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Not Another Teen Fanfic

By: kit kat

Chapter 6: Sadist Nympho-Maniac (edited)

Disclaimer: Don't own CCS, don't sue me!

I noticed some mistakes and had to fix them…

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(Syaoran POV)

Through my window sunlight revealed the morning traffic, cars honking and people cursing each other to get off the road. I watched quietly while adjusting the tight bandage wrapped around my head, trying to process the previous night's events.

What the hell had happened? It was all a blur, really. I only remember seeing Eriol… lying on top of Sakura. Bastard! Then I went crazy… but she saved me somehow. I remember warm lips but it might have just been another one of my horny escapades taunting the fact that I can't have her.

I'm not really sure how I got home but it didn't matter. The cell phone resting on my dresser whined for me to check my missed calls but I ignored it all morning, knowing it was either Eriol or Sakura trying to desperately to "explain" their infidelity.

Infidelity? Ha, listen to me, acting like Sakura was mine to begin with or something. I glared bitterly at the cheerful sun, beaming those goddamn rays into my room like I was suddenly supposed to feel better and skip down the stairs to eat a bowl of Raisin Bran!

Furiously, I thrust the curtains closed and collapsed back into bed with a thud. How could they? No even more, how could he? He already had a beautiful girlfriend who was obsessed enough to give it up after dating for only a short amount of time.

Sakura was all I had… well not exactly the truth but she was all I wanted. And they both kicked me to the curb at my damn homecoming! Surprise! Sorry Syaoran, even though you were fighting for your life out there we couldn't even wait two minutes to hop on the good foot and do the dirty. You know how it is, right? Right?

I switched on the radio beside my bed, praying some angry screamo song was on to fuel my serial killer-like emotions. The light strumming of an acoustic guitar reached my ears and my lips curled to display my disgust. However, my lazy demeanor refused to budge just to change the station so I closed my eyes and attempted to block out the "lovey dovey" shit howling out of the speakers.

"I waited all my life to cross this line, to the only thing that's true!!

So I will not hide, it's time to try anything to be with you!!

All my life I've waited, this is tru—" (1) a loud smack quickly changed the station.

"Oh hell no I'm not putting up with that today." I rolled back over in bed and to my dismay, a pussy pop song floated out of the next station.

"…I must be stupid, must be crazy, must be outta my mind to say the kinda things I said last nite!

Mirror mirr-ah hanging on the wall, you don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all!

Mirror mirr-ah I wish you could lie to me and bring my baby back, bring my baby back to—" (2) the radio went flying across my room and smashed into the wall, killing the noise some mislabeled as music.

I pounded my fist on the mattress in frustration just thinking about his hands running all over her body, curves jutting out of that tight black dress like the sweetest sin I wouldn't mind going to hell for…

My pants grew tighter the more I thought about it and I blinked in embarrassment. No matter how intensely I tried to move on, I just couldn't get a break. But for the moment, I stopped caring about my weakness. I was alone and depressed, making my ability to suppress the cravings harder and harder.

Syaoran…

"No…" I choked fearfully, my hand trembling. "Leave me alone!"

A scarlet smog surrounded the room slowly, flashes of lightening shooting around me. I frantically attempted to reach the sword leaning against my nightstand but found myself paralyzed to the bed. I strained to reach my arm out toward the weapon, my fingers barely brushing the sheath. Come on, come on!

Oh Syaoran, you won't need that now that I'm here.

A foot kicked the sword away from my grip and began walking toward me. Finally, the haze began to lighten and I could almost make out the face of my attacker. I couldn't believe it.

"S-Sakura?"

(Sakura POV)

"Hey—hi—ahem, hello, you've reached the voicemail of Li Syaoran. Leave a beep after the, I mean leave a name, I mean… Hell, you know the drill… beep."

"Hey Syaoran, this is Sakura… again. I know you're probably tired of me calling by now, but I'm really worried about you. Last night… I know what you're thinking and what you think I'm thinking. But it's not what you think! You've got to let me explain… Ugh, damn it Syaoran you are just too stubborn. I'm coming over there so you better put some frickin clothes on by the time I get there. But even if you don't have any on, you can't stop me from kicking the door open. But that would things even more complicated so—beep"

I sighed before clicking my phone off. This was at least my sixth call to his cell phone since last night and he hadn't picked up once. It was starting to piss me off. I began to dial one last number before I ventured off to Syaoran's apartment.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Eriol. Any luck?" I asked hopefully.

"Nope, hasn't answered any of mine. I'm assuming he's doing the same thing to you too, huh?"

"God, he's being such an asshole right now! Why can't he even give me two minutes of his precious time?"

"Well I can't say I don't really blame him. What would you do if you walked in on your crush and best friend lying on top of each, other in a provocative position nonetheless?"

"C-crush?" my voice squeaked in confusion.

"Oh, come on Sakura. You aren't really that dense are you?" his voice inquired with amusement.

"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about. It's not like that with him and me. He doesn't see me as anything more than a girl that stole his glory and Clow cards."

"Then why was he so jealous?" I could hear his smirk through the phone and my face flushed in response.

