1A/N: I am SO, SO sorry everyone. I deserve to be beaten with rotten fruit for the lack of updates. I feel so bad. I hope I still have fans. I just had so much trouble writing this chapter, and I have no idea why. Everything just seems so wrong, corney or just plan stupid. I feel so bad, I just hope this chapter makes up for it.

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Insideoutme: There will be a total of 20 chapters. I may think of adding more even.

Clairexx: We may see it used. I haven't decided as of yet.

Lil-BabyAng3l: Well I noticed I had very little of Eriol's playful side in the story, and felt I had to add something like that.

MoonLoveAngel: Updated!

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Fairy Tales

Chapter 10

"Come on in," Sakura called, her voice was set in a low tone as she stood from her sitting position. She stared at the door as she watched the doorknob turned and slowly opened up. At first all Sakura saw was a small hand come into her view of the door as it opened. The hand made its way full into view to reveal the hand to be holding a small, thin cane.

Slowly the door opened up wider and a young woman walked into the room, and she closed the door behind her slowly, as she leaned on her right side, letting the cane help hold up her body weight. The girl smiled at Sakura before she bowed. "Good evening Master Shung."

Sakura smiled, "You know Mika, you can just call me Sakura, no need for Shung."

Mika stepped forward, walking slowly toward Sakura, her cane tapping places in front of her, and her eyes scanned back and forth, almost searching for them. Sakura stepped forward and met Mika, making her come to a complete stop. Mika smiled at Sakura before she bowed for a moment. "I have a message from Master Taisuke."

"Oh? What does Taisuke want?"

Mika shook her head, "I don't know Master Sakura. I walked by the training room earlier, and he came up to me and asked me to get you for him."

"Oh, all right," Sakura replied. She took Mika's arm and began to head back to the door. Mika followed and held onto Sakura's arm, much like a couple would. She smiled as she turned to Sakura with a pleased smile.

"I'm very happy for you Master Sakura. It must have been so lonely for you," Mika said. Sakura turned to Mika as they exited Sakura's bedroom. Mika looked in Sakura's direction, her eyes searching back and fourth, but still meeting Sakura's face. "I'm sorry. I realize that was out of line."

"No, no, really its fine Mika," she replied. "It was lonely. My father was the only one I could talk to for so long, but I have you as well now. Not just my father and Taisuke."

A smile lit on Mika's face as she listened closely to Sakura speak. They walked in silence just like that for a while, Mika's expression changed to a serious one, as she suddenly began to think rather seriously. Sakura noticed and quickly came to a stop and looked down at her friend.

"Is anything wrong Mika?"

Mika turned to Sakura's direction, but once again couldn't stop her eyes from searching back and fourth. She leaned on her cane as they stopped, to again help her keep her balance. "I had a vision dream last night."

"Was it serious?"

Mika nodded. "I dreamed about the man I will marry."

Sakura's face lit right up. "Really? So things will work out with me then?"

"I'm guessing so," Mika replied. "The thing is Master Sakura, the man I marry . . . he is not a good man at all."

Sakura tilted her head in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"In my vision he is beating me, because I am having trouble bearing a child. I have continuous miscarriages, and he beats me for it. Telling me, I am cursed."

Sakura's eyes widened as she listened to Mika tell her this. Mika turned away and returned to searching down the hall where they were headed. "I'm telling you this Master Sakura, because I know that you'll make sure this will never happen to me. I want you to change it."

Sakura released Mika's arm and took a step back before she bends down low and bowed toward Mika. "Mika you have my word, not just as a swordsman, but as my good friend. I will make sure after I become the leader you will marry a good, understanding man."

Mika smiled as she bent low into a bow as well, "Thank you Master Sakura."

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"Mika," Sakura gasped as she at up right in bed.

"Sakura, are you alright?" Tomoyo quickly grabbed hold of her shoulders to straighten Sakura up. She soon began to claim her breathing, and was breathing correctly again. "Sakura, what happened? You were shaking so violently."

"Mika," Sakura repeated. "I dreamt about Mika."

"Mika? Who is she?" Tomoyo asked. Her face lit in a smile to try and comfort Sakura, who still seemed shaken. Sakura reached over to her night stand, where her journal laid. Picking it up she began to search through the entries, stopping at one page before she passed it over to Tomoyo.

"Read this entry," she pointed.

"Tomoyo looked unsure for a moment, but then turned to the book. "May 24, 1870. Today I was introduced to my betrothed. They're blind and they have a hard time walking because of an accident from their childhood. I am glad to have finally met them after writing letters to them for months. I pray things work out, they don't know of my secret," Tomoyo finished the entry and turned to Sakura. "She was your fiancee?"

