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Sakura's senses were tingling. It was like a sixth sense she had acquired through the years of pranks Touya had played on her. The sense of dread grew closer and stronger. Instantaneously, Sakura shot out of her bed sitting upright, only to find her head crashing against her brother's nose.
"Goddamn Sakura!" He howled, clamping both hands over his sore nose.
Sakura opened her mouth to apologize but abruptly paused when she spotted the small cup of ice he hid behind him.
"Serves you right asshole! You were gonna pour that ice over me again, weren't you!"
Touya looked away guiltily; busted. Then he did what he knew best; he avoided the topic altogether.
"You're gonna be late Sakura. I was doing you a favor and this is what I get?"
Sakura glared at her older brother and peered over at her digital clock. 8:05 AM. The red digits flashed continuously. Crap, school was starting in twenty-five minutes. Suddenly forgetting the issue at hand, she darted into the bathroom. She couldn't be late again.
It was about fifteen minutes later when Sakura came out messily dressed. Her hair was disheveled, her skirt was on backwards, and her school tie was hanging loosely at her neck. Touya laughed at her appearance.
"Shut up Touya, and drive me to school, now."
Touya rolled his eyes; women were so grouchy in the mornings. Nonetheless, he complied, snatching a piece of toast for his younger sister. Man, the things he did for that girl. In record time, he had gathered his things and been pushed – no, shoved, out the door.
"Geez, Kaijuu. Why are you in such a hurry?" he spoke, starting up the engine.
"Ms. Suzuki said she'll call dad if I'm late again."
Touya rolled his eyes and chuckled. This was one of her many faults. She could never arrive on time for anything. But deciding it was best if their father wasn't brought into the situation, he sped through the streets of Tokyo. Of course not before a little teasing,
"Kaijuu, stupid, your skirt is on backwards."
He earned himself a smack in the head. White lights momentarily blinding him, sending him into a dizzy stupor. Damn, when had his sister become so strong? Maybe he shouldn't have taught her self-defense after all. Sakura herself was currently multitasking. She was munching on a piece of cold toast Touya had so graciously given her, attempting to turn her skirt around her without making herself puke, and working on last night's math assignment. Let's see, the tangent of 45 divided by, Crap! What was a tangent again? Sakura wasn't a bad student, okay? She pulled off A's and B's easily, and maybe few C's along the way; but nothing too bad. It was just to say that Sakura and numbers didn't belong in the same sentence. She was terrible at it.
Sakura glanced at her watch, then out the car door. Ugh, she was so going to be late. She had one minute to get there before the first bell rang and a good five minutes before she even reached school. Frustrated, Sakura shoved the worksheet back into her bag and tore angrily at the bread. Why did she feel today was not going to be a good day?
Sakura laid her head back on the car seat, her thoughts drifting back to the day before. Syaoran Li was an amazing kisser. He evoked passion and lust in her, something she didn't know she had had. She had been on the brink of losing all self control before Touya caught her. God. That had been embarrassing. It was hell after that, but not really.
Touya reacted differently this time and Sakura had no idea why.
(Flashback)
A muscle ticked in Touya's jaw. Sakura had half a mind to laugh at this expression, but he was so angry, she decided it would be best if she kept quiet.
"What the hell were you doing?"
Sakura rolled her eyes, she was used to this. Her protective older brother had always thrown fits whenever she was with the opposite gender. He wasn't really angry with her of course; he'd get over it sooner or later.
"Well, I was–." He interrupted her, slightly disgusted.
"Nevermind, don't tell me. I saw enough."
"Okay then, are you finished? It was just a kiss…"
"A kiss?" He spoke incredulously, "He was practically eating you up!"
Sakura remained silent. What could she say? It was true after all.
"Who was it?" he spoke again.
"It doesn't really matter Touya."
"Who was it?" he repeated. His voice was quiet and deadly. It was merely a whisper but Sakura knew he had meant it.
"Just a friend–."
Then Touya did something she had never expected. He grabbed her by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her collarbone. For once, she feared him; Touya, her older brother.
"Who?"
Sakura trembled, tears brimmed her confused eyes. But Touya didn't notice any of this.
"I-It was S-Syaoran."
Touya blanched, releasing her. It was as if someone had just socked him in the stomach. He was brought back to reality. One glance at the sobbing figure on the figure and Touya wanted to hurt himself for the pain he'd put his sister through. He'd never gotten so out of control. But…did she just say Syaoran?
"…Syaoran Li?"
Sakura nodded. "Yes, Syaoran Li." She whispered, tears flowing freely.
"…How do you know him?" How did she? "No Sakura, stay away from him."
He knelt down beside her small figure, gathering her in his arms. She latched onto his neck, crying into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Sakura. I don't know what came over me. But please, he isn't someone you want to mess with."
