This story is a bit mixed up and I have changed the characters a bit. Please just go with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own card captor sakura or any of the songs, manuscripts or music mentioned unless stated otherwise.

Amber met Emerald

What happened to the young girl sitting there? She just sits there, facing her piano, staring at it. Almost willing it to go away and never return. The coldness in her eyes, the despair in her eyes and the hatred expressed in her face was focused on the wooden instrument. What ever happened to Sakura Kinomoto?

He never loved any music, not pop or rock. He grew up a normal life revolved around on soccer. It was his life, until he found his music. From that one moment that changed his life, music become his life. He gave up a chance to be a pro soccer player for music. His name is Syoaran.

By what chance would these two, one living in Japan and the other in China, by any chance meet? How would this meeting affect them? What would emerge from it? What would happen if amber met emerald?

Sakura Kinomoto looks like your average 16 year old as she skates to school. Her brown tresses swinging behind her as she sways in her skating rhythm. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1. Her medium height and lithe built compliments figure. But it's her eyes that make her standout, beautiful emerald green eyes. Yet her eyes held joy which shone like the sun, now hold anger and sadness, and perhaps betrayal?

She skated up to her school and entered it after a change of shoes. She headed to the soft melody that drifted across the school, even if school didn't start for an hour. She made her way to its source. A small piano practice room, and the music were coming from a CD player. Inside the room was another girl her age, but she had raven hair and amethyst pure eyes. She stopped singing as Sakura entered. She smiled slowly at her longed time friend.

Tomoyo Daiouji has been Sakura's best friend since they were babies, so no words needed to be spoken between them. They always do this. Sakura merely returned her friend's soft smile and walked to the piano and seated herself in front of it. She closed her eyes; everything was silent. Tomoyo had turned off the CD player. Sakura inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled; her hands positioned over the black and white keys. Tomoyo stood next the piano, facing her, waiting.

Her eyes opened in a flash. With that emerald met amethyst. Sakura's fingers flew over the keys, playing her favorite song's intro. Her eyes closed yet again a she played "Beautiful Soul." (by Jesse McCartney. He owns it, not me!) It wasn't like any other song played; it was filled with passion. Every chord was struck with confidence not even the composer would have played. It came from her heart.

Tomoyo stood patiently, only smiling at her friend's choice of song. She, in turn, closed her eyes and pushed everything out of her mind and she prepared herself. The chord stuck, her mouth opened and only the sweetest voice filled the room. She sang with passion to rival Sakura's own. She too had her reasons to hate the very thing she loved.

Song to song, Sakura played and Tomoyo sang until the alarm on Tomoyo's cell went off. All too soon the magic had to be ended. Sakura played her last notes; Tomoyo sang her last words and silence filled the room but they both new students would begin to arrive now.

This was their time. No words needed. Both had pressures, both had been pushed to the point they both hated the very thing that they would die if they couldn't do. So they came to do this on every whim they had; just the two of them. If anyone found out they would be once again forced to do what they love, but in a ay that killed their passion.

Sakura used to play like this all the time; but things happen, situations change. Only Tomoyo knows the true story and she knows why Tomoyo pretended she couldn't sing before.

Hong Kong, China.

Music filled the usually quiet hall. All eyes were on the young 16 year old boy who was playing a piano. He was talented but there was no emotion in the music; no heart put into it. He mastered every crescendo and forte, the pedal and the pianissimos, but the music was missing something.

The audience clapped for he was an excellent pianist. The teen stood up and bowed before turning to the front of the hall. His amber eyes watched the Elders and his mother clap for him, but his face didn't change. His face showed no emotion like he piece. He is Syoaran Li, heir to the famous Li Clan, the most direct descendent of Clow Reed and he wielded more magic than anyone in the clan had done in many a generation as well as being one of the best martial artist in Asia.

He walked to the Elders, his mother and his sisters. Still, his face showed no emotion. Yet he can't be blame from this, ever since his father died and he began his training to the clan's leader, it had been drilled into him that emotions are weak.

He bowed to the elders, he chocolate coloured hair in a messy I-just-got-up look, and waited. There was always a reason for him to be summoned by the Elders. The hall fell into silence as the clan waited too.

Finally on of the elders (there 7 right?) 7 elders spoke.

"That was a good performance. You do your clan honour to be a man of exceptional martial art skills and a talented musician, like you parents," at this his eyes shifted to his mother, Yelan Li, who glared back.

"That is why, " another Elder spoke, with a look that he was something bitter in his mouth as he spoke, "we have agreed to a request from your mother."

Syoaran turn to his mother expectantly. She smiled at her only son, her only link left to her husband. 'Please let this work' she thought before she answered his expectant gaze.

"Syoaran, I told you once of a childhood friend I had that was an amazing pianist. She passed away less that a year ago but she has a family in Tomoeda, Japan. Her husband is one of the greatest musicians in Asia and he only teaches the best. I have arranged for you to learn from him. Count this as training for the world competition. You will study with him for a year."

Syoaran stared at her like she had finally lost it. He didn't want to leave Hong Kong, let alone China! She read his look and replied softly.

"My friend taught her husband everything she knew. He's the best. I want you make all of your talent as a pianist now, you might not have the leisure of time when you're leader."

His fists clenched, this was an order, and he could refuse. He merely nodded and turned to leave. He would work off his anger in his training area.

"You leave in a week."

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