Title: This is Not Enough
Author: Peonyqt1004
Chapter Title: "Realizations... a Start of Something more"
Dislcaimer: I do not own CCS.
A/N: Hewwo everyone. Here's a new chapter. This is great. ^_^ I'm getting lottsa reviews for this story and it makes me wanna write more. It's a good thing! Um... I know some mistakes are in this one, someone offered to be my editor, I will think about it... I'll sned you an email about it... I didn't forget or not read ur review... Oki dok! ^_^ I'd like to thank everyone for their support and their reviews. Taking about 5 minutes to write me a review makes my day a whole lot better. ^_^ Thanks everyone who wished me a happy birthday! Hehehe. ^_^ Made me feel special. LOL.
"Realizations... a Start of Something More"
"W-w-w-hat?" A shrill high pitched voice asked in shock.
Syaoran suddenly seemed flustered, and his face tinted into a dark shade of red, but he looked up at her squarely and sighed.
"I'd like it... if you'd talk to me."
Sakura blinked and frowned, sudden anger rose within her.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Sakura asked shrilly, the events which had happened to her suddenly crashing down on her. Confused, she glared at Syaoran. "You think you can just grab me and talk to me whenever you want? You think I'll talk to you after dragging me away from the second boss of Nadeshiko Plan and embarassing me like that?!" Sakura stopped and catched her breathe, gasping a bit as she faced Syaoran. Syaoran's amber eyes flickered with a strange intense dark flame... and hardened.
"Fine. I don't need to talk."
Syaoran turned quickly and proceeded to walk away briskly, humiliated and angry.
"Wait!"
A hand grasped his arm.
He shrugged her hand off roughly and looked straight ahead, his eyes dark and stormy.
"I said wait! Syaoran!"
Sakura ran in front of Syaoran and stopped him by grabbing his arm firmly with both hands.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get mad at you. Let's talk."
"I don't need to talk with snotty people like you." Syaoran retorted. Sakura's green eyes looked determined.
"Syaoran..."
She suprised him.
Her small and slender arms snaked about his waist and her head rested against his chest... Her hair spilling out against him in waves.
The sudden contact made Syaoran stop and blanche.
"Syaoran... you're having a hard time. You never asked me for help before. I want to talk to you."
Syaoran frowned and tried to push her away, but once his hands made contact with her shoulders... he felt himself weakening and found himself embracing her back, a bit stiffly.
"I'm sorry." Sakura said, her voice muffeled. She pulled away first, smiling. "That was the first time you actually hugged me. Oniichan. Want to go talk at my place?"
Syaoran was a bit stunned, his mind reeling. yet he yearned to feel that strange feeling again. The sweet and bitter taste... taste of something he couldn't put his finger upon. His mind sceamed at him to refuse, but he found himself stuttering a vauge...
"O..ok."
---With Yukito---
Yukito frowned. That girl. Sakura Li. Her name sounded much like his best friend also known as his half brothers sister. Sakura Kintomoto. Every detail fitted the description that Tory had given to him. Yukito twirled a ballpoint pen around his slender fingers and reached for his drawer and withdrew a picture. A picture Tory had given him to find his sister.
A small dark haired boy with a even smaller girl stood near a large mansion, the wind ruffling their hair.
The girl had large green eyes and light adburn hair.
Just like Sakura Li.
The only diffrence was that Li had long hair and the girl in the picture had shortly cropped hair. But... the sparkel in her eyes. It was the same. It had to be Sakura Kinomoto. He took out a magazine called "Fashion Pro" out from his drawer... Sakura was on the cover, making headlines as she became the new owner of the Li Fashion company. He carefully cut the picture out and lay them next to each other. Impossible. Yet they were the same.
The young child like face with the bright naive smile.
The only diffrence was the strange grave sadness in the older Sakura's eyes.
'This has to be her.' Yukito thought with excietment. He took the pictures and lay them on his desk and rang up his cell phone quickly.
It seemed like forever till a familiar dark husky voice answered.
"Tory! I found your sister! Sakura!"
--- Sakura and Syaoran...---
Sakura watched Syaoran closely. His face was well gaurded and a cold expression was on his face. Trying to be cheerful she grinned.
