A/N: Counting and reading your reviews, I was like…OMG! I didn't know this story would be so popular! And then title was so cheesy! Haha…well, I hope I get the same feedbacks from you guys. Now, I'd definitely continue this story. More power!

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Asskicker Gal

By: Elie

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Chapter 1:

Guy meets Gal

The sound of landing filled the plane, and Sakura embarrassingly jolted from her nap. She was luckily seated in first class and her seat was indeed quite comfy. Leaning her head back, she patiently waited for the instructions before getting out of the plane.

Actually, she was just too nervous to get out and step in the land called Hong Kong, China - home of martial arts fetishes, or more to say, Kung-fu jocks. Not that she was scared or anything, it's just that she was new. And being new always made people expect that there was something up your sleeve.

But what could you see inside Sakura's sleeve? Her fist…and that's about it.

When the pilot announced it was time get out through the intercom, Sakura clumsily pulled her belongings and lined up along with the other people who took the economy class trip.

I wonder who's going to fetch me here, she thought, slightly pissed of the long line.

After getting out of the plane, Sakura went immediately to the station where she would be meeting someone…err…she didn't know. It was just a 'someone'.

I wonder who that someone is, she thought bluntly, rubbing her palms which were enclosed in some kind of bandage for protection. She realized it was going to be winter here in Hong Kong soon. How she had already missed the summer in Tomoeda from this morning.

The wait was quite a while, so she found herself a nearby bench. All of a sudden, she heard a loud, grumbling noise coming…down…down…oh, right there…from her stomach, to be exact.

She felt herself flush. I wonder when I will be able to eat.

Bored and hungry, Sakura lowered her head and rested it on the bag between her legs. She concluded on not having enough nap. It was quite unfair how the plane landed in an instant. That was why she preferred road trips.

"Are you the one from Japan?" a high, yet serious voice spoke above her.

Looking up a bit, Sakura saw a pretty, raven-haired girl who had her hair in two, long pigtails. And then, awkwardness consumed the best of her when her emerald orbs locked with the girl's fiery, ruby ones.

"Yes," she hesitantly said, "I'm Sakura Kinomoto," she extended a hand.

The girl stared dully at Sakura's hand, "The name's Meiling…now if you excuse me," she said simply, turning her back to Sakura.

Sakura stared at this girl, Meiling, rather perplexed. Meiling gave her this cold impression, as if hinting she didn't belong here and had no right to. But who was this Meiling anyway?

Reluctantly taking her belongings preferably with irritation, Sakura calmly followed Meiling who was walking silently ahead. She had this unexplainably uneasy feeling with this girl for some reason. Again, not that she was scared or anything. Sakura Kinomoto…scared? No freaking way!

But then, she felt something furry nipping on her sneakers. Looking down, her face turned pale…and saw…

"A r-rat…" her lips began to tremble and her face became whiter.

Meiling turned, an annoyed expression coming across her face. "What is it now, Kinomoto?"

Unable to hold on, Sakura burst running, ignoring the crowd who stared at her, dumbfounded. "GET IT OFF ME! GET. IT. OFF. MEEE!"

Feeling deceived, Meiling doubted if this girl was truly the martial arts scholar from Japan. How come she was shrieking that crazy over a rat that only bit the rubber part of her sneaker?

People rolled their eyes and went back to their previous businesses.

Exhausted, Sakura edged over to a nearby bench. Damn, stupid, no-good rat…you rats all look the same like Touya…I hate rats…I hate…rats…

Okay, so she was this tiny, bit of scared of rats. She had a phobia with them…like she had with ghosts or any other supernatural things. But she preferred to keep this fact a teeny tiny secret.

"Kinomoto, let's go," Meiling sounded as if she was commanding.

Sakura, now embarrassed of what had happened, meekly followed again from behind. She grabbed her things and walked, not paying much attention to where they were headed.

All of a sudden, however, she noticed Meiling stop abruptly…and side-kicked her.

Fortunately, her hands perfectly blocked Meiling's foot, and the Chinese girl began to struggle for release. "Nice one, Kinomoto," she complimented. But Sakura considered it a distraction.

"You're pretty good yourself," Sakura responded, twisting Meiling's foot swiftly.

