Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Here it is, chapter 12!
Disclaimer: I so don't own Card Captor Sakura.
I Choose Sakura
By: Wings of Jade
Chapter 12: The Wedding
Sakura hurried toward the sound of the yell. She knew it was Syaoran, but she didn't know why he was yelling so loudly. What could possibly...?
"SYAORAN, GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF!"
"I CANNOT BELIEVE IT--TOMORROW IS THE WEDDING?!"
"DON'T BE SURPRISED! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING USEFUL ANYWAY AND YOU EXPECT TIME TO PASS SO SLOWLY?!"
"BUT I'M NOT READY! CAN'T YOU POSTPONE IT UNTIL NEXT WEEK?"
"DON'T BE STUPID, IDIOT! OF COURSE I CAN'T! THIS IS TRADITION, YOU MORON!"
"OH YES, OF COURSE, IT'S TRADITION--"
"ARE YOU MOCKING TRADITION?"
"DUH! ALL THIS IS ABOUT IS TRADITION, TRADITION, TRADITION! WHO CARES?"
"SHUT UP, SYAORAN! YOU ARE A PRINCE AND A SOON-TO-BE ROLE MODEL FOR GOD'S SAKE! HOW DARE YOU INSULT TRADITION!"
"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME, NIAH, NIAH--"
"What is going on here?" inquired Sakura, stepping in onto the scene. King Li rounded on her, his face purple with rage.
"SAKURA! JUST IN TIME! DO YOU THINK TRADITION IS STUPID?" King Li's face was purple with rage.
"OH GOD, FATHER! THAT WASN'T EVEN WHAT I WAS YELLING ABOUT IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
"BUT YOU INSULTED TRADITION!"
"SO?"
"BUT YOU INSULTED TRADITION!"
"SO?"
"BUT YOU INSULTED TRADITION!"
"SO?"
"BUT YOU INSULTED TRADITION!"
"SO?"
"YOU INSULTED TRADITION!"
"SO? I DON'T CARE!"
"YOU--"
"All right, I think the fight should stop now," said a voice. Sakura turned around. Queen Yelan was there, looking very disapprovingly at the squabbling son and father. "You two have been fighting over the silliest things lately--shouldn't you two stop already? Tradition is tradition, Syaoran. No matter if you're ready or not, you will marry this lovely young Lady right here." She waved a hand at Sakura. "And as for you," she added to Syaoran's father, "Don't get so worked up over Syaoran. He's just been very stressed lately." Then she smirked, something very uncharacteristic of her. "I expect it has something to do with...some confused feelings." Syaoran avoided her gaze.
"Come now," said Yelan, escorting King Li out the door.
After searching for so long for Syaoran, only wanting to see him and, well--talk to him, Sakura suddenly felt stupid and couldn't think of anything to say. Syaoran was breathing very hard. He looked at Sakura.
"Can I help you?"
"Um...no...uh, I'll just--leave you to--um--get ready for the wedding now." Sakura hurried out the door.
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Syaoran looked after her and ran a hand through his hair. How he wished he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of Sakura! And right before the wedding too! He couldn't work out his feelings for her. He refused to admit it as love...okay, he admitted it, he liked her, he fancied her, he enjoyed her company, he was going to get married to her because her father said so, but that didn't mean it was love, he was too young for love--well, no, he wasn't. Fifteen was a sufficient age to fall in love already, said the law. He sighed. He looked at the calendar, and then the clock.
"I ONLY HAVE EIGHTEEN HOURS LEFT TO PREPARE?"
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By now, the church was already decorated beautifully enough, with red and yellow flowers trailing along the sides, and pink ribbons hanging from the ceiling. Red gold-bordered chairs were already placed in rows facing the front, and white doilies were scattered across the platform where Sakura and Syaoran were to stand--and, well, get married. A large, black grand piano was situated in the corner where the pianist would play, and thank God it wasn't the old one. Sakura stepped inside. It all looked so...unreal. It all seemed unreal. One more day and she would be up there with Syaoran.
