Nerd?...or undercover agent Beauty?
Hi my name is Chica this is my first fanfic hope u all like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or the characters except some I have made. Also it's my own storyline! NO MAGIC! I HAVE ALSO USED SOME CHARACTERS BY LITTLE WOLF LOVER (if your looking for great stories to read check hers out there fantastic!)
Full Summary: Sakura, once a beautiful and cheerful girl. She had it all, friends, popularity and most of all a loving family. When her family was unexpectedly murdered she changed her look. Now she is a nerd with no friends but Tomoyo Daidouji and Eriol Hiiragizawa. The only one who knows her secret is Tomoyo, her best friend and distant cousin; and Eriol another friend. Sakura was adopted and 1 year later had to move to America. When she returns 7 years later with a new look what will everyone think? Do they even know it's her? She hides a big secret from the world, what is it? Sakura a cold girl is now back in Japan for her last year of University and revenge for her family. What will happen? What happens when there is someone out to kill her? Who will help her when she is down? Read and find out!
Key:
"….." talking
'…..' thoughts
Italics….Italics character action
(….) me talking
--FLASHBACK-- start of flashback
--END OF FLASHBACK--
Li Syaoran and Kinomoto Sakura
Meilin Li and Jamie Chan
Daidouji Tomoyo and Hiiragizawa Eriol
Sasaki Rika and Yang Alex
Yanagisawa Naoko and Ling Mika
Mihara Chiharu and Yamazaki Takashi
Hi everyone Chica here! I want to thank everyone for there reviews! They were so sweet! I really luved them! Thank you all!
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--IMPOTANT--
Okay I know you all must hate me considering the fact that I haven't updated in about a year. Also as much as I don't want to, you all deserve an explanation as to why I didn't. This last year has been very difficult for me, I've been faced with the death of many people close to me. I have also been having family troubles, more the usual. I have also been to the hospital a couple of times for reasons I don't wish to say. School is also a big burden right now, with trying to keep my friends and work, teachers constantly hounded at me, and asking me questions about what's wrong and stuff. Every time I sat down to write the next chapter I always stopped. I don't know why, I just couldn't. For this I am truly very sorry. I know these reasons aren't all that bad at all and I should have updated, but I will from now on. I hope that all my reviewers out there forgive me. I'm sorry lil onez! sigh Anyways I shall shut up about my life currently lol and continue with the story!
Chapter 7
"Well Sakura is going to be alright, she still has a fever but its progressing well. You're lucky, if you called me a little later she could have been seriously ill," explained the doctor. Looking the distressed parents he felt really sorry for them.
"Give her these medications twice a day, once in the morning and once before she goes to sleep. Make sure she gets enough bed rest as well, that means no over doing it, actually if possible the less she exercises the better."
Anita and Richard listened intently to the doctor, but couldn't help but feel that they wanted him to leave. He had already told them how Sakura was and now kept on blabbing pointless things. They just wanted to see their daughter.
"Thank you doctor," said Anita appreciatively, "exactly how long will it take for her to get better?" she asked glancing between the doctor and the door that led to Sakura's room.
"Well it depends on how long her fever stays, but I believe that she'll be feeling a lot better in a week. Just keep her on the medications; the details are all on the bottles. I must be going now, good day."
"I'll show you to the door Dr. Hemmings," said Richard turning back to his wife he nodded at her, "go in, I'll be back in a minute," he smiled warmly.
"Let's go doctor, the door is this way," said Richard leading them both downstairs towards the entrance. "Thank you again Doctor".
"Oh it's no problem at all Mr. Yumi, it's my job, farewell," and with that he proceeding out the door, heading for his car.
Upstairs a woman cried both in pain and relief looking at her daughter's pale face. She looked so vulnerable yet at peace. Reaching her hand out she touched Sakura's cheek, caressing it lovingly, ignoring the heat that radiated off it.
Two arms circled around her and a warm and safe feeling washed over the mother. "She'll be okay, I promise. Sakura's a fighter, something like this won't ever bring her down," assured Richard, looking down at his wife.
Anita just remained silent, her husband was right, he was always right. Sighing she wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up, bringing Richard along with her.
"Come let's go make ourselves a cup of coffee, Sakura will be fine but she needs rest and quiet," said Richard gently pulling Anita out of the purple walled room. Sighing she obliged.