"Oniichan, the elders assigned you a wife right?"
Syaoran suddenly looked gloomy. "Uh hmm." He answered dully, absent mindedly stirring his coffe as he sat on Sakura's velvet couch.
Sakura bit her lower lips, not knowing what else to say. So she looked to her left and stared at the larg portrait of a lovely woman with a prince holding her hand. Sakura had brought it our of a rather fanciful whim. Smiling faintly, she turned and caught Syaorans eye. He had been staring at her strangely. Sakura cocked her head and he looked away quickly, his teeth clenched strangely. He spoke.
"Sakura. How did it feel... Knowing your parents abandoned you?"
Sakura blinked quickly and her eyes became distant.
"I felt... empty." Sakura said slowly, not wanting to dwell on it. "Most of all, I felt abandoned."
Syaoran nodded, his eyes staring at the coffe before him.
"I thought they hated me. But then. I think I'd rather imagine who my parents are." Sakura said happily. "I know Yelan was a wonderful mother. But I imagine my mother and father to be wonderful people. My mother a beautiful young woman with dark curling ebony hair... my father a handsome man with my color hair." Sakura had a dreamy smile. "My father would wear glasses when he's reading... he would be wise and handsome. He would care for me and my mother alot. My mother would sing me a lullaby at night... and I would imagine I had an older brother to call oniichan. With dark black hair. He would protect me and we'd have fun together." Her eyes were dreamy and far off. Syaoran felt a pang of guilt. He was far from the older brother she had wanted. He also felt a little bad. She didn't know her parents. He, at least, got the pleasure, or displeasure, of knowing them.
Sakura snapped back to reality and smiled at Syaoran. "What about you? Did you ever feel as if your parents abandoned you?"
Syaoran felt a bit uncomfortable, but Sakura's large green eyes were compelling, and he wanted to tell her. It was a struggle at first, till it just bursted after a few stillborn sentences.
"Yes. My mother didn't care for a son. My father left me here alone in this world with a mother who didn't want me. My elders only want me to be here to keep the blood line of the Li's going and keeping family honor and tradition. I was taught never to show feeling, they pounded any human feelings I had left out of me."
He closed his eyes, his chest tight as he finished what he had been holding back for a while now.
A gentle hand held his hand.
"Syaoran... Your mother cared about you. Your father died because death is inevitable... and your elders... they never knew how you felt about this situation."
Tear threatened to fall from Syaoran's eyes as his past remeberance came from his mind.
When he had cried for his father a month later, claming to have seen him... the elders had beat him and forced him to say that his father was not there... and to keep him from crying.
'Crying is a weakness... a crack in a strong foundation.'
A tear fell...
Then another.
An alien sob rose in his throat.
A comforting hand touched his cheek... and two glimmering understanding green eyes looked back at him...
He collapsed in Sakura's arms, unable to keep his composure. He wept. The tremendous amounts of pain, sorrow, and anger coming out in torrents... at long last.
Tears swept him clean, and Sakura held him.
--At Yukito's condo--
A tall beautiful aging woman with silverish blonde hair and large blue eyes with a sharp and a rather coy look to them briskly walked to her sons room. She had flown here to check up on her son. The door was open and she was rather tired. She wandered about the large condo. She sighed and flicked her hair away from her face and sat on her sons office desk and looked about, satisfied with her sons living quarters.
'He is living well. That's good.'
The woman winced as something sharp and thin dug into her thin dress, she slid down at plucked at the object and found two photos. There was a cut out picture of a beeautiful woman with large green eyes and brown hair.
She sniffed haughtily. 'He never told me he was besotten in a girl... but this girl... she looks familiar somehow...' She quizzically stared at the picture with cold calculating eyes before she looked at the other picture. Her heart thudded to a near stop and she gasped as the picture fluttered to the floor.
It was that blasted girl she had gotten rid of.
Sakura Kinomoto.
The daughter of the wealthy Kintomoto's... the only daughter... born by his first wife... Nadeshiko.
Her hands started to shake as she suddenl knew why the girl on the picture looked familiar.
It was Sakura Kinomoto.
