Reach for the Skye
By Neb Moon
Chapter One
Summary:
Sakura was an adorably weird psychiatrist. Nobody could understand why she denounced herself as the future heir of Skye Corp. International five years ago. Nobody but a short-tempered, patient named Syaoran Li who keeps showing up everywhere! What are his true motives?
~*~*~Flashback~*~*~
"I have no intentions of becoming the future President of Skye Corp. International." announced a rather plain, young woman with brown hair to the room of reporters, important businesspersons and advisors.
Everyone's face showed a mix of shock, bewilderment, anxiety, anger, and concern as their ears focused on the petite woman's clear voice. "I would like to apologize for my abrupt decision towards this huge step in Skye's growth, but I feel that I am unable, no, incapable of having such large responsibilities. Thank you, that is all."
The reporters and their camera operators hurriedly pressed the young woman quick questions— this could be tomorrow's front page news! With their bright lights, cameras, and microphones they surrounded the woman almost instantly.
"Miss Amazaki, are the rumors true that you are the legitimate daughter of Mr. Fujitaka Kinomoto, the current President?"
"Are you really a psychiatrist? Are you giving up this position in order to follow your dreams of opening a chain of insane asylums and mental correctional facilities?"
"Did you really change your last name—did you denounce your family name so that you didn't have to become the heir to Skye Corp?"
An armada of men in black suits promptly shooed the reporters and built a wall around the young woman, whose impeccable face was emotionless and blank. Her vibrant emerald-green eyes brimmed with hidden, crystal tears.
~*~*~*~
Snowflakes tumbled down from the sky and danced in the crisp, winter air. People bundled up in bright scarves and hats, children shoveled snow and made snow angels, and couples linked arms in hopes of sparking warmth.
Inside an apartment compound, one of the most complex and brilliant women lived solo in no. 113. The rooms were interior decorated by professionals, the colors were rich pastel hues, and her wooden floors waxed to perfection.
"Sakura, did you lock your apartment door?" asked a rather blunt, but worried Touya.
"Yes, I did." Sakura monotonously replied as she rolled her eyes. She was a successful, 29-year old psychiatrist and owner of five mental correctional facilities, and yet, Touya still saw her as his little kid sister.
"Did you remember to check your mail box and e-mails?"
"Yes."
"Pay the bills?"
Sakura glanced at the pile of 'urgent payment' documents and 'due this week' receipts on her breakfast table. "Yes."
"Replace the broken window?"
"Er—" she glanced at the window, which was bound with rolls of duck tape. "Yes."
"Turn off the stove after making evening tea?"
Sakura gasped as she dropped the phone and went to turn off the stove. The steaming kettle, which had turned bright red and orange, had puffs of steam emitting from the spout.
"Crap…totally forgot about the kettle." Sakura grumbled as she mindlessly picked up the phone by the cord, and braced herself for the worst.
"Sakura…I'm getting worried about you. You're 30 years old—"
"I'm 29, and by my knowledge, I'm not over the hill yet."
"Yes, but you should be obsessed with marriage and having little, drooling babies, and wailing about your frazzled family life!" Touya practically hollered the last part in the phone piece and Sakura pulled the phone a foot away from her ear.
"I like being single! Is it a crime not to marry?" Sakura retorted, as she tried to explain to her stubborn brother the advantages of being unmarried.
"Besides, you're not married, either!" she pointed out.
"I'm a guy, Sakura, men can have marriages at the age of 45. You're a wonderful, smart, young woman—I don't understand—why are you single still?"
Touya had no clue what was going on in Sakura's mind. She had tried dating men—young and old—but none of them held her interest very long. There was always something wrong with them: their personality, their unstable extended family, their annoying habits, their IQ, so many things…
"There are some great, single guys I know, how about I introduce you to—"
"Touya, I'm sorry, but I gotta go! I'll talk to you later! Love you, bye." Sakura hurriedly hanged up and leaned her head against the cold kitchen wall. She breathed slowly, counting to ten in her head, and murmured, "Him and his brilliant ideas…they always turn bad. Especially with suitors…"
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