She was somewhere in the darkness, it was so soothing that she wanted to stay their forever. But once again her happiness was cut short; a voice was calling to her, telling her to wake up. The darkness in once she rejoiced in started to fall apart and a bright white light emerged.
Shutting her eyes from the painful glow, the voice got louder and louder. Finally she opened her eyes again. Instead of meeting a bright light or darkness, she was met with concerned looking brown eyes.
"Finally you're awake, you've been asleep for more then a day now, it's already Sunday," said Anita.
Groaning Sakura closed her eyes again. Where had the darkness gone? She wanted it to return, she had felt so right there.
"Honey come on, no going back to sleep, you need to eat something then take your medicine," gently touching Sakura's arm and hoisting her up.
Anita picked up the tray she had set down on the night table and put it in Sakura's lap. A warmth covered Sakura and the smell of soup filled her nostrils.
Looking down Sakura saw a tray full of foods; there was soup, crackers, fruits and even some chocolate pudding.
Even though she disliked the fact she was adopted, Sakura was very grateful to them. She could see they loved her and cared for her like a real daughter. But she just wasn't ready the let go of her real parents yet.
"Come on sweetie, don't look at me like that, you have to eat before the soup gets cold. Here," said Anita bringing the spoon up to Sakura's mouth.
She blinked as if coming out of a trace, looking down slightly she saw her mother holding up a soup filled spoon to her mouth. Slowly she opened her mouth and welcomed the warmth. Swallowing she replied.
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me, I'm just glad you alright, you had us both scared to death," came the reply, gently feeding Sakura more of the appetizing soup.
Sakura could see now that she did have them worried. There were dark circles under the mom's eyes. Her face looking tired and worn, it looked as if she had aged many years in just a couple days.
The rest of her meal was ate in silence, the only soups coming from Sakura's chewing and slurping of the soup, which she was still being fed by Anita.
Once she was done she took her medicine, luckily they were pills and not the gruesome liquids she use to take when she was younger.
"There you go, now you can go back to sleep and rest, if you need me I'll be downstairs, all you have to do is yell okay?" Anita helped Sakura lie down again; covering her with the blankets to make sure she stayed warm.
Turning Anita was just about to leave when a warm hand grabbed her hand. Looking down she saw that Sakura was clutching onto her hand.
Sakura saw that her mother was gazing at her questioningly; "I'm sorry," her voice horse from not havening used it in a while.
Sakura hoped that her mom knew what she was sorry about and one look at her face told her that she knew.
Tears welled in Anita's eyes; gently she bent down and tenderly kissed Sakura's cheek. She knew what Sakura was saying sorry about. It was about how she had been acting since she got here. About how she treated them and about making both of them worry.
"Its alright, I know it must be hard for you. Just…just," a tear fell from Anita's eyes and she breathed in deeply trying to get her voice under control. "Just take all the time you need, now sleep," she smiled warmly through her blurry eyes.
Nodding Sakura closed her eyes, listening to her mother leave the room and shut the door behind her. She didn't know what came over her, but at that moment she felt content. She felt really horrible by the way she was treating her foster parents.
They had taken her in and gave her a roof, a shelter, home, and most of all a family. It may not be her real family but it was something.
She felt compelled to apologize about her behavior; she could see the pain she caused them. It wasn't that she hated then, no they were very nice people; she was just having a hard time accepting them.
And Anita understood that, 'just take all the time you need'.
Drifting off to sleep a little piece of Sakura's heart came together, she really respected them now.
'I promise to treat them as my…as IF they were my real parents… besides mother, father and brother would have wanted it this way. I miss you all, I won't let you down.'
With that in mind she let sleep over take her into the land of dreams or in the case nightmares.
Downstairs Anita was crying tears of happiness, telling her husband or the conversation the only took place moments before. Even Richard let a tear fall form him eyes, his daughter was finally coming to accept them. He could fulfill his best friends dying wish. 'God bless his soul'.
A week passed by agonizingly for Sakura and she grew more restless by the hour. She loathed being on bed rest, but what she hated more was that she couldn't work out.
