Misunderstood
Summary: The new girl in town. The biggest star in Japan. But, what's this? The number one star…a math tutor? SxS, R&R!
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: K+
Chapter One: Here We Go
THE 'I LOVE SYAORAN LI' FANSITE
LATEST NEWS – SUNDAY
Syaoran Li, the biggest, most handsome, hot, absolutely gorgeous and talented and awesome and sexy actor – doesn't have a girlfriend? Now that's news for you! Rumors had been going around that he's been dating Tomoyo Daidouji, Japan's number one fashion designer, but both denied when questioned.
'I have a boyfriend already, silly!' Tomoyo laughed, while Syaoran gave us his oh so sexy absolutely cool and sensuous and intense look as he answered back, 'Dating my cousin's girlfriend? You gotta be kidding me.'
This is your chance, ladies! Syaoran Li the sexiest and hottest and coolest and gorgeous actor is still available!
Actually, Sakura wasn't a new girl in town. Sure, she was born in Japan, she was Japanese, but spending most of her life in Europe made her 'new.' Sort of.
Name all the European and American singers, bands, actors and actresses, and she'll recognize them in an instant. Give her the mayor of Tokyo's name – "who's that, a Korean chef?"
As much as you love my narrating, the scene's gotta change. Don't whine, kids. I'll be here.
"SAKUUUUUUUUUURA!"
The auburn haired girl gritted her teeth and turned her music on louder. Even with the sound blasting from her stereo, the door closed, Sakura wearing cute little pink fluffy earmuffs –
"SAKUUUUURA! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"
Tomoyo's voice managed to carry through all the noise in a shrill enough sound to break glass.
Honestly, she needs to stop taking singing lessons. She's already a fashion designer, what more does she need?
"SAKURA, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
"I'M DOING MY HOMEWORK!" Sakura screamed back, her voice already cracking. Ignoring her best friend, Tomoyo shoved the door open. An impressive feat, since her room was filled with boxes. Sakura hadn't bothered to clean them out yet, having only moved in for a week, more or less.
Jumping over thrown clothes and opened boxes, Tomoyo marched to her side and looked down at her homework. Switching off the stereo, she raised an eyebrow. "Math? Since when do YOU care about math?"
"I CARE WHEN I GET A TEN PERCENT ON THE TEST!"
"Ouch," Tomoyo winced and tugged her ear. "Your voice can be heard all the way at Greenland."
"Hypocrite!"
"Okay, okay!"
Sakura glared hard at her. It was a Sunday afternoon, she didn't understand the homework, let alone the math, and she already had another math test tomorrow - what the hell is wrong with these teachers? "What do you want, Tomoyo?"
"You," Tomoyo beamed, plopping a duffel bag on her paper, "are going to model for me!"
Sakura yelped. "The ink, Tomoyo! You're going to smudge it! Then I'll have to redo it, 'cause if we don't, the teacher makes us sign this book and I get five– "
"Chill," her best friend rolled her eyes and started to pull out clothes from the bag. "I've got the perfect outfit, and I've got a fashion show tomorrow, so you have – to – come – "
"Uh. No"
"Why not?"
"I have school tomorrow. I'm failing my classes. And I'll bet you anything that –"
"The show starts at six."
Sakura frowned, tapping her pen against the desk. "I can't, Tomoyo. I can hardly understand Japanese, hell, my English's better than my mother tongue –"
"What do you have last period?" Tomoyo interrupted.
"English, I think."
"Double?"
"Uh… what exactly do you want?"
"Perfect!" clapping her hands together gleefully, Tomoyo smiled. "You got permission to skip English anytime, right? So skip it tomorrow! That'll give us two extra hours, so you can be at the show at two thirty!"
"I don't think so."
"Sakuuuura!"
The emerald-eyed girl sighed. "What do I get out of this?"
Seeing the smirk playing across her lips, Sakura replied quickly, "Never mind, I don't want to know, I'll go and have so much fun and you get –"
"A guy!"
"Excuse me?"
"You model for me, and you get the hottest guy in all of Japan!"
"How about no?"
"Why not?"
Sakura made a sound in exasperation. They've been best friends since they were in diapers, have been for seventeen years (Too long, Sakura thought miserably) and they were as different as day and night.
