Disclaimer: I do not own CCS. (wish I did )
This story is set with the same characters but in an entirely different setting than the real CCS. This story contains no magic, completely reality.
Truth of Lies
Chapter 2
April 2
7:32 A.M.
Tokyo Embassy
A young woman with light brown curls slowly enters a large stately office with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and large leather folders in the other. She soon reaches the mahogany desk and gently sets the coffee in front of the emerald eyed ambassador who is currently busy reading various reports and documents.
"Thank You, Mihara. I'm surprised, I didn't expect you to be in today," replied the ambassador with a monotone voice without taking her eyes off the papers.
"I dropped by to collect some extra documents regarding the upcoming summit meeting that were sent in last night," replied the young secretary handing over the black leather folders while watching her employer with worried eyes.
"Ambassador-," the young women paused as she realized the person she is trying to get the attention of is completely engrossed with the new paperwork.
"Sakura…" At this, emerald orbs lifted up. It was an unwritten rule that the ambassador would only be addressed by 'Ambassador' or her last name.
"Sakura, I think it would do you a lot of good if you took some time off-no even just one day." The young secretary said in a beseeching tone while the ambassador raises her right eyebrow.
"You've been putting in overtime all of last year for the Kyoto Peace Treaty, and only god knows how many times you spent your nights in this office!"
"Mihara-" Came the annoyed voice of the emerald eyed young women.
"No! Let me finish, you may not have noticed because you've been so busy and personally I can't understand why your family doesn't do anything but Sakura you have drastically lost weight and you're always so pale, I don't understand why you're doing this to yourself, you can still save the world without jeopardizing your health, you've already done enough in my opinion."
"No, it's not enough…" Whispered the young ambassador in a sort of daze but her eyes quickly clears and she looks pointedly back to the women in front of her.
"Mihara, I understand you mean well and your loud outburst is because you care about me but frankly I don't need you to worry about me, I can take care of myself." Sakura said solemnly and returned back to work ending the conversation.
The crestfallen secretary realized that Sakura had raised her impenetrable wall and when that happened no one could reach her. She gave a small bow and quietly left the room, meanwhile behind the cold façade the emerald eyed young women was recalling the vows she made to herself.
"I have to hold this country together, the people are counting on me, I can't let them down. Father has his own agenda and I have to be his pawn in order to save this country from ruin. He is starting to suspect things, and with Syaoran now in the picture the entire game has changed…" These troubling thoughts were constantly circling in Sakura's mind and always left her mentally distressed, luckily she had long mastered a cool and calm outer mask that absolutely could not be taken off or everything will be lost.
12:45 P.M.
Private Dining Room
Suited bodyguards slowly patrol the halls of the Japanese restaurant while two stand in front of a closed separate room where a negotiation between the First Prime Minister of Japan and the Ambassador of China is taking place.
"I have thought over what you proposed to me last night and I still don't see any reason why I should agree, not to mention that it would be personally intolerable should I ever agree with the likes of you," spoke the Prime Minister in a cold tone.
"Then I suppose there is nothing further I could do to persuade you otherwise," the ambassador stated instead of asked, and slowly stands and bows then turns to leave.
"Next time when I catch you talking to my daughter, I'll make sure she realizes where her proper place is," the gray haired man said in a cold and callous manner.
The amber eyed young man slowly turns and mockingly grins.
"I apologize beforehand, I will require the presence of your daughter in the near future, and believe me at that time you will want her to speak to me," with that the man quickly leaves before the Prime Minister is able to speak.
8:41 P.M.
Kinomoto Estate
A plump and rosy cheeked maid slowly leads a tall young woman into a large den finely decored with masculine tones and furniture. A handsomely aged man sits in the corner of the room on a dark brown leather recliner with his feet on a matching footrest reading a thick book. He rests his silver orbs to the entering occupants for a mere second and returns to reading while the young lady kindly dismisses the maid.
A long silence passes between the two individuals with the emerald eyed woman still standing erect while the man continued his perusal, and after a few more moments the silence was finally broken by the man's deep voice.
"Tell me the prevalent form of government used throughout human history," he said simply but had all of the qualities of a command certain to be obeyed.
"Monarchy or rather Dictatorship," replied the young women.
"Yes, and sadly critics of our time have smudged the word 'dictatorship' to be synonymous with evil, however what few seem to realize is that history shows humans have long favored this form of government because it has bettered their lives. The reason the great Roman Empire fell was not because it had a supreme ruler but because this ruler mistakenly trusted and shared his reign with other men. Whenever more than one individual is given the power to rule, personal interests will dilute pure and honorable intentions," the man stated slowly with a hidden edge to the words, meanwhile the other occupant of the room slowly paled.