All was ruined if she was to be found.
Everything.
She gasped and tried to keep her heart steady. She was so sure she had killed Sakura. She had grabbed the child in the middle of the night and beat her till she was half concious and threw her on the side of the streets... it was that fateful day. It was raining... and...
Pearl closed her eyes as she remebered those green eyes.
'Just like Nadeshiko's.' She thought venomously.
Venom rose in her mouth as she stared at the pictures with hate. That childish smile... that innocent look. She hated it. She hated Nadeshiko's daughter. She hated Nadeshiko's son. She had murdered Sakura's father to gain property of his land. She had tried to kill Sakura to make room for her son's inheretence... she kept Tory to prove herself innocent. But if Sakura returned... and she regained her memory. All would be lost. With quick thinking she knew her son would go find Tory... and locate Sakura. She had to keep Tory's mouth shut. It was time to use her secret weapon.
--Tory--
Tory couldn't belive what Yukito had told him. His steps were quick and even, and he tried to supress that hopeful lurch in his heart as the plane he was riding in lurched upwards... towards China. Towards Tokoyo. Where, hopefully, his green eyes sister would meet him.
'Mother. I am one step closer in finding my sister... your daughter... my only real family.'
--Tomoyo's place...--
The artfully designed room decorated with tasteful light lavender drapes and a variety of purple flowers was lightly scented with a light sugary plum smell. Smiling, Tomoyo looked at her job application. Sakura had promoted her to be one of her fashion designers, and Sakura... Oh, Sakura, her new best friend, had made it so she would enter the designing contest next year. Sighing happily, Tomoyo placed her papers on the desk and sat down on her dark black leather couch and pulled up the morning paper.
'Nothing interesting...'
Tomoyo flipped through the pages and sighed. She threw the papers down, she was so impatient for her job to start. She really wanted to chat with Sakura. Tomoyo got up and sprang towards her drawers, which consisted of elegant and sophisticated wear... and a few sweats and baggy t-shirts. She slipped on a french styled blouse and black pants, she wanted to ask Sakura to be her model while she designed a dress she had in mind for quite a while now. The door bell rung. Tomoyo smacked her forehead. Of course! Eriol said he would visit! Hurrying, she almost tripped as she yanked open her door.
Eriol, dressed neatly in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, walked in. He looked rather peturbed, and his black shirt was wrinkled.
"Eriol?" Tomoyo asked. "You can sit down... while I go get something to eat..."
"It's ok... Sit down Tomoyo."
Tomoyo quickly sat down and smiled at her handsome boyfriend. But something was bothering him.
"Is it your artwork? Did no buyers bid for it?"
Eriol sighed and shook his head. "No, it's not that." "Then what is it?" Tomoyo asked, she took out a large silver platter and uncovered it, revealing a pile of minty pastel candies. Eriol looked appreciative as he took a handful and gulped it down.
"I think we have to cancel our wedding day and set it back till next coming spring."
Tomoyo looked shocked.
"Again?!"
Her voice rose shrilly as she glared at her boyfriend. He brushed his hair back with the back of his hand.
"I can't help it. A few traveling artists want me to go travel with them for a while. They are really good... and... I won't let up this oppertunity now, this is a great chance for me to study other peoples art and become greater--."
"But this is our third time! Eriol, you did this last time with diffrent reasons!"
"I said I was sorry Tomoyo..."
Tomoyo felt prickiling tears come from her eyes.
"Why are you delaying it? Do you not love me?"
Eriol frowned. "But this is for me. Tomoyo, I'd thought you'd understand."
Tomoyo shook her head violently. "No. I don't Eriol. Fine. I don't want a husband or a fiancee whom I never get to see... whom I'll never get to raise a family with! I'd rather die then give my children that sort of life. You never thought about me did you Eriol? I was too giving."
"I'm asking you to give again..."
"No. Eriol. It's over. Get out. Let us break our engagement. I'm sick and tired of you leaving and cancelling things." Tears ran down Tomoyos face. "I've been abandoned one too many times now."