"The Lust Card, remember? Or did that just slip your perverted, little mind?"

"I don't think any card can force a guy to say such emotional dialogue. It seemed pretty real to me."

"Douchebag," I choked as he laughed. "Well this is all off topic! I decided that I'm going to Syaoran's whether he likes it or not. I'm not going to stand around and let him assume the worst while he drowns in his own self-pity."

"Amen!"

"Shut up. I'll call you back when I get him filled in."

"Good luck." I hung up the phone and grabbed my roller blades. Hopefully I wouldn't need to do anything drastic to make him open the door.

(Syaoran POV)

"What are you doing here?" I asked angrily, finally recovering from the shock of seeing her appear in my bedroom.

"I wanted to see you… Syaoran." Her voice vexed me. The way she was saying my name… It wasn't right.

"Well I don't want to see you," I answered, my eyes fierce and unblinking. "Ever again."

"Oh come on, baby." She coed, nearing closer to me by the second.

"What's wrong with you? Stop!" my face grew red when I realized the state of her—ahem—attire.

Black leather covered nearly every inch of her body, minus the huge slits running down each side of the outfit from under her arms to her hips. It didn't help that the profile of her breasts were exposed to the world either.

The smile only grew wider as she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my waist. I struggled to push her off but was literally hypnotized by her presence. I was slowly forgetting why I was so mad…

A sudden rough nibbling on the right side of my neck shot a spasm of unbelievable pleasure and my manhood enlarged, rubbing against the denim of my pants. I moaned as she pushed my arms over my head and a cold metal tightened around my wrists.

"Want me to stop now?" Sakura whispered, her eyes glowing insanely as she crushed her hips onto mine.

"N-no." I choked, drool escaping down the side of my mouth. Her finger rubbed the wetness away and she laughed. I was hers and she knew it.

"Syao-chan, you look so tense," with one hand she ripped my shirt away, exposing my chest to the cool air. "Let's start with a little role play."

My nod was senseless as she began peeling away the tight leather, now showcasing a skimpy pink thong and lace bra. A long wand appeared in her hand closely resembling the staff Clow Reed had given her to capture the released cards.

"Now, Syaoran," she waved the wand around my body, "You are a bad, bad Clow card who escaped from the book. Now I have you trapped, but first I have to weaken you and figure out what your name is before I can capture you.

"First, I have to seduce you," her tongue lapped over my ear as I struggled against the handcuffs. "I want you to scream my name with every fiber of your being, Syaoran. Do you understand? I want you to want me so intensely you pray for death."

Oh fuck. I was half disgusted, half horny as hell. Was she serious about all this? I never knew Sakura was such a… sadist nympho-maniac!

With an alarming screech, Sakura ripped of her bra and panties and began rubbing herself against the pink wand. I almost screamed when my erection grew impossibly larger. The pressure caused by my pants was unbearable.

"Oh, Syaoran!" Sakura moaned evilly as she slid the wand into her entrance.

"Stop!" I roared, tears now falling down my cheeks from the pain. My body lashed violently back and forth but I was completely pinned. "Why are you doing this?"

"Say it! Say my name, bitch!"(3) She jumped back onto the bed, one hand massaging her fleshy breast and the other pumping the wand.

Just when I was about to give in, I heard the door burst open and a familiar voice.

"Syao… What the fuck?!"

(Sakura POV)

As I was racing to Syaoran's apartment the strange feeling returned and my heart nearly stopped. A Lust Card! But where?

About a few blocks away from the apartment, an eerie blood red light was flashing from a window. Syaoran's window.

"Shit!" I cursed and began pushing forward even faster. "Why do they always go after him? Is he really that emotionally unstable?"

Guilt washed over me when I realized the context of my last thought. Oh course he's unstable, how would you feel if you walked in on your best friend all over your other best friend?

Wait, I don't get it. I actually wouldn't be that angry, probably more confused. But then again, I'm always confused in these fanfics because no one will give me any goddamn sense to figure out simple two plus two logic!

I'm actually not that much of a dumbass, thank you very much loyal "fans." Does being a jock automatically stereotype me under the "I-need-day-of-the-week-underwear-to-take-classes-with-the-smart-kids" group? I broke those rules long ago by wearing Wednesday on a Friday, and it wasn't by accident.

And just because I'm failing four subjects doesn't mean I have problems. I mean, look at the rest of the characters in this anime. Syaoran has more boners than a lesbian on Viagra. Well if that doesn't make sense look at Tomoyo. That whore can't keep her skirt down long enough to realize she lost it to a guy that looks like he could be her twin brother. And Clow Reed? Psh, that pedophile isn't fooling anyone with his rainbow-magic, "let's save the world" can-do attitude.

A loud shriek broke my concentration and I smacked into the concrete sidewalk the way peanut butter rapes jelly: not pretty. Shit I'm supposed to be saving Syaoran! He still doesn't know the power of the Lust Cards.

I kicked off my roller blades and raced up the staircase of the complex. Unpleasant noises were floating from above and growing nearer as I ran. My feet scuffed the floor as I now entered the hallway leading to his room.