Tomoyo came over everyday giving her the homework she needed to complete. 'Urrg… you'd think teachers would be more lenient if you were sick but noooo……'
Sakura was also told that the gang was asking about her and how she was. But what surprised her most of well was when Tomoyo told her that Li…LI had asked where she was.
The arrogant prick and self-centered bully had asked about her...HER! He was probably angry that he didn't have his daily dose of pick on Sakura. Yeah that was it. He wouldn't be concerned on her well being; nope, Li doesn't even have feelings like concern. Cold hearted bastard thought Sakura.
Sighing she looked down at her English assignment, Ms. Hunter was a weird one. Lately it seemed that everything they were doing was related to her. I mean first a project on life and now she had to write a poem on anything she chose.
Does Ms. Hunter know that I love poetry? Does she know about my life? Is she doing this on purpose or this is all just a coincidence?
Questions bombarded Sakura's head yet no answer came. Finally deciding that she was being paranoid she decided to focus on the assignment on hand.
She smiled this project was going to be effortless; she already had the perfect poem in mind.
--Monday—
She was late again, hurrying down the sidewalk she ran towards school.
Sakura was wearing blue jeans today; they were quite baggy which was making it hard for her to run. She had on a black Rip zone t-shirt they didn't give away her figure at all.
Her arms were filled with bracelets of various kinds. Some had spikes and studs, while others were chains; in total she probably had on about fifteen bracelets on each arm. Her fingers also consisted on rings, wearing six rings in totally, three on each hand.
She was wearing silver hoops in her ears, and a silver choker. Her makeup was plain today; she only had on thick black eyeliner and lip gloss. She also dyed her hair black again since the dye she put on before washed out.
Entering the school she scurried down the hallway making her way to the English classroom. Standing in front of the closed door she paused to catch her breath, and then boldly made her way into the room.
It was just like always, head turned to stare at her, crude comments could be heard from those who disliked her. But she just ignored them and focused on getting to her seat, then diverted her attention to the teacher.
"Thank you for gracing us with you presence Ms. Yumi," exclaimed Ms. Hunter, she was obviously in a good mood. "I'm glad that your back, hope you feel much better," she smiled sincerely.
Sakura just nodded in response. She could feel the stare of someone on her back. She knew who it was, who else would glare at her like that.
Syaoran just stared at the back of her head, he was really curious. Ever since last week Yumi plagued his mind. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to know what had caused her breakdown last week.
When he had come to school the following Monday, the first thing he noticed was that Yumi was not in class. He shook his head for even caring or thinking about her. But as the week went by she never showed up for school.
He couldn't help himself from wondering, and soon all he thought about was the nerd. As much as he tried not to he couldn't help it.
On that week he had even asked Daidouji where Yumi was. He even went as far as asking if she was alright. Now that was just wrong! As soon as the words slipped from his mouth he wished he could take them back.
When Daidouji asked why he wanted to know, he quickly came up with a cocky comment, saying that he missed his favorite victim. He remembered laughing along with his friends cruelly. Now that he thought about it his laugh sounded utterly fake.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he tuned into what the teacher was saying.
"Now as I was saying before I was interrupted, I really enjoyed all your poems and I've decided that I want you all to read them in front of the class."
Gasps and groans could be heard throughout the classroom. Some were overjoyed while the other dreaded reading there poems to their peers.
Sakura filled the groaning group, in fact if she had known they'd have to read the poems to the class, she would have written something entirely different. She seriously didn't want to read her poem to the class, no she couldn't read it to the class, they wouldn't understand.
Oh man what am I going to do? Damn stupid random teacher! Maybe she'll forget about me since I haven't handed it in yet. She looked down to the sheet of paper on which her poem sat wishing it would just disappear.
One by one kids went up and read the poetry; some were about nature, other about love and romance. Many times giggling could be heard from the students as they realized who the poem was about.
Her full attention came in tact when she heard the name she loathed to pieces.
"Syaoran Li, you poem please".
Getting up he slowing made his way to the front, taking his poem from the teacher he turned around to face the class. By the look on his face I could tell he was dreading to read his poem as much as I was.