She pushed a protesting Eriol out the door and slammed it shut, locking it. She ignored his yelling from the other side and turned on her TV real loud. He had left her once or twice before. This time. She wasn't going to let him just push her around and hurt her like this again. Then something caught her eye... On the newspaper... which she had thrown aside a few minutes before had a picture on it which compared her to stare.
It was an ad about a missing child.
A child... who looked very much like someone she knew.
She couldn't place her finger on it.
A small girl with windblown hair, smiling at the audience brightly... her hair was shortly cropped... her face small.. child like... naive... pure.
-=Missing for a long time. Should be around twenty's now... Name: Sakura Kinomoto... Hair color: Brown... Eye color: Green... Blood Typer: A... Reward: $100,000=-
'Wait a second... Sakura...' Tomoyo's eyes widened... and then she shook her head. 'No, Sakura belongs to the Li family. It's impossible. It's just a coincedence that they look slightly the same...'
To Be Continued...
=Some Information to Know:
Eriol: He is an Artist for a living.
Tomoyo: She worked as a secretary, now she is a designer.
Syaoran: He works in a diffrent company from his own, he is the boss.
Sakura: The Boss of the Li company.
Yukito: Second to only Tory, he helps runs the Nadeshiko Plan Company.
Tory: He is the legal heir to Nadeshiko Plan Company.
Pearl: She is the ambitious step mother to Tory, she does nothing but leech off of her sons money.
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Author: Peonyqt1004
Chapter Title: "Realizations... a Start of Something more"
Dislcaimer: I do not own CCS.
A/N: Hewwo everyone. Here's a new chapter. This is great. ^_^ I'm getting lottsa reviews for this story and it makes me wanna write more. It's a good thing! Um... I know some mistakes are in this one, someone offered to be my editor, I will think about it... I'll sned you an email about it... I didn't forget or not read ur review... Oki dok! ^_^ I'd like to thank everyone for their support and their reviews. Taking about 5 minutes to write me a review makes my day a whole lot better. ^_^ Thanks everyone who wished me a happy birthday! Hehehe. ^_^ Made me feel special. LOL.
"Realizations... a Start of Something More"
"W-w-w-hat?" A shrill high pitched voice asked in shock.
Syaoran suddenly seemed flustered, and his face tinted into a dark shade of red, but he looked up at her squarely and sighed.
"I'd like it... if you'd talk to me."
Sakura blinked and frowned, sudden anger rose within her.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Sakura asked shrilly, the events which had happened to her suddenly crashing down on her. Confused, she glared at Syaoran. "You think you can just grab me and talk to me whenever you want? You think I'll talk to you after dragging me away from the second boss of Nadeshiko Plan and embarassing me like that?!" Sakura stopped and catched her breathe, gasping a bit as she faced Syaoran. Syaoran's amber eyes flickered with a strange intense dark flame... and hardened.
"Fine. I don't need to talk."
Syaoran turned quickly and proceeded to walk away briskly, humiliated and angry.
"Wait!"
A hand grasped his arm.
He shrugged her hand off roughly and looked straight ahead, his eyes dark and stormy.
"I said wait! Syaoran!"
Sakura ran in front of Syaoran and stopped him by grabbing his arm firmly with both hands.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get mad at you. Let's talk."
"I don't need to talk with snotty people like you." Syaoran retorted. Sakura's green eyes looked determined.
"Syaoran..."
She suprised him.
Her small and slender arms snaked about his waist and her head rested against his chest... Her hair spilling out against him in waves.
The sudden contact made Syaoran stop and blanche.
"Syaoran... you're having a hard time. You never asked me for help before. I want to talk to you."
Syaoran frowned and tried to push her away, but once his hands made contact with her shoulders... he felt himself weakening and found himself embracing her back, a bit stiffly.
"I'm sorry." Sakura said, her voice muffeled. She pulled away first, smiling. "That was the first time you actually hugged me. Oniichan. Want to go talk at my place?"
Syaoran was a bit stunned, his mind reeling. yet he yearned to feel that strange feeling again. The sweet and bitter taste... taste of something he couldn't put his finger upon. His mind sceamed at him to refuse, but he found himself stuttering a vauge...
"O..ok."
