A/N: This is my first CCS fic, so some feedback would be mucho appreciated. I plan on making this a three shot, but I will definitely expand that number if even one reviewer asks (I am feeling very Christmas minded today). I hope you enjoy! (btw, does anyone know how do spell the romanization of father in Japanese? I Think it's Otou-san, but I'm not sure.)
Summary:When Sakura agrees to accompany Eriol and Tomoyo to Hong Kong for a Christmas with Eriol's family, She doesn't bank on having to spend it with Syoaran, possibly the least jolly Santa in history. SxS, a little ExT.
Disclaimer:I do not own Card Captor Sakura, and probably never will. CLAMP does.
Kinomoto Sakura opened her door to find the cutest group of carolers she had ever seen. The reindeer were wearing green and red scarves and standing on their hind legs, holding their little book of carols, and shuffling around a bit as if they were slightly embarrassed to be finally performing in front of a live audience.
The smallest one stepped (trotted?) forward and cleared his throat. "If you would care to hear us on this brisk winter's eve, we shall perform 'Silent Night'," He said in a surprisingly formal baritone voice. Sakura said that she would be delighted, and he bowed and withdrew back into the furry ranks of his fellows. As one, they flipped open their books. The little reindeer tapped his hoof upon the ground a few times to set the tempo, then they all took deep breaths, opened their mouths, and-
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Sakura groaned and pulled her covers up over her head. That stupid alarm always rang just when her dreams were getting good. She stuck out her arm and felt around the top of her side table until her hand came in contact with the stupid alarm in question. And then promptly threw it to the floor. The beeping petered out with a rather pathetic whine. Sakura smiled to herself under the covers.
Good riddance.
And then her cell phone rang.
She managed to bring herself to peep out of the covers to see who would dare call her so early (it was only nine o'clock, for goodness sake). It was Daidouji Tomoyo, her best friend since farther back than either girl could remember.
But then, of course it would be. Despite Sakura's normally sweet disposition, anyone but Tomoyo would have been strangled through the phone line for this offense. Especially during winter vacations like this one, when everything outside of her bed felt like it had formed a layer of ice overnight.
She sighed and sat up, reluctantly opening her phone and bringing it to her ear.
"*yawn* Moyo-chan, why in the world are you calling me this early in the morning?"
"Ohohoho! Sakura-chan, you do know that most normal people woke up at least an hour ago?"
"Well whoopee for the normal people. I shall continue to pity and ignore them, as I've been doing for the past 18 years. Now what are you calling about?"
"Alright, alright, don't work yourself up this early. You'll need that energy to drag yourself downstairs and fix what you jokingly call breakfast."
"Hey, a granola bar and coffee is a perfectly acceptable breakfast! Now, about the reason for this call…?"
"Well, I'll give you points for your persistence. Guess who Eriol-kun invited to come to Hong Kong with him for a Christmas party with his family?"
Hirigazawa Eriol was a student who had moved to Japan from England and had ended up in Sakura and Tomoyo's fourth grade class. The glasses wearing boy had decided that the two girls were the most non-threatening looking people in the room and decided to talk to them. They had all been thick as thieves ever since ever since (sometimes literally so. It's a long story, involving a bet and an otter suit). He had mentioned that he had family over in China, but Sakura had never really given it much thought.
"Seriously?! Wait, this isn't some weird scheme to get my hopes up and then dash them so that you can come over and film me being depressed, is it?"
Tomoyo had always dreamed of becoming a photographer, a videographer, or a fashion designer. She was extraordinarily talented at all of them, and had made Sakura her test subject from early on. She had a goal of filming as many 'ultra kawaii Sakura moments' as possible and had compiled a large library of tapes entitled "The Many Faces of Kinomoto Sakura", spanning from elementary school to just last week. Many of them featured The Star wearing clothes that Tomoyo had designed.
"Nope! Although that is an idea…"
"Don't you even think about it, Tomoyo-chan. When are we supposed to be leaving?"
"He said that he had gotten plane tickets for the 23rd, and since today is the 21st, about two days. Don't worry about packing any clothes; I've already got your wardrobe planned out."
Sakura sweat dropped. "What time does the plane leave? I'll have to call Father and Onii-chan with the details if I want to go anywhere."
Sakura was in her final year of high school and still lived at home, but she was so used to having the house to herself that she almost felt as if she was living on her own. Her Father was Kinomoto Fujitaka, a leading archeologist in the excavation of Mayan ruins in Peru. Her older brother was Touya, the most overbearing, overprotective, annoying guy on the face of the planet. They were both currently in Argentina, following a lead that might lead to a manuscript that would reveal the location of a legendary temple. Sakura's Mother had died when she was very young, and Sakura couldn't remember much more than her warm smile, nice smell, and the feeling of safety she always carried with her.
"I'm not sure. Eriol-kun said he would call us later with the more in-depth stuff. He won't want to risk calling you in the morning after what happened last time, so probably expect a call during lunch. I'm going to have to get started on your wardrobe soon if I'm going to have it done by the time we leave, so I'll go now. Say Hi to Kero-chan for me!'
"Alright. Bye Tomoyo-chan. See you soon."
Sakura closed her phone and gazed out the window. It had started snowing during her conversation.
Hong Kong, huh? She thought to herself.
She smiled.
This is going to be the best Christmas ever.