Waiting

By DreamingSakura9466

Sitting, waiting for he who will rescue me,

Why don't you come?

Where are you?

You said you'll always be there,

But you left me in the dark,

Chorus

It's a cruel cruel world where nothing is as it seems.

It's a cruel cruel world.

And I'm still waiting for you,

But you're never here (never here)

I've had all I can stand,

Waiting here for you

But you're never here!

Can you blame me for wanting you,

To be here when I'm down (oh oh)?

Chorus

It's a cruel cruel world where nothing is as it seems.

It's a cruel cruel world.

And I'm still waiting for you,

But you're never here (never here)

And there's nothing I can do,

But watch the time go by,

You'll never again be here for me,

Never again will I feel your touch,

It's too late now.

Chorus

It's a cruel cruel world where nothing is as it seems.

It's a cruel cruel world.

And I'm still waiting for you,

But you're never here (never here)

It's a cruel cruel world where nothing is as it seems.

It's a cruel cruel world. (It's a cruel, cruel world)

And I'm still waiting for you,

But you're never here (never here)

Never, never here.

She looked at the people surrounding her. She felt apart, no, different from them. She sighed. 'Nothing will ever be the same again,' she thought and crossed the street for the last time.

10 years before

"Kinomoto-san, will you please pay attention?" cried a woman's voice.

A girl in the uniform of a 2nd-grader in Toemeda Syogakko looked up, startled out of her daydreams.

The class giggled and Sakura's face reddened.

"This is not the first time that you've done this today," said Sensei Mokona, "Snap out of it!"

Sakura stood up and replied, "Hai!"

"Now, as I was saying…" Sensei Mokona continued the lesson.

Sakura sighed and sat down. "I'm getting married tomorrow and all she can say is 'snap out of it?'" she murmured under her breath.

"I can't believe it!" cried Sakura when class finished. "I'm getting married to an English guy who I haven't even met!"

"Calm down girl!" replied Tomoyo. "Sakura-chan, please don't make a scene!"

"Sorry," replied Sakura.

"I know that this is a shock but please! Bear with it." said Tomoyo. "And he's not English. He's Chinese, remember?"

"So what?"

"So you should call him by his proper name," said Tomoyo. "Syaoran Li, remember?"

Yeah yeah, whatever," replied Sakura, uninterested. "But still, I can't believe that I got an arranged marriage!"

"Well, your dad wanted someone to look after you once he died, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but still…"

"That's enough, Sakura-chan! Don't be sad for your own wedding day! And I got an arranged marriage as well, you know. To this Eriol Hirigazawa guy. He's the English one. It was for a business deal with his and my families. I've never met him, either, but I've talked my mum into getting us married tomorrow as well. I wanted us to have our weddings together so that we could wear matching wedding dresses."

"Oh Tomoyo-chan, you'll never change, will you?" sighed Sakura. "But after the marriage, I'll be shipped off to China for a new life and you'll be shipped off to England. We'll probably never see each other again!"

"But you'll still have the cards, Kero and Yue, won't you?" asked Tomoyo in a whisper. "I won't know anyone there at all!"

"Yeah. I wonder how my future husband will react to me being Master over the cards and their guardians," giggled Sakura.

Tomoyo smiled. "Come on, Sakura! Since your brother and dad died you've lived with me, remember? You're going the wrong way!"

"Focus, Syaoran! The only way you'll get better is if you're fast enough predict what your opponent will do next. Now let's do this again. Close your eyes…"

Syaoran did as his 师傅 (Master in Chinese, pronounced shi fu) told him to. It was difficult, though. He could not concentrate on his exercises.

A swish of wind from his left! He unconsciously blocked with his left foot and kicked high. He found his leg grabbed and twisted. Next thing he knew, he was laying on the hard, unforgiving ground with an ache in his leg.

"Focus, Syaoran, focus!" roared his master. "This is the third time today that has happened!"

"Sorry, Master," replied Syaoran.

"You are excused for the rest of the day," said the Master in disgust. "I expect you to do better once you've completed you're marriage ceremony in Japan. Your robes are in your room. Try it on. Your mother would be proud, if she was here."

"Thank you, Master," replied Syaoran.

He ran to his room and flopped onto his bed. "Me, married to an orphan!" he thought. "I'm the heir of the Li clan and I've got magic but I have to marry an orphan?"

"Sir?" enquired a timid voice from Syaoran's left. "Would you like to see your robes?"

"Sorry, Xiao-Shan. I must have frightened you. Yes, please. I would like to try on my wedding robes," answered Syaoran to his servant.

As he was helped into the new midnight blue ceremonial robes, Syaoran thought about his upcoming marriage.

"All I know about the girl is the fact that she's an orphan and her name, he thought. "That's right, Sakura."