---With Yukito---
Yukito frowned. That girl. Sakura Li. Her name sounded much like his best friend also known as his half brothers sister. Sakura Kintomoto. Every detail fitted the description that Tory had given to him. Yukito twirled a ballpoint pen around his slender fingers and reached for his drawer and withdrew a picture. A picture Tory had given him to find his sister.
A small dark haired boy with a even smaller girl stood near a large mansion, the wind ruffling their hair.
The girl had large green eyes and light adburn hair.
Just like Sakura Li.
The only diffrence was that Li had long hair and the girl in the picture had shortly cropped hair. But... the sparkel in her eyes. It was the same. It had to be Sakura Kinomoto. He took out a magazine called "Fashion Pro" out from his drawer... Sakura was on the cover, making headlines as she became the new owner of the Li Fashion company. He carefully cut the picture out and lay them next to each other. Impossible. Yet they were the same.
The young child like face with the bright naive smile.
The only diffrence was the strange grave sadness in the older Sakura's eyes.
'This has to be her.' Yukito thought with excietment. He took the pictures and lay them on his desk and rang up his cell phone quickly.
It seemed like forever till a familiar dark husky voice answered.
"Tory! I found your sister! Sakura!"
--- Sakura and Syaoran...---
Sakura watched Syaoran closely. His face was well gaurded and a cold expression was on his face. Trying to be cheerful she grinned.
"Oniichan, the elders assigned you a wife right?"
Syaoran suddenly looked gloomy. "Uh hmm." He answered dully, absent mindedly stirring his coffe as he sat on Sakura's velvet couch.
Sakura bit her lower lips, not knowing what else to say. So she looked to her left and stared at the larg portrait of a lovely woman with a prince holding her hand. Sakura had brought it our of a rather fanciful whim. Smiling faintly, she turned and caught Syaorans eye. He had been staring at her strangely. Sakura cocked her head and he looked away quickly, his teeth clenched strangely. He spoke.
"Sakura. How did it feel... Knowing your parents abandoned you?"
Sakura blinked quickly and her eyes became distant.
"I felt... empty." Sakura said slowly, not wanting to dwell on it. "Most of all, I felt abandoned."
Syaoran nodded, his eyes staring at the coffe before him.
"I thought they hated me. But then. I think I'd rather imagine who my parents are." Sakura said happily. "I know Yelan was a wonderful mother. But I imagine my mother and father to be wonderful people. My mother a beautiful young woman with dark curling ebony hair... my father a handsome man with my color hair." Sakura had a dreamy smile. "My father would wear glasses when he's reading... he would be wise and handsome. He would care for me and my mother alot. My mother would sing me a lullaby at night... and I would imagine I had an older brother to call oniichan. With dark black hair. He would protect me and we'd have fun together." Her eyes were dreamy and far off. Syaoran felt a pang of guilt. He was far from the older brother she had wanted. He also felt a little bad. She didn't know her parents. He, at least, got the pleasure, or displeasure, of knowing them.
Sakura snapped back to reality and smiled at Syaoran. "What about you? Did you ever feel as if your parents abandoned you?"
Syaoran felt a bit uncomfortable, but Sakura's large green eyes were compelling, and he wanted to tell her. It was a struggle at first, till it just bursted after a few stillborn sentences.
"Yes. My mother didn't care for a son. My father left me here alone in this world with a mother who didn't want me. My elders only want me to be here to keep the blood line of the Li's going and keeping family honor and tradition. I was taught never to show feeling, they pounded any human feelings I had left out of me."
He closed his eyes, his chest tight as he finished what he had been holding back for a while now.
A gentle hand held his hand.
"Syaoran... Your mother cared about you. Your father died because death is inevitable... and your elders... they never knew how you felt about this situation."
Tear threatened to fall from Syaoran's eyes as his past remeberance came from his mind.
When he had cried for his father a month later, claming to have seen him... the elders had beat him and forced him to say that his father was not there... and to keep him from crying.
'Crying is a weakness... a crack in a strong foundation.'
A tear fell...
Then another.
An alien sob rose in his throat.
A comforting hand touched his cheek... and two glimmering understanding green eyes looked back at him...