(End Flashback)
The speaker box crackled above the students. It was time for morning announcements.
"Good morning students of Tokyo High. First off, I'd like to welcome our newest transfer students; Rika Sasaki, Meiling Li, Takashi Yamazaki, Eriol Hiiragizawa and Syaoran Li. I hope you'll all make them feel welcome here, or else–"
Chatter erupted from every classroom. No one was really paying attention to the box above them anymore. Besides, there were more important things at hand. Of course the first question that came to everybody's mind was, Who were these new students? Where were they from? What class were they going to be in? But the most important question of all; were they hot?
"Kaijuu!" Touya was shaking her wildly.
"Get off me Touya!" Sakura dodged away from his reach. God, it was like he was shaking her brain out or something.
"You've been day dreaming for the last five minutes! Now you're late!"
Sakura gaped at the clock, 8:40. Crap, crap and triple crap. She was screwed.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier Touya!" Sakura hurriedly opened the car door and thoroughly slammed it close. Touya winced when the car shook.
"You were the one that wouldn't listen! And remember, stay away from boys!"
Sakura gave a backhanded wave and shouted, "If I get in trouble, I'm blaming you for it!"
He chuckled before turning up the engine once more.
Sakura liked the way their feuds never lasted long. It was one of the perks she received as a little sister. But for now, she was ten minutes late. The second bell would have rung long ago. Hopefully the teacher forgot her glasses today and wouldn't notice Sakura wasn't in her seat.
'Dammit. I told them to wait for me. Now I'm lost. Great, I'm gonna kill them.'
Meiling was lost. Ugh, it was all Syaoran's fault. Why had he suddenly requested to change schools anyway? She looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand; Class A1. Okay, so where the hell was it?
Sakura sped through the halls, her mood dropping quickly when she noted the halls were empty. Everyone must have been in class already. Damn, she was really late. Sakura increased her speed, thinking of possible excuses. There was no time to stop by her locker, but she was almost there!
Just half a hallway from her destination, Sakura began reaching for her book. She planned to sneak into the room as if she'd been there all along. But who knew the halls weren't empty after all? Because in the next instant; Sakura found herself sprawled across the floor and on top of a very pissed-off girl with buns.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing, girl?"
"Sor–." Sakura was planning to apologize, really. But the girl's screech interrupted her.
"You ruined my new outfit you bitch!"
Sakura was irritated. That girl was so rude. First of all, she was late, and now this. Ugh, today really wasn't her day, was it?
"Will you stop cursing? You're making my ears hurt."
"Shut the fuck up! Oh my fucking lord, I'm gonna get you back for this. Bitch."
Sakura bristled. What was with this girl?
"It was a goddamned accident. Get over it. Now if you don't mind–."
"Well I do mind! Ugh. I can't even wear this shit anymore. Not after some prissy little skank like you touched it."
Okay, that was it. Sakura snapped.
"Prissy little skank? I'll show you a prissy little skank." Sakura did the only thing that came to her mind. She slapped the girl. Touya had always taught her never to resort to violence, but this was an exception. At least now you know, Sakura plus Bad mood equaled Trouble.
There was a moment of stunned silence, as if the girl couldn't believe Sakura had just hit her. Then her eyes blazed with anger. The girl raised a hand to return the favor, but then again, Sakura had taken self-defense classes from Touya, remember? Just as the hand came crashing down, Sakura took hold of her wrist and flipped her over. The bun-headed girl landed with a loud thud, but recovered quickly. Sakura had to give the girl brownie points for that.
"You fucking slut. You're gonna pay." And true to her word, the two girls were soon engaged in a tumble on the floor.
It became a cat fight really. There was a lot of scratching and bitch-slapping.
"Let go of my hair, bitch!"
"Let go of mine first, skank!"
They hadn't even noticed when the nearby classrooms, who had heard the commotion, came out to watch. Talk about being too engrossed.
"Ohhh. Cat fight!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Damn yo. They're both hot."
On the bright side, a teacher stopped them.
"Miss Kinomoto! Get off the girl!"
On the not-so-bright side, it was Ms. Suzuki. Sakura groaned but nonetheless relented. Both girls stood up, glaring holes at each other.
"First of all, you're late! And now I catch you breaking school rules? Can you spell detention?"
"But Ms. Suzuki –."
"No excuses. No, no, absolutely none. Now both of you; follow me to the principal's office."
Sakura sighed, she was so dead. She'd be in so much trouble. She began to pick up her stuff, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her rival doing the same. It's all her fault, Sakura thought bitterly. It took her all she had to stop herself from pouncing at the bitch.
Heading after Ms. Suzuki and still glaring at the girl, Sakura collided again, though this time, into a much; much more masculine build.
