A/N: Hellooo! I'm back again! Hope you enjoy this chapter by the way.

Disclaimer: …Nah…it's too good to be true if I own CCS and its characters…the day that happens is the day when anime is real! A.k.a NEVER!

Sakura will be in this story, thought you should know that since so many people asked, lol! I mean, where's the story without the romance?

Chapter Two: Finally

An auburn haired girl flopped down on the couch, emerald eyes scowling.

Uggh, Touya had called her a monster again! When would he stop? It was so annoying!

But for some reason, her mind wandered to music class that day.

It was where that nerdy nerd had sang…it was supposed to be a happy song, but his voice had such a loneliness and melancholy to his voice that it was almost heartbreaking.

Sappy and cheesy, yes, and totally random to what she was thinking about before, but hey! She was a spontaneous person.

Everyone was always so mean to those kinds of people though. All they saw was the outside of them and their appearances...it really wasn't fair at all. While she had always been nice and fair to them, she hadn't bothered to shower them with special treatment. Funny, because she never really noticed those people that much before, she just chattered with her friends, caught up in her own world. She felt strangely guilty.

Come to think of it…what was that nerd's name?

Her forehead wrinkled for a bit.

…Sho…

Nah, that wasn't right. She tried again.

…Sheoran.

Eh…closer, but it still didn't sound right.

Shaoran?

AH! Now she knew she was close!

Then it suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks (or a cow on a stick, as she liked to say).

Syaoran! That was his name. Now for the last name. She rubbed her temples. This was hard, hard work.

It started with an 'l', she knew that at least.

Lei?

No…

…No...no...it couldn't be!

She shook her head in disbelief, not willing to accept it, but she knew she had to, it was the only explanation.

Syaoran Li...

Her face dawned in understanding.

Syaoran Li...heir to the richest company in the world.

Her mouth now gaping with shock, she scrambled up again, as her head had thumped against the coffee table in front of her when she came up with his name.

But…he's a Li! He could socially humiliate everyone who's ever picked on him! Sakura thought, eyes widening with disbelief. But when she had gotten over her shock and become somber again, as her head had somehow kept onlanding on the table in front of her, her eyes softened.

The Li guy was so nice to be doing that for people…

Or perhaps it was his pride that had kept him from doing that?

Li's were known to take pride in everything they did, no matter if it was not in their favour, or vice versa.

She thought again, summoning up a very, very faint image in her mind of him. This really was giving her a headache.

He had dark, chocolate-coloured hair that was ridiculously slicked back (and unnecessarily as well, in her point of view), coupled with equally dark amber-brown-chocolate eyes and his weird clothes.

—He wasn't bad looking, she concluded. He could definitely improve himself by letting that hair out of the gel and choosing better clothes to wear, but if looked at closely (even with those atrocities), he was alright.

Alright, Li…I dunno why you've gotten yourself so much attention from me, but just cause of this, I'm gonna be nice to you and try and talk to you…maybe be your friend? Sakura concluded to herself, a faint smile on her lips.

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Syaoran browsed through his clothes, picking out some baggy dark blue jeans (not so baggy that he looked like a slug or gangster though), and a dark green t-shirt with the words 'Beats Me' sprawled across it, along with a goofy looking Mickey Mouse getting beaten up alongside it.

Syaoran grinned, and wondered why he didn't wear any of this stuff before…it was way better than all of his other plain shirts that he usually wore.

Then something long caught his eye.

Curiously, he went over and picked it up.

Two long, one silver and one black, chains sparkled back at him, the kind you attached to your jeans.

Perfect! He'd always wanted some of these, he couldn't see why he missed them before.

He moved on, and found a pair of skater shoes. Now satisfied, he gathered everything up and walked out, plopping them all on the bed, so he could wear them on Monday (well, after he took a shower to get all that gel out of his hair). He didn't want to wear them until Monday either, because...well, he wanted to save the time he had left as his 'geeky' self. He didn't understand why he would want that, but he still felt like this was a part of himself that was going to completely disappear on Monday.

Still having that lop-sided goofy grin on his face, he slid downstairs on the banister, only to be scolded at the bottom by his mother, who had just come home from an important conference in Japan.

"Xiao Lang! What do you think you are doing? And what did I say about those…" she eyed his clothes, trying to come up with something appropriate, "…clothes? They bring shame to the Li name, really…"

Syaoran waved this off.

"Mother, it's alright. I'm going to change them…it's Friday today after all. I'll wear something better on Monday, so as to not disgrace the Li name," he replied, bowing curtly to her before walking calmly out of the room, an air of importance around him.

Leaving Yelan blinking at her son's back.

She had told her son to change his appearance again and again before,but he had only shrugged or told her that it was the insides that counted, and that people had to look past the outside appearance to see who he really was…

Why the sudden change?

Her forehead creased in worry. Yes, she was happy for her son for finally deciding to take heed of her words, but she really hoped that all this wasn't going to get to his head if he did change his appearance. He would have girls flocking him all over Hong Kong and then some more!

She sighed. The last thing she needed was having a shallow son, which she had purposely brought up to be modest, respectful, prideful, polite, reliable, honourable, trustworthy, independent, and yet also able to work with others if the need arose.

If this is just a whim he's thought up out of nowhere, then he had better keep his head and sanity and live up to his blood, because if he doesn't, I'll see to it that he does. Yelan thought firmly, a hard, calculating look on her face as she stared into nothing, as if remembering something.

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"So, how's it going buddy?" Yamazaki asked, arms behind his head lazily, sitting in the little booth in the ice cream parlour. Syaoran was hanging out with his friends, who, unfortunately, went to another school and couldn't convince their parents to let them switch, and same for Syaoran.

