Hiya this is chapta 1 and I'm the author Kit Kat! I've always started fanfics on my own but never published them. The great thing about me is that I'm posting the whole story. No endless waiting for updates in suspense. And, I'm not demanding to have so many reviews before I post a new chapter! I freakin hate that!

This story is a little bit OOC for Syaoran but it's for those you who want a quick love story that's somewhat kawaii (I hope). So enjoy my fic and leave comments if you liked it or thought it was pathetic.

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS and that applies for the rest of the story. Please don't sue me I'm just an addicted fan!

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NOTE: Hey guys I went back and edited this story! I added more (just a tiny bit) to a few chapters where I felt the scenes were rushed. I was a little disappointed I didn't get more reviews but then I realized that most stories that have over 100 reviews have been around for at least a year. I also realize there are a TON of other CCS romance fanfics with Sakura and Syaoran, so I'm just happy now I at least have 7 reviews. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far! I hope to see more in the future (cuz that's just me being greedy hehe)! But most of all, I hopeyouenjoy reading. Thanks, Kit Kat.

Chapta 1: Broken

Sakura's eyes lightly fluttered open as rays of sunshine fell through her window. She looked positively beat: puffy eyes swollen from crying, pale skin, and a messy mop of hair tangled in frustration. She shut her blinds, frowning. How can the world be so bright and happy when I'm in so much pain?

Kenji. She never wanted to hear that name again. He was the newest member of the "I dated Sakura, used her, then broke her heart" club. And so the list keeps going. I don't understand why I always end up with the same type of guy. I feel like the biggest loser… Sakura stared at her expressionless face in the mirror. I'm in terrible need of a shower…

After the much necessary grooming, Sakura lay down on her bed and stared at the ceiling fan turning slowly. I don't feel like doing anything but the more I sit here and think about it the more sad I feel.

She glanced at the pink phone sitting on her nightstand. I need to talk to someone... Sakura reached over and picked up the phone. She pushed 1 on the speed dial and silently waited. Ring ring!Please pick up.

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Ring ring! Ugh who the hell is calling this early in the morning? Syaoran rolled over and reached for the phone before it cut to the answering machine.

"Hello?" he yawned while scratching his toned chest.

"…Syaoran?"

"Sakura? What's wrong?" his eyebrows knit in concern.

"Kenji… me..." she tried so hard not to cry but it was no use. She let go and began sobbing lightly into the reciever. "Help me Syaoran!"

"Shh shhh, it's ok. I'll be over in 15." He hung up the phone, spun out of bed, and ran to the shower. Him and Sakura had been best friends forever. He hated all these guys. How could they hurt her like this? It drove him insane.

Sakura was always beautiful, but she didn't quite --ahem-- develop until her and Syaoran got into high school. She was now known for more than just her prettyface... She was noticed for her slim but curvy body.

Boys were suddenly crowding her at school, at the mall, on the streets... Basically everywhere she went. And Sakura, being the naive, kind-hearted girl she was, went out with a few of them.

It tore him apart. Now Syaoran was also a heart throb and had his share of girls drooling over him, but he never paid them any attention. He had to protect Sakura.

He always knew he loved Sakura, but he thought it was just brotherly love. He didn't realize that he was IN love with Sakura until that fateful firstday of their freshman year...

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God where is Sakura? I've been waiting for her for 20 minutes! Syaoran sighed impatiently as he leaned against some lockers. He had walked her home pretty much everyday in middle school. It was what they did. She didn't tell him not to wait...

Well, we didn't really say where we'd meet... Maybe she's waiting for me outside or somethin. He walked a short ways out the back enterance to the school.

In the parking lot, a few junior guys were revving their engines while girls that surrounded their cars giggled stupidly. Syaoran rolled his eyes at them and continued searching for his friend.

"Lookin for Sakura?" he turned around to see a girl in one of his classes leaning against the building, watching him.

"And if I am?" he asked coldly. Some girls in the past had tried to hurt and shun Sakura because they were jealous of her relationship with him. That problem was taken care of immediately by Syaoran nonetheless, but it was a new school and he feared it might happen to her again.

"She's over there by the red mustang." Syaoran looked in the direction she pointed. No... He couldn't believe it. Sakura was standing next to the car with a group of upperclassmen. The owner of the mustang, Junior Tenchi Muyo, (A/N: Ha ha get it? Oh, I don't own Tenchi Muyo either... what a sad life i lead...) was talking cockily about something, his arm wrapped around Sakura's waist.

"Looks like she doesn't need you to save her anymore." The girl walked away and Syaoran stood there hurt and stunned. He could see the uncomfortable look on her face and yet she was still standing there with that---that monster!

Sakura glanced over and saw Syaoran staring. She tried to wave but he turned away, trying to hide his anger. He shook his head and walked away quickly, not even looking back for a second.

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No, it definatley wasn't brotherly love he felt for her. After that day he realized that he, Li Syaoran, was madly in love with Kinomoto Sakura, the girl who looked at him like he was a teddy bear or some ridiculous play thing a child would consider a "friend".

Of coarse he forgave her after that day. He needed her. She was the only one who understood him. And so it was that fate which condemned him to watch his Sakura kiss other guys and have her heart broken. If only she could see him as more than the sidekick. They were now fresh out of college and she still treated him that way.

Syaoran jumped out of the shower and put on a white undershirt and boxers. He then buttoned up a somewhat casual green shirt and rolled up the sleeves. Last, he pulled on some kahkicargo shorts and threw onhis white nike "kicks". Why do I always dress up when I'm going to see her?

He ran a brush threw his hair. No good. It will always be messy, but it still looked hot. Ok Syaoran... You're going to Sakura's house, not the prom. His toothbrush made several mad sweeps at his teeth for a minute before heading out the door.

In a fury, he ran toward the girl he cared about the most. I'll save you… I always do.

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Honk honk here comes the cheese factory! I know this chapter was a little sappy but it'll get better. Reviews are nice …

.. Kit Kat