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Disclaimer: I don't own any CCS characters expect a few that will be made. *sobs*

Sakura- 17

Tomoyo- 17

Eriol- 18

Syaoran- 18

In this story- Meilin and Syaoran Li have the same last name but are not related in any way.~

"Sakura. I can't believe you did it again." Tomoyo Daidouji looked at me with those dark violet orbs. Her back turned to one of the mirror situated in her room, filled with patterns and fabrics for her latest Fashion Design company, Fleurie©Inc. Her fingers held a brush with diamond sequins and brushed through her grayish-violet hair strands.

I fiddled with the hem of my navy blue blazer while sitting on her queen size bed waiting to depart to college in Tomoeda, located in the outskirts of Tokyo. All the students there were wealthy, excluding me of course. Kinomoto's family wasn't a poor family however it wasn't rich also. When I was young, sometime in my childhood, Nadeshiko Kinomoto a.k.a my mother passed away. The reasons were unknown though or my father never told me. My personality changed in six years of time, during my elementary years to now. I'm seventeen year young now and one more year till freedom.

"What? The game is so fun." Plastered with a grin, I told her, "They are just like real life chess pieces. Use them, and then just throw them away when you don't need them." My shoulders lifted. "I don't see what such a big deal. You have fun with Eriol and I have fun with all the other boys. Simple really." Yeah. I'm the player. I'm the queen and boys are sort-of my pawn. They are so easy to wrap your finger around.

Her sighs filled the marble room, then dropped her brush on the granite marble make-up table. "Sakura. That's not the point." Her eyes pierced my emerald irises. "I'm just afraid you'll get hurt again. Boys aren't just like a game of chess; they are as complicated as us." Elegantly, she stood up; her dress with grace followed her motion, as she travelled towards me. Then, feelings of her arms enveloped me in a suffocating hug reminded me why I started this love game. She and I were alike when we were in elementary. Boyfriend less and held no problems. That was until she met Eriol of course, she was still my best and only friend. But, she seemed to drifted away from me.

"But, Tomoyo you don't know how, I am feeling. Eriol is one of the best boyfriends available in Japan and even the world. You are lucky to have him. I on the other hand have none." Without hesitation and waiting of her reply I grabbed my turquoise handbag and speed walked to the vast courtyard packed with Victorian style artefacts; fountains, statues, plants…. Needless to say she had over twenty gardeners just in her courtyard. God being rich does have it's peaks. I wasn't mad, just frustrated.

"Wait. Sakura," Her bone thin Black CG Buckle stiletto's heels clacked as she scurried from the double doors across the marble tiles. "Sakura." She huffed, clenching the t-shirt to stop her heartbeat from rapid beats. "I'm sorry." She always said that, I really ponder was it an genuine apology. Sorry, sorry, sorry. When someone's said that, I wondered if their feelings are in that.

Love. An emotion filled with lies. My father loved my mother. When she passed away, after 5 years or so he got married to my Step mother. That's when everything change. With the step mother came her daughter, Meilin. Let's just say, I didn't like her. A lot. She tended to blame everything on me even all her selfish lies. My dad would protect me had he still been alive.

The day, I entered high school, he died. He drove the car with such a hurry because my step mother had asked him to. She was supposedly late for an appointment at her haircare product industries. He hadn't seen it coming. The speed was so intense that when he arrived at the intersection, a truck collided with the car on the right side of the car where he sat.

My father wasn't rich but he had life insurance which my step mother and her daughter took, and left me with none... The day my father lost his life, the day she only suffered a minor bruise, was the day that made me hate her.

The wind blew my short light mocca hair today. I loved the smell of the sakura blossoms. Back to where we were. I forgave her. She was my friend. "No. Tomoyo, it is ok. Let's just get to school." For the whole trip to school, an awkward silence lingered in the car. The tires of the jet black polished limousine halted and the chauffeur opened the door to our college.