Title: This is Not Enough
Author: Peonyqt1004
Chapter 2: Talking with You
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CCS.
A/N: I was sick for a long time with a virus... a flu virus that is. So I could'nt write for a long time, I'm a bit sick now too, so excuse my poor writing and sorry for not updating in such a long while. ^^ Thanks for the reviews thou!
-Peony
---Talking to You--
Rain drummed against the pane of his glass window. Amber eyes stared out into the dark night sky. He had just recieved a call that his mother has died, right after he had left in a fit of anger. He was confused. Why was he acting this way? Feelings strange and new twisted and writhered inside of him as he stared out his car window. He couldn't understand the painful gnawing guilt in the back of his mind, and couldn't explain the faint groan of pain from the deep dark crevice of his heart. The rain pittered hard against his window, making the street lights make little webworks of orange light across his water covered window. Like crystals they shone, and they made dark dots of shadows about his face, like a shadow of a tear. But no tears came. The amber eyes closed, a painful sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back into his seat, into the world of escape.
Sakura was trembling, her eyes wide and her face thin and pale. Her usual spunky attitude seemed a bit forced today as she walked about in a white gown, the gown of mourning. The funeral was being held. Sakura could'nt belive it. A life snuffed out, just like that. The life of the woman she loved the most. Her mother. Sakura slowly made her way towards the large church worship area. The large cathedral ceiling and the stained glass windows shining brightly with the suns rays from outside made the church unholy with a strange, almost playful tranquillity. Sakura felt herself lost in the beautiful of the church. The fragrance of roses wafted in about the room, premeating it with a delightfully fresh and crisp aroma, yet a solem and beautifully dignified air was acheived. The chestnut brown pews glowed in the multicolored sunlight, and the coffin laid out before Sakura was there, basking in a earthreal glow. Soft rays of light skipped about the room, lighting it up with a cheerful glow... Sakura felt herself become serene, she approached the coffin towards Yelan. Her mother. Yelan was beautiful even in death. Her mothers beautiful flowing white hair streaked with a bit of her natrual brown color was perfectly put into a fancy up do. The locks framed the peaceful dead face... Yelan was slender and tall even as she aged. She was dressed in a beautiful dark green gown of silk embroided with gold... She almost looked alive, except for the fact that the pain was gone from her face, and that the skin was a strange shade of white and the lips lacked the usual flushed red. Sakura felt herself crying silently, her body shook as each silent sob built within her. A wet crystal like drop of water fell from her eyes and fell onto her mothers high and perfect forehead. The salty tear slowly ran down the dead face and traced down the high cheekbone, as if Yelan too was crying. Sakura sighed; This was the only person who dared to accept her and love her.
A beautiful red eyed girl approached the dead corpse of her aunt. It was painful, seeing her aunt lying there, dead. Stiff.... Gone.
"Meiling."
Meiling turned slowly, meeting a pair of green eyes.
"Sakura."
Meiling spoke softly, seeing her adopted cousin, she felt a painful jolt in her heart. Of course, it would be harder on the good hearted Sakura. Sakura smiled cheerfully, yet the smile didn't reach those large doleful green eyes. "Meiling, how's everything going?" Meiling shrugged, carefully finding words to not upset her cousin. "The elders are still deciding on who I should marry, then they'll turn their heads to you next." Sakura gave a weary smile to her cousin. "Meiling I'm gald your here." Sakura said tearfully, hugging Meiling. Meiling trailed her long pale fingers through her long black tresses put into two buns with the rest of her long hair flowing down. "I'm glad you're ok, you'll be ok." Meiling stepped away from the coffin, for many of Yelans family and friends wished to pay respect for their dearly departed as well.
"Syaoran is not here?" Meiling asked curiously, turning a faint shade of pink. "No." Sakura said coldly. "Why would he?" Meiling clucked her tounge. "He's not bad Sakura." Sakura ignored Meilings comment. "Did you know? Right after Syaoran left Ma, she died? He must've said something really nasty, he's good at that." Meiling bit her lips. Meiling would never admit it outloud, but she had a huge crush on her own cousin, Syaoran. But she wouldn't let it show.
"Syaoran really doesn't mean it."
Sakura sighed. "I'll go play piano for the guests before we go up to speak about her... the obiturarys..." Sakuras lips quivered as she hurried away. Meiling looked sad. 'Syaoran isn't that bad...'
