I would like to apologise first for being late on updating. Basically I was just lazy so, forgive me? *puppy dog eyes* And as a WARNING there are quite some FOUL LANGUAGE here so I'm sorry if it bothers you. If you don't like it, don't read. There, that's all and please enjoy it ^^
I scoffed at the pitiful girls, fawning over him while he scowled and tried to elbow his way out of them. The pure reasons for their admirance was shallow. Did they even know his real personality? Have they ever thought that he may be a pathetic psycho bastard? Guess not. What they saw were purely on the surface and their own assumption of how he is.
Rolling my eyes, I continued my way into the campus and to my locker in block C, on the right of the main building which was facing the main gates. It was just my luck, that Li was heading towards his locker right down the end of the hall, making him needing to pass me, to get there. My ears were heavily damaged from the screaming of the girls and I prayed that I wouldn't be deft soon. The locker door slammed shut as I made a quick escape with my books almost falling out of my backpack and my sneakers squeaking noisily.
Operation-trying-to-sleep-without-the-professor-noticing was not going so well. Evrerytime the professor almost - and note the almost- glances my way I jerk back up from the slumping position I was in and then turned back into the lump of goo on the table when the professor's eyes headed the other way. I swear he does that to torture me! Why is the world so cruel? Its not my fault that Maths is so boring. I can hardly understand what he's saying. It's all Einstein's fault. Those squigglish thing on the whiteboard was not making any sense. Must be alien language. Hey, wait, maybe the prefessor is an alien in disguise! Huh… what am I saying… Oh forget it. I'll go back to sleep.
I am a double-major student in arts and psychology and those are the only classes I enjoy. Because of my night time job and the occasional fits from Nadeshiko, I don't get much sleep. Recently, I've taken a job in a book shop in central town. The job was mainly arranging books, sticking on the price tags, cleaning and sometimes, when the owner is away, being the cashier. It had helped a lot with the finances and the time was flexible so I can arrange it to fit with my uni schedule. So basicaly, during the day I worked in Book House( the book shop), in the evening I went back to rest and maybe help out a bit then, in the night was Peach and Punks.
"One gin&tonic ,please, with a dash of vodka, and another sweet sheery." The man infront of me said. He smelled strongly of alcohol and he was drooling, his eyes glazed over. Guess, I would have to tell Yuhinako-san about him. She's the manager and she'll deal with him. Maybe call a taxi for him or have the bouncers take care of him. In the end, the bouncer did their job. He was too hard to handle for Yu-san.
"One Cotton's Pinch Merlot please. Make it fast and I'll double the tips." Who does he think he is? As if I would care that much about his tips! How rude! I swear, men these days don't know anything about manners. Looking up, I instantly got sucked into endless amber eyes. So deep that the amber slowly turned to ochre yellow then light brown then a shade darker and darker until it was black. Slowly I noticed the other features. Straight nose, strong jaw, beautiful and soft lips that every girl should dream about smooching. It was Li Syaoran! Dear God, have I been sinning or have I done something that pissed you off badly? Cause I definitely don't deserve a luck so bad.
I quickly looked back down again and continued wiping the glasses.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going. I need it right now!"
I gritted my teeth and proceeded to prepare his drink.
" You're really slow you know. Speed it up."
I bit my lip so hard that it almost bleed and added a bit more whiskey than usual. Serves him right! I honestly think he has anger management problems but with his family background they should be able to find someone that can cure him. Maybe he's as sweet as a little lamb infront of his dear Mama. Tch!
Syaoran's POV
The moment the girl looked up, I saw the most perfect eyes I've ever seen. It was bright, sparkling emerald and changes shades everytime I look at it. As if it was magic. I was mesmerised and I felt my self melting into them, being pulled inside. It was a queer sensation. Finally I was brought back to earth when she broke eye contact. I started noticing her auburn hair with a few lighter streaks and her slim figure. She wasn't considered tall, about 165 to 170, about 3 quarters of a head shorter than me. I got a sudden urge to get to know her. Her name tag said Kinomoto.
" So, how old are you? You don't look a day over 16." She froze slightly before deciding to ignore me.
" Aw, come on. You do attend college or university don't you?" She continued ignoring me with utmost manners. I kept quiet and downed my drink in one gulp. Ugh, I grimaced before setting the glass countertop. Her eyebrows raised for a moment before the corner of her mouth twitch. So, she does have emotions. I glanced at my watch and felt my eyes nearly falling out of their sockets. It was 12 already! Mother's so going to kill me! I bid a hurried goodbye before rushing out of the pub towards my car, all the while pondering about the Kinomoto girl.
Sakura's POV
Thank god he's left. He wasn't the most pleasant company one could have. Well, except his fans which is practically the whole Asia and I could bet a few other western countries too. He's the heir to the world famous Li Enterprise, and he has started taking over the company so the papers say. His face is basically plastered to every front page. Imagine walking on the streets and seeing his flashy grin everywhere. Ew, I'll pass.
His presence made me itch all over. The rest of the night flashed by in a blur because all I could think of was that deep amber eyes of his. Damn! I sound like one of those obsessed fan girls of his. People like him would never notice people like me. We were meant to be invisible and humble while they ruled us like tyrant king and queens.
Well, tell you what, I don't like it one bit. In fact, I loathe it with all my heart. What's the deal with whether you wear latest fashion or have the beast abs in the whole school? What I wear is my choice and has nothing to do with them and besides, abs are so artificial. Though some may think them sexy.
