TITLE: "A Little Thing Called 'Love'"
GENRE: Romance/Angst
RATING: T
SUMMARY: Syaoran and Sakura—best friends who never knew what true love meant. Due to certain heartbreaks and curiosity, they agreed to be a couple for 100 days. What do you think will happen?

AUTHOR'S NOTES with darkshadow36:

All right! I'm back. Yes, I'm thrilled to say that I'm back! Hehe… Jokingly speaking! Anyways, as I always do, I thank my reviewers… reviewees… Use your terms…

REVIEWEES:

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BACK TO darkshadow36: Hehe… Now let's see the journey…

: MAIN CHARACTERS:

Li Syaoran – 16-year old; the school's popular guy heartthrob and Tomoyo's closest friend
Sakura Kinomoto – 15; just your average girl and always engages in fights; closest friend is Eriol
Tomoyo Daidouji – 15; Eriol's talented girlfriend
Eriol Hiiragizawa – a 17-year old 3-point shooter in basketball; another school heartthrob

: SUMMARY FOR CHAPTER 4: We're still on the first day, unfortunately. Sakura and Tomoyo have been threatened by two boys, and it's only the beginning. Another, someone wants Sakura dead. What are they after and who are they? And as Sakura's past slowly uncovers, you wouldn't want to miss the chance to read her life story which is a big part to this story… Remember this is only fanfiction, no bashing.

(UPDATED: April 15, 2005) Chapter 4: Fight and Right

-0-

…that same day… still on Day 1…

"Hey," Syaoran caught sight of Keiichi Shinto and Hikari Fujiyoka walking together a few distances across them. "It's Shinto and Fujiyoka. Are you still--?" He cut his sentence short as he looked questioningly at Eriol, whose sapphire-blue eyes blinked.

"You mean the interview?" he said, facing Syaoran. Then he paused. "Wait—how come you know about the interview? I mean—"

"Yeah," Tomoyo joined in. "The interview's set for this lunch; I suppose you already knew about that. Well… We couldn't say no," she added hastily. "So, how did you know?" she looked anxious.

"We heard it from them," Sakura said snappishly. "They were supposed to interview us too just this morn. But Syaoran suggested that they'll have to do the interview tomorrow since it'll be Redstone basketball practice." And then she said tersely, "I told them I'll be coming to see it." She didn't want to add the deal they had, and so she kept that quiet.

While Syaoran was listening to her, he had, yet again, an idea.

"Guys," he cleared his throat loudly as to catch the attention of the three. "What do you say to this—why don't we all have the interview tomorrow altogether?"

Sakura agreed. "Good thinking, squirt!" she pinched his cheeks. Syaoran gaped at her as though she was a maniac.

Eriol and Tomoyo laughed heartily.

"This will lead to something serious, I daresay," he whispered to Tomoyo who nodded jovially.

When it was their lunch break, Eriol and Tomoyo didn't turn up for the interview which was supposed to be done in the cafeteria. Keiichi and Hikari were waiting for them since 5 minutes past 12.

Another 5 minutes passed again. Hikari started to worry.

"Do you think they could have forgotten?" she said exasperatedly.

"Nah," Keiichi looked over to the bunch of people, mostly young couplings holding hands, coming down from the stairs leading to the cafeteria. He was hoping to get a glimpse of the two in case they're one of those people, but still there's no sign of a blue-haired heartthrob and a purple-haired beauty.

"All right," he finally stood up and glanced furtively at Hikari. "I've been expecting this would happen. We're going straight to Plan B."

Hikari raised her eyebrows. "What's it, then?"

Keiichi chewed his bottom lip. "I guess we'll have to interview them tomorrow. Hiiragizawa is a Redstone basketball team member anyway; I'm sure he'll turn up for tomorrow's practice. And I assume Daidouji will be there too to watch the practice and give her boyfriend moral support, just like Kinomoto." He grinned.

"We're not yet even sure if Ms. Kinomoto and Mr. Li are already an official Redstone coupling," Hikari said crisply, but she too was grinning. Then she looked anxious again. "But how about the deal we made with Ms. Kinomoto?" she asked.

Keiichi smiled. "I have this nagging feeling that there's no need for that." He said simply, but the freshman looked at him skeptically.

