Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Let Me Be Your Wings ❯ Living the life ( Chapter 1 )

A/N - Kira: Yep, this is one'a those fics that you do with another person... forgot how it's called. Well, anyways, I'm writing this one with my buddeh-buddeh, Sab! She's also Tachikawa IVIimi, a great author! n_n Well, this idea is from the movie The Sweetest Thing, but a lil' bit different. Hope ya like! Oh, by the way, I'm writing this chapter and Sab will be writing the next one. Like that, get it? Enjoy it, jaa!

LetMeBeYourWings

Chapter one - Living the life

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Sakura Kinomoto walked with an air of grand superiority surrounding her. The most admired and popular girl known in the school grounds of Tomoeda High School. She was the best, and she knew it. She had been for the past three years, and she wasn't planning on giving up her reputation and title any time soon.

Her body was slim, fit, and perfect in anyone's eyes. Hair the color of fresh honey, flowing down past her shoulders like waterfall of silk. Eyes the deepest of green; you could get lost in those eyes just as you could get lost in a forest. Her face was flawless, creamy white texture that brought out anything else that was the opposite color. She never needed make-up, so she never used it. Whatever she chose to wear, everyone loved; no matter how much people may have actually not liked. Yes, she was perfect, and she knew it. Even her grades matched her being. Class Victorian, and not to mention a suck-up to the teachers.

Of course, with every popular girl, comes a popular boyfriend.

"Hayatou, it has to end. I'm really sorry, but I can't go on with you anymore with out being true to myself. But, it's me, not you, so don't worry yourself so." That was Sakura's usual line that ended yet another relationship with yet another guy.

This particular flavor of the week was Hayatou Kuro. He takes classes with Sakura and they casually met up one day. He looked like a kind boy. Strawberry blonde hair that the girl's died for; strands of his hair always fell across his light gray eyes that would drive any girl to the end of the world just to have the chance to brush them away.

But Sakura, of course, never saw more than a pretty face.

"But, Sakura, I don't understand. Things were going great," The boy looked pleadingly to Sakura, not wanting to lose her at all.

Sakura turned around and drew in a breath, "Don't make this harder than it already is, please. I'm going to go now. Please, forget about me and find someone better." And with that she began walking towards her locker.

"But, Sakura, you are the best!"

`Thanks for the reminder, pretty boy, but I already know that.' Sakura chuckled and reached her locker just as a girl came walking towards her.

"Hey, Sakura, what's new?"

Sakura shifted her gaze to the girl next to her and her plastic smile gave off into a heart-felt one. "Tomoyo, hey. Nothing much is new, I just dismissed Hayatou."

Tomoyo was Sakura's best friend ever since she first arrived. Their friendship held something special, and they knew it ever since they hit it off. Tomoyo was a dark-haired beauty. She was very pale, but not in a sickly way. It contrasted with the violet of her eyes, making her eye-candy for anyone. She was just as beautiful as Sakura, but that was not the only reason they're the best of friends.

Tomoyo sighed and shook her head, "Broke yet another guy's heart, I see. I wonder when you'll be considerate of other people's feelings, Sakura. They're humans, too."

But Sakura wasn't paying attention to Tomoyo's weekly lecture she gave right after she broke up with a guy. Sakura finished up gathering her books for the morning classes, and turned to Tomoyo, "Ready to go?"

Tomoyo glanced at the direction of particular boy down the hall. "Um... actually, Sakura, I'll meet you there. I sort of want to walk with Eriol, alright?"

Sakura smiled and nodded, "Sure, I'll see you there." She watched as her friend ran off to her boyfriend, Eriol, a dark blue-haired boy who wore glasses and actually looked good.

Sakura then bounded off to classes, waving to a few people along the way as a habit. She then spotted a mop of auburn colored hair and instantly recognized him as Syaoran, the outcast of the school. Though he was handsome and had the features of a wolf, he still seemed pretty peculiar. For one, he was alone no matter where he went or was. He was always observing people from afar, and it really frightened her. When he looked at her, she felt exposed to him, like he could somehow look straight through her and figure her out.

She never liked his steady gaze, and yet there he was, his eyes fixed on her like she was the most interesting being in the world, the easiest person to figure out.

