Sorry for the delay, this chapter has been long in the making. I've taken
the time to improve my skills (or at least try to) and I've totally redone
this chapter about five times already. Hope you like!
Trulie: Hey Syaoran, you didn't really kill Wings, did you?
Syaoran: Not yet, why?
Trulie: She didn't review, did my story stink that bad?
Syaoran: Baka blonde, it's right here *hold computer print-off*
Truile: Ah, so it is. Muchas Gracias. *reads paper* Ah!! I'll write, I'll write! Not the episodes!! Annything but that.
You guys all enjoyed that S+S moment, didn't ya? Well, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. I AM EVIL That is the only explanation for this chapter. It may be a bit confusing at first, but everything will be explained; I promise. Please don't kill me; flames are expected…
*Syaoran reading the draft, drops it and glares angrily*- What the hell are you thinking?!!
Truile- *smiles angelically* Who me? He He He… guess you'll have to read to find out!!
Last chapter…
"Sakura, I need to ask you; will you come back to Hong Kong with me?"…
"To Hong Kong? Why?" She wondered, tilting her head back and looking into his eyes. Only they were no longer brown, but black. Sakura screamed and jumped back, pushing the arms that were wrapped around her away. Ping stood before her, smirking silently.
"Hello again, my Ying-Fa."
Her eyes narrowed as she glared, "What do you want?"
"Disappointed, are we?" He chuckled. "Disappointed that my cousin doesn't share your feelings?"
Sakura was furious; furious that he had come here, furious that he wasn't Syaoran, furious that he was mocking her. "You don't know that."
"Oh, but you do." Ping replied, knowingly, "And you are absolutely right. Xiao… Syaoran could never love something as weak as you. I know it, you know it, so why not except it?"
"Go away!" She shouted. His words cut and cut deep; probably because they reflected the thoughts of her own. "Go away! Just leave!!"
"I could do that, and I think I will. I'll just leave you here, wallowing in your own self pity." Laughing triumphantly, he disappeared and she broke down in tears.
"Sakura…" A somewhat familiar voice, as soft as a breeze, caught her ears and she looked up. Through eyes clouded with tears she saw a woman standing before her, the same one that had made the offer that had upset Syaoran so much. Only this time, her eyes were amber, just like his. "Sakura, do you remember what I told you?" she wondered gently.
"No." She admitted, ashamed that she hadn't.
"People don't always mean what they say."
Sakura blinked in confusion. "I don't understand."
The woman nodded, "I thought as much. Give him a chance."
"Who?"
"Xiao Lang."
She was still had the same blank look on her face and the woman giggled, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry, that would be Syaoran to you." In an undertone, she muttered something that sounded suspiciously like Chinese.
"Syaoran…"
"Don't be rash and you'll be fine." She said, smiling. "It's time for you to wake-up now."
"I'm… it was all…"
"A dream, yes. Good-luck to you." Then she vanished, along with Sakura's room, and everything was peacefully black.
Opening her eyes, Sakura blinked in the light. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, and unstable. She was sitting in a leather chair that was moving up and down every so slightly- almost like in a car but not quite. Something warm was resting on her arm; it was a hand, she noted, when she glanced over at it. Following the arm upward, she looked into a pair of amber eyes.
"How do you feel?" He wondered, noticing she was awake.
"Syaoran-kun, where are we?" Sakura wondered, struggling to sit up. Syaoran took her arm and helped her.
"In a jet, flying over the South China sea."
"Hoe?!?!"
"Sakura, relax." He insisted quickly, "I'm sorry for not asking you, but your brother and father agreed that it was best not to wake you."
"Where are they?"
"Back in Japan."
"And we are going to…?"
"Hong Kong."
Just like in her dream…
Syaoran sighed, "Let me explain this, Sakura. We're going to visit my clan," Upon seeing her frightened look, he insisted, "There is a purpose. We're going to prove to them that you aren't weak."
