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Chapter 1: Emerald
(Normal P.O.V)
"Oh my god! Look! There he is!"
"Like, duh!"
Screams and squeals could be heard from the female population as Syaoran Li made his way through the halls.
"Oh. My. God. Do I look okay?! How 'bout my face?! What about-"
"Damn girl, like, shut up already! It looks fine! Oh my god, he's, like, coming this way!"
"Syaoran! My love!"
"SHUT UP ALREADY!!!" Sakura screamed. The chattering had died down as students looked nervously over at the angry Sakura. It was never a good idea to piss her off. They all knew that. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as she continued to walk to her locker. Every damn morning they stand around and wait for that idiot to show up. Do they have no lives what so ever?! What's so great about him anyway? Sure I'll admit he's good looking but looks can be deceiving.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Kinomoto Sakura." A husky voice had interrupted her thoughts and stopped her on her tracks. Sakura whirled around to glare at the owner of the voice.
"What the hell do you want Li?" She spat. Syaoran raised a brow at her, amused at her actions.
"Nothing. Can't I say hi?" He asked innocently.
"Go. To. Hell." She replied coldly as she walked away.
The corner of Syaoran's lips tugged into a smile as he watched her retreating figure fade away. He despised Sakura but he had to admit, it was fun teasing her. She was not someone you would come across everyday. Sakura was not beautiful, but she was not ugly either. To him anyway. She had shoulder length auburn hair and turquoise eyes, which were always dull. Never had Syaoran seen her eyes full of life or emotion. She wore dark make up making her image deadly. No one dared to mess with her. Sakura did not fall for his good looks and she was brave enough to stand up to him. She absolutely hated his guts. Or so he thought.
(Sakura's P.O.V)
I approached my front door as I hastily fumbled with my keys. I rushed to the bathroom and sighed in relief. I took out my turquoise contacts which revealed my true eye colour. Emerald. Damn contacts, I thought as I rubbed my eyes. I washed my face of make up and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Pathetic. I changed out of the school uniform and into a pink tank top and a pair of jeans. I made my way to the kitchen searching for a snack to eat, when a picture on the dining room table caught my eye. I smiled at the picture as warm tears rolled down my cheek. Mommy... Touya... Why'd you have to leave me?
My mother and old brother had died in a car crash. I had gotten a phone call during the day while I was at school from my step father. I had rushed to the hospital but it was too late. They were gone. I had gone into depression and shut all of my friends out of my life. And as if that weren't bad enough, my step father had tried to take advantage of me while I was in a vulnerable state. I ran away from home and to my aunt, who helped me through my troubles. From there on, I decided to start a new life. And so here I was at Tomoeda High.
With sadness lying in my emerald eyes, I covered it up with my contacts They say that the eyes are the window to one's soul. I concealed all my emotions so that all there was left to see was nothing but dullness. I wore nothing but a mask during the day. But at night, I revealed my true weak self.
I sighed as I shook my head. "I'm going for a walk." I muttered to myself.
I rubbed my arms as I felt the cool night breeze brush against my skin. It was late autumn and most of the trees had lost their leaves. Winter was soon coming.
Aimlessly wandered the streets, I admired the night sky. The cresent moon could be seen faintly through a thick gray cloud. I glanced at my surroundings and I could see Penguin Park up ahead. I made my way to the swings and took a seat. Squeaking could be heard as I swung back and forth.
A figure was too wandering the park aimlessly until the squeaking of the swing had caught his attention. While I was deep in thought, the dark figure made his way to the swing next to me. More squeaking could be heard. Only then did I realize that someone else was present. I focused my gaze at the young man next to me. He wore a dark forest green hooded sweater and he had pulled the hood up to cover his head. I couldn't see his face very well but I could see his messy chestnut hair that covered his eyes.
Just then a strong breeze blew by causing the hood to fall from his head. His eyes were too revealed. Fierce amber. It was then when I realized who it was.
Syaoran Li.
As if on cue, he looked over to me. Amber met emerald. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. His eyes were absolutely breathtaking. Syaoran sent me a charming smile which made me weak in the knees. Fortunately for me, I was seated preventing me from melting on the spot. I smiled back at him but immediately regretted it when I saw his smile fade. Does he know?
"What's wrong?" He asked softly. I swore I heard concern in his voice. What the heck... Syaoran Li showing concern for a stranger? Hah! As if!
"What makes you-"
"It's in your eyes." Damn. I'm an open book. I should have worn my contacts if I knew I would bump into this idiot.
"I... It's nothing."
"Liar." Okay. He's starting to piss me off. First he sits beside me. Then talks to me. Now he's accusing me of lying. Which I technically am but he doesn't need to know that. "Look, I'm not gonna force you to talk if you don't want to, but it's better to tell someone your feelings then keep it to yourself. And telling a stranger is even better." Whoa. Back up there buddy. Who do you think you are giving me, Sakura Kinomoto, advice? Damn you've seriously got issues.
Shut up, he has a point. Just tell him. When was the last time you talked to someone? Besides, it's not like he knows who you are.
What the... Where are you coming from?!
The back of your head. Now talk to him.
"Shut up" I muttered.
"What was that?" Oops. I said that out loud didn't I? After having a mental battle with myself, I decided that it was not a bad idea.
"Nothing." I sighed as I continued to speak. "I've just... had a rough past. I'd rather not talk about it. Sorry." I apologized. He nodded in understanding.
"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll always be here." Syaoran said in a soft voice. "Especially for a beautiful girl like you." He added with a wink. Did he just call me beautiful? And wink at me? He's seriously out of his mind.
We sat in silence as we both admired the starry night sky. I glanced at my watch. 11:59pm. Just a minute before midnight. I stood up straightening my shirt before I spoke, "I gotta go now. It's getting late." He nodded.
"Want me to walk you home?" I'd rather not.
"I'll be fine. Thanks for offering." I replied. I saw him reach for the hem of his sweater, removing it over his head. Syaoran then tossed it at me. I could smell his aftershave coming from it.
"Take it." I raised a brow at him. He wore a black t-shirt and I could clearly see the shape of his arms.
"What about yourself?" He shook his head as approached me. He took a hold of the sweater and helped me put it on. It was way too big for me. He chuckled at how adorable I looked.
"Don't worry about me sweetheart. On the other hand, you're shivering. I think you need it more than I." With that he gave me a peck on the cheek and ran off. "Be careful!" He shouted. I smiled at his retreating figure. I guess he isn't all that bad...
(Normal P.O.V)
Syaoran had a satisfied smile on his face and he plopped himself on to his queen sized bed. He closed his eyes as an image of her appeared in his mind. The way her golden auburn hair flew, the curves on her body and the shade of her emerald eyes were absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. Yet something in those eyes bothered him. The sadness and pain that she held.
"I've just... had a rough past. I'd rather not talk about it."
He wondered why god would be so cruel to burden the angel with such misery.
A realization hit him as he slapped his head in stupidity. I didn't ask for her name! Damn. Syaoran, you are an idiot!
But little did he know that he saw her each and everyday... and he would be seeing her more frequently then he thought.
