Hey guys! I'm new to writing fan fics, so please guide me along. I hope to get reviews, but no flames please! Here's the first chappie, hope you guys like it. Please comment. Thanks a lot! I don't mind if you could drop an idea or two, on what you want in the story--give me ideas winks arigatou and ja ne!

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS (though i wish i do)

The sun was high up in the sky, blazing through the land across the country of Enopya. The fields were green, and in the middle of it, there stood a small hut, walls made out of hardened mud, and roofs made out of coconut tree leaves. That home did not deserve the name home, for it was too small too be one, too shabby, and most of all, the inside of it was almost bare except for three rugs on the floor. However, that place certainly looked the neatest. Hardly any dust was on the floor, no spiders making cobwebs at the walls, and not one trace of food lying on the ground. The house was blessed with such humble people living in it, one with the name of Kinomoto Fujitaka, the other, Kinomoto Touya, and the youngest of all, Kinomoto.

Sakura was indeed the family's favourite. She had gorgeous emerald eyes, sparkling all the time, tiny lips like an angel's, cherry coloured, and her skin was so fine, fair indeed, and didn't need any make-up to cover her flaws—that is if she ever had one. Her brown, silky hair was at shoulder length and not a tangle or knot was to be seen. Many men from all over the place had come to propose Sakura, who was only fifteen, most were rich merchants, and if she had accepted them, her family would no longer suffer as the men offered a huge sum of gold to her father. However, her father, Fujitaka, would never allow Sakura to fall into the hands of an unknown stranger, not mentioning her over-protective brother, Touya, who would never let any man go close to his little kaijyuu.

Sakura's shabby hut

One night, when the sun went to sleep, waking the stars up, Sakura saw her father's forehead wrinkled into deep thoughts. She crept up to him, sitting on his lap like a three-year-old.

"Papa? Is there something wrong?" she asked softly.

"Nothing, my sweetheart," giving her a weak smile, looking tired and drained off.

Sakura smiled back. Deep inside, she knew that something was wrong. She quietly went beside her father, and saw a piece of letter in his hands. Her eyes flew open wide as she read it.

Mr. Kinomoto,

For the fifth time, I'm warning you. Pay your debts immediately if you do not want anything to happen to you and your family. You can always sell your goddess-like daughter to me, your debts then will be paid. I could sell her and make out a fortune myself. I give you three days to think about it, to pay your debts, any way you want to do it. Remember, three days.

With pleasure,

You know who I am.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

It was then, Fujitaka looked up to his daughter beside him.

"My baby Sakura, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. These debts of what this idiot meant was the money I borrowed to buy potions, medicines, for your… m-mother, though she didn't make it," he said, stammering with the word 'your mother' and almost whispering his last line.

He had dearly missed her, Nadeshiko. Yes, he did. So did they.

"It's okay, papa dear. Everything's gonna be okay, like what mommy always used to say," she replied, quietly, near to tears.

Deep inside, she was afraid. So frightened.

"How will I be able to get the money to help papa in three days?!" she thought.

Next day-Sakura

Just as the sun rises from its horizons, Sakura went to collect flowers from her cherry blossom tree, putting them in baskets before returning home. She sat down on the hard, dirt floor, and began making bracelets out of the flowers' petals.

"How I wish I had magic, then things would be SO much easier. It's so unfair." She muttered to herself, sighing a little.

You see, in this land of Enopya, you gain more magical powers by learning magic from school. Royalties are born with the powers. It's like a gift to them. The poor people, on the other hand, would never dream of possessing such powers. Getting into a school needs a large sum of money. Therefore, the poor will have suffer doing things without magic. However, some rich people got their luxury through dirty ways, by robbing, etc, etc, etc. The king had tried many ways to get rid of these unworthy robbers, but these people have hiding places, undiscovered, even by the king's skilled men.

After Sakura had done more than fifty bracelets, she headed to the market, ready to sell them off.

Palace-Syaoran

"This life is getting just too bored. I'm going outside, Eriol-kun. Would you like to come along?" prince Syaoran asked his loyal guard.

"But of course, your Highness. You know that I would never leave your side. Er, but Her Majesty would not be pleased to know if you're going to the peasants' town. She would rather have you to visit Duchess Rowena's abode, socialising with her..um, 'charming' daughter, or maybe have tea with Duke Kazar.." Eriol replied, in rather an informal way.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I could just make an excuse that I was going to buy some slaves over, or something like that. You know she loves that. Ugh, to think that the more slaves, the more power." He sighed.

