Bad Girl
Chapter 2
A small limo pulled into the driveway to Sakura's and Tomoyo's home. Tomoyo hasn't lived with Sakura all her life. It was only when Sakura's father and brother died in a car accident. Her mother had died already when she was younger.
Sakura was still eleven years old at the time of the accident. She was offered to live with her auntie Sonomi and cousin, Tomoyo, be she refused. Her home was far too special to give up all those dependent memories. So, auntie Sonomi profound a compromise: Tomoyo was to live with Sakura, attending the same school, and they would have a maid under her care. That would be Noriko Atsuna. She was in her early thirties. Noriko was very attractive and looked as though she was in her early twenties instead. It was hard to believe she was still single and working as a maid, but she was picky over her men and the job was a hell of a good one if it was under Daidouji. Better than your regular servant. Noriko's inner-childish manner mixed in with relativity with the two teens, she took care of. They all had a strong bond. Noriko was another mother-figure for both Sakura and Tomoyo, and they loved her very much.
Sousuke Nigara, the girls' personal chauffeur. He lived a block away and drove the girls wherever they deeded or wanted to go. He was a kind man, in his late 40's or so. He always made the girls' frowns turn upside down. That's how sincere Sousuke was, and they loved him all the same as well. His graying hair and rosy jolly cheeks, a man you'd find laughing and joking about everything.
By the time Sakura Kinomoto and Tomoyo Daidouji were twelve years old, they discovered something. Not just them, but many others. They were developing these curves. Curves all over their damn body! Nothing overlapping, but slender and sculpted flawlessly; an envy for billions of girls around. They hadn't got serious acne attacks like some people, but sure, they had got pimples or zits here and there, but they knew how to handle it…
"Aaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh! Tomoyo! I have a fucking huge zit on my nose!"
"Eeeeeeewwww! I had one last month…"
"I'm gonna pop it."
"Don't pop it!"
"But-!"
"DON'T POP IT! AND STOP PICKING AT IT!"
…perfectly. They had colourful entrancing eyes and natural pink plump lips. They were both pretty atheletic and smart. They had these adoring charismatic personalities to them, and were practically loved my all. Almost all.
Humans are greedy living creatures. Doors of opportunities open, and you just can't help but walk through them, smiling selfishly around at the amount of treasures worth stealing. Boys were like pieces of hanging string to them sometimes. You can twist, tie, tangle, wrap, to your own needs and advantages, and amusing, especially when they were bored. This was their game: being complete teases to them. Toy with their emotions. Get them tangled up in their own sexual desires. Even use them for anything they wanted. This is what they discovered more than just their body.
Tomoyo could create some of the most fashionable things for her and Sakura to wear. Perfect to the point where people would utter words of awe. This was a big help to their little reputations; another enrichment to their feminine bodies.
You see? They had everything! Everything they wanted, needed, and already had. The looks, the clothes, the smarts, the wealth…
No, there was something that was missing. Deep inside them, they knew it. It dwelled inside for as long as they could remember. They knew they wanted – no needed more love. Sakura's parents and brother were dead, and she could live off their loving memory. Tomoyo's mother had worked too much to pay the just amount of attention to her, but Tomoyo knew that it wasn't her fault. Especially since Tomoyo's father had left them when she was little, they needed financial security for the family, even if they were filthy rich. Still, if there was Noriko's and Sousuke's love for them, it wasn't under the category of love they needed.
Many of the males, they dated and taunted, told Sakura and Tomoyo that they loved them. But it was meaningless. First of all Sakura and Tomoyo didn't love them back and second, they didn't truly know the girls for them to love them. So where could they find this, this missing piece of the puzzle?
"Noriko!" Tomoyo's voice echoed through the house. "We're home!"
No response came. After taking off their shoes they walked into the dense kitchen. Tomoyo found a note lying on the table as Sakura looked through the fridge.
"She went to get groceries. She said she'll be home by five to make dinner." Tomoyo explained to Sakura, or rather her body that stuck out from the fridge. Sakura backed out holding the milk carton.
"Good. We have like nothing." Sakura stated as she then reached into the cupboard for a glass and the bag of cookies. She plopped herself on the seat beside Tomoyo. Sakura pored herself a glass of milk and opened up the bag of cookies.
Tomoyo had scattered papers in front of her. Each had a unique design on them of different clothing ideas and sketches. She had the end of her pencil between her teeth in thought.
"So what are you planning to wear tomorrow for Takabaro?" Tomoyo looked up at Sakura, who now had a cookie in her hand and the glass of milk in the other.
