Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The War of the Heart ❯ The Lonely Soul ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: Hey ppl! Well this is my very first attempt at writing on FF.net, actually it's my first attempt to write a story period! And I know that I'm taking a risk on trying to make it a lemon, heehee I like those because they get my mind off my crappy love life, but I've bin reading a lot lately and I've bin really inspired my 'Little Wolf Lover' girl, your stories rock!! And any one who hasn't read them really should. Well any way, tell me how you like it and please review and I don't care if what you have to say is negative because I actually enjoy criticism because it give me some thing to build on so PLEASE R&R!! Or I'll scratch your eyes out! LoL, J/K, don't hate me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura, only the story line. SO DON'T SUE ME!!!

"......." = words spoken

'.......' = thoughts

{......} = my thoughts

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"SHUT UP!!" said Li Yelen "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS GO AGAINST YOUR FAMILY!? HAVEN'T WE DONE ENOUGH FOR YOU!?" Yelen couldn't take it, although it seemed that fights were becoming more and more frequent as her son grew up.

"I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR MONEY AND YOUR POWER! YOU COULD CARE LESS ABOUT THE FAMILY, BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR THEM YOU WOULDN'T HAVE YOUR MONEY IN THE FIRST PLACE!" snarled Li Syaoran. He always seemed to fight with his mother about everything and any thing, whether it was about a broken curfew, which confused him because he didn't have a curfew, or because he didn't have his shirt tucked in when they had guests, which his mother found very disrespectful.

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME LI SYAORAN! I AM YOUR MOTHER AND I DEMAND RESPECT!" Yelen was now on her feet, which would have made her look more intimidating if it wasn't for the fact that her son was just as, if not more, cold than her. Her hair was all over the place due to the fact that she was shaking with rage. Yelen was a tall, 5'8, elegant woman with long, strait, black hair and piercing, dark, gray eyes. She always wore expensive clothes and always looked as if she were going to meet the leader of China.

"RESPECT? RESPECT?! YOU THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU GIVE ME MONEY THAT I'M GOING TO BE LIKE, "oh yes mother! You are quite right. I love you so much!" YEAH FUCKING RIGHT! I HATE BEING RICH! I HATE BEING A LI! BUT MOST OF ALL I HATE YOU!! Shouted Syaoran, and with that he ran up the stairs and into his room, but not before he shot his mother his famous ice, death glare.

Syaoran was a drop dead gorgeous, 17-year-old young man with short, messed up, dark chocolate hair, that only made him look even more hot, and frozen amber eyes that could cut through anything, he was 5'10 and about 180 pounds, most of which was muscle. He had the perfect body: broad shoulders, really nice chest muscles, strong muscular arms, a rock hard 6-pack, tight muscular legs, and a really nice ass. He was the dream guy for every girl who saw him, but he had no interest in any of them because they were only after 4 things: money, power, a title, and to tell all their friends that they had been with Li Syaoran. I mean don't get me wrong, he dated, and he was definitely no "innocent" guy, he certainly had all the experience he needed, but it wasn't because of love, no... he did it because he needed at least one good thing in his life, and it just happened to be that sex was the way to go, and that there were plenty of girls that would try and keep up with him while he pumped all of his anger and rage into them with every powerful thrust he did that left most girls unconscious at the end. But every time he would get up while they were out cold and leave without so much as a second glance to see if they were still alive. But he had never experienced the one thing he subconsciously craved... love.

'Love... Bahhh! Who needs it! It doesn't even exist!' thought Syaoran as he went to his bookcase and pulled out a really thick, dark red book from the shelf. He opened the book and what was inside wasn't words from a story or facts from an information source, the pages in the middle were cut out in a neat rectangle, and in the hallowed out book laid a bottle with a clear, liquid, substance. He took the bottle out and took a long drink, the vodka felt really good as it burned down his throat and into his stomach were it started to take effect, but he was too use to it to feel buzzed with just one gulp. It always took at least one forth of the bottle for him to feel the warm, happy sensation that was only slightly surpassed by sex.

Down stairs

Yelen was on her knees in the middle of the entrance hall crying.

