• Oh Valentine’s Day how some hate thee! Sure chocolates are good but my my one can only say no so many times. A timid girl, practically shaking, muttered to a handsome, amber-eyed boy, “Ano… Li-kun… Wou-…” She held out a box of homemade choclates. “Will you be my valentine?”

    “No. Now go away.”

    Heartborken, the girl clutched the box close to her chest and ran off, crying. Her friends, after glaring at Syaoran, ran after her calling her name.

    “A little harsh, don‘t you think?” A navy-haired boy told Syaoran. Syaoran just shrugged.

    “You should let them down more nicely though… That‘s the 12th girl that’s ran away crying.” The boy continued.

    “Yea, Eriol‘s right… It‘s gonna come back and bite you in the a**.” A scrawny black-haired boy stated.

    “Did you know that karma was really intened to be a type of magic so that-” A hand clamped over the other boy’s mouth.

    “We all know you‘re lying, Yamazaki-kun. So shut up.” More than ten years of his crazy stories Syaoran was finally able to tell which was truth and which is not. “As for you two,” he glared at the other teens, “Eriol…. Watanuki… It is none of your damn business what I do with my … admirers…” He spat out the word admirers with disgust.

    Eriol defended himself, “I‘m just saying. You do this every year. Actually… you do it everyday! Seriously you should consider other people‘s feelings.” Watanuki nodded in agreement.

    Syaoran only rolled his eyes.

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    Syaoran sighed as he carefully opened his locker to get his backpack to go home, avoiding the avalanche of love letters that fell out. He quickly picked them up and dumped them in the nearest trash bin.

    “Syaoran-kun…” A voice behind him murmured. Upon hearing his name he turned and stared at the newcomer.

    To say she wasn’t pretty would be the understatement of the century. The girl standing before him was… gross. Very oily face with blemishes everywhere, a wart on her crooked nose, her lips chapped. Her dark brown hair covered her face. She pretty much looked like some crazy witch. A witch in desperate need of some grooming. She didn’t look healthy either. Dark bags were evident under her jet black eyes. Her face very pale and thin. In one word she was... ugly. But the weirdest thing about her was that he didn’t recognize her. Syaoran knew everyone at this school, the curse of popularity and having to know everyone’s business to keep said popularity.

    “What do you want?”

    The girl held out a box of chocolates. Of course she would, it’s Valentine’s Day after all. “Me and my friend worked very hard on making these.”

    “I don‘t want them.”

    “You can at least accept them.”

    “And? I still don‘t want them.”

    “But we worked hard on making them…”

    “I really don‘t care.”

    “Well you should start caring… arrogant a*****e…”

    He gritted his teeth. “What did you say!?”

    “You heard me.” She raised an eyebrow and looked him over. “I really don‘t see why she likes you or any of those other girls for that matter.” She shrugged and walked away.

    The nerve of that b***h, thought Syaoran.

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    Finally reaching home, Syaoran plopped onto his bed.

    No one was home but him. And he knew no one would be home for quite sometime. His parents were overseas for some business trip and Wei was out shopping. He shut his eyes and tried to get a quick nap, but heard a small tapping noise.

    Tap, tap, tap.

    He groaned and hesitantly sat up.

    Tap, tap, tap. The tapping quickened.

    “What the hell is that noise?”

    “Well, it‘s me, you moron…” A voice came from his dresser’s mirror.

    “Oh…ok …” He returned to trying to get some shut eye before quickly sitting up and stare at his mirror, blinking his eyes. “W-what the ********!?

    The same girl from after school was now staring at him from inside his mirror, laughing. “Get‘s them every time, I swear!”

    Trying to regain his composure Syaoran cautiously towards his dresser’s mirror. “What… How…”

    “Well well Syaoran-kun…” She smiled. “You are such a cruel person. But people love you. Why? Because that‘s how people are. They follow what they think is perfect and beautiful.” She pointed to her heart. “But never by what‘s in here.”

    “Who…What the hell are you?”

    “Yes, we never properly introduced ourselves now did we? The name‘s Syaoron.” She chuckled. “Our names are practically same.”

    “Isn‘t that a-”

    “Guy‘s name? Yes it is.” Suddenly the girl transformed before his eyes. From a hideous girl to… his exact copy. Same hair, same eyes, same face, the girl had turned into him.