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a/n: Gomen ne for the long wait. I hope this chapter was worth it.






How things really were



"Touya! Otou-san!" Sakura opened the door to her house. Sakura had a surprise for her family. She had gone over to Syaoran's house earlier that day. They had planned to spend the whole day together since they rarely had the chance to be with each other for even an afternoon. He had surprised her with a ring though. That was over six hours ago. She was six hours closer to getting married to the love of her life. Everything was perfect. They even had time to go for a walk after dinner. But even dreams have to end some time...or at least, put on hold.

Here she was, opening the door to her house, wondering how to tell her little family about Syaoran. She had purposely come home a little late, hoping that their father would be home before she was so she could tell them immediately.

"Hey kaijuu," Touya called from the kitchen. Sakura's stomach turned. She didn't exactally want to tell Touya about Syaoran proposing without her father there. She covered her left hand with her right.

"Where's Dad?" Sakura took off her shoes, put on slippers and set her purse down.

"Not home yet."

Sakura chuckled to herself. She really didn't want Touya to find out first. "I'll be in my room." Walking up the stairs, Sakura pondered possible reactions her brother might have.

Scene A...

"Otou-san, 'nii-chan. Syaoran and I are going to get married!" she would announce and show off her left hand.

"Oh Sakura! I'm so happy for you. You and Syaoran are going to live happily ever after and have dozens of children and I'll baby sit..." he would say in a falsetto voice.

Fujitaka Kinomoto beamed at his two grown children who got along oh so well.

Sakura laughed weakly. That would never happen.

Scene B...

"Otou-san, 'nii-chan. Syaoran and I are going to get married!" she would show them the ring on her left hand.

"Eh? Oh. Congratulations, kaijuu. I bet your kids are all going to be kaijuus too," he would say with a grin.

And of course, their father would sit and beam. His two children did turn out wonderfully.

Again, Sakura laughed. That would never happen either.

Scene C...

"Otou-san, 'nii-chan. Syaoran and I are going to get married!" She would hold out her hand for them to see the proof.

Touya would spit out what ever he was eating or drinking, slam his hands down on the table, and peer at Sakura's hand. "Am I drunk? Do I really see that silvery-diamondy thingy on your hand?"

She would nod weakly. "WHAT?!" He would proceed to try and stalk out of the house and hunt down the gaki. Of course, he would be prevented from going anywhere by their father, who would have a semi-worried look on his face. It would be mixed with happiness for Sakura. But Touya...

Sakura shuddered. Naturally, something along the lines of that would probably happen...she would just have to wait and see.

She flopped down on her bed. "Syaoran," she sang his name to herself and played with the ring he had given her. It was a silver colored band with a diamond set in it. She was going to get married. Considering how long it had taken him to confess his feelings to her and how long she had taken to reply to him, it was odd that this marraige agreement had and air of well thought out spontenaity. It only seemed that way in context though.

The sound of the garage opening brought Sakura out of her reverie and she bounced down the stairs. But then she ran into Touya, knocking both of them over. "Sakura, are you-....SAKURA! What is that?" He pointed at her left hand, which was currently rubbing her sore shins.

She stopped, realizing what he was pointing at. "Oh. That. Well, I'm getting married."

"To?" he pressed, knowing what the answer would be.

"Syaoran."

"...."

Fujitaka walked into the hall way and saw Sakura siting on the ground, her left hand over her shin, her right hand on the ground. He saw Touya standing with his mouth open, pointing at her left hand. He thought, "my, my, here's a situation."

As soon as Touya realized that his father was back, he snapped out of his "astonishment phase" and launched right into the "protest phase." "No. nO. NO!"

Sakura looked him straight in the eye. "Touya, you can forbid all you want, I'm still marrying Syaoran." She got up and greeted Fujitaka.

This certainly wasn't the way Mr. Kinomoto had envisioned being informed of his daughter's marraige; as soon as Sakura got up Touya followed her, muttering "no"s all the way. Fujitaka put his briefcase away and rushed over to his son and daughter. "What's going on?"

"Otou-san," Sakura turned towards her father and smiled sweetly. "Look, Syaoran proposed to me today."

He raised his eyebrows. "That's absolutely wonderful Sakura! I've been wondering when you two would do this." He kept a wary eye on Touya. "Isn't it wonderful news Touya?"

"No, it's rotten news. I can't believe she's marrying the Chinese brat!!"

"Oh, he's not bad. He's perfect for Sakura, Touya."

"When are you getting married?" he demanded of Sakura.

"We're eloping if you keep talking like that," she retorted, shooting him a venomous look.

Eloping. That was the last thing Fujitaka wanted any of his children doing. "Touya, behave," he tried admonishing.

"But-but she's...he..."

"He's a good person, Touya."

Touya stalked off to his room, muttering. In reality, Touya and secretly called a truce with Syaoran. He had guessed years ago that Syaoran was going to stick with Sakura, so Touya reluctantly had told Syaoran that he didn't hate him....as much. All those starring contests and all that bickering was mostly out of habit now. Touya would rather die than let Sakura know that though.

He just wasn't ready for Sakura to go off like that. He remembered how long it had taken the two of them to admit to eachother that they were in love. Compared to that, this decision to get married was like lightning. Touya sighed. If life were simple and run by his rules, little sisters would not grow up, and they wouldn't fall in love with the person their older brother "hated" so much.

Too bad life wasn't like that. He felt the urge to go complain to someone....



a/n: short, I know, but it's about the same length as my other chapters....