Disclaimer: I do not own CCS.
This story is set with the same characters but in an entirely different story than the real CCS. This story contains no magic, completely reality.
Truth of Lies
Chapter 1
Present
"Why do we continue to strain and hold onto something that will just eventually slip away…" A lost voice asked barely above a whisper.
Green orbs flash open, a soft bitter laugh comes out of tragic grinning lips. "How I was so naïve," thought the auburn haired young woman, reawakening from her dream.
Pulling off the bed sheets the tall, slim young woman walks out onto her balcony and faces the vast dark sea. Leaning over the silver railing, sea birds fly above as shafts of light pierces through pockets of space between the dark clouds. Blank emerald orbs recall a distant memory reawakened by the previous day's events.
5 years earlier
America
In a richly furnished and quaint coffee shop two figures sit across from one another. A young woman of twenty-two retrieves from her pink purse a small, black velvet box. She gently pushes the box across the table to a handsome man.
"I know this is sudden, but I hope you can understand-" The young woman is cut off when the man in front of her quickly grabs her retreating hand.
"What are you doing?" The amber-eyed man questioned softly with shocked eyes.
"Actually, I already had my mind made up, I was just waiting for the perfect time to tell you." Replied the girl with a firm tone but avoided looking into the man's eyes.
"Oh, don't try that with me Sakura you can fool other people but it won't work on me. It's your father isn't it; he's coercing you to call off our engagement." The young man stated angrily losing his calm.
"If you know me so well then you know that when I say it's over, it's over." The emerald orbed young women replied in a low but harsh tone.
"No, I'm right aren't I? It's your father, he's-"
"Syaoran. It's not father. I just don't feel a deep enough attachment to be stay you, much less be with you for the rest of my life." Sakura replied in a tired voice.
"An attachment. You're comparing what we have to an "attachment." No, I don't believe you, your father must have said something to you, your not acting like yourself!" The young man squeezes the girl's hands tightly in his large palm.
"Please let go, my hand's starting to hurt." Sakura said in a toneless voice, which startled the young man into letting go of her hand instead of the words she spoke.
"Starting from now, I'm not going to look back, only forward. I suggest you do the same." Sakura slowly gets out of her chair and takes her belongings and without a glance behind, leaves the café.
It was not so much what Sakura had just done, than it was the demeanor she had done it. It was her eyes, voice, and entire being. It all seemed devoid of emotion. An entirely different person, one the young man never knew or would think of meeting, had taken the place of his passionate and innocent fiancé. For weeks on end, he tried to contact and see her but she either refused his calls or denied his requests to meet her. The security in front of her father's large estate would not permit him to even call on her, much less meet her. Then he heard the devastating news, which confirmed his suspicions. Her father was announced as the new First Prime Minister and Sakura was to be married to the Prince of Japan.
Yesterday
Embassy of Japan
Around a large circular table, name plaques of various nations were placed in front of the ambassadors. Men and women from different countries gathered for a joyous occasion. Dozens of cameramen and news anchors were poised in the large doorway of the conference room, reporting and recording the momentous event of the signing of the Kyoto Peace Treaty. An apt name for the treaty, for it was the emerald eyed Ambassador of Japan who created and strenuously negotiated it into completion. Handshakes were constantly given to the young woman, and the citizens of all the involved nations cheered with great joy for a provision in the treaty called for complete elimination of nuclear weapons.
Later into the night, a large celebratory party was held in honor of the signing of the treaty at the First Minister's estate. Unbeknownst to many it was more of a publicity stunt than a true celebration of the day's events. On the surface, the beautifully dressed ambassador of Japan was wearing a dazzling and content smile, but one man from across the large ballroom noticed the forced lines. Her husband and the royal family sat to her right as her father sat to her left. It seemed her father also noticed her strain and whispered a few words into her ear which made her turn a bit pale. Since the event had already entered half of its phase, the older men got up from their seats and headed toward the cigar room. The First Prime Minister took his leave from his daughter's side while the young woman's husband lightly kissed her hand and left as well. The ladies of the decadent ballroom were left to mingle or dance with the remaining male occupants. The green eyed ambassador gets out of her chair and whispers to her friend of her leave. After receiving a nod from her lavender eyed cousin, the slim young woman gracefully walks out of the ballroom towards the back hall.
Instead of going to the restroom the young woman turns toward the glass doors and goes out onto a grand marble balcony overlooking dark waves. Soft footsteps are heard behind her and she turns a careless look over her shoulders. The tall dark silhouette slowly comes out of the shadows and becomes illuminated by the full moon. The young woman's eyes widen for a second, but her face quickly returns to its passive state. Her eyes greet the man with its usual solemn look and the only uttered sound between the two is the faint sound of crashing waves.
"I guess, I should say congratulations," came the cold tone of the man.
"Thank you," replied the young woman, purposely avoiding the double entendre. A few seconds passed in silence.
"It's a pity you weren't there to sign the treaty," continued the young woman looking into the man's amber eyes.
"China holds its own beliefs," finished the man with a tone that ended the subject.
"Anyhow, you look well," said the man with a harsh grin.
"As do you," replied the young woman with an unfriendly smile.
"You know, I was surprised and disappointed when you followed your father's wishes so obediently. I seem to recall you had more spirit than to allow anyone to tell you what to do. Perhaps all that talk of standing up to your father was just to give yourself airs." The man smiled mockingly.
"What you think is none of my concern, but you will not talk about my father in such a way."
"Now, Sakura you should remember, if there's one thing I hate its hypocrites. But let's move on, I didn't come here to anger you." The man's tone suddenly turned serious.
"Well than say it and go." Suppressed anger evident in Sakura's voice.
"I came to see your father about business, I know I'm not his favorite person and with what I have to tell him I have no doubt he'll dislike me even anymore. It's unfortunate but that's life isn't it." His last remark stung but the young woman in front of him was determined not to reveal anything but an uncaring and cold front.
"He's currently busy with the other men; I'll tell him that you'll be waiting for him in his office." With that the beautiful figure turned and walked smoothly away, had she turned around she would have noticed the sad, genuine smile on the man's lips.
That concludes my first chapter. Give me your opinion, advice or comments on it.