-1Blankets of droplets fell from ominous charcoal clouds. Wild gusts whipped dying branches about as sun dried leaves mixed with the dense fog to create a wall impairing the human sight.
Sight was what a group of mourners wanted taken away as they stood, watching two caskets descend into the empty graves waiting for them like two hungry mouths ready to swallow them whole. A priest whispered words of eternal life as women dressed in long black gowns sniffed and dabbed at their blocky, runny mascara. Their transparent veils smacked against their smudged faces as another gust washed over the somber land. Men stood strong and tall as they stared at the maple coffins lower deeper and deeper into the mudded ground. Solemn expressions plastered across their faces.
A young child stood in front of the depressing graves. Eyes void of any emotion. Dull in every way, shape, and form. The child's eyes were red and puffy with salty tears spilling from them adding to the moisture already on it's pale face. It's short auburn hair matted to it's face as a small pink bubblegum tongue poked out between two small red lickerish lips. The tongue swiped over the lips as the taste of bitter, salty tears and stale raindrops developed in it's mouth. It's small black dress was soaked and heavy as numb hands clenched the wet cloth. Small little feet hid in muddy black buckle shoes as they tilted toward the other for comfort. The child began to rock back and forth, back and forth.
A tall, slim man towered over the child as he rubbed it's back whispering comforting words of hope into it's little ear. The adults gazed down upon the child, pity flashing in their tear drop eyes. The old priest lifted his small, wrinkled hand into the air as it moved up and down, right then left making an invisible sign of the cross. Sobs of great sorrow erupted throughout the crowd as the casket hit the earth below them.
"Come Sakura, it's time to go" the tall man whispered to the child as he gently nudged the child away from the grave sight. He grabbed her tiny hand as they began their long walk toward his car. The little child held no response though, she just stared at the holes that took her parents away forever. In that single moment in time the child swore to never forgive the cruel world which left it orphaned.
A young teen shot up from her restless slumber. Sticky, salty sweat dripped down her face as her breathing came in short, tight gasps. Why?, she thought as she ran a shaky hand through her long auburn and black hair. Why do I keep having that nightmare? The teen squeezed her eyes tightly together. The shaky hand traveled to her eyes as she rubbed them gently trying to get the image of the dream out of her minds eye. She swung her thin, long legs over the side of the bed as she took her shaky hand away from her eyes and opened them very slowly.
Her dazzling emerald eyes twinkled in the pale moon light. Her porcelain skin glowed as an aura of holy beams surrounded her giving her an angelic air. Her flush, full lips were pulled into a slight frown as her full chest rose and fell with each passing breath.
She put her small hands behind her as they supported her body which rose slowly from the soft feather bedding. Her small silk nightshirt fell down to her slim waist. Her silk sleeping shorts swayed from side to side as she walked over to a medium sized window.
Crystal droplets ran down the smooth glass. A flash of lightening flickered as a roaring boom echoed throughout the world. A gust of wind pushed the trees around as the ankle length grass swayed with the pull of the gust. Amongst all this commotion the moon seemed to just watch. No clouds dared to block it's view of the world and the moon dare not miss a thing.
The young teen then walked away from the window across a fluffy midnight blue shag rug that contoured to her feet and squished between her toes. Dark mounds gave view to clothes clumped in a pile on the floor. Old guitar picks lay scattered around as discarded guitar strings winded into knotty clumps.
As the teen neared the door a small scratching noise attacked her ears. The high pitched rubbing came from the other side of her door which was hidden behind rock and metal posters. She continued to cross the room and came closer and closer to the door and offending noise. The gold knob came into view as she paid it no important notice. She grasped it and turned it making the click of the latch sound. When the door was only an inch away from the door frame a small bundle came bouncing through the crevasse.
"Kero" the teen childe as she continued to open the door. When the door was hitting the dark wall behind it she walked out the opening and strolled down the dark hallway.
