[Yeah! Li and Sakura! ^o^ Sorry for the late update but I have finals this
week. *-* Stupid freakin' _insert name here_!}
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The young man woke up, the warmth of sunshine beating down his eyelids. Tousled dirty brown hair disoriented his vision further as he slowly began to open his amber eyes. Giant purple curtained held up by golden ropes hung to either side of a grand balcony, a portrait of himself greeted him with cold eyes, and servants awaited his orders by the side of the bed. Most people would be grateful to wake up in this kind of surroundings, but Syaoran sure wasn't one of them. It was too early in the morning to be grateful, anyway.
"Where's my breakfast!" he yelled grouchily. Instantly, a tray of food was laid on his lap, complete with cut flowers from the garden in a small delicate vase. "What's the schedule for today?" he yawned.
Yukito, the royal chancellor, smiled at him amusingly. "Why don't you ever thank your servants. They do work hard to keep you pleased." He watched as the lean man slumped out of his soft bed.
"Because I don't feel like it," replied the prince, rolling his eyes. "Besides, they're just doing their job. Like I do mine."
The silver-haired man shook his head but didn't bother to argue. Checking on some papers he held in his hands, Yukito looked over for anything important. "After breakfast, you must report to your mother for some more lessons. Then towards our general, Touya, for sills and training. Than, after lunch, you'll meet me back here for some proper schooling."
Syaoran sighed as a few servants started to dress him in his morning attire. "Why must I have these lessons, anyway. Its not like I'm going to need help on signing stupid documents."
Yukito suddenly looked up from his scrolls." Don't joke about this Syaoran. We've discussed this before. You know your mother can't be in the throne forever. And a king is supposed to do more than just a figurehead. He's supposed to-"
"be a good role model for all his subjects, a great warrior, a figure of bravery, justice, and honor," completed the prince in a bored tone. "I know all of this Yukito, but I don't see the point. I have soldiers. I have subjects. And I have a castle. As far as I'm concern, that's all I need."
The silver-haired man sighed. "I can't believe our whole kingdom is depending on an illiterate ruler..."
"Hey!" Syaoran shouted, sitting on the bed while a servant laced his boots. "I don't see what the big deal is. What's the point of reading? The documents are passed through you first, aren't they?"
"Yes, but-"
"And I trust you, Yukito. You're probably one of the most honorable person in the whole court. You'll know which law is good or bad."
"I won't always be here," replied Yukito inaudibly.
The arrogant prince gave a giant yawn and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the tray of untouched food still sitting on his bed. "You," he ordered at a nearby servant. The young woman turned around obediently. "Take this tray back to the kitchens. I'm not hungry." She nodded, grabbed the two handles of the platter, and quickly ran out of the room.
"I'm going to mother. Might as well get the lessons out of the way." With that said, he walked out of the room in a poised manner with three servants following close behind.
Yukito was the only one left in the room, a slight disgruntled look on his face. Great! Now he'll just sleep through the lessons again!, he thought. "Why can't he be more serious?"
"Hey."
Yukito turned around. Touya was leaning on the doorway, coal black eyes shining through his thick black hair. His silver armor magnifying every angle of his body. "Were you talking about the prince or me?"
Rolling his eyes, Yukito replied." Both of you I guess." He smiled feebly.
Touya laughed and crossed over the room. "I'm not sure about me, but that brat can be a real pain sometimes."
"Shhhh!" he replied," If he hears you, he might have you exiled."
"Let him then," he shrugged, closing his hands over Yukito. "I'm the best fighter in the kingdom. Why would they even have a chance of losing me?"
Yukito frowned and moved his hand away. "Because you're an unknown, remember? You were found with no memories of your past and great wounds three years ago from that battle. May I remind you that this kingdom has a lot of rumors of who you are already? The subjects might even revolt!"
Touya chuckled at the worried features of his lover. "Don't worry. They all know I'm completely harmless." He grinned slyly. "Well, as long as they aren't my enemies." He placed a gentle kiss on the youth's forehead. "Relax. I have to go now. Train some new recruits."
Yukito watched as he walked out of the door. He quickly looked outside the balcony and calculated the position of the sun. "Great!" he thought sarcastically," Now I'm late for breakfast." He stumbled out the chamber room, careful not to trip on his robes.
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Syaoran watched his mother pacing around the rooms. Seating himself on the nearest chair, he leaned on one arm with a bored expression on his face. "Really mother, why not just flatten their whole kingdom?"
The queen looked up at the prince. "You know why. We have to show some compassion for everyone. Even our enemies. It shows the sign of a good and civilized nation," she said sharply. "You also have to learn the ways, my son. You can't expect to be how you are forever."
"What's wrong with how I am?" he asked defensively.
She started to speak but shook her head instead. "Maybe one of your sisters could-"
But before she finished, a loud explosion shook the whole room. Syaoran's eyes lit with fear. His mother leaned on a nearby table for support.
"Mother? What-"
The words were caught short as one of the guards burst through the doors. "Forgive me your highness," he panted. "But the enemy had entered the city. You must retreat for your safety would certainly be in danger!"