Beautiful haunting music came from the door Syaoran stood before. Syaoran never had his heart beat so fast before. He was in indesicion. Should he? Or should he not? Dressed in all black, save the white tie he wore about his throat, Syaoran somehow managed to open the door to the funeral room. The beauty of the churchs worship room astounded him. Gentle lights played in his amber hair as he found himself walking towards the coffin. He heard his elders call out for him, a suprised yell... The beautiful music which floated about the room in a hauntingly sad way adruptly faded away. He was alone, in front of his mothers coffin.
Just like last time.
Syaoran held back the painful memories as he looked down at his mother, so youthful and beautiful in death and in life. Anguish nearly overcame him. A dried streak... was it a tear? Could corpses cry? A salty dried track of a tear remained on his mothers face. Like a knife it stabbed his heart. Did she cry when he had left? He didn't mean for her to die. No. He never did.
'Mother. I never meant for it to happen this way.'
"Syaoran!"
Syaoran turned around slowly, meeting his cousins face.
"Meiling."
His cousin clapped her hands with happiness. "You came!" Syaoran nodded. "Kind of obvious isn't it?" Meiling ignored his cold saying and clamped her large slender hands about his thick and muscular wrist. "C'mon! The speeches are about to start!"
"Yelan Li was a good woman." An old man finished, his words were not passionate, but his choice of words were poetical... and it was clear that he admired the dead woman greatly as he got down. Syaoran shifted uncomfortably to his left, unable to think straight as his eyes wandered back to his mothers corpse.... Until he heard a familiar husky voice.
"Yelan Li..." The voice trmebled and paused before a long shaky breathe was heard over the mike. Syaoran rolled his eyes. 'Sakura.' Yet his eyes were drawn towards her once she started to talk, her voice was powerful with emotions, her words passionate and sincere... the quality of every gesture she made, every sincere thing she said made him want to fall to his knees and cry. He knew his mother was a wonderful person... He wasn't. The person who should be saying that should be him, up there. Not the orphan. Not the one with no family. Not the one who didn't belong. Yet, her golden quality shone brightly, making him see who he couldn't see before. But he knew fully well his mother had seen it.
"She was a wonderful mother, a wonderful teacher, a wonder person in all she had done and will ever do. She taught me how to forgive, how to be who I can be, she brought me into this world to love me. She told me I'm never alone, and hugged me when I was scared. She molded me... Once she had told me, "Look Sakura, see that stars up in the sky? Every soul is like a star, shining brightly. Once we die, we become a star Sakura, we light the path for others." Then she would hug me and smile. Every gesture she had done for me was kindly, when she got mad at me, I looked into myself and saw why. She led me through the most darkest tunnels, most troublesome pathways, and the most confusing paths..."
Syaoran didn't want to hear any more. he made himself close his ears from her words and stared at the beautiful cathedral ceiling with the angels painted in silver and gold dancing up on there. Like heaven. Clouds dotted the ceiling. Was his mother up there?
Time passed by quickly as the body was being buried. He stood stiffly near the grave as Sakura bent down reverently, placing a garaland of roses and sakura blossoms on the coffin before they covered it. Earth claimed what it had created.
A tall man with white blonde hair and blue eyes jogged towards the girl with light honey brown hair. "Ms. Li!" He huffed as she stopped and turned to him, her eyes rimmed with red, but she was still unbelivably beautiful.
"Yes?"
Her voice was just as lovely. The man coughed slightly as he slowly took out a black breif case. "I am your mothers lawyer, she had left her will with me." "With you? You look so young--." "I am 32." He said quickly, Sakura looked quite baffled. "Oh. You look 29ish." The man smiled, wanting to ask her age. "I am Liang Xhaou. Pleased to meet you...." He paused and was rewarded with a small laugh and her name. "Sakura Li." Liang smiled, his handsome face breaking into a grin. "Yelan left you something, if you want, we can talk about this over a cup of coffee." Sakura shrugged, looking a bit sad.
"Are you Lian Xhaou?"
A brusque husky voice asked curtly. Liang looked confused and came face to face with cold amber eyes. "Well yes... how may I help you?" "I'm Syaoran Li." He answered, coldly, not looking at Sakura. "Ah... Sakuras brother, my my, both of you look NOTHING alike." Sakura bit her lips and stared at the floor.
"Of course." Syaoran replied. "The will?"
Liang sighed, a bit dissapointed in not being able to talk to Sakura alone. "Yes, The will. Bring along your sister. There is much to talk about."
-At the Cafe-
He swept back a lock of messy brown hair irrataitedly as he sat next to Liang and Sakura. Liang was looking at Sakura besottedly and Sakura looked very, uncomfortable.
'Little whore.'
