DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CARDCAPTOR SAKURA.
A Kaado Kyaputaa Sakura Fiction produced by Michiko Oda.
Eyes would lighten, his hands would stop their nervous fidgeting and the tiniest fraction of a smile would lift his thin lips as he replied in a light tone. He spoke as a little child would if describing the flavor of the sweetest of their birthday cakes.
"My seventeenth birthday."
The commotion and chaos of the Hong Kong International Airport filled the crisp July morning air. Paparazzi and news reporters were confused at the situation, but ran along anyway. Pedestrians and travelers watched in awe as cameras and microphones followed and hurried young brown haired man stalked by tons of security figures.
"Wait… isn't that our Xiao-Lang, Mama?" a young girl tugged on her mother's sleeve.
"Yes, Meimei, I think it is. Let us go girls," the woman responded and picked up her daughter's stuffed bear. "We're going to miss our flight."
"Come along, sister," the eldest daughter stood up from where she was sitting next to her mother before, quietly unnoticed.
Grabbing Meimei's hand she took off for the gate.
'Be good to her, Syaoran. You can't possibly afford to lose her after all that I sacrificed for you.'
"Meiling! Meimei! Hurry up now!" Their mother cried.
"Yes, Mama," Meiling smirked, covering her and her sister's heads with dark hoods.
'Welcome to Hong Kong, Kinomoto-san.'
And that was last time the Li Ming family – sister to Li Yelan and aunt to Li Xiao-Lang, leader of the most prosperous and powerful Clan in this country – were ever spotted in Chinese borders.
"Kinomoto-san… Miss Kinomoto…" A light voice woke her from dreams.
"Hoe-e?" The young Card-mistress rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Nani? Wakarimasen…" Came a stressed reply.
"Are? Aa… iie… iie…" Sakura waved her hand and stated slowly and simply. It was obvious that the stewardess was not fluent in Japanese and stressing her words very slowly.
"Kinomoto-san… We are in China now… onegai… let me show you off…" A grin flexed on her Japanese features; she knew was going to see him soon.
"Hai, let's…"
"Mr. Li, could we please get a word from you?"
"Mr. Li, why are you here today? Aren't you supposed to be at home celebrating your birthday?"
"Mr. Li, just exactly who are you meeting?"
Syaoran wanted to scream at them, to tell them to get their stupid microphones and cameras away from his face.
But of course, if he actually did do that it would be all over the news that very night. And his mother would scold him and he was sure the Elders would want to have a talk with him.
But can't they see that today is special?!
Reasoning with himself, he just continued to walk to the gate; ignoring the reporters and their half-baked pleas.
10:49, he frowned, taking another unsure look at his watch; she was supposed to be here by now.
After another five minutes of waiting, he turned to an elderly man standing close by.
"Wei-san… she was coming at ten forty-five, ne?"
The gray haired man gave a reassuring smile.
"Syaoran-sama… I'm sure she's fine…" He hadn't missed that his young master had switched back into the Japanese language.
The change of tongues was a clever trick the Li Clan had used for centuries to keep as little as privacy as they had left. Though only the most exclusive and highest ranked members knew the foreign language.
The reporters stood silent and confused.
"Japanese? Why are they speaking Japanese? Does anyone know Japanese?"
The people all shook their heads.
"Attention passengers, flight 209 from Tokyo is now landing in gate 3A."
Again, all eyes went to the gate.
The doors flew open and people flooded through.
"Syaoran-kun?" a sunny voice called after the crow died down.
His searching eyes stopped in the depths of emerald.
He could ears his heart pounding in his ears as he smiled.
"Sakura."
Well that's all for now!
Honana!
Michi-chan =^^=