"I was going to ask you about that." Sakura smiled at her.
"Thought you'd never ask." Tomoyo smiled back. "I'll have something hott cooked up by tonight."
There was a short silence in which all you could hear were Sakura's munching on her cookies.
"Where you going to be while I'm on my 'date'?" Sakura asked.
"Filming your juicy moves." Tomoyo laughed as thought it was obvious.
"I'm not going to hang with him at the mall the whole time you know." Sakura informed her just before she gulped down her milk. Tomoyo sighed.
"I know. Call when you're done. Me and Sousuke will be waiting I guess." Sakura let out a laugh. "Okay. Well why not call someone up to hang out with then?"
Tomoyo thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't feel like it. I'll probably get some guy to play with if I get bored."
"Alright." Sakura said drinking up the last of her milk and closing the cookie bag. "Are you too busy right now?" Sakura got up dropped off her glass in the sink and put away the treat.
"No." Tomoyo replied.
"Then can you be my sparring partner? I'm going to do some quick training." Tomoyo nodded and piled up her stuff.
"I'm gonna change. Meet you in the backyard in 5 minutes." Sakura said as she went to her bedroom. She pulled her hair up and slapped on shorts and a t-shirt, then went outside to find Tomoyo ready in a similar outfit.
Tomoyo attacked Sakura with a punch, once Sakura's feet hit the ground. Sakura was caught off guard as it narrowly scratched her cheek. Sakura acted on instinct and swung her fisted arm into Tomoyo's side. Tomoyo winced but lifted and swung her right let into the air, ready to strike her best friend/cousin. Sakura caught on quickly, as well as the girl's leg. A proud smirk worked its way on Sakura's face, another on Tomoyo's. Sakura lifted her whole leg higher, making sure it was a touch more painful and difficult to reposition.
Tomoyo dropped to her hands and made a flip around, causing her friend's grip to loosen, as her ankle twisted and turned. Sakura wasn't surprised that she tried to pull off something like that. And reacted faster as she fully let go of Tomoyo's ankle and made a dive with her own leg, sweeping Tomoyo's outstretched hands off the ground. Luckily, she flipped back on her feet. Sakura got back up at the same time making for a kick at her side. Tomoyo blocked it along with a few other punches as well. They were at each other for another 2 minutes, blocking and hitting each other that eventually you weren't sure who'd win. Sakura's arm came to Tomoyo's neck, ready to chop, but Tomoyo took hold of her arm forcing it down sideways to the ground just as Sakura swept her leg at Tomoyo's lets. They both fell. And the match ended in laughter. Love can wait for the moment. They had people behind them that gave them as much love and support already. All this fun was going to their heads, and maybe they weren't ready to grow up and understand the true meaning. But eventually it would fall into their hands. They would end the game and actually retreat back to reality. One day, they will let down the draw-bridge and let prince charming rescue them from the castle tower. For now though, they were going to be the princesses the let their window curtains remain tied back, enjoying the torture they set on the princes that past as they changed from one dress to another.
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"So where would you like to go next, Kinomoto?" Takabaro asked as Sakura walked lazily along the side of the mall's wide path. She was bored already. Sometimes this game just didn't amuse her.
"I'm sort of tired." Sakura said, half truthfully. "Is your house close by? I'd feel a lot safer if we went to your house instead of mine." Izumi smiled delighted or maliciously.
"Yeah. It's just a few blocks from here."
"Okay, so let's go then." Sakura said brightly. This wasn't exciting as she anticipated, actually she anticipated it would be quite boring, and henceforth she was right. It would get better soon, she hoped, just as soon as they reached his house…his bedroom more specifically. He didn't talk much, and if he opened his mouth, weird gurgling sounds would came out of his mouth. Sakura just wanted this over and done with. Her feet just about slithered down the large paths to the nearest exit. She passed various clothing stores, and shoe stores. Fragrance stores, electronic stores, and cheap stores. As she was passing one of these stores, she noticed a familiar laid back boy surrounded by not one, not two, not even three...but five girls! And he was alone.
"Oooooooooooohhh…" Sakura blew out her cheeks and her eyelashes flickered into a squinting glare. He didn't even notice her. Or so she thought. His smirk said everything to her from 'Haha look at all the girls around me' to 'I know you want me'. He looked more carefully at her. His smirk was replaced by a cold, distasteful frown, which Sakura did not notice.
Every step, errr…stomp, she now took was hard and full of emphasized jealousy. Izumi continued to trudge along her happily, oblivious to her green-eyed monster side.
