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Chapter Two

The homeroom teacher assigned Sakura to sit next to Tomoyo, in front of Syaoran. Everything is just like how it all used to be in elementary school, Sakura mused. As she picked up her pen to scribble down some notes that her Sensei had written on the board, she noticed how badly her hand was shaking.

"Sakura-chan. Are you feeling all right?" Tomoyo whispered, staring at her best friend and cousin in concern. No, I am not feeling all right. I know Syaoran hasn't forgiven me yet, and I'm having a nervous breakdown sitting in front of him. Sakura nodded.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

Syaoran's day wasn't going nearly as well as he wanted it to be.

During break, a group of girls threw a bag of pink confetti over his head and screamed in his ear, "HAPPY VALENTINE'S!" He went deaf for a few minutes.

During lunch, he rejected a total of 12 confessions. Yamazaki reminded him that he broke last year's record of 10. As they walked across the well kept lawns of Tomoeda High, he saw Sakura, sitting on a picnic cloth with Tomoyo, Rika and Chiharu. He clenched his jaw and looked away.

"You still haven't forgiven her." It was a statement, not a question. Syaoran stiffened. Yamazaki may be the class joker, but he wasn't weak when it came to reading emotions. "I don't know what you're talking about." Syaoran said coldly. Then he turned and walked back to school. Truth was, he knew exactly what Yamazaki was going on about.

He was just running away from his problems.

"What was middle school in Tokyo like?" Chiharu asked while chewing on an onigiri.

Rika frowned. "Don't talk when you're chewing, Chi-chan. It's…urgh. It's disturbing." Sakura grinned at her two friends. She had left Tomoeda for Tokyo for middle school due to an offer a school in the city gave her father that was too good to turn down, but she didn't regret her choice of coming back.

"Tokyo was a new experience, I guess. Everything was at a much faster pace. Middle school was a nightmare. Crammed full of snobs. I really missed Tomoeda. I missed you guys and…" She trailed off. And Syaoran. "And the school." She finished lamely.

Tomoyo glanced at Sakura and recognized hints of a forced smile. Her lunchbox had been left untouched during the whole time they had been talking. "Well. I'm glad you've decided to come bac-YAMAZAKI! Join us!" Chiharu yelled, waving madly at the boy standing a few yards away. The girls turned to watch Yamazaki jog over, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

They just missed the tall figure walking away.

Sato Fumiko was Syaoran's biggest fan in Tomoeda High. She was one year younger than him, and seven words described her perfectly: Bitchy Flirtatious Stalker with a Huge Ego. She had long honey blond hair and sapphire blue eyes, due to her western Mother. She was filthy rich and considered herself the most beautiful girl ever born.

Every photo of Syaoran that had appeared in the yearbooks had been cut out and framed. She stalked him in school and memorized everything she knew about him: from his birthday to his blinks per minute. She had made life hell for all the girls who had a crush on Syaoran, and labelled him as hers.

"Hi!" Fumiko had waited for Syaoran at the gates of the school. Syaoran glanced at her.

"Sato-san." She giggled.

"You can call me Fumiko, you know. Or Fumi."

"What do you want?"

Fumiko pouted. "You're no fun, Senpai."

"Right. Thanks for wasting my time. Bye." He turned to go, but was stopped by Fumiko, who had reached out and grabbed his shirt. This shirt is going in the bin, he thought.

"Wait! I…Please go out with me!"

"Don't you ever get tired of being rejected every Valentine's? No. I won't go out with you." He pulled his shirt away and started walking home. Fumiko glared at his retreating back. She had everything any girl would die for: looks, money, wealth. She was going to make him see how fitting she was as a girlfriend for somebody like him.

She would make him fall for her.

Katsu looked up at the sound of running footsteps. Sakura dashed out, muttering, "I'm late. I'm late…" He grabbed her by the arm.

"Hey. You're Sakura-chan, right?"

Sakura stared at the grinning boy in front of her. He was tan, and had spiky blond hair. His eyes were stormy grey, and her eyes were drawn to them immediately. He wore a thick leather cord with a pendant of a dragon, twisted around a red orb, and a ring shaped like a serpent, curled around his finger. He had a piercing on the cartilage of his ear, and a tiny skull dangled from it.

"Uh…yeah. I'm Sakura."

"Takeda Katsu. I'm in your homeroom." He held onto her arm, his eyes boring into hers. "Are you dating anyone?"

Sakura strained against his hold. "Sorry. I'm in a hurry."

"At least tell me your phone number." He winked at her. She had a feeling that he would never let her go until she gave him her phone number. Sighing, she dug out a pen with her free hand and scribbled it down onto his palm. He smiled and leaned in.

"Happy Valentines," he breathed into her ear, before leaning back and letting go of her arm. She stumbled backwards and hurried home, confused. Smirking, Katsu pulled out his phone and flicked it open. He opened the contact list. He stored Sakura's phone number under the one of his ex-girlfriend. Tomoyo Daidouji.

Time to catch his new prey.

I know, I know. This chapter is a bit short. Gomen!

I'll update soon!

Ja ne!