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Summary: She was the new girl. He was the outcast, the ‘goth’ who was never given the time of day. She prys to places she was never meant to step foot on; he was one of them. Will it cause him sweet pain or bitter love? SxS ExT
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I watch you, oblivious to my feelings or is it me to yours?
You became my only friend and yet I still want more.
Something that I cannot have because you are different from me.
You have more friends, a better status and to make you like me would be cruel.
That is why I must let go of this sweet pain and bitter love.
This tainted love.
Tainted Love
No Escape
Cold amber eyes set upon the man ranting like a lunatic. The heated interaction between the two simply qualified of the man with dark hair screaming at the young man of 18 with blank amber eyes and black died hair with him only responding with a hard glare.
They were surrounded by people, not many but some. Of course they had only came to see what all the big fuss was about. The normally busy and crowded chip shop was now empty due to a certain person’s presence.
“Look at you, you can’t even put a die on your hair properly nor use a permament one.” The guy hissed, his crystal blue eyes challening deadly amber.
“Listen Sir, I am sorry for the inconvenience but if you do not wish to eat the food which I cook, you will have to come back at a later time.” His amber eyes squinted; his silk voice sending shivers down the once angry now scared man.
“Well I do not wish to come back at a later time, you worthless piece of garbage, I wish to eat now, so what I want is simple, you fired!”
“I am indeed sorry for my employee’s manners, he is still new to the job but I am very sorry to say that I cannot fire him, he is the only one who will work night shifts, if you could please understand my circumstances.”
The voice finished before immerging from the shadows, his dark blue eyes resting on scared but brave crystal blue eyes.
“Please, allow me to make it up to you with a free bag of chips, and a discount token for your next visit.”
The man backed down sparing the teenager with one last glance before agreeing, taking the chips and token and walking away, nosy parkers in toe.
“Fat bastard, needs to go on a diet anyway,” the old teenager muttered but still audible to the older man.
“Syaoran…” The man with midnight blue eyes and dark hair sighed, running a hand through his hair tiredly.
“What have I told you about being so hostile, auntie won’t be pleased with this incident.”
“Fuck mother, like she gives a damn Eriol, you and I both know it. Why the hell otherwise would she send me to Japan, a foreign country and expect me to get along with everybody happy do-lally.”
“Nobody disliked you Syaoran, it was you who disliked everybody around you. You were perfectly normal, wearing no make-up and not dieing your hair constantly black because you are always using non-permanent ones but now… now what you are is what you created yourself to be, with no ones helping and that Syaoran is something both you and I know.”
“Well, if mother never sent me here, then I would never have had to change.” Syaoran retorted in his defense. His bloody cousin and his stupid ramblings on how it was his fault that he was the way he was. One of these days he was going to drive him to the point of beyond.
“You didn’t have to change Syaoran, you made that decision yourself.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault.”
“No, I didn’t say that, I-“
“But that is what you were implying Eriol, wasn’t it, that I put myself into this dark hole, eh?”
“Well the way you are putting it now, it probably makes more sense to blame yourself, after all nobody asked you to become a Goth.”
“You know shit Eriol, my reasons on becoming this wasn’t because I wanted to show the world I’m a depressed Emo.”
“But it was part of the reason, no? So tell me what is the other part of the reason?”
“It became my style, it was a way of showing my personality only somehow I lost all track and now this is my label and there is no going back.”
Eriol sighed. There was no way his cousin believed on escaping his so called tragic life. As far as he thought he might as well stay Goth-like forever. This made Eriol very excasperated. And he didn’t get like that often.
“You know what Syaoran, shall I tell you what you need?”
“What!” He was getting tired of this lecture now and just wanted to go home rather than listen to Eriol blabbering on about what he needed.
‘Eriol, just piss off.’ that thought soothed him, ah yes, Eriol’s big trap shut, now that would make him happy.
“You need a friend.”
‘What the hell?’
“Excuse me Eriol but have you lost your head recently?”
“No, I’m being deadly serious.”