Syaoran thought darkly.
"Let us talk." Liang said brusquely, giving Sakura a large white teethed smile, making her blush. He took out some important papers from his briefcase and laid it out before him. "Mr. Li, I'm afraid there is some good news and bad news for you." Syaoran quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. "How so?" Liang cleared his throat, his eyes turning a wintery blue as he took out his silver reading glasses. He looked truely sophisticated.
"You inherited half of the Li estate which your mother owned, you have also gotten some of the stock which your mother has left behind in the market."
Syaoran rose a eyebrow, something was missing.
"How about my mothers company?"
"Ms Sakura gets the company, and the other half of your estate."
Syaorna knew it already, but judging from Sakuras shocked face, she had not. "M-m-m-e-e?" Sakura asked, stuttering. The lawyer nodded. Sakura stared at her hands. 'How could I run such a sophisticated company?'
"Yelan left you some private letters." Liang said as well, taking out a pink envelope and a green one. "The green one is for Syaoran, the pink on is for our lovely Sakura." Sakura nodded abd took it. "You might want to read it later. Yelan told me to tell you she would perfer that."
-Later-
Sakura slowly paced about the mansion, a new responsiblility on her shoulders.
'But why me?'
Sakura could'nt understand why the company was given to her when Syaoran seemed to be better off then her at taking care of a company. Her hands clutched the pink envelope tightly, and slowly, with sweat soaked hands, she opened it. A off white stationary slid out, smelling faintly of vanilla.
//My Dearest Sakura...\\
If this is given to you, I must be gone into the world of the dead. Do not cry for me. I am glad to have rest, and I'll see you there soon. My sweet good hearted Sakura, stay good and caring. Take care of my company, follow your heart, never your deciving mind. Be slow to anger and let it not cloud your judgement. Your smile made me happy, it brightened up my world more then anything else. Although I have many things to be grateful about... from you... I have one favor to ask. Take care of my son. You are his sister. If you can make him happy, then I'll be happy up here in heaven. Look under the sink of the blue bathroom, there is a secret nook there and there is something for you there. I love you lots.
//From... Yelan\\
Sakura smiled gently as she put away the things, a bit eagerly, she ran towards the bathroom, switching on the lights while groping blindly for the small crack where her special "something" may be. Her hands met something cold and hard. Eagerly Sakura yanked and she heard a slight crack. From the dark emerged a beautiful golden necklace in the shape of a sun. It seemed to be glowing with its own light as she held it up in awe.
"It's beautiful... mother. Thank you."
Closing her eyes tightly, Sakura hugged the golden chain to herself and smiled faintly. She got up, she had something to do.
Syaoran held the letter in his hands, his eyes looking shocked and sad, yet his bitterness did not yet dissappear. His shaking hands held a letter in his hand...
Dear Syaoran,
My son, my pride... my joy. If this is given to you, I am no longer in this world. I know there are many things you must hate me for, though I could not understand all your bitter thoughts and words, I could see why. You were hurt. It was fathers death wasn't it? Your insecurities were worstened when I brought in little Sakura. I love her too Syaoran. But I love you. I loved you ever since you were born and put into my hands. Your eyes, so much like mine twinkled back at me when you yawned and stretched out, you were the most beautiful and wonderful thing in my life. If you didn't know how much I cared, I could understand. There was something between you and me, and I never got across it I guess. Syaoran, please, take care of the clan and every body there who trusts you. Come home. You are the rising sun as I set and turn dark. You are my hope and my pride. Always remeber that I love you. Even when you yelled at me, your eyes glinting with that strange chaotic anger, I forgived and loved you. As I am writing this I feel my limbs become weak, death is very near. I am not to be taken yet till I get to see you. I hope I get to see you after this letter, maybe things will change? I dreamed day and night that you would return from Japan. Sometimes I would decieve myself and hear you talking in a room, but it is only the wind. Syaoran, when I'm gone, listen to the silence and I'll talk to you. I'm sure you have much to do, but take some time. I love you. Promise me one thing. Take care of Sakura for me. From many things I could ask you, I ask you this. She will teach you more then you think she could. She isn't that bad. She knows you're not that bad either. I am weary, I shall close this letter and hope for you coming soon.
-Love-
Yelan Li
Syaoran felt tears well up in his eyes as he carefully folded away the paper. His mother had loved her. He was a fool. He struggled to keep his tears in, knowing fully well that tears were a sign of weakness. 'No, I won't cry.' Syaoran said with determination. He blinked a few times and was suprised to hear his door bell ring. Who would be here in his summer home? Nobody knew he was here yet, except for Meiling and... He sighed. The last thing he needed was his possessive cousin glomping and hindering him. He slid the paper underneath a cushion on his sofa and walked to the door, opening to find someone he least expected.