'Where did I go wrong? Where did I fail to give him what he needed?' She knew that raising a young man without a father wasn't going to be easy, but didn't he understand that everything she did, she did for her children? Yelen couldn't figure a way for her son to see that she really did love him. That she really did care about him. His sisters were a lot easier, they stayed quiet, they didn't argue. Of course they had known their father, they had each other, they were all around the same age. As for Syaoran who was much younger than his sisters, who was alone, who didn't have any one to be with him when he felt alone. After taking a deep breath, and counting to ten backwards, she got to her feet, looked to her right at the gold-framed mirror by the door and tried to fix her hair. She then climbed the elegant staircase and went down the left corridor that was where her room and bathroom were.

'Syaoran use to have his room down this corridor too' thought Yelen. But when he turned 15 he moved to one on the opposite side of the house so he could be as far from his family as was humanly possible. She went to her extremely large bathroom and decided that she wanted a bath rather than a shower. She headed over to the bath tub that could probably hold 10 people in it and filled it up with jasmine-scented water, which has "her sent" as she like to say because that was the only fragrance she ever used, even as a teenager.

'Teenager... hmmmmmm... I can remember how it was... barely. Did I fight with my parents like that?' she thought as tears rolled down her cheeks and into the slightly light purple tinted water which caused a ripple. She sat in the water for a good hour and a half, just thinking about her youth while soft yoga music played in the back ground, it seemed to relax her when ever she felt like shit. After she was done, she got out of the water and wrapped her self in a fluffy light purple towel. After applying lotion to her body and stretching her limbs, and sitting/laying down for an hour and half she needed a good stretch, she felt better but still wanted to cry.

'Stop it! Crying is a sign of weakness!! What would Syaoran say?' the thought of her son only brought more tears, so she decided to go to sleep. She climbed into her king-size, feather-soft, light purple bed, she rested her head on her pillow and cried her self to sleep.

On the opposite side of the house

After finishing half of the bottle Syaoran got up from the comfy chair at his desk and headed for his bathroom. Everything in the bathroom was green, as was the rest of his room and most of his possessions. Unlike his mother he wanted a quick, water-pounding-really-hard-on-your-back, shower. He took off his clothes and threw them in the hamper in the corner. He felt like a cold shower could cool down the fire that he felt inside of him, caused by his rage. Syaoran stepped into the puke green, marble, shower and turned on 4 shower heads, it felt a lot better when the water hit him from all sides. He felt so alone, all he had was his vodka, his sex, his best friend Hiragizawa Eriol, and his cousin Li Meiling. Everything else was nothing to him. After he was clean, and a little sore from the water pressure, he got out of the shower and put on some dark green, cotton pajama pants but didn't put a shirt on since it was a little hot. Although he felt sore he wasn't at all sleepy so he went and sat out on the balcony of his room. He sat in a comfortable chair that he kept next to the door. As he sat there and let the warm August air hit his face and bare chest he looked up and was stunned by the enchanting moon. It was full tonight and seemed bigger than usual, it also seemed a hell of a lot brighter than he remembered it to be, but he loved the sight of this gorgeous moon all the same. Syaoran knew that he was going to have to talk to his mother again but he wasn't in any rush,

'It wasn't my fault that I told her the truth, right?' he was starting to feel sleepy as he thought of all of this and sank down in his chair and into a deep sleep.

The next morning

Syaoran woke up when he felt something really hot on his face, he made a grab at his sheets, when he realized that he didn't have any.

'Hmmm? Must have kicked them off the bed again.' he thought as he reluctantly opened his eyes and shut then quickly again.

"What the hell? Who opened my curtains?" he grumbled as he put a hand to his face and slowly lifted his eyelids so his eyes could get used to the light. When he finally looked around he realized that he had fallen asleep outside on the balcony, he got up and stretched his limbs as far as they could go until he heard several cracking sounds and was satisfied. He entered his room and found that a squirrel had made itself comfortable on his bed.

"Get the fuck out of my room you filthy rodent!!" shouted Syaoran at the top of his lungs, thank god that all the rooms were sound proof or else everyone would have come running to his room, the squirrel jumped about 3 feet in the air with fright, it quickly scurried out of the open balcony door and up a tree where it started to chatter angrily at Syaoran for disturbing its peaceful, comfortable sleep. Syaoran just glared at it and slammed the door shut.

"Animals are so fucking annoying! Why would any one like them?!" he felt sore so he went to the bathroom and took a quick warm shower so his muscles could relax. He got out and draped a towel over his head, it didn't matter whether or not he combed his hair because it always turned out the same way. He put on some long, black, cargo Dickies shorts, a sleeveless dark green shirt with a dragon on it, a pair of black and white Vans and went down stairs to breakfast.

