If You Please


A/N: Hello everyone! I'm a new writer, and I should be doing work but I couldn't help but write out this story. I hope you all enjoy, so please R&R! I'm not sure if I'll continue but if I get many readers I probably will!

WARNING: Sexual Implications and foul language may be involved throughout the story. Viewer discretion is advised.

Xiao Lang = Syaoran's Chinese name, I'll call him this until he meets Sakura probably, my hand keeps itching to write Syaoran but it makes no sense if I do since he's in China right now and hasn't been called that yet.


Prologue

A little boy with tousled brown hair ran happily around the grassy fields. His mother sat staring sternly at him. Seeing his mother upset with his behaviour, he abruptly stopped running, still not in balance with his walking because he was still only three years old; he tripped mercilessly onto the ground scratching his hands onto the grass. Looking at the blood slowly seep out of the once invisible cuts, he felt tears stream out his eyes as he let out little sniffles. He already knew what consequences would be had he screamed like other children did and with a tint of hope and happiness as his mother came running towards him, it soon vanished seeing the scowl on his mother's face.

"What did I tell you Xiao Lang?" the mother seemed so angry and fierce; one would never think that such a beautiful lady would react in such a way, and to a child at that.

His big round amber eyes rimmed with tears stared at her innocently as she angrily grabbed his scratched little hand.

"Tell me what I told you before Xiao Lang!" She was menacing and the little boy winced under the pain. Staggering through his words through a tearful voice he replied, "Big…boys…don't cry…" he sniffled.

"Yes, you are the future heir, you are not like other children, and do you understand?" She was stern and he nodded wiping quickly his brimming tears with his sleeve dirty from the grass stain.

"If you cry again, I will not come next time to warn you, no one will come to you. As a Li, you must learn to be obedient and get through pain with a strong face, not this pathetic face!"

Holding his face she looked at him, he would truly make a fine heir. Although, his looks seemed too innocent and he was too cute, much to her liking yet disappointment. She loved him but she had to ready him for the cruel family she had married into, and as her only son, she knew he held the hardest burden after her late husband's death. She decided she would not allow him to feel warmth until he could complete his duties. Whether the choice was right or wrong, she believed it would be the right one. Looking at the innocent small face, big eyes, button nose, and little lips she felt guilty letting go of her son.

"We're leaving now." She walked ahead of him while deciding to not look back. No, she would never look back or change her decisions. He was to become self-reliant. She would not always be there to fend for him.

The little boy, with a tear streaked face looked at his hands, blood still prominently showed as more blood oozed out. Sniffling a bit, he ushered out a small apology to his mother as he tried to catch up to is mother's big steps. She turned around, a cold icy stare.

"You must fix your habits before I can forgive you." and with that she continued to walk towards their awaited limo.

Xiao Lang, age three learns never to cry.