you? Your cousin Eriol is already there. He transferred just a couple weeks ago. You will live in his apartment with him. Now go pack, you haven't got a lot of time." Yelan said sternly, watching as her son cast her an angry stare before stomping up the stairs to pack his bags. She sighed; this was for his own good, and she wasn't about to compromise his future over a language barrier.
In his room, Syaoran hastily packed his things into two suitcases. They had barely had time to gather dust from sitting under the bed, and he was whisking them off to some other part of the world, uprooting them from their normal routine of being forgotten under the bed. Syaoran's head was spinning as he packed his clothes. What in the world had gotten into his mother's head, sending him to Japan?! Why couldn't she just hire another tutor for him?
'Because you always managed to distract even the most diligent tutor and stray from your work. She knows that, stupid.' Syaoran thought to himself, and he smacked himself gently on the forehead. Grabbing his things, Syaoran took one more look at his old room before walking out the door and back down the stairs.
'Well, goodbye everything I know.' Syaoran thought mournfully as he kissed his mother on the cheek and walked out to the car, the driver taking him to the airport.
At the Tomoeda airport, a familiar face was waiting for Syaoran's flight to come in. They had been waiting for some time, and anxiously awaited his arrival. They watched the plane touch ground and taxi over to the terminal, then waited, slightly impatiently, as people began to slowly filter out. The familiar brown hair and amber eyes caught the attention of the one waiting, and they waved their hands in a desperate attempt to get him to see them. Syaoran nodded, then walked over to the one picking him up.
"Hey Eriol." Syaoran muttered, grabbing his backpack and walking with Eriol down to the baggage claim. Eriol smirked at his cousin.
"I take it this move wasn't desired?" Eriol asked, and Syaoran nodded sharply, grabbing his suitcases.
"As if you had to ask." Syaoran spat, hauling his bags out of the airport while Eriol just shook his head and smiled.
"Well let's get you home. I've got a surprise for you when you get there. You're going to love it." Eriol said, opening the back of his SUV and helping Syaoran throw his bags inside.
"You seem to forget, home is in Hong Kong. And unless you intend to drive this thing there, we're certainly not going there." Syaoran protested, getting in the passenger seat and buckling his seat belt. Eriol started the car, and soon they were off.
"I think you'll like the place. It's a three bedroom apartment with a pretty good sized living room and kitchen. There's a washer and dryer in the spare room, and it's in pretty good condition. My parents have the rent covered, so don't worry about that." Eriol said, attempting to make conversation. Syaoran sighed loudly and crossed his arms.
"I don't know why I had to do this. I mean, I could have gotten another tutor." Syaoran objected, and Eriol laughed out loud.
"You and another tutor?! I have heard your stories. You can get even the most dedicated person, male or female, to stop teaching you Japanese just by taking them on one of your little thrill adventures!" Eriol cried, and Syaoran smirked. Base jumping and bungee jumping were really good ways to throw off the concentration of a tutor, that was well known.
"We're here." Eriol said, getting out of the car and throwing his arms up to an enormous building. There had to be twenty floors in this structure, and it loomed over Syaoran like a giant, it's rows of teeth glimmering in the setting sun.
"Damn. . . "Syaoran muttered as they walked into the lobby and clamored into an elevator, going to the top floor. The two teens walked down the hall to the last room on the left and Eriol opened the door. The apartment was well decorated well, with a nice entertainment center and leather furniture. The carpet was a tan color, and dark blue curtains draped the windows.
"This isn't bad." Syaoran said, beginning to feel a little less apprehensive about this whole moving thing. Even though he was in Hell, he still lived well so it was alright with him. Eriol led his new roommate back to the bedrooms and showed off Syaoran's room, which was already fully furnished.
It was colored in dark and light greens, the wood dark cherry just as Syaoran preferred. A large window overlooking the city was the main focus for Syaoran, who set his bags down and looked out the window, his amber eyes taking in the sight of the well lit city as it spread before him like a blanket of twinkling lights.
"I had a feeling this room would suit you well." Eriol said, his eyes sparking. He still had one more surprise up his sleeve. He ushered at something out in the hallway, and Tomoyo suddenly snuck into Syaoran's room, covering his eyes with her small hands. Syaoran stiffened at the touch.
"What's the deal, Eriol?" The brunette asked, confused. Eriol and Tomoyo laughed, and she uncovered Syaoran's eyes. They widened at the sight of Tomoyo. He was in Tomoeda. . . he was in Sakura's town. HOLY SHIT HE WAS GOING TO SEE HER AGAIN! Syaoran couldn't contain himself as he politely hugged Tomoyo and looked up, expecting Sakura to be there waiting. He longed to feel her arms around him, her kisses to taste.
