Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. I'm not that creative to come up with something like that. This'll be my disclaimer throughout the story.

Author's Note: First CCS fic so I'm hoping it'll be good compare to my first fic which now that I think about it, and am embarrass to have ever posted it up.

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Under the Cherry Blossom Tree

Chapter I

--The Beginning of a New Life—

"Syaoran, RUN!" his mom screamed.

Six-year-old Syaoran didn't move. He didn't want to leave his mom like this. A black masked man was killing her. He had already seen his father get killed and now his mom.

"MAMA!" Syaoran screamed as tears began to run down his face.

"Now you're next, little kid," said the murder. "You're going to pay along with your family for what you did to mine," he hissed.

Syaoran didn't understand what he meant by that comment and was afraid to move. He curled into a ball, hugged his knees, and whimpered.

The masked figure slowly walked toward him with a bloody knife in his hand.

Syaoran closed his eyes waiting for the instant pain. He felt something sharp entered his arm slowly feeling blood flowing from his arm to the floor. He wasn't going to scream. His father raised him to be strong. Suddenly, the pain stopped, and he blacked out.

"Hey, wake up," someone said, shaking him making him open his eyes. "You alright?"

Syaoran opened his eyes meeting a paramedic. "W…what happened? MAMA!" he suddenly exclaimed.

"Calm down, son. You're a brave boy. That bad man killed your parents, but we couldn't save them. Luckily for you, he managed to give you a cut when the police arrived," he told him, pointing to his arm.

His arm was banded in a white cloth. He felt a little sting, but it didn't hurt as much as it did when the knife touched his skin.

"What'll happen to me?" he asked.

"I don't know. I heard that you don't have any relatives," the paramedic said. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked.

"Not that I know of," Syaoran replied.

"Well then, I think you'll be put in an orphanage," the paramedic told him.

"But…my home!" he said.

"Don't worry. I'm sure a nice family will move in," he said. "Now, why don't we go pack some of your things, and someone will take you to the orphanage."

Syaoran was hesitant to do so, but he did any way.

This would be the last time he'll see this house. He had so many memories here like the time when his father first taught him martial arts and how to wielding a sword.

He looked at the place where his parents got murdered. He shed one last tear and promised himself he will never allow himself to show weakness any more to anyone. He wasn't going to be in pain when the people he cared about died because he wasn't going to allow anyone to be in a relationship with him.

"Are you ready to go?" a different voice asked him.

Syaoran turned to him and nodded.

The man drove him to the nearest orphanage.

"This will be your new home until someone adopts you, OK?" he asked.

Syaoran nodded.

"I don't know if you know or understand this, but your family was rich, and they left everything to you once you're eighteen. That means that when you're eighteen, you'll inherit everything, got it?" the man explained.

Syaoran nodded again. "Let me go talk to the owner of the orphanage and tell her you're here."

The man opened Syaoran's door and he hopped out. He followed the man to the entrance of the orphanage and the man held it opened.

Syaoran took a breath and entered.

'This was the beginning of a new life; no families, no friends or anyone,' he thought.

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Author's Note: Well…what did you think? I'm probably not going to update ASAP yet, but I'm trying to finish my Fruits Basket story, but I'll update now and then.

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