Sakura nodded. "Chosen by the elders, for me."

"How did..." Tomoyo paused. "I meant to say, did she know?"

"Yes, I told her," Sakura smiled. "She said she had thought so. She was blind, but her magic was amazing. That's why she was chosen, despite her disabilities. She helped me hide my identity as well, just by acting as mu beloved wife-to-be. We were really best friends."

Tomoyo was really interested now. She turned to Sakura and and got her attention and pointed down to the journal. Mentally asking if she could read more. Sakura nodded, giving Tomoyo a positive yes. Tomoyo set the book in her lap and began to read.

"June 1, 1870," she read. "I can't ever thank my fiancee enough for what they have done for me. Today was the summer festival and I was suppose to go with them, but they knew I wished to attend with my real beloved. They faked the flu and insisted to the elders that I go ahead. It was then I met my beloved in the thick forest, where I was able to spend an amazing night with my beloved."

Tomoyo looked up to Sakura who was blushing hard. Tomoyo grinned. "Ohohoh, did daddy know about this?"

Sakura's cheeks turned read. "We didn't do anything, I assure you Tomoyo I am untaken. And yes, my father did know," Sakura added.

"And who is this beloved?" Tomoyo added, believing Sakura's answer.

Sakura's whole face lit up as she realized that she had said more then she had meant too. Tomoyo grinned. "Come on, who was it?"

"It was Taisuke. He was the one I loved," Sakura replied. "Or I thought I was in love."

Tomoyo's face fell as she suddenly remembered something Sakura has said to her after shortly arriving. Sakura had stated that she thought she had been in love.

"Sakura, what did he do?"

A single tear suddenly fell from Sakura's eyes as she turned to face Tomoyo. Her face was serious and her expression was dark and angry. "Taisuke killed me," Sakura stated. "The very night I became leader, and hours before we were to be married."

Tomoyo's eyes became wide and she covered her mouth trying to hide a gasp of surprise. "Is that why you said you felt betrayed when you found out he took your place?"

"Yes, because it was then that I knew why he killed me."

"He took your place," Tomoyo finished for Sakura. Tomoyo took Sakura's hand and smiled at Sakura. "If he was willing to give you up, then he wasn't worth your time."

Sakura smiled before she nodded in agreement. "Your right."

A soft knock came from the guest room door, which caught their attention quickly. Sakura pulled the blanket off her body and rounded the bedside towards the door. She opened the door and greeted Syaoran. Tomoyo hid the journal under her bed sheets quickly, to hide it from Syaoran's view.

"Good evening Syaoran," Tomoyo greeted.

"Hello Tomoyo," Syaoran replied. "Can I borrow Sakura for a while?"

"Shouldn't you be asking her?" Tomoyo grinned, pointing towards Sakura.

"Come on Syaoran. We don't have a lot of time," Sakura said. He agreed, and before long left the room with Sakura. Tomoyo took the journal out again and turned to the last entry, which was written in a bright blue ink, and unfaded, like many other entries.

"July 7, 2006," Tomoyo read a loud. "I wish Tomoyo all the best tomorrow. I pray she has the life I was unable to have. I hope she has a wonderful life with Eriol, like I was suppose to with Taisuke."

Tomoyo closed the book and patted the journal's cover. "You're an amazing person Sakura. I know that Taisuke regretted what he did everyday of his life. How could he not? Its hard not to like you Sakura."

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"Is Tomoyo too excited to sleep?" Syaoran asked. "It is almost two in the morning, and she is getting married tomorrow afternoon."

"I'm sure Eriol is the same," Sakura replied. She didn't want to tell him that she was awake because of her dream about Mika. That would be hard to explain. Not to mention it wasn't any of his business.

"You never know," Syaoran added. "I'm sure they're both excited. They've been engaged a long time. He proposed to Tomoyo when he was seventeen after working together in a school play, but you know that of course."

Sakura did her best to not look surprised in front of Syaoran. She nodded, "I remember that, Tomoyo couldn't stop telling everyone. I never saw her so happy."

Syaoran opened the library door and let Sakura inside first. She hid her surprise nu the gesture and decided to ignore it, seeing as it wasn't that big of a deal. Syaoran closed the door behind him, headed right towards Clow's study. Sakura followed him and stepped inside the secret study.

"Anything pacific you want to practice tonight?" Sakura asked.

Syaoran paused for a moment and though deeply. Over the last two weeks they had practiced more then a few tactics, and he had improved greatly. Sakura watched him think as he leaned against the desk.

"How did your practice test go?"

Syaoran snapped out of his deep though and stood from his leaning. "Great actually. The elders were all very impressed with my results, but the head elder seemed angry for some reason."

