My Fiancée

by: Wishes of an Angel


Disclaimer: I do not own CCS. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Okay, so I have decided to rewrite this story of mine over again since I never got to finish it and if I posted up my final chapter now, people who have read the previous chapters of the story would have already forgotten what had happened and lose the feel for the story. That's why I have rewritten the story and started it all over again. I hope those of you who were supporting me on this story before would forgive me for starting the story over and for the long wait for the ending. I promise I'll finish it this time. To make it up to you, I'll improve the writing as well. I hope you'll all enjoy this story as I enjoy Syaoran and Sakura together! Now sit back, relax, and again, enjoy the story!


Chapter 1 – The Runaway Waitress

"What?" I shouted. "My fiancée is coming here in five days! Since when did I have a fiancée?"

"Syaoran, you are eighteen," my mother said. She was sitting comfortably in one of our expensive cushion chairs, sipping a cup of tea. "You must have a fiancée now so that I know you will be in good hands and that this family will continue to prosper when I pass away."

"But, Mother, why did you already choose my fiancée? Ever since I was a young boy you chose everything for me, including my own crib, which school I went to, what job I should get." I pulled on the silky vest I was wearing with both my hands and said, "You still choose the clothes I wear right now, for heaven's sakes! And now you're choosing my future wife?"

I turned my back on my mother and crossed my arms. "I'm not a child anymore, Mother. I think it's about time you trusted your own son's judgments and let him decide and choose the path he wants to take.

"Syaoran," my mother said sternly. "I'm your mother. I know what's best for you."

I turned around and looked my mother in the eyes. "Mother, I'm your son and I know what's best for me."

My mother just looked at me with a tired face.

"Mother, may I at least choose my future wife?" I pleaded.

She sighed and said, "As long as she is able to prove to me that she is good enough to be your wife."

"Of course," I said, cheerfully.

"AND you must find her in five days."

I pouted. "In five days?"

"In five days."

"Well, I'll show you, Mother," I said, as I turned toward the door of the living room. "I'm going to find my fiancée and I'm going to start right now."

I ran down the hallway and called back to my mother, "And she's going to be much better that the fiancée you chose for me!"

"No running in the mansion, Syaoran," I heard my mother call.

But I didn't care. I ran down the stairs, passed the rooms, and out of the mansion door into the cold evening.

I'll show you, Mother, I thought to myself as I breathed heavily outside the mansion. My choice will be better than any of yours.

I ran pass our gates and pass various stores and houses. I ran and ran until I could run no more. Why was I running anyways?

I looked around and I spotted a restaurant called CCS Noodles. What the CCS stood for I didn't know. I decided to step inside and take a rest. The restaurant was somewhat quiet. There were a few people eating near the window, but overall, the restaurant looked empty.

I sat down at a table, resting my chin on my hands. How am I, of all places, going to find a girl worthy for my mother's approval? As I was thinking to myself, a waitress came up to me. I looked up.

"Can I have your order?" she asked and sweetly smiled at me. She had sparkling emerald eyes and short light brown hair. She was quite young, and she looked dazzling in her black and white waitress outfit.

"Um...I'll have a glass of water, thank you."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, but may I ask you a question?" I asked her.

"Um...I guess so," she said, partially confused.

"I can't help but ask: May you please tell me what your age is? You seem a bit young."

Without a moment's hesitation, she said, "I'm seventeen. I'm working here to earn a living."

"To earn a living?" I asked, dumbfounded. "At this age?"

"Yes." Her smile faded away. "I don't have a family. At least, I don't know where they are. You see. A car hit me when I was fifteen. Well, that's what the nurses said to me. I survived from the hit, but I lost my memory. When I got out of the hospital, I had nowhere to go, no family to come home to. I…I was all alone." Then her smile returned and she said, "But the nice manager of this restaurant gave me a place to stay at this restaurant and that's how I managed to get this far."

"Wow," I said softly. I did not know some people lived like this. I was raised with a family and I had all the money in the world so I never knew what hardship was and how it felt like for some people. All I could say to her was, "I'm very sorry. I wish I could do something for you."

"It's alright," she said. "It's very nice of you to care about me."

"But why did you tell me about this? About your past? I mean, I'm a complete stranger to you."

She bent down and looked straight into my eyes. Her face was very close to mines. I have never seen such beautiful and tender eyes in my life. She said, "It's because, when I look into your eyes, I can tell that you are a very kind person. They are very gentle and soothing." She straightened her back and said, "I trust you."

"Hey, Sakura," her supervisor called from behind the counter. "Get back to work or else I'm telling the manager."

She turned to the supervisor and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll get back to work right away, sir." Then she turned back to me. "I'm sorry. You wanted a glass of water, right? Coming right up." She began to walk away, but I grabbed her hand.

"Forget it, Sakura," I said. She turned to face me, puzzled. "It's Sakura, correct? Forget the water. In fact, forget this whole job. If I may, I'm going to bring you to my home."

"What? What are you talking about?" she asked, shocked and bewildered.

I ignored her. I ran up to her supervisor, pulling her with me.

"I'm sorry, sir, but can you tell Sakura's manager that she quits?" I asked and thanked him. Then I raced out of the restaurant, my hand tightly grasped in hers.

"What's going on!" she shouted as we ran. "What are you doing?"

"You don't deserve to work like that for the rest of your life. You deserve better. That's why I'm bringing you to my home until you find your family."

"But I don't even know you!"

I turned to face her. "Don't you trust me?"

She just smiled and nodded, and we ran all the way back to my home.

End of Chapter 1

There you go. The first chapter. If there is anything I can improve on, please leave a comment. If you like the story and would like to leave a review, by all means, go ahead. I'll really appreciate it. I hope you all liked this chapter and will stay to read the rest of the story. Bye for now!