Down stairs

Yelen and her 4 daughters, Fiemie, Xiefia, Fanfren, and Fuutie, ate their small breakfast is silence since they all knew that the only thing that they would talk about was the fight that happened the night before between their mother and their little brother. No one noticed when Syaoran entered the room but when he sat down they all looked at him, spoons half way to their mouths. Xiefia was the first to break the silence and the stares.

"Good morning little bro, did you sleep well?" asked Xiefia in hopes of starting a healthy conversation.

"No, I didn't even sleep in my bed." answered Syaoran truthfully. When he looked up from his bowl of oatmeal he quickly regretted his words. Everyone, except his mother, was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Really...?"

"Who's the lucky girl...?"

"Was it good...?"

"AWWW! Our little Syaoran in growing up...!"

Syaoran started banging his head on the table, why hadn't he kept his big mouth shut? When he didn't hear any indication that their questions would stop, he stood up quickly and glared at all of them.

"First of all there is no girl, second I fell asleep in a chair on my balcony, and third it's none of your damn business even if I was having sex!!" he yelled at them all that made them all shrink away because even though he was younger he was taller, stronger, and colder than all of them put together. He sat down slowly and started eating his oatmeal again, thankful for the one good thing he got from his mother, his sense of power and coldness. Then a small rustling sound caught all of their attention and they turned to see their mother standing up from the table.

"Young ladies, you are not to bother your brother with such foolish questions. If he won't tell me, his own mother, he certainly won't tell a bunch of nosey sisters." And with that said she left the dining hall and headed outside to her garden. No one said anything but they all looked at Syaoran who, at the moment, found the color of his oatmeal very fascinating. He couldn't help but feel a small ping of guilt, very small though. When he felt that he was no longer the center of attention he got up went to the front door took is skate board and went to Eriol's house.

As he skated down the street he thought about how things had changed gradually in his life. Of course it still didn't change him, he always hated the fact that he was a Li, that he had money coming out the ying- yang, that he was never going to be a normal person. He was deep in thought when something shiny blinded him and he fell head first into Eriol's pool.

'Damn! I must really have been deep in thought if I made the right turn and managed to get into his backyard with out knowing it.' He thought as he swam to the shallow end of the pool and up the marble stairs.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!! You fucking loser! What are you doing in my pool? Didn't you have water at your house to take a shower there?" laughed Eriol as he stood in the back door with a towel in his hand, he was wearing black swimming trunks with 3 blue dangle strikes in the front and back. Eriol was a tall, 5'10, attractive young man with dark blue hair that hung to the sides casually and dark sapphire eyes that could hide any sort of emotion, his body was just like Syaoran's. Girls were all over him just like they were to Syaoran only that he usually had a warm, kind look on his face and most girls preferred the strong, silent type.

"Whatever Eriol, can you lend me some dry clothes, instead of laughing at me?" grumbled Syaoran as he stood in front of his friend. With that said he shook his head like a dog and got Eriol all wet.

"Fuck! Dude! It's fucking cold!" yelled Eriol as he hugged himself for warmth.

"Did you just say Dude?" asked Syaoran while laughing so hard he had doubled over.

"NO! What kind of a loser do you think I am?"

"......"

"Wait, don't answer that"

"So, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just thought I'd get some laps in after breakfast."

"Oh, well then I'll join you" and with that said he took off his shirt and went in the house and up the stairs.

Inside Eriol's House

He went into Eriol's room and found some dark green swimming trunks with 2 lime green lines on both sides of his waist. He got his wet clothes and went down stairs where he ran into the one person he couldn't stand. Her name was Lily and she was about 18 years old, she had long blond hair and bright blue eyes, she was from Holland and was working as a maid for the Hiragizawa family. She had a huge crush on Syaoran and always tried to get as close as possible to him. Although she bugged the hell out of him, he found that leading her on was very entertaining.

'This should be fun.' he thought as he placed a really sexy smirk on his face. He kept walking and was looking off into space when he "accidentally" bumped into her.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Mr. Li! Please forgive me!" she said as she curtsied for him, he could see her cheeks were pinker than usual, a lot pinker. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, she was gorgeous, but she was real pain in the ass. She straightened up and looked at him with a dreamy look on her face.

"Hi Lily, it's OK, it was my fault anyway for spacing out. Hey, would you mind taking my clothes and shoes and drying them for me?" he said with the sexiest grin in the world. He could see her melting in front of him.