"Hiya!" I screamed, leaping into the air with my foot aiming at his door. The frame bust under my surprisingly weak velocity and I tumbled into the room.

My eyes grew wide when I saw Syaoran handcuffed to his bed with a naked girl standing over him, performing some kind of sexual ritual I never imagined could exist. The auburn hair swished as she turned and I saw her face.

"Syao… What the fuck?!" My mouth hung open when steel-emerald eyes stared into my own. It was me! No, a Lust Card imitating me!

"Sakura?" Syaoran gasped in disbelief, looking back and forth between the imposter and me.

"Syaoran she's not me!" I cried. "I'm the real Sakura!"

"No, Syaoran! I'm the real Sakura." The Lust Card said in panic.

"Liar. I'll make you pay, hentai!" my Sakura wand appeared as I prepared to attack. "Sword!"

I charged the fake Sakura but she merely smirked and dodged. She drew her wand to imitate my weapon and began countering every attack.

"Let's make this a little more even," she giggled and slashed her sword in three quick swipes. I squealed in embarrassment as all of my clothes fell to the ground in pieces.

"Oh my god, I'm nekkid!" I tried to hide my, uh—woman parts—desperately but was forced to block another attack.

The card was good, better than me I hated to admit. She effortlessly knocked the blade from my hand and I fell backwards.

"You'll never win," pseudo-Sakura sneered while poising her sword above my throat. "You pathetic, stupid girl."

Stupid!?

I rolled away as she hurtled the blade, sticking it to the floor. My leg kicked low and tripped the card to the floor as I landed on top of her.

"Don't ever call me stupid, bitch!" I shrieked, pounding her head into the floor.

(Syaoran POV)

I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead and in heaven.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Two Sakuras were rolling around naked on top of each other… fighting for me!

This day has made history in the Li Book of Fantasy and Fetish. Though I was as bewildered as hell, I dismissed the scene as pure illusion and decided to enjoy the feature presentation.

"Don't ever call me stupid, bitch!" Sakura 1 shrieked, pounding Sakura 2's head into the floor.

"You're the stupidest slut anyone's ever seen!" Sakura 2 cried, now dominating Sakura 1.

Heaven… dum dum dum dum… must be missing an angel…(4)

"Syaoran."

La la la la….

"Syaoran."

Hee hee hee hee—

"Syaoran snap the hell out of it!"

I shook my head and focused on the Sakura who was calling my name. "What?"

"T-this is a L-lust card!" she said while fighting the other Sakura. "You m-must capture it like a—ugh—Clow card!"

"…What?"

"CAPTURE THE DAMN CARD!"

My erection ceased, somehow also breaking the handcuff's hold on me. With stealth, I grabbed the sword from the corner of my room and aimed toward both Sakuras.

"Time!"

The world froze and before me the fighters stood still. I gawked at their bodies before contemplating the identity of the "Lust" Card.

First I had to assume the card's name had something to do with lust or sex, seeing the forceful and pornographic nature of its attacks. Fake Sakura derived pleasure from my pain and even handcuffed me… Her only goal was to get me to scream her name… She demanded everything and laughed like a psycho…

"Time's up!" one of the Sakura's laughed as she choked the other and reality resumed.

"Sakura!" I took one last look into the eyes of each girl and bravely closed my own, letting the Li sword guide me by instinct alone.

Blade pierced flesh as I finally looked into the face of my victim. Her expression was twisted as I sunk the steel further.

"Obsession." I smirked and watched her eyes grow hollow. Out of some miraculous blessing, my guess was correct as I watched the card take its true form: an ugly, crimson creature with crazed eyes and a wailing mouth.

A blinding flash exploded through the apartment, rattling the windows and furniture. The obsession disappeared as quickly as it came, only leaving a card.

I exhaled in relief and turned to find a shaking girl: the real Sakura. I mean, come on, I would always know my girl from an imposter. And that was just it, because she was MY girl.

"I'm ready to talk." I announced cockily, expecting some sort of gratitude for my correct decision. Instead, I felt a painful slap.

"Hentai! Don't look, I'm still nekkid!"

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Yes, naked is spelled wrong but I thought it sounded funnier that way.

(1) True by Ryan Cabrera. I thought that sappy song would be the perfect way to piss Syaoran off.

(2) Mirror Mirror by M2M. Don't even ask how I even remembered this song.

(3) That line was used from American Pie and I definitely don't own even a piece of that ingenious cinematography.

(4) This is a real song but I really can't remember who it's by or what it's called but please know I don't own it. Haha I'm pathetic!

What a way to end the chapter. So I know you all are probably ready to grab the pitchforks and burn my house down for not updating sooner, but you have to understand that I really have been busy! I swear! Everyone told me senior year was supposed to be easy, but that's like saying hell is the next best thing since sliced bread.

But stupid analogies and the late deadline aside, I hope you at least enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make it semi-long. I also hope that Sakura's little "breakdown" dissing her fans and friends wasn't offensive in anyway, because we all know she just PMSes like the rest of us. I'm going to do my best to finish this before I go to college so please bear with me and keep up the R&R.

.kit kat