The click of glasses rang throughout the now alive wear house. Men in their thirties sat around small wooden tables sipping on brandy and other alcoholic drinks. Some men passed out on table tops while others were asleep on the many couches.
The young teen walked through the large room that had black walls. The dim lights that hung over various areas illuminated the room. Loud music blasted from the small, wore out speakers of a little black radio. Princess 'erotic city' filled the room as the teen walked over to a long wooden bar.
"Charley I need money for lunch." the teen stated as she looked at an middle aged man strangely. "Why the hell are you listening to that?" She asked as she twisted her thumb over to the small radio.
The man chuckled as he rubbed his balding head. "I thought you always stole other kids money and I'm listening to the song because I like it." The man named Charley then walked over to the girl and pulled her black hood off of her head to reveal her shiny hair. "Why are you in such a mood today?"
The girl grunted as she pulled her hood back over her head shadowing her eyes. Her large black hoody hid her curves as baggy jeans sagged down to her middle butt. A thick chain wrapped around her leg to her pocket where her skull wallet was placed. "I'm not in a mood." The girl retorted as she reached around the man to grab a large jar that said 'Tips'.
Charley grabbed the large jar and handed it to her. "You sure seem to be in a mood." He said as he grabbed a glass from the bar and put it in a blue dish tub.
Sakura shrugged as she pulled twenty yen out of the jar. "I'm always like this." She said in a bored tone as she pulled her skull wallet out and placed the money in.
Just then the bar door opened as the sky continued to rain down on the land. Luke ran in the door way and slammed the door shut much to many of the drunken men's dislike. Luke ran up to Sakura and gave her a wet hug. "Hey girly, I came to drive you to school so you wouldn't get wet."
Sakura pushed Luke off her with a groan. "Well it looks like you failed, cause I'm wet."
Luke gave her a devilish smirk as he pulled her close again. "Might I inquire as to WHERE you are wet."
Sakura rolled her eyes and smacked him upside the head. "Perv." She mumbled as she started for the door. "I'll be late since I have that bullshit three hour."
Charley nodded and waved as Luke ran after Sakura and opened the door for her. "Alright, see you later." Charley yelled after them as a sigh escaped his lips. He knew today was going to be a bad day for her.
Syaoran looked outside the class window as the teacher droned on about Monk Sogi. The rain made rivers on the glass window. Syaoran would watch as two rivers would be made and would wonder which would reach the bottom first. So far all his picks had lost and boredom was creeping up on him.
Syaoran looked up at the board with a sigh as he watched the teacher point at the meanings behind the poem. Finding that to be more boring then his first activity he looked around the classroom. His eyes looked at what everyone was doing. Kazoo was sitting writing notes to her friends. His best friend Eriol was passing notes with his girlfriend Tomoyo who had a strong blush on her cheeks. Syaoran smiled as he thought about what Eriol could be saying to get such a reaction from her. His thoughts were broken when the teacher called upon someone to read.
Sakura stood and held her book in her hand. Everyone's eyes looked to her and most gave a hateful snicker. She clicked her tongue against her teeth as she read aloud; suzushisa wa, mizu yori fukashi, aki no sora. When she had read what was needed she sat back down in her chair with a thunk. Everyone's eyes returned back to the teacher.. Except for one.
Syaoran looked at the girl and remembered her from yesterday. He noticed that she had been forced to remove her hoody and wore a tight black T-shirt with some weird band on it. He looked her up and down and smiled. Not bad, he thought as he looked at her nice sized chest.
"Mr. Li"
He rested his elbow on the desk and looked at her face. She was pretty. She had emerald eyes that were hidden under thick lashes. Her lips were plump and when her tongue ran across them they seemed to turn a dark shade and glistened under the light.
"Mr. Li…."
And she had nice hair. He didn't like the dark streaks that were scattered throughout her hair but it was still nice. Syaoran looked back down at her boobs. She had REALLY nice boobs.
"MR.LI!" a ruler slammed down on his desk forcing Syaoran to jump out of his state. Sakura looked up from her rock magazine and looked over at the commotion.