"Sakura..."
Syaoran stared, flabberghasted. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice had a hard edge as he moved to close his door. She stuck a tiny foot in the gap before it closed and gave him a weak smile.
"I came to talk to you."
Syaoran smiled rather coldly. "I don't want to talk to you." Sakura muffled a groan of fusteration, this man was fusterating. "As my brother, you should try to listen to me, act like my brother for once." Sakura said rather brashly, making Syaoran wince as Sakura kicked open the door. He was suprised, she had a good kick.
"Get out." Syaoran growled, but she ignored him, skipping into his summer home.
"Wow." She breathed. "Its large and spacious and handsome!" She spun around a few times and stopped, frowning, ignoring Syaoran look of dissapproval.
"But it looks... it looks so..." She snapped a finger. "Empty and dark."
Syaoran turned a dull red as he looked around, suddenly concious of his few sparse but expensive furniture and dark tones. He didn't like overly lighted places. "Get out." He said gruffly, he wanted to seize her and demand her to leave and ask WHY she was loved more then him.
"I wanted to talk." Sakura said, she turned around swiftly and met him, he was suprised, she was pretty tall, her head reached his nose slightly, and he smelled a light crisp scent of grapefruits and strawberries wafting from her. "I don't." Syaoran said brusquely as he grabbed her arm firmly and ushered her to the door.
She shook him off angrily. "Why are you so angry and selfish?!" She demanded, her voice rising. Syaoran felt rage boil within him like a hot furnace. "Why are you so nosey and goody two shoes? Pleasing everyone?" Syaoran snapped back. Sakura glared at him, making his draw back, she never glared at anyone before.
"Mother loved you. You killed her with your cruel words that didn't really mean what they did in your heart."
Syaoran scoffed. "Mother loved ME? A selfish little boy with no father?" His voice became darsh and bitter as he continued. "Of course she loved you, you were a girl with a smile always on your face, you would'nt know how I feel because I--." Syaoran stopped, his face pale but his eyes large and angry.
"GET OUT!" He roared, Sakura stood her ground.
"NO!" She yelld back, her eyes stubborn and her feet fixed firmly on the ground beneath her.
Syaoran really never hit a girl before.
**WHACK**
Sakura fell to the floor, holding her face in shock. Syaoran stood before her, breathing heavily.
"Get out." He said softly... dangerously, his eyes glittered with a temper that would make the most bravest men cower.
Sakura slowly got up, something gold glimmered around her throat and hung from her throat, and slid down her shirt, hitting the ground with a soft thump, but Sakura didn't hear it, she was too shocked as she stared up at Syaoran, tears streaked her face.
"Is this what you did to mom?" She asked quietly, her voice quivering. "Mother said you were a good person, but I don't belive her. Why would a good person do this to someone? Especially to someone who loved you? Like ma?" Sakura slowly wwalked backwards, tears falling. "You are so lucky and you don't know." She said, her voice lowering and turning deep with emotion.
"At least you still have a real family, I don't, my only family died. My mother and father abandoned me, I don't have anyone to talk to anymore. The only one who loved me died. What do you do? Sit here and bawl over praticually nothing, I might've gotten the company, if that's what your angry of, but I don't have what I really want. She's dead Li!" Sakura used Syaorans last name, shouting it out into the dark large house. It echoed. "Its a last name that doesn't belong to me." Sakura whispered, she whirled around, tears running down her face as she ran out the door, into the streets.
Syaoran was shaking as he sat down. Her words struck her hard.
...At least you still have a real family, I don't, my only family died...
Syaoran felt old memeories rise and fall inside him, twisting, burning him with guilt and resentment. All the resentments he had against Sakura made sense now... Shame burned within him slowly as he realized she had a right to want and to have these things, as for him, he lost his right the moment he had yelled and killed his mother. He sat heavily on the floor, his hands covering his face.
'Father why did you leave me? Why did you confuse me and embitter me so much that I've hurt people that don't deserve to be hurt? Father, if only you were here again... Mother, forgive me...'
Syaoran let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed as he pictured his fathers darkly handsome face and his mothers beautiful face... and a face which flashed with hurt... a sparkle of green.
'Sakura.'
He opened his eyes. She didn't deserve it... but it had been done. Sakura had everything he didn't, and he envyed her. She may not have a family, but she had a heart.
