Twisted Fairytale
-- Sakura- a princess destined to wed a prince and live happily ever after. But what if she fell in love with a pauper[Syaoran]? Will the ending of a romance fairytale be altered forever? How much is one really willing to risk for the love of their life? [ S/S ][ E/T ] Please R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters so please don't sue me.
Author's Note: Sakura is not a clow mistress and none of the characters are aware of the cards. The storyline is slightly altered so that it is mainly based on Sakura and Syaoran.
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A flash of an innocent smile,
A drop of a crystal tear,
Strands of chestnut curls waving about,
Brighter than the sun
And those fierce emerald eyes staring,
dazzling the world,
lurking everywhere.
Engulfed in grace,
Encompassed with laughter,
And capturing the heart of many,
She was the one known to have those deep emerald eyes
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Chapter II-- [ D r e a m s ]
[ S a k u r a ]
Father suggested for me to go into town and shop for things before the wedding. Willingly, I agreed. It has been ages since I've inhaled the fresh air of the outside world and heard the chatterings of countless people.
I pulled my cloak further over my head in order to screen my face.
All of the sudden, a gleaming object caught the corner of my eye. I slowly walked over to a stand with a tall bearded man hovering over it.
"Would you like to make a purchase, little lady?" He asked cheerfully.
I kept quiet and pointed to an exquisite pendant, shimmering emerald, the color of my eyes.
"Ah yes, quite a selection. This beauty is very valuable."
He gingerly wrapped it in a paper bag and I smiled as he handed it to me. Just as I was about to retrieve a silver coin from my purse, a blurred figure unexpectedly slammed to the concrete ground, pulling me down with him. He cursed under his breath.
I felt sharp pains down my leg as I made a futile attempt to stand up.
Without conversing, the stranger hurriedly carried me off with men cursing and chasing after us.
Some minutes later, we hid in a small alleyway and soon the voices faded away.
"I'm sorry about this, are you alright?"
I lifted my head and for the first time, I got a good look at him.
He had deep hazel eyes, uncombed chocolate hair, and frayed clothing. Immediately, I realized that he was the mysterious one we saw standing outside the garden. At the thought of that, I felt slightly abashed.
"It's alright, I'm sure nothing is broken." Then I saw the loaf of bread he clutched in his hands.
"Did you steal that?" I asked, neglecting my manners.
He laughed. "Of course, I do need to feed myself, right?" He replied, taking a large bite of the bread.
"Oh...well.. Don't you have a job?"
"With my reputation around town, who would hire me? And besides, I also need to support my mother."
"You live with her?"
He nodded. "All of my sisters had gotten married and left town, and I plan to leave too. Next year, I'll be turning eighteen, and I want to try to find a place better than this. What about you? You live alone?"
I hesitated before answering that question.
"Well, I live with my father and brother."
"How come I've never seen you around?"
"Um..We're from out of town."
He looked at me suspiciously, but went along with my lie.
"I guess we better get going, they'll find us soon."
I tried once again to lift my body, but only winced as the pain shot up my right leg.
"Are you alright?" He quickly came over and examined my bruised leg. "This looks pretty bad, c'mon, I'll take you home."
I shook my head. "No, it's alright, I'll be fine."
Ignoring the discomfort, I slowly stood up and limped a few steps.
"Are you sure you can make it home?"
I nodded vigorously. "Just one thing though. Give this to that shopkeeper, I never paid for my purchase." I handed him two silver coins.
As I wobbled out of the alleyway, he called after me.
"Wait, I have to know your name!"
I smiled. "...Sakura."
[ S y a o r a n ]
"Sakura.." I whispered repetitively while walking back home. Her name is delicate, just like the cherry blossom tree. It's beautiful, just as she is. I found myself obsessed over the strange girl I met some minutes ago. There was something peculiar about her, as if she wasn't completely honest with me, but that just gave me an excuse to find out more information.