"Okay, okay…" he groaned, "if you're a school paper member, you should have other options other than the strategy you have. One isn't enough. Plan B stuff is made in case first attempts are unsuccessful or if you doubt there's a need for a second plan. Got it?" he said sharply.

"What are we to do now, then?"

The sophomore lad thought for a while.

"Man, let's eat! I've just heard that dumplings are on the menu today! Mmm!"

-0-

…dismissal time at the boys' locker room…

"That was one tiring practice," Syaoran wiped his sweaty face with his green towel. "And to think that there's another practice tomorrow."

"Yeah," Eriol drank a gulp from his bottle of water. He was extremely exhausted. "But look on the bright side—we're excused from three afternoon subjects." And then he suddenly laughed.

"What now, Hiiragizawa?" Syaoran cocked his head to one side.

"Nothing…" he continued laughing.

"Tell me!" Syaoran stood up.

Eriol realized he can't get away from Syaoran. But he still kept himself quiet. He finally stopped grinning.

"Hiiragizawa, don't let me kick your ass," Syaoran breathed. The latter didn't look at him.

"I just remembered what you did to Yamazaki a while ago during the practice," he said. "We were laughing back at the bench!"

Syaoran snorted. "You never missed the chance to laugh at me anyway," his voice was filled with sarcasm, but he still looked pleased all the same. "C'mon, let's just go," he turned to go while carrying his sports bag to his shoulder.

"Wait for me!" Eriol managed to catch up with him.

Both of them walked silently as they made their way through the large crowd of students in the waiting area.

"What's up this time?" Syaoran mumbled, suddenly remembering that fateful morning when Sakura and Yumina fought their heads off. Eriol, who, too, was confused, wasted no time for what Syaoran was thinking came to his mind. He immediately asked the student near him.

"What in the bloody world is happening here?" he asked the boy, who looked like a 6th grader from the elementary.

"Aren't you one of the heartthrobs—Eriol Hiiragizawa, the boyfriend of Daidouji Tomoyo?" he asked, excitement bottling in his insides.

Eriol looked at him, still confused.

"Tomoyo?" he asked feebly. "How come she's dragged in--?"

"You should be proud!" the boy smiled gleefully. "She's a singing sensation, man! Each of us from this crowd loves her, man! You're lucky to have her, man!"

Syaoran heard this and he looked at the boy. "Go straight to the point, or I'll kick you as far as I can from here!"

The boy gulped. "Don't you get it?" he said nervously. "Daidouji is singing in front and is standing in front of us—"

"How did that happen?" Without waiting for an answer, Eriol pulled Syaoran's shirt and made a mad dash to the front.

They both stopped dead in their tracks.

Tomoyo was standing on the bench, attracting attention. Even the guard was watching her in awe. She was closing her eyes and was shivering slightly. Her voice was quite quivering. But people didn't care a bit about this; they were enjoying this bit of school entertainment.

"Tomoyo! Get down here this second!" Eriol yelled, but over the tumultuous applause and cheering of the crowd—he doesn't stand a chance. 'Tomoyo! C'mon!' he thought desperately.

He started approaching Tomoyo when a big blonde-haired boy blocked his way.

"No way are you going to stop her," he spoke gruffly. Eriol looked aghast.

"But, look here! That's my—"

"Girlfriend?" a thin guy piped in. He walked over to Eriol. He was taller than Eriol was, but Eriol didn't find this fact intimidating.

Eriol clenched his fists. "Let her get down this second! I'm warning you!" He looked up, watching in awe and anger as Tomoyo sang the chorus of Fall to Pieces by Avril Lavigne.

"Is that so?" continued the thin guy. "Well, I wouldn't mind getting knocked down by you, 'coz we are two, as of now that is. And if we ever fight, it'll be two against one. A heartthrob like you is no match against two strong ones." He said confidently.

"You're wrong there, Mason," Syaoran spoke up. The crowd turned to listen to their bickering, and Tomoyo stopped speaking, unable to speak. "I'm with him. That makes it equal. That's two heartthrobs against two defenseless boneheads."