"What will that prove?" She wondered nervously. This didn't seem like a good idea to her. The Li-clan meant Ping, and he meant…
"You'll have to trust me, because I can't tell you. He won't be there, and I swear nothing will happen to you. I promise."
Sakura looked away, not at all happy with this situation. Only bad could result from this…"
"I know my clan and how they think." He insisted, tilting her head so she was looking back at him. His eyes were pleading, and she finally gave in. "Please, just try."
"I will."
**********
Syaoran glanced at her, his mind lost in thought. He wasn't sure if what he was doing was right. There were so many ways it could go wrong, but this was the only way she could gain the respect of the elders, which would in turn stop Ping.
She looked so lost and confused, and he felt bad that he couldn't explain it further.
You have no idea how important this is, Sakura. But maybe that's a good thing. She had no idea what his clan was like and she would probably never know everything that he did.
Syaoran sighed heavily and looked out the window. Please let things go well…
**********
"Sakura, wake-up. We've landed." She looked up, only to realize that she had fallen asleep once again. Sakura got to her feet and looked around again, this time noticing that they hadn't been on a commercial airliner, but a privet jet.
They walked down the short isle to the end of the plane, where they were greeted by the pilot. He bowed to Syaoran and said something in rapid Chinese, making Syaoran blush slightly. He replied, in Chinese as well, and now the pilot looked embarrassed.
"What did he say to you?" Wondered a bewildered Sakura once they were outside the plane. The only word she had caught of the entire conversation had been 'Li'.
"It was nothing." Syaoran replied, his face taking on a pink hue.
The pair walked across a few feet of concrete before coming up to a limousine. The driver bowed and opened the door for them as he spoke to Syaoran, once again in Chinese. (AN: I don't know any Chinese, obviously, so please forgive me.) He merely nodded and got into the vehicle after Sakura.
"Wow, Syaoran-kun, your family must be very rich." She commented in awe, eyes wide.
He nodded unhappily. If she's impressed by this… Syaoran wondered what she thought his family was like. Most likely it was an image very similar to hers; loving and supportive even if she did fight with her brother. If she thought that… well, she was very wrong. "Hai Sakura, very rich and powerful."
At that comment, her face sobered and she looked down at the floor, "I know."
Baka, baka, baka! You just had to bring that up?! "Sakura, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"
Surprisingly, she smiled, "It's alright, I need to be strong, ne?"
Syaoran hated himself at that moment. This was not a good idea…
********
The limousine pulled to a stop under the huge overhang of an equally huge mansion. Syaoran helped her from the car, "This is the Li mansion." He told her glumly, fearing what was to come next.
"XIAO LANG!!!" The front door burst open and four women (AN: his sisters would be in their twenties, right?) came running out. They swarmed around him; speaking in Chinese so rapidly that even Syaoran seemed to have trouble understanding. The girls hugged him, pinched his cheeks, and basically crowded him for a good minute or two. The commotion stopped when one of the girls asked, in Japanese, "Xiao Lang, who's this?"
The voice sounded so familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she would have heard it.
Syaoran sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "This is Sakura, Sakura-chan, these are my sisters, Fuutie, Fenren, Feimei, and Shiefa."
The four girls beamed at her and broke off into a rapid chatter again, all but the oldest. She smiled at Sakura, "Did you have a pleasant trip?" Fuutie wondered.
It hit Sakura very suddenly. The eyes, the voice, everything but the girl's hair looked exactly like the person from her dream. "Are you…"
She nodded, smiling still. "Yes, I am."
"What are you?" Syaoran demanded, coming into the conversation. "How do you know Sakura?"
Sakura was about to explain, but Fuutie shook her head slightly and smiled sweetly at him. "Nothing, little brother. The elders wanted to see you as soon as you arrived."
"They can go to hell."
A huge shadow passed over them suddenly and they looked up.
Fear was in the eyes of Syaoran's sisters and only Sakura was smiling. "Kero-chan!!!"
Sorry, that was nowhere near as good as I wanted it to be. I've realized suddenly that I'm WAY out of my league. I know nothing about the Li-clan except for that they're rich and power, and cold too, I imagine. Please help me!!! Any info is greatly appreciated!