"Of course, men will always have to rely on men, which is why the supreme ruler will need to have complete control over the lives of those who serve him, there are many ways to accomplish this and the most expedient and effective means is to use fear. Only then can a great nation develop and flourish." The man said easily as if he was talking about his breakfast which made his words more daunting.
The young women in front of the man portrayed an unaffected front but her mind was working overtime. She knew this man long enough to be well aware that he didn't divulge his thoughts for innocent purposes or to simply chat, every action had a driving motive and she could never fully see through his plans. The man was praised as a political genius to all those who met him and it greatly unsettled her that no one seemed to realize his diabolical state of mind hidden behind his engaging mask of a face.
"You called me here just to tell me this? You could have just said it over the phone." Sakura said slightly annoyed as she tried a different tack to get a more insightful look into the man's plans.
However the man only gave her a cold smile.
"It must be your poor health talking; you haven't been looking too well lately. Why don't you stay with Tomoyo-oh, that's right how could I forget, they have their own situation to handle. Nevertheless I think I should set aside some time to visit the Daidouji's, after all they are family." The man said it innocently enough but Sakura knew better and felt the first beads of terrifying sweat condense on her forehead.
"I-What is it that you want?"
"Your little peace treaty was an admirable accomplishment and I must admit I do respect the time and effort you put into it, it's just too bad that it has to be short lived. Of course I realize you can't simply take it back and dismiss it, but certain provisions can be altered and made how should I say less restricting, I'm sure you know which provision I'm talking about."
Sakura balled her fist and her nails made deep indents into her palms, but her voice was amazingly calm.
"I can't promise anything, but at the next summit meeting-"
"Oh, I have no doubt you can accomplish it once you put your mind to it, and not that I don't trust you but for a little motivation you should consider the terrible situation the Daidouji's are in, and with Tomoyo's father in a not so healthy state I don't know what would happen should anything worse occur."
The mention of her cousin always caused Sakura to feel excruciating pains of guilt. It was recent global news that the famous Daidouji clothing brand was caught in scandal with illegal dealings. Sales for the brand plummeted once word hit that the clothing designs were not originals, but stolen designs from other brands. Law suits were filed by various companies against the Daidouji brand which continued to fuel the bad publicity. Sakura knew the scandals and allegations were false, and had no doubt it was the man in front of her who was behind the terrible events. She could only surmise that he had done it when he realized she was busy working on the Kyoto Peace Treaty, the provision prohibiting nuclear weapons came in direct conflict with his interests.
Not trusting her ability to reign in her angry emotions should she speak, Sakura decided to give a bow and left as quickly as possible from the man with a satisfied smirk.
9:31 P.M.
A tall auburn haired woman dressed in a fashionably fitting gray suit walked slowly with her head hung down along the sidewalks of one of Japan's wealthiest neighborhoods. Gusts of cold wind hit the beautiful figure who seemed oblivious to it and lost in her own thoughts.
Never in her life did she feel as torn between a decision as she did now, she tried to persuade herself that the interests of all the people of the nations joined under the peace treaty should hold greatest priority but she couldn't bear witnessing and bringing about the ruin of her cousin's family. When the troubled young women lifted her head she shockingly realized she had walked from her family's estate to the Daidouji estate. Surprised she paused and slowly raised her eyes to the beautiful Victorian home and looked at the bright illuminated windows, despite the fact that the family was going through a trying ordeal the home still looked warm and welcoming, completely opposite from her own. She quickly turned away and walked briskly away from the physical symbol of her consuming pain, but froze in her tracks when she heard a melodic voice call out to her from behind.
"Sakura is that you?" Questioned a beautiful, violet eyed woman holding her hands together for warmth.
"Wait! Please Sakura don't go, I-I just need to talk with you for a few moments," said the girl beseechingly when the women in front of her took a step to walk away.
"I know lately we haven't really had time to truly talk, and I didn't get to tell you how really proud and happy I am for the treaty you made possible. I always knew you would accomplish great things and despite wearing the concealing makeup last night, I could tell that the work has taken a toll on you, I desperately wanted to lecture you about the proper waysof taking care of yourself but never got a chance to," the young women said earnestly and warm heartedly.
"How…how can you be so…" Sakura's voice broke but she made sure her back was kept to her cousin, and she quickly braced herself.
"You shouldn't talk to me, in fact I don't want you to ever cross paths with me, if I see you on the street I'll pretend I don't know you and I expect you to start doing the same," with that cruelly said the auburn haired women quickly walked on keeping her head low without realizing a tear had fallen from her eye, and what had been meant to hurt and push away only made the brave violet eyed young women realize the caring heart behind her cousin's cold image and confirm her growing suspicions regarding the Prime Minister.
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