Important: Sakura's fighting style – Traditional Karate
Syaoran's – various Chinese Martial Arts (preferably Chanquan)
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Asskicker Gal
By: Elie
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Chapter 2:
Your Average School Fight
"Who in the world was that guy anyway?" Sakura grumbled, chewing a ham and cheese sandwich while referring to her new friend, Tomoyo.
"Just some popular guy named Syaoran Li," Tomoyo answered, giggling just a little bit.
Sakura almost choked on her sandwich. Gobbling of food was not the factor…it was the name, Li. No wonder he wanted to settle things with her.
Not that she was afraid of him or anything. It's just that his mother was her sponsor for heaven's sake! He must've decided to challenge her in a fight just to test her skills just as Meiling did or something. Well, whatever the reason was, she's ready to face him. Or…not…
"Hey Sakura, what's wrong? Do you happen to know Syaoran?" Tomoyo suddenly asked, waving her hand with a milk carton over Sakura's face. "And by the way, do you even know how to fight?"
"What? That freak? No way!" Sakura snapped, defensively, "And yes, my father owns a dojo at small town called Tomoeda in Japan". But in that particular moment, everyone inside the cafeteria turned to look at her.
Feeling her face flush red, she frantically waved her hands dismissively at them, laughing a bit nervously. "Uh…I'm sorry about that! Actually, there's really nothing to see here!"
Come to think of it, this was the second time of her public bloopers here in Hong Kong. She felt like shrinking from the thought, shaking it out of her mind.
Tomoyo couldn't help but giggle. 'You're so funny, Sakura. I'm sure I'll never get bored of you!"
"Well…" Sakura sighed, "Maybe I'm the only one in this world who thinks I'm serious."
"No seriously, you are funny, but…" Tomoyo's voice was suddenly drifting, "…oh, I totally forgot…"
Sakura kept staring at her pondering friend for a while when the school bell finally rang. She stood up with her pink back pack slung at her shoulder, took her water bottle, and guzzled the entire content.
"Sakura, we won't be seeing each other until after school. My afternoon schedule's quite different from yours," Tomoyo took her schedule sheet and showed it to Sakura, "See?"
"That's okay. We'll just meet at the front lobby after classes, then. And or maybe, we can go home together," Sakura smiled, turning back.
But when she was about to go, she felt Tomoyo's hand on her shoulder. "What about your confrontation with Syaoran at the football field?"
Oh right, Sakura bit her lip from the thought and shrugged. "Can you go with me?"
It sounded like she's scared, but it wasn't anything like that. Where the hell was the school's football field anyway? But first thing's first. Where the hell was the Home Economics classroom?
"Sure," Tomoyo sounded delighted, "But let me see your schedule first," she took Sakura's schedule sheet, "First off, I'll drop you by to your first afternoon class."
"Tomoyo?"
"Yes?"
"You make an awesome manager, you know."
…
The wonderful view of crimson and corn hued leaves falling from what seemed like the sky gave Syaoran a nice reason to lie on his back and pry above it. He loved the feel of the wind's breeze ruffling his brown, unruly locks. The cold feeling of fall against his skin wasn't so bad after all. And the dead grass seemed like a good spot.
He heard the school bell alright, but there was no way he's going to attend that freaking Home Economics class. Every Monday was always that stupid class. That's why he hated Mondays. And his Monday today couldn't get any better with that Sakura Kinomoto girl.
Perhaps she was as good as him? Could she beat him in less than three long minutes? Maybe she couldn't, but he sure could.
The sound of crunching grass noises was heard as Syaoran was about to close his eyes and feel the nice, icy breeze of autumn. A loud cough boomed above him, and opening his eyes, there were these towering gray pants.
"What are you doing here, Eriol?" He asked, sprawling up. Eriol just smiled at him. "Huh? What's up?"
"I think I want to accompany you today," Eriol said, squatting down beside him.
For the first time ever, Eriol was cutting classes with him. But it was a big wonder. Why would Eriol be doing this anyway? Did he want to become an idiot like Syaoran? Not that Syaoran was dumb…but they could come up with a perfect rebel pair.
"Why? I thought you have English this afternoon," Syaoran curiously asked while getting rid of the grass sprinkled in his hair.
"Yes, I do," this time, Eriol was grinning, "But I'm more interested in your fight with that new girl after class, so, I decided to wait here with you…but wait, her name's Kinomoto, right?"
Syaoran nodded and shrugged. "Don't tell me you're excited about that…I only want to fight her because I know she can."
"Are you kidding me?" Eriol raised an eyebrow, "You're telling me that that girl can fight? Oh, come on…honestly, she looks like she's still collecting Hello Kitty items."
Syaoran laughed at the statement, and he definitely had to agree with that. Sakura Kinomoto may not look like it, but he had this feeling that she's more than what she looked.