The fat guy named Gregory Hamlin looked at him unblinkingly. "You call us defenseless, Li?" his voice quivered in pure anger and loathing. "Why, you and Hiiragizawa are just heartthrobs. You don't have—"

"Is that so?" Syaoran said sneeringly, imitating what Henry Mason said a while ago. "Well, for your information, you big galoot, we can use our fame to advantage." To add up the heat, he said hastily, "one big advantage, if you know what I mean." The crowd cheered.

"What do you mean?" Henry looked at him without the slightest trace of fear about this. Eriol and Syaoran didn't answer.

"Tomoyo, get down…" Eriol said gently, offering a hand for support as Tomoyo got down. They hugged each other.

"Eriol, I'm—" she started in a muffled cry, but Eriol put a finger on her lips, ushering her to keep quiet.

"Don't worry… I'm here…" The crowd oohedand aahed at them, which made them both blush.

"Uhmm… people, you may go now…" Syaoran urged the crowd to go. Even Mason and Hamlin slouched away grinning about something. This left Syaoran a doubting sensation.

"Hey, Tomoyo-chan," Syaoran bit his lip. Tomoyo faced him, her face shining with tears under the afternoon sun. "Have you seen Kinomoto-san?"

Tomoyo suddenly gasped. "I'm… afraid I can't tell you…"

"Tell me! C'mon, we're friends! We're supposed to tell—"

But before they knew it, they heard a yell from the fields.

"Let go of me, you twerp!"

"That sounds like… Kinomoto! C'mon, guys—"

The three of them ran to the fields, which was adjacent to the waiting area. Another large crowd had gathered there.

"First you and now it's Sakura," mumbled Syaoran, looking at Tomoyo, who looked quite apprehensive. The three of them stopped running when they had reached the crowd.

"Before we squeeze in ourselves through this second mad crowd," said Eriol, "we would first like to know how these crowd-attracting incidents happened." He and Syaoran were looking at Tomoyo, whose face sunken a bit.

"Well," she started, "as you know, Syaoran-kun, last period of the day is our English class… and Mrs. Hart dismisses us five minutes before the time. And Mason is our classmate. I think he found out that it's already… us," she looked quickly at Eriol, and then went back to her explaining. "Expectedly, he was upset—"

"But why?" asked Eriol.

"Before you courted me, he had been courting me," she said airily. "But I turned him down—"

"Serves him right anyway. Right, get back to the explanation, I want to save Kinomoto-san from there," Syaoran interrupted.

Tomoyo sighed. So she said as quickly as she can, "Oh, yes, right… During those five minutes, Mason approached me and told me that he would like to see me here in the waiting area. And so I said yes immediately, believing he's no longer upset about my new relationship, since he was smiling as sincerely as he can.

"When we were instructed to go, I went straight to Sakura's room and found out that she has already gone downstairs ahead of me. I thought that she would try surprising you two since it was your practice, as she always does whenever you have school practices in afternoons during weekdays. And so I considered and I, too, went downstairs immediately."

"Make it quick—the students are clapping hard—" Syaoran gulped, looking over at the crowd. They could hear their jeering too.

"Oh, Syaoran-kun, be patient," snapped Tomoyo. "When I arrived in the waiting area, a crowd had gathered, as what you have seen a while ago." Her voice quickened with every word. "Before I can even turn back since I hate crowds, a senior saw me and immediately pulled my hand. She brought me to the front and there I saw those two slugs. They told me to sing. I can't say no because they said that… that they have tied Sakura… to a tree here in the fields…! That was it!"

"All right, I can't take this any longer…" Syaoran said. The three of them squeezed in their selves through the crowd, and soon made their way to the front.

The scene before them was, indeed, there's no other word for it—gruesome. Sakura was struggling there, against the cherry blossom tree. She was splattered all over with mud, and it seemed like she was drenched first before getting herself splattered with mud since she looked terribly wet.

"Sakura!" yelled the three.

"Li-kun! Tomoyo-chan! Eriol-kun…" Sakura said defiantly. There was no trace of fear in her voice. "Just… go! Don't go anywhere near me nor these two! I can handle myself, thanks!"

"I can't bear to see this…" Tomoyo hid her face in her hands. Eriol hugged her tight.

Sakura lowered down her head. "I told you to go!" she told them in a quite dangerous voice. The mud from her shoulders dripped on the green grasses.

"Ooohh… The lesbian is not asking help from her ickle friends?" Henry Mason's freckled face sneered in front of Syaoran.