"If you don't mind focusing on the lesson and less on Miss. Kinomoto it would be of great benefit to you." With that the teacher went back to his lesson but everyone went into a silent buzz about what the teacher had just accused Syaoran off.
"Did he just say Syaoran was staring at SAKURA!?!"
"No way, she is SO not cool."
"Dude, isn't that your boyfriend?"
Kazoo turned to the boy who had asked her that. She glared at him and looked back to her 'boyfriend'. He was looking down at his book looking completely normal but Kazoo KNEW something was with him. She ripped a piece of paper from her note book and began to write on it.
Syaoran looked down at the pink hello kitty paper that had just been thrown at his head. He looked up to see where it came from to see Kazoo nodding at the paper. Syaoran sighed. Shit, he thought as he opened the pink paper.
WHAT DID HE MEAN BY YOU STARING AT SAKURA!?!? WHERE YOU!?!?!
Kazoo's handwriting yelled at him as he picked up his pen to reply. He rolled his eyes at her note and began to write back. He watched the teacher and waited until he turned to write on the board to throw his note back to her.
I was not staring at her. I was just daydream and happened to be looking in her direction. I WASN'T Staring at her.
Kazoo snorted as she read that. She picked up her pink pen and wrote back. She then asked people to pass the note back over to Syaoran.
Yeah, well, you have been acting weird about her. I mean look at yesterday. Are you POSITIVE you were looking at her?
Syaoran shook his head. This is so stupid, he thought as he wrote back to her and threw the paper, not even looking to see it the teacher had his back turned.
"Mr. Li for that you will be joining me after school for three hours of enrichment." The teacher sneered as he once again went back to teaching. Some giggled at Syaoran as he laid his head down on the desk. Those around him heard a string of curses as he kept his had down for the rest of the class. When the bell rang for lunch Syaoran was the first up and out of the class room, his actions being watched by a certain emerald eyed girl.
Sakura watched him walk out of class. She had been watching him since the teacher said he was staring at her. She couldn't believe that mister football God himself would be staring at her. She snorted to herself. Like she cared if he was or not, he was gross. He was probably like all the other men in this school, brainless. She gathered her things and followed the stream of students out the door. She couldn't help but think to herself, what if he's different?
Eriol plopped his tray down on the table next to Syaoran. "Sucks to be you man." He then swung his leg over the bench as he sat next to his best friend.
Syaoran huffed. "Yeah, thanks for your support Eriol." He said sarcastically as he took a bite of his burger.
Eriol chuckled as he opened his energy. "I mean it could get worse. Kazoo could come over here and…" Just then a large smack rang out through the room as Kazoo had come up behind him and smack him upside the head. Syaoran turned to glare at the girl.
"What the fuck was that for!?!?" Syaoran yelled at her as he stood to look down at her.
Kazoo seemed unaffected by his change of position. "Namine' said she saw you staring at that piece of filths boobs." Kazoo put her hands on her hips and waited for Syaoran to respond.
Syaoran rolled his eyes at her. On the outside he showed annoyance, on the inside he was praying she would drop it so that he wouldn't get caught. "Namine' is full of shit cause I wasn't looking at her boobs." Syaoran said, his voice lowered as he noticed a crowd starting to listen in.
Kazoo pushed his shoulders. "She is NOT full of shit, she is my best friend and has no reason to lie. YOU on the other hand have EVERY reason to lie because you don't want to get caught." Kazoo continued to push his shoulders as she spoke.
Syaoran growled in annoyance and grabbed her hands as he pulled her out of the lunch room, everyone's eyes fallowing them as they went. Once they were outside Syaoran let go of her and backed her against a wall. "Look, I wasn't looking at her boobs. OK?" Kazoo folded her arms, still unbelieving. Syaoran sighed. "What do I have to do to convince you I'm not lying?"