"She's a karate scholar from Japan," he clarified, and Eriol kept nodding at every word, "My family's her host for a while. Well, that is, if she lasts for a week,"
"It seems like you're underestimating her, huh?" Eriol said, now lying on his back.
Yes, Syaoran Li was underestimating Sakura Kinomoto. But by all means, he must try to be humble. "Well…not really…" he grinned, also lying on his back.
The two boys lay on their backs on the football field, facing the skies, particularly about to wait for a few more hours until dismissal time.
"Syao," Eriol called, face toward the skies, eyes closed, hands under the head, feet sprawled away from each other.
"Yup," Syaoran was in the exact same position.
Eriol began to yawn, his lips eventually forming into a smile. "Let's get a shut-eye."
Syaoran grinned. "Well pal, I'm doing it now."
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"What's taking Tomoyo so long?" Sakura mumbled tiredly, her emerald eyes down her shoes.
She was standing at the school's main lobby near the doorway, arms clutched around the chest, preventing the cold from penetrating her insides. She closed her eyes, thinking about the moment she had met that annoying jerk named Syaoran Li.
First off, she had apologized nicely to him, then…okay wait – scratch that. She didn't apologize to him. So, was that the reason why he wanted to settle things with her? She could've apologized if he didn't call her an idiot. But somehow, her morality slipped off when he reminded her of Touya.
Speaking of Touya, she could make him drool by bragging a whole lot of available, high-paying sideline jobs here in Hong Kong. Problem was if he knew what she's been possibly doing here, maybe he'd drag her back to Tomoeda.
And she's so sure that Syaoran Li wasn't going to turn back, making her ensue on a school fight. She didn't know, though, that this Academy allowed such things to happen. It was quite weird.
"Sakura!" A familiar feminine voice rang behind her, and she spun to see Tomoyo walking toward her armed with a video camera. "Wow, you look great. You're absolutely photogenic!"
Sakura started to quiver. "Uh…are you filming this? I mean, right now?"
Tomoyo nodded, now focusing the camera right at her friend's blushing face. "Yep, and I'll be filming your confrontation with Syaoran, too."
"Umm…you sure use big words, huh Tomoyo?" Sakura grinned, walking ahead dully.
Tomoyo didn't reply, as it could be clearly noticed that she was extremely hooked in capturing a walking Sakura in her back turned.
But when they finally reached the steps, Sakura stopped all of a sudden. "I really don't think it's necessary…I mean, what did I do to him anyway?"
"Yes. That's it. Show me more of your emotions, Sakura." Tomoyo said, artistically switching her angles, yet still focusing at Sakura.
Sakura shrugged. It seemed like her friend was more hyped about THE confrontation than her. Actually, she wasn't hyped at all. All she wanted to do was to get by her daily life here in this rather unfamiliar place than to pick fights with the Academy's most notorious guy.
My first day of school…has never been this awesome; she thought sarcastically, looking down her walking feet. She hadn't got the slightest clue, though, that she and Tomoyo were already at the center of the school's football field.
And, the first thing that happened after getting back to her senses was Syaoran's loud, yet calm voice in her ears.
She jolted in surprise, mentally slapping her mind. Perking up a little, she saw those cold, yet familiar amber eyes staring down on her own undeniably scared-looking emerald ones.
"Huh? Can you…repeat what you've said?" she stuttered, diverting her gaze away from him as soon as she could.
"Idiot," she heard him mutter. "I said, you're goddamn late,"
She immediately shot him a glare. She stomped her foot and crossed her arms on her chest. "Excuse me? Hey Mr. Hot Pants, for your wrong information, I went to the lobby as soon as I possibly could after dismissal and waited for my friend. Don't blame me of the time!"
"That's it, Sakura! My camera loves your fiery emotion…" Tomoyo interrupted, "This situation's like THE perfect intro for the documentary,"
Sakura and Syaoran gaped at her.
"What documentary?" Eriol asked, appearing all of a sudden with a bat on his hand.
"Sakura and Syaoran's fight," Tomoyo answered simply, adjusting Sakura and Syaoran's shocked faces in the camera's shutter.
Eriol smirked. "That's cool."
Syaoran rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the camcorder. He turned to Sakura who was already looking at him blankly.
He felt sweat trickle down his nape as their eyes locked in an instance, and he swiftly looked away.
"By the way, I'm Li Syaoran. I want you to respect me by calling me Li instead…get it?" he spoke, but it sounded like a demand.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever," she replied roughly, "And call me Kinomoto, and it's also for respect."
"Sure," was all that Syaoran said before walking to his position on the field.
Sakura raised an eyebrow as he waved her to go to hers as well. This seemed well planned. What was this arrogant rich kid up to?
"Why? I mean, why do you want to fight me?" Sakura called out, making sure everything's clear to her.
Like an open auditorium, students flocked outside the field, creating a huge rectangle at the center where currently, only four students stood.
"I just…" Syaoran hesitated a bit, but when he briefly took a peak at Sakura's curious emerald eyes, he began to reason.