"Oof." Geez, were guys allowed to have such hard bodies? Sakura felt as if she were hit by a ton of bricks. Her legs wobbled and she shut her eyes tightly bracing herself for the fall. But it never came. When Sakura finally opened her eyes, she noticed two things.
One, 'The Bitch' was screeching. "Don't touch her Syaoran! She'll dirty you! Don't save her!"
Two, there was a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly against him. Sakura's eyes traveled from their compromising position to his face. It was Syaoran Li. Her heart skipped a beat. Syaoran Li, what was he doing here? His eyes were dancing with obvious amusement. He leaned toward her ear, whispering in his deep husky voice.
"Better do what she says." He released her and she wobbled a bit. Suddenly she seemed to lack oxygen, had the halls shrunk since yesterday? Everything was overwhelming her right now. What the hell was going on? Her head pounded and Sakura felt her legs cave in. So what happened next? Darkness enveloped her.
"I told you she's a prissy. She fainted from that little rumble?"
Sakura vaguely heard an annoying screechy voice. God, that voice was ringing bells in her head. Her eyes opened slowly, her surroundings blurry. It took a few moments before they came into focus. The room was white, very white. So it had to be the nurse's office.
"Can we go now? Why do we have to wait for this bitch?"
Ugh, the same annoying voice. Sakura turned her head and lo and behold, there were four strangers staring at her. She blinked in confusion, were those people really there? Sakura pinched herself slightly, yup they were real. But the question was; who were they? The blue-haired guy seemed to notice her presence, he cleared his throat.
"Hey, I'm Eriol." Soon the others had their attention upon her.
"Takashi. Wassup?" He even gave her one of those 'Yo. Wassup.' nods.
"Hey girl. I'm Rika. How you feeling?" She seemed to be nicest out of the group.
The Bitch merely scowled at her and grunted. Sakura chose to ignore her.
"Hey. I'm Sakura."
Their eyes opened in realization; Sakura Kinomoto. No wonder the girl looked so familiar. It was Rika who decided to point the fact out.
"…You're the girl who robbed Syaoran."
The truth seemed to dawn on Sakura as flashing images flooded her mind. Now she knew where she had seen them! These were Syaoran's friends! What were they doing here? Were they here to bust her? But before she could even ask these questions, the door opened. Syaoran was the first person to walk in. Behind him was a female, Tomoyo?
What was she doing here? Why did it seem as if Sakura had been frozen in time and missed everything? Syaoran seemed to be in silent exchange with his friends. Sakura saw him give the faintest nod and as if on que, the four stood up and left the room without a backward glance. Syaoran, who hadn't even bothered to spare her a glance shot Tomoyo a sharp look and left himself. Tomoyo stiffened under his gaze. When it was clear they were gone, she released a sigh, suddenly looking tired.
"Are you okay, Sakura?"
Sakura nodded lightly. "I'm fine Tomoyo. Who were they?"
Tomoyo pursed her lips, carefully choosing her words.
"I'm not allowed to tell you Sakura. Let's just say you're in deep shit. Why do you always get yourself in these situations?"
Sakura panicked, dread growing in her stomach.
"Did those people tell on me? Did they call dad?"
Tomoyo shook her head.
"Syaoran told the school to drop the situation. But," Sakura sighed in relief. She was safe then, nothing to worry about. Tomoyo continued. "Just watch out Sakura."
Then she left too. Sakura sat alone, listening to the ticking of the clock and wondering what Tomoyo meant. Watch out for what?
Much to Sakura's luck, she had been excused from her classes the whole day. The pros were skipping Ms. Suzuki's lecture and Math class. The cons were having to sit in the nurse's office the whole day. Sakura was bored out of her mind! You probably would be too if there was nothing to entertain you for eight hours but a ticking clock. So imagine Sakura's surprise when the last period bell finally rang. Immediately, Sakura grabbed her bag and jogged through the soon-to-be-filled halls and through the doors.
Sakura breathed in the fresh crisp air. Free at last. It felt so good to finally be out in the open. Sakura plopped onto a patch of grass and waited for Tomoyo. It was their usual meeting spot. True to her word, the doors burst open moments later, eager teenagers plowing through the doors and ready to begin their day. Hanging out at the arcade, dates, you know, all that stuff teenagers did. Tomoyo came out just seconds after the first mob. Sakura's expression lit up visibly as she waved her friend over. Tomoyo gave a small smile at the warm greeting she received, but trudged rather slowly toward Sakura. What was up with her friend today?
"Hey Tomoyo! I'm so glad to finally be out here!"
Tomoyo nodded in agreement, her smile faltering when she heard roaring and hooting a distance away. Her gaze snapped up towards the source of noise. When she found out what it was, she paled.