Kazoo looked away from him and tapped her foot, a pensive look eating at her features. It's never good when she thinks, Syaoran thought as he waited for her to give him his sentence. He knew Kazoo wasn't very inventive. He either had to do something sexual for her or…
"I want you to trash her locker." Kazoo stated proudly as she smiled up at him. Syaoran shook his head KNOWING she would say that.
"Kazoo that is SO LAME. Everyone does that. Come on, how about I give you something we'll both enjoy." Syaoran wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down toward her face giving her a devilish smirk.
Kazoo, on the other hand, wasn't having it. "Why don't you want to do it Syaoran? Do you feel BAD for her?" Syaoran knew Kazoo was trying to be sneaky in asking if he had feelings for the girl. Why he was still with her he didn't know… oh wait, she was the hottest girl in school. Never mind.
"No, I just think it's stupid. Why do something stupid?"
"Because I asked you to do it. If you don't do it then you have feelings for her and I will NOT continue to date someone who loves a loser like her." Kazoo moved her head so that she was looking him dead in the eyes. "Are you with us or with her?"
Syaoran growled as he moved away from her. "Whatever." he then walked away leaving a steaming Kazoo.
Sakura sat in the music room, her guitar sitting in her lap. Her slim fingers plucked at the strings as the amp filled the room with the soft melody. The room was empty except for her and the lone instruments left behind as the students busied themselves feeding in the noisy cafeteria. The lone notes circled the room as Sakura's soft voice sang the words.
"Sai gou no kisu wa, tabako no fla vor ga shita, niga kute setsunai kaori…" Her voice was low as she sang to herself. She closed her eyes as she let the song take her over. She had always liked Utada Hikaru and had started to learn her songs. First love was the only one she knew on guitar and always loved to practice it. "Ashita no imagoro ni wa, Anata wa doko ni iru n dar.."
"You're holding that note out to long." a young man said as he leaned over the railing to where she was sitting.
Sakura turned with a glare but when she saw who it was he face softened and she actually smiled. "What do YOU know about this song Eriol?"
Eriol jumped down from the walkway and sat next to her. "I DO know how it goes cause you force me to listen to her CDs ALL THE TIME!!" He then took the guitar from her and started playing it. "So why aren't you in the café?"
Sakura leaned against the wall and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I could ask you the same thing. Don't you have to shake hands and make appearances? I mean we wouldn't what you losing your popular status by being here with dangerous me."
Eriol chuckled as he continued to play. "Yeah, well, the only person I can stand left to go have a fight with his girlfriend and I wasn't about to hang out with people I can't stand."
Sakura shook her head and tsk-ed him. "I don't see why you continue to parade around, wasting your time being popular."
Eriol paused in his playing to look at her. "As I recall you used to parade around with me."
Sakura looked away from Eriol. "Yeah, but that was a long time ago."
Eriol went back to playing, playing the song Sakura was just strumming. "It wasn't THAT long ago." He said softly as he looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. She was only a shell of what she used to be and it killed him to see it. He shook the feeling off as he leaned against the wall and got comfortable. "So will you be performing in the big band fest or is the world left waiting again this year?"
Sakura snatched the guitar from Eriol and stood to put it away. "Sorry but I plan to leave the world pinning for me." Sakura bent down and opened her case.
Eriol chuckled. "Tease." He said with a smirk as Sakura turned and stuck her tongue out. Just then the bell rang and Eriol stood with a grunt. "I guess I better get going. I wouldn't want to be late and be stuck with you in a three hour." Sakura threw a pack of strings at him that he caught and shacked at her. 'Thanks for these." Eriol then began to walk out.
Sakura clicked her case closed and three it over her shoulder as she chased after Eriol, "HEY GIVE THOSE BACK!!"
Author Notes: As you can see I changed this chapter and the rest of the chapters will be different too. I kind of wrote myself in a corner and just didn't like how the story was going so I changed it. :-D The song I used was First Love by Utada Hikaru… if I didn't make that obvious. I do not own that song. Also the poem was by Monk Sogi… I couldn't find the title but I liked it so I added it. Ummm… yess…. HAPPY READING!!