"Now what's the idea, you foul, evil—" Syaoran punched Henry's flat nose. Syaoran suddenly laughed softly.

"Oh, I think there's no need for punching that pug nose," he said coldly. "Now untie Kinomoto from that tree unless you want me to flatten your nose… Much more flat than you can hardly imagine…"

The students laughed.

"What in the hell is going on here?" A woman's voice boomed across the fields. This made the students jump. They knew too well who it was.

"Ms. Yano!" yelled Syaoran. "Please come here… Quick… Hey, I didn't tell you to go!" He held Mason's shirt while he asked the help of two students to hold Gregory Hamlin, as he is fat and large.

"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Li?" asked Ms. Yano. "You just had your suspension yesterday and now you're getting yourself into a—"

She gasped as she looked at Sakura up and down at the cherry blossom tree.

"Miss… Kinomoto!" she sounded breathless. "Who did this? How did this happen? You're… covered all over with mud!"

"I don't care," spat Sakura, but in a hoarse voice. She coughed.

Syaoran was filled with rage.

"These two scoundrels did it! Please give our friends the justice to speak for themselves! And… And… They even made Tomoyo sing in the waiting area, embarrassing her—"

"This is the first time you've spoken out of turn, Mr. Li," Ms. Yano said quite gently, turning pink. "But as you had said it… I guess Mr. Mason and Mr. Hamlin will have to endure… two weeks worth of suspension, and a nice F in their conduct grades." She looked at the two culprits sharply. "Shame on you two! How could you do this to Ms. Kinomoto and Ms. Daidouji? So this is what the commotion a while ago was about… And, Mr. Li, there's no need for the justice thing. I have already justified this horrible afternoon's incidents the best I can, and I saw the two incidents with my own eyes through my office window. Now, everyone, go home now, your fetchers must be waiting outside…"

The students groaned. Mason and Hamlin ran immediately. They all went back to the waiting area.

"Uhmm, Ms. Yano?" Eriol tugged Ms. Yano's sleeve. The woman turned around, looking at him with those hawk-like eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Hiiragizawa?"

"Can Sakura use the girls' locker room for--?"

"Certainly," Ms. Yano said abruptly and turned to walk away.

Once Sakura had been untied, she breathed. The three helped her get up. They didn't mind getting muddy all over their selves too.

"Why did you bother to help me?" said Sakura in that hoarse voice again. "You should have—"

"You're our friend, Sakura-chan," said Tomoyo. "Nothing could ever stop us from helping a friend in need."

Sakura looked as if she hadn't heard at all. "And how am I gonna get myself dressed up--?" she asked with a pained look on her face.

Eriol was ready for this. "We have to go to the girls' locker room, since locker rooms have a nice bathroom in case," he said simply.

Sakura's face was expressionless. She just said, "But the problem is, what am I gonna wear? You know very well that I can't wear these again." She pointed at her mud-covered clothes.

The three looked at each other kind of sadly.

But Syaoran smiled just then. "Don't worry… You can use my clothes…"

"WHAT?" Sakura's eyes bulged. She turned pink.

"Well…" Syaoran said weakly. "I mean, I've got an extra t-shirt here in my sports bag and… shorts. The shirt's one of my favorites though, and I had them both washed two days ago. I haven't used them for the day yet, y'know." He too, went pink.

When they got into the girls' locker room, Sakura had no choice but to wear his clothes.

"There, take your time," Syaoran told her while giving her the clothes. Tomoyo accompanied her inside once Eriol had closed the door.

After taking a bath and having dressed up, Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. She grinned. Tomoyo looked at her, laughing.

"That looks cute," she said.

Sakura was wearing a baggy white t-shirt with a picture of Bugs Bunny and red shorts.

"It matches my rubber shoes, too," Sakura pointed at her rubber shoes. It was red and black with a picture of Woody Woodpecker. She and Tomoyo laughed loudly.

"Woah, you're a fan of Looney Tunes stuff, aren't you?" Tomoyo looked at Sakura in awe. Sakura nodded.

"A skateboard and a hat would complete my tomboyish look," she continued laughing.

The two boys heard their laughing.

"What are they laughing at?" This made Eriol smile a bit.