"Welcome to Tomoeda." Tomoyo greeted happily. Syaoran nodded, then looked past her for Sakura. Tomoyo, knowing what Syaoran was searching for, called out to her friend.
When she walked into the doorway, Syaoran's jaw dropped. She was still exactly as she was a month ago, her emerald eyes staring into his in shock. For a moment they stared, then Syaoran moved to take her into his arms. Sakura backed away, her emerald eyes becoming quite stormy.
"Sakura?" Syaoran and Tomoyo questioned, becoming confused. She glared at Syaoran with a fury only known to her and crossed her arms. Eriol now moved to stand beside his girlfriend and find out what the deal was with Sakura. She had been fine moments ago, until she caught sight of Syaoran standing there in the room.
"What's the matter?" Syaoran asked, smiling and taking another step toward the slim teenager. Sakura held her hand up, stopping Syaoran in his tracks.
"Stay the fuck away from me, you hear me?" Sakura said, her voice low and malicious as she spoke. Syaoran was shocked by Sakura's outburst, but masked it.
"Talk to me." He requested, but Sakura shook her head and stepped out of the doorway.
"I don't want to talk to a son of a bitch like you." Sakura replied, turning and taking off out of the apartment. Syaoran ran out after her, but she was out of the apartment and down the hall before he could manage a word. Behind him, Tomoyo and Eriol stood, confused.
"What the fuck was that?" Syaoran asked, and Tomoyo shrugged. She kissed Eriol's cheek lightly and walked past Syaoran to the door.
"I'll go talk to her. Maybe she's mad because you didn't say goodbye last time you saw her." Tomoyo said, implying she knew all about the one night stand they'd had a month ago. Syaoran gulped. He hadn't thought about that. Tomoyo left, and Syaoran retreated to the soft leather couch, holding his head in one hand and closing his eyes wearily.
"Well, of the three friends I have here, I lost one without saying a word. This is going to be the best year ever, Eriol." Syaoran said quietly, and Eriol shook his head. He didn't know what was going on with Sakura either, but he knew Tomoyo, and knew she would get to the bottom of all of it soon enough.
"Don't worry about it, Syao. I'm sure it's nothing a little girl talk won't cure." Eriol replied, and Syaoran nodded. Eriol flipped on the television, and the duo watched. Syaoran only watched half heartedly; his thoughts were too clouded by the way Sakura had acted. Why was she being so cold? Why didn't she want to talk to him? Could he have been that horrible of a person not to say goodbye to her before he left? Shaking his head, Syaoran tried to focus on the show and pick apart the Japanese so he could understand it. This year was not getting off to the right kind of start, that was for sure.
*So, as many of you possibly expected, something is amiss. What is wrong with Sakura, and why does she hate Syaoran suddenly? You all know the plot will thicken in the next chapter, so review, and wait patiently and I will provide it soon (depending on the amount of feedback I receive!). Have a good day!*
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The Luckiest
Chapter Three: A Learning Experience
"LI SYAORAN!" Syaoran cringed as the female voice rang through the massive Li mansion. He stood from his desk he was sitting at and quietly walked out of his bedroom and down the hall toward the steps. Along the way, one of his sisters poked their head out of their room, eyes full of curiosity.
"What on earth did you do to make mother yell that loudly?" Fei Mei asked, walking out of her room and along with Syaoran as he reached the staircase. Syaoran turned and gave his sister a stern yet harmless glare.
"Whatever the trouble is, I'm fairly certain you won't be there to find out, Fei Mei." Syaoran answered coolly as he descended the stairs. Fei Mei crossed her arms and leaned against the banister, watching her baby brother walk down to his impending doom. Realizing she'd find out all the dirt eventually, the young woman gave up, retreating back to the confines of her room.
"SYAORAN!" Yelan Li called once again, her face red and her dark eyes blazing. How he had gotten himself into this mess was beyond her, and she was not about to let it go without being fixed. Her son was the future leader of the Li clan, and a weakness like what she had just learned about would certainly have an affect on Syaoran's whole future unless she squashed it now.
"What is it mother?" Syaoran said calmly as he walked into the large sitting room of the house. He sat opposite his mother in a soft sofa and watched his mother's eyes for a sign. Usually he could tell how urgent the situation was just by looking at them. Today they were filled with anxiety and worry, and topped off with determined anger.