Within seconds, there were a dozen motorcycles in front of Tokyo High. The group consisted of both guys and girls, though each was wearing dark helmets so their identities remained unknown. They looked cool, important, and dangerous. They sat together, chatting idly, as if waiting for something; or someone. Gossip spread like wildfire, each person wondering who the unknown dozen were. Why were they there? What were they doing? One thing was obvious though, they were part of a gang. Each motorcycle consisted of a wolf emblem. Hmm, very stylish. That was when one girl yelled out,
"Oh my god. They're part of The Wolves!"
Sakura stared at the girl strangely. What were The Wolves?
Panic arose through the throngs of students. When a group of Wolves paid you a personal visit, the outcome was usually nothing to be proud of. Usually death, but let's pretend they didn't know that. Some of them actually ran for their lives. Others allowed their curiosity to run wild and they stayed to see what would happen next.
The school doors opened once more. This time, it was Syaoran. He wasn't alone though, he was never alone. Followed closely behind were none other than Eriol, Takashi, Rika and that bun-headed girl. Sakura still hadn't found out her name. They didn't seem fazed by the looks they were receiving. Apparently, according to the rumors, they were the new kids. Their previous school was unknown. Hmm…how mysterious.
They approached the motorcycles without an ounce of hesitance. People began whispering. Did you know that people whisper really loudly? You can actually hear every word they're saying. They just didn't realize it.
"Oh my god, I think that group has a death wish."
"Don't those idiots know who they are?"
That was what Sakura heard. So naturally, Sakura began to wonder the same. Well, if she knew what The Wolves were, it would help her a bit. Why was everyone so scared? Weren't they just normal people?
Everyone watched with baited breath as Syaoran continued his stride towards them. They watched as five of the men reached deep in their pockets. For what, guns? Were they going to kill the group? The tension increased dramatically. Then, Syaoran and his crew reached them. They bowed. Did you read that correctly? They bowed. A group of dangerous, assumed-to-be gangsters had just shown their submissive-y side to Syaoran. Um, what the hell was happening?
The chatter arose once more, and a few gasped when the bikers removed their helmets. Wow, not only were they tough, they were hot! Who knew gangsters could be hot? Usually on TV, gangsters were portrayed as scar-faced freaks with a billion guns and rotten teeth. What a nice surprise. They reached into their pockets once more and to everyone's astonishment, they threw them keys. Empty bikes seemed to appear out of thin air. Ah, so they were all together. Now it made sense.
It wasn't over though, not at all. The whole thing had just begun. In fact, it had barely just begun. The bun-headed girl began scanning the crowds, looking for someone; a prey? She stopped short in her direction and beaconed Sakura over. Or was it Tomoyo? Sakura's heartbeat paused for as long as it took the crowds to hush, about half a second. So who was the bun-head calling? The next thing she knew, Tomoyo had taken a firm grasp on her arm and begun leading her over. While walking through the crowds, Sakura heard,
"She's dead meat."
"-gonna kill her."
"-body in a river."
"Poor girl, wonder-"
"What'd she do?"
"-shouldn't have messed-"
"She was hot too-"
And then they were there. In front of the gang of seventeen people, seventeen people who looked equally dangerous. Okay, maybe Syaoran looked the fiercest, but that wasn't the point. So let's give Sakura a moment to fill in the blanks.
Syaoran really was in a gang after all. The gang was presumably called "The Wolves." Tomoyo had dragged her to them, meaning she had a connection with them. So Tomoyo was a gangster as well? And if Tomoyo really was a gangster, then what she and Syaoran had both told her the other day, really was true. Now if you add in the fact that Sakura had fought, cat-fought, tumbled, rumbled or whatever you wanted to call it, with Miss Bun-head, and she obviously was an important member; that meant they would want revenge. Therefore, if you add the two events, Gang plus Messing with a member equaled Death. Ah, Sakura understood it now.
But then again, Sakura couldn't help but feel a bit betrayed. Did Tomoyo want her to die or something? A tinge of fear coursed through Sakura. Anyone with a brain would be shivering. Would she not see the light of tomorrow? Would she be tossed carelessly into a river? Would she still have been alive if she hadn't messed with Bun-head?
Bun-head smirked. It was a devious look.
"You're dead."
AN: And that was chapter 4! Initiation: Part I. 8:14 PM, May 21, 2006.
Hopefully Initiation: Part II will be up soon! And please, please, please remember to review.
I have taken Miracles! off a hiatus. But I haven't had any motivation to write the next chapter. I'm so sorry! I really want to thank all the lovely reviews I received, and if any ideas pop-up, I'll definitely write it down.
I actually have Initiation: Part II written up. But, I've decided to hold it off and see how this chapter fares. I'll post the next chapter if or when I see that this chapter has met my expectations. So remember, reviews faster chapters. Thanks!
Until then,
Descension.