The next day
"Sakura! Wake up! It's our wedding day!"
"Coming, Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura shouted back.
Sakura rushed downstairs after combing her hair. Tomoyo would help her to apply makeup and get into her wedding dress later.
"Ohayo!" Sakura greeted Tomoyo. Then turning to Tomoyo's mum she bowed and said, "Ohayo gozaimusu!"
"Ohayo to you too, Sakura," Tomoyo's mum said absently.
"Come on Sakura! We've got to get dressed properly and do each others' hair! Oh I can't wait to play with those wonderful locks!" said Tomoyo.
She dragged Sakura upstairs (Sakura thought, "But I just came down!").
Sakura sat on a stool in Tomoyo's room. She looked into a mirror as Tomoyo brushed her hair and tied it in the childish style that Sakura had worn when she was a 6th grader.
"Ummm, isn't this a bit childish?" asked Sakura.
"It's all right. It makes you look cuter. I envy Syaoran Li; he's so lucky to have a bride like you!" answered Tomoyo.
Sakura looked into the full-length mirror. A soft gasp escaped her lips. Though she was not vain, she admitted that she looked beautiful!
"Wow Tomoyo-chan! I can't believe you actually made this dress!" she exclaimed.
"You did a good job on mine too," Tomoyo giggled.
It was true. They both were extraordinarily beautiful. Sakura's brown hair was back as if she was a little girl; two pigtails while leaving most of her hair untied. Tomoyo's blue-black hair was curled into wavy braids. It had taken ages for Sakura to tie all of them up but it was worth seeing. Both were now young woman so their breasts showed under their gowns, both handmade. Tomoyo had always made clothes for Sakura; most of the things in Sakura's wardrobe were handmade by Tomoyo. Sakura did not have such experience at dress-making though.
"Let me see my two little darlings!" cried Tomoyo's mum, bursting in through the door. "Wow! Sakura, you never told me you were so wonderful at dress-making!"
Though Sakura's ability with thread and needles was unproven, she had done a great job. A close surveillance from the top to bottom would look something like this; at the top, a glittery veil covering the back of her hair. The bodice was whit with a shimmer of pink, the embroidery like lace. It was sewn to the skirt as if it was one part, the skirt the left side stopping at the knees and the right side stopping st the feet. The sleeves were done in a similar manner with one side of one sleeve stopping at the fingertips and the other side stopping 10cms longer then Tomoyo's arm. The stitches were tiny and almost like if it was a line. The thread was pink to add colour to the solemn dress.
"Yeah, it is wonderful isn't it?" asked Tomoyo. We spent 3 days making each other's clothing! It's wonderful that we finally finished, isn't it, Sakura-chan!"
"Mmm hmm. Your gown's better though," replied Sakura.
It was true. Though Sakura's gown was a more traditional kind with Sakura wearing a midnight blue kimono, it was made so the dragons stitched on looked as if they would jump out and fly away. The stitches were done in white thread to contrast the material.
"Come on! My limousine is waiting outside. Tomoyo's wedding is scheduled first. After it, it'll be 5:00, just in time for Sakura's wedding! Oh you two look adorable together. I wish Nadeshiko was here to see this day..." Tomoyo's mother's voice trailed off.
"Come on, Sakura," said Tomoyo gently. It's our wedding day. What could possibly go wrong? Let's forget about our troubles and just celebrate. You deserve it!"
Sakura sighed. She thought that she would never have fun again after going away from Tomoyo. They had been like sisters since 1st grade.
Tomoyo heard the sigh.
"It's going to be alright, Sakura," she said. "Remember your invincible spell!"
"Yes," was the reply. "I believe it's going to be alright."
"We've arrived in Japan, Master Li."
Syaoran was standing in the airport in Toemeda. The first thing he thought was, "Where am I?" The second thing was, "Why am I doing this?"
"Yes, Wei. We're here at last," was the thing that finally came out of his lips.
Of course, Syaoran never had a say in anything from the date of the marriage to the clothes he was going to wear. He only knew that today, he was getting married to a girl named Sakura.
He walked out of the airport and into a taxi.
"Where would you like to go?" asked the driver.
"Toemeda Hotel and Conference centre please," answered Wei.
10 minutes later, Syaoran was standing outside a six-story building that looked positively Victorian.
Syaoran sighed. He wasn't expecting this!
A gasp of amazement issued from the mouth of a very astounded Sakura.
"Wow! I thought the place we went to for your wedding was amazing!" she exclaimed. "This place is even bigger! It looks like the Li's aren't exactly skinflint."
Tomoyo laughed, a musical voice that made the man beside her, no, her husband like her even more.
Eriol smiled at Sakura. He was happy to see the child of his uncle so happy.
The threesome inside the huge Victorian building followed by an army of reporters who all wanted to talk with Tomoyo or Eriol. But the Hiirigazawa family's bodyguards were no pushover; all the reporters were outside the main building.
"Sakura, you wait here," Tomoyo said after leading Sakura into a huge, spacious room. "You'll meet your husband in here in about 5 minutes? 10? Soon, anyway."
"Mmm hmm," replied Sakura, still frazzled by the building she was in.
"Syaoran Li, may I present Sakura Kinomoto?"
"Sakura Kinomoto, may I present Syaoran Li?
They were exchanging introductions when the usher called, "The wedding will start in 1 minute! Syaoran, you'd better go to the dais or you'll be late!"
"My apologies," Syaoran told Sakura. "I will see you on the dais."
'This is going to be the politest marriage in history,' thought Sakura. She sighed.
Wedding music started to play. A young girl who could not be older then 12 walked in, accompanied by another young woman who held the hem of Sakura's dress. Two little girls dressed as angles skipped and pranced before them, scattering sakura petals everywhere.
"That's right, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo's voice said. "Just keep walking until you're beneath the dais. Your bridegroom should then walk down, take your hand and lead you onto the dais."
"Tomoyo," Sakura hissed. "We went through this at least a million times! Stop pestering me!" She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
"Tomoyo giggled. "Sakura!" she said playfully, "Shoulders back! Back straight and march!"
Sakura giggled as well. Nobody could resist Tomoyo when she wants to act charming!
Syaoran looked at the unveiled girl beneath him. "Hmm. Nice eyes. Her hair is too short; I'll have to ask her to stop cutting it. Chin is stubborn; she'll be trouble. What's this aura around her? Is it magic? Opps, I'm going to look stupid if I don't hurry down now!" he thought and hurried down just in time to offer her his arm.
She accepted it gracefully, her lips curling into the cutest smile ever. Syaoran smiled inwardly. She had obviously fallen for his charms!
As he led Sakura onto the dais, Sakura thought, "His hair is so pretty! I'm partial to chocolate coloured hair! But his eyes are so cold and unforgiving. I wonder what he'll be like to live with."
"Will you, Syaoran Li take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death does you part?" asked the priest.
"I do." was the reply.
"And will you, Sakura Kinomoto take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death does you part?" the priest asked again.
"I-I do."
"Then let the Sake be opened and may you have a long and prosperous life!" he declared!
As the guests cheered, Sakura's face reddened.
"Let's go somewhere private, shall we?" Syaoran's voice drifted over.
"OK," Sakura replied, relieved that he was as shy as she was.
"What kind of power do you have?" asked Syaoran. He was curious to see if this really did posses some kind of power.
"You noticed, then, did you?" Sakura's reply was cold; her face wore the same icy expression.
"Wow! So come on, tell me!" was the instant, somewhat joking reply. It was as if he invited her to share a joke.
"She is the mistress of the Sakura Cards!" a new voice piped up…
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura and all of its characters do not belong to me. They belong to Clamp.
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