Sakura breathed in the fresh air that filled her nostrils as they exited the mall. The cool breeze blowing the strong, angry thoughts of Syaoran away, ever so slightly. Steam still cased up inside her thought, ignoring the fact that Izumi had rushed to hold every door, any thing in her way with a frantic smile praying onto his face.
"Here you go, Kinomoto!" Izumi's voice crept cheerfully as he held the car door open for Sakura as she flung herself in. He basically ran to the driver's side, eager to get home with this hot chick.
'If this stupid guy (Takabaro) wasn't here, I would have gladly stepped through those stupid girls and seduced him right there.' Sakura thought angrily. Izumi was turning corners and talking some nonsense about aches and pains and sleepiness in stumbled words. 'They are so stupid. Li is far to intelligent to fall for their little pathetic flirty tricks. The only girl he is going to fall to is me. He'll see just how superior I am to him. How much better I am at this game. I'm not like those stupid ditz. I'm better.'
Izumi pulled up into a small house. There were no cars in the driveway. Sakura and him got out of the small car and walked toward the house. He stumbled with opening the door, much more his own keys. He held open the door, welcoming her into his house. She stepped in, pretending to be amazed at how wonderful it looked, although it was messy here and there and didn't look like it was taken care of.
"Where's your bedroom?" She asked quickly. The sooner, the better.
"Right up here…need to lie down?" Izumi led her into a small room where brown bed sheets hung off the side of the unmade bed. Electronics and magazines with hot girls on them were scattered around the room, just as much as his clothes.
Sakura went to the bed and sat on it.
"You have a comfy bed." She stated as he sat next to her, offering a glass of water that she ignored. Her face inched really close to his with a foxy smile playing on her face. "It's really comfy. I don't even think it makes noise if you jump on it. Are your parents here?" Her breath fogged up the teenage boy's cheeks with pink.
"No, they're out this weekend. And it does make a bit of noise when you jump on it."
What the hell? Did this guy really jump on it? Was he really that much immature to jump on his bed? What for? We'll never know I guess.
"Good." Sakura said for both pieces of information. She planted her lips on his. And at that moment, her thoughts on him not being a very good kisser backfired. Her hands ran from the back of his electric blue hair to the top. His hands were already at her waist pulling her closer to him, lifting her blood red top slowly. Tomoyo had made Sakura's clothes very simple, moveable and re-movable. Easy to be in and out of when she needed to, which was most of the time. Sakura got irritated with the whole hesitance with Takabaro taking off her shirt, so she took it off for him, revealing the black lacy bra underneath. He took off his white shirt off as well. Like my French teacher, last semester says: You all need to participate so we can get things moving along to the next step.
The sooner, the better. Sakura would be done with this guy in less then ten minutes, rush over back to the mall and interrupt Syaoran in his own play. Plan set and ready.
Sakura touched his chest lightly. The boy gave a slight shudder, feeling her fingertips and nails run so delicately over his chest. Sakura wasn't satisfied with the feel and worked her hands to his back. He open mouthed kissed her, and she could taste the aftermath of burgers and fries they ate not that long ago. Great. How could she let Tomoyo talk her into playing with this guy? She had much better things to do. Like work on Syaoran Li. A better much more compatible victim, as well as a challenge.
Belt was now off and pants were down. That was the status on Izumi Takabaro. He still had his boxers on. Sakura, trickily slid off her black skirt. Leaving her status, around the same as Izumi's. She fell on the bed pulling the boy down on top of her. Their lips still at each other.
"Mmmmm…Izumi" Sakura moaned. Truthfully, there was no pleasure to her being lied on by this guy roughly naked. The pleasure was in the taunting she did. The way she was toying with his own pleasures, manipulating his own thoughts into naughty little deeds at the tender age of seventeen. She stroked his hair with her hand down to his cheek.
'A few more seconds.' Sakura thought. 'A few more seconds to let him sink this in and I'm off.' She had to follow the five second rule.
"Geez Kinomoto…you're so fucking hott!" Izumi licked his lips after a quick breath. He kissed down her neck softly to her collarbone. Sakura rubbed her leg against his, still holding on to him.
'Five…' Izumi was thumbing her tight, flat tummy. 'Four…' Sakura counted down the amount of seconds left. 'Three…' She reached down to the floor to where her purse lay, picking up her cell, speed dialing Tomoyo's number. 'Two…' His hands were now gliding to her back. "hello?" Sakura heard the faintness of Tomoyo's voice, just as Izumi moaned and groaned with affection, still kissing up and down her neck.
"Ready…" Sakura whispered and ended the call. They did this too many times to know what they meant. 'One…'
"You sure? Is this your first time?" Izumi heard her whisper, and thought she meant, what he was meaning to do. 'Zero.'