Clearing his throat Syaoran began to read. (A/N: This poem is actually by "Angel in Disguise" © her stuff is copyrighted)
What Do You Do
What do you do when the pain is so overwhelming
That you don't know how much more you can take
What do you do when everything you are
Is everything that you hate
What do you do when you need to escape
From reality and everything around you
What do you do when you've lost all strength
And your tempted to make that fatal mistake
What do you do when all odds are against you
And everyone's expecting you to fail
What do you do when you've let everyone down
And there's no one willing to rescue you
What do you do when your sitting in your room
With a needle in your hand
Drugs are so easy to obtain
And their so quick to make you forget
What do you do when you feel like being high
Is the only option that you have
What do you do when you've lost all strength to fight it
Especially when you know that you don't want to go back
What do you do when you scream for help
But no one hears your cries
What do you do when all hope is gone
And everything inside you wants to die
What do you do when you feel like
There's no point in living another day
What do you do when you know that if you end it all now
You'll never again have to feel this way
Finally finishing his poem, Syaoran looked up only to see the eyes of every student looking at him in weirdly.
"What," hissed Syaoran, "got a problem with it?" he growled, raising an eyebrow as if daring anyone to question him.
He steadily made his way back to his seat and sat down. Immediately the room filled with chatter, students talked about anything….anything but the poem they just heard. It was so unlike the popular boy but no one could deny the fact that it was great.
More students went up and suffered the agonizing stares and murmurs of their peers. At last every student had presented his or her poems, except one.
"Ms. Yumi, I believe you are the last one to present. Do you have your poem with you?" asked the teacher staring at one of her brightest students who was absent for the previous week.
Regretfully Sakura nodded her head and stood up. She could feel the gazes of everyone on her and hear the occasional whispers. She suddenly has the urge to just bolt out of here. But she wouldn't, and since when did she care what other thought of her?
Walking leisurely she advanced to her doom. Turning to face her class with paper in hand she took a deep breath and recited. (A/N: This is one of MY poems. My stuff is also copyrighted. © AK 2005. Also if you are going to use my poem message me. But just don't take it. Thanx.)
Take Me Away
Why do I cry?
Night and day
Won't you take my hand?
Take me away...
Unleash me from my pain
Free me from my fears
Grant me a life
Where I shed no tears
Just take my hand, and hold on tight
For if you let go, I may never see the light
Darkness dwells in the depth of my heart
And bit by bit, tares it apart
The sounds of sorrow, the sounds of pain
It's all to much, I can't handle life's touch
Why did it have to be this way?
I'm an empty shell, broken and torn
Covered by a mask, that covers my past
Darkness chews, eating me inside
Yet I tell no one
I just run and hide
Tears flowing freely down my once cheerful face
My heart beating rapidly, quickening with each pace
Eyes darting from left to right
Searching for someone, to make things alright
And you wonder why I cry
And you wonder why I scream
When I whimper away in fear
Or try to run away from here
Don't tell me that you did not see
The tears upon my face
Don't tell me that you did not care
of why my heart would race
So why did you ask
Even though you knew
About my past
Like you had no clue
If its answers you want
Then answers you shall receive
But let me warn you
Understanding is not easy
This is how I am...
A girl;
That cries
Night and day
Wishing for someone to take her away
Take me away...
Her voice faded as the poem came to an end, looking up she saw the class staring at her. Some even went as far as their mouths hanging open. Sarcastically she thought 'so this is how Li felt…jeez can they be any less obvious'
She wanted to glare at them all, and that's exactly what she did. 'Screw the petty scared girl act'. Then she got and idea, smirking, yes smirking she ask a very simple question that the class had heard minutes before.
"What," she hissed venomously, "got a problem with it?" she asked in question. Stomping she made her way to her desk and sat down turning her head towards the window and ignoring the world around her.
Surprised faces were plastered on almost every face in the room. One the school nerd had just written a fantastic yet sorrow filled poem. Second she had just glared at them all with such venom that some were freaked. Who knew she had it in her, she was always known to be the scared shitless geek.
Chatter erupted and people started talking, there whispers as loud as elephants, there stares as obvious as the day they were born. Slowly though the babblings of the students changed from the poem they just heard to random things.
All simply not heeding the message which was just given to them from the outcast girl known as Sakura. It wasn't important.
Yet one boy did pay attention, he did understand the message and it made his curiosity grow ten folds. Syaoran pondered the meaning of the poem, it was so deep. He stared at the back of her in question. She was hiding something, something big, and he wanted to know what it was.
