A/N: Hi there, this is my first Cardcaptor Sakura fanfic! Hope you guys enjoy...

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Asskicker Gal

By: Elie

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Prologue

It was autumn in Hong Kong. Low rustling of leaves was heard even up to the highest floor of Hong Kong International School. But the color of gray and navy-blue stood out among those crimson and corn hued leaves.

Syaoran Li, the most feared of all students in this school, was standing at the center of the field…surrounded by a gang of five. He smirked at them, his cold, amber eyes glared at no one in particular.

"Give it up now, or you guys will all end up in trouble…" he grinned at them while ignoring the whole school who were prying out of the window during class hours.

"Li Syaoran, one of the most excellent fighter in Hong Kong," the leader of the gang tried to sound tough, "But now, we don't think so."

Syaoran couldn't help but smile. All his opponents had said these very same words before heading to the hospital. If they think they could beat him that easily, then they'd better have to think again.

He had mastered a lot since he was seven. Early in the morning, even at that young and fragile age, he would train alone in their gardens, mastering each and every form of elegant choreographed attacks and defenses.

He was determined to reach what his father had accomplished. And his father's dying wish was to mould him to become one of China's youngest martial artists.

And now, he could show it to his father…how great he had become at this age of sixteen. He was agile, flexible…and strong. No one of his age could defeat him effortlessly…no one.

"You ready?" the leader asked, and in an instant, all of his members took their fighting stances.

Syaoran Li did not flinch…not even by one bit. He just stood there…and waited. To be hit or to be tried to be hit. There was a difference.

And then, the first punch was thrown and it hit nothing but air. The target was just right behind, and his knee jabbed the corner of his opponent's stomach.

With a loud grunt, a helpless body fell on the leafy ground and then jovial howls coming from the students who watched at the buildings were heard.

Syaoran smirked again and turned to the remaining four. See? Don't you ever, ever estimate him…or else.

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With a loud thud, Touya Kinomoto brought his little sister on the mat, hard. And then, he noticed those fiery emerald eyes glare at him with passion.

"I hate you, Touya! You mean stupid cheater!" Blowing her annoying, sun-kissed strands away from her face, Sakura scrambled back to her stance and charged at her brother.

"Not if I can help it," Touya smirked, ready to tackle the roaring Sakura down. He spread his arms wide open, as if welcoming his sister for a nice hug and then – ran away.

"Hey, come back here you jerk!" Sakura shouted, really annoyed.

Running a hand through her soft, honey hued hair, she shrugged exasperatedly and sat down on the mat, feet crossed.

"Honey, it's time for some tea," she heard her father call out.

Stretching her arms, she stood up and walked over the garden outside her father's dojo. There, she saw him waving her to come and sit down. Touya was already there too, drinking his tea.

"Good morning, dad." She greeted, moving to the seat near her brother's. Her father smiled in return, handing her a cup of tea while she graciously took it.

She always loved spending time with her father and Touya. All because they were her only family left. It was too rare for her to go out alone anywhere, if she did so, Touya would be accompanying her.

Well, not that she couldn't handle herself, in fact, she was already a black-belter. Touya was just afraid that she might end herself again in another street fight like when she was just ten years old.

At the young age of fourteen, she had mastered the traditional, Kinomoto-style Karetedo and her father couldn't have been so proud.

But as far as Touya goes, it might be a while for her to beat him. He was as hell as good as their father.

Now fifteen, Sakura's determined to become one of the world's, if not, the greatest martial arts.

"Sakura, we have something important to tell you," Mr. Kinomoto's voice sounded real serious, "It's about your schooling."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. Her grades were fine and she didn't skip classes too. She turned to Touya who was silent beside her. "What is it?"

"You're going to study in Hong Kong," Touya interrupted, "A rich woman is offering a scholarship for those who does great in any forms of martial art to one of Hong Kong's private schools."

"You know we're already suffering financially, am I right?" Mr. Kinomoto asked.

Sakura didn't know what to say. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. She wanted to shout for joy yet still, she couldn't. What was left for her to do was stare at her father and brother's sad yet proud expression.

"But…I'll never be around for a while," she frowned, "Who'll cook dinner, clean the house, take care of plants, and –"

"I'll take your entire schedule," was all that Touya said. After all, he wanted all the best for her and hew knew she was skilled enough.

Mr. Kinomoto wrapped an arm around his daughter. "So, what do you think Sakura?"

Sakura smiled sheepishly. "I guess…Hong Kong's fine with me,"

"Just don't start any fights again, okay?" Touya advised.

Sakura smirked. "I'll try my best," she grinned.

Actually, she kinda didn't mean that. Ass kicking was her specialty after all, and she'd do anything to get the title of a great martial artist. And she meant that.

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A/N: So, how was it? Care to share what you think of my story? Should I continue? If then, review...