"Guys. Are. Retards."
Snorting, Tomoyo flopped herself on a nearby chair. Rolling herself around and bumping into boxes, she merely answered back, "No they aren't."
"Oh yes they are."
"They aren't."
"Oh, shut up!" Sakura groaned in frustration. "This'll just be another 'yes they are' 'no they aren't' argument that'll never end."
"But my –"
"Now piss off, Tomoyo."
She stuttered. "But what if he's –"
"I need to do my MATH HOMEWORK!"
Mumbling, Tomoyo clumsily stumbled down the stairs, rubbing her temple. Damn this girl's got a temper. Over math, no less.
Would YOU kick your friend out because of MATH homework?
Combing her fingers through her messed up locks, she merely sighed and sat down on the middle of the stairs. It wasn't Tomoyo's fault that Sakura sucked at math. No, it isn't. I know I –
Suddenly, it struck her. Like a huge gust of wind knocking you off your feet, your bag blown away, making you run after it before it gets stolen by some drunk hobo to be used as a blanket-slash-umbrella…
Uh, yeah.
Anyway, there was Tomoyo, sitting innocently on the stairs thinking about Sakura's math homework problems, when it struck her.
What, you ask, struck her? An arrow? Touya's football? A vase?
Nope.
SAKURA NEEDS A TUTOR!
And she knew who was just right for the job.
"Syaoran, Syaoran, Syaoran," Eriol smirked. "You have to take a look."
"No."
His cousin chuckled. "And why not? Don't you find the things they put on the Internet – fascinating?"
"When it's about me, no."
"Aw come on. Look here!"
"I told you, Eriol, not re –"
"'This is your chance, ladies! Syaoran Li the sexiest and hottest and coolest and gorgeous actor is still available!'"
Syaoran snarled as Eriol doubled up in laughter, almost falling out of the chair. What did he do to deserve this kind of a cousin? At age twenty-two, he should be able to live by himself – but noooooooooo. Eriol, his cousin, his 'best friend,' his manager, his so-called number one fan, gets to live with big ol' Syaoran Li.
Of course, many girls would just DIE to be beside Syaoran, let alone live in the same house as him. But is Eriol a girl?
… on second thoughts, don't answer that.
"This site is the BEST, I'm adding it to my favorites –"
Syaoran scowled again from his spot at the couch. "Why don't you go make out with Tomoyo and leave me alone?"
"Why don't YOU make out with one of your fans instead of sitting around all day like a couch potato?" Eriol shot back. "If you shove another pizza down your throat, you'll gain more weight and scare off the ladies."
"Because I look fat?"
"Well, duh," he rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose. "AND it's needed for your career, and if YOU have no career, what am I going to do? HMM? Have you thought about t –"
"I wake up every morning at five to train," Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure several hours of training will do me and my fat good, thanks."
Eriol simply shrugged and grabbed a piece of pizza himself, eating the pepperoni first while he looked at the newspaper. "Ehh, same old shit. Know what would be even MORE interesting?"
"I don't think I want to kn –"
"'SYAORAN LI: ENGAGDED AT LAST! YOU'VE MISSED THE CHANCE, LADIES!'"
And again, Syaoran rolled his eyes while Eriol did all the laughing. When his mirth finally subsided, the actor shot his manager a look. "I fail to see the humor."
"You never see humor in anything, dear cousin," Eriol chuckled. "I think it's 'bout time you got a girlfriend, Mr Hotshot."
"That's what YOU think. I think it'd be a good idea if you would, for once, let – "
"So, Mr Li," Eriol suddenly turned into a more serious tone, sitting himself across from Syaoran. Crossing his legs, taking a notepad and pen, he leaned forward and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "What do you like in a woman?"
"What the f –"
"Nuh-uh-uh," shaking his head, Eriol shook a finger at Syaoran, who just gaped at him incredulously. "No swearing in front of the ladies! That, dear boy, is what scares them off."
"Who said I was gonna swear? And move your ass," Syaoran added, snarling again. "You're blocking my view of the TV."
"Well, damn."
"What?"
Eriol rolled his eyes and took a seat in front of the laptop again. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. I think it's about time for you to get one."
"You think. I think NOT."
"If this keeps up, you won't get married until you're seventy-six."
