New Note: I know some of you are tired of seeing me add more and more stuff to this first chapter, but I can't help it. This is my baby and I want it to be perfect. I've all ready written the next chapter. I just need to make it perfect before uploading it... so sorry if you've seen this chapter too much!

Note: Yes, I know that I shouldn't be starting a new fanfic, but I really can't help it. This idea just wouldn't stop! This doesn't mean that I will be updating my other fanfics any time soon. Sorry. I know that I suck big time.

I am taking beta requests. I've been doing work with Dark Mirth on her story Curses. Check it out! It's great and I'm not just saying that because I'm her beta reader!

Inspirational Song: We'll Be Together by Ashley Tisdale. On that note: The music sounds just like the CCS song, It's My Life. When the song started playing I actually thought it was It's My Life, but then I heard English words and I was like…

Full Moon

By MoshiMoshiQueen

Beta Readers: Dark Mirth & Chibi Neko-Chan2

"Characters' Conversations"

(Author's Comments)

Prologue

It would have been a day like any other day if it weren't for the fact that I died. It wasn't the worst way to die as far as deaths go. It wasn't death by fire or death by a weapon. I didn't drown in the ocean or die in a car accident. I didn't get sick or suffer from a complicated illness. It wasn't even very painful and there wasn't that much blood.

It was just a scratch. Then I my humanity was gone and so was the rest of my life, including Sakura.

So, imagine my surprise when she stood in front of me ten years later as a grown woman. She was gorgeous. I knew I was a goner when she turned her bright green eyes my way, let her lips fall into a pout, and said my name.

"Syaoran."

Chapter 1

We were sixteen and I was completely in love with her. She was perfect. Emerald eyes. Milky, white skin. Silky auburn locks. And she didn't even know how beautiful she was. That made her even more appealing.

She was full of innocence, heart and kindness-everything I would have destroyed if I had stayed in Tomoeda.

I moved there when I was ten years old. I had a chip on my shoulder and an attitude to boot. Despite those traits, Sakura became my best friend, even though I was determined not to like her.

My mother had packed my sisters and I up and hauled us from Hong Kong, China to Japan. She had a habit of moving us around every year or so. We never stayed in one place for too long ever since my father died. I think she couldn't stand living without him, so she compensated by moving whenever of his memory popped up again.

I was born in China and lived there until my father died when I was six. For fours years I had traveled all over the world and went to countless schools. We lived mostly around the Asian countries, such as Thailand, Nepal and Taiwan. Although, we even lived in America for a while. It was lucky for my sisters and I that we were fluent in many languages, although that didn't make it any easier for us to fit in. We had the new kid syndrome. Everyone else all ready had his or her set group of friends and it wasn't easy trying to squeeze into that.

Needless to say, I wasn't happy about moving again. I was determined to give my mother crap every step of the way. I moaned. I complained. I bitched. When all of these things didn't work I decided to just give her the cold shoulder. This was the same shoulder that knocked Sakura off of her roller blades when she came speeding towards me.

She had been late to school again and wasn't watching where she was going. I had been too lost in my thoughts to notice her scream just before we collided.

She had looked perfect that day. Her auburn locks had fallen loosely out of her red barrettes and seemed to kiss her flushed cheeks. Her emerald eyes were glazed over with tears. When she landed on top of me all I could think of was "here she is." Although I had thought that, I had to keep up my cold disposition. Not only to rebel against my mother, but for my own sake. I couldn't allow myself to make friends just to lose them in a few months. The cycle was heart wrenching.

"Get the hell off of me," I grumbled as I shoved her shoulders back and watched as her tears burned up. "I didn't mean to hit you!"

Her body was pressed against mine and I couldn't deny the heat that went soaring through me. My pulse sped up and my heart was pounding in my chest. She was wearing the normal school uniform, but somehow it just looked sexier on her- the short white skirt, tight black tee shirt, and white tie that was outlined in red. She also wore her pink and yellow helmet, elbow pads, and kneepads. Her face was free of makeup and stunning. Her emerald eyes were sparkling because of her nearly formed tears.

