------------------- Title: Ah! Ying-sama Rating: PG Pairing(s): S/S + E/T --------------------

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, or the characters - except the ones that I have made up.

A/N: Please note that in this fic all the characters have been changed and may be a little OOC. Sakura and Syaoran have never met and Sakura does not own the Sakura or the Clow Cards. Please R+R

~*~*Chapter 1 - A tale *~*~

The pale moon shone dimly, the faint rays illuminating the surroundings with a ghostly, eerie light.

"Ah my cute descendant! I will tell you a story..." A tall, well built man with hair of raven black that was pulled into a loose ponytail smiled down at the little boy sitting on his knee.

"Don't want to hear it!" The little boy pulled a silly face ands tuck out his small, podgy, pink tongue. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown. The man raised a muscular, tanned hand and ruffled the little boy's chestnut-brown hair - resulting in another face being pulled and a small, plump hand moving towards his hair to flatten it down, and to protect if from further ruffles.

"I'm sure you'd enjoy it though!" The man looked at the boy kindly, "it's about the moon." Just then, a girl, quite a few years older than the boy sitting on the man's knee skipped in, her curly auburn hair bouncing with every step.

"Hello, Uncle Clow!" She smiled sweetly, fiddling with her two plaits. It was unclear exactly what relation the man was to the Li family, and the children were never told who he was precisely. To simplify matters they just called him "Uncle Clow". It was believed that he was a great-great grandfather but as the youngest member of the family; Syaoran, had commented, "You're too young to be that!" It was decided that he was to be called "uncle".

"Hello, would you like to sit down for a story?" Clow said gently, leaning back into his tall, plush, crimson armchair. The girl shook her head, her earrings jingling as she did so.

"Me and my sisters are making Xiao Lang a new costume for Chinese New Year!" Smiling at the little boy, she pinched his cheek playfully and skipped back out again, leaving a rather disgruntled looking Syaoran rubbing his sore cheek.

"Looks like just you and me, my cute little descendant." The man laughed, his midnight blue eyes twinkling behind his round rimmed glasses. "You see that?" The man pointed towards the window, the moon hanging like a silvery orb in the dark night's sky.

"Yes of course, it's the moon!" The boy grunted, he had an urge to add in the word "stupid" in his sentence but he knew that if his mother heard him, he was just about dead meat.

"Well, on the moon, there is said to be an entire kingdom..there is also a princess, or rather a Goddess of the moon! She is so beautiful that she has to wear a veil to cover her face..."

"Argh! She has SARS?!" The little boy's eyes widened in alert.

"No, of course not, she wears a veil, not a protective mask. She wears a veil because her mother, the Queen Goddess is afraid of mortal men, falling in love with her."

"That's stupid!" The little boy retorted, "Why would people love her for her looks?!"

"Well, I'm not quite sure how to explain this, but I'm sure if you met her you'd think otherwise...anyway...because of her veil, the only part of her face you can see are her eyes. If anyone looks into her emerald green eyes, they will be under her spell, or so they say. And her hair is honey-brown, long and flowing. You can always recognise her because she always wears long gowns of white."

"How do you know?" The boy asked, sounding unconvinced of such a person existing and bored.

"I've seen her. She is a fair maiden, who will help those in need. She will guide them, in fact she's sitting up there now. If you look hard if enough, I'm sure you'll see her, sitting on a fountain ledge, stroking her white rabbit."

"Wow? Really? Is that the rabbit which makes the moon cakes?" The boy's eyes glowed with happiness.

"Yes, but she helps it make them and sometimes she delivers them." The man smiled convincingly.

"I like her. She sounds nice!" The little boy agreed, clapping his podgy little hands together.

~*~

From the moon, the Goddess watched down onto the Earth, her eyes fixated on a certain household in one of the large provinces of China. Stroking the silky coat of the famous white moon rabbit she hummed a little tune to herself, gently cradling the rabbit in her arms, rocking it to-and-fro like a young infant. Listening, watching; everything around her blooming in love and prosperity.