“What another one like me, so we can wallow in our self-pitty together, I don’t think so, we will be dead before the night is out.”
“No, I don’t mean another Goth, I mean a normal person, somebody who can give empathy but help you, somebody who you can trust.”
Eriol paused for a moment before grinning like a maniac for the first time in minutes.
“Prefably somebody of the opposite sex so you can get a love life whilst you’re at it.”
Syaoran looked at Eriol as if he had lost the plot.
“Go to hell, you know I don’t like those blonde bimbo’s who strut about, swaying there hips robotically and screaming in those ridiculous high pitched voices…”
“Besides…” He continued, his voice getting softer.
“Who would want to date me?”
“Two pieces of advice for you darling young cousin, one, don’t get someone with blonde hair and a squeaky high voice and two, if they are a good person they will see you for who you truly are.”
“And what would that be?”
“A sarcastic, dry, cruel, evil, arragant jerk.”
“Oh, jeez thanks, you even sound like a woman too Eriol.” Eriol place a hand over his chest, his face pulling mock hurt.
“Aww that one went straight to my heart.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’m going home, school tommorow, must prepare for battle against the preps.”
Grabbing his coat, Syaoran swung it over his shoulder and walked out throught the fish shop’s door. Eriol watched every movement Syaoran made with his eyes. Syaoran was currently dressed in black baggy jeans, silver chains dangling heavily from them, no wonder his green boxers were on show. Joining the baggy parade was a dark navy t-shirt with ‘who gives a damn’ written in red wrting across the front of it. Finished off with black and white scruffy trainers (mostly black, god forbid there maybe a light colour in the dress code) and a nice oversized coat.
‘Plus a lovely dirty, old, cream apron’ Eriol added for amusement. He watched as his younger cousin walked down the lane into the darkness of night through the glass in the door and dimmly lit street lamps. His eyes softened and small frown appearing on his lips.
‘Why can’t he find somebody who will see him for who he truly is?’ A distressed look etched its way onto his face.
‘Well, there is somebody, and that is my blooming fiancee and as much as I love you dear cousin, there is no way in hell you can have her!’
‘Damn Eriol and his stupid words.’ In his head, Syaoran was mentally cursing Eriol over and over again. Just where did he get off, critisising him about the way he dressed and acted. So he was cold, so he was a scruffy bastard, so what?
He reached his apartment sooner than he thought. He would have prefered if he could have walked a bit longer, to clear his head of any words that Eriol might have possibly drilled in his mind.
‘Now that would be a disaster.’ He shook his head; a small smile crept across his face at his cousin’s hopelessness.
Sliding the key into the apartment, he heard the familiar click before walking into the small corridor. Four doors were present along the small corridor, leading to different rooms. One to the bathroom, the second to the kitchen, another to the small living room and the final one to his sanctuary, his wonderful bedroom.
Most people would have thought of his living place has a hellhole but it was quite the opposite. The room was immaculate. For crying out loud, for the life that he did spend with his family, he spent it with five ladies, his mother and four older sisters, of course he was going to know how to keep a house clean.
Except for his bedroom. His bedroom was his expression of what he liked and nothing about it was going to change any time soon.
Speaking of bedrooms, that is where his body wanted him to go. Ah yes sleep. His bodie’s most desired craving at that particular moment. Dragging his feet behinde him he slammed his bedroom door shut letting darkness envelop him. He loved darkness because here nobody could tell how you felt or what you were doing.
Stripping till he was only clad in his green boxers he dropped to his bed, letting the softness of the bed consume him.
”No, I don’t mean another Goth, I mean a normal person, somebody who can give empathy but help you, somebody who you can trust...”
“And prefably somebody of the opposite sex so you can get a love life whilst you’re at it.”
“Go to hell, you know I don’t like those blonde bimbo’s who strut about, swaying there hips robotically and screaming in those ridiculous high pitched voices…”
“Besides…”
“Who would want to date me?”
“Two pieces of advice for you darling young cousin, one, don’t get someone with blonde hair and a squeaky high voice and two, if they are a good person they will see you for who you truly are.”