She tried to get her balance, but just ended up falling once again. She rubbed her bottom and pouted. When her lips turned into a pout, I almost kissed her. Luckily, I stopped myself just in time. "Do you even know how to roller blade? It's no wonder that you wear so many pads. You can barely stay on your feet."

She glared, dusted her skirt off, and then did something that shocked me. She held out her hand, "My name is Kinomoto Sakura. What's yours?"

I just stared at her petite hand like it was a foreign object. Her fingers were long and delicate. Her nails were painted a light pink. She wore a silver charm bracelet on her wrist.

She blinked and shook her hand a little bit to let me know it was still there.

I placed my palm against hers and said huskily, "Li Syaoran."

She blushed, but didn't take her hand away from mine. I felt her pulse beating profusely under my hand. We probably would have stayed in that mesmerizing position forever if Sakura didn't hear the school bell ring.

"HOEEE! I can't be late again!" she screamed as she tried to get up once again.

I forgot about my role as an asshole and helped her to her feet. She started skating off, but turned around and left me with a dazzling smile and a "Thank you!"

It was amazing how easily she forgot that she had been angry with me. I shook my head in bewilderment and pulled myself off of the ground. I was wearing the normal school uniform. Black and white shirt edged with a red line, white tie, black shorts, and black shoes. Above my heart was the Tomoeda symbol. Through out the years I had worn so many school symbols above my heart, but this one meant something to me. It represented a new beginning and later it would start to represent my love for Sakura.

I dusted off my shorts and walked slowly. I didn't care if I was late. It would be another stab at my mother. I had only walked a few steps before I noticed a pink lunch pail. It must have been Sakura's.

I hesitated. I was supposed to be cold, untouchable. The new kid who was an asshole wouldn't pick up that pink lunch pail.

My hand twitched and I frowned.

I walked into the classroom prepared for what was going to happen. It was actually a good ploy. People would snicker and then I could give them a taste of my attitude. Right away they would know not the mess with me for the rest of year, or how ever long my mother decided to stay in Japan.

The classroom was average looking. It looked like every other school I had been in the past four years. The desks were made out of fake wood, plastic and were all in a straight row. The blackboard was covered in chalk and useless notes on grammar. There were posters on the walls the sprouted out lame quotes like "You are your own success" and "There is no I in team."

The teacher's desk was lodged in a corner and was covered with papers and colored folders. There was a calendar on the wall next to it with students' birthdays written on it in a red ink.

As soon as I walked in I heard the chuckles and the whispers. Gossip was spreading like wildfire and I didn't make it an easier for self. I knew they would talk anyways. At least this way I could control what they were thinking and saying.

"Nice lunch pail, new kid. Do you have a pink sippy cup in there to match it?" a voice called out.

I heard the snickers behind me, but ignored them and dropped Sakura's lunch pail on her desk. Her eyes widened and then she smiled, "Thank you, Li."

"Don't," I replied as I took my seat behind her and crossed my arms over my chest.

I felt her falter in front of me, but as always; she surprised me by keeping the smile plastered upon her lips.

I sent death glares to everyone who was still laughing. They clammed up immediately and I smirked. I still had it.

The rest of fall continued in this fashion. Because my mother made my sisters and I move a lot, I learned not to get too attached to anyone. I didn't try to make friends because I knew that I would just lose them. Nobody ever kept in touch, no matter much they promised. I had learned this the hard way.

I built up this reputation as being the bad ass, but as soon as Sakura smiled at me I felt that shell melt away. Our male classmates basically stayed away from me and angrily watched me from a distance. They tried to compete with me in everything from homework to sports, but I would always come out the winner. I was a natural at everything I tried. Plus, being a black belt in Wushu (type of Chinese martial arts) helped whenever one of them got bold enough to challenge me. That was a rare event.

Our female classmates watched me from a distance, but didn't show anger towards me. They showed anger towards Sakura. They were jealous that she gained all of my attention while I rebuffed theirs.

