I've Been Engaged to My Worst Nightmare!
1: Here Is Syaoran
Storm clouds from the East had moved in quickly, and it wasn't long till they covered they sky with their great vastness. And before too long, small droplets of light drizzle had begun to make it's way towards the earth, gradually becoming heavier with every passing minute.
A long black slick limmo made it's way through the Hong Kong city. Causing bystanders to turn towards it's direction and stare.
Everyone in the Town, no, City, knew who THAT limmo belonged to. Because in a Large sweeping silver letter, there was a large silver 'L' on both sides of the vehicle.
The Li family was in town.
They were known for their great political power in China, not to mention wealth. One of the richest families in China! They were a festive family. Serious, yet accepting and gentle. Unlike most people now days. And whenever a party or ball was held at their mansion, everyone in Hong Kong knew about it!
But one thing stuck out about the family. The heir was VERY unlike the rest of his relatives. Whether they be close or distant relatives, he was the only one with a bad temper.
This little hot head here is Syaoran Li.
But even though people feared this Li, girls and women of all ages were swooned by him and his captive and serious eyes and short chestnut hair.
But perhaps this was the reason he was always so cranky. But, when he had heard the latest news of his engagement, he felt his heart sink to his toes, his stomach lurch like a sputtering automobile, his fist clench hard like a closing turtle shell, his teeth grit together like sandpaper, and his anger boil up from the depts of hell like a boiling hot gyser.
And oh! Having this happen all at the same time! What horrible, horrible, oh so dreadful build up of stress! Someone was gonna pay.... or so he had hoped. But with a mother like his, revenge was only a sweet dream. Like a lollipop in a child's hand till it was snatched by an older child.
Well, too bad. This was his life. That was his mother. And did he loathe her? YES! HE DID!
The rain was coming down full force now. Hitting the windshield and causing it to make loud tapping noises. Almost impossible to see out of. But yet, it was soothing.
Syaoran, a 16 year old boy, master in the magical arts, a master swordsman, and very skilled in the martial arts.
He sighed wearily as he saw a blurred figure of a girl skipping in the rain. The rain making it almost impossible to see out of his side of the window. Whoever she was, she didn't notice the vehicle. How he envied her happiness and joy of being free. How HE wished to be free. Just. Like. Her.
That lucky duck! If he couldn't be happy, then why should she?! She should suffer just like him! He thought with bitterness as he remembered the engagement.
Oh, the irony of the situation! If ONLY he knew!!!
*
Fujitaka smiled joyously as he straightened his Kung Fu uniform as he looked proudly at himself in the mirror. Oh, any minute, the Li's would be over! He had to look his best!
Suddenly, he felt a jolt run through his body as he just remembered something! He had forgotten to prepare the tea!
He felt an urge to rush. He HAD to hurry! Everything HAD to be PERFECT.
Inside the kitchen, he quickly filled a tea pot with water and placed it on top of the stove to come to a boil. Then he quickly pulled tea cups out of the cabinets along with a small tea pot before placing a strainer in the top and filling it with his MOST expensive tea leaves and rushed into the small living room and placed them all on the large, short, wooden table. Then quickly inspected the pillows that were used as seats around the table.
He sighed a breath of relief as he straightened and inspected his work. A smile upon his lips.
Then he noticed the silence of the house. His smile broadened. Sakura must be meditating again. Preparing for their guests. She was such a sweet and strong willed girl. And she managed that by her meditation.
He felt tears of happiness come to his eyes.
"Oh! My precious daughter! Preparing herself for our guests! I knew she wouldn't let me down!"
Meanwhile, up stairs in Sakura's room...
Sssshhhhhwwwooooooo........ (Howling wind coming in from the window)
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And about a mile away....
"OH HAPPY DAY! Never gonna ge-et maaarrriiiied! Never gonna ge-et maaarrriiiied!" (In a sing-song voice)
And back with Fujitaka....
"Oh! My sweet Sakura! You make me proud!" he exclaimed to no one in particular as two rivers of tears ran down his face, and as he held his fist in front of himself as he clenched it.
Just then, he heard the whistling of the boiling water on the stove.
"Oh! I MUST ATTEND TO THE TEA!!!" he exclaimed, as he bounded off to the kitchen.
*
Just a minute or two after Fujitaka had went to his kitchen, the Li's limmo pulled along side of the house, since there was no drive way to pull into.
Two butlers quickly dashed out of the car with umbrellas and opened the passenger doors to let Syaoran and his Mother out. Shielding them from the rain with the large black umbrellas while they stood in the rain and proceeded to get drenched from head to toe.
Syaoran looked quizzically at the house/dojo thing in front of him. The person he was to wed lived HERE?! Some COMMONER?! He shrugged. Big deal. Girls were girls, and they were all the same. EVIL. JUST LIKE HIS MOTHER, SISTERS, COUSIN, and his STUPID STUPID STUPID FAN CLUB!!! ARG!! WOMEN WERE EVIL!!!! Or, that was the conclusion he had come to over the years of being chased and tortured by them. But boy, was he in for a surprise....
*DING DONG*
*
Fujitaka's head jerked up as he heard the doorbell. He quickly, ran to the living room, gave it a quick inspection, ran to the door, and panted. Trying to regain his breath and himself.
'Don't want to look TOO anxious...' he thought gleefully.