"You haven't been working on your Japanese since you've returned home." Yelan said, her eyes fixing on the warm amber eyes of her only son. He looked so much like his father, and every day he grew more to resemble the man. Syaoran turned his head down, taking a sudden interest in the pattern of the sofa.
"Your marks are failing. If you fail Japanese, you will not graduate high school. And furthermore, as the future leader of this family, you must be familiar in the Japanese language. We do much business with Japan." Yelan scolded. Syaoran looked up, his eyes dark and holding some anger in them that matched his mother's. He may have looked like his father, but his attitude he inherited from his mother.
"Well I think it is an utterly pointless language, mother and I will not even attempt to study for it." Syaoran bit stubbornly. Yelan smiled and shook her head; she still found it funny that her son knew her so well, and yet didn't realize she had already made plans. Sitting her hands in her lap and smiling at Syaoran, Yelan began to unravel her plan to help her son learn Japanese.
"You'll learn it. You will have to. I'm sending you to Japan for the remainder of the school year. You will graduate from there, and your mark in Japanese will be perfect. Your plane takes off in an hour, so I suggest you pack your things." Yelan said smoothly, watching her son's shocked expression turn to an angry one.
"You're going to yank me out of my school and throw me into some foreign place where I will know no one? You're mad!" Syaoran yelled, leaping to his feet. Eight months over in Japan . . . how could his life get any worse? For a fleeting second, Syaoran's mind blinked to the honey haired girl from a month ago. He remembered the incredible sex, and her amazing green eyes, and wondered what the odds were she would be there. His thoughts were shaken by his mother's light laughter.
"You didn't think I would leave you in some foreign place with no one, did you? Your cousin Eriol is already there. He transferred just a couple weeks ago. You will live in his apartment with him. Now go pack, you haven't got a lot of time." Yelan said sternly, watching as her son cast her an angry stare before stomping up the stairs to pack his bags. She sighed; this was for his own good, and she wasn't about to compromise his future over a language barrier.
In his room, Syaoran hastily packed his things into two suitcases. They had barely had time to gather dust from sitting under the bed, and he was whisking them off to some other part of the world, uprooting them from their normal routine of being forgotten under the bed. Syaoran's head was spinning as he packed his clothes. What in the world had gotten into his mother's head, sending him to Japan?! Why couldn't she just hire another tutor for him?
'Because you always managed to distract even the most diligent tutor and stray from your work. She knows that, stupid.' Syaoran thought to himself, and he smacked himself gently on the forehead. Grabbing his things, Syaoran took one more look at his old room before walking out the door and back down the stairs.
'Well, goodbye everything I know.' Syaoran thought mournfully as he kissed his mother on the cheek and walked out to the car, the driver taking him to the airport.
At the Tomoeda airport, a familiar face was waiting for Syaoran's flight to come in. They had been waiting for some time, and anxiously awaited his arrival. They watched the plane touch ground and taxi over to the terminal, then waited, slightly impatiently, as people began to slowly filter out. The familiar brown hair and amber eyes caught the attention of the one waiting, and they waved their hands in a desperate attempt to get him to see them. Syaoran nodded, then walked over to the one picking him up.
"Hey Eriol." Syaoran muttered, grabbing his backpack and walking with Eriol down to the baggage claim. Eriol smirked at his cousin.
"I take it this move wasn't desired?" Eriol asked, and Syaoran nodded sharply, grabbing his suitcases.
"As if you had to ask." Syaoran spat, hauling his bags out of the airport while Eriol just shook his head and smiled.
"Well let's get you home. I've got a surprise for you when you get there. You're going to love it." Eriol said, opening the back of his SUV and helping Syaoran throw his bags inside.
"You seem to forget, home is in Hong Kong. And unless you intend to drive this thing there, we're certainly not going there." Syaoran protested, getting in the passenger seat and buckling his seat belt. Eriol started the car, and soon they were off.
"I think you'll like the place. It's a three bedroom apartment with a pretty good sized living room and kitchen. There's a washer and dryer in the spare room, and it's in pretty good condition. My parents have the rent covered, so don't worry about that." Eriol said, attempting to make conversation. Syaoran sighed loudly and crossed his arms.
"I don't know why I had to do this. I mean, I could have gotten another tutor." Syaoran objected, and Eriol laughed out loud.
"You and another tutor?! I have heard your stories. You can get even the most dedicated person, male or female, to stop teaching you Japanese just by taking them on one of your little thrill adventures!" Eriol cried, and Syaoran smirked. Base jumping and bungee jumping were really good ways to throw off the concentration of a tutor, that was well known.