"It's probably my t-shirt and my shorts," Syaoran sighed, smiling. "Err—yeah, speaking of."

The two girls came out. Sakura was carrying with her the dirty clothes she wore.

"How do I look?" she beamed.

Eriol let out a deep breath, impressed. "It fits you perfectly. What do you think, Li? Don't you agree with me?"

Syaoran was looking at Sakura from head to foot. His cheeks burned bright red. Tomoyo grinned.

"Oh, c'mon, Syaoran-kun, admit it," she nudged him with her elbow. Sakura was looking at him.

"Yeah, it looks great…" he nodded. Sakura frowned.

"Oh, thanks…" she just said, smiling shortly. "Thanks for the clothes, too. Uh… Can I borrow them—?" She said quite sheepishly.

"Sure thing," replied Syaoran. "If you want, you could keep them. I wouldn't mind anyway."

Sakura thought for a moment, and then hesitated. "N-no, Li-kun, no need, they're your favorite, I'm just gonna borrow them for a night and have them washed and then I'll give it back on Sunday or tomorrow—"

"I said, 'keep it'," Syaoran said with some sort of a menacing look. "They're yours."

"But—"

"Don't make me kick your butt, Kinomoto-san," Syaoran's face was still burning. "It's yours now and that's FINAL."

They both went red.

Tomoyo giggled. "They sure bicker a lot, and today's still their first day as a couple," she whispered to Eriol.

"But I wonder… Do we have to tell the whole school about this? They'd think this is madness…"

"Well, people's minds work in different ways anyway. But I think we shouldn't tell them, anyhow. And there are things which can't just be told off to public."

-0-

On her way home, Sakura was still thinking.

"What? I'm gonna keep his clothes? Oh well… Once he insisted, I can't say no any longer…"

But all of a sudden, amidst her deep thinking, she was looking around her for signs of danger, or danger itself.

And she wasn't mistaken about this, for before she could even run for her life, two men wearing guises cornered around her and grasped her arms tightly. Her bag fell off from her shoulder.

"You're Sakura Kinomoto, right?" said the one to her left with a gruff voice.

Sakura didn't have time for second thoughts if she's going to give herself in or if she's going to run away. But one of her strategies is that she's never going to give up without winning her fight.

"No," she said reproachfully. This reminded her of what happened a while ago. "Who are you?"

But the two men didn't answer.

"But I'm dead sure this is her—"

"Master and Mistress described her exactly the way—"

"Oh, shut up," Sakura drawled. "Now who sent you? Am I right in saying someone wants me dead? Someone's after the big fortune I will inherit?" She said shrewdly.

The two men continued to look at her apprehensively. She asked them curtly, "Who sent you? And why haven't you answered my questions yet, dummies?" She kicked the one to her left. This gray-eyed man moaned.

"None of your business," spat the one to her right. Sakura thought for a moment that he saw his clear amber eyes sparkle and shine, as if everything around him was money.

Wait.

Amber eyes?

Yup, those amber eyes seemed like Syaoran's.

It can't be. This man was a bit shorter than Syaoran, as far as Sakura knew. She was a bit taller than this man.

Or maybe.

And the man's eyes were colder. Syaoran's eyes are warmer and they give her a feeling of calmness. Whenever she looks into those deep warm eyes of his, she knows she doesn't need to worry at all, no matter what the cost…

But she found herself being controlled by her heart, which is hammering and pounding very fast against her chest. She blurted out, "Syaoran?" She gulped.

She has never felt weaker than today in her entire life, besides by the fact that she was anguished over her uncovered past… Which is a complete mystery no one else knows other than Ms. Yano… But no sooner will her past be revealed and will cause misery or it could be the painful sensation of tragedy, somehow… Once the feeling is felt, it will take time to heal it no matter whatever is the feeling that tickles your insides… Making your stomach lurch… And even the simplest pains will do… When you remember it, the thought haunts again… Comes back… Snapping you back to reality…

"Hoho, Wally, she--" the one to Sakura's left sniggered.

"Shut it, Frank," spat the man called Wally.

Sakura was getting confused. "If that's the only thing you'll do, I have no choice but to escape…" She used her right elbow to knock Wally on his chest. She soon ran, relieved to have managed to escape from Frank's large hands. The two sighed in defeat and walked away as fast as they could.