Whoa! Hold it right there. Since when did he, the great loner Li Syaoran take notice of his cousin Eriol’s words?
“If they are a good person they will see you for who you truly are.”
Okay, especially those words.
‘Damn you Eriol, rot in hell you bastard.’
He felt his eyes go heavy, sleep begging to take over his body. He glanced at the clock, blooming hell quarter to twelve. He needed sleep. A.S.A.P.
‘Maybe there could be someone...’
His eyes fell shut, his mind drifting off to the land of sleep.
‘Get real Syaoran, nobody except Eriol and his fiancee give you the time of day.’
A hand crept out from under the pink sheets slamming down the reciever before an informal grunt came from the person currently burried under the sheets.
“Nooo…” The soft voice moaned.
“It can’t be morning already!” Slowly a head appeared, emmerging from the dishevelled sheets, normally silk auburn hair was now knotted, as dull emerald eyes slowly started to sparkle. A soft hue of pink graced her cheeks, as soft pink lips parted slowly.
“OH LORD!” It was seven thirty she was late, again, for her first day at another school.
“Oy kaujii, I knew you were strange but fantasising about God is a bit strange even for you.” The voice echoed from the bottom of the stairs carrying to her very ears.
“Whatever, at least I’m not gay.”
“Now, now just because my boyfriend used to be your secret crush you shouldn’t need be jealous of your older brother. Oh yeah by the way breakfast is ready and we know how monsters love their food.” Snickering was heard before a faint voice could be heard saying something along the lines of ‘Touya, leave your little sister alone and come and help me set the table.’
Jumping out of bed, she ran to the bathroom and shut the door; of course this was not before running back out of the bathroom and grabbing her clothes and running back into the bathroom.
Before she shut the door, she heard the voice of her brother ringing in her ears.
“Stupid Kaujii, forgetting things, she’s making herself even more late and it’s her first day at school.”
“SHUT UP ONI-CHAN!” She screamed before slamming the bathroom door shut enphasysing her point.
‘Stupid brothers’ she thought as she jumped into the shower, letting the hot water massage her muscles into bliss. ‘Who in hell made them? Perhaps they were drunk because from the jist of it, the only thing they seem to do well is be an asshole, or at least my brother is anyway.’
She sighed as she stepped out of the shower, speadily drying herself and shoving on a pair of blue, washed out jeans, a pink tanktop and a plain white blouse over the top only buttoned up in the middle. She wrapped a long gold chain around her neck three times so it was at different lengths, the tightest acting like a choker. She rolled the sleeves up on her blouse to her elbows, and put a gold ring on each middle finger and small hoops in her ears. Quickly she put her long hair up in a high ponytail, letting her bangs cover her eyes. Thankgod she didn’t wear makeup. Doing a quick check in the mirror she dashed out the bathroom and charged downstairs.
Trying to act calm and collected she strolled into the kitchen to be greeted with her father.
“Ohayou Sakura.”
“Ohayou Otou-san.” She gazed at a phtograph of a woman with soft flowing hair and emerald green eyes identical to her own. “Ohayou Okaa-san.”
“Wow, the kaujii has done it in record time. Fifteen minutes.” Her brother whistled as he looked at his watch. Before he lifted his head and smirked at her.
“Are you sure you showered properly, I do smell the odar of a monster, hmm wonder- hey what, ITAI! What the hell was that for kaujii?” Her older brother, Touya, rubbed his foot that was now quite swollen from the stamping it received. In response to his question she simply giggled.
“Oh oni-chan, you shouldn’t tease me plus aren’t you supposed to be a man, all tough and hard.” she walked over to him and squeezed both sides of his cheeks to try and see if he had a cute manner. She found none. Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed a piece of toast from her brothers plate shoved it in her mouth and grabbed a pink backpack placed on the other chair.
“Hey, you thief, that is going to cost you five more chores.” She only waved in response, whilst she put her trainers on.
“Ja ne Otou-san…” She sent her brother a look of disgust. “Oni-chan.” Placing her bag on her back, she strolled out of the Kinomoto residence, shutting the small metal gate behinde her.
