Summary: AU-She was kind and too forgiving. Everyone picked on her, beat her. She never seemed to hear them, but it was a heavy burden. What happens when she meets Syaoran, a seemingly ordinary bully? Will she forget the past, and move on? S/S

AN-Sorry for taking so long, but it's been busy, and finals are coming up! To a question asked by someone: yes, I have written before, but they don't turn out very good…but I've never written a CCS fic before! This chapter will probably be a little different, I'm gonna try it in Syaoran's POV!

"talking"

'thinking'

written/typed

flashback

Crystal Dropplets

By Dream4luv

Chapter 4-Waiting at her Door

The bell just rang. And that girl…….Sakura, is walking out the door and packing up her backpack with her pencils, pens, notebooks, textbooks, so on…

But whatever.

I slam a fist on her desk and she jumps, startled.

"We need to plan out hours for the volunteer work." I say.

"Yeah, we can do that tomorrow," she says quietly, keeping her eyes concentrated on her stuff. Does she think she's too good to look at me or what?

"No. We can't. We have to do it today, I'm busy tomorrow."

"I can't today, Li-kun, I have to do something after school."

I snort and glare at her. It's probably just an excuse.

"Just give me your phone number and address so I can find your house."

"B-but…well…ok."

She slowly takes out a sheet a crinkled sheet of paper and pen. She scribbles on the paper and hands it to me, and says quickly, "Don't come by today." Then she smiles, and hastily shuffles out of the room.

I'm just standing there, clutching at the sheet of paper.

Yeah right, like I'm gonna listen to her.

I pick up my stuff and hurry out of the room to use one of the school computers to locate her house.

Soon, I reach the Kinomoto girl's house. It looks normal. Light yellow walls, and a wall on the outside. Steps lead up to her plain brown door. To the side is a garden, the flowers don't look half bad.

I step up to the door and knock.

Stupid girl.

No one answers.

What the hell is she up to? The bitch.

I stand patiently next to the door.

And hours pass.

Where the hell is she?

Just when I'm about to leave, the girl comes home, looking like she could fall down dead any second.

I really don't care, though.

I didn't wait for nothing.

As she comes up the walk, she finally notices me leaning against the wall.

"Oh, Li-kun! I-I wasn't expecting you."

"Of course you weren't." I reply coolly.

"I'm sorry you had to wait, were you here long?" She asks.

"Just three and a half hours."

"Oh"

"Aren't you gonna let me in?"

"Um………I suppose," she trails off slowly, taking a key out of her pocket and slipping it into the keyhole.

Her face is so passive.

Why does she get to be so fucking happy! Stupid, stupid. She's so stupid! She doesn't deserve it. She has to have

Although I don't want to admit it, I'm jealous of her, how can she be so carefree all the time? Why does she smile because nothing's wrong! Because nothing in her life is wrong!

By this time, she has the door open, and she's holding it for me. I grunt and pass through the doorway.

Her house is clean. Nothing's anywhere.

But the very first thing I notice is that it's dark in the house. And it's quiet.

"Aren't your parents home?" I ask, breaking the sphere of silence.

"No." She answers quietly, putting her stuff on the table, and turning on the light. "So…do you want to start…?"

"Hmm"

She pulls out a chair for me to sit in, and then takes a seat herself.

I'm the one who's supposed to pull out the chair for her, but whatever, I've never been real big on manners and table etiquette anyways. Not since my dad died anyways. The family was always in a mess, and I was always finding any excuse to stay away from home.

"Ok, here's the deal, we go to the hospitals from 3:30 to 5:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. That way, we'll be done in 2 weeks."

"I…can't do it on Wednesdays, because……."

"Because?" I repeat.

"I work on Wednesdays, from 3:00 to 6:00."

"Well, that's easy, just quit your job!" I say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

She pauses and stares at me, not quite knowing what to say. "I can't, I need the money."

"For what? Shopping? Come on! You can lay off buying clothes for 2 weeks." I tell her. I mean, that's what all girls have jobs for right? Shopping and other girly stuff like that.

"I can't, I need it."

"OH COME ON!" I yell, losing my last string of patience, "GET OVER SHOPPING AND JUST QUIT YOUR STUPID JOB!"

"My family needs the money…" she says slowly, looking very unwilling to tell me whatever the reason is that her family needs the money. "I just can't."

"Yeah, riiggghhht." I say sarcastically, stretching my arms, and then folding them over my chest.

"I can't." She says more firmly this time but still looking uncomfortable about this situation. She sighs, and changes the subject, "Are you hungry? You waited for me so long, I'll go make some dinner…"

She quietly slips into the kitchen and I can here her banging cupboards and taking out plates and pots.

And then I here a crashing of glass, and a sharp gasp.

I hurry into the kitchen. I'm really not interested in being sued for murder…

As I peer into the kitchen, I find the girl rinsing her wrist and lower arm with cold water. Two shattered plates lie on the floor in pieces.

"What the hell just happened!"

She looks up at me with startled eyes, green eyes panicked. "O-oh, it's nothing." She stutters nervously. The only sound in the house is the running water. "D-don't worry about me. I just…dropped some plates, it was an accidental, no need to worry at all." She repeats in a cheerful voice.

I'm not stupid. I know something happened. Like I care. The girls such a clutz. "Whatever. I'm not worried." And I amble slowly out of the kitchen without looking back.

I sit in the living room, looking around the place. Where are her parents anyways? It's what? Almost seven? How late did they work…?

And then the girl stumbles out of the kitchen carrying two bowls filled with spaghetti.

It actually smells pretty good.

"Sorry," she apologizes, "I only know how to make noodles."

That's fine by me.

"Hnn." I grunt, trying to look like I normally do.

As she sits down to eat, I notice a really huge band-aid stuck on her wrist and parts of her lower arm. She probably cut herself when she dropped the plates or something.

The room's quiet. Neither of seems to want to say anything.

"So…" she starts casually, "Do you think you could…volunteer at the hospital on Tuesdays?"

A silence passes over us.

"I guess." I say reluctantly.

A smile of relief washes over her features. Didn't mean to make her happy, but I guess it's ok if I do it just this once, right? Besides, we'd be back at school tomorrow, and I can make her life miserable than…

AN: Sorry guys, if this chapters uneventful, but I'm really tired, and finals are coming up…so…yeah