Monster in Law
Summary: In desperate need of a miracle to cure her overly shy cousin Sakura Kinomoto – Tomoyo Daidouji enters her in a nation wide contest to find famous Syaoran Li a wife, against 13 other women who all have the same goal in mind: Syaoran Li's heart. Can Sakura overcome her shyness and capture Syaoran and his mothers' heart? AU & OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS at all, so don't sue me w;
I've also been informed of a movie with JLO and its pretty much about the same thing as my story, I would just like to say: I'm not taking my plot from this movie, I've never ever seen it, so please don't assume that. I had no idea of this movie before a reviewer brought it to my attention.
I don't own the movie, but I do own my own plot which has no relationship to the movie since I've never seen it.
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Chapter One:
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They say that a bond between a mother and her unborn child is unbreakable, unexplainable and just magical. They also say that the feeling after giving birth, the-never-wanting-to-let-you-go-because-your-mine feeling, is indescribable. I never got that feeling with my mom; I never even got to meet her. It was me or her, the doctors said and she chose to me.
I never grew up with a mom, I never got that girl-to-girl experience, and I never went shopping with my mom or went to movies with my mom. Instead, I did that all with my friends and was surrounded by an older grouchy protective brother who didn't want me standing within 30 feet near a guy because he'd rip their head off, along with another prized possession if they ever touched me. I also grew up with my father, for the longest time he couldn't look at me because I was the reason why my mother died.
My friends meant the world to me; they were always there for me, teaching me things that friends teach. My father and brother – they raised me well, but they're not girls, it was never the same. I was always jealous of my friends and their moms, but surely to god – not having a mother takes its toll on people, I never got that mothers' advice on boys, I don't even know how to talk to guys, my friends taught me tips but it wasn't ever the same, you cant learn everything from your friends, a mothers' advice is always the best. I never got that down to earth talk from mothers. I never got any of that and sure – to the naked eye, I got along just fine and turned into a fine young lady, but I'm not okay.
I was neverokay.
My name is Sakura Kinomoto, and this is my story.
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Her head was hurting so bad, she could barely lift her head off of the plastic till that sat glued to the cream colored marble counter. She didn't get much sleep last night, probably due to the fact that her roommate was being excessively loud last night with her boyfriend and their bed kept banging against the wall that separated them.
She lie awake all night and finally at 6 am, she fell asleep and had to be awake 3 hours later, to be at work for 10 and ever since she came to work in her shitty little Toyota, during the blizzard that hit the town of Tomoeda last night, the café: "Coffee Beanz" hasn't been busy at all.
Why couldn't she just go home already? Here she was, doing bitch work – like running the till because an employee called in saying she wasn't coming in because of the fact that there was at least 5 feet of snow piled outside and she was promoted to an "assistant manager" last year, yet she's doing bitch work, while her manager sits on her ass in the office playing on the computer and talking on the phone to her boyfriend (which Sakura could bet her ridiculous crappy salary on).
Large companies, schools and most places were closed for the day seeing as the snow just came late last night – after a gorgeous warm 'summer' night. Many people weren't expecting it, and even the news wasn't. They predicted a nice 16 degree day today which would be great seeing as it's only early October.
"Sakura, you can go on break now"
The girl glanced over in the direction that her name was called and sighed, her manager Kim was standing in the front of the store, cleaning the windows. The windows kept fogging up and it was hard to see out of the windows, the snow still coming down hard.
Sakura stepped down from her position at her till and sighed as she headed into the back and took off her apron it catching on the gold locket that lied lifelessly on her chest.
Sakura cursed under her breath as she impatiently unraveled the apron from her locket – something that meant the world to her.
The best way to describe Sakura Kinomoto? A 21 year old, with shoulder length honey brown hair – a few natural blonde highlights glimmering under the café's lights. She has stunning emerald eyes that stood out in a crowd, they were her mothers. Something she treasures – that she got something special from her mother.
The only draw back to her upbeat, cheery, friendly personality? She has no damn clue on how to approach guys, or talk to them. She's the girl next door type, but never ever girlfriend material. Guys' can't see themselves with her because of her shyness. It was a problem that she didn't think she could ever break.