His mother had expected this. "Quickly," she whispered harshly to him, shoving a small bag of gold in his hands," They'll look for you most of all. Go to the docks and find a boat. Row as fast as you can to an ally country. I'll have to stay and protect your sisters."
"But-" Syaoran pleaded, "Mother, I don't-"
His mother didn't wait for him to finish. Shoving him in another door, she tried the best to comfort him but was stopped by the thunderous roar of guns and soldiers. "Hurry! Don't turn back!" Before he could do anything else, Syaoran felt his mother quickly pushing him out the doorway and found himself in the open on the streets.
With his mother's words ringing in him ears, he quickly took cover at the shadow of every solider he saw. Dodging over and hiding behind ominous things, he somehow reached the docks. But there were stationed men guarding all the boats. Thinking quickly, he tossed out a few coins far away from them but just enough to give him room to run.
It worked. As soon as they bended down to analyze the object, Syaoran sprang from behind the building and jumped onto the nearest rowboat. For a moment, he paused at the pride of being able to reach the vessel but was quickly altered by the fact that another enemy soldier had shouted," Its the prince! Don't let him get away!"
Without another pause, Syaoran sat down on the wooden bench and took hold of the oars. With all the strength he could muster, the oars slowly began to move the boat away from the oncoming army of soldiers. A few jumped after him but couldn't catch up to the frantic boy. He finally stopped, panting and smiling at the angry men on shore.
All common sense forgotten, he stood up and openly pointed and laughed at the men. "Pathetic buffoons!" Closing his eyes because of the hysterical laughter and giant relief, Syaoran didn't notice the giant cannon that was brought forth. The only thing that he noticed was the explosion that came afterwards.
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Finally. Land. Syaoran was so exhausted as he walked up on shore, sputtering sand and bitter-tasting seawater. As soon as he walked out of the crushing waves, he fell face-first on the beach. He panted, closing his eyes as the intense heat form the sun baked his neck and back. He couldn't move any limb but felt every ache in them. It seemed like his heart and lungs were protesting violently about the extreme brutality of the sea. How long had he been clinging on the piece of wood?
Finally, his body and mind exhausted, he began to lose conciseness. The last thing he felt was the sharp tugging of the tattered remains of his pants. As he sank deeper into darkness, he also heard a voice exclaiming sharply, "Kero! Don't ever bite an unconscious person ever again!"
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[Points at angry reviewers. Hahahaha I didn't say it'll be a looong sakura and syaoran moment =P. Evil is thy name! *runs off laughing like a lunatic*
To insert insult, click purple button ~_0]
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The young man woke up, the warmth of sunshine beating down his eyelids. Tousled dirty brown hair disoriented his vision further as he slowly began to open his amber eyes. Giant purple curtained held up by golden ropes hung to either side of a grand balcony, a portrait of himself greeted him with cold eyes, and servants awaited his orders by the side of the bed. Most people would be grateful to wake up in this kind of surroundings, but Syaoran sure wasn't one of them. It was too early in the morning to be grateful, anyway.
"Where's my breakfast!" he yelled grouchily. Instantly, a tray of food was laid on his lap, complete with cut flowers from the garden in a small delicate vase. "What's the schedule for today?" he yawned.
Yukito, the royal chancellor, smiled at him amusingly. "Why don't you ever thank your servants. They do work hard to keep you pleased." He watched as the lean man slumped out of his soft bed.
"Because I don't feel like it," replied the prince, rolling his eyes. "Besides, they're just doing their job. Like I do mine."
The silver-haired man shook his head but didn't bother to argue. Checking on some papers he held in his hands, Yukito looked over for anything important. "After breakfast, you must report to your mother for some more lessons. Then towards our general, Touya, for sills and training. Than, after lunch, you'll meet me back here for some proper schooling."
Syaoran sighed as a few servants started to dress him in his morning attire. "Why must I have these lessons, anyway. Its not like I'm going to need help on signing stupid documents."
Yukito suddenly looked up from his scrolls." Don't joke about this Syaoran. We've discussed this before. You know your mother can't be in the throne forever. And a king is supposed to do more than just a figurehead. He's supposed to-"
"be a good role model for all his subjects, a great warrior, a figure of bravery, justice, and honor," completed the prince in a bored tone. "I know all of this Yukito, but I don't see the point. I have soldiers. I have subjects. And I have a castle. As far as I'm concern, that's all I need."
The silver-haired man sighed. "I can't believe our whole kingdom is depending on an illiterate ruler..."
"Hey!" Syaoran shouted, sitting on the bed while a servant laced his boots. "I don't see what the big deal is. What's the point of reading? The documents are passed through you first, aren't they?"
"Yes, but-"
"And I trust you, Yukito. You're probably one of the most honorable person in the whole court. You'll know which law is good or bad."
"I won't always be here," replied Yukito inaudibly.
The arrogant prince gave a giant yawn and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the tray of untouched food still sitting on his bed. "You," he ordered at a nearby servant. The young woman turned around obediently. "Take this tray back to the kitchens. I'm not hungry." She nodded, grabbed the two handles of the platter, and quickly ran out of the room.
