A/N: I got very little review for my last chapter, sob sob. Maybe cos this story is new. Well, here's Chapter 2! Enjoy my story, chapter by chapter, and don't forget to review, people!

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Chapter 2: Chaos Theory

Syaoran
20 July 2005
Royale Mansion. My Room.

Oh my fuck. My sore ass is hurting me. Can you even begin to imagine what that blasted bitch did to me?

Urghh!

I sat on my chair unknowingly. 45 minutes later of Miss Hamilton's big lecture about bugs and their secretion of acidic substances, etc etc, the bell rang. We shoved out of our chairs. 3, 2, 1…

"EEEEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

"Mr. Li, detention!"

That bitch. And I don't just mean Miss 'I'm issuing you a one-way ticket to the principal's office' Jennifer Hamilton.

She put glue on my chair! Cherry Blossom Bitch is at it again! I can't stand her!

But whatever. She only wants me to get angry so she can soak in my fuming rage. I will not fall into her devious plot. I will not. I will-

EEEEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

Sakura K.
20 July 2005
Royale Mansion, my room

I am so filled with ecstatic joy today. Ha! I got my back at that Syaoran for bitching me. Thanks to my ingenious resurrection…

Of course, I know he's gonna do something. I'm so sure he is scheming a conspiracy right about no-

"EEEEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Okay. So that was his scheming plot? Attempting in futility to deafen me?

Bleh.

I tuned my stereo up loud to the maximum. That should teach him.

Wait. I hear footsteps. Angry, stomping footsteps. (A/N: Don't ask me how she can hear amidst a booming loud stereo! Maybe cos of her magic elements.)

3, 2, 1…

Bang! Goes the door.

Sakura walked over in anticipation to open the door.

"Hiya!" She screamed over the booming speakers.

"Do-" Syaoran winced. "You-"

"What?" Sakura put a hand to her ear. "Could you speak up?"

"DO YOU MIND!" Syaoran hollered so loud he could've sworn he saw Sakura topple back just a fraction of an inch.

Sakura gave in. She walked back in and switched the stereo off. "Okay. Whassup?"

Syaoran seemed to be flowing on his last vein. "I'm trying to concentrate, in peace, in my own apartment (A/N: remember, they live in the Royale Mansion! Separate apartments to each individual), void of noise and disturbance, and here you are, turning up the freaking stereo so damn loud!"

Sakura eyed him innocently. "But I though you were ranting and raving so much so that I thought I might as well join in the fun-"

She was cut off by a sudden, unexpected blow. Syaoran had uncontrollably lunged himself at her and was about to whack her a punch in the face when she cried in pain.

(A/N: Sorry guys, did you actually think he forced on her and kissed her? Haha! wink)

"Oh my…" Syaoran unclenched his fist and got off her. "Hey, are you okay?"

Sakura let out a whimper in despair. Her left leg was bent at a horrific angle.

"S-Sakura…" Syaoran gasped. "I'm sorry…" He touched her leg but winced as she flinched in agony.

"Syaoran…" Sakura burst out crying. "It hurts…"

Syaoran rushed out to get a private nurse from the hospital wing. An agonizing minute or so later, she rushed in, examining Sakura's injury.

"It's broken," she whispered. Sakura let out a sick moan.

Syaoran mysteriously felt his heart ache. "What have I done?" He muttered angrily to himself. "I'll never forgive myself for this…"

Syaoran
20 July 2005
Hospital Ward at the Royale Mansion

Yes, I admit. I like her. I've been liking her ever since the day we met, a little less than a decade ago. But I am afraid to show it. Afraid to reveal my true emotions…

I can't forgive myself for what I've done. I can't bring myself to it. All my life I've loved this girl, and then I go and freaking hurt her.

Physically.

What am I to do? Why couldn't I control my anger? Why did I have to attack her? I'm at a loss. Elder Prince Fujitaka, conveniently Sakura's father, will want to know what happened to the Princess under my 'righteous care'. Prince Tôuya will kill me, considering what a 'Gaki' I've been to him.

"If you lay one finger on my sister," he growled at me one too many times. "I swear I am so close to killing you!"

Oh, I might as well denigrate myself right about now. I feel like my life has come crumbling down on me.

Perfect.

Sakura K.
21 July 2005
Hospital Ward at the Royale Mansion

Ouch, my leg hurts.

I woke up this morning to find my leg hitched up on a pole. I could taste awful sick in my mouth. But that wasn't what immediately caught my attention.

Syaoran was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his head in his crossed arms, lying head-down on the bunk, right next to me.

Had someone been holding my hand as I was asleep? It felt so… Warm, in this cold ward. It must've been Papa.

Syaoran had just left for school. He promised to bring me homework from my class, announcements, greetings, and regards from everyone, and the latest gossip.

He was suddenly being really nice to me. Maybe because of his guilty conscience for having shoved me to the ground, not to mention ending me up in the hospital bed.