As she ran off towards home, she was clueless that a man under a hood was able to watch the scene.

"Sakura…" He picked the bag and then slid something inside the pocket.

-0-

"Oh, Sakura… we're glad you're back home safe."

Sakura looked at Yukon and Sherri doubtfully.

"I was just wondering… Did you know what happened to me a while ago?" She said in a whisper loud enough for them to hear. "I was cornered by two men named Frank and Wally. And by the sound of it, it seemed to me as if you knew what had happened and knew this would happen. Am I right? Well, whatever's your answer…? Oh, I think I don't have time to hear it. I'm tired, and my bag's gone." As always, she asks straightforwardly once she knew that someone's or something's getting in her way.

Sherri gulped, trying to look okay. "Your bag's gone?"

"Those two boneheads got it maybe," Sakura's face was blank as if she didn't care at all.

When she hopped off to her bed, she was glad, for this time, that she had been wearing Syaoran's clothes.

"With these clothes on, it feels easy to defend yourself…" she yawned. Then she sat on the chair by the window, looking outside in such a glorious afternoon. The sun was setting. Then she stared at the broken window of their neighboring house.

"Whoa, no one's still living in that house," she said to herself quietly. "I wonder when a new occupant will move in… And…" She sighed deeply. "The events today are still confusing me… It's as if I'm carrying a heavy load!

"Who are Frank and Wally? At least I'm glad Wally is no Li Syaoran. But who sent them? Do Yukon and Sherri know anything about what had just happened to me? It seemed like it… And what are they after? Why did they corner around me? Are they after my big fortune…?

"But after the fire that had killed my family when I was eight… after I had been kidnapped and soon found myself in the orphanage… after I had been adopted by a cruel family and after they sold me to five most wanted criminals and then…" She stopped just there.

"There's no chance. I'm one of those unluckiest children ever born. And I have no choice but to protect myself and the family fortune. This is no ordinary situation. I know many people had tried stealing that fortune but failed… Until that fire…" A tear rolled down her right cheek. She wiped it off immediately.

"I must be brave and put into life what I had learned from my self-defense classes… And for the first time, I think I'm grateful to belong to such a wealthy family… But I still wish I've still got a living relative who can help me and save me…"

And there is.

-0-

Day 2

When Sakura woke up, she felt as though this is just an ordinary day.

"Well, first day had been normal for Li-kun and me," she said as she got down for breakfast. "I don't feel anything yet. Oh, I nearly forgot… Today's Saturday and it is another day of Redstone basketball practice. Gosh, and the interview too… That means I can wear anything today!"

Later on, Sherri saw her marching to the door.

"You're… going to school?" she said. "But today's Saturday …"

"School activity," Sakura said shortly and then off she went for school.

TBC

AUTHOR'S NOTES with darkshadow36:

What do you think was Sakura's past? Who were those two guys and who sent them? Why do they want Sakura dead? Does this have anything to do with the big fortune she will now inherit since the real heir to the fortune is now dead? And, who was that man under the hood? Do you think it is… an enemy or someone who can help Sakura? What did he put in Sakura's bag? And who is that living relative?

By now, you've an idea about one or more of the questions.

End of another long and crappy chap. I'm still working out things back here and I hope that was a bit nice for you all. There might be changes in the way the story goes, though. I'm making advanced thoughts to the climax and the conclusion of the story since this fic is directly typed into the computer—that means no paper and pen. But I scribbled down a few notes in a blue notebook.

Anyway, my older sis suggested to me that I shouldn't make it a sad ending. A person also sent me a personal message telling me that I should make it a happy ending. I want to thank her, by the way, if you're reading this right now!

Since I'm proud to be a Filipino, and Filipinos are known to be a happy lot, I should leave first the decision to you guys. What do you want—a happy or a sad ending? You choose. Leave the rest to me once you're able to decide. Sorry in advance if I won't be able to respond to some of your suggestions.

Another thing—if you have changed your pen names—especially to those ff authors (I mean here in this site—can't mention it since they don't allow html readings and stuff), please do inform me immediately through your reviews so I can change the names typed on the first part of Author's Notes whenever I thank you.

Ja ne! Wait for the next update, please. Thanks and keep the fighting spirit.