"I'm going to mother. Might as well get the lessons out of the way." With that said, he walked out of the room in a poised manner with three servants following close behind.
Yukito was the only one left in the room, a slight disgruntled look on his face. Great! Now he'll just sleep through the lessons again!, he thought. "Why can't he be more serious?"
"Hey."
Yukito turned around. Touya was leaning on the doorway, coal black eyes shining through his thick black hair. His silver armor magnifying every angle of his body. "Were you talking about the prince or me?"
Rolling his eyes, Yukito replied." Both of you I guess." He smiled feebly.
Touya laughed and crossed over the room. "I'm not sure about me, but that brat can be a real pain sometimes."
"Shhhh!" he replied," If he hears you, he might have you exiled."
"Let him then," he shrugged, closing his hands over Yukito. "I'm the best fighter in the kingdom. Why would they even have a chance of losing me?"
Yukito frowned and moved his hand away. "Because you're an unknown, remember? You were found with no memories of your past and great wounds three years ago from that battle. May I remind you that this kingdom has a lot of rumors of who you are already? The subjects might even revolt!"
Touya chuckled at the worried features of his lover. "Don't worry. They all know I'm completely harmless." He grinned slyly. "Well, as long as they aren't my enemies." He placed a gentle kiss on the youth's forehead. "Relax. I have to go now. Train some new recruits."
Yukito watched as he walked out of the door. He quickly looked outside the balcony and calculated the position of the sun. "Great!" he thought sarcastically," Now I'm late for breakfast." He stumbled out the chamber room, careful not to trip on his robes.
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Syaoran watched his mother pacing around the rooms. Seating himself on the nearest chair, he leaned on one arm with a bored expression on his face. "Really mother, why not just flatten their whole kingdom?"
The queen looked up at the prince. "You know why. We have to show some compassion for everyone. Even our enemies. It shows the sign of a good and civilized nation," she said sharply. "You also have to learn the ways, my son. You can't expect to be how you are forever."
"What's wrong with how I am?" he asked defensively.
She started to speak but shook her head instead. "Maybe one of your sisters could-"
But before she finished, a loud explosion shook the whole room. Syaoran's eyes lit with fear. His mother leaned on a nearby table for support.
"Mother? What-"
The words were caught short as one of the guards burst through the doors. "Forgive me your highness," he panted. "But the enemy had entered the city. You must retreat for your safety would certainly be in danger!"
His mother had expected this. "Quickly," she whispered harshly to him, shoving a small bag of gold in his hands," They'll look for you most of all. Go to the docks and find a boat. Row as fast as you can to an ally country. I'll have to stay and protect your sisters."
"But-" Syaoran pleaded, "Mother, I don't-"
His mother didn't wait for him to finish. Shoving him in another door, she tried the best to comfort him but was stopped by the thunderous roar of guns and soldiers. "Hurry! Don't turn back!" Before he could do anything else, Syaoran felt his mother quickly pushing him out the doorway and found himself in the open on the streets.
With his mother's words ringing in him ears, he quickly took cover at the shadow of every solider he saw. Dodging over and hiding behind ominous things, he somehow reached the docks. But there were stationed men guarding all the boats. Thinking quickly, he tossed out a few coins far away from them but just enough to give him room to run.
It worked. As soon as they bended down to analyze the object, Syaoran sprang from behind the building and jumped onto the nearest rowboat. For a moment, he paused at the pride of being able to reach the vessel but was quickly altered by the fact that another enemy soldier had shouted," Its the prince! Don't let him get away!"
Without another pause, Syaoran sat down on the wooden bench and took hold of the oars. With all the strength he could muster, the oars slowly began to move the boat away from the oncoming army of soldiers. A few jumped after him but couldn't catch up to the frantic boy. He finally stopped, panting and smiling at the angry men on shore.
All common sense forgotten, he stood up and openly pointed and laughed at the men. "Pathetic buffoons!" Closing his eyes because of the hysterical laughter and giant relief, Syaoran didn't notice the giant cannon that was brought forth. The only thing that he noticed was the explosion that came afterwards.
*~*~*~*
Finally. Land. Syaoran was so exhausted as he walked up on shore, sputtering sand and bitter-tasting seawater. As soon as he walked out of the crushing waves, he fell face-first on the beach. He panted, closing his eyes as the intense heat form the sun baked his neck and back. He couldn't move any limb but felt every ache in them. It seemed like his heart and lungs were protesting violently about the extreme brutality of the sea. How long had he been clinging on the piece of wood?
Finally, his body and mind exhausted, he began to lose conciseness. The last thing he felt was the sharp tugging of the tattered remains of his pants. As he sank deeper into darkness, he also heard a voice exclaiming sharply, "Kero! Don't ever bite an unconscious person ever again!"
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[Points at angry reviewers. Hahahaha I didn't say it'll be a looong sakura and syaoran moment =P. Evil is thy name! *runs off laughing like a lunatic*
To insert insult, click purple button ~_0]