To be Continued....
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Author: Peonyqt1004
Chapter 2: Talking with You
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CCS.
A/N: I was sick for a long time with a virus... a flu virus that is. So I could'nt write for a long time, I'm a bit sick now too, so excuse my poor writing and sorry for not updating in such a long while. ^^ Thanks for the reviews thou!
-Peony
---Talking to You--
Rain drummed against the pane of his glass window. Amber eyes stared out into the dark night sky. He had just recieved a call that his mother has died, right after he had left in a fit of anger. He was confused. Why was he acting this way? Feelings strange and new twisted and writhered inside of him as he stared out his car window. He couldn't understand the painful gnawing guilt in the back of his mind, and couldn't explain the faint groan of pain from the deep dark crevice of his heart. The rain pittered hard against his window, making the street lights make little webworks of orange light across his water covered window. Like crystals they shone, and they made dark dots of shadows about his face, like a shadow of a tear. But no tears came. The amber eyes closed, a painful sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back into his seat, into the world of escape.
Sakura was trembling, her eyes wide and her face thin and pale. Her usual spunky attitude seemed a bit forced today as she walked about in a white gown, the gown of mourning. The funeral was being held. Sakura could'nt belive it. A life snuffed out, just like that. The life of the woman she loved the most. Her mother. Sakura slowly made her way towards the large church worship area. The large cathedral ceiling and the stained glass windows shining brightly with the suns rays from outside made the church unholy with a strange, almost playful tranquillity. Sakura felt herself lost in the beautiful of the church. The fragrance of roses wafted in about the room, premeating it with a delightfully fresh and crisp aroma, yet a solem and beautifully dignified air was acheived. The chestnut brown pews glowed in the multicolored sunlight, and the coffin laid out before Sakura was there, basking in a earthreal glow. Soft rays of light skipped about the room, lighting it up with a cheerful glow... Sakura felt herself become serene, she approached the coffin towards Yelan. Her mother. Yelan was beautiful even in death. Her mothers beautiful flowing white hair streaked with a bit of her natrual brown color was perfectly put into a fancy up do. The locks framed the peaceful dead face... Yelan was slender and tall even as she aged. She was dressed in a beautiful dark green gown of silk embroided with gold... She almost looked alive, except for the fact that the pain was gone from her face, and that the skin was a strange shade of white and the lips lacked the usual flushed red. Sakura felt herself crying silently, her body shook as each silent sob built within her. A wet crystal like drop of water fell from her eyes and fell onto her mothers high and perfect forehead. The salty tear slowly ran down the dead face and traced down the high cheekbone, as if Yelan too was crying. Sakura sighed; This was the only person who dared to accept her and love her.
A beautiful red eyed girl approached the dead corpse of her aunt. It was painful, seeing her aunt lying there, dead. Stiff.... Gone.
"Meiling."
Meiling turned slowly, meeting a pair of green eyes.
"Sakura."
Meiling spoke softly, seeing her adopted cousin, she felt a painful jolt in her heart. Of course, it would be harder on the good hearted Sakura. Sakura smiled cheerfully, yet the smile didn't reach those large doleful green eyes. "Meiling, how's everything going?" Meiling shrugged, carefully finding words to not upset her cousin. "The elders are still deciding on who I should marry, then they'll turn their heads to you next." Sakura gave a weary smile to her cousin. "Meiling I'm gald your here." Sakura said tearfully, hugging Meiling. Meiling trailed her long pale fingers through her long black tresses put into two buns with the rest of her long hair flowing down. "I'm glad you're ok, you'll be ok." Meiling stepped away from the coffin, for many of Yelans family and friends wished to pay respect for their dearly departed as well.
"Syaoran is not here?" Meiling asked curiously, turning a faint shade of pink. "No." Sakura said coldly. "Why would he?" Meiling clucked her tounge. "He's not bad Sakura." Sakura ignored Meilings comment. "Did you know? Right after Syaoran left Ma, she died? He must've said something really nasty, he's good at that." Meiling bit her lips. Meiling would never admit it outloud, but she had a huge crush on her own cousin, Syaoran. But she wouldn't let it show.
"Syaoran really doesn't mean it."
Sakura sighed. "I'll go play piano for the guests before we go up to speak about her... the obiturarys..." Sakuras lips quivered as she hurried away. Meiling looked sad. 'Syaoran isn't that bad...'