Despite the jealousy the girls felt towards Sakura, they were mostly friendly towards her. You couldn't help, but to like Sakura. She made everyone feel like they were one in a million. She had tons of friends, while I had none… well except for Sakura.

No matter how hard I tried to give Sakura the cold shoulder and the attitude, she continued to be friendly towards me. It was as if she knew my cold disposition was all an act.

Most people stayed away from me, but Sakura would skip up to me, take my arm in hers and laugh. "Oh, Li. Stop frowning. You're face will get stuck like that," she'd say.

"Good then maybe you would leave me alone," I'd reply. She only smiled as if she was keeping a secret to herself. What I would have given then to be a mind reader.

It was only when winter hit that our relationship changed. The class went on its annual ski trip. As the bad ass of the school, I was naturally good at everything, including skiing and snowboarding. I would beat all of the guys in races, speed past the girls who swooned, and throw snow at the nerds who would try to stay inside and play checkers.

I loved the feel of the snow under my snowboard. I felt powerful and in control. These two emotions were ones I rarely got to feel because my mother always displaced my sisters and I in a new environment devote of control. I couldn't control my mother, I couldn't control my situation and I couldn't control what the other students would think about 'the new kid.'

I wore my dark green jacket, black ski pants, and silver snow goggles. I felt great in that outfit. I was so glad to be out in the wintry environment. It was as if you could get lost in the snow and the icy winds.

"Syao!" a voice called out.

Sakura was the only person who dared to call me that nickname and was the only person I allowed to call me by my given name.

"I thought I told you not to call me that," I gritted out as I stopped in front of her. She was wearing black ski pants, a pink jacket with white fur lining, white boots, and a pair of snow goggles. Her hair was pulled up by pink barrettes and she had her silver charm bracelet on her right wrist.

She ignored my comment and grabbed my hand. "Help me on the bunny slopes."

"The bunny slopes are for losers, Sakura."

I thought since she called me by my first name I could call her by hers. Plus, it made the other guys jealous and as a bad ass that was something you had to do on a daily basis.

She pulled me to the tiny snow banks anyways. I didn't argue with her. It would have gotten me nowhere. I had never won an argument against her, ever. She would give me her sad, puppy dog eyes and I would melt.

"Come on, Syao. Teach me," she said as she pouted.

That pout was always my downfall. I couldn't say no to those lips. Sighing, I tried to guide her through the process. Sakura had always been a quick learner, but she didn't focus hard enough. Things would distract her a lot.

"Syaoran! Look at Rika-san go!" she shouted gleefully.

"Sakura, watch where you are going!" I shouted as she slid towards the harder courses.

It was like a slow motion movie was happening before my eyes. My Sakura was sliding down the hill at a rapid pace. She had heading straight towards the thinning lake. "SAKURA! Try to stop!"

"I can't! We didn't get to that part yet!" she screamed back at me as she slid faster down the mountain. It was just like Sakura to joke at a time like this.

I was skiing as hard and as fast as I could, but I still couldn't make it in time. She screamed as she hit the ice. It cracked under her feet and she instantly sunk. I made it to the lake and didn't hesitate. I removed my snowboard and jumped in.

The water was so cold that I lost my breath. It felt like my lungs had collapsed and my head exploded. All I could think of was Sakura. I couldn't lose her. I saw her struggling against the ice. Her skis were pulling her deeper into the water. I swam towards her feet and unhooked the skis, grabbed her arm, and yanked her towards the surface.

When we burst out of the water, a rescue squad was already there to pull us out. I vaguely remember seeing my teachers and fellow classmates shouting. I ignored them and held onto Sakura's hand. It looked so pale and it sported a blue tint. One of the rescue members spoke, "You can let go now, kid. She's okay."

I remember mumbling Sakura's name before I passed out. I woke up a few hours later, my body piled in blankets. I sat up quickly and searched for Sakura. When I couldn't find her I jumped out from the bed.

Someone had kindly dressed me in green pajama pants and a white shirt. My feet were covered with thick socks and I felt the floor creak under them as I walked.

I opened up the door next to my room and there she was. She looked so pale and delicate, piled under all those blankets.

