Author' s note: Yeah! I finally wrote a fanfic! This is my first fanfic. so
be nice to me and tell me what u think about this.^^ and I've only been in
Aus. for three years so my English is still not good.tell me if I have any
mistakes. thanks. Well, here goes!
Prologue
--- Hong Kong-
A boy walked down the corridor and went into a room, slamming the door shut behind him. He has messy chestnut hair and a pair of cold amber eyes, tall and masculine for he has been trained in martial art all his life. His cold amber eyes now burnt with anger. "What does she want from me!?" he yelled out in frustration. "I don't want to marry anyone! Just leave me alone!" he got changed and walked into another room where he started to practise his fighting skills, putting all his anger onto the fight.
A girl with jet-black hair and ruby red eyes poke her head into the room. "Syaoran! Lunch is ready! Come on out! I'm about to starve to death!" her smile disappeared when she saw the look on her cousin's face. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
"Mother wants me to marry to some rich girl that I don't even have the slightest feeling for." Syaoran spat out bitterly.
"You mean that rich brat called Naomi in our class?"
Syaoran nodded.
"WHAT!?" Meiling yelled out loudly making Syaoran wince rubbing his ears, "her? That stupid brat only wants our money! And besides, she doesn't love you! Anyone can see that she only likes your money!"
"It seems that Mother can't" Syaoran said with disgust.
"Well, Naomi looks pretty alright, but she is pretty stupid and she is mean, annoying and rude." Meiling stated.
"Yeah I know."
Meiling sighed. "Oh well, I'm sure it will be fine. We'll think of a way to get out of this marriage, I'll help you." Meiling assured her cousin and walked out of the room.
"Yeah, hopefully" Syaoran agreed and followed Meiling out of the room, but somehow he knew it wouldn't be that easy.
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"No and I mean NO, which part of no don't you understand!" Sakura yelled angrily at her Foster-mother Vivian. "I will not marry to a total stranger"
"You will and I will not care what I do to make you marry Ken." Vivian stated. "And from tomorrow, you will be going to the high school where Ken goes." With that, she left Sakura's bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Sakura thew herself onto the bed and started to cry. Miaka came into the room and soothed her. Miaka is her personal maid and probably the only one that cares about her since her arrival in this family. She was adopted by a wealthy widow, Tukisiro Vivian, at the age of ten. Vivian was a beautiful woman who wanted to be wealthy and powerful- that's why she wants Sakura to marry to Ken Rea, a rich and spoiled guy who is son of a friend of Vivian's husband in Hong Kong and that's why they moved from Japan to Hong Kong.
"Mistress, are you alright?" Miaka asked carefully.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Sakura lied. She doesn't want Miaka to worry about her.
"It is quiet late, Sakura. You should go to bed now." Miaka said motherly not realising that the girl in her arm is already asleep. "Sakura?" She smiled when she saw the girl sleeping peacefully in her arms. Looking at her tear saint face, she sighed. Sakura was a happy natured girl when she first came here. When she laughs or smiles, her emerald green eyes shone with brightness, warming people's heart. Miaka put Sakura gently on her bed. She brushed Sakura's honey brown hair aside and stood next to the bed, looking at the sleeping girl. She sighed and walked out of the room quietly.
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A/N Haha. a very short chapter la. I'll put on a longer chapter next time. ^x^llb
Prologue
--- Hong Kong-
A boy walked down the corridor and went into a room, slamming the door shut behind him. He has messy chestnut hair and a pair of cold amber eyes, tall and masculine for he has been trained in martial art all his life. His cold amber eyes now burnt with anger. "What does she want from me!?" he yelled out in frustration. "I don't want to marry anyone! Just leave me alone!" he got changed and walked into another room where he started to practise his fighting skills, putting all his anger onto the fight.
A girl with jet-black hair and ruby red eyes poke her head into the room. "Syaoran! Lunch is ready! Come on out! I'm about to starve to death!" her smile disappeared when she saw the look on her cousin's face. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
"Mother wants me to marry to some rich girl that I don't even have the slightest feeling for." Syaoran spat out bitterly.
"You mean that rich brat called Naomi in our class?"
Syaoran nodded.
"WHAT!?" Meiling yelled out loudly making Syaoran wince rubbing his ears, "her? That stupid brat only wants our money! And besides, she doesn't love you! Anyone can see that she only likes your money!"
"It seems that Mother can't" Syaoran said with disgust.
"Well, Naomi looks pretty alright, but she is pretty stupid and she is mean, annoying and rude." Meiling stated.
"Yeah I know."
Meiling sighed. "Oh well, I'm sure it will be fine. We'll think of a way to get out of this marriage, I'll help you." Meiling assured her cousin and walked out of the room.
"Yeah, hopefully" Syaoran agreed and followed Meiling out of the room, but somehow he knew it wouldn't be that easy.
---
"No and I mean NO, which part of no don't you understand!" Sakura yelled angrily at her Foster-mother Vivian. "I will not marry to a total stranger"
"You will and I will not care what I do to make you marry Ken." Vivian stated. "And from tomorrow, you will be going to the high school where Ken goes." With that, she left Sakura's bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Sakura thew herself onto the bed and started to cry. Miaka came into the room and soothed her. Miaka is her personal maid and probably the only one that cares about her since her arrival in this family. She was adopted by a wealthy widow, Tukisiro Vivian, at the age of ten. Vivian was a beautiful woman who wanted to be wealthy and powerful- that's why she wants Sakura to marry to Ken Rea, a rich and spoiled guy who is son of a friend of Vivian's husband in Hong Kong and that's why they moved from Japan to Hong Kong.
"Mistress, are you alright?" Miaka asked carefully.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Sakura lied. She doesn't want Miaka to worry about her.
"It is quiet late, Sakura. You should go to bed now." Miaka said motherly not realising that the girl in her arm is already asleep. "Sakura?" She smiled when she saw the girl sleeping peacefully in her arms. Looking at her tear saint face, she sighed. Sakura was a happy natured girl when she first came here. When she laughs or smiles, her emerald green eyes shone with brightness, warming people's heart. Miaka put Sakura gently on her bed. She brushed Sakura's honey brown hair aside and stood next to the bed, looking at the sleeping girl. She sighed and walked out of the room quietly.
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A/N Haha. a very short chapter la. I'll put on a longer chapter next time. ^x^llb