(A/N: hey there... well camp was wonderful... I enjoyed it.. :D... if I confused you all... and if you are card captor fans... xiao lang is syaoran... :D... but sakura won't find that out until a lot later... at least that's what I'm planning... thanks for the reviews... I appreciated them all... Here's chapter 6 that you all have been waiting for...)

Disclaimer : I do NOT own Cardcaptors or anything about Cardcaptors. Cardcaptors is (c) to CLAMP.

My Masked Hero - SakuraYang

Chapter 5 - The Night of the Ball

Saturday, the day of the ball

Wow... I can't wait Tomoyo... I'm finally going to my first masked ball party... thanks a lot for taking us all... Sakura walked out of her front door waiting for Tomoyo to pick her up. She waited and waited for a long time for her best friend. Okay.. just a few more minutes.. Tomoyo didn't show up so she turned around and almost went back into her house.

Abruptly, a limousine pulled up to her driveway. "Hey, Sakura!" Sakura turned around. "Aren't you coming?" yelled her friends.

Sakura smiled and jumped in the car. "Wow.. my first limo ride and we're going to the mall."

"So we're all going to Tomoyo's house to pick out dresses, right?" asked Rika.

"Yep." Tomoyo replied.

Soon, they arrived at Tomoyo's mansion. They all scurried into the living room and dropped their items onto the ground. "The dresses are over there." Tomoyo lead them to a huge closet and opened it. The doors were set free and there in the closet was a designer's collection. The Daidouji Collection.

Within a few hours, they came out with a dress they especially liked. All of them stepped into the dressing rooms and changed into the dress they chose. They stepped out the same time also and put on their masks made to match.

Chiharu stepped out with her beautiful yellow dress. Naoko came out with a light blue dress which matched her shoes. Rika stepped out with a white-colored dress. Tomoyo walked out with her long purple dress. Finally, Sakura came out with her pink-colored dress and twirled around in it.

As the usual Tomoyo, she had her camera out all the time videotaping their first day on their first masked ball. She followed each of them everywhere, but she was mainly around Sakura because Sakura didn't mind as much as the others.

They jumped into the limo at five again and headed to a bigger mansion where the masked ball was going to be held at. This was an exciting day for all five of them, even Tomoyo who had never gone to a single ball before.

When they arrived, they looked at the dazzling lights surrounding. There were many people already walking into the mansion and many limousines ready to park and unload the guests.

"Wow! This is awesome!"

"I can't wait to get in there."

"I wonder if we're supposed to act mature or something. I mean after all we're only 17."

"Oh, you don't have to worry." Tomoyo said. "Everyone else should be our age also."

"What? They look so mature and well taught."

"We act like little children marveling at our surroundings." They all giggled.

"Oh yea. I'm not sure if we can call each other when we're in there."

"There'll be a lot of people." - Tomoyo

"I think we should just use our first letter of our names. For instance, Sakura would be called 'S'. Tomoyo could be 'T'." - Chiharu

"Oh, then Naoko is 'N' and Rika is 'R'." - Tomoyo

"Then I'm 'C'." - Chiharu

"Okay, ladies." The driver spoke to them. "This is your stop."

"Thank you." They all said to the driver and stepped out when the servants opened the door for them.

"Please enjoy your night ladies." The servant who opened their door greeted them.

S, T, N, C, and R followed the rest of the people to the entrance of the ball. Everyone was masked and walked straight looking mature. What they didn't notice was that everyone was females joined together. Females from around who was gathered together to find a bride for the owner's son.

As they walked in, they were instructed to enter into the large dance hall. There standing in a long line were guys in masks. They each had nice looking suits/tuxedos. They just remind Sakura of her Masked Hero.

Sakura wandered around the room looking for refreshments. Everyone else was asked to dance already. She stood by the refreshments just waiting for time to go by. It was already half passed seven and the owner hasn't begun yet. Soon, Tomoyo join Sakura in her boredom and soon followed by Rika, Chiharu, and then Naoko.

"An hour passed already?" Chiharu began talking.

"I wondered what happened." Rika wondered.

"Hey! Shh.. it's starting." Tomoyo quieted them down.

From above, the owner stepped up from the top of the stairs. It was a quite young mother. Her face was really white. She was really tall that Sakura can see. Her hair was black and was nicely placed behind her head. Following her was four girls, her four daughters. "Can I have everyone quiet please?" The music lowered, the dancing stopped, and the chattering turned to whispers.

"Thank you. If you all don't know yet, this is a ball to find a bride for my son." The whispers turned into chattering again. "Quiet! You all should have been well informed, no? Our first event will be elimination." She turned around and commanded in Chinese knowing that everyone else was Japanese, "Xiao Lang! Come out."

From behind her appeared a young boy in a mask. He walked up to his mother and stood beside her. He smiled and a girl who was standing in the front line fainted. Sakura gasped and stared at him. She whispered to Tomoyo, "Tomoyo, that's him. My Masked Hero." She stared at him and saw that he was looking straight back at her.

(A/N: Wow... she finally saw him... sighs... review please... I need more opinions...)

Next Chapter - Chapter 6 - The Process of Elimination

Sakura and her friends are at the Masked Ball. The event of Elimination begins. How will they play Elimination? Sakura is one of the lucky few who got selected. Will she be the lucky one and get to unmask the Masked?

The music slowly came on as the dance floor was opened for dancing with the masked son. He slowly stepped up to each girl and took out his hand asking for a dance.