Beautiful haunting music came from the door Syaoran stood before. Syaoran never had his heart beat so fast before. He was in indesicion. Should he? Or should he not? Dressed in all black, save the white tie he wore about his throat, Syaoran somehow managed to open the door to the funeral room. The beauty of the churchs worship room astounded him. Gentle lights played in his amber hair as he found himself walking towards the coffin. He heard his elders call out for him, a suprised yell... The beautiful music which floated about the room in a hauntingly sad way adruptly faded away. He was alone, in front of his mothers coffin.
Just like last time.
Syaoran held back the painful memories as he looked down at his mother, so youthful and beautiful in death and in life. Anguish nearly overcame him. A dried streak... was it a tear? Could corpses cry? A salty dried track of a tear remained on his mothers face. Like a knife it stabbed his heart. Did she cry when he had left? He didn't mean for her to die. No. He never did.
'Mother. I never meant for it to happen this way.'
"Syaoran!"
Syaoran turned around slowly, meeting his cousins face.
"Meiling."
His cousin clapped her hands with happiness. "You came!" Syaoran nodded. "Kind of obvious isn't it?" Meiling ignored his cold saying and clamped her large slender hands about his thick and muscular wrist. "C'mon! The speeches are about to start!"
"Yelan Li was a good woman." An old man finished, his words were not passionate, but his choice of words were poetical... and it was clear that he admired the dead woman greatly as he got down. Syaoran shifted uncomfortably to his left, unable to think straight as his eyes wandered back to his mothers corpse.... Until he heard a familiar husky voice.
"Yelan Li..." The voice trmebled and paused before a long shaky breathe was heard over the mike. Syaoran rolled his eyes. 'Sakura.' Yet his eyes were drawn towards her once she started to talk, her voice was powerful with emotions, her words passionate and sincere... the quality of every gesture she made, every sincere thing she said made him want to fall to his knees and cry. He knew his mother was a wonderful person... He wasn't. The person who should be saying that should be him, up there. Not the orphan. Not the one with no family. Not the one who didn't belong. Yet, her golden quality shone brightly, making him see who he couldn't see before. But he knew fully well his mother had seen it.
"She was a wonderful mother, a wonderful teacher, a wonder person in all she had done and will ever do. She taught me how to forgive, how to be who I can be, she brought me into this world to love me. She told me I'm never alone, and hugged me when I was scared. She molded me... Once she had told me, "Look Sakura, see that stars up in the sky? Every soul is like a star, shining brightly. Once we die, we become a star Sakura, we light the path for others." Then she would hug me and smile. Every gesture she had done for me was kindly, when she got mad at me, I looked into myself and saw why. She led me through the most darkest tunnels, most troublesome pathways, and the most confusing paths..."
Syaoran didn't want to hear any more. he made himself close his ears from her words and stared at the beautiful cathedral ceiling with the angels painted in silver and gold dancing up on there. Like heaven. Clouds dotted the ceiling. Was his mother up there?
Time passed by quickly as the body was being buried. He stood stiffly near the grave as Sakura bent down reverently, placing a garaland of roses and sakura blossoms on the coffin before they covered it. Earth claimed what it had created.
A tall man with white blonde hair and blue eyes jogged towards the girl with light honey brown hair. "Ms. Li!" He huffed as she stopped and turned to him, her eyes rimmed with red, but she was still unbelivably beautiful.
"Yes?"
Her voice was just as lovely. The man coughed slightly as he slowly took out a black breif case. "I am your mothers lawyer, she had left her will with me." "With you? You look so young--." "I am 32." He said quickly, Sakura looked quite baffled. "Oh. You look 29ish." The man smiled, wanting to ask her age. "I am Liang Xhaou. Pleased to meet you...." He paused and was rewarded with a small laugh and her name. "Sakura Li." Liang smiled, his handsome face breaking into a grin. "Yelan left you something, if you want, we can talk about this over a cup of coffee." Sakura shrugged, looking a bit sad.
"Are you Lian Xhaou?"
A brusque husky voice asked curtly. Liang looked confused and came face to face with cold amber eyes. "Well yes... how may I help you?" "I'm Syaoran Li." He answered, coldly, not looking at Sakura. "Ah... Sakuras brother, my my, both of you look NOTHING alike." Sakura bit her lips and stared at the floor.
"Of course." Syaoran replied. "The will?"
Liang sighed, a bit dissapointed in not being able to talk to Sakura alone. "Yes, The will. Bring along your sister. There is much to talk about."
-At the Cafe-
He swept back a lock of messy brown hair irrataitedly as he sat next to Liang and Sakura. Liang was looking at Sakura besottedly and Sakura looked very, uncomfortable.
'Little whore.'
Syaoran thought darkly.