"We're here." Eriol said, getting out of the car and throwing his arms up to an enormous building. There had to be twenty floors in this structure, and it loomed over Syaoran like a giant, it's rows of teeth glimmering in the setting sun.
"Damn. . . "Syaoran muttered as they walked into the lobby and clamored into an elevator, going to the top floor. The two teens walked down the hall to the last room on the left and Eriol opened the door. The apartment was well decorated well, with a nice entertainment center and leather furniture. The carpet was a tan color, and dark blue curtains draped the windows.
"This isn't bad." Syaoran said, beginning to feel a little less apprehensive about this whole moving thing. Even though he was in Hell, he still lived well so it was alright with him. Eriol led his new roommate back to the bedrooms and showed off Syaoran's room, which was already fully furnished.
It was colored in dark and light greens, the wood dark cherry just as Syaoran preferred. A large window overlooking the city was the main focus for Syaoran, who set his bags down and looked out the window, his amber eyes taking in the sight of the well lit city as it spread before him like a blanket of twinkling lights.
"I had a feeling this room would suit you well." Eriol said, his eyes sparking. He still had one more surprise up his sleeve. He ushered at something out in the hallway, and Tomoyo suddenly snuck into Syaoran's room, covering his eyes with her small hands. Syaoran stiffened at the touch.
"What's the deal, Eriol?" The brunette asked, confused. Eriol and Tomoyo laughed, and she uncovered Syaoran's eyes. They widened at the sight of Tomoyo. He was in Tomoeda. . . he was in Sakura's town. HOLY SHIT HE WAS GOING TO SEE HER AGAIN! Syaoran couldn't contain himself as he politely hugged Tomoyo and looked up, expecting Sakura to be there waiting. He longed to feel her arms around him, her kisses to taste.
"Welcome to Tomoeda." Tomoyo greeted happily. Syaoran nodded, then looked past her for Sakura. Tomoyo, knowing what Syaoran was searching for, called out to her friend.
When she walked into the doorway, Syaoran's jaw dropped. She was still exactly as she was a month ago, her emerald eyes staring into his in shock. For a moment they stared, then Syaoran moved to take her into his arms. Sakura backed away, her emerald eyes becoming quite stormy.
"Sakura?" Syaoran and Tomoyo questioned, becoming confused. She glared at Syaoran with a fury only known to her and crossed her arms. Eriol now moved to stand beside his girlfriend and find out what the deal was with Sakura. She had been fine moments ago, until she caught sight of Syaoran standing there in the room.
"What's the matter?" Syaoran asked, smiling and taking another step toward the slim teenager. Sakura held her hand up, stopping Syaoran in his tracks.
"Stay the fuck away from me, you hear me?" Sakura said, her voice low and malicious as she spoke. Syaoran was shocked by Sakura's outburst, but masked it.
"Talk to me." He requested, but Sakura shook her head and stepped out of the doorway.
"I don't want to talk to a son of a bitch like you." Sakura replied, turning and taking off out of the apartment. Syaoran ran out after her, but she was out of the apartment and down the hall before he could manage a word. Behind him, Tomoyo and Eriol stood, confused.
"What the fuck was that?" Syaoran asked, and Tomoyo shrugged. She kissed Eriol's cheek lightly and walked past Syaoran to the door.
"I'll go talk to her. Maybe she's mad because you didn't say goodbye last time you saw her." Tomoyo said, implying she knew all about the one night stand they'd had a month ago. Syaoran gulped. He hadn't thought about that. Tomoyo left, and Syaoran retreated to the soft leather couch, holding his head in one hand and closing his eyes wearily.
"Well, of the three friends I have here, I lost one without saying a word. This is going to be the best year ever, Eriol." Syaoran said quietly, and Eriol shook his head. He didn't know what was going on with Sakura either, but he knew Tomoyo, and knew she would get to the bottom of all of it soon enough.
"Don't worry about it, Syao. I'm sure it's nothing a little girl talk won't cure." Eriol replied, and Syaoran nodded. Eriol flipped on the television, and the duo watched. Syaoran only watched half heartedly; his thoughts were too clouded by the way Sakura had acted. Why was she being so cold? Why didn't she want to talk to him? Could he have been that horrible of a person not to say goodbye to her before he left? Shaking his head, Syaoran tried to focus on the show and pick apart the Japanese so he could understand it. This year was not getting off to the right kind of start, that was for sure.
*So, as many of you possibly expected, something is amiss. What is wrong with Sakura, and why does she hate Syaoran suddenly? You all know the plot will thicken in the next chapter, so review, and wait patiently and I will provide it soon (depending on the amount of feedback I receive!). Have a good day!*