Hey, it's me, MistyWing, a.k.a. your worst nightmare, buahahahahaha, again with another Syaoran and Sakura love story. This one's a Harlequin Romance copycat. I don't read books like these normally, but seriously, this one is a must read! Hey, don't say I did not warn you about the fluffiness of this one. Let me warn you now, this one's fluffy and sweet. It's time to reflect: How I became a romance writer I have no clue. I highly suggest stick to fiction for love, since the reality of it is not pretty. Do I believe in soul mates and destiny? Hey, I wouldn't be writing romance at all if I didn't. It's really complicated the stuff that goes on in my head, that's why I aim to write straightforwardly. No wacko plot here, so smile big. If you are so easily unmoved and can let go it isn't love. I hint this important premise throughout the story. Let mushiness, fluffiness, and miracles that come in the teeniest size reign on forever. Please, read little ending note after you finish the first chapter. Thanks!

Oh yeah; this one is for Sue.

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura is disclaimed by me because it's already been claimed by Clamp.

Miracles Come in Extra Small

The Window

One look at him and anybody knew he was a man of business, always wearing a suit if not just the tie, as he sat on the couch in his sister's office. Lounging, he stared out the office window that spanned behind his sister's spacious work area. Syaoran Li looked like he was thinking that someday he was going to sit in a big office and wow everyone with his prestige. He had given up his position in his family's business, just to start something on his own and become his own.

This highly respectable man touched the paper weight on his sister's desk as he looked out that window with the eyes that knew art and talent when they came across it. His eyes were directed at a bickering pair outside. One was a male and he had his back to Syaoran, but the other, whom Syaoran could actually see, looked like a high school girl. She was not much to look at; just another normal, average kid with a head of short mousy brown hair. She was moving her head a lot as she glowered at her opponent, her unbelievable eyes consumed with rage. He was watching, in amusement, a dispute unfolding between the couple in the condominium next door.

"Ms. Fanren will be with you shortly," said Betsy, Syaoran's sister's personal secretary, taking notice that he was blatantly staring at the people outside the window. When she followed what his eyes observed, she had half the mind to pull down the shades. Before she got to the shades though, Syaoran turned away, and crossed his legs. Betsy drew his attention away from the scene outside the window as she took the armchair in front of her boss's desk. She folded her hands in front of her and smiled endearingly at Syaoran. "You're leaving aren't you?"

"Are you going to give me a list of options if I were to stay because if you are I don't want to hear any of it?"

Betsy nodded. "Of course not."

"I'm a grown man. I don't need my sister's secretary lecturing me."

"I don't think I should."

Syaoran grunted as he cast his eyes away from her.

Betsy had watched Syaoran grow up. Fanren, who had started her career as a thriving CEO, had introduced her baby brother to her secretary many years ago. Syaoran used to cling to his sister's skirt for most of the day, but he grew out of that habit a long time ago. He was a man after all, with an MBA and a fluffy resume, half the credentials under his family's infamous name. He was ready to make his own now, whether his sister or mother was willing to let him go or not. They were the two people, who knew that he was being too risky.

Syaoran didn't like talking to Betsy about his business as he knew she would direct his attention to the "risk factors," but his attention was elsewhere at the moment. His attention was deterred by the scenery outside. "Betsy, who's the couple next door?"

Betsy followed his eyes to the window, bursting into a fit of laughter at what Syaoran was addressing. "They're not a couple, Syao."

"Siblings. Figures."

"Figures? Took you a second try."

"Hmph."

"It's funny you don't know them."

Syaoran glared at her, sensing her tone changing to address him like he was an idiotic buffoon.

"Does Kinomoto ring a bell at all?" She asked, surprised she even had to ask.

Syaoran shook his head.

"Syaoran…"

"So, what is there to know about the Kinomotos?" Syaoran inquired, not missing a beat.

Betsy's mouth turned down in a frown of disappointment. "Honestly, Boy, you really have to spend less time at work and spend more time at home. You're not being a brother."

Sir, Boy, or Syao/Syaoran. Those were the names that Betsy gave him. A name varied in different circumstances. Boy was for being naughty. Sir was for work and lastly Syao was for affection. When she used Boy, which in this context she had, it meant he had done something deeply wrong.

