Hey people! It's me MidnightGriffen back with a new story—again. Actually, I was thinking of writing this story for quite a while now, but because of Horsing Around, I didn't get a chance to. Although, I'm having a writer's block so I decided to write this one. So here we go with The Warrior Princess!
Disclaimer: CCS rightfully belongs to Clamp not me.
Summary: Princess Sakura wanted to join her father in a war against the enemy, but was rejected because she was a girl. So she sneaked out to help, secretly. Syaoran found her and brought her back and locked her up as hostage. And yet, she still falls in love with the enemy.
Aging: Sakura- 15, Touya- 18 (I changed the age difference between them in this story. Sorry!) Syaoran-17
Title: The Warrior Princess
Chapter 1
Sakura POV
As I hid in the shadows, I watched my brother, train along with the old master. I wanted to join and practice side by side with him but I wasn't allowed.
Father forbade me to learn, for I was a girl. Not just any girl, but, the Princess.
Princess Sakura of the East Kinomoto Kingdom, I thought to myself bitterly. Why can't I train along with my brother, Touya?
But father had told me once before, "you my dear are a Princess. And a Princess should act like one. You should learn how to sew tapestry, sing, and dance. Learn manners and etiquette. Be polite and kind. Speak with respect, be respectful. That is your life duty, not learning how to fight and become a warrior, that's your brother's job. Leave the rough fighting to him."
I held back tears as I watched carefully. Listening to the elders, I began to learning with my brother, knowing the moves and techniques secretly. Father might have forbidden me to practice. But I no longer cared. All I wanted was to train and fight. One day I will become a warrior.
My expression was serious as I glanced at brother standing straightly, hands by his side. He looked at his masters eyes and nodded. The master, Sensei Takashi who was wearing a dark blue haori, with yellow markings, stroke his long white beard and shouts, "one!"
My brother struck his pose, his left hand in front, and his right hand stayed close to his side. Both held in a tight fist. His left leg bended and was forward and right leg was held straight behind him.
"Two!"
He's right hand punch forward; his left arm retracted and was now held close to his side. When he punched, he's right leg moved forward also, now bended, while the other straight and back.
"Three!" the elder called out.
Touya then retracted both of his hands and held them close to his left side. Bending his left knee, he kicked out with his right leg. Staying like that, he waited for the elders to continue counting.
"Four!"
He drew back his right leg, which left his leg in a straight position behind, his already bent left leg and turned his heel, pointing forward. Both of his arms came in front of his face crossing, making an X, as a block.
"Let's stop here, Prince Touya. Good job, today. I'm impressed. Your kicks are getting higher each day," the old master said wisely to him.
Touya withdrew his attacks and bowed respectfully to the elder, "arigato sensei. But when will I learn how to use a sword? I want to be a samurai."
The old master chuckled softly and patted Touya on the head. "You, my boy has to cover the basic moves first. After a while we could train with a sword, along with the moves you learned now."
"Hai, sensei!" young 8 year old Touya said with confidence as he walked back to the castle.
I watched and remembered the moves: one-pose, two-punch, three-kick, and four-block. When he left I sighed in relief. No one knew about me eavesdropping on brother Touya's lesson. I decided to hide longer behind the bushes and wait for the elder to leave, before sneaking back into the castle.
"You can come out now," the old master suddenly said looking at the bushes, "I know your listening, Princess Sakura."
I stiffened. I was discovered. Now there was no way I could learn in private now. I stepped out of the bushes, my head down in utter disappointment as tears escaped from my emerald eyes.
I walked stiffly and stopped in front of him, waiting to be punished, to be scold. But it never came. I looked up slowly, my eyes traveling from his feet all the way up to his face.
A pair of kind, intelligent grey eyes stared back at me. He wasn't mad or even frowning. He was…smiling?
As he reached out his hand to touch me, I jumped back in reflex. My eyes were fearful. Now that he knew about me, he's going to tell my father, King Fujitaka. "I'm very sorry. Please don't tell father," I told him, as tears flowed down my rosy cheeks. I bowed apologetically in front of him.
The elder chuckled as he bends down and gently, lifted my chin with his thumb and index finger. "Do you wanted to learn how to fight like your brother, Prince Touya?" he asked me softly.
"Y...yes I do, sensei. B…but I can't because…I'm a girl. Father said so," I stammered truthfully.
"Really? How interesting," he said, raising his left eyebrow.
All I could do was nod, while tears continued to stain my face. He smiled and wiped them away, carefully with his thumb.
"Don't worry, I won't tell your father so stop crying my Princess. Princesses can't cry," he told me in a kind tone, "if you cry, you can't be a warrior like your brother now, can you?"
I looked at him surprised, my emerald eyes held confusion. "B…but father told me that Princesses aren't allowed to fight," I replied sadly.
"Well, I will allow you to listen to us—secretly of course. But you would have to stay in the bushes though," he said winking.
My eyes wide I asked him, "Really?"
"Really. It would be our little secret," he answered.
"Oh, arigato sensei Takashi!" I hugged him tightly around the neck and once again tears gathered in my eyes.
The old master reminded me warningly although; he was smiling, "Princess?"
