Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Love your Enemy ❯ Chapter 1- Enemies ( Chapter 1 )

Love your Enemy

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to Clamp, not me.

Summary: Sakura is an intelligent, quiet girl who used to be cheerful and happy before something terrible happened. Yet now, she hardly ever smiles, wears clothes sizes too big for her, and glasses that hide her true beauty. She is still kind to everyone, and the only person able to stir any emotions of hate in her is Li Syaoran, whom she's hated for practically her entire life. Can he help her get over her issues? The one thing Sakura is most frightened of is falling in love.

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Trans: Damare: Shut up

Baka: Stupid

Bijin: beauty

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"Li Syaoran, I hate you!" screamed Sakura, blazing emerald eyes staring daggers in him. Plastic spiders of assorted variety from black to pink were scattered all over her locker.

Syaoran just laughed the comment aside. His eyes mocking, he commented, "Don't tell me you dislike the lovely plastic spiders that I placed in your locker. They express the wonderful feelings of love I have for you." Mournfully, he clutched his heart as if she had shot him.

Smirking, Sakura retorted, "I would have thought you'd grown up, Li Syaoran. Those pranks are so junior high. Even someone as immature as you should know that. What are you going to be when you grow up? A clown? We're graduating year after next, you know."

It was true. At 15, Sakura Kinomoto was a junior at Seijou High, having skipped a grade. Behind her ugly dress and large glasses was a girl with exquisite features, breathtaking ocean green eyes, and wavy honey-brown hair. Beneath the quiet exterior was a girl who was afraid of being hurt, like she was hurt before.

To avoid the person she was terrified of, Sakura quit cheerleading and stuck her nose to the grindstone, studying hard enough to skip a grade. She lost contact with most of her friends.

Syaoran was 16, and the most popular guy in his class, edified by his disarranged dark brown hair and enigmatic amber eyes. Captain of the soccer team, second highest in class rank (second only to Sakura), and athletic in every sport, Syaoran could have any girl he wanted.

All the girls he knew batted their eyelashes and flirted nonstop, but Sakura was the only one who dared to antagonize him. And because of that, he loved to tease her. They had known each other since he was 6 and Sakura 5.

*********Flashback**********

10 years ago…

"Get off me!" screamed a certain amber-eyed boy, "you're heavy!"

Smiling cutely, Sakura stood up and stepped harder on his foot. She laughed when he looked menacingly at her. Then she reached up and yanked his hair. Giggling, she ran away while Syaoran yelled and chased her around the yard.

He always caught her, but it was amusing to poke fun at him. And he never hurt a hair on her head, so she didn't worry about that.

********End of Flashback***********

Ever since then, they had remained affable enemies. They loved to make each other miserable. Since they weren't previously in the same grade, Sakura and Syaoran hadn't seen each other for 4 years.

Japanese Class…

"Hey Sakura! What did you get for number 3?'' asked Syaoran.

Glaring, Sakura answered, "I'm not telling you! We're supposed to be competing, plus you're a jerk!"

"At least she's honest," murmured Syaoran. Both were in every single class together, apart from soccer and gymnastics.

From corner of his eye, Syaoran saw Sakura drop her pencil. As she leaned over to retrieve it, her glasses fell off, revealing the most gorgeous sea green eyes and the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Syaoran gasped, doing a double take. She's…so lovely and angelic…

When Sakura put her glasses back on, she saw Syaoran gaping at her. "What?" she demanded crossly. "Do I have something on my face, or is this another one of your juvenile tricks?

"Neither,"Syaoran stammered, still shocked. Who would have known? Plain, bookworm Sakura Kinomoto was a stunning, bijin (beauty) of 15? "When did you get glasses?" he inquired curiously, "you didn't have them before."

"None of your business, Li Syaoran. And if you didn't know, I haven't always been in your grade either. I am a year younger."

"Oh." Syaoran hadn't noticed; he'd assumed that Sakura had always been around to bicker with. "So…then why'd you move up?''

"I told you. None of your business!" Sakura glowered, with a cold, hard face. "I know seeing me everyday does wonders to your love life, but damare!"

"Beauty, intelligence, and a sense of humor, "teased Syaoran, "my kind of girl."

Suddenly, Sakura froze. "What did you say?'' she demanded, her face startling white.

"Say what?" asked Syaoran. "I didn't say anything. Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? Don't tell me, you've fallen in love with my good looks and now you want to marry me."

"Damare baka," replied Sakura absently, "what did you say about the beauty? I'm not beautiful. For gosh sakes, look at me. Glasses, hideous clothes…I'm a nerd. Not a hint of beauty, right?" she pleaded, a little hysterically.

Staring at her strangely, Syaoran commented lightly," Yea, you're a geek Kinomoto. But why do you want to look like a nerd anyway? Most people don't, but then I guess you're not normal."

"What do you mean!" screamed Sakura in a loud, high-pitched voice. "I'm perfectly normal! Nothing at all wrong with me!" The whole class looked up from their desks and stared at her. Sakura didn't even notice.

"Sakura," hissed Syaoran, "I didn't mean to offend you. Calm down, I'm sorry.."

"Oh." Sakura quieted down. She finally saw that the whole room was staring at her bemusedly, and she blushed. "Gomen." she said softly.