"So?"
Snorting, Eriol sighed in frustration and glared hard at Syaoran. "You're impossible."
"At least I'm not trying to set up my cousin like you," Syaoran shot back, smirking victoriously.
Eriol's jaw dropped. "I'm NOT setting you up! That's for girls, damn it, do I look like a – no, don't answer that. Do I LOOK like the kind of person who'd do such a thing?"
"Well, since you asked –"
"Forget that I asked, I don't want to know either."
Syaoran merely chuckled and switched the channel, unfortunately to MTV. It was currently reporting the news –
"And here we go, live at the scene at the famous, sexy, incredibly good-looking and hot and gorgeous Syaoran Li's mansion!"
"What the f –"
"Well, lookie here, Syao," Eriol drawled, peeking through the curtains. "You've got a whole fan club out there. How cute!"
Indeed. As Eriol said, a crowd of screaming fans – all girls – looked like they were about to burst through the iron gates. Pretty girls, ugly ones, fat ones, anorexic ones, Barbie-look-alikes, Barney-look-a-likes… they were all there.
Syaoran, on the other hand, didn't find it was amusing as Eriol did. He merely growled, jerked the curtain closed, and was about to stomp off toward the kitchen when the MTV news reporter stated: "And look who's here! Syaoran Li's new … girlfriend?"
"WHAT?"
Eriol wrinkled his nose. "I know you don't have the best taste in women, man, but honestly… what the –"
"I DON'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"
"With that kind of temper, no wonder you scare the girls away."
"SCARE THEM AWAY? WHO ARE THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE MY GATE THEN, TRANSVESTITES?"
Shrugging, Eriol frowned and peeked through the curtains again. "Well, I don't know about you, but that one over there – the one in a red wig? Yeah. Waaaay too buff for a lady, her legs are hairy, her boobs look like she stuffed a few cherries down – hmm, yeah, see the pile around her feet? I think she's been jumping up and down to catch your attention, but the stuff fell out and now –"
"He."
"Sorry?"
Gritting his teeth, Syaoran glared at him. "That's a he, Eriol. Even a retard like you should know that."
"Well, I guess I'm a pretty special retard then."
Ignoring his sarcastic comment, Syaoran stomped angrily toward the kitchen. "Can they just lay off for once?"
"Nope."
"Thanks a lot."
"Well," frowning, Eriol followed him, his face showing that he was clearly deep in thought, "I think I know a solution to your little problem."
"And what's that?"
"Get a girlfriend, dumbass."
Syaoran opened the refrigerator, took the milk carton and proceeded to gulp down the contents without bothering to use a glass.
When he finished, he simply replied, "I will when I find one."
"Wow," Eriol smirked. "That's not the typical Hollywood attitude. They're usually the love-em-and-leave-em kind of people."
"I'm different. Got a problem with that?"
"Kind of. So, when're you getting a girlfriend?"
"I thought I answered that already," Syaoran shot back, popping a few chips into his mouth. Well, jeesh. Men don't just have large egos – they have appetites the size of Russia.
"No you didn't. Hey, save some for me too!"
Syaoran threw a chip at Eriol's forehead. Sneering, Eriol took a can of candies from a nearby shelf.
"What the hell is your problem?"
Syaoran snorted at his comment. "Hypocrite. Hey, don't eat all of that! I got those specially from France, I'm not flying all the way over just so I can get another box –"
"What d'you think they're for, decorations?"
"Not a bad idea, you know. I was thinking about stringing them onto a string and put it on a Christmas tree –"
Rolling his eyes, Eriol sat on the stool next to the counter. Capping the candy jar, he glanced at Syaoran weirdly. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. You probably scare them all off and didn't bother to t –"
"Just because YOU have a certain someone to care for, Eriol, doesn't mean we all have to," Syaoran retorted, throwing the bag of chips aside. "Now go and bother Tomoyo and leave me alone."
Eriol followed his best friend back to the living room. "Speaking of Tomoyo –"
"You always talk about Tomoyo, no surprises here."
"Tomorrow," Eriol ignored Syaoran's sarcastic comment and continued, "she's got this fashion show at that really fancy place. Forgot the name, but the point is, she has a fashion show there, and wants me to attend. So I was –"
"No."