As expected, Meiling landed plausibly once Sakura had let go of her grip. Now on the floor, she swept her leg on Sakura's direction…but Sakura completely dodged it by cart-wheeling to the left.

"Impressive," Meling stood up, feeling slightly humiliated deep inside. For her cousin was the only one who could beat her. And because she knew she was about to lose with this girl, it was wise to end the fight here.

Sakura forgot her stance, and she stood normally once again, blowing the annoying strands of her honey-colored hair from her face. "What was that for?"

"I was just testing you," Meiling sounded normal now, with a bright tone, "You know, after all that shouting you did because of a rat," she smirked. Well then maybe, this was the real Meiling after all.

Sakura blushed, denying her own cowardice deep inside. "Well, I was just…umm…defending my sneaker."

"Yeah right," Meiling smiled teasingly, "Come on, Sakura, we'll have dinner at my place first!"

Before Sakura could protest, Meiling grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the limousine, while seeing to it that her belongings were easily carried by some luggage boys.

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"Uh…sorry Sakura, but my aunt told me to drop you by their house as soon as possible. So I guess you won't be having dinner with me tonight," Meiling said, sounding disappointed, "But don't worry! I promise I'll be touring you around Hong Kong sometime this week, so please look forward to it!"

Sakura nodded and smiled. "Thanks a lot, Meiling!"

As soon as the sleek, black limousine was gone, Sakura slowly turned to the house in front of her. It didn't look like a normal house at all…it was…

"Am I gonna live in a mansion?" She gasped, standing frozen at the sight of a grand, elegant building or house or whatever in front of her.

Two enormous doors creaked open, revealing five lovely girls…or more to say, servants. Sakura stared at them uneasily, thinking that maybe she was supposedly going to be one of them.

"You must be Lady Kinomoto," A girl said, "Welcome to the Li household."

"May I ask where your luggages are?" Another girl asked.

Sakura pointed insensibly to three large bags at her back. She watched each three girls lift the bags and carry them inside the mansion. And when she was about to go inside too, a beautiful woman in her seemingly mid-forties, wearing a peach oriental dress, walked out.

"Hello, Sakura…am I right?" the woman greeted, although unsure if she had addressed Sakura right, "Come, let's get inside and have proper dinner."

With no further adieu, they sat face to face on a long, grand table filled with exquisite Chinese dishes… for just the two of them, of course.

"Let me introduce myself," the woman began, "My name's Yelan Li, one of the main sponsors of the upcoming martial arts tournament to be held in Beijing."

For a moment, Sakura gaped, unable to believe what Yelan said. "A martial arts tournament…wait, you had me come here to," she paused, re-thing the statement, "I thought…you only wanted me to study here for free!"

"Don't be so naïve, child. You have talent, and everything don't always come for free," Yelan smiled, "You want to help your family, am I right? Besides, you could still study for free, but you also have to join the competition."

Sakura grew silent. But finally, she spoke, "What does this have to do with my family?"

Yelan smiled some more. "There will be price money…and I know it'll be more than just enough to re-open your father's dojo."

"How did you know about that?" Sakura asked again, this time, she felt confused than ever. This woman knew a lot, didn't she?

"Your father and I had been good friends. He and my husband were best of friends, and together, they trained hard to become great martial artists." Yelan explained.

Sakura nodded. She loved it when people referred her father as a great martial artist. Sad to say, though, that people nowadays prefer guns rather than learning good combat and defense skills. That was why her father's dojo business went bankrupt.

"So, is everything clear now?" Yelan asked.

Sakura smiled. "Yep, and I guess it'll be alright if I join," Because I have no choice, do I?

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Chattering and giggling noises grew rampant in the hallway. Everyday, there were always the latest gossips. This was never out of style. Especially since what had happened yesterday boosted again their school reputation of being the toughest and the best.

But when Syaoran Li entered the building, everyone, from what it seemed, stopped on their tracks or whatever they were doing…and turned their attention to him, and him alone.

Their chattering turned to whispers, and those annoying giggling noises were hushed down by his biting stare. That, however, didn't stop the girls from drooling over him.

Syaoran Li, as it would obviously be, was the school's certified hottie. He was everything a girl could dream of…handsome, sexy, intelligent, mysterious and one hell of a fighter.