"Look, I just want to know how far you can go. How strong and fast you are…and…and…" his voice was wavering, but he urged himself to continue, "And I want to know why my mother chose you of all people. I don't see you're so special, and I don't even expect you to beat me…"
Sakura felt like she was about to drown or burst, or whatever kind of slimy feeling she could feel while hearing Syaoran's words. He was so freakin' underestimating her. Even Touya didn't underestimate her. And, in her life, she had never been so insulted before.
"…but I promise you this: I won't go easy on you."
At that very moment, she smiled.
The two took their stances; Tomoyo held her camcorder tight, Eriol clutched his bat and…slammed it against the grass.
Syaoran was fast, charging full speed at Sakura. Sakura on the other hand, stood still, ready to tackle him down and or avoid the attack. But the two had their own surprising trick –
Knowing that his punches would be easily blocked if he attacked the upper part of his opponent first, Syaoran docked to unbalance Sakura.
To her shock, Sakura immediately placed her palm over Syaoran's head, kicked her feet high up in the air, and jumped to the other side, totally without a scratch.
Amazing, Syaoran complementally thought, picking up his defensive stance again.
He's fast, Sakura thought too, tugging some of her hair behind her ear.
"Okay, three minutes to go!" Eriol shouted, and everybody in the field cheered.
Syaoran charged again, and Sakura had to block his swift punches. But noticing his exhaustion, she took the opportunity to dodge one of his punches, grab his collar, bring him against her, and knee his crotch.
Syaoran screamed and he fell on his knees with his hands clutched on his groin.
"Good Lord…mother of a…" Eriol bit his lips while shutting his eyes. Tomoyo craned her neck and stared off to a faraway distance. Everyone grew silent, probably; they were shutting their eyes, too?
And from that moment, Sakura thought she was off to victor. But she remained in her stance.
"I'll…never…forgive…" Syaoran stood with his knees shaking terribly, "…you…"
Sakura wasted no time and approached him from behind, about to pull off her hammer kick on him. But by the time she held her leg up, Syaoran grabbed it and twisted it for good, causing her to fall face flat on the ground in return.
"Revenge…is a bitch," he said sarcastically, waiting for her to rise again.
Sakura rubbed her face and turned to glare at him. Those cold, damn beautiful amber eyes were eyeing her sadistically again. She couldn't take it anymore. For all the things he had put her through on her first day, she'd make him history.
"Not if I can help it, you jerk!" She scrambled to her feet, and to Syaoran's utter surprise, Sakura threw herself at him. And they both fell on the ground.
"Get off me, little girl!" he shouted, his hands being grappled by his opponent securely.
Sakura sat on his hard, flat stomach, and it looked though as if she wasn't heavy for him, so she leaned her ass lower on his abs so he could feel the pressuring weight of her fat butt.
"Fat ass," he muttered.
Sakura glared at him. "Say it again,"
"Fat,"
She punched him squarely on the nose, and it bled.
"ass,"
Again, she punched him again, this time, on the mouth, and it bled.
"Okay, that's it." After luckily placing his knee on her ass, Syaoran shifted her forward, now making him on top of her. He easily freed his hands as he toyed with hers.
"You're the fat ass!" Sakura shouted trying to release her wrists while arching her back at the same time.
Syaoran kissed his right fist and held it up, ready to pound her real bad. All Sakura could do was smirk in return after being lucky enough to slip her knee between him and her stomach and under his crotch again.
"If you do that again, I swear, I'll punch you hard," Syaoran said, but his tone was obviously nervous.
"If I see your fist leaving below that level, I'm not going to hesitate…" Sakura smiled sheepishly.
Everyone gasped, especially Tomoyo who looked like a total freak with her eyes stuck at the video camera.
Eriol didn't focus much on the fight, instead, he was looking intently at Tomoyo who was all absorbed in capturing the moment. His gaze was fixated at her sweating hands, and it seemed like it was also making him sweat in wonder. But when he was about to approach her and talk her about the camcorder and of course, the sweaty hands, his stopwatch beeped.
He yawned and smiled proudly at himself. The three minutes was over at last.
"It's a draw!"
Everybody cheered with him, including Tomoyo who was now jumping up and down after saving the record. Syaoran and Sakura remained in the same position in shame.
After the proclamation, everyone went on with their lives just as Eriol and Tomoyo left together, leaving the two fighters in the same position still.
"I can't believe it…" Syaoran sobbed, loosening his grip on Sakura's hands. He slowly stood up and didn't move an inch. "There's just no way…"
Sakura nodded, standing on her own. She sniffled a bit. "Me too! I mean, it just can't be!"
"This is my first draw," they both chorused, "EVER!"
TBC
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Elie's Note: My dear readers, sorry for the terribly late update. I've been busy with my life…especially with my Wushu-Taolu life. It's like going to school everyday, and I mean every single day of training. Today's also my promotion exam. I hope I pass, though. Wish me luck!
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