"You don't even know what I'm talking about!"
Fixing a bored stare at Eriol, Syaoran merely turned on the TV and commenced watching Discovery channel.
Don't ask.
"I know perfectly well what goes on through your mind. No."
Sighing in exasperation, Eriol stood in front of the TV, blocking his view. "You're attending, whether you like it or not."
"Well, I'm not. You'll just have to tell Tomoyo that I feel like being an outcast tomorrow and I refuse to have her models surrounding me like bees to honey."
"I'll hire you a body guard?"
Syaoran laughed. Raising an eyebrow, he crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at Eriol in amusement. "That'll make me look like an idiot. I've got a black belt, and can't handle a few prissy girls?"
"You wouldn't hit women," Eriol frowned.
"No I wouldn't. Number one rule for men: never hurt woman physically."
"Oh, so that's how you see it? No problem if you hurt them mentally?"
Syaoran glared at him. "No. You're blocking my view. Move. Your. Big. Ass."
This got Eriol's attention. He glanced worriedly at his behind and said, "Is it really that big?"
"It's big enough to cover my view of the TV."
"Your TV takes up half of the wall."
Eyebrows shot up. Biting back a laugh, Syaoran merely replied, "Well, damn. I guess it really is that big."
"Shit. Really?"
"Yes. Really."
Eriol frowned, rubbing his temples uncomfortably. "Are you sure? Tomoyo says she thinks that it's the –"
"There are SOME things," Syaoran spit out, choking on the water he gulped down, "that you don't tell your best friend. AKA ME!"
"Just thought I'd –"
"Move. Your. ASS!"
"You're going to be a tutor."
Syaoran just stared at his weird outburst. "Um. What?"
"You're going to be a TUTOR, Syaoran. Would you like a dictionary?" Still not moving from his spot, Eriol decided to have his huge ass blocking the TV until Syaoran listened.
To what, I don't know, you just have to read on.
"Last time I checked, I was an actor. Now I'm a tutor?"
"Yep."
"Right." Frowning, Syaoran leaned sideways a little, trying to get a glimpse of the TV screen. "Now, do you mind moving your ass?"
"She needs math help. Can't you help out even this once?"
Syaoran rolled his eyes. "I'd just like to know: since when have I become a math tutor?"
"Right now."
"And I just had to ask."
Arms crossed, Eriol frowned down at him. "It's not often I ask for favors, Syaoran. Tomoyo's best friend's a really big problem at school, failing every subject 'cept for English."
"That's her problem, isn't it?"
"Yep. Her problem would be Tomoyo's problem which would be my problem which would be your problem."
"… excuse me?"
Smirking just a little, Eriol cocked his head to one side. "You're gonna be Sakura Kinomoto's math tutor, Syaoran." And before Syaoran could get a word in of protest, he added in a threatening way, "whether you like it or not."
As Eriol started for the door, he frowned and turned back again. "And you're going to Tomoyo's fashion show tomorrow. No buts."
Sakura frowned.
Aw, how cute she looked! If only Syaoran can pop in here and we'll have a 'love at first sight' scene – but, one problem.
Sakura's in the girl's changing room. Wait, no, rephrase that: in her OWN private changing room.
So, you can't exactly expect Syaoran to pop in there, can you?
Nope.
Why is our little Sakura frowning? Why is our Tomoyo grinning like a mad cat? I think we all know the answer.
"Sakura! Stop – wiggling – so – much –"
Growling, Sakura fidgeted as Tomoyo stuffed her into this – LACY stuff. "It itches!"
"Not my fault you're so sensitive. You'll look great!"
Of course, we can't forget Tomoyo and Eriol's little plan. Beaming into Sakura's annoyed face, Tomoyo through proudly how a man would be able to resist that look. 'Bout time both of them needed a little someone in their lives.
"You owe me for this," Sakura mumbled as Tomoyo zipped up the back. "I didn't do this just for nothing, you know!"
"Because you looooooooove me!"
"Eriol loves you too, why didn't you ask him?"
Tomoyo put on her 'thinking face.' "Hmm, good question. Do you think he'll want to if I asked him?"
"Oh, of course!"