"Let us talk." Liang said brusquely, giving Sakura a large white teethed smile, making her blush. He took out some important papers from his briefcase and laid it out before him. "Mr. Li, I'm afraid there is some good news and bad news for you." Syaoran quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. "How so?" Liang cleared his throat, his eyes turning a wintery blue as he took out his silver reading glasses. He looked truely sophisticated.
"You inherited half of the Li estate which your mother owned, you have also gotten some of the stock which your mother has left behind in the market."
Syaoran rose a eyebrow, something was missing.
"How about my mothers company?"
"Ms Sakura gets the company, and the other half of your estate."
Syaorna knew it already, but judging from Sakuras shocked face, she had not. "M-m-m-e-e?" Sakura asked, stuttering. The lawyer nodded. Sakura stared at her hands. 'How could I run such a sophisticated company?'
"Yelan left you some private letters." Liang said as well, taking out a pink envelope and a green one. "The green one is for Syaoran, the pink on is for our lovely Sakura." Sakura nodded abd took it. "You might want to read it later. Yelan told me to tell you she would perfer that."
-Later-
Sakura slowly paced about the mansion, a new responsiblility on her shoulders.
'But why me?'
Sakura could'nt understand why the company was given to her when Syaoran seemed to be better off then her at taking care of a company. Her hands clutched the pink envelope tightly, and slowly, with sweat soaked hands, she opened it. A off white stationary slid out, smelling faintly of vanilla.
//My Dearest Sakura...\\
If this is given to you, I must be gone into the world of the dead. Do not cry for me. I am glad to have rest, and I'll see you there soon. My sweet good hearted Sakura, stay good and caring. Take care of my company, follow your heart, never your deciving mind. Be slow to anger and let it not cloud your judgement. Your smile made me happy, it brightened up my world more then anything else. Although I have many things to be grateful about... from you... I have one favor to ask. Take care of my son. You are his sister. If you can make him happy, then I'll be happy up here in heaven. Look under the sink of the blue bathroom, there is a secret nook there and there is something for you there. I love you lots.
//From... Yelan\\
Sakura smiled gently as she put away the things, a bit eagerly, she ran towards the bathroom, switching on the lights while groping blindly for the small crack where her special "something" may be. Her hands met something cold and hard. Eagerly Sakura yanked and she heard a slight crack. From the dark emerged a beautiful golden necklace in the shape of a sun. It seemed to be glowing with its own light as she held it up in awe.
"It's beautiful... mother. Thank you."
Closing her eyes tightly, Sakura hugged the golden chain to herself and smiled faintly. She got up, she had something to do.
Syaoran held the letter in his hands, his eyes looking shocked and sad, yet his bitterness did not yet dissappear. His shaking hands held a letter in his hand...
Dear Syaoran,
My son, my pride... my joy. If this is given to you, I am no longer in this world. I know there are many things you must hate me for, though I could not understand all your bitter thoughts and words, I could see why. You were hurt. It was fathers death wasn't it? Your insecurities were worstened when I brought in little Sakura. I love her too Syaoran. But I love you. I loved you ever since you were born and put into my hands. Your eyes, so much like mine twinkled back at me when you yawned and stretched out, you were the most beautiful and wonderful thing in my life. If you didn't know how much I cared, I could understand. There was something between you and me, and I never got across it I guess. Syaoran, please, take care of the clan and every body there who trusts you. Come home. You are the rising sun as I set and turn dark. You are my hope and my pride. Always remeber that I love you. Even when you yelled at me, your eyes glinting with that strange chaotic anger, I forgived and loved you. As I am writing this I feel my limbs become weak, death is very near. I am not to be taken yet till I get to see you. I hope I get to see you after this letter, maybe things will change? I dreamed day and night that you would return from Japan. Sometimes I would decieve myself and hear you talking in a room, but it is only the wind. Syaoran, when I'm gone, listen to the silence and I'll talk to you. I'm sure you have much to do, but take some time. I love you. Promise me one thing. Take care of Sakura for me. From many things I could ask you, I ask you this. She will teach you more then you think she could. She isn't that bad. She knows you're not that bad either. I am weary, I shall close this letter and hope for you coming soon.
-Love-
Yelan Li
Syaoran felt tears well up in his eyes as he carefully folded away the paper. His mother had loved her. He was a fool. He struggled to keep his tears in, knowing fully well that tears were a sign of weakness. 'No, I won't cry.' Syaoran said with determination. He blinked a few times and was suprised to hear his door bell ring. Who would be here in his summer home? Nobody knew he was here yet, except for Meiling and... He sighed. The last thing he needed was his possessive cousin glomping and hindering him. He slid the paper underneath a cushion on his sofa and walked to the door, opening to find someone he least expected.