Until her cousin Tomoyo Daidouji reentered her life.
Sakura poured herself a nice latte, in one of the dark brown mugs and sat down by the window, watching the snow fall down onto the sidewalks and roads. The road was deserted, there was not a car in sight, most lights along the sidewalk were turned off, and everyone was at home by a nice fire afraid to step into the dangerous blizzard. Except Sakura.
Her thoughts wondered back to her childhood, memories from playing in snow blizzards flooding into her brain, she remembered her father dressing her up in such a heavy snowsuit so she could go play outside.
Twenty minutes of being outside, he had to spend 5 minutes to get the snow suite off for her to run to the bathroom, she was five at the time and never understood why he was so protective.
That only changed when she grew older, her brother grew scary and protective, angry at any guy that she befriended – he'd be the one to scare them off and her father? He distanced himself and never told her why, until she graduated high school 3 years ago.
'I could barely look at you once you got older, you were like a splitting image of your mother, and it broke my heart everyday to see your warm cheery face'
Her hand unconsciously clasped the locket and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in as she thought of her mother and how she never got to meet such a wonderful person.
Her older brother, Touya never held her responsible for the death of their mother but her father did for the longest time, and it broke her heart knowing her father could never look at her.
And now, today, their relationship is still not the same, seeing as he's constantly in other countries digging up bones of deceased people and finding out their stories of how they died. He's a legend to most archeologists and in high school kids didn't believe she was the daughter of Fujitaka Kinomoto and his brilliant ways.
Since the beginning of school, little Sakura Kinomoto never understood why she didn't have a mother, why she was special considered to other kids whose mothers' dropped them off and bought them cute little clothes. It was in grade 4 when she was hanging out with her cousin, Tomoyo – a few years older than her, told her that her mother was never coming home. She never did come home, she never would be coming home – it was impossible.
That's when little Sakura Kinomoto understood the concept of death; she also began to understand the concept of boys and their cooties.
Most girls in grade 6 began 'flirting' with the opposite sex but Sakura always kept her distance from the opposite sex. Sure, she had tons of girl friends but when it came to boys, right from the get-go she didn't know how to approach guys.
During her junior high years, Sakura was the only one in their small school that didn't have a boyfriend; her friends were experimenting with different boys, understanding the feelings that came along with a boy, the good and the bad – and crying their heart out when they broke up a week later, after they told him that they loved him.
He got scared and took off, leaving them in the dust and Sakura to be the good friend she is, and pick up the pieces of her friends' dignity.
Sure, Sakura was always jealous – she was jealous of her friends moms', they'd come to school and talk about how their mom got them a new ipod or a new pair of shoes and Sakura felt jealousy burning deep within her. She wanted to snap and just tell everyone to shut up.
She was also jealous of the fact that she had never had a boyfriend, or close guy friends. She couldn't talk to guys – they were so much more different than girls and when it came to guys? She clammed right up and kept her distance. Of course, in her small town – everyone knew everyone so there was very little of this, "new guy from the city" and how Sakura could befriend him and eventually, they'd fall in love and live happily ever after.
It was only a dream.
Only a dream that would never, ever come true – because she missed out on all of that as a kid and there is no way that she could ever get a guy now, even in her early twenties.
When male customers order a coffee, Sakura can't get the words to come out – she can't even relax around men – it's a habit to just automatically clam up and not say a word, not even a peep.
How is she going to be able to break that bad habit?
Sakura Kinomoto was tired of the weak, shy, pushover girl that she is. She was hoping for a tall, dark and handsome man to waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet but it's pretty hard considering no guy wants to spend the time and fix her of her problems.
She needs fixing and not many decent guys' wants to take the time to 'fix' her.
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Tomoyo Daidouji sat at her vanity table, brushing her long dark hair that extended past her shoulders and came to a stop just above her stomach. She was the essence of any gorgeous, beautiful woman with pale skin, large amethyst eyes that screamed lust, mysterious and mischievous. Her red lips were full, and many guys described them as kissable. She was the woman of any mans dreams, with a full curvy body and a soft voice that was like melody to ears.