"SAKURA! OUR GUESTS ARE HERE!!" he yelled up the stairs. But instead of waiting for an answer, he quickly turned to the door and gripped the door knob with a sweaty palm.
*
Syaoran stood there, in front of the Kinomoto's door. Wishing how somebody would plant a bullet right into the back of his head. Better yet, into the girl he's supposed to wed.
He snickered at the thought, but quickly received a slap to the back of the head from his mother as she gave him a sharp side glance. He glared. Then turned to face the door once again.
Then faintly, he heard, "SAKURA! OUR GUESTS ARE HERE!" from the other side of the door.
'Sakura?' he thought bitterly. 'She must be Japanese.' he concluded quickly.
Then the door swung open, to reveal an excited Fujitaka, trying to suppress his anxiety. He was failing quite miserably.
Syaoran sighed. This was going to be LONG day....
*
Sakura shivered as she pulled her arms around herself. It wasn't so bad when it first started misting, and when it began to pour like a pitcher of water, she still wasn't bothered, but when the wind began to pick up, she felt herself begin to grow cold.
Her eyes darted right then left, searching for some form of shelter. Then it landed on a small little soup shop located on the corner of a street. She quickly made a mad dash for it.
Inside, she smelt the sweet aroma of noodles and soup. Her stomach lurched. Then growled with hunger.
Having only a small cup of tea the whole day did NOT help her savage hunger.
The place seemed empty, with the exception of the waitress and cook.
She sighed in relief, but began to shiver again.
Slipping her bag off and letting it fall to the ground, she pulled her long hair out from behind her, and rung it almost dry of water just outside of the door way. Once done, she walked back inside and grabbed her backpack and flopped into one of the restaurants seats at the counter, where she was greeted by the waitress.
"Nihao!" The girl greeted enthusiastically.
"Uh, nihao." Sakura answered back, as she took the menu that was handed to her from the girl.
"Call whenever your ready to order!" she said, before she bounced out of sight behind the counter and into the kitchen.
Sakura sighed, still cold.
She quickly ran through the list of different food they had. They seemed to have lots of Chinese dishes, a few Korean, and a few Japanese ones.
She sighed again, but this time depressed. Too many choices. They all sounded good. And she couldn't afford them all!
She went through the list again. Finally, she decided to order the Bulgogee. A Korean dish.
She smiled. Finally! Food!
*
Fujitaka frowned. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying his company, or anything like that, but where in the 7 hells was his daughter?! It's been 30 minutes since he last called her down... what could she be doing?!
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Kinomoto?"
Fujitaka quickly wiped the frown away and replaced it by a nervous smile. "Uh, nothing Ms. Li."
Yelan pulled the tea cup to her lips and took a small sip before asking,
"So, where is your daughter? Im quite anxious to meet her. Im sure my son is too. Aren't you, Syaoran?" she calmly said, as she sent a death glare at him from the corner of her eye.
Syaoran frowned, before bending over and resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm before mumbling, "Yea, yea. I'm just LEAPING with joy over here." Sarcasm dripping from his voice like honey.
He mentally sighed. He knew his mother was just itching to slap him again! He began to laugh silently to himself. Too bad, sucker! Can't do it in front of our host! He thought with a small mental snicker.
The smirk soon faded as Syaoran watched Mr. Kinomoto get up and make his way towards the door. Mumbling about his daughter and what was taking so long. Hmph. Probably sitting in front of a mirror trying to put her face on. Heh heh... stupid girls.
His attention was diverted from Mr. Kinomoto to his mother as she slapped his again.
"OW! What the hell was THAT for!?" he snapped.
She took another sip of her tea. "You know just as well as I." She took another sip. All in one smooth, graceful movement.
He lightly growled. "That's not a very good reason to hit me. I wouldn't have done that if YOU hadn't arranged this whole damned thing in the first place!"
His mother was silent. He growled louder. The silent treatment. How he DISPISED her when she did THAT! He wasn't a person who liked to be ignored. Not even by his worst enemies. But to him, it was fine to ignore whoever he wanted.
"Syaoran, you know that--"
Yelan was cut off as Fujitaka's loud footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. Quickly growing louder and louder. Was he.... running?
Suddenly, Fujitaka's frame appeared in the door way. Panic evident on his face.
His arm and hand slowly rose up and his index finger extended, pointing down the way he had just went and came from.
His lip was trembling.
"S-S-S-S- ak-ra.... g-g-g-one!" he stuttered.
Yelan sighed in frustration. "Calm down, man! Regain yourself! We can't understand a word your mumbling!" She snapped. Feeling worry build up in her. It couldn't be true! Not what he just said! It must've been a joke! Sakura, gone?!
Yelan gulped her mouthful of saliva, hoping, wishing, PRAYING that she hadn't just heard what she thought she heard.
Fujitaka took a deep breath before he began to waver, then mumbled, "Sakura's.... gone...." before passing out and falling backwards, and crashing into the wooden floor boards with a loud thump.
Yelan's eyes widened as she scrambled up and ran to Fujitaka's side.
Syaoran watched all of the commotion before his very eyes. Even though he hated the idea of marrying a total stranger that he didn't even love, he felt fear build up inside of him. For some odd reason, he was... worried?
Yelan's head snapped towards him.
"I know! I know! Im on it!" he yelled as he scrambled up and ran to the door. This was another reason why he hated girls. They were always causing trouble!
Continued....
Author's Notes: Well, here's the 2nd chapter! Be prepared for the next chapter!