The wind gently blew at her face, as she smelt the morning’s fresh air. Glanicing at her watch her eyes widened in horror.
‘7:50, crap ten mintues to get to school.’
Breaking out into a run she ran down the lane where petals from the cherry blossom tree danced around her, her hair following similar movements behinde her.
Turning the corner, she saw a high clock tower, seven fifty-five, she ran faster until large metal gates greeted her sight.
‘That must be it.’ she thought with a sigh of relief before slowing down her pace and walking into the large school grounds. Realisation hit her when she remebered that she was new here, therefor she didn’t know where the school’s reception would be.
‘Oh happy days, what shall I do now?’
She looked around the grounds for somebody. Unfortunately she couldn’t find the familiar hair of long, wavy lavender locks. She puffed in annoyance.
‘Where the hell is she?’
Small hands grasped her eyes, blocking daylight reaching them. She squeaked in horror before recognising the melodic laugh.
‘Found her…’
“Hmph, Tomoyo-chan…” the young girl whined as she removed the taller girl’s hands from her face.
“I’m late, I’m lost and I need to find the office now, please can we hurry?”
The girl just smiled, her mysterious amythest eyes glistening.
“No worries Sakura-chan, I asked for you details last Friday, and guess what?”
“What?” The girl mumbled, looking at the clock every few seconds, her hands getting more sweatier as the minute hand got closer to striking the eight.
“Your in all my classes!” The girl identified as Tomoyo practically screamer. Sakura looked as if she was about to faint.
“Oh god…”
“Don’t ‘oh god’ me Sakura-chan, it will be so much fun plus you won’t needn’t get lost, sin’t that great?”
“Woopy-doo.” Tomoyo quickly grabbed Sakura’s hand before dragging her inside the school and outside a classroom door. Sakura only gulped. Tomoyo looked at her friend, her one eyebrow rising in a questioning manner.
“You know Sakura-chan… you should be used to this kind of thing now and yet you still look nervous.” The latter only sighed.
Opening the door, a tall man with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes stared at them furiously before smiling softly.
“Ah, you must be the new exchange student from Osaka?”
“Hai, sensei.” Sakura glanced at her friend’s confidence towards a teacher.
‘Sometimes, all I could wish to be is someone like Tomoyo-chan.’
“Well please come in, come in, I will introduce you to your new fellow class mates.”
‘Oh, I can’t wait.’ People lets all note the saracasm here.
“I’m Terada Sensei by the way.”
“Ha-hai.” She stuttered before being led into the classroom full of teenagers like her.
‘Okay, Sakura, deep breaths, that is it, simple, one two three.’
“Students, QUIET!” she cringed out of the loudness of teacher’s voice.
“We have a new exchange student joining us today. I hope we all make her feel welcome.”
“Konichiwa, my name is Kinomoto Sakura, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” Her eyes travelled around the room smiling back out the faces all beaming at her.
“Now…” She flinched at the sound of her Sensei’s voice bringing her out of her thoughts.
“Where to put you? Ah, yes over there, the seat in front of Li.” She heard gasps around the room and whispers of ‘poor girl’ and ‘Oh no, I pity her.’
A look of question crossed her face before looking over at Tomoyo, only to get back a shrug and a mouthed over ‘Tell you later.’
She followed the direction of her teacher’s finger to a spare seat infront of a boy. She almost fell to the ground from her knees going week.
‘Oh my god, the guy is bloody goregous’
Walking slowly down the aisel till she reached her seat she stood rooted to the floor when he looked up at her.
‘Those eyes…’ She physically gasped. From that moment she knew something was not right. She knew that she was not supposed to even look at this guys the way she was and yet she couldn’t help it.
After all when you tread on dangerous ground there is no escape.
We all know who Eriol’s finacee is… right?
So the million-dollar question is did you like it? Yes, no, maybe? Review? Yes of course, you know you want to. Go on hit the purple button. No flames though please. Constructive critism is welcome however. Though I don't mind a fan review you know... for this crappy story :)
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