Basically, Tomoyo is a goddess and with a bat of her eyes she could have any man on his knees begging. It was her power and she sure in hell knew how to use it.
Glancing down at her perfectly manicured nails she sighed as she glanced through the mirror and into the messed up bed, a body lying on the mattress – a few blankets thrown over the stomach of the body – hiding precious cargo from sight. She sighed as she got up and headed back to the bed, dressed in a silk purple robe.
England was currently very rainy, and she missed home. Being a Japanese native, she left home at an early age to travel with her mother – Sonomi Daidouji. She's been to many countries including America, Canada, Hong Kong (where she lived for 1.5 years), Australia for 4 years and England for 5 years. She left home when she was 10 and has never been back since; she left behind her beloved cousin Sakura Kinomoto that meant the entire world to her.
It's just a shame that they haven't talked since her departure at the airport.
It was a teary one, full of promises to the 8 year old girl, and to this day, Tomoyo often found herself wondering what her cousin was up to, how she was carrying on in life, was she successful? Did she have a boyfriend? Or was she married, or with kids? The answer would remain unknown until Tomoyo could afford to take the time off to visit Japan but ever since her mothers' death last year, Tomoyo has taken over the fashion company to honor her mothers' hard work and name.
The body on the bed shifted and Tomoyo glanced over from her position on her bed, a book propped up in both hands and a pair of purple and black reading glasses adorning her face.
She paid no attention to the man next to her, sure he was her current boyfriend but she paid no heed to him, last night he got enough attention and being nearly 1 in the afternoon she felt it wasn't her job to baby sit the grown man nearing the age of 24.
Deciding to go get some tea from the kitchen, she got up and placed the romance novel on her nightstand before wrapping her satin purple housecoat around her small tiny frame. Not giving the man one last glance, she made her way to the kitchen, passing the hallway where family photos adorned the wall. Her late mother's picture was hanging on the wall with a 16 year old Tomoyo, it was her second year in high school and they were just leaving Australia to come to England.
She went to many schools during her stays in different countries, the news was constantly all over her – she was always in the spotlight, ever since her mothers' company got signed with D&G when she was 10. That's when her mothers' hard work started paying off.
When they moved to Australia, Sonomi made sure to enroll Tomoyo in the best school in Sydney and there she took fashion and design courses. During her high school years, she was one of the most desired girls by the male population. Especially being foreign.
Sure, it was hard – being so far away from her family, especially since she lost Sakura's number in one of their numerous moves so she had no way of contacting her cousin which broke her heart, but as time passed – she moved on and only thought about her during times when she was designing clothing and modeling.
'I promise you Saks, when you're older you can model for me!'
Tomoyo closed her eyes and leaned against the counter, holding the white and blue mug in her hand. The sent from the tea wafted up into her nose and she inhaled the Green Tea, it calming her of her thoughts.
She needed to go back to Japan, she needed to see her cousin, and it has been way to long, way to long without her dear best friend.
Grabbing the phone, she dialed an all too familiar number, "Hi Linda, can you book me a flight to Tokyo as soon as possible, please"
There was a light murmur in response and Tomoyo smiled, "I want to leave tonight or tomorrow, just for a few days"
There was another silence as her agent responded, "I can afford to take some time off Linda, this is important to me – it's about my family"
A few moments later, Tomoyo smiled and got off the phone before putting her cold tea down on the counter and heading back to her bedroom to begin packing.
She'd have to wake up her boyfriend and end it, because her heart wasn't in the relationship anymore.
He seemed so distant lately, she's been going out with movie star Troy Yawaski and lately – because he's been traveling so much and hasn't been home, she barely gets to see him and because he's a hot model, he's been in the papers a lot.
With other women and actresses and usually Tomoyo just pushes it aside but lately, it's been enough.
He's pushed her to her limit.
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"Syaoran Li!"
Reporters shouted his name left right and center as he descended down the stairs of the Li Corp building. The weather was perfect; Hong Kong was great for fall weather, or at least the start of fall weather.