Sakura pushed him off her with great force. Well he found it to be great force. She sat up and grabbed her belongings changing as quickly as possible.
"It is my first. And I can't do it yet." She turned to him lying dumbfounded in his boxers. She was fully dressed and ready to ditch. "I'm scared." She ran out the door with a pleasing smile on her face. As soon as she closed the front door to his house and found the limo outside, she burst into laughter. The limo door opened for her and she ran in, giggling, meeting the smile of her best friend.
"You should have seen the look on his face. I rushed out of there immediately, so I didn't get much time to do much."
Tomoyo frowned. "WHY?"
"Never mind, let's go back to the mall."
"Fine. Li is still there when we left to follow you." Tomoyo informed her. Sakura smiled happily. "Is that why you didn't have time for this guy? You saw Li?"
Sakura didn't respond and instead told Sousuke to go back to the mall. But, of course that was the reason! Compare Izumi Takabaro to Syaoran Li. Takabaro had no chance.
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"What are you doing here?" Syaoran glared at the shaken up Sakura. "Why don't you go pick on some other fool if you're done with the other one?" Sakura frowned and looked down. "He was only one guy…you had 5 girls around you."
Syaoran smirked. "Jealous?"
"You know I am." Sakura responded childishly. "Is that why you do it? To make little ol' me jealous?"
"Think it whatever you want." Syaoran didn't fall for her little act. "I'm just playing this game."
"But!" Sakura piped up, cutely. "You don't play that game with me? Why is that?"
Syaoran turned back to her. "What fun would that be? Two players playing each other? There's no fun when we already know all the tricks and schemes, now would there?"
"Well if I stopped…" Sakura started. She would not leave him alone. "Would I be your next attack?" Syaoran stopped walking and turned to her.
"Why are you so keen on getting me to play you?" His eyebrows furrowed. Sakura smiled and stepped up to him, placing her hands on his chest.
"I thought you would have figured that out by now with your wit."
"Listen Kinomoto." Syaoran went on walking and Sakura skipped along beside him. People were watching. Watching with envy and watching in awe at the beautiful sight of the two. "I'd stop trying with all this before you're out of the game."
"So you think it's competition, huh?"
"I'm not thinking it as anything. I just don't understand what you're up to."
"Well, that's a first."
"Woman! I'm not going to know you girls inside and out."
"Well, you should. You've played how many girls now?"
"I don't know. I don't keep count."
"I'm sure you do." Sakura went on. She clung to his swaying arm, a sign of desperation. "You're just missing my count."
Syaoran didn't say anything. "I mean, look at Hiiragazawa and Tomoyo! They're actually getting somewhere."
"Sakura!" A loud angry shout came from behind them, along with chirps of laughter. "What do you mean we're getting somewhere!"
"Oh don't deny it Tomoyo!" Eriol laughed coming on to the girl. "You and I were meant to be together."
"You see!" Sakura pointed out to Syaoran. "They're in the same game and Tomoyo's even getting closer to losing her virginity to-"
"SAKURA!" Sakura turned around to a very red and steaming Tomoyo, glaring at her. The boys looked at her with interested smirks upon their faces.
"Still haven't gotten that far yet have you love?" Eriol teased, touching her ass. Tomoyo smacked him across the face and Syaoran began to laugh. Tomoyo turned to Sakura angrily, expressing a deep meaningful payback.
"So?" Tomoyo said. "It's not like I'm the only one…right Sakura!"
Everyone's attention turned to the beautiful Miss Sakura Kinomoto, who's face now burned bright in shame.
"This is interesting to know." Syaoran smirked while Eriol began laughing his head off.
A/N: Hehehe I was thinking so hard of what to write for this chapter...this last part came to me now. I was on the verge of laughing to tears. Well, hope you all like, and thank you all for the reviews! I can't wait to write more:D
To (Anonymous Reviewer) Margaret:
I see you really looked into that summary of Bad Girl. I meant every word. Just give me some time to have the plot going more smoothly and the characters settle in more. It's still the beginning you know. Anyhow, to answer some of your questions. Syaoran was being so cold for a particular reason and if you read careful and thorougly (which i do not expect you guys to do) he breifly mentions...some reason for his surly attitude...even in this chapter, if you haven't noticed already. Next question, yes i guess he does do that to PRACTICALLY every girl in school. Of course he just flirts intensely at the very least. THis is a fanfic I have to make things crazy and exaggerate (in my case)...or in simpler words...FUN! Well thank you for reading:)