I walked up to her bedside and took her hand in mine. "Sakura," I whispered.

She didn't stir, but somehow I knew she heard me. I was just so glad she was alive that I wasn't thinking straight. I got under the blankets with her and held her to my body. I just couldn't let her go.

We awoke a few hours later and she was staring at me with those deep, emerald eyes. "Syao."

"Sakura."

"I'm sorry that I ruined your ski trip. I knew you were looking forward to it," she said as tears poured down her cheek.

I hugged her to my body and mumbled in her hair, "Of all the things to be worried about."

She closed her eyes and hugged me back.

After that day I never tried to be anything except myself around Sakura. She was my best friend from that day on and the summer we turned sixteen was the summer I was going to try to make her more than that.

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and I just couldn't sit still. I was pacing back and forth past the Tomoeda Park swing sets.

The sun was setting slowly in the background, bruising the sky. It was as if the air and clouds couldn't decide what to do. Did they want to bask in the sun or did they want to give in to the darkness? Hot pinks, bright oranges, and electric yellows were intermixing with dark purples and shadowy blues.

In the middle of the battle was a full moon. It had an eerie glow and seemed to try to suck all of the colors out of the sky. It pulsated with power and it was so big that I could count every crater.

I felt the air getting cooler as the sun gave in to the losing battle of nighttime, but it didn't make me sweat any less. For a moment, I gave up and sat on the swing set.

Near me were the giant penguin that Sakura loved so much, a red colored seesaw, a jungle gym, and various other park objects. I could picture Sakura and I playing on these things. This place had always brought back good memories of our childhood. Today, I had come to the park to catch my breath and wait for Sakura. I told her to meet me by the swings because I had something important to tell her… the most important thing I would ever tell her.

It was the summer before the start of our junior year and I had finally decided to tell Sakura that I was madly in love with her. It had taken me six years to gain the courage to tell her.

My mother had wanted to leave Tomoeda as soon as my first school year had ended, but I put my foot down. I flat out refused to leave with her and I think she knew why. I also think that is why she didn't put up a great fight. She decided to let my sisters and I stay in Japan and whenever she felt herself wanting to move she went on a vacation. We were all able to live well because of my father. He had owned a billion dollar company and left all of the money to us when he died.

My oldest sister Fanren was actually groomed to take over the business when she was old enough. She was perfect for the position and it was rare when the female heir was the one to take over. I guess my father always knew that I wasn't interested in following in his footsteps.

He raised me to look out for my sisters. He knew that others, especially his board, wouldn't like the fact that my sister was running things. Even though I was the youngest, I always had their backs, Fanren's especially. I tried to be her eyes and ears when she wasn't around.

The new arrangement really worked out for the best. My sisters and I could finally grow some roots. We could make and keep friends. We had a place to call home and to a ten-year-old boy that was the best feeling in the world… well, besides what I was feeling at the park. Love.

I had hidden my feelings from Sakura for six years, but I just couldn't stand it any more. Whenever another boy would even look at her, I screamed inside. She was mine. She had always been mine.

She had never told me she loved me, but she had to love me… I mean why else would she still be my friend? Why else had she put up with my crap? Why else… these thoughts just kept keeping me back.

There were so many what ifs and worries. What if she rejected me? Would this ruin our friendship? Would things ever be the same? I couldn't live without her… I couldn't stand it if she rejected me.

How would I survive if I told her I loved her and she didn't feel the same about me? I could imagine it now… she would take my hands in hers and softly tell me that she only thought of me as a friend.

I sighed to myself as I pushed against the sand to make the swing go higher. I needed to just tell her how I felt and let the cards fall. I couldn't keep this secret to myself any longer. I needed Sakura to think of me as more than a friend.

I needed her to press those pouted lips against mine. At sixteen, I needed her to be with me like she was in my dreams. Would this scare her away from me? I shook my head away from these thoughts. One step at a time, Syaoran.

She had to know I loved her, right? I never went out with any other girls. Heck, I didn't even really talk to any other girls besides Sakura.