He slid his sunglasses onto his face and peered into the bright sun, the cold crisp air whipping at his face. He pulled his blazer shut and glanced over at his companion, best friend and cousin – Eriol Hiiragizawa, the media organizer hired by the Li Company for campaigns and keeping them in the media.
Something Syaoran Li grew very tired of lately.
"Have you found a wife!?"
"Is it true that you broke it off with supermodel Tina Lam?!"
"Is it true that she's expecting a child, your child?"
Eriol glanced towards the reporters and stepped down, "Syaoran Li is currently single and not looking for a relationship, ladies." He added seriously with a wink, "He did indeed break it off with Tina, and no she's not expecting a child from Syaoran"
Reporters buzzed once more and cheered once Syaoran got into his limo; there in the peace and quiet he released a breath. "Thanks man, I didn't feel like telling them the whole life story of me and Tina. It just wasn't working"
Eriol nodded and ran a hand through his messy dark hair. He stood around 5"8, a little shorter than Syaoran and had a great build. His dark blue eyes held mischief and understanding; he was quite the friend to Syaoran, always getting him out of predicaments with the spotlight.
Something Syaoran's been in for the last 20 years, and it nearly drove him insane.
He wanted to be left alone but it didn't seem like that would happen.
Syaoran Li is the picture perfect man standing at approximately 6" feet, with dark messy chocolate brown hair that any woman desires to run their hand through, a deep voice and some amber eyes that held so much passion and strength. He was every woman's dream man.
When his father died he was handed over the company at age 18, and a few Asian magazines decided to do a tribute to the great late Xion Li, a man compared to Syaoran in as many little words possible.
They were matching, identical in more than looks but personality. If Syaoran was to pinpoint who he was closer with, it would definitely be his father. His father taught him so many things that Syaoran will always treasure with him.
When his father married his mother, Yelan – they tried for a son and had two twin daughters. In desperate attempts for a son, Xion Li was determined to keep trying. After another few tries, Yelan had two other daughters – 2 years apart from one another and 2 years apart from the twins.
Xion Li refused to give up and they tried for their final time, Yelan didn't think her body could take anymore pregnancies and her husband insisted on one last try.
That last try, was all it took for Syaoran to be born, Syaoran means Little Wolf in Chinese and that's what his father named him. They were going to have a great bond.
Once media reporters got wind of the Li's family success with not only their corporation but in the midst of having a son – Syaoran Li entered the spotlight at the tender and young age of 6.
He was forced to have body guards following him to a private school, other kids were envious and girls wanted him come high school. Nobody could get enough of Syaoran Li, he was a drug.
Fast forward to the present and Syaoran has a bit of a dating problem, ever since his fathers' passing two years ago, his mother had been feeling very depressed and unable to carry on with the family business – therefore she handed it over onto Syaoran on one condition, that he have a wife by the time he hit 27.
And that number is coming up very quickly with Syaoran Li only being 26, and with as many breakups as he's had behind him – his mother was very scared that he'd end up marrying his work and not a woman providing her with a grandchild.
He is the only one to carry on the Li bloodline and that was the one thing her husband wanted their son to fulfill, Yelan was very determined to find him a wife.
She'd give anything for him to be happy and having a perfect woman, except to her, perfect came with high expectations.
And the previous hook ups that she arranged for Syaoran, they lasted 6 months at the maximum, then Syaoran got bored and moved on to something more sleazy and less classy.
It was starting to drive Yelan up the wall and thus the creation to "Mrs. Perfect, the hunt for Syaoran Li's wife".
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) Hope you all like!
I'm going to get started on the second chapter as soon as possible; the first chapter was just some background information on our lovely new characters.
Sakura's this lonerish girl who cant seem to be good enough for any guy that she's ever liked, Tomoyo's this classy, gorgeous woman who could have as many men as she wanted drop to her feet, Eriol is a quiet guy who handles the Li's personal affairs with the media, and is of course a best friend to Syaoran.
And Syaoran, he came from a very influential family with little interest in settling down and starting a family. His mother on the other hand, was getting very impatient decided to do something about it.
The second chapter actually gets into the story, don't worry
And no, I wasn't moving to fast at all, because it's just background information on the characters.
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