CHAPTER 3
Kinomoto Challenges Li


"SHE'S SO CUTE!" the Li sisters shouted before pouncing on an extremely shocked Sakura. They started pulling at her clothes, hair and cheeks.

"Girls, LET HER GO!" Yelan said from the doorway. (I'm placing Yelan sorta out of character in this story) A woman with medium length hair and deep brown eyes came out of the house. She was wearing a denim skirt and a black silk blouse. She held her head high, and the way she walked showed that she demanded respect.

"Sakura!" she said. Her voice sounded cheerful. Sakura bowed a little. Yelan picked up her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You are the very image of your mother." She said. Sakura eyes watered a bit.

"Thank you." She said. To Syaoran's immense shock, Yelan embraced Sakura. She rarely hugged people. They let go of each other.

"Xiaolang show her to her room!" Yelan ordered.

"Yes mother." Syaoran said. He started walking away. Sakura disentangled herself from the sisters, and ran to catch up with him. He noticed this and slowed down a bit.

"Xiaolang? I thought your name was Syaoran." Sakura said confusedly.

"Xiaolang is my Japanese name. Xiaolang is my Chinese name. You can call me which ever you prefer." He explained.

"XIAOLANG!" a voice yelled behind them. Sakura saw Syaoran go a little pale. She turned around and saw a girl with black hair and ruby eyes running towards them.

"Syaoran, who is that?" Sakura asked. The girl stopped in front of them and looked between them.

"Xiaolang who is she?" the girl asked. There was a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"Meling this is Sakura Kinomoto. Sakura this is my cousin Meling Li." Syaoran introduced. Sakura held out her hand, but Meling didn't take it. She stared coldly at this girl. Sakura felt a little uneasy. She took her hand back and looked at Syaoran.

"Can you take me to my room please. I want to unpack." She said softly.

"UNPACK! YOUR STAYING HERE!" Meling shouted. Sakura flinched. She wasn't use to yelling.

"Meling, stop yelling. She's going to be staying with us for personal reasons." Syaoran said. He had enough of Meling being rude.

"It's ok Syaoran." Sakura said softly.

"YOU JUST GOT HERE AND YOU'RE ALREADY CALLING HIM BY HIS FIRST NAME!" Meling yelled. Syaoran and Sakura sweat dropped. Then Sakura had a bright idea.

"Hey Meling, do you know how to fight?" She asked. Syaoran looked at her in surprise. Meling looked smug.

"Of course. I'm the best, beside Xiaolang here of course." She said proudly.

"How about you and me fight then. I know you have training rooms here. Say tomorrow?" Sakura challenged. Meling thought about it for a second and shook her head yes. She ran off to practice, and Syaoran and Sakura continued their walk to her new room.

"Uh, Sakura?" he said. She looked at him.

"Yes Syaoran."

"No offense or anything, but Meling is pretty good." Syaoran warned. Sakura grinned. Syaoran was taken aback. He hadn't seen her smile before.

"I've been training since I could stand. Touya taught me." She said softly. She looked away, and he knew she was going to cry soon. He put an arm around her shoulder. She leaned onto him.

"If you ever need anyone to talk to, just tell me ok?" he said. She nodded. He realized they were at her door. It had been painted a pale pink. He opened it and set her suitcase inside.

"Wow." She said in awe. Her room was about 7 times larger than her old one. It was done in pinks and whites. Her queen size bed had a sheer pale pink canopy with white satin sheets and pillows. The comforter was a pale pink. There was a big comfy chair in the corner that was a pale pink. The carpet was white. The curtains to her balcony door were white with pink strips. The view from the balcony was gorgeous. The landscape was the cherry blossom orchard, and beyond that a small river. She could sill hill after hill. The setting sun was seen. It was beautiful.

"Do you like it?" Syaoran asked. She nodded her head. He smiled.

"Dinner is at 6. It's formal tonight, because some of the elders will be joining us. So wear something slightly fancy. Ok?" She nodded her head. He left her to unpack. She went over and got her suitcases. She put them on the bed. She hung up her clothes and put her toiletries in the bathroom. She picked out a dress and shoes. She looked at her clock. It was 5:55 p.m.

"I'm going to be LATE!" She said. She hurried into the dress and ran a brush through her hair in record time. She put on some lip-gloss and ran out her door. She made a couple of turns before she realized she didn't know where the dining room was.

'Oh boy, talk about first impressions' she thought.