Chapter 1:
Meiling sat down on the ground, exhausted from her daily training with Syaoran. She looked at the clock, which shows 10 in the morning. Her cousin and herself had began training later than usual today, since they were a little jet lagged from the flight back from Hong Kong last night. She silently thanked the person who rang the bell, allowing her to rest for a short while before continuing with the daily training with Syaoran. Taking a few deep breaths, Meiling stood up and went out to the living room, wanting to know who the visitor was.
"Ohayou Meiling!" Greeted Tomoyo happily, settling herself down comfortably onto the sofa, Eriol as well.
Meiling gave a slight smile and waved back tiredly, walked into the kitchen to get a cold drink before Syaoran calls her back to finish their training.
"So, my cute little descendant, you've rested enough to start training as per usual?" Eriol asked, noticing Syaoran wearing his training pants and Meiling's exhausted look.
Syaoran shot him a look as Eriol had called him cute little descendant but answered his question nonetheless.
"Not as per usual, since we've started only an hour ago." Syaoran replied.
Syaoran looked at the clock. "Come on Meiling, let's go and finish our practicing" said the amber eyed guy who proceeded back into the training room. A groan was heard from Meiling who complied.
"Can we enter the room to see them practice?" Tomoyo asked.
Eriol nodded and stood up, offering his hand to the amethyst eyed girl. Tomoyo smiled and took his hand, both making their way into the room.
Meiling rolled her eyes when she sees Tomoyo taking out her camcorder to record their training. Nobody could stop Tomoyo Daidoiji from recording with her camcorder, thus, nobody tried to stop her from recording this training session.
Tomoyo recorded in awe as Syaoran blocked every single blow Meiling threw at him, and at the same time, throw some kicks in as well. About half an hour later, they swooped positions, Meiling defending while Syaoran attacked. Meiling seem to be having a little difficulty in blocking Syaoran's moves, but Tomoyo was admiring Meiling's strength to be able to block Syaoran's blows as the blows seemed strong and powerful.
"How long do they have to train?" Tomoyo asked Eriol softly, afraid that if she asked too loudly, she'll break Syaoran and Meiling's concentration.
"Usually they train for 3 hours, one hour for each type of training." Eriol replied. Seeing Tomoyo's confused look, he continued.
"They usually start at around 6 in the morning, and finish three hours later. They will usually start with their weapon training, then followed by training physically, that is, practice their punches and kicks, and during the last hour, it will be Syaoran who has to dodge Meiling's attacks blindfolded, using his senses to guide him and it'll all end when Syaoran manages to pin Meiling onto the floor."
Tomoyo then nodded slightly to prove that she understood and silently continued to film the Chinese cousins.
The last practice hour has arrived; Meiling took out a black piece of cloth and covered Syaoran's eyes with it. After tightly securing the cloth, Meiling took a few steps back, letting Syaoran adjust to the darkness. When the Chinese warrior nodded his head, Meiling aimed for his face and punch him, but Syaoran dodged it effortlessly. Kick after kick, punch after punch, Syaoran dodged, occasionally getting hit once or twice. Meiling stopped for a while, catching her breath when the door opened, revealing a honey brown hair, emerald eyed beauty, also known as Kinomoto Sakura, Cardcaptor and mistress of the sakura cards.
Sakura, noticing Tomoyo and Eriol on the other side of the room, and that Meiling stopped for a while to catch her breath; Sakura didn't know that Syaoran was waiting for Meiling to attack. When she made her way towards Tomoyo, no one was quick enough to tell her that training was not over when Syaoran reached out for Sakura, whom he thought was Meiling and tried to pin her to the ground, ending this training session.
However, Sakura shocked everyone in the room when Syaoran caught her, Sakura elbowed him in the chest and delivered a high kick, which Syaoran just managed to dodge and pulled the emerald eyed girl's leg, waiting for the sound of her landing flat on the floor. That sound did not come as Syaoran felt her flip herself over, with the help of him holding her leg, acting as a support. She then used all her strength to kick his leg, a move which Syaoran did not have the time to dodge, and he ended up on the ground instead. He then kicked her legs, making her lose her balance and landed on the ground. Syaoran then quickly pinned her to the ground and took off his blindfold.
"S..Sakura?" Syaoran asked, shocked that it was her who had nearly defeated him.
Eriol, unable to contain his laughter any longer, burst out laughing, and Meiling and Tomoyo laughed along.
"That's just so KAWAII!!" Tomoyo squeaked, motioning to the expression on the Chinese warrior's face.
Syaoran and Sakura blushed, noticing their close proximity and Syaoran immediately let go of Sakura, both of them still blushing.
"Sakura! You must teach me that flip you did just now. That was amazing!!!" Meiling gushed as she rushed up to the Cardcaptor.
