A/N: Well I decided to start this story on May 21st at exactly 9:32pm— yeah, I'm descriptive... anyways, basically, my internet was down— I had a chapter of Secrets Can Be Deadly to upload and my computer didn't work. Although I finally got it uploaded— anyways, this is another Card Captor Sakura story. However the other one is a spy story— this is a "medieval" time era— as in Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses. And you guessed it— Sakura and Syaoran are a prince and a princess. Betrothed. I thought it be a nice change for me, even in my previous CCS stories that I deleted. Anyways, I'm not going to upload this when the chapter is done— I'll wait until there's like, five chapters done. And then I'll upload them all. That way I can take a bit of a break from this story if necessary. Right now I'm taking a break from my Grand Theft Autumn story and focusing on my other ones since I've got a case of Writers block with GTA. Not good— but that won't happen for this story, so that's good. Anyways, don't forget to review, let me know what you think of my latest story! Oh and by the way, Kero is now officially reincarnated as a Siberian husky dog instead of a teddy bear— Sakura's dog, but he doesn't talk or anything. He's just there to listen. And yes this is yet another story with a song title for its name... its easier for me, because titles are what I find hardest. And besides that, music is my life— next to writing, of course— and I can't have one without the other— which is why I write songs and the music to them. Because I can't have one without the other. R & R.

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura isn't mine. I wish it was, but it isn't.

Full Summary: Sakura Kinomoto is a princess, your regular seventeen year old princess. Her mother was murdered by her uncle who was in turn killed by an evil wizard. That evil wizard was then in turn captured by Fujitaka Kinomoto's knights and executed by the executioner. Syaoran Li is your regular prince, hounded by his four sisters to get settled down as they have. Yet what truly surprises him is how his mother never seems to care whether he gets married or not. This is almost unsettling for Syaoran, because its something his mother should be interested. Then, the unfortunate news makes Syaoran admit to himself that he should have known better. What unfortunate news? That he will be a guest at another castle— the castle of Princess Sakura Kinomoto. And the reason for this sudden visit? Their betrothal. The problem? They both hate each other.

I Don't Want To Think About You

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Chapter One: Introduction to Sakura Kinomoto

Sakura Kinomoto had never really cared for being a princess. After all, it meant she couldn't do a lot of the things that princes could do— ride a horse properly, for example. Go out into the woods on her own, without caring who she comes across. Princes could take care of themselves, but princesses were basically considered to be handicapped and unable to do half of the things princes "could" do.

Instead, Sakura was forced to pretend to be thoroughly excited by things a princess should do. Like practicing riding a horse sidesaddle. Knitting. Sakura found it all very boring, but she was forced to pretend otherwise. After all, her father had always said, nobody would want to marry a princess who enjoyed things that weren't exactly ladylike. Anyone who did want to marry an unladylike princess wouldn't be nobility. Sakura had once argued that she didn't want to get married. Now that she was seventeen, the argument didn't work.

"Regardless of whether you want to be married or not, Sakura, you must! You are seventeen years of age and I will not have any daughter of mine not get married to a good prince." the King, Fujitaka and also Sakura's dad, replied sternly. Sakura rolled her eyes.

"I'm your only daughter, dad. Can I leave now?" she asked.

"No! Firstly, you must always call me father. It is much more—"

"Boring." Sakura filled in. Fujitaka glared.