"Kinomoto!" demanded Syaoran, surprised at her outburst, "what the heck is wrong with you?'

"Nothing!'' lied Sakura, the tears coming up.

"No. I said something mean, didn't I? That's why you're crying." Syaoran insisted.

"I'm not crying!" Sakura sniffled, wiping back the tears that fell waywardly down her cheek.

"Here." Syaoran handed over his handkerchief. "Blow your nose. I'm truly sorry, for whatever I said." His amber eyes were sincere, but Sakura never saw.

Taking the handkerchief from him, Sakura dried her red eyes. ''Why are you being so nice to me? I thought you hated me."

"Well, I do hate you," lied Syaoran, "but I made you cry, didn't I? It's the least that I can do to make up for it."

"Well don't worry. Tomorrow I'll be fine and you can go back to being cruel to me," remarked Sakura harshly.

"Hey, don't be like that," said Syaoran kindly. "I said I was sorry, and I meant it."

"But what you really mean is that you're nice to me so that you can have someone to pursue tomorrow. I bet you thought that I had no feelings, so that you could say and do whatever you wanted with impunity and I wouldn't care. You're wrong. I do have emotions and I do care. I didn't like it when you tripped me in the halls, or...or talked behind my back, or lied to me in front of my face, or b-b-beat…" she didn't finish.

"Kinomoto??? What the hell? I don't do any of those things," asserted Syaoran, horrified. "What are you talking about? Who beats you?"

"No one!" defended Sakura hastily. "No one at all!"

"I heard you Kinomoto. Kuso na (damn it). Who beat you." he repeated seriously. He tried to reach for her hand, but she shed away from him.

"Leave me alone," whispered Sakura, covering her ears, "I don't want to talk to you now. Leave me alone. I hate you. Leave me alone." Repeating this over and over again, it sounded like a broken tape.

Syaoran was silent. He didn't know what Sakura was talking about, but he owed her to find out. And what was with the sudden change in her attitude? What the hell was she talking about, as if someone beat her?

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"Sakura?'' called her onii-chan when she got home, "are you ok?"

Her eyes red from crying, Sakura forced a smile and answered, "Of course I am onii-chan. Why wouldn't I be?" she tried to laugh like she used to, but it came out sounding forced and shrill.

Running to her room, Sakura collapsed on the bed and sobbed, her face a waterfall of tears. When they dried, Sakura thought about her predicament and how it wasn't fair. She blamed herself.

"Ring, ring!" Picking up the telephone, she answered, "This is Sakura speaking."

"Sakura? It's Tomoyo, "said a strained voice.

"Konnichiwa!" exclaimed Sakura, happy to hear from her best friend.

"Sakura,'' Tomoyo sounded sad, "please come back. You can't do this. Come back, to being a sophomore, and your friends and I can help you."

Hastily, Sakura demanded, "You didn't tell anyone, right Tomoyo? You promised me you wouldn't."

"No, I didn't tell." On the other line, it sounded like Tomoyo was crying. "But Sakura, I should have! It's so horrible, what Heroshi did. Please Sakura, let me tell. It's for your own good. Don't you want to make sure it doesn't happen to someone else?"

Sakura was silent. She knew she was being selfish, on her own behalf and on others, but it was too painful. The first time it had happened, Sakura thought it was an accident and she broke up with him without telling anyone. But then he…he began stalking her, and…then one day he snuck behind her…and b-b…it was too terrible to think about.

"Please don't tell Tomoyo. As my friend."

"Sakura, you know I love you, but I wouldn't be a very good friend if I kept this a secret."

"Then I'll tell someone else. When I'm ready. I promise." she lied.

Pause. Silence on the other line.

Sigh. "Do your brother and father know?"

"No."

"What…what did Touya say when you…came home all black and blue?"

"That I fell. It was part of the truth."

"And the bruises?"

"All a hapless effect of being too much of a careless girl. I fell, I rolled, and I got terrible hurt. That was the story."

"Sakura!" Tomoyo shrieked, all indications of her calm exterior gone, "I have to tell what happened to you. I'm going to tell. Because I would be a terrible, horrible friend if I didn't. I was being baka when I said I would promise not to."

"No. You won't confess," answered Sakura calmly, "I'll tell someone else when I'm ready. I promise."

"By the end of the week." demanded Tomoyo.

Sakura hesitated. "Fine."

She hung up the phone. Talking to her best friend in the world hadn't alleviated her problems. In fact, it accentuated them. Now she had to tell someone else, and a second person would know what had happened to her. She fingered her cheek; the bruises there had faded. The wounds on her legs were still there, but Sakura always wore pants so no one could see. But her back; her back was where she landed after he had thrown her. On her back were a plethora of injuries and other signs of abuse.

Reverting back to her former dilemma, Sakura thought I'll tell someone who won't give a damn about me and make him promise not to tell anyone. He won't mind keeping the promise because he doesn't care what happens to me anyway.

I have to keep my promise to Tomoyo. She's one of the few trustworthy friends I have left.

Sakura would tell Syaoran, who would probably just laugh it off and crack a dumb joke.

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Is it too serious? It was kind of sad, wasn't it? Please review if you want me to post the next chapter up.

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