Sakura blushed a little. "It was nothing much Meiling. I just combined the basics that you've taught me and the cheerleading practices that I've been to together. I'm just saving myself before I land on the floor and break a few bones!" Sakura said, laughing.
"You taught her the basics?" Syaoran asked Meiling.
"Hai!" Meiling announced proudly.
"How did you come into the house by yourself, Sakura? I remember locking the door after coming in." Eriol asked.
"I have the spare key. Meiling gave it to me that day before they left for Hong Kong." Sakura told him.
"Where's Kero?" Tomoyo asked, since the Cardcaptor's protector usually goes along everywhere with Sakura.
"He decided to stay at home. Yukito came and bought a lot of pudding." Sakura answered.
Syaoran then stood up, and went to ruffle Meiling's hair playfully. Meiling slapped his hand away from her hair. At the same time, Tomoyo's phone rang and she put away her camcorder. A few minutes later, she hung up the phone.
"Sakura, we have to go back to my house now. We have the annual designer's ball tonight remember? You need to try on your dress."
Sakura blushed. "Hoe… Tomoyo, I've totally forgotten about it. I have to call home and tell Touya that I won't be back for dinner." The Cardmistress said.
"Syaoran, can I borrow your phone?" She asked.
"Sure. It's there." Syaoran pointed to the table.
"Why does Sakura get to go along?" Meiling asked as she remembered Tomoyo said that it's a designer's ball.
"I have to bring along my best model. Who can I ask other than my best friend and model Sakura?" Tomoyo replied.
Sakura came back into the room. "It's all done, we can go now Tomoyo."
Tomoyo nodded and stood up. "Bye guys! We'll tell you about the ball tomorrow!" She said as she walked out the door. Sakura only had time to wave goodbye before Tomoyo excitedly drag her away.
"They'll get a huge surprise later on…" Meiling remarked happily.
Reaching the Daidouji manor, Sakura greeted Tomoyo's mother, Sonomi Daidoiji. Tomoyo pulled Sakura into her design room and locked the door.
"Why must you lock the door, Tomoyo?" Sakura asked curiously.
"So that there's no way you can run away when you see what you have to wear for the evening." Tomoyo answered with a wicked smile on her face.
Sakura covered her face with her hands, knowing that smile on Tomoyo probably meant that she has to wear something either outrageous or extravagant.
"Look, Sakura." Tomoyo said.
Sakura lifted her head up and saw a gorgeous dress that made her gasp. It was an emerald green sleeveless satin long dress with a sexy and deep V shape halter neck with low back crisscross at the waist.
"Does your expression mean that you'll be wearing this dress without any protests?" Tomoyo Daidouji asked.
Sakura shook her head and asked hopefully if there're any other dresses for her to choose from.
Tomoyo laughed. "Gomen, Sakura. I only have time to make 1 dress." She lied to her best friend. In actual fact, she had lots of time, but however, she loved this dress and knew that only Sakura could wear this dress and look extremely breathtaking.
Sakura was torn between not going to the ball in this dress and helping her best friend. She knew that tonight will be an important night for Tomoyo, as it would definitely help in her designing career.
The Cardcaptor took the dress and proceeded to the changing room without further protests. After all, this is her best friend and she'll do her best to help Tomoyo whenever possible. Sakura looked into the mirror and was smiled slightly at the sight of the dress on her, and she has to admit, the bodice was tight fitting, although it revealed a little more skin than to her liking.
Sakura opened the door to let her best friend, also her designer to look at the dress. She sweat dropped when she sees Tomoyo holding her camcorder.
"KAWAII!!! Sakura, this looks gorgeous on you!!!" Tomoyo exclaimed. She then passed a pair of high heels to her model, to which Sakura wore it on.
"What about you Tomoyo? What will you be wearing?" Sakura asked.
Tomoyo stopped recording and went to her wardrobe, pulling out 4 different types of dresses, all in white.
"I have no idea what to wear, Sakura" Tomoyo admitted.
"The designers have to be wearing white dresses and I've made four, but I'm not sure which one to wear."
Sakura passed all the dresses to Tomoyo, asking her to try them on before she could suggest a piece of clothing.
After repeated tries, Sakura finally settled on one of the dresses, half an hour later. It was a white strapless dress with corset lace-up back, before it flows smoothly downwards till a high slit on the left . Sakura then opened Tomoyo's accessories cupboard, and pulled out a matching shawl. Tomoyo grinned and nodded her head in agreement.
Once they were ready, after fixing the hair and make up, they set off immediately. It took less than half an hour to reach the place. When they entered, there were already quite a huge number of designers at the ball. Sakura realized that most of the designers were around their age.
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