I halted, and stood in front of a ramshackle building, covered with ivy and moss. It didn't matter how broken-down it was because to me, it was home. I pushed open the chipped wooden door and found my mother sitting on the chair, sewing with care.
"Mother, I'm home."
She kept her eyes on her work.
"...see, Syaoran, I'm fixing the shirt you torn yesterday and now it's good as new."
"Thank you."
Mother was always so serious and worried. I knew she cared too much, but we were always happy together. I never knew my father. He died when I was a small child, and mom never really talked about him. She had always avoided the subject in the past and as time passed, I didn't bother to question her anymore.
"Here, you must be hungry." I held out the half loaf of bread to her, and watched Mother as she ate it greedily. I didn't blame her though, we haven't had much to eat since early this morning. It's been hard to come across food and money since my sisters left. They were the ones who brought home supplies.
"I hope you didn't get into much trouble for this." She knew I have been stealing food.
"No, it was a piece of cake," I lied.
Mother knew, but she kept quiet about it.
As I stared out my bedroom window, I pondered more about the girl, Sakura. Who was she? Where did she come from? All of these questions, which I have no answers to, preoccupied my mind. That night, I couldn't think. I could only think of her. Her delicate smile, her meticulous brownish hair, and especially her glistening emerald eyes, which was her most perceptible attribute.
I tossed and turned unceasingly throughout most of the night, until my body finally gave in to sleep.
I dreamt, dreamt of the cherry blossom tree.
Eyes lurking, leering, I see.
Faces zooming past, faster than jets through the clouds,
It's she.
The girl, the woman, standing by the lonely cherry blossom tree,
Watching, watching the gentle petals fall, falling,
as her heart plummets, plummeting.
The wind- at first slowly drifting through the air began to whirl,
materializing gust.
Gathering her pride, heart, soul,
And blowing them to me.
The sound of heart merging pervaded the silent night.
It was she, the girl, the woman, by the lonely cherry blossom tree.
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A/N: So...getting interesting? I hope so. I'm really the poetry kind of person, so you would find lots of poems throughout the chapters. Heh.
-- Sakura- a princess destined to wed a prince and live happily ever after. But what if she fell in love with a pauper[Syaoran]? Will the ending of a romance fairytale be altered forever? How much is one really willing to risk for the love of their life? [ S/S ][ E/T ] Please R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters so please don't sue me.
Author's Note: Sakura is not a clow mistress and none of the characters are aware of the cards. The storyline is slightly altered so that it is mainly based on Sakura and Syaoran.
--------------------------------------
A flash of an innocent smile,
A drop of a crystal tear,
Strands of chestnut curls waving about,
Brighter than the sun
And those fierce emerald eyes staring,
dazzling the world,
lurking everywhere.
Engulfed in grace,
Encompassed with laughter,
And capturing the heart of many,
She was the one known to have those deep emerald eyes
-------------------------------------
Chapter II-- [ D r e a m s ]
[ S a k u r a ]
Father suggested for me to go into town and shop for things before the wedding. Willingly, I agreed. It has been ages since I've inhaled the fresh air of the outside world and heard the chatterings of countless people.
I pulled my cloak further over my head in order to screen my face.
All of the sudden, a gleaming object caught the corner of my eye. I slowly walked over to a stand with a tall bearded man hovering over it.
"Would you like to make a purchase, little lady?" He asked cheerfully.
I kept quiet and pointed to an exquisite pendant, shimmering emerald, the color of my eyes.
"Ah yes, quite a selection. This beauty is very valuable."
He gingerly wrapped it in a paper bag and I smiled as he handed it to me. Just as I was about to retrieve a silver coin from my purse, a blurred figure unexpectedly slammed to the concrete ground, pulling me down with him. He cursed under his breath.
I felt sharp pains down my leg as I made a futile attempt to stand up.
Without conversing, the stranger hurriedly carried me off with men cursing and chasing after us.
Some minutes later, we hid in a small alleyway and soon the voices faded away.
"I'm sorry about this, are you alright?"
I lifted my head and for the first time, I got a good look at him.