Trulie: Hey Syaoran, you didn't really kill Wings, did you?
Syaoran: Not yet, why?
Trulie: She didn't review, did my story stink that bad?
Syaoran: Baka blonde, it's right here *hold computer print-off*
Truile: Ah, so it is. Muchas Gracias. *reads paper* Ah!! I'll write, I'll write! Not the episodes!! Annything but that.
You guys all enjoyed that S+S moment, didn't ya? Well, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. I AM EVIL That is the only explanation for this chapter. It may be a bit confusing at first, but everything will be explained; I promise. Please don't kill me; flames are expected…
*Syaoran reading the draft, drops it and glares angrily*- What the hell are you thinking?!!
Truile- *smiles angelically* Who me? He He He… guess you'll have to read to find out!!
Last chapter…
"Sakura, I need to ask you; will you come back to Hong Kong with me?"…
"To Hong Kong? Why?" She wondered, tilting her head back and looking into his eyes. Only they were no longer brown, but black. Sakura screamed and jumped back, pushing the arms that were wrapped around her away. Ping stood before her, smirking silently.
"Hello again, my Ying-Fa."
Her eyes narrowed as she glared, "What do you want?"
"Disappointed, are we?" He chuckled. "Disappointed that my cousin doesn't share your feelings?"
Sakura was furious; furious that he had come here, furious that he wasn't Syaoran, furious that he was mocking her. "You don't know that."
"Oh, but you do." Ping replied, knowingly, "And you are absolutely right. Xiao… Syaoran could never love something as weak as you. I know it, you know it, so why not except it?"
"Go away!" She shouted. His words cut and cut deep; probably because they reflected the thoughts of her own. "Go away! Just leave!!"
"I could do that, and I think I will. I'll just leave you here, wallowing in your own self pity." Laughing triumphantly, he disappeared and she broke down in tears.
"Sakura…" A somewhat familiar voice, as soft as a breeze, caught her ears and she looked up. Through eyes clouded with tears she saw a woman standing before her, the same one that had made the offer that had upset Syaoran so much. Only this time, her eyes were amber, just like his. "Sakura, do you remember what I told you?" she wondered gently.
"No." She admitted, ashamed that she hadn't.
"People don't always mean what they say."
Sakura blinked in confusion. "I don't understand."
The woman nodded, "I thought as much. Give him a chance."
"Who?"
"Xiao Lang."
She was still had the same blank look on her face and the woman giggled, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry, that would be Syaoran to you." In an undertone, she muttered something that sounded suspiciously like Chinese.
"Syaoran…"
"Don't be rash and you'll be fine." She said, smiling. "It's time for you to wake-up now."
"I'm… it was all…"
"A dream, yes. Good-luck to you." Then she vanished, along with Sakura's room, and everything was peacefully black.
Opening her eyes, Sakura blinked in the light. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, and unstable. She was sitting in a leather chair that was moving up and down every so slightly- almost like in a car but not quite. Something warm was resting on her arm; it was a hand, she noted, when she glanced over at it. Following the arm upward, she looked into a pair of amber eyes.
"How do you feel?" He wondered, noticing she was awake.
"Syaoran-kun, where are we?" Sakura wondered, struggling to sit up. Syaoran took her arm and helped her.
"In a jet, flying over the South China sea."
"Hoe?!?!"
"Sakura, relax." He insisted quickly, "I'm sorry for not asking you, but your brother and father agreed that it was best not to wake you."
"Where are they?"
"Back in Japan."
"And we are going to…?"
"Hong Kong."
Just like in her dream…
Syaoran sighed, "Let me explain this, Sakura. We're going to visit my clan," Upon seeing her frightened look, he insisted, "There is a purpose. We're going to prove to them that you aren't weak."
"What will that prove?" She wondered nervously. This didn't seem like a good idea to her. The Li-clan meant Ping, and he meant…
"You'll have to trust me, because I can't tell you. He won't be there, and I swear nothing will happen to you. I promise."