"Nah, same. Everyone making fun of me and all that," Syaoran replied, shrugging.

"You should really do something about it! Like go tell your mom and disgrace them or something…whatever you rich people call it," Yamazaki exclaimed heatedly.

Eriol, blue eyes twinkling madly (the guy was always insane in Syaoran's opinion), added,

"You really should do something about it, Syaoran,"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't go and disgrace them like Yamazaki says I should…that's going down to their level, and playing dirty too. Remember? I'm supposed to—"

"Respectful and honourable, yeah yeah, we get it," Yamazaki cut in. "Well then why don't you change how you look and then show them up?"

"Finally, he's gone and come up with something useful for once," Eriol commented, turning hid head to hide his small snicker when he saw Yamazaki's eyebrows twitch in irritation.

"Hey, I resent that!"

"Do whatever you like, it's none of my concern,"

"Shut up Eriol…at least I don't go around being all mysterious all the time,"

"What's wrong with that? It's just the way I am,"

"…" Yamazaki's face was sour. "Aargh…stupid guy who acts all innocent,"

Eriol, who hadn't heard, continued on,

"See, you don't have anything to say to that, do you?"

"…innocent my butt,"

"…Excuse me?"

"Innocent guy with an innocent house who goes to an innocent school who acts all innocent when he really isn't innocent at all," Yamazaki was muttering.

Eriol sweat dropped.

"Yamazaki…"

"Shut up Eriol! Innocent evil stupid smart hypocrite poser…ok! I'm all done now! What did you want Eriol?" Yamazaki tilted his head oh-so innocently.

Eriol sweat dropped even more, wondering how he had become friends with this lunatic.

"Uuhh…nothing. It's ok now Yamazaki…just as long as you don't go and tell some insane story,"

"Very Syaoran thing to say," he replied dryly.

"Well, what you said was a very Syaoran thing too…we're hanging around him way too much—I'm losing my mysteriousness," Here Eriol frowned and put a hand on his chin, "This isn't a good thing,"

Syaoran, who was laughing in the background and had been doing so for the last few minutes stuttered out,

"S-stop guys! I c-can't BREATHE!" he fell into another laughing fit on his last word.

Two glares turned his way.

"Shut up," both growled in unison. At this Syaoran laughed even harder.

"Y-you sound just li-ike me! M-man, Eriol p-pal…you r-re-really are losing your mysteriousness," his laughter faded a little and he stood up sheepishly from the floor, where he had fallen and hit his head before. Seeing other people's stares and 'kids these days…' from some older members in the ice cream parlour, his expression turned even more sheepish, but even so, he called out,

"Ok, ok! Move it on, the show's over, there's nothing else to see!" then, quietly to himself, he muttered, "I swear, some of the people here come just for kicks…we do this practically every day. Without us the store wouldn't be so loaded all the time…honestly…"

"Thanks Syaoran," Yamazaki spoke for himself and Eriol.

"Whatever, no problem,"

I should really be thanking you guys...you have no idea how much both of you mean to me. Thanks guys…

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After the ice cream parlour incident, Syaoran decided to take a visit to the park by himself. He had his hands tucked into his pockets and he was staring at the kids playing with a grin on his face.

"It's nice to watch, isn't it?" a quiet voice behind him causing him to spin around with slightly round eyes. He had been way too distracted to sense someone behind him.

"Wha—?" he managed.

The girl laughed, but stuck out a hand anyway.

"Hey, I'm Sakura Kinomoto,"

Still swimming in shock, but now slightly in suspicion, he didn't accept the hand.

"Why are you telling me your whole name? I could be a kidnapper for all you know,"

Smile slightly fading, Sakura still stubbornly kept her hand up.

"I know you from school. Seen you around…Syaoran Li, right?" she questioned.

"Ohh…" Syaoran racked his brain for the auburn-haired girl in front of him. A memory came.

Syaoran was walking coolly down the hall. It was the first day of high school.

Already, he was being picked on, and he could just sense the loner status being ready to be pasted onto him.

Suddenly though, from down the hall, he spotted a pretty…no, scratch that…beautiful auburn-haired girl chatting with her friends, eyes sparkling.

As she walked past, she gave him a friendly glance, not that calculating one he was used to getting.

"Hello!" she greeted happily, giving him a smile before walking past him.

That had been one of the rare moments someone had been nice to him.

Formerly icy amber eyes melted a bit and he smiled a bit at her, tilting his head and accepting the hand. Shaking it, he greeted,

"Hey, nice to meet you Kinomoto. And yeah, it's nice to see kids playing,"

Eyes lighting up, Sakura's smile came back blindingly.

"No, no! Just call me Sakura. It's what everyone calls me, Li," she said, and Syaoran could tell that she was trying to get his permission to call him by his first name. Even though he liked her, didn't mean he trusted her though…

"Ok, Sakura," he agreed.

Sakura mentally sighed.

So…we finally meet, Syaoran Li. You're such a hard person to get into…

Then a determined, steely look appeared in her eyes.

I'm going to be your friend no matter what, Li…am I sick though? I've never wanted to be someone's friend so badly before. This is twisted, seriously. But Li's a nice person, if you don't get on his bad side, I'll admit.

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A/N: Argh, long chapter. Sorry if it's weird and needs some editing, I tried to get it done as soon as possible. Sleep…

And please review! (no flames please, but suggestions are welcome to see how I can improve) Oh yea, I have no strength to reply to reviews now, so I'm sorry…