A/N: Hey, Peeps! This is my new fic written by Moi, and my friends, Tigerzlily14 and KITTYN15. It's been the summer and we pulled together.... We plan it together, T14 and K15 write it out, and I type it after it's been sent on email. So if it's a while, don't blame me, they take forever to write. Next chapter, you can meet them! So here it is, remember to read and review! Also, there is not Void card, so Li doesn't know how Sakura feels, and we will only repeat this once.
Disclaimer: Class, tell me how to spell disclaimer:
W-E-D-O-N-T-O-W-N-C-C-S : that is disclaimer........
Emotional Battlegrounds
By: Pink Cherry Blossom
Tigerzlily14
KITTY15
Prologue
"blah"=talking
"blah"=thinking
*****=new scene
This book, is so much like my life, and the hardships, but mine seem more......what's the word? Rougher? That could work. How could parents be so cruel? I know mine isn't like that...but the elders could be....heh. Syaoran Li closed the book, "Chinese Cinderella" after he finished the last page, and started to think. Syaoran, who was 12, just got back from Japan 3 days ago after the Card Mistress, Sakura Kinomoto caught all the cards, and he promised to return. It's only been 3 days, and I feel like I don't exist. The only ones to pay attention was my sisters and Wei....Niang only said Nihau , and then left....no one cares, but they will when I tell the elders I don't have the cards, only Niang and Wei know...
Syaoran was the same as always, nothing changed, well maybe one thing. He still has the untamable chocolate hair and the intense amber eyes that are open to his soul when given permission. He grew about 2'' and gain weight, and earned him more muscle from morning training that was mandatory. The biggest thing that might have changed was that he was more caring, more emotion, more like a 12 year old boy, then an adult stuck in a kids body (almost like Eriol). It's all because of a certain emerald eyed girl who twinkled with innocence. He continued to think until he was knock out of his reverie from a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in..." Syaoran said. He was lying on his bed, with a pillow on his face. What do they want now?
"Xie Xie? Nihau. Um, Niang said to meet her in the pantry, I think. I don't know what it's for though, but she sounded urgent about it. I'll see ya later. " Shiefa peeked her head and said this, then left as if it never happened.
Weird, what would she want anyway, I mean I only see her at meals. What? What could she want? Syaoran removed the pillow and sat up on the bed. He slipped on his green slippers that matched the green silk pajamas that he wore to bed. It's 9 pm. I'm surprised she wants to talk to me now, she as says to go to bed early to get up for training....
He quietly opened up the door. He stealthily walked through the long halls until he got to the pantry; passing many artifacts, paintings, and antiques. Even a picture of a happy family, his, when he was 3, and when his father was alive and had not died by murder, which was never solved anyway. He walked in to to see his mother, sitting on a comfy red lovechair with tea on the table next to her.
He quickly changed to his emotionless mode. "You called for me, Niang?"
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you. Come with me." She had this stern look in her eyes. Not like cold, but more crazed. She grabbed her arm in a death vise and dragged him through the halls.
Syaoran dropped the face and started to panic. He didn't know what to do. He was mad at him even though she cared not to do anything before. "What do you want? If it's about the Clow Cards, you already know that they were pre-ordained, there was nothing I could do. Or if it's the engagement, Meiling and I made an agreement that we didn't want it. If it's about me not training enough, I can wake up an hour earlier...so I can become a strong leader for the clan when I'm 18....." Yelan Li, didn't respond, her long ebony hair swung behind her as her tall stature walked with grace. Finally, they reached her room. She pushed him in there and then closed the door forcefully. You could here his wails later on into the night. No one was around to here the anguish cries of a young 12 year old boy and the sighs of satisfaction from his mother.....
A/N: I know, but KITTY15 had the idea. We helped her. Naughty me, naughty us. Also, "Chinese Cinderella" is by Adeline Yeh Mah. It's a good book, makes you not take life for granted. Read it sometime! Or, if you have questions, review, flames are welcome, but please let me tell you now, it doesn't guaranteed that I won't blow up at you either............. Ja!
VOCAB:
Nihau-Hello
Xie Xie-Little Brother
Niang-Mother
