Loathsome Love
A/N: I like writing, no reviews :tear: even though I just made the story about 10 minutes ago… sigh annywwayys… I have no clue what this chapter will be called… meetings? Teehee
Disclaimer:
CCS- not mine
Sakura- not mine
Syaoran- not mine T.T
Storyline- mine! Bwahahhaha!!
KEYS (for all you dummies like me)
"…" - speaking
'…' – thinking
(Hey you!) – Background info
(A/N…)- Atsuko's note, Authors note… whenever I have to say summfink! ;-)
.BUMP. - Either a gun shoots, someone bumps into another person, OR it's the phone
… the voice that's on the other line of the phone =D
----- the break… like when you start another section or w/e… sigh
:cough: action… sorta… like anime fall down and sweat drop and all that craaapp..
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3. Seeing You
"WHAT!?" Sakura shouted out of pure confusion and amazement. "Dad, are you crazy? I'm 16!"
"Sweetie, in a few days, you'll be 17." He tried to comfort his daughter.
"No! That doesn't matter. I'm not marrying the Prince of China! I'm not going to that stupid 'banquet' to 'earn the love' of that foul Prince! And not TOMMOROW either!" she whined.
"Look, honey. We're going down if you don't marry that guy. We're the lowest in the food chain! Touya's already married to that girl, and plus, he's a boy! (the wife gets all the mun mun that's in the guy's kingdom) Sakura, if you can't do this, Japan will go :plop: and fall!" he explained.
"I'm NOT marrying this beepass bastard who only wants money! I want to marry for love, daddy!" she argued. Sakura could tell that her argument was going nowhere.
"Watch your language, Sakura Kinomoto! I assure you that you will marry for love. If you aren't pleased with him, then you have every right to come back." Her father muttered, disliking the idea.
Sakura breathed a sigh of relief. No school, at least. And she didn't have to marry this prince anyway. "Can Tomoyo come?" she asked her father eagerly.
Fujitaka (spelling? o.O) sighed and nodded. After all, Tomoyo was a great fashion designer. Plus, the Prince wouldn't take one look at her because she wasn't eligible for the auditioning. (the audition part Fujitaka didn't tell to our dear Sakura… it's where the Queen Yelan picks 10 out of the hundreds going there to stay with the one and only Syaoran Li Number 1 gets to stay with Syaoran for a week =D)
Sakura smiled her first smile since the morning and went to call Tomoyo.
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"MOM YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!!!" an angry (now clean and handsome =P) prince shouted, standing up from his chair. The maids cringed.
"Yes I know, I usually can't be. Sit down, will you? The girl will be rated by me, 1st place gets to stay with you personally for a whole week. The other 9 will stay with you together for about 2 days." She explained.
"I don't want to spend a week seeing a prissy little princesses' face when I wake up every morning! And I ESPEACIALLY don't want 9 PRINCESSES BUGGING ME FOR A WHOLE WEEK!" he raged about, making the maids cower beneath him in fear.
"Syaoran. You must cooperate with me!" her mother yelled quite angrily "Listen, you must marry or China will have no ruler! No King! And with my age (56), who knows if I can rule a bunch of people! We need a new Queen and you know so!" she lectured.
Syaroran grumbled but not as much, for he has never seen his mother so angry before. "Sorry, Mother. It's just –"
He was cut off , "Tommorow at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Get ready." With that, his dear mother walked away.
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Moshi Moshi! a sweet voice said (moshi moshi is the JAPANESE GREETING on the phone )
"Tomoyo! Can you ask your mother to get you a ticket to China?" Sakura pleaded. (Tomoyo's mother is filthy rich, so she can probably pay off for a ticket that's arranged for the next day ")
Sakura, are you crazy? Why?
"Tomoyo! My dad wants me to go to this banquet thing for the Prince of China and all… not that I would ever want to marry him" she mad an :irk: face and continued, "but we can hang around at China and miss SCHOOL! (Fujitaka already arranged everything)"
Omigosh! Sakura, I'll have to ask my mom, though. She'll probably agree because I was angry at her for not being home (her mother's a model). So if I can't go, I'll meet ya tomorrow at your house!
"Thanks Tomoyo! I really need the support!"
No problem. You had a bad day today so I hope you cheer up! Gotta go, Bye!
"Bye!" Sakura hung up the phone and smiled. They were going to have so much fun in China buying kawaii things! Not that Japan didn't have enough… She was just interested.
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Next Day at 6:30 AM-(it takes 3 hours to go to China from Japan… remember this is FICTIONAL P)
"SAKURA! SAKURA!" both Tomoyo and Fujitaka screamed, trying to wake her up.
"Hoeee…" she muttered then looked at her alarm clock. "AUGHHH! IT'S ALREADY 6:30! WE NEED TO GO!"
"Yea, I figured. But then I couldn't wake you up and the cat started screeching because she had no food." A very tired Tomoyo explained, sighing in frustration. Now hurry! Our flight's scheduled in an hour! It takes about 30 minutes to get there plus traffic!"
Sakura scurried to the bathroom and washed her tired face. She changed into her clothes and lugged her luggage down the stairs (repeatedly saying "ow ow ow ow ow" because the wheels kept banging into her toes).
Fujitaka put the luggage in the limo. Half of the limo (loaned by our sweet Tomoyo of course) was packed with Tomoyo's things (makeup, clothes, 50 different PJ's, her posters, etc.)
Sakura's stomach grumbled loudly on the way to the airport. The driver kept on looking at her. Sakura blushed with embarrassment.
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In the airport-
"Bye Dad!" Sakura eagerly waved to her father.