She had to feel the same, right? She didn't really show interest in any other boys. Well, she did have some feelings for her older brother's best friend, Yuki, but that never went anywhere because Yuki had always been in love with Touya, Sakura's brother.

Plus, those hadn't even been serious feelings. I mean, sure, we did go to dances with other people, but I was never interested in any other girls besides Sakura. It had always been Sakura.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Just as I was exhaling I heard a sound that stopped my heart. A howl.

Instant goose bumps appeared on my arms. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I shivered as the wind became crisp.

I jumped off of the swing and turned around. In front of me were two glowing eyes. I stepped into a fight stance, but even then I knew it was hopeless. The eyes came closer and a wolf stepped into the light. I saw its sharp fangs, ripped body and hungry look.

The wolf was huge. Its body was covered with muscles and its' heckles were standing straight up. Its eyes were a molten gold and hot blue and its fur was as dark as midnight.

I took a step back and it slowly advanced on me.

"Please, don't," I called out to it, but that seemed to make him want me more.

I turned to run, but I knew it was over as soon as I felt his claws scratch my arm.

The pain was excruciating. I felt like my skin was being ripped from my body. I was on fire. I screamed and screamed until my voice started to crack and disappear all together. My entire body was soaked with sweat and I felt like I had been dipped in a volcano. I could feel my bones crunching, changing, and growing. My clothing was being shred from my body as I kept growing.

I rolled around on the ground pleading for death as my body transformed. I slammed my fists upon the dirt-covered earth as hard as I could. I left large dents upon the soil and I felt the ground shake under me.

My organs were shifting and I could feel my ribs and chest grow. My upper body turned to stone as muscles grew rock hard upon my torso. My teeth felt like they were ripping out of my gums as they grew into fang-like canines. My face started to take a wolf-like shape as my eyes tingled. It was as if I could feel them changing colors and flashing gold. I felt my ears start to change and point straight up. Hair sprouted from every pore of my body as I managed to strangle out another cry that turned into a howl.

The last thing I remember before passing out was Sakura.

I awoke in a pile of bloody clothes. I didn't stay to figure out if they were mine or someone else's. I didn't want to know the answer.

I ran as fast and as hard as I could. My naked form didn't embarrass me. All I could think of was home. I needed to get home. I needed to pack and I needed to leave.

My senses must have altered during the transformation because I could hear and see everything with a strange clarity. I could hear the wings of a bird fluttering violently a block away. I could even see each feather gleaming underneath the morning sun.

My brain was running a mile a minute and I tried to stop the noises in my head, but I couldn't I could hear everything from bees bussing to crickets singing.

My vision should have been blurred, but everything was so clear. It was like I was wearing permanent binoculars.

Because it was quite early in the morning, there wasn't a soul outside. I made it to my house in seconds. I opened the door quietly and ran up the stairs. I made it to the bathroom just in time.

"Syaoran, is that you?" a voice called out.

"Yes," I growled out. My voice was still damaged from my screaming the previous night. It felt like I had ingested sand and gravel.

"Where were you? Why didn't you come home?" the voice called out again. I could now tell that it was my eldest sister, Fanren.

"I can't-"

"I understand," she whispered, "You told Sakura."

"Yes," I called out because I knew that reason would satisfy her.

"I will leave you alone, little brother. Remember that we all love you."

At that comment I felt tears fill my eyes. Was it weird for a werewolf to cry?

"A werewolf," I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. My body was covered in dried blood and was strangely altered. My body was leaner and stronger. My muscles were more defined. It was as if the transformation hadn't completely disappeared after the full moon had fallen.

I also felt older. I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders now. I was use to responsibility because I had always been the only male in my household, but this was different. I had to carry around a new responsibility. I had to keep the people around me safe, I thought to myself as I looked at the rest of my body in the mirror.

There were stains around my mouth. Leaves and twigs stuck were in my messy brown locks. I looked at my hands. Last night they had turned into vicious paws that ripped-

I couldn't think of that. Did I kill people? I slide to the floor and put my head in my hands. I knew what I had to do, but it still hurt. It hurt worse than the transformation had.