"The word I was going for was appropriate. This is exactly what I mean, Sakura. You are a princess— you might try acting like one for a change. Dismissed," he added. Sakura stood up gratefully. Her father held up his hand. "I mean it, Sakura. This isn't the end of this discussion." Sakura nodded to show that she understood and left the throne room. Why is it, Sakura wondered, that I'm forced to be a princess? I was born into it; it wasn't as if I chose to be. Sometimes... sometimes I just wish I could be common. A peasant, my father would call them. Well, so be it. My dream is to be a commoner— and it's a dream I'll never achieve. Sakura sighed and walked out to the garden her mother had once maintained. Now paid gardeners kept it the way it was. It was a beautiful garden, but it just wasn't the same. She saw Kero lying down under the cool shade of a cherry tree and decided to sit down next to him. She patted his head gently, thinking. Her father had said it wasn't the end of the discussion— when would the discussion ever end? When I'm married to some prince twenty years older than me, Sakura thought bitterly. Is it so wrong for me to want to be in love with the man I marry, regardless of whether he is a commoner or nobility? Only in a perfect world, the second voice in her head interrupted. And the world you live in is far from perfect. I know— I mean, there's wars all over the world between kingdoms because one greedy king decided that one kingdom wasn't enough. And— oh my god I just actually tried to have a conversation with myself! I'm going insane— its all this being cooped up at this stupid castle! Sakura's head was whirling... would she ever be free of this prison she seemed to be in? Sure, she lived a good life— after all, she was rich and had people look after her. She always had something to eat, she was always warm and she could bathe ten times a day if she wished it. That was definitely more luxury than many had... but she didn't have her freedom. She longed to jump in a rain puddle, while it was raining. Get her stockings soaked if need be, she didn't care! But no. That was not "ladylike" and therefore just wouldn't do.

"You don't have to worry about none of that, do you Kero?" Sakura asked, scratching the dog behind his ears. He didn't say anything— of course he didn't, Sakura scolded herself. He's a dog, not a human. So why do I always come to him when I have something on my mind? Sakura wondered. Because, the second voice in her head countered, no matter what you say, he can't interrupt and tell you he doesn't want to hear it. Or that you're a big, fat, stupid idiot. Oh shut it! Sakura shouted back in her head. She didn't even care if it seemed as though she were talking to herself— all she cared about was that she shut that stupid voice in her head— have it your way, then. The voice interrupted. Sakura stood up, frustrated. Her sudden movement startled Kero who had been quite relaxed before.

"Sorry, boy," she whispered. Sakura looked around— there was nobody there. Now would be the perfect time to climb her tree. Amongst its leaves, she could hide away forever from all her problems, being a princess, being ladylike— well, maybe she couldn't really hide forever. But she could try. Sakura jumped up and grabbed a branch, swinging herself onto it. She heard voices that nearly made her fall out of the tree, but she held on tightly to the branch to stop herself.

"Did you hear?" one of the guards asked. They were obviously not really working, and Sakura knew that it was her duty to report them to her father. But would she? Hell no! They were the only ones who ever told her anything around here, even if it was inadvertently.

"Hear what?" the other guard responded. Sakura saw the first guard looking around suspiciously, as if sure that someone was listening. Well, if that's what he thought, he was most definitely right. Someone was listening— but not around them. Directly above.

"About the princess!" the other guard replied in an excited whisper. This was what made Sakura almost fall out of the tree. "Her father's finally done it. He said he would, and he has."

"Done what?" the second guard asked. Sakura leaned forward— yes, done what?

"Well, you see, the princess is quite unusual— she's had her fair share of respectable noble suitors around here, but she's ignored every single one of them. Her father was tired of it and always told the princess she had to stop being so picky. After all, she's a princess, and she's seventeen— there's no time to be picky! So, he's finally done it. The king has finally gotten her..." the guard looked around again and whispered, so quietly, that Sakura had to really strain her ears to listen. "Betrothed." he whispered. Sakura's head shot straight up. Betrothed? Her, in an arranged marriage to some conceited prince she had never met before in her life? Not good... Sakura thought to herself. Not good at all...

—

"Why do I have to be the one to tell her?" Tomoyo asked.

"Because you're her best friend," Fujitaka told her. "And if I tell her, I'll have to listen to her tell me how she doesn't need to be betrothed. How she doesn't want to be betrothed! I know everything she'll say, exactly how she'll say it. And I'm sparing myself the hassle, and her the time." Fujitaka waved his hand at Tomoyo to show that she was dismissed, but Tomoyo didn't leave.

"With all do respect, I really think it's a bad idea for me to tell her. All I'll have to say is "Sakura, I need to talk to you," and she'll know its something bad!" Fujitaka smiled.