"Sakura, don't try to not go to that banquet. I do have contact with Yelan" at this, Sakura's face fell. "Remember my lecture and call me or write to me!" her father yelled as they boarded the plane.
"Oh, so your plan failed. This would be a great video! " Tomoyo happily said, taking out her camera.
"Tomoyo, stop it…" Sakura gritted her teeth with great frustration.
"Oops, sorry Sakura. You bad mooded person," Tomoyo poked at her.
During the trip, Sakura couldn't help but wonder, 'What in the heavens will he look like?'
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"Urgh! Stupid uniform thing! Tuxedo's… who needs them?" Syaoran complained.
"Dude, Tuxedo's are cool. They'll make any woman fall for you." Eriol (YES ERIOL) winked at his best friend.
Syaoran smiled. At least his best friend was here to support him.
"Aw man, blue-haired boys just don't look good in black and white, " Eriol laughed and smiled at Syoaran.
"Blue-haired boys don't look good in anything, my man. That's your first lesson of the day." Syaoran yawned, finally finished with his tie.
The two got into a ridiculous fight and in the end challenged each other to an arm wrestling game.
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"Hey, this hotel's pretty nice, Tomoyo!" Sakura commented her friend.
"Thanks, Sakura. I hope you like it. My taste is great, eh?" Tomoyo said as she painfully exercised her wrist from carrying all her luggage.
"Tomoyo, the banquet starts in about an hour!" Sakura gasped at the time. The castle was only a 15 minute drive, but they only had 45 minutes to unpack and get ready. (they went at 7:30, boarded plane at 8:00, got off plane at 11:15, and now, after driving to the hotel, it was 11:45.)
Tomoyo freaked. "Oh no! We have to get you in one of my gowns and your makeup, your hair… Plus my hair and makeup. Oh my, we really don't have time!" Sakura saw a purple blur and in seconds, all of the luggage was unpacked and unlocked.
"Sit down!" Tomoyo ordered, taking out her makeup kit and some jewelry. Sakura sat down on the stool located in from of a gigantic mirror.
Thank goodness Tomoyo was here.
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"Damnit… not all 200 girls are here, " Syaoran groaned.
"Who's missing?" Eriol asked, curious.
"Sakura Kinomoto, Princess of Japan and her companion, Tomoyo Daidouji." Syaoran said, matter-of-factly.
Eriol froze. Sakura? Princess of Japan?"Syaoran, I think I know the two," he muttered.
"And you didn't know that the Sakura girl's a Princess?" Syaoran asked, annoyed.
"No, obviously not. But, she's really nice, Syaoran. She can be your next wiffee!" Eriol teased.
"Eriol, I'm not planning to make my mother think she can control me, alright? I will hate every girl here and kill MeiLing bwahaha!"
Eriol laughed along, glancing sideways at his best friend. 'Maybe he is crazy,'
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"Sakura! Don't run! Your makeup's going to be all messed up!" Tomoyo yelled after her. Sakura sighed. It was already 2:15. She halted to a stop and turned around. "Come on, Tomoyo!" she tugged at Tomoyo's hand, leading her into the castle.
All eyes turned to stare at the two when they entered. Sakura blushed and laughed feverishly. "Sakura Kinomoto, please mark me down." She was sure she'd get in trouble if the Queen Yelan reported to her father that she didn't attend this "banquet". Tomoyo smiled sheepishly as they both took their seat.
The Prince's eyes were glued to hers as he kept on with his speech. Emerald eyes, what a coincidence. He remembered his dream…
"Sakura, the Prince is totally checking you out!" Tomoyo whispered in Japanese.
Sakura turned around to see that he was, indeed looking at her. He quickly broke the contact. "No, he's not." Sakura whispered back as her face turned a dark shade of red.
"And this is my best man, Eriol Hiiragizawa."
Two gasps were heard in the room. Loud gasps. "Eriol…?" Sakura muttered under her breath. Tomoyo smiled at him, but it was an obviously confused smile.
"Uh, hey." Eriol looked nervous and scratched his head. "Those two are my friends from my –er- high school." he finished. "I'm here today to help Syaoran to pick out his girl" when he said that, a bunch of wimpy princesses said, "Me!" Eriol continued his speech.
"Eriol-kun?" Tomoyo silently gasped. It was obvious that Tomoyo was in loooOooove with him (or at least that's what Sakura said)
"Awww… Tomoyo, it's your ichuunohito… how cute!" Sakura teased. (ichuunohito… hard to spell right… is Japanese for sweetheart.)
"Sakura!" Tomoyo exclaimed, blushing, "You and I know I'm not his kanojo (girlfriend)"
"Oh really?" Sakura asked, amused, with one eyebrow raised.
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Syaoran's little POV ;)
Sakura Kinomoto. Pretty name. I mentally slap myself for the hundredth time. But she was pretty… :slap: I bet she's really young :slap: and her friend there looks nice too… but Sakura looks better :major slap: I groaned inwardly, sighing.
This was the girl. The girl who appeared every day in my dreams. Well, close to every day. I know Eriol suspects something. But she's just so pretty like a cherry blossom tree :SLAP:
It was now my turn to finish off my speech. "Ladies, the chart on my right is your key to this castle. A truck will be called for to get your belongings from your home or apartment." The silly girls screeched in pure pleasure. I saw Sakura sitting there whispering to her friend. :SLAP!:
By Gods, I'm supposed to hate her!
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A/N: Awww… little Syaoran is in love! Teehee, how cute!
Syaoran- :blush blush: Hey! I don't love her