Now that he thought about it, she was always a little strange from the beginning of the year there was something about her. This air that traveled around her was always sullen seeming, like she was carrying a huge burden, one which only she knew of.
Shaking his head he shoved these thoughts out of his mind. As much as he wanted to know the story behind Sakura Yumi, he couldn't. She was a nerd, an outcast; he couldn't just randomly start talking to her. He had been mean to her since the first day he started at this school; he couldn't just go up to her and say, '"Hi, you know me right I'm the one who always taunts you, Syaoran Li. Well anyway I was wondering if we could put all that behind us and start fresh. And while you're at it maybe you could tell me why you're so secretive?" Yeah that would go real well' he thought sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"Class quiet down!" shouted Ms. Hunter. She waited till everyone settled down in there seats then began talking once again.
"All of your poems were outstanding; I have to say this is the best class I ever taught. Anyway just before the bell rings I'd like to remind you all once again to practice for the talent show, its in only two weeks," she exclaimed putting an emphases on the two weeks part to try and convey the importance.
The bell rang and students filed out, heading towards their next class.
"Oh Sakura could you please come up here for a moment," said Ms Hunter.
Sakura was almost out the door when she heard her teacher call her. Sighing she walked back to the teachers desk.
"Yes?" asked Sakura in question.
"I was wondering if you've decided what you'll be doing the class talent show, I need to know now so I can fit you in. But let me warn you, you might be the last to go up since I'm pretty sure the order of performances has already been made."
Thinking Sakura replied.
"I'd like to sing if that's alright"
Ms. Hunter smiled, "That's a wonderful idea, some other students are also singing but it's great to see a variety of singers," she said thoughtfully writing down what Sakura would be doing on a sheet of paper.
"Any way's you'd best hurry to your next class and make sure to practice"
Sakura nodded and practically ran out of the classroom to her next class which was with the dreaded Mrs. Wangari.
School went on like the torture it is but strangely there were no encounters with Li today. She wondered what was up.
Entering the house the smell of fresh baked cookies filled her nose.
"Sakura honey welcome home," said Anita ushering her into the kitchen for some milk and cookies.
Richard also sat at the kitchen table eating. Sakura noticed they both looked a bit apprehensive.
"What?" she questioned.
"Sakura we need to tell you something very important," said Richard.
Sakura wondered what could be so important that made them both look so tense. "Okay," she said sitting down in the chair.
Sighing solemnly Richard spoke the dismaying news.
"Sakura honey, I won't beat around the bush so here it is: were moving to America at the end of April," he said seriously waiting to see his daughters' reaction.
Sakura just stared and stared, when she didn't answer Anita decided to continue.
"Of course you'll be able to finish your year of high school, but you'll be continuing your studies in New York. There is a wonderful school there and I'm sure you like it and make new friends—
She couldn't finish because she was cut off by an angry voice.
"What? Moving? No, I refuse to move, this isn't fair," exclaimed Sakura. She wouldn't cry, no she'd wait till she was by herself in her room.
"Sakura we know this is hoard for you but we'll help you," explain Richard.
"Help me? Help me! You think by taking me away from my home, my life here, that you're helping me? Your wrong, I'm not going to leave and you can't make me."
She knew she sounded childish but she couldn't help it, everything was so jumbled up inside her head from this piece of information. Without waiting to hear what her parents had to say she fled from the kitchen and up to her room, making sure to slam her door loudly.
"I knew this wasn't going to go well with her," said Anita sadly, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
Richard just remained silent.
Upstairs Sakura let tears fall. How could they even ask her to move? She couldn't move, not until her mission was complete. And move at the end of April, without even finishing her school year. This was absurd.
Lying on her bed, she thought for hours on end, and finally came to a conclusion. Heading downstairs and into the family room Sakura stood in front of her parents and spoke defiantly.
"I agree to move to New York with you guys".
AN
Well that's its folks! Here is the chapter you have all been waiting too long for. I'm sorry I took forever…literally. Hope you all liked it. Also if you have and suggestions or find any errors please do tell. Please Read and Review. Thank you all! Also to all my readers who have waited so long make sure you read the important notice on top of this page. Bye!