"Sakura..."
Syaoran stared, flabberghasted. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice had a hard edge as he moved to close his door. She stuck a tiny foot in the gap before it closed and gave him a weak smile.
"I came to talk to you."
Syaoran smiled rather coldly. "I don't want to talk to you." Sakura muffled a groan of fusteration, this man was fusterating. "As my brother, you should try to listen to me, act like my brother for once." Sakura said rather brashly, making Syaoran wince as Sakura kicked open the door. He was suprised, she had a good kick.
"Get out." Syaoran growled, but she ignored him, skipping into his summer home.
"Wow." She breathed. "Its large and spacious and handsome!" She spun around a few times and stopped, frowning, ignoring Syaoran look of dissapproval.
"But it looks... it looks so..." She snapped a finger. "Empty and dark."
Syaoran turned a dull red as he looked around, suddenly concious of his few sparse but expensive furniture and dark tones. He didn't like overly lighted places. "Get out." He said gruffly, he wanted to seize her and demand her to leave and ask WHY she was loved more then him.
"I wanted to talk." Sakura said, she turned around swiftly and met him, he was suprised, she was pretty tall, her head reached his nose slightly, and he smelled a light crisp scent of grapefruits and strawberries wafting from her. "I don't." Syaoran said brusquely as he grabbed her arm firmly and ushered her to the door.
She shook him off angrily. "Why are you so angry and selfish?!" She demanded, her voice rising. Syaoran felt rage boil within him like a hot furnace. "Why are you so nosey and goody two shoes? Pleasing everyone?" Syaoran snapped back. Sakura glared at him, making his draw back, she never glared at anyone before.
"Mother loved you. You killed her with your cruel words that didn't really mean what they did in your heart."
Syaoran scoffed. "Mother loved ME? A selfish little boy with no father?" His voice became darsh and bitter as he continued. "Of course she loved you, you were a girl with a smile always on your face, you would'nt know how I feel because I--." Syaoran stopped, his face pale but his eyes large and angry.
"GET OUT!" He roared, Sakura stood her ground.
"NO!" She yelld back, her eyes stubborn and her feet fixed firmly on the ground beneath her.
Syaoran really never hit a girl before.
**WHACK**
Sakura fell to the floor, holding her face in shock. Syaoran stood before her, breathing heavily.
"Get out." He said softly... dangerously, his eyes glittered with a temper that would make the most bravest men cower.
Sakura slowly got up, something gold glimmered around her throat and hung from her throat, and slid down her shirt, hitting the ground with a soft thump, but Sakura didn't hear it, she was too shocked as she stared up at Syaoran, tears streaked her face.
"Is this what you did to mom?" She asked quietly, her voice quivering. "Mother said you were a good person, but I don't belive her. Why would a good person do this to someone? Especially to someone who loved you? Like ma?" Sakura slowly wwalked backwards, tears falling. "You are so lucky and you don't know." She said, her voice lowering and turning deep with emotion.
"At least you still have a real family, I don't, my only family died. My mother and father abandoned me, I don't have anyone to talk to anymore. The only one who loved me died. What do you do? Sit here and bawl over praticually nothing, I might've gotten the company, if that's what your angry of, but I don't have what I really want. She's dead Li!" Sakura used Syaorans last name, shouting it out into the dark large house. It echoed. "Its a last name that doesn't belong to me." Sakura whispered, she whirled around, tears running down her face as she ran out the door, into the streets.
Syaoran was shaking as he sat down. Her words struck her hard.
...At least you still have a real family, I don't, my only family died...
Syaoran felt old memeories rise and fall inside him, twisting, burning him with guilt and resentment. All the resentments he had against Sakura made sense now... Shame burned within him slowly as he realized she had a right to want and to have these things, as for him, he lost his right the moment he had yelled and killed his mother. He sat heavily on the floor, his hands covering his face.
'Father why did you leave me? Why did you confuse me and embitter me so much that I've hurt people that don't deserve to be hurt? Father, if only you were here again... Mother, forgive me...'
Syaoran let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed as he pictured his fathers darkly handsome face and his mothers beautiful face... and a face which flashed with hurt... a sparkle of green.
'Sakura.'
He opened his eyes. She didn't deserve it... but it had been done. Sakura had everything he didn't, and he envyed her. She may not have a family, but she had a heart.
To be Continued....
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