Loathsome Love
A/N: Eh… like the name? it's so cool :squeal: haha jk, it's the crappiest idea yet =D anyway, my apologies :bow bow: if the characters aren't like what they are on TV. Ya see, I didn't really WANT to watch Card Captor Sakura when it was on TV, so TOO BAD FOR YOU! Bwahahahah! ;) so help me out here, if you will, to get everything RIGHT!
Disclaimer-
CCS: not mine; it's CLAMPS' I think…
Sakura: not mine… .
Syaoran: not mine: sobs hysterically:
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A/N: Damn, it's hard to wirte… o.O
I always forget this! Hehee
"…" - speaking
'…' – thinking
(hey you!) – background info
(A/N…)- Atsuko's note, Authors note… whenever I have to say summfink! ;-)
BUMP - either a gun shoots, someone bumps into another person, OR it's the phone
… the voice that's on the other line of the phone =D
----- the break… like when you start another section or w/e… sigh
cough action… sorta… like anime fall down and sweat drop and all that craaapp..
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In the midst of the whole village of China, an amber-eyed boy woke to a start. "That dream…" he whispered into the air. Silently, he crept to the bathroom and washed his face thoroughly. As far as he could tell, it seemed a little past midnight.
He groaned and went back into the bed, trying not to think of the emerald-eyed girl in his dreams, repeating the words, "I love you".
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"Syaoran! Syaoran Li, come down here this minute!" the boy woke up and scrunched his eyes. He looked at the old grandfather clock.
He moaned and turned to slam his face in the pillow. "Be right down!" came his muffled words.
Yelan shook her head at her son. She could tell he was still peacefully resting in his bed. "Syaoran! We need to talk, boy!" she yelled sternly.
He grumbled and put his slippers on (teehee, how funny if he had pink fuzzy slippers ) and descended down the many steps of the stairs. His hair was tousled and messy, his face was scrunched up in a sleepy manner, and his cheeks were covered with prints from sleeping on the bed (he sleeps with his stomach on the mattress, face down =D).
Syaoran took a seat at the dinner table, which could fit about 20 people, and started to chew on his toast. "Wuff (what) tew (do) fee (we) meen (need) dew (to) malk (talk) habout (about)?" With that, he swallowed the piece of bread that was stuffed into his mouth moments ago.
Yelan wrinkled her nose in mock disgust and laughed. "We need to talk about your marriage deal," she said, smiling cheerfully.
"WHHAAATTT? Now? But-" Syaoran dropped the piece of toast onto the ground when he heard her words.
"Yes, now. You are twenty years old, Syaoran Li! We will hold a banquet tomorrow and see which of the princesses will suit you best." Yelan calmly said, not smiling nor frowning.
"But Mom! I don't want to marry!" he protested firmly.
"Who said you had a choice?" Yelan grinned slyly "Besides, if you don't pick any of the girls, the China Kingdom will have no ruler. So therefore, you will be wed to MeiLing."
Syaoran groaned and said, "Wait, are you serious?"
Yelan smiled and announced, "Yes, even though I hardly am." She winked at her son and went out of the dining room.
Syaoran grumbled and asked the maid, "Mary, what am I going to do?"
"You will fall in love with a beautiful young lady, or I hope so, and you are going to marry that young lady. Now, quickly, dear, finish that toast so I don't have to dawdle here and waste my time." the elderly lady said, eyes twinkling.
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He grumbled once more and walked upstairs to change and brush his teeth.
"Gomen, Dad!" Sakura ran around the house, trying to get ready for school.
"MREOW!" an angry Kero roared as Sakura stepped on her tail. She sweat dropped. "Sorry!" and shut the door.
Her dad sighed, "Little does she know that she's the Princess of Japan. The Royal Kingdom is coming to a fall. " Her dad stroked Kero as she purred, enjoying the massage treatment she was getting.
Sakura scurried through the streets.
"HEY WATCH IT!"
"Sorry, my greatest apologies!"
"AUGH! WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING, YOU LITTLE BEEP (cuss words are defined as beep! too )
"Sorry! Sorry!"
After an obstacle of this, Sakura arrived at the school. She smiled at the cherry blossoms for they had just bloomed. She whispered, "Migoto," and got out of her trance as the bell rung. (Hopefully, Migoto means beautiful in Japanese… Damn, I would be so embarrassed if I were wrong: sob sob:)
Sakura hurried and attempted to stuff everything in her locker. She failed to do so and she struggled with the heavy load. "AUGHH! Just my luck!" When she succeeded to stuff her huge backpack into the locker, she struggled with the lock.
"Oh God…" she muttered. The lock was impossible to lock on her own. She knew after first period, she would get late for second because the backpack would burst at her the second she opened the lock. She sighed.
"Having trouble?" a navy-haired boy asked.
"ERIOL! THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE!" she exclaimed, hugging him as he tried to breathe. "Help me with this locker! I can't fit ANYTHING in there!"
"Uh, Your backpack's pretty large…" he said, dot-eyed. She blushed and said , "Sumimasen, I'm causing trouble for you!" (sumimasen means sorry .)
"Un, this is trouble, but I can fix it…" he put on his heroic grin and shoved his whole body on the locker. "SAKURA! SOUSOU! (hurry) GET THE LOCK ON!!" he pathetically yelled. Sakura felt a sweat-drop (anime style) forming on her head. She did so and thanked Eriol as he puffed and huffed (and blew the house down!)
She sat down when she got in the class.
"Miss Kinomoto…" the teacher said sternly. (gimme a name! Any nammmee!)
"Yes, Sensei?" Sakura asked, afraid of what would happen next.
"Detention, Kinomoto. Don't be late again!" her reply came.
"But Sensei, I have family business to attend to. My father-" she was cut off.
"If that is so, then I will inform your father about this ridiculous tardiness. After I am certain that there is a 'family business to attend to', I will let you go."
Snickers filled the classroom as Sakura groaned.
"Aw Sakura, it's not that bad. Detention's okay." A musical voice behind her mused.
"Tomoyo…I'm not lying. My dad did say something about visiting China. He says we'll have a 'meeting' today." Sakura came to her own defense.
"Miss Kinomoto, do not talk in my classroom." The teacher ordered.
Tomoyo mouthed a "Sorry!" as Sakura sunk lower in her chair.
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The school day didn't go very well for Sakura. As she predicted, her backpack attacked her every time she went to get something, causing her to be late for every class but lunch. Then, she discovered she had gotten a 70% on her math unit quiz – which I assure you, she studied very hard for- and it needed to be signed.
Sakura groaned in defeat as she walked in her house. She set her backpack down, and blew a strand of hair from her face.
"Sakura, we need to talk." she heard her father's voice announce.
She groaned. What a great day this was!
A/N: teehee! I know, POOR SAKURA! yea, and i also know it's sorta short but I'm trying to think. Some kind of writers block. Anyway, I need a name for the teacher and for the chapters… :sinks down in defeat and sobs:
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