He, however, was a cold and arrogant brat. Just like any other rich kids out there. He didn't want to associate with anybody. He loved his own company. Probably, his childhood friend Eriol Hiiragizawa was the only person he liked and was kind to. But they were complete opposites.

"Hey, I want to say congratulations yesterday," Eriol greeted, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Look at you, it seemed that you weren't even scratched, huh?"

"Face it Eriol, look at those punks yesterday. They looked like they knew nothing about fighting." Syaoran shrugged. "The reason why I fought them was to keep them from entering this school again. Those damn losers…"

Eriol nodded, following Syaoran to the lockers. "That's the good part. Anyways, it seems that no one would ever beat you, Syaoran."

What Eriol had said made his heart flutter. And those words grew in his head, which were true. No one had beaten him…yet.

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"Locker number 478…478…wait, where are the lockers anyway?"

Sakura sighed, lifting her sun-kissed hair from her shoulders while adjusting the hem of her gray-colored, super-short skirt, which was actually the school uniform…in this breezy, autumn season.

She was obviously lost in the crowd of unfamiliar people with different races. Some had blonde or red hair, while all the rest had black.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Sakura continued to walk toward…nowhere in particular. She was freaking lost for god's sake!

Groaning, she spun…and easily bumped into someone. Her day couldn't get any better, could it?

Flushing a shade of pink, she apologetically bowed her head and said, "I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to-"

She immediately stopped, struck by a beautiful, violet-haired girl. She also looked kind of friendly, so it might be okay to ask where the lockers were.

"That's okay…by the way, you're new here, aren't you?" the girl smiled, "I'm Tomoyo Daidouji…call me Tomoyo…and you are?"

Sakura smiled shyly. "I'm Sakura Kinomoto…call me Sakura."

She noticed Tomoyo with a book, so maybe it was best if she asked. "Umm…Tomoyo, would you mind telling me where the lockers are?"

"Well, I'm going there too. We can go there together," Tomoyo replied.

Sakura was relieved at last. "That's great!"

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Sakura was having a great time chatting with Tomoyo along the way. She now knew how Tomoyo loved designing clothes and stuff…and how she revealed to her about how she wanted to become a model…not a fighter for life.

But of course she didn't reveal anything about her fighting. It was way too awkward…especially all the clumsy things she did in her first night in Hong Kong.

If only she could confess straight like, "Yes people, I'm Sakura Kinomoto…a black-belter and the clumsiest girl in the world…ever. Plus, my rat of a brother, Touya calls me a MONSTER! Isn't my life perfect?"

"Here's my locker, 456." Tomoyo said, now combining the code.

"Okay, I'll go find mine." Sakura walked mindlessly.

And because of that, she thought she ran into a wall. But when she turned, she heard a cold, deep voice towering above her.

"Watch where you're going, idiot,"

Turning, she saw cold, amber eyes glaring on her small form. Suddenly, she felt so weak and drained.

"What?" she asked confusingly.

The owner of those cold, amber eyes rephrased pleasingly. "I said, Watch. Where. You're. Going. Idiot."

No one called her an idiot before, other than Touya. How come a person she had only met, called her like that? Not that she was like an idiot or anything…it was just rude!

"Listen, I didn't mean that!" she defended.

Eriol, from behind Syaoran, interrupted. "That's enough guys…hey, you're new here, aren't you. What's your name?"

Sakura rolled her eyes and thought for a moment if it would be okay to tell her name. Oh well, "It's Sakura."

Syaoran quietly listened from behind, his back turned.

"Kinomoto." she finished

Syaoran connected the name. Sakura Kinomoto. It was so familiar. Could she be his mother's –?

"We're not done yet, Kinomoto." He said simply, walking away. "Meet me at the school's football field…and we'll settle things."

Tomoyo, from behind, whispered to Sakura. "I don't think it'll be wise for you to go. He'll fight you, even if you're a girl."

Sakura glared at Syaoran's fading figure and smirked. "Well, I'll be kicking his ass too, then."

TBC

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A/N: I know it was kinda tedious…was it? This chapter was supposed to tell on why Sakura had to study in Hong Kong and all. So, I hope you guys understand the story. Please review…it would mean so much to me, and it really encourages!