Sakura eyed him for a moment, before turning around a corner where she took a second to breathe again. Damn him.

To maybe find relief, she began laughing quietly to herself at being so paranoid. Why would she be thinking all of that? The boy is just a freak. `Yes, that's it... pfft, what's there to figure out in me, anyways?' She then couldn't help but smile, "A cute freak."

Sakura made her way into her first period, Science class. She always liked this class; the most attractive guys were always there, and she always learned something new. Like, whose heart she would play with next. Well, she thought it was educational.

Her eyes roamed over the mass of people until she stopped at a particular person. It was Syaoran. She quirked an eye brow, observing as he ripped off a piece of paper from his notebook and began scribbling something onto it. She was even more surprised when he flicked it over from his desk, to hers.

He flashed a small smile to her direction and turned his attention back to the class. Sakura, overwhelmed that she did not have to make the first move, tried not to look so anxious by taking her sweet time opening the folded paper. Her eyes quickly scanned what it had written, as she read in her mind, `Ms. Kinomoto, please don't stare at me as if you're expecting me to talk to you out loud. Just speak to me when we are alone... or at least outside a class room. Besides, it is rude to stare.'

Her mouth dropped slightly at the words. How dare he talk to her like that? Or... write to her like that? Did he not know who she was? He probably did, but did not care. `He should still at least pretend to care!' Her mind yelled at her.

Sakura sighed profoundly and continued to pass glances at him surreptitiously. Syaoran caught her eye again and made a restless face. She scowled and turned away, vowing not to look at him again. He wasn't supposed to think she wanted him, yet there he was, acting all smug about it as if he was the grandest thing in the world!

She folded her arms and looked away. Yes, she would speak to him later on.

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By fifth period, which was lunch, Sakura casually walked out to the back of the school where the playground was located. She always ate lunch besides the cherry blossom tree. It was practically tradition to eat there with Tomoyo. But, now Tomoyo had wanted to have lunch with Eriol. Sakura could understand if she wanted to spend the day with him, so she didn't spend too much of her time thinking about it.

She settled herself down against the bark of the tree where she opened a bag of chips and a can of sprite. So, it wasn't exactly a full course meal, but she wasn't feeling her usual wolfish appetite that afternoon. As she was munching away on the brackish chips, a calm voice penetrated her thoughts.

"May I join you, Ms. Kinomoto?"

Sakura's eyes dashed up to meet the voice's source. She breathed out slowly, "Oh, Syaoran, it's just you. I swear I thought-" She was interrupted by him impolitely. He spoke as he sat down besides her, "Just me, eh? You probably thought I was someone important." He acted completely natural, biting into the sandwich he held in his hand, as if what he said held no meaning.

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Look who's taking about being rude. Here you are, joining me without me giving you permission, you interrupt me, and then you accuse me of thinking you're nobody important."

Syaoran continued to devour his sandwich, and then held it out to Sakura, a smile tugging at his lips, "Would you like some, Ms. Kinomoto?"

Sakura stared at him for a second, bitterness tingeing her voice, "No, I wouldn't like some! Just... can I ask you something?"

He nodded jadedly, the sandwich back in a bag. Sakura looked straight into his eyes, watching, trying to figure out what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

Nothing.

She could see absolutely nothing; just an endless void of dark amber.

"Um... Ms. Kinomoto..." Syaoran's voice pierced her thoughts once again. She shook her head, clearing her throat, "Would you like to go out with me sometime?" Her voice held no sign of fret. She was used to asking guys out.

Syaoran's reaction puzzled her. He neither seemed surprised, nor flattered. He just gave her his usual kind smile, with his usual formality, "I would enjoy that very much, Ms. Kinomoto." With that, he stood up, bowed in her direction, and set off back towards the school building.

She was baffled. Why didn't he jump for glee? Why didn't he praise the stars for her concentrated attention towards him? He was an odd one, alright. But, she could still tame him, still lure him into her trap and make him want her, make him need her.

Yes, she couldn't reassure herself further.

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A/N - Kira: How did you like the beginning of a, hopefully, good fic? Please let me know in a review. Reviews are good for the soul! n_n

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