The next day at school was hard too. I worked a very late shift last night, until 4.00 a.m. and classes started at 8.00 a.m. There was a basketball competition in the afternoon and the school was buzzing with excitement. I wasn't planning to watch cause I wanted to listen to lovely music in my later years so being deft was definitely not an option.
Li was the captain of the basketball and swim team. And always there are girls at the court or pool, salivating a whole pacific worth of drool. Seriously, I have begun to doubt the girls have dignity.
The bell rang and I quickly dashed to the other side of the campus which so luckily happened to be where my lecturing hall is. Shit, why did I oversleep again?
A sudden impact had my books flying out of my hand and me crashing to the floor. I heard some high-pitched screaming before the pain seared up my spine. " Sorry." I murmured as I hurriedly started gathering my books, ignoring the pain, alarm bells clashing deafeningly inside my head. Only some people can manage a scream like that.
"You filthy bitch! Look what you did to Mikaru-sama! Apologise!" someone screeched. I looked up and saw the school's evil Queen Bee a.k.a. the wicked witch of the west. Minus the hooked nose and the robes, she is everything like her. Ninato Mikaru. Leader of the evil pack of popular blonde dimwits Well most of them aren't really blonde and probably had a million plastic surgeries to have the basketball-sized fronts and long long legs. In short they are a bag of plastics plus their non-existence brains. Boys would fight over them.
" I said sorry already , ok?"
The books were stacked up already but it fell to the ground again as one of them kicked me from the back with her 8 inch heels. It hurt! Damn it! That was the place where Nadeshiko whipped me last night. I don't know how she could have managed to find my belt which I had hidden behind the ceiling. There were welts all over my body when she finished. Nadeshiko was very sorry and had bandaged them but they were still fresh!
I gritted my teeth to keep myself from crying out loud as I felt blood soaking up the bandages. Hot burst of pain invaded my senses as I stayed on the ground unable to couldn't move an inch. Someone from above my sneered.
" Now, beg. Beg Mikaru-sama to forgive you or you'll face things worse than hell!"
I wouldn't say it so they started hitting me. It hurt! Damn! It hurt. A scream escaped me as they slapped, kickedand hit some scars. Oh god, it was agony, my vision greyed and I felt horribly queasy.
" Beg!" I couldn't stand it. There was a limit to how much pain one could take so I exploded.
" You slutty bitches!" I screamed at them.
" What the fuck do you take me as? Huh? Just because you can go seducing the principal to keep yourself from being expelled doesn't mean that you can bitch me around! You assholes!" I almost laughed at the shocked look they gave me. Almost. Because the next second I had doubled over when the few scars near my right upper tight was hit. Their expresssions of surprise and fury were rewarding enough and it lasted me through the next few hit but, unfortunately wasn't enough.
In the end, before I could black out, they told me to beg and I had to. I couldn't afford to black out nor bear the excruciating pain anymore. The pain was horrible, wrecking through my body like a high speed train smashing my insides. So, I threw away my pride, dignity and begged.
" Please! Please! Forgive me. I was wrong! I was wrong! Please! Stop it. Please! I'm sorry." Tears fell and blood seeped from my countless wounds with each word I uttered to beg for my life. Pathetic.
" So, who's the fucking bitch now?"
" I am. I am! Please!" I whispered not much strength left.
The girls laughed hearing me plead repeatedly but then the laughter suddenly turned to squeals.
" Li-sama!"
" Oh my gosh! It's Li-sama!"
Just my luck. Another asshole. At least his presence helped me. I tried to get up while they were preoccupied but hissed when pain shot up my spine. I couldn't move, not without the feeling of getting hit all over again. After another few tries, I finally slumped back to the floor deciding on standing later when it would feel slightly better and trying to stop the tears and wiped away the blood.
The girls left after awhile –me, completely forgotten- with Li. I got up slowly and stumble my way to the restroom. When I had checked that there was no one, I locked the door and painfully shrugged out of the clothes. Looking into the mirror, I saw long deep wounds cris-crossing my body, oosing deep red liquid. Slowly, I took out a hankerchief, wetted it and cleaned my wound carefully, ignoring the pain when the wet cloth touched the welts. The girls sure knew how to use nails.
After I was done cleaning, I bandaged them up and settled on going straight to the next class. I think I would be able to though I really hope I won't faint in the hallway. In the afternoon, I called in sick to the manager of the Book House. She was gracious enough to not cut anything out of my salary since the shop's been doing good and told me to take a few days off. But I flat out refused. It's a principle thing, I earn my money not scratch it off easily.
Departing from the school, I took the bus home and immediately fell asleep as I hit the couch. Nadeshiko's scream woke me. I sighed as I got up and went to comfort her. She was trembling and sobbing while I held her in my arms and soothed her with strokes down her hair. Eventually she closed her eyes and her ragged breathing beacame regular. I tucked her in and staggered to the dingy bathroom. The pain had intensified and I was feeling light headed. The shower of warm water was agony to say the least and I took care to not cry out as the water cascaded down my body, stinging my injuries along the way.
Wrapped in fresh bandages, I made fried noodles for mum, then took off to the pub, hoping against hope that he would not be there. My stomach churned and I felt like vomiting and the dizziness was getting worse. Apparently my prayer wasn't enough.
" Hey." Damn.