"Of course not! Oh yes, I'll have them ready for you when you come out of the pool!" Said Lily her eyes glued to his amazing chest, Syaoran noticed and thought he could push it a little further.

"Hey Lily, don't you think my face would be up here?" he asked innocently. At these words she shot her head up and he saw, to his amusement, that she was bright red.

"Oh... yes... well, is there anything else you would like, Mr. Li?" she asked as she examined her shoelaces very carefully.

"Well... now that you mention it, would you mind getting me a towel?"

"Of course not! Wait just one minute!"

"Ok, I'll be right here waiting for you." He knew that his words were melting he like butter in the sun. She ran off and came back less than a minute later.

"Her you are Sir, I know its your favorite." She said out of breath. And indeed it was, it was forest green and very soft.

"Thank you so much. You're such a great help." He could see her chest swell up with pride.

'And not a bad chest it is either.' He thought as he examined her D's for a brief moment.

"Well I better go, thanks for everything. I'll make sure to tell Eriol what a hard worker you are." He said with a wink, and with that he went down the highly polished stairs and into the back yard.

In the Backyard

Eriol was sitting on the marble stairs, his waist halfway in the pool.

"Hey, what took you so long?"

"I ran into the blond with the D's"

"Dude... she's got it bad for you"

"SEE!! There it is again! You said Dude!"

"I did not!"

"Loser." And with that he dove into the pool and splashed Eriol.

"Fucker! It's fucking cold! Stop doing that!"

"What's the matter? Don't want to use your favorite word, dude?" Syaoran taunted him while swimming laps.

"Oh! You're going down Li!"

"If you can catch me!" they swam for hours until it was lunch. They draped their towels around their shoulders and went into the kitchen were they sat at the table, completely famished.

"Oh! Master Hiragizawa, Mr. Li, are you hungry?" asked Lily, she curtsied, as she came into the kitchen to get lunch for herself.

"Yeah, we're starving. Would you mind making us some sandwiches?"

"Of course not Master Hiragizawa! The usual for you then?"

"Yes, and the same for Li only no crust."

"OK, just wait one moment." A couple minutes later she came to the table with 5 sandwiches.

"OK, well these 2 are for you, and these 2 are for you." She said while taking the top one and walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait! Hey Lily, would you like to eat lunch with us?" asked Syaoran with a wink to Eriol.

"Oh, yes! Thank you so much!" and with that she ran to the table and sat down next to {can you guess?} Syaoran. They ate in silence until Eriol said,

"Syaoran was just telling me what a big help you were to him." She looked up and saw that they were both looking straight at her.

"Oh... I didn't do much..." but was cut off by Syaoran.

"Oh but you did. I'm glade I ran into you."

"Really? Well I dried your clothes and shoes, would you like them now?"

"No, I'll get them when we finish eating."

"Nonsense! I will get them for you!" and with that she dashed out of the kitchen and to the laundry room. When they heard her steps die out they both burst out laughing.

"OH MAN! She has got it bad!"

"Well can you blame her? I am the hottest thing on the planet." That only made them laugh louder. Finally they sobered up when they heard running foot steps in the hall.

"Here you go Mr. Li. I hope they are to your liking."

"Yes thank you very much Lily. Eriol, I think you should give this beautiful hard worker a raise, don't you think?"

"Oh yes! She is such a model employee. Lily, I'm going to give you 2 more dollars an hour from now on."

"OH THANK YOU SO MUCH SIR!!" she said wile jumping up and down. She was about to hug Syaoran for giving her the raise, when she stopped he self because it wasn't appropriate.

"It's ok, I know you want to hug Syaoran, go ahead it was his idea to give it to you anyway." He looked over at Syaoran who was flashing the sexiest smile at the young blonde.

"Yeah, it's OK, I don't mind" and with that said she jumped into his arms and hugged him really hard.

"Thank you so much! I really need the money." She whispered to him. He hugged her back then picked her up of the floor and spun her around. He looked over at Eriol who had stuffed his fist in his mouth to stop from laughing. Finally he put her down and she looked down at her shoes and curtsied.

"Well Sirs I must go back to work. Thank you so much!" and with that said she almost floated out of the room. A minute passed and they broke into a hysterical laughter again. It was times like these that he was actually happy that he was rich, how would he have met Eriol otherwise?

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Author's Note: Well it's my first one and I hope you all like it. Please R&R and if I get 5 reviews I'll update, OK? That's totally fair.