Eriol tried not to laugh. His master was just one of a kind, not all formal, did not like his hair to be neat and did not like ordering slaves around. Her Majesty, however, loves to get more slaves around, especially when there are guests that come to visit. She would brag about the uncountable slaves she got, who his son made friends with, example Duke this and Duchess that, how many princesses fall for her son.. Yes, it is true, many princesses from other countries had been dying to marry him. His handsome amber eyes, untamed hair, great lean body, his everything—captivated most girls across his land. Alas, he was not interested in any of them. Prince Syaroan had never fall in love, and he probably never will, but that's only what they all thought.

"Um, Eriol-kun.. you there?? I've been calling you for the fifth time. Down to earth, ERIOL!!!!!" Syaoran isn't exactly someone who has patience.

"Sorry, sorry, your Highness! I was just drifted away. Forgive me, your Highness.." he mumbled, feeling guilty and red all over.

"Can we make a move now? I'm getting tired waiting here," the prince said, grumbling a little.

Prince Syaoran then took his wand out and sprinkled green sparkling dust over Eriol and himself, mumbled some mystical words and they were off to his favourite place on earth, the peasants' market.

Market-Sakura and Syaoran

Sakura found a spot which was not taken, and placed her petal bracelets on the ground. She stood there, in her dull clothes, but was still looking as stunning as ever. Soon, many people crowded. They all picked their favourite bracelets, which was finely made by Sakura's tiny hands. Gold coins soon filled up her bowl. She was making good business. She definitely was.

Not far away, there stood Prince Syaoran and his guard, more to a close friend, Eriol. They were now dressed in peasants' clothes too, not wanting to expose their identities. Syaoran then noticed the big crowd, gathering at a corner.

"Let's see what's happening over there," the prince suggested, pointing to the spot, which was crowded with people.

Eriol obeyed, and followed close behind his prince.

He went nearer. Sakura looked up, her emerald gems meeting Syaoran's amber ones.

"Good day, sir. Would you like to buy these bracelets? They're hand-made. You could present these to your lover, she would definitely love it. Girls like flowers." Sakura asked with a soft giggle, which showed a dimple on her left cheek.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. Wow." He thought, not meaning the bracelets, but something else. He noticed how shiny her eyes were, and how soft her skin looked.

"Sir?" Sakura blinked, rather blur.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Yes, I think I would like to have one. I was just admiring how beautiful it was.." he replied, with a slight blush on his cheeks. The 'beautiful' meant her, but also the bracelet, of course.

Sakura blushed back. Her work was seldom praised. She picked one up, and handed it to Syaoran. He paid her, taking the bracelet from her hands. Their hands touched a little, and Syaoran blushed even harder. Sakura felt her skin tingle. It was like electric current, rushing through her veins.

"Um, this is for you," he said, as he put the flower bracelet on Sakura's wrist. "You said girls liked flowers."

"Oh." Sakura replied. She was shocked. She did not expect to see that coming.

"T-t-thank you."

"My pleasure," was his soft reply.

"Um.. May I know your name?" he asked, blushing slightly.

"Kinomoto Sakura," was her brief reply.

"..and yours?"

Syaoran froze. He did not know what to answer. He could not expose his identity in public, for his mother would never allow him to venture to this part of the country, ever.

"Matsumo Kenzura, but you can call me Kenzura," he quickly lied.

"Kenzura-kun, it had been a pleasure knowing you. Oh, anyway, it's getting a little late. Onii-chan and Otto-san would be worried if I don't get home in time. I guess I'll get going soon. So, I'll see you around anytime soon?" she asked, with pink shades coming to her cheeks.

"..s-sure. I'll see you around, tomorrow. Do you want me to walk you home? It's getting dark," he offered, concerned about his new-found friend.

"Oh, it's alright, I'm used to walking alone this late," she replied, though she was half-wishing that he would follow her, but did not want to trouble him.

Sakura walked away, and suddenly stopping. Turning around to the back a little, she glanced at Syaoran for the last time of the day. Then, she turned at a corner, and was soon gone.

Syaoran stood at the same spot. Dumb-founded. His thoughts ran wild, playing in his head.

'Why didn't I insist of walking her back?'

And she didn't even know his real name.

How do you guys like it so far? Please review!!! Im keeping my fingers crossed. --shivers-