Sakura looked away, not at all happy with this situation. Only bad could result from this…"
"I know my clan and how they think." He insisted, tilting her head so she was looking back at him. His eyes were pleading, and she finally gave in. "Please, just try."
"I will."
**********
Syaoran glanced at her, his mind lost in thought. He wasn't sure if what he was doing was right. There were so many ways it could go wrong, but this was the only way she could gain the respect of the elders, which would in turn stop Ping.
She looked so lost and confused, and he felt bad that he couldn't explain it further.
You have no idea how important this is, Sakura. But maybe that's a good thing. She had no idea what his clan was like and she would probably never know everything that he did.
Syaoran sighed heavily and looked out the window. Please let things go well…
**********
"Sakura, wake-up. We've landed." She looked up, only to realize that she had fallen asleep once again. Sakura got to her feet and looked around again, this time noticing that they hadn't been on a commercial airliner, but a privet jet.
They walked down the short isle to the end of the plane, where they were greeted by the pilot. He bowed to Syaoran and said something in rapid Chinese, making Syaoran blush slightly. He replied, in Chinese as well, and now the pilot looked embarrassed.
"What did he say to you?" Wondered a bewildered Sakura once they were outside the plane. The only word she had caught of the entire conversation had been 'Li'.
"It was nothing." Syaoran replied, his face taking on a pink hue.
The pair walked across a few feet of concrete before coming up to a limousine. The driver bowed and opened the door for them as he spoke to Syaoran, once again in Chinese. (AN: I don't know any Chinese, obviously, so please forgive me.) He merely nodded and got into the vehicle after Sakura.
"Wow, Syaoran-kun, your family must be very rich." She commented in awe, eyes wide.
He nodded unhappily. If she's impressed by this… Syaoran wondered what she thought his family was like. Most likely it was an image very similar to hers; loving and supportive even if she did fight with her brother. If she thought that… well, she was very wrong. "Hai Sakura, very rich and powerful."
At that comment, her face sobered and she looked down at the floor, "I know."
Baka, baka, baka! You just had to bring that up?! "Sakura, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"
Surprisingly, she smiled, "It's alright, I need to be strong, ne?"
Syaoran hated himself at that moment. This was not a good idea…
********
The limousine pulled to a stop under the huge overhang of an equally huge mansion. Syaoran helped her from the car, "This is the Li mansion." He told her glumly, fearing what was to come next.
"XIAO LANG!!!" The front door burst open and four women (AN: his sisters would be in their twenties, right?) came running out. They swarmed around him; speaking in Chinese so rapidly that even Syaoran seemed to have trouble understanding. The girls hugged him, pinched his cheeks, and basically crowded him for a good minute or two. The commotion stopped when one of the girls asked, in Japanese, "Xiao Lang, who's this?"
The voice sounded so familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she would have heard it.
Syaoran sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "This is Sakura, Sakura-chan, these are my sisters, Fuutie, Fenren, Feimei, and Shiefa."
The four girls beamed at her and broke off into a rapid chatter again, all but the oldest. She smiled at Sakura, "Did you have a pleasant trip?" Fuutie wondered.
It hit Sakura very suddenly. The eyes, the voice, everything but the girl's hair looked exactly like the person from her dream. "Are you…"
She nodded, smiling still. "Yes, I am."
"What are you?" Syaoran demanded, coming into the conversation. "How do you know Sakura?"
Sakura was about to explain, but Fuutie shook her head slightly and smiled sweetly at him. "Nothing, little brother. The elders wanted to see you as soon as you arrived."
"They can go to hell."
A huge shadow passed over them suddenly and they looked up.
Fear was in the eyes of Syaoran's sisters and only Sakura was smiling. "Kero-chan!!!"
Sorry, that was nowhere near as good as I wanted it to be. I've realized suddenly that I'm WAY out of my league. I know nothing about the Li-clan except for that they're rich and power, and cold too, I imagine. Please help me!!! Any info is greatly appreciated!