An awkward yet hopeful pause until Tomoyo beamed and said, "Nah, it's a bit late now, don't you think? AND," she widened her eyes in shock, "he's a GUY!"
"Yeah, I kind of noticed that myself," Sakura mumbled.
After a lot of mumbling and grumbling from Sakura, Tomoyo managed to fit her unwilling model into her dress.
"It doesn't FIT!"
"Yes it does! You look great! You'll attract lots of hot guys, then you'll go out with one of them, have fun, and come back telling me you're getting married and show me your ring with a gigantic diamond on it!"
"… I don't think so."
Shrugging, Tomoyo merely replied, "Fine, maybe not tonight, but sometime soon?"
Sakura noted the hopeful tone in her voice. "No. I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Guys are retards."
Tomoyo rolled her eyes and hurried Sakura to a nearby chair. "That's not true. Eriol might be a little, but he's the cutest retard yet!"
"I HEARD THAT!"
Both jumped and let out a little shriek at Eriol's voice outside. Sakura let out an extra loud yelp as Tomoyo nearly poked her eye out with the mascara.
"THAT HURT!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Eriol, what the hell –"
As Tomoyo rushed to the door to greet her boyfriend – which might take a while – Sakura mumbled to herself as she held an ice cold can of Coke to her eye. "Stupid Tomoyo… dragging me off to this stupid show, where her stupid but CUTELY RETARDED boyfriend greets her and then jabs at my eye with make up… this is all her fault. No, wait. It wouldn't be her fault if the stupid university she attended let her graduate… then she wouldn't be making all these clothes and forcing me to wear them. So it's no exactly her fault, it's the mayor's fault for letting some crappy university like that let a lunatic graduate, having a fashion show and choosing me as her model and poking my eye… yeah…"
After what felt like an eternity, Sakura let out a frustrated sound and marched toward the door. "Tomoyo! End your make-out session right now, get your ass in here and make this quick!"
When she got no response, Sakura frowned and leaned closer to the closed door to hear what they were… doing.
"Are you sure it's going to work?" she heard Tomoyo hiss at Eriol.
"Positive, he's coming."
"What if he doesn't?"
Who's coming? Sakura thought frantically.
"I've… well, to put this in a nice way, I made him a bargain."
"And what kind of bargain is that?"
"I have to fly to France to buy him that jar of candy I ate yesterday."
"Uh. What?"
"Don't ask. The point is, he's coming…" Eriol's hushed voice drifted off, "hopefully."
"What d'you mean hopefully? He HAS to come!"
"Wha – of course he is! I'm flying to FRANCE just for this Tomoyo, can't you see how much I've sacrificed –"
France? Ooh, is it some famous French singer?
"Whatever. So, you sure he's coming?"
"Yeah. By the way, does Sakura know any famous Japanese stars?"
"Stars? Well, she was never really into astronomy, but she does know –"
Sakura couldn't help it. She rolled her eyes… thankfully, without Tomoyo around.
"Actors, singers, bands, Tomoyo! Not STARS."
"Oh. Well. She knows Johnny Depp."
"Who isn't JAPANESE. Oh crap, here he comes –"
"Ow Eriol, you don't have to push me so hard!"
Imagining Eriol having a totally fake smile plastered on his face, Sakura never expected what came next.
So engrossed in their little private conversation, Sakura was still glued against the door when someone decided to open the door forcefully with a loud BANG.
Shrieking, Sakura held her side of her head and glared at the person who entered it. "That HURT! You could at least knock! Wait," she frowned, "who the hell are you?"
Amber eyes just looked back at her amusingly.
A/N: HI KIDS. (:
Changed my name! Didn't like TG all that much, it sounded… cheesy. (yes, I got the name bunniPOP from CMB XD)
And yes, new story! I've been procrastinating for weeks, sorry 'bout that. But with CMB ending (which I'm working on) I thought, hey, let's start a new story.
So, that probably means I'll delete a few of my old ones that I don't like. CMB will stay, though. :)
Hope you liked the first chapter! REMEMBER TO REVIIIIIIIIEW!
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PS.
There might be some confusion with the 'skipping English class'. I got that idea from my school. You see, bilinguals tend to have better English skills than their own mother tongue – sometimes, because the English they teach around here is too easy for us, we're allowed to 'skip' it and do… other stuff. :D