He collapsed in Sakura's arms, unable to keep his composure. He wept. The tremendous amounts of pain, sorrow, and anger coming out in torrents... at long last.
Tears swept him clean, and Sakura held him.
--At Yukito's condo--
A tall beautiful aging woman with silverish blonde hair and large blue eyes with a sharp and a rather coy look to them briskly walked to her sons room. She had flown here to check up on her son. The door was open and she was rather tired. She wandered about the large condo. She sighed and flicked her hair away from her face and sat on her sons office desk and looked about, satisfied with her sons living quarters.
'He is living well. That's good.'
The woman winced as something sharp and thin dug into her thin dress, she slid down at plucked at the object and found two photos. There was a cut out picture of a beeautiful woman with large green eyes and brown hair.
She sniffed haughtily. 'He never told me he was besotten in a girl... but this girl... she looks familiar somehow...' She quizzically stared at the picture with cold calculating eyes before she looked at the other picture. Her heart thudded to a near stop and she gasped as the picture fluttered to the floor.
It was that blasted girl she had gotten rid of.
Sakura Kinomoto.
The daughter of the wealthy Kintomoto's... the only daughter... born by his first wife... Nadeshiko.
Her hands started to shake as she suddenl knew why the girl on the picture looked familiar.
It was Sakura Kinomoto.
All was ruined if she was to be found.
Everything.
She gasped and tried to keep her heart steady. She was so sure she had killed Sakura. She had grabbed the child in the middle of the night and beat her till she was half concious and threw her on the side of the streets... it was that fateful day. It was raining... and...
Pearl closed her eyes as she remebered those green eyes.
'Just like Nadeshiko's.' She thought venomously.
Venom rose in her mouth as she stared at the pictures with hate. That childish smile... that innocent look. She hated it. She hated Nadeshiko's daughter. She hated Nadeshiko's son. She had murdered Sakura's father to gain property of his land. She had tried to kill Sakura to make room for her son's inheretence... she kept Tory to prove herself innocent. But if Sakura returned... and she regained her memory. All would be lost. With quick thinking she knew her son would go find Tory... and locate Sakura. She had to keep Tory's mouth shut. It was time to use her secret weapon.
--Tory--
Tory couldn't belive what Yukito had told him. His steps were quick and even, and he tried to supress that hopeful lurch in his heart as the plane he was riding in lurched upwards... towards China. Towards Tokoyo. Where, hopefully, his green eyes sister would meet him.
'Mother. I am one step closer in finding my sister... your daughter... my only real family.'
--Tomoyo's place...--
The artfully designed room decorated with tasteful light lavender drapes and a variety of purple flowers was lightly scented with a light sugary plum smell. Smiling, Tomoyo looked at her job application. Sakura had promoted her to be one of her fashion designers, and Sakura... Oh, Sakura, her new best friend, had made it so she would enter the designing contest next year. Sighing happily, Tomoyo placed her papers on the desk and sat down on her dark black leather couch and pulled up the morning paper.
'Nothing interesting...'
Tomoyo flipped through the pages and sighed. She threw the papers down, she was so impatient for her job to start. She really wanted to chat with Sakura. Tomoyo got up and sprang towards her drawers, which consisted of elegant and sophisticated wear... and a few sweats and baggy t-shirts. She slipped on a french styled blouse and black pants, she wanted to ask Sakura to be her model while she designed a dress she had in mind for quite a while now. The door bell rung. Tomoyo smacked her forehead. Of course! Eriol said he would visit! Hurrying, she almost tripped as she yanked open her door.
Eriol, dressed neatly in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, walked in. He looked rather peturbed, and his black shirt was wrinkled.
"Eriol?" Tomoyo asked. "You can sit down... while I go get something to eat..."
"It's ok... Sit down Tomoyo."
Tomoyo quickly sat down and smiled at her handsome boyfriend. But something was bothering him.
"Is it your artwork? Did no buyers bid for it?"
Eriol sighed and shook his head. "No, it's not that." "Then what is it?" Tomoyo asked, she took out a large silver platter and uncovered it, revealing a pile of minty pastel candies. Eriol looked appreciative as he took a handful and gulped it down.
"I think we have to cancel our wedding day and set it back till next coming spring."
Tomoyo looked shocked.
"Again?!"
Her voice rose shrilly as she glared at her boyfriend. He brushed his hair back with the back of his hand.
"I can't help it. A few traveling artists want me to go travel with them for a while. They are really good... and... I won't let up this oppertunity now, this is a great chance for me to study other peoples art and become greater--."
"But this is our third time! Eriol, you did this last time with diffrent reasons!"
"I said I was sorry Tomoyo..."
Tomoyo felt prickiling tears come from her eyes.
"Why are you delaying it? Do you not love me?"
Eriol frowned. "But this is for me. Tomoyo, I'd thought you'd understand."
Tomoyo shook her head violently. "No. I don't Eriol. Fine. I don't want a husband or a fiancee whom I never get to see... whom I'll never get to raise a family with! I'd rather die then give my children that sort of life. You never thought about me did you Eriol? I was too giving."
"I'm asking you to give again..."
"No. Eriol. It's over. Get out. Let us break our engagement. I'm sick and tired of you leaving and cancelling things." Tears ran down Tomoyos face. "I've been abandoned one too many times now."
She pushed a protesting Eriol out the door and slammed it shut, locking it. She ignored his yelling from the other side and turned on her TV real loud. He had left her once or twice before. This time. She wasn't going to let him just push her around and hurt her like this again. Then something caught her eye... On the newspaper... which she had thrown aside a few minutes before had a picture on it which compared her to stare.
It was an ad about a missing child.
A child... who looked very much like someone she knew.
She couldn't place her finger on it.
A small girl with windblown hair, smiling at the audience brightly... her hair was shortly cropped... her face small.. child like... naive... pure.
-=Missing for a long time. Should be around twenty's now... Name: Sakura Kinomoto... Hair color: Brown... Eye color: Green... Blood Typer: A... Reward: $100,000=-
'Wait a second... Sakura...' Tomoyo's eyes widened... and then she shook her head. 'No, Sakura belongs to the Li family. It's impossible. It's just a coincedence that they look slightly the same...'
To Be Continued...
=Some Information to Know:
Eriol: He is an Artist for a living.
Tomoyo: She worked as a secretary, now she is a designer.
Syaoran: He works in a diffrent company from his own, he is the boss.
Sakura: The Boss of the Li company.
Yukito: Second to only Tory, he helps runs the Nadeshiko Plan Company.
Tory: He is the legal heir to Nadeshiko Plan Company.
Pearl: She is the ambitious step mother to Tory, she does nothing but leech off of her sons money.
A/N: Ok everyone! ^_^ Thanks for reading! Read and Review! Taking a few minutes to encourage me would do me alotta good!
*~*Special Thanx*~*
-Sakura chan
-Gwen (My mind ... ? O_o)
-Athar-Luna (^_^ He pulled Sakura out cuz he was REALLY jelouse...)
- Anime Obsession Fantasy
-Sakuratenshi89
-Yuki-Rabbit
-silver key 90 (I would'nt mind if u emailed me...)
-Mimighost
-Rebecca
-Kawaii-Cherrywolf (Hehehe, sorry! ^^)
-Darkcherry (Its up to Sakura to save Syaoran, LOL)
-animegirl breezy (Wut u mean wut have i done to Syaoran??? Im confused...)
-lizzy
-ac4cherryz
-Doggie ear demon12
-Sakura Li + Syaoran Li
-Shima and Tempis
-kelseu
-kawaiitenshisakura
-mei (Thanx ^^)
-abc (Syaoran is a good man at heart... hehehe)
-seashell
-best person to ask (LOL)
-t (Thank u!)
-Danielle Ngo (Go mah wou- Means thank you in Korean ^^)
-Girlangel
--crystal-chan
-twilight-sister (You gotta read to find out ^^)
-kawaii*cherry
-Illusion dreamer
-xx Wolfpup xx (Hehehe, thanx. I'm having a big writers block in war beat. @_@)
Remeber to read and review! READ AND REVIEW NOW! OMIGOD, everyone, thanx for the reviews, it makes me feel so GOOD lol.