I entered the shower. I put the water on as hot as it could go and breathed in the steam. My heart felt like it was torn out of my chest. I let out a strangled growl. Sakura, please forgive me after this, I silently prayed.

I had all of my bags packed by the next morning and loaded them into my car. I was going to live with uncle in China. My mother and sisters were sad to see me go, but they were very understanding. My eldest sister had told them that Sakura had broken my heart and I let them believe it even though it wasn't right to have them thinking ill of Sakura.

Although I had been prepared for the love of my life to coming running up to me… it still hurt me when she appeared.

"Syao! Syao, wait up," her voice called after me. I heard my sisters whisper softly to themselves and I cringed.

Please, please just leave me alone, I thought.

I felt her hand on my shoulder and I visibly flinched. I knew her face fell and her lips turned into a frown.

"What's wrong, Syaoran? Where are you going," she asked as I turned around to face her. She was breathtaking as always. She looked good in everything she wore from a school uniform to casual clothes.

She was wearing a form fitting pink shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans, and matching flip-flops. Her hair was loose around her face. It made it even harder to do what I had to do… I needed to save her from myself.

"Sakura, I can't talk to you anymore."

I saw confused tears spring into her emerald orbs. "Why?"

"I just can't. I'm moving away."

"Moving? But, I thought you told your mom you never wanted to move again?" she whispered, as if she was trying not to hurt my mother's feelings.

"I changed my mind," I said as I started to walk away from her and towards the car. She tried to keep up with my pace as she replied, "We could always write… you don't have to stop­­—"

"What don't you understand?" I growled out as I stopped and faced her, "I don't want to ever talk to you again."

"Syaoran…"

Tears were pouring down her cheeks and her face was completely flushed with sorrow and pain. I took a deep breath before thrusting the verbal knife in deeper.

"Oh, don't cry. You always knew I was an asshole," I called out loudly as I walked away from her for the last time. I entered the car, slammed the door and closed my eyes to stop the tears from streaming.

I didn't look back. Now I really wasn't lying to my family… my heart really was broken.

(Ten years later)

"Syaoran… what… where…" Sakura couldn't seem to speak and neither could I. As I watched her search for the right words I realized that my heart had still been broken until this moment.

"Sakura."

Here she is.

Q and A Section

Q: How long did it take you to write this? I think this is the longest chapter you've ever written!

A: I know. I'm really proud of this one. It took me a few days to write it. I then sent it to my lovely beta readers. Edited it and then reread it. Then edited it some more. I spent a lot of time on this. I wanted it to be perfect. I was trying to make it twenty pages long, but blah I just couldn't. There was no more details to add!

Q: So vampires and werewolves? I mean, what's next?

A: Nothing! Believe me. I really don't need to be starting any more fanfics.

Q: Why all of the magical beings lately?

A: Actually Neko-chan got me into this series called Twilight. It really got me into the magical realm. You should read the books. Awesome stuff.

Q: I love how you went back into the past to explain how Sakura and Syaoran met.

A: I was hoping that wouldn't be too confusing. I really wanted to explain everything that has happened between them.

Q: So, what happened between Syaoran and the wolf?

A: I'm going to leave that a mystery. Just remember what I said in the very beginning about it.

Q: So, what is next for you?

A: I really don't know. I want to work on my other fanfics, especially Flexible Strings Attached. We will just have to wait and see what happens. I did write half of the third chapter of Summer Heat though, so that will be updated next.

Here's a guide to my werewolves:

It basically explains my version of werewolves. If you've ever seen Skinwalkers than that is what my werewolves look like.

My werewolves age. My werewolves remain human like, but can turn into a full out wolf. My werewolves do not just turn during full moons. When angry or out of control they can turn as well. My werewolces change eyes colors when they turn. They eyes can also flash a different color when they are upset. They can only be killed with a silver weapon through the heart. They have excellent hearing, strenth and speed. They can 'infect' other people by a scratch or bite by another werewolf. I'm not letting you know if a werewolf can be saved... they would give way too much away and plus I haven't even decided, hehe.