"Little Brother has always been the workaholic," Fanren sighed, fluttering her fan in front of her face as she walked into her office.

"Hi Sister. You're looking as fat as ever."

"My last trimester," she uttered, through clenched teeth.

Betsy was slipping out of the office to stay clear of the disputes that normally any other would have found impossible to disengage.

"Fei Fei or Yuu didn't make you look this fat."

"Don't make me strangle you, Little Brother."

"That wouldn't be good for your health."

Fanren sighed and mentally counted to three. "Right. Okay. Then… How was that trip of yours?"

"Marvelous, thanks for caring. Here are my resignation papers."

Fanren turned bright red, forgetting to count backwards. "Syaoran!"

"I'm very good with business and you know it, Sister. Always straight to the point."

"But Syaoran. Don't you think-"

"I've done plenty of thinking up til' now. There's no need to think some more on something that I've already thoroughly planned out and begun."

"I can't wait to see how well you do, then," Fanren spoke sneeringly.

"You know I'm going to do fine, Sister."

"I'm not worried about the risk factors anymore. I'm just worried about YOU."

"Okay, if it's not the gallery that I'm running that's the problem, but my lifestyle, then please just give me some verbal understanding on my work."

"Don't let the door hit you on your way out."

"Thank you," Syaoran said, giving his sister a wide grin.

"Oh, Little Brother, I do wish you the best of luck. And if you ever need anything, please don't be afraid to ask."

Syaoran was about ready to kowtow to his sister for her understanding, but the act did not precede him and who knew what would happen to his sister if he were to freak her out in any fashion of the sort. Instead, curiosity beat out oddity and he mustered a question that Betsy had left unanswered. "Who are those people next door?"

"Very funny, Little Brother."

Syaoran glowered at her.

Fanren shook her head in dismay. "Touya Kinomoto is your sister's fiancé and the girl with him is his little sister."

"What?! I thought Fuutie and Mei were happily married."

"Shu, Syaoran! Fourth Sister! Remember her?"

"But that one is incapable of settling down."

"Don't let her hear you say that. She has been dating Touya for two years!"

"You don't expect me to recognize faces that keep switching around, do you? It's not my fault Fourth Sister's boyfriend never changed his face again."

The look of dread and incredulity on Fanren's face infuriated Syaoran. "Hey! Don't look at me like I'm not going to show up to my sister's wedding."

"You were late to mine and you were only 14! Your excuse—that math project that was due a month after my wedding took priority over your eldest sister's biggest day."

"Yeah, well, I was 14. This time I'll be there on time."

"Second Sister and Third Sister's weddings. Man, you're dreadful when it comes to us."

"I'll be there," Syaoran promised repeatedly.

"Name all your nephews and niece," Fanren challenged.

"Chill out. I can even give you their ages and birthdays. Fourth Sister hasn't had any kids yet, right?" At the familiar look Fanren gave him, he raised his hands in surrender and laughed. "Don't. I was just kidding, Sister."

Family first and he had been too busy the last year to even notice that Shu had not gotten a new boyfriend for two years. It made people wonder where he had been all those years. And when he was there, where was his head?

You finished the first chapter. Reading can be so difficult sometimes especially because of the grammar and spelling errors littered in juvenile work. I'm being tough on myself I know. If I knew any better I would have someone beta everything, but I don't know any better. I used to have my friend read my crap, but she rarely does that, now. Red marks everywhere. Forgive me please and feel free to mention the flaws in your reviews. The next thing I want to say before you ask… If you want to know which book I kind of took this plot idea from, you're going to have to wait. I will give you a title as soon as I wrap this story up, which is about eleven chapters long, counting the epilogue. Don't want to give away the ending before I've even finished the story. With the first chapter done, be sure to stay tuned for chapter 2. I will update this story and many others after the presidential election. Maybe way after when I get a long break from school. Who knows how lucky you and I are? With the state in which the world is in, I think we should hope that we're all lucky, lucky, lucky, and not just lucky. Lucky enough to see the day I update EARLY again.