"Oh, right," I replied as I quickly brushed away my tears and smiled at him, happily.
"Good girl." He bowed to me before walking away.
I stared at him for a while before silently sneaked back into my room. I slipped into my chamber and closed the door quietly. Sighing in relief that father didn't found out,
I walked over to my pink desk with cherry blossoms carved all over it. I sat down on the wooden flower-shaped chair and took out a pink diary. Opening to the page where I left off, I began to write another entry in it.
Dear Diary,
I was so frightened today! Like everyday I listened to brother Touya's lesson. But today I was discovered! Sensei Takashi found me. I thought he was going to tell father. But he didn't. He told me I could continue to listen, secretly. I can still be a warrior! And would be able to fight with father and brother one day.
Sakura
I drew a small cherry blossom next to my name and put my quill back to the ink bottle. I closed the diary and put it back into the desk drawer.
I walked away from my desk and slipped into my comfy pink bed. The bed had a curtain around it so I was covered. I pull the cherry blossom mattress over my little body and fall into a deep slumber.
Normal POV
11 years later
Young Princess Sakura was now 15, with her 16th birthday coming soon; everyone was busy going over what to do. There are party decorations to think of, presents to buy, and people to invite.
One day Sakura was sitting in front of her vanity, brushing her honey-brown hair. She had a little bit of bangs that curled outward and some thick long bangs on both sides, framing her delicate, smooth face. She was humming to herself, with her eyes close until a knock was heard.
She opened her pair of dazzling emerald orbs and set down her pink brush. Turning around she said, "Come in."
As the door opened, Sakura's eyes lit up. It was her second cousin as well as her best friend, Daidouji Tomoyo.
"Tomoyo!" she cried out happily and ran up to hug her, "you look so different! It's been ages since I had seen you!"
The girl returned her hug and smiled sweetly, "Yup! And you haven't changed a bit! Still the same old kawaii, Sakura!"
Blushing she asked, "What are you doing here? I thought you and your parents left to go to the south!"
Their planet, Makitara, was separated into four sections: North, East, South, and West. The South and North Kingdom's are peaceful people, that never fought. East belongs to the Kinomoto Kingdom, while their enemies the Li Kingdom owns the West. Long ago they were on friendly terms, but something happened that made them had a huge war. In the end the Kinomoto won. Although no one remembers what exactly had happened, the Li's still wanted revenge for the war and now because of that, they are no longer friends.
"I just returned," she answered, "My, those southern people are very nice! Pretty good fashion sense too."
Sakura sweat dropped and sighed. Tomoyo have always taken the pleasure of sewing clothes. Most of Sakura's outfit was created by her.
"Well, you haven't changed much too. Still the same hyper girl who is crazy about fashion and sewing," Sakura teased.
Tomoyo had long wavy lavender hair that reached past her waist and had a pair of kind amethyst eyes. She was wearing a purple coloured dress, which was tight around her waist, outlining her tiny waist and full breasts, but flared down her hips, all the way up to the floor. It had beautiful lavender patterns around the edges, making it unique and special.
"Wait. That dress you're wearing is too simple!" she told Sakura pointing at her outfit.
Sakura was wearing a very simple yellow dress that, like Tomoyo's was tight around the waist and flared down from the hips. Sakura had always preferred to wear comfortable clothes instead of highly priced dresses.
"Here wear this," she said as she handed her a neatly folded dress, "go ahead, and put it on."
"Oh. Ok then," she said as she looked at the dress hesitantly. Whatever. As long as cousin Tomoyo's happy, she thought, shrugging. Sakura carefully fanned out the dress. Without looking at it she put it on.
"There happy?"
"KAWAII!" Tomoyo screamed with delight as she jumped up and down in excitement.
Blushing, Sakura turned to a long mirror and examined herself. Her dress was a beautiful silver one with a cherry blossom imprinted at the bottom right hand corner. It was low cut so it showed some cleavage. The sleeves flared out and were a little bit longer than her arms. It was tight around the upper body and slim all the way until her ankles, but then flared out around her, making it fan out. The dress outlined Sakura's perfect hourglass look making her look even sexier. The young Sakura had filled up nicely.
"Wow. It's gorgeous!" commented a breathless Sakura.
Tomoyo smiled happily and stood beside her. "Although, your hair is still awfully short," she said, disappointed as she fingered the ends of her shoulder length, hair,
Sakura put her head down and was suddenly silent. Tomoyo didn't know about her secret yet.
Worried, she asked, "Sakura, what's wrong?"
"Tomoyo I never told you this before, but…" she said slowly.
"But what?" she asked hurriedly.
"You see, since I was small, I have been listening to Touya's fighting lessons, in secret. And one day, I want to join father at war," she began.
Tomoyo's gasped as Sakura continued, "I want to be a warrior, Tomoyo."
So how was it? 9 pages! That's my longest chapter ever made! I'm so proud of myself. Well, did you like it? Please review! I really appreciate the people who actually do! It doesn't matter to me how long your review is and whether or not you thought it was good or bad, tell me! Comment me on where I can improve on! Just try not to make it too harsh! Anyways thanks for reading this chapter.
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Middy