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By: Empty Pockets

ChapterTHREE

"Fiancée won't go away!"





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The Li Mansion was a lonely place for Xiao-Lang. Sure, it was big and beautiful, but it was endless hallways and countless rooms that held nothing for him; and it was exactly the same as when he had left it.

Not to mention he had many sisters, and he was the youngest of all of Yelan Li's children. He had lived here mostly all of his life, and yet Tomeoda had many more happy memories than this place.

Ever since he had returned home, he had been back to his rigorous training schedule every day. He realized how much he had gotten out of shape during the two years he had spent in Japan.

Early one morning, he awoke to the crispness of a fall morning, and his first thoughts immediately leaped to Sakura.

For some reason or another, he did not want to get out of bed to train. He just lay there, his hands folded behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, daydreaming of the certain light-brown haired girl that had been haunting his mind.

For the umpteenth time, he wondered how she was doing and if she was okay. He always felt so relaxed when he thought about her.

As he drifted off into his memories, he didn't notice about four of his sisters creep into his room and crouch around him, like cats ready to pounce on their prey.



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Across the manor, Yelan was having her morning cup of tea and looking over some documents.

"Excuse me Ma'am, would you like some more toast?" Wei, their butler, gestured toward the empty plate littered with crumbs. It was at this time that they heard an unusually loud uproar emanating from Xiao Lang's room.

"Arrgh! BAKAS! GET OUT!" He roared, as he chased his childish siblings out the door and quickly slammed it closed behind them. Lately, they seemed worse than ever, or else he was getting more and more short-fused every day.

Sighing, he began to get dressed, and as he messily brushed his stray hairs to the side with his fingers, he noticed the pink sakura petal lying on his dresser table.

Lightly he ran his finger over it. It hadn't wilted the slightest bit. He almost felt stupid for keeping it, for it really held no meaning. Yet he felt a sense of peace knowing it was there.

Grabbing his sword from where it hung on the back of the chair in the corner of his spacious bedroom, he left for the room set aside just for him to train. He didn't feel like eating breakfast, and he could escape his memories while he was training. Her jewel-bright emerald eyes were never far from his thoughts.

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Cchnk! Fwp chnk! The cold metal of his sword came in contact with the wooden post. Thnk! Chnk! His moves were as quick as lightning and twice as damaging. He showed no mercy today.

From where she stood, hidden by a stone pillar, Mei Ling watched him with a bubbling curiosity. Studying him she noticed how he immersed himself into his training every morning, as if his life depended on it. He was growing stronger and stronger with each day. And it seemed he grew more and more distant from her, with each day's passing.

"Xiao-Lang!" she called. "You've been training all morning! I've brought you some drink, so you can come and take a break!" she said, offering him a cup filled with liquid and a bright smile.

He only continued to ignore her. Mei-Ling's face grew dark, as he gave no response.

Xiao-Lang, you never pay attention to me anymore…why?!" she whined, already knowing the answer.

Taken aback by her sudden outburst, he paused mid-swing of his sword. Sighing, he leaned against it and wiped clumps of sweaty brown hair out of his eyes. Mei-Ling felt uncomfortable under his steady glare, but glad he had finally taken notice of her. He took the cup from her and threw its contents down his throat, thrust it back into her hands and resumed his training, all in swift movements.

She stood astounded, clutching the now empty cup. The scene she had imagined had at least involved a thank you.

"Arrogant idiot" she muttered under her breath. She felt like screaming at him, but was sure that wouldn't even hold his attention for long.

…Surely, he had not forgotten that the engagement was still on? If he was missing that Japanese brat so much, why couldn't he just go back and stay there…with her. He sure didn't want to give the time of day to his own cousin and future wife.

But Mei-Ling was determined that she would capture his feelings, she would be a part of his future if it killed her. Rhetorically speaking, of course.





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Woah…there's that chapter done! I really hope that it doesn't suck, I'm working hard to do this…for once it'll be the only thing I ever finish till the end. I hope this isn't too short either. Hmmm, maybe I should do less hoping, and more writing. That's the ticket! O gawd Val…never use that phrase again! ^ ^;;;

Cya all next time…

Byeeee!

-Empty Pockets