bunny-usako: really? I used to play volleyball too, and my teacher used to tell me to 'volley' the ball with the tips of my fingers and not with my palms...perhaps because they call it a set in the US? Thanks anyway!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Card Captor Sakura...but I wish I did!
Stuck With You
By: Lotus Dreams
Chapter 2: Broken Hearts
FLASHBACK
"NANI?!" screamed about 20 players.
The coach repeated calmly, "I told you, we're going to play boys against girls--in volleyball."
"That's insane!" shouted Takashi, otherwise known as Yamazaki. "We're obviously going to best the girls, that's not fair to them!"
There was an outburst from the girls. Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"Great job, baka, you've just started a fight."
After two seconds, the captain and star player of the girls volleyball team, Kinomoto Sakura called out, "Oh yeah? We'll see about that!"
"Yeah!" shouted the rest of the girls.
They got into their positions. The coach, her eyes twinkling, shouted, "Girls get to serve first!"
Tomoyo went and received the ball. She bounced it a couple of times, glaring fiercely at the boys. Then she served it.
Almost lazily, Syaoran took a step forward and knocked it over the net with his fist.
A girl named Naoko and Rika jumped to block it swiftly, and it tumbled down the net dangerously, but then somebody shouted, "SPIKE!" for some reason, even though Yamazaki had darted forwards and bumped it up.
Sakura ran to the net and hit it with a powerful spike; a boy named Kensuke bumped it; another boy named Han volleyed (or set) it into the air, and Syaoran slapped the ball downwards.
Tomoyo ran forwards and saved it--narrowly missing scraping her knee. Rika leapt up to spike it, but when the ball reached the net--
BOOM!
The boys had blocked it so hard that it made a loud sound as it hit their palms. It rolled high into the air. Unpertrubed, Sakura gently pushed it over the net when it was at jumping level.
The boys missed it completely.
The coach blew her whistle. "One nothing to the girls!"
Sakura rotated to her right, while Syaoran stayed in his position at the front, and he was facing Sakura. She smirked at him as she passed, and something set Syaoran on fire.
We've gotta beat them, he realized.
When the ball was served, it flew over the net, whistling in the air, but then Syaoran gently tipped it with his fingers as it neared him, and the girls frantically ran forwards.
"GET IT!" screamed one.
"Mine!" shouted Sakura. She slid forwards, but it was too late.
It bounced onto the ground.
"One to one tie!" shouted the coach.
After a while, the boys started creaming the girls, 5 to 1. It was Syaoran's turn to smirk at Sakura. Look who's smirking now? said his face.
Now that got Sakura mad.
Within two minutes, the girls had scored 3 more points, and only one point was left. Sakura's hair was beaded with sweat. "One more," she told herself.
She bounced the ball, glaring ferociously at the boys, especially at Syaoran. He glared back.
Glare.
Glare.
Glare.
Glare.
"Here it comes!" cried Sakura, and slammed the ball over the net. Yamazaki bumped it up; Kensuke volleyed (or set) it, and Syaoran slapped it over the net.
"Spike!" Tomoyo shouted, and jumped up, ready to slap it back. Han leapt up at the same time, and pushed it ever so slightly out of Tomoyo's reach. She missed it. Sakura ran forwards, and bumped it into the air just in time. Naoko yelled, "BONZAAAAAAAAAAAAAI!!!" for no apparent reason, and spiked it powerfully.
Syaoran ran forward...
Bounce...bouncebounce...bounce...
One point to the girls!
The coach blew her whistle. "Five to five, tied! This concludes the boys verses the girls volleyball game! Shake hands!"
Lining up and walking along the net, the girls shook hands with the boys. Well, not REALLY. Some merely touched the tips of the other person's fingers and walked away. When Sakura reached Syaoran, they locked eyes. Both knew of the other's skill, and they were dead rivals. She put out her hand to shake. He shook it firmly--a little TOO firmly. It was as if he was trying to break her fingers, but she didn't flinch.
"Good game," said Syaoran.
"Yeah," agreed Sakura in a steely voice. "Good game."
In the boy's changeroom...
Syaoran wiped his sweaty face with a fresh white towel and sprayed water onto his face. Yamazaki called him.
"That was weird, ne? That's the first time coach told us to play against the girls. I wonder why?"
"Hai," said Syaoran vaguely.
Yamazaki looked at him suspiciously. "You know, Syaoran, you look like you've got the hots for Sakura."
Syaoran snapped out of vague-ness.
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"You know, you look like you like her."
"In your dreams, Yamazaki," snarled Syaoran. "Why would I like HER?"
"Well, you two kept staring at each other throughout the game."
"THAT'S CALLED GLARING, BAKA!"
"And you held hands for an AWFUL long time..." continued Yamazaki.
"THAT'S CALLED RIVALRY, ASSHOLE!"
"Not to mention smiling..."
"IT WAS SMIRKING! SMIRKING! SMIRKINGSMIRKINGSMIRKING! WHAT IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM? IT'S CALLED BEING RIVALS, NOT LIKING EACH OTHER!"
All of the guys in the changeroom sweatdropped.
Yamazaki winced. "Okay. Don't have to make me go half-deaf. Yeesh."
"Besides," said Han loftily, "Even if he DID like her, I doubt he would be able to keep her."
Syaoran rolled his eyes. "No. Please."
"Come ON, Syaoran, you can't last with a girl for two seconds. Either they're crying because you're too mean, or they're crying because you're too mean, or they're crying because you're too mean, or--"
"I get the point." Syaoran climbed into the shower and slammed the door shut. When he came back out and got dressed, he was relatively calm.
"Do you really think I'm THAT bad at getting girls?" Syaoran finally asked Han. Han raised an eyebrow.
"And if I do?"
"I'll prove you wrong." He slung his bag over his shoulder, slammed the lockers, and walked out.
END FLASHBACK
"Oh, no, he--"
"He did," said Sakura grimly. "Han told me later. I could not BELIEVE I had once liked some guy who just wanted to prove he wasn't bad at getting girls. Honestly." Her eyes lit with fire. "He is going to pay. I swear."
"Class. CLASS. CLAAAAAAAASS!" The students straightened up in their seats. Narakura-sensei cleared his throat. He was substituting for Terada-sensei, who had fallen ill. Narakura-sensei was a famous substitute teacher because he was strict, he was mean...and he swore A LOT.
"Now, as I was saying...we're going to review some of that baby physics crap and then we'll get into REAL physics tomorrow." Then he glanced at the clock.
"Whoops, looks like we're outta time. But we will be experimenting with electroscopes tomorrow, and if you can't work them properly, you will stay after school until you do. Okay, before you all go--SIT DOWN, KENSUKE--I would like to inform of a trip."
"Trip?" echoed the class.
"Hai, a TRIP. Isn't that exciting? It will have nothing to do with physics, though, that's the only problem. Darn. Well, anyway, we will be going on boats and observing the waters of Lake Ito. I don't even know why the hell they planned this idiotic trip, but you're supposed to participate; there will no fee because the schoolboard is paying for it. It is my job to inform you of it." Narakura-sensei cleared up his things and packed up his briefcase.
"NOW you guys can all go. Have a shitty weekend." He left.
The class sweatdropped.
Yes, I know, crappy ending, but at least now you know why Sakura hates Syaoran...and the trip has been announced! Now we just have to wait until they're stranded in the middle of the water...R&R!