"Nonsense. How could she possibly know? And besides that, it's not bad. Its brilliant— something I should have done long ago," Fujitaka added sternly. Tomoyo looked at the ground, trying to find the right words.

"Yes, it is good for her, sir. But I mean to her, it's the worst thing that could ever possibly happen."

"Well with her that always means its what's best for her, even if she doesn't know it." Tomoyo nodded and bowed before leaving. Clearly, she would always be the one stuck telling Sakura the bad news. And this time was no exception. Tomoyo began looking for Sakura, checking her room, the dining room, everywhere. But there was just no sign of her anywhere. Finally, Tomoyo decided to look out in the garden. Lately, Sakura had been spending a lot of her time out there.

—

Sakura caught a falling cherry blossom with her hand and closed her hand around it, sighing. Betrothed? How could her father do this to her? How DARE he do this to her. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. Yeah, that sounds like my dad alright... Sakura thought to herself. She saw Tomoyo walking towards her and forced a smile. Why do I have the feeling that I'm about to be told that I'm betrothed... Sakura thought. Oh, I know. Maybe its because my dad's too terrified to tell me myself, as usual. Maybe its because it's always Tomoyo, and maybe I can tell its now that I'll "find out" because Tomoyo looks terrified out of her mind. Sakura waved to Tomoyo and stood up, heading towards her.

"It's okay, Tomo." Sakura replied before Tomoyo had a chance to open her mouth. "I already know... I overheard it being spread about through the staff." Sakura sighed. "I guess I knew it was coming. What surprises me is I have nothing to say to my father about it— not a single word. You know why, Tomoyo?" Sakura asked. Tomoyo seemed shocked to be suddenly asked to respond, and she shrugged.

"No, Sakura, I don't. Why don't you have anything to say to your father? If you ask me," Tomoyo added, "it doesn't make sense. I'd be furious if I were you," Sakura laughed.

"But you are betrothed, Tomoyo— and you're not furious about it at all," Sakura added. Tomoyo flushed.

"I said if I were you," Tomoyo explained. "I'm a completely different story. It's just that's how you'd usually react. And as for my own betrothal," Tomoyo continued, "that's a little different. My parents had me meet several princes, converse with them, actually get to know them. And then I had the final say as to who was my betrothed. You... well, you just got some prince on random and you don't know anything about him. He could be a serial killer," Tomoyo added. Sakura laughed and put her arm around Tomoyo.

"Just like you to look on the bright side of things, Tomo," Sakura replied shaking her head. "Honestly, you're a right bundle of sunshine aren't you?" Tomoyo grinned.

"Well, he could be. Or he could be dashing and handsome," Tomoyo teased.

"Yeah, and so thick-headed that he needs servants to hold his head up so it doesn't squash the life out of him," Sakura added darkly.

"Well now who's the bundle of sunshine?" Tomoyo asked.

"I suppose when it comes down to it, we're both pessimists. I'm just... a more optimistic pessimist." Sakura added.

"That makes no sense whatsoever. An optimist looks on the bright side— a pessimist is the exact opposite. How can you be an optimistic pessimist?" Tomoyo asked.

"Exactly." Sakura replied, running on ahead. Tomoyo shook her head, confused.

"Sometimes, Sakura, you just don't make sense." Tomoyo shouted at her. Sakura turned around, running backwards and smiling.

"Exactly!"

A/N: Well a little shorter than I had intended, definitely, but there wasn't much else I wanted to do to introduce Sakura as the title of this chapter states. So, I decided what the heck, I'll end it there. You guys shouldn't complain— after all, you'll have another chapter with it since I won't get this story posted until Friday or so on this weekend, so I'll have some chapters lined up. Well, that's if I decide to start this story this weekend (it's the 23rd now)... I have a Final Fantasy VIII story I'm going to be working on at school which is why it will have updates throughout the week. So... I might wait a bit before I get this story out there. But hey, that's okay— you won't even know it exists until it's up, and by then I'll have hopefully five chapters to go with it. Well, three for sure. I might work on my other stories instead afterwards. Well, don't forget to review, whenever I do get this story up.