"Angry?" Sakura asked.

"He told me he was proud of me, but his aura didn't say proud, it seemed to give off something angry," he leaned against the desk again and began to think deeply. "I don't know what to practice. The elders told me I was at a passing level, so I don't know what I could improve on."

Sakura began to think about it as well. She turned her attention to her mother's portrait and looked to it for guidance. After staring at it for a moment she had one thing pop into her head. Turning back to look at Syaoran she opened her mouth with her answer.

"Every leader should know how to dance."

Syaoran looked up at her for a moment, surprised by her answer. "I suppose."

"Do you know how to dance?" Sakura replied. "A bridesmaid has to dance at last once at the wedding celebration, as should the best man."

"I do not know how," he answered. "I spent my life learning how to defeat someone, not how to swipe them off their feet."

Sakura smiled as she placed one hand on her hip and shook a finger at Syaoran. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, must I teach you everything."

He seemed surprised. "You'll teach me to dance?"

Sakura nodded. "Its easy, its like a sword duel."

"A duel?"

Sakura nodded again, this time placing her hands in midair, one reached out as if cupping an invisable partner, the other placed, where ones hip would have been. She stepped forward, taking her partner with her. Then she moved to the left, spinning around and going the way she came, then to a right, and back to the front. Syaoran watched her, absorbing everything she did.

"Dodging, and attacking. Dodge, attack, dodge, attack," she said. She did this a few moments longer, before she stopped and turned to Syaoran. "The girl you dance with is like a sword. Keeping her tightly in your arms, and always going forward, and keeping her in your view at all times. You attack with the sword, and you pulled the sword with you as you dodge.

Syaoran clearly seemed to be having a hard time not laughing at what she had said. She didn't think it sounded that funny. She use to have such a hard time dancing, until Mika had told her the same thing. She caught on right away afterwards.

She stepped forward and took his hand in hers and pulled him to the middle of the room. "Take the lead," she commanded. Syaoran became serious right away, looking at her body for a moment, to study the places he was suppose to hold. His right hand took her hand and pulled it outwards, while his left hand rested just above her hip. Sakura placed her free hand on his lower shoulder and she looked up with him. "Alright, lead me."

Syaoran looked down at his feet for a moment, then looked at her. He cleared his throat, but said nothing as he again looked down at his feet. Trying to figure out where to start. Sakura smiled gently. "I know what I said sounded weird, but just listen to what I say. Dancing like a battle. Attack is forward, dodge is a turn, and retreat is stepping backwards. Just remember, I am your sword."

Syaoran nodded as he then looked at her, waiting for her instructions. Sakura took a deep breath before she opened her mouth. "Attack," she commanded. Syaoran slightly pushed her forward as he took a step forward. "Dodge." On cue, Syaoran turned them both on his left and continued until she opened her mouth again. "Retreat." Syaoran took a step backwards, telling Sakura with him. "Attack and dodge." Sakura told him, and quickly Syaoran stepped forward and spun around. "Retreat." Syaoran stepped back.

Sakura's face lit up as she realized that he had gotten it right away. She had to admit, she was so impressed. "Try it without me." He nodded, looking down at his feet, and took her forward before he spun her, and took a step backwards. He repeated this again, and again, until slowly his head rose to look at her. Sakura's face was still lit in a smile as she looked at him. "Your doing a great job Syaoran. To be honest, I thought you might step on my feet once or twice."

Syaoran chuckled deep in his throat, making Sakura smile even more. That had been the first time she had heard him chuckle like that. Last time he even chuckled near her was when she had challenged her to a duel. She raised her gaze up higher to meet his eyes.

They continued to dance in the three cycles, over and over again as they looked at the other. "Are you sure you don't know how to dance?"

"No, why?"

"I'm beginning to think you've been pulling my leg," Sakura giggled, breaking her gaze from his when she covered her mouth when she giggled. Syaoran's expression softened as he watched her giggle. They had long ago stopped dancing, and just took their in the middle of Clow's study, staring and talking.

"I realize Sakura, that I am not the most greatest guy in the world. And at first I treated you terribly, but I really want to thank you for what you have done for me the last few weeks. I really think I can pass the test now, and I really think I'll become leader, but really Sakura, I could never have done it without you. I guess what I am trying to say is, you really changed me," he said. Sakura's cheeks grew warm, and did his as his eyes widened too, realizing what he had just said. "My opinion of the strength of woman I mean. When I become leader I'll change this clan for the better. I know I will."

Sakura smiled. "I know you will."

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A/N: I pray this chapter makes up for the lack of updates. Oh please, make up for it. I still feel so bad!!!!