A stray ribbon fell from the ceiling and into her hair. She untangled it from her hair and played with it between her fingers. It was so boring now. When Syaoran wasn't around, it was so tedious she felt like going back home. Even if her brother Touya was around.
Then she remembered Seiichi's words: something about falling in love with Syaoran soon enough. At first, he seemed impossible to love, with his cold exterior and lack of manners, but Sakura was sure she loved him anyway. He had saved her skin once, wasn't that enough? That just goes to show that nobody is ever without love. And even if he hadn't sacrificed himself for her, she'd like him anyway--she didn't why, though. Maybe she was just attracted to quiet, rude, and cold men.
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The wedding was to take place at twelve o'clock at noon sharp. Well, they were to be pronounced husband and wife and yadda yadda yadda at noon anyway. The next day, Sakura was in her gorgeous white wedding dress, and though it had been altered slightly, she still looked like the bride at the practice. A white translucent veil was attached to a crown made of intricately carved diamond, and it was draped over her visage, so Syaoran would have to lift the veil off her face. A necklace made of diamond and silver was hung around her neck, and she was wearing diamond slippers. Not quite glass, but close enough.
Syaoran wasn't as sophisticated. He was basically wearing a black suit, with some sort of ruffled thing at the neck. He was supposed to wear a green suit, but for some reason, the tailor was fired, and then they had to make a new one fast. Sakura had jewelry, but Syaoran didn't.
However, despite these differences, they were both nervous.
The doors of the church were opened, and the royal guests began pouring in. Sakura watched from the window of her room. Both of them were in separate rooms, and then they would walk into the church together.
She glanced at the clock. Eight minutes until twelve. Trumpets sounded and somebody bellowed, "PRINCE SYAORAN AND HIS BEAUTIFUL BRIDE, PRINCESS SAKURA!"
Sakura groaned. Talk of the devil!
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The flower girl and boy skipped into the church on the red carpet, tossing flowers here and there. Sakura gulped. Syaoran gulped. This is it, they thought. I'm getting married. Their eyes met and they knew both of them were nervous beyond measure.
They walked in. Both of them used their Walking skills and tried not to trip. When they reached the platform, Sakura shut her eyes tight, but opened them almost immediately. Who would want to see a sleeping bride?
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"...I now pronounce you husband and wife, Prince with Princess of the land," rumbled the priest. "You may kiss the princess."
There was an awkward pause as Syaoran tried to sort out his thoughts and register what the priest had said.
"Uh...Prince Syaoran. You may kiss the princess."
"Huh? Oh." Syaoran flushed with embarrassment and turned Sakura towards him. Her eyes were wide and somewhat afraid. Her mouth was half open. He leaned forward and kissed her firmly on the lips.
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"Good, good," King Li's voice rang out heartily among the tumultuous applause. "Now we shall put them into The Room." He indicated a door on the left. "They shall bear us a heir."
"WHAT?!" squawked the newly wedded couple.
"Bear you a heir?" repeated Sakura faintly. Her stomach began fluttering at once. She looked at Syaoran. His mouth was open.
They were both shocked.
"Of course!" said King Li joyfully. "In you go!" Several maids began pushing them towards the door, and then they regained their senses and tried to push back, but they were outnumbered four to one, and everyone wanted them to go anyway, so they had no choice but to enter The Room.
It was well furnished, and red and gold decorations were hung everywhere. There was bed at the end, with--surprise, surprise--red and gold blankets and pillows. It was large enough to hold two people. Curtains were drawn across the bed, so that you could barely see anything.
"A heir." Sakura's voice sounded lame. "Kill me quickly."
"We have to." Syaoran's voice sounded hoarse. "I can't believe they never told me."
"You know, me too." Sakura frowned. They looked at each other.
"Tradition," they said together in unison.
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No, there will NOT be any sex scenes, thank you very much pervs. I'd NEVER do anything like that. But I think you will be satisfied with the 13th chapter. Then after a 14th chapter, this thing is finished. Oh yeah, and sorry about all the xxx's. Ff.net won't let me use the squiggly line-star-squiggly line thing anymore.