I don't hold it against him, really. I don't want him to feel like I'm bearing a grudge fronting him. I admit that I think it was quite mean of me to bully him. Maybe, if I just apologised…

Syaoran
21 July 2005
Lunch Break

I'm getting overly worried about Sakura. Will she be okay? What if she falls out of bed and can't get up? Will she take her medicine?

And most importantly, will she hate me?

Of course, not like it seriously matters to me. Right? Everyone believes already that we hate each other. So it doesn't count as anything for her likeness level for me to hit negative. Okay, it does. No, it doesn't. It does.

Tomoyo eyed me warily as I stepped into school without Sakura. "What did you do to her?" She asked, upon seeing my guilty face in response to her stare.

"I- I broke her leg…" I stuttered nervously, preparing myself for a decent burial.

"Oh ho, Syaoran, you'd better not let Tôuya find out about this. I'm not letting you go either," she smirked. "I'll be teaming up with him against your meek forces."

I shook my head at her so violently, I swear it was on the verge of plopping right off. "No, please, not Tôuya!" I begged.

She shrugged coldly. Then her icy attitude melted away as Eriol strolled in through the doors.

"Hey Tomo, Syaoran. Where's Sakura?" He greeted.

"Hurt," Tomoyo beat me to it. She so obviously wanted to please her darling Eriol. "Lying in hospital."

"Oh dear, we'd love to visit her after school, but we've got extra classes after. Right, Tomo?"

Is it me, or is something suspicious going on after school?

They waved Tomoyo goodbye as they left for their classes. Eriol grinned smugly as a group of girls sighed as they passed. Syaoran growled at them to lay off.

"So, Syaoran, how about your dream girl?"

"What about her? I don't have one."

"Oh, really? It seems like you have the hots for Sakura." Eriol smirked as he caught another group of girls ogling at them.

"And Tomoyo has the hots for you," Syaoran snapped back. "And it seems you return the favor."

He blushed. "So it seems apparent. But you do like her, don't you?" Eriol questioned again. "Tell me frankly, as you best friend. Are you worried she might despise you after what you've done to her?"

Syaoran
21 July 2005
Homeroom

He read my mind. Clever Eriol. Calm in Tomoyo's presence, but open-minded when it comes to me.

"Are you worried she might despise you after what you've done to her?" Eriol asked.

Am I worried? What if she'll really abominate me?

Who hecks. I have my bitches. So many girls to choose from.

But I don't feel the same with them as when I'm with Sakura. What is it that makes her so… Special?

Because when I'm with her, even when we're bullying each other, I feel…

Good.

The door creaked open and Sakura cocked her head up, her eyes darting to that direction immediately. It was, much to her utter disappointment, the nurse.

"How are you feeling today, Your Highness?" she cheerfully greeted. "Better?"

Sakura smiled rather reluctantly, but she didn't show it. "Hai."

Her heartbeat calmed down. Why was she eagerly expecting him, intently waiting for him to walk through the door with his infamous smirk on his face?

"Does it hurt so much then, Sa-ku-ra?" He taunted.

"Yes," she snapped. "Thanks a lot to you, Baka."

She was just about to imagine the battle start to heat up when she heard a warm voice penetrate her thoughts.

"How are you doing, Sa-ku-ra?"

She looked up. It was Syaoran and his annoying yet comfortable teasing voice.

She was about to snap back when her hamstring twitched unconsciously. "I-I'm fine. It just hurts when I budge a bit," she whimpered in pain.

Syaoran sat in the chair next to the bed and looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

"What?" Sakura was taken by shock. 'Had I just heard him say what I thought I heard him say? Syaoran Li actually apologised to me?' She thought.

"Sakura, I'm sorry for hurting you. As in…"

"My leg?" Sakura asked.

"No, not just that…" He ruffled his fingers through his silky brown hair.

Sakura giggled. "Your hair's messy," she smiled and reached out to smoothen his hair to its original shape.

Syaoran blushed, but ceased to show it. "Sakura, I-I'm sorry for having bullied you since the day we met. I mean, from what I know, guys aren't supposed to bully girls…"

"What, and you're supposed to sit back and take the blow? Come on, get real!" Sakura laughed.

"No hard feelings?" Syaoran extended a hand.

"Oh come on, why the formalities?" Sakura giggled, but Syaoran insisted. "Okay," she took his hand and shook it weakly. "No hard feelings."

Syaoran felt the warmth of her touch. He didn't want to let go, but in order not to create any embarrassing moments, he pulled back. He felt the painful tightening of pants in his lower area. Restraining himself, he smiled to hide the discomfort. His eyes gleamed, making him look so…

'Hot', Sakura thought to herself.

"Oh, your homework," Syaoran pulled out a few workbooks. "Not much, actually. But if you need my help, I can assist."

"Thanks," Sakura beamed.

Syaoran blushed. Cherry red.

switchpink: how was that? Tell me what you think please, cos the next chapter is halfway done. Chapter 3: Hatred Interlude. Reviews coming in?