He had deep hazel eyes, uncombed chocolate hair, and frayed clothing. Immediately, I realized that he was the mysterious one we saw standing outside the garden. At the thought of that, I felt slightly abashed.
"It's alright, I'm sure nothing is broken." Then I saw the loaf of bread he clutched in his hands.
"Did you steal that?" I asked, neglecting my manners.
He laughed. "Of course, I do need to feed myself, right?" He replied, taking a large bite of the bread.
"Oh...well.. Don't you have a job?"
"With my reputation around town, who would hire me? And besides, I also need to support my mother."
"You live with her?"
He nodded. "All of my sisters had gotten married and left town, and I plan to leave too. Next year, I'll be turning eighteen, and I want to try to find a place better than this. What about you? You live alone?"
I hesitated before answering that question.
"Well, I live with my father and brother."
"How come I've never seen you around?"
"Um..We're from out of town."
He looked at me suspiciously, but went along with my lie.
"I guess we better get going, they'll find us soon."
I tried once again to lift my body, but only winced as the pain shot up my right leg.
"Are you alright?" He quickly came over and examined my bruised leg. "This looks pretty bad, c'mon, I'll take you home."
I shook my head. "No, it's alright, I'll be fine."
Ignoring the discomfort, I slowly stood up and limped a few steps.
"Are you sure you can make it home?"
I nodded vigorously. "Just one thing though. Give this to that shopkeeper, I never paid for my purchase." I handed him two silver coins.
As I wobbled out of the alleyway, he called after me.
"Wait, I have to know your name!"
I smiled. "...Sakura."
[ S y a o r a n ]
"Sakura.." I whispered repetitively while walking back home. Her name is delicate, just like the cherry blossom tree. It's beautiful, just as she is. I found myself obsessed over the strange girl I met some minutes ago. There was something peculiar about her, as if she wasn't completely honest with me, but that just gave me an excuse to find out more information.
I halted, and stood in front of a ramshackle building, covered with ivy and moss. It didn't matter how broken-down it was because to me, it was home. I pushed open the chipped wooden door and found my mother sitting on the chair, sewing with care.
"Mother, I'm home."
She kept her eyes on her work.
"...see, Syaoran, I'm fixing the shirt you torn yesterday and now it's good as new."
"Thank you."
Mother was always so serious and worried. I knew she cared too much, but we were always happy together. I never knew my father. He died when I was a small child, and mom never really talked about him. She had always avoided the subject in the past and as time passed, I didn't bother to question her anymore.
"Here, you must be hungry." I held out the half loaf of bread to her, and watched Mother as she ate it greedily. I didn't blame her though, we haven't had much to eat since early this morning. It's been hard to come across food and money since my sisters left. They were the ones who brought home supplies.
"I hope you didn't get into much trouble for this." She knew I have been stealing food.
"No, it was a piece of cake," I lied.
Mother knew, but she kept quiet about it.
As I stared out my bedroom window, I pondered more about the girl, Sakura. Who was she? Where did she come from? All of these questions, which I have no answers to, preoccupied my mind. That night, I couldn't think. I could only think of her. Her delicate smile, her meticulous brownish hair, and especially her glistening emerald eyes, which was her most perceptible attribute.
I tossed and turned unceasingly throughout most of the night, until my body finally gave in to sleep.
I dreamt, dreamt of the cherry blossom tree.
Eyes lurking, leering, I see.
Faces zooming past, faster than jets through the clouds,
It's she.
The girl, the woman, standing by the lonely cherry blossom tree,
Watching, watching the gentle petals fall, falling,
as her heart plummets, plummeting.
The wind- at first slowly drifting through the air began to whirl,
materializing gust.
Gathering her pride, heart, soul,
And blowing them to me.
The sound of heart merging pervaded the silent night.
It was she, the girl, the woman, by the lonely cherry blossom tree.
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A/N: So...getting interesting? I hope so. I'm really the poetry kind of person, so you would find lots of poems throughout the chapters. Heh.