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Heartbreaks
Written by: anime16
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Chapter 1: The New Heir.
"...heir of the prominent Li clan, Shin Li and his mother Mia Li were involved in a car accident. Both were admitted to Tokyo Hospital and were pronounced dead on arrival. The clan mourned over the lost of their heir...the leader..."
Syaoran Chang took his sword from the wall. He went towards the vast garden and stared at the fallen leaves of the cherry blossoms for a while. A tiny smile flashed on his face as he prepared his stance. He closed his eyes and swung his sword. He thrust it forward, then to the side and to his back. He moved like a wind, without any unnecessary actions.
"Syaoran," a gentle, sweet voice called to him. He stopped swinging his sword and looked up, seeing his mother Yelan Chang walking towards him. She stopped in front of him and took out the towel she brought. She gently wiped the sweat forming at the side of Syaoran's face.
"Mother," Syaoran groaned, "I can do that myself." He took the towel from his mother's hands and put it around his shoulders. His mother chuckled and cleaned an imaginary stain on her shirt. Syaoran frowned and sighed, "Do you have something to say mother?"
His mother yelped. Syaoran's brows creased in worry. His mother was not usually jumpy around him, unless she'd done something terrible or wrong.
"Mother," Syaoran tapped her shoulder, "Is there something you want from me?" He had lead her inside the house and made her sit down on the couch.
"Syaoran," her mother began, "...your father called." His eyes widened and then turned angry.
"What does the bastard want?" he scowled. He clenched his fist. He had hated his father ever since he abandoned them ten years ago. He put a loving arm around his mother and brought her close.
"He wants us back Syaoran," she muttered softly, but nonetheless he had heard it. Her mother's frail body shook and a couple of tears fell down. He tightened his grip on her, assuring her that even if everything went wrong, he would always be there.
"So what did the bastard say when you turned him down?" he asked.
"Syaoran, all this time...I still love your father," his mother replied.
"You didn't mother!" Syaoran loosened his hug on her and stood up. "Tell me you didn't. After everything he'd done to hurt you, to hurt us both. Tell me you didn't agree to his pleas."
Her mother looked at him with remorse and he closed his eyes. "You...you tell that man that we will come back to him."
"Yes," his mother replied. Syaoran clenched and unclenched his fist. He opened his eyes and grimaced.
"I can't believe this," he hissed dangerously. "I can't believe this!"
"Syaoran, he needs us now. His, uh, wife and only son had died in a car accident and he had no one else to turn to but us," his mother reasoned out. Her eyes pleaded to him but Syaoran's hatred to his father was very deep and he couldn't seem to get away from it.
"Where is he when we needed him? Where is he when my friends were teasing me because I don't have a father?" Syaoran's voice was rising and tinted with loathing.
"He needs heir Syaoran. He needs you," his mother stood up and put her hands on his arms.
"So that's it huh? He wants us back because he needs something from us," Syaoran uttered. "We're going to be use and here we are, wagging out tail to be use."
"Syaoran, it's not like that. You know it's not like that," his mother cried. Syaoran's heart ached when he saw his mother shed tears. He sighed and removed her hand on his arms. He pulled her in a comforting hug.
"Alright, we'll go to him. Just don't cry now mother," he whispered.
"Thank you Syaoran," his mother muttered. "Thank you."
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"...a mistress' son! Syaoran Chang, now called as Syaoran Li, was going to replace Shin Li as the heir of the Li Clan. He was the hidden child the current leader had in London from a fling...from a mistress. The clan was in chaos because of his sudden appearance. The big question now is: will he be sufficient as the heir of a prominent clan?"
Syaoran Li came face to face with his father. He scowled and looked away. His father gave him a small smile and patted his back. He slapped his hand away and glared.
"Don't you fucking touch me," he growled.
"Syaoran!" his mother shouted. Syaoran flinched. His mother had never shouted him for anything he'd ever done wrong. His father held his hand high to stop his mother and looked at him.
"I know you're angry at me for doing that to you and your mother but know this..." his father trailed off, "I loved you both."
"Liar! You don't ever love us," he said painfully, "If you did, then you won't abandon us."
"Syaoran I'm sorry," his father muttered. "I'm really sorry."
"I can't readily forgive you just like that," Syaoran uttered, walking towards the door. "But I would be the heir of your precious clan for my mother. I would go to the school you wanted, meetings you wanted...but in the end, I would be making the decisions on my own."
With that said, Syaoran exited the room. He walked through the corridors of the manor to his room. When he's finally outside, he grabbed his sword leaning on the wall. He went towards the center and readied his stance. Swordplay could really put his mind out of the gutter.
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Syaoran was escorted by Wei, a butler his father assigned to him, to his school. He stepped out of the shiny limousine and was greeted by a hundreds of people, students from the school or the media. His body guards restrained them. Wei was on his side, preventing others to come close.
He put his hands on his pockets and ignoring the crowd. He walked inside the school and was guided by Wei again towards the faculty room. The school he would be attending to starting today was the school managed by his clan, a prestigious school for rich kids and people with pure talents.
He was greeted by his homeroom teacher Yoshiyuki Terada, giving him a gentle smile.
"Welcome to our school, Syaoran Li-sama," Terada-sensei greeted.
"Don't call me with a –sama. Is that the way you treated your students?" Syaoran grumbled. Terada-sensei was taken aback but then swiftly composed himself.
"We're sorry Syaoran," Terada-sensei said, "We used to call the previous heir that way."
"I'm different from him," Syaoran uttered. He looked away and asked, "When are you going to introduce me to the class."
"Oh just a minute," Terada-sensei packed his things and carried only what he needed. "Let's go Syaoran."
Wei bowed to the both of them and whispered to his master, "Young master, we're going back later to pick you up."
"Call me Syaoran. Yes, I'll be waiting for you guys at the gate," Syaoran gave him a small smile as jogged towards his teacher side. They trudged the long hallways towards the sole room at the end.
"This is going to be your room Syaoran. Wait here a minute and I'm going to introduce you to your classmates," he murmured and went inside. Syaoran stayed outside for a minute or two when his teacher went back to get him. He took a deep breath and walked inside. The room was quiet for a while. After a few minutes, the girls wailed and the boys groaned.
"He's so cute," the girls squealed in delight.
"I thought he's going to be stout and ugly," the boys smacked their heads in frustration.
Terada-sensei chuckled and announced, "His name is Syaoran Li. He's going to be your new classmate."
He took a quick bow and stared at his classmates. He half-expected them to glance at him with awe-struck faces but his expectation never came. They were either glaring at him or blushing at him, much to his amusement. He wondered why.
Suddenly he heard the door forcefully opened followed by a girl with short brunette hair and a smile graced on her lips.
"I'm sorry I'm late Terada-sensei," she said. Terada-sensei sighed and gestured her to sit down. She obeyed and went towards her seat.
"So Syaoran's seat would be..." Terada-sensei trailed off. The girls shot their hands up while the boys grunted.
"What about the seat behind Sakura?" he asked. The girls objected, wanting Syaoran to sit beside them.
"I'd prefer to seat to the place you've said sensei," Syaoran said. Terada-sensei nodded and hollered, "Syaoran had just decided. Sakura-chan, please raise your hand."
To Syaoran's amusement, it was the same late girl from before. And she was staring at him in confusion. He hid a smirk.
"Perhaps, this year is not bad after all," he murmured to himself.
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Author's Notes: Thanks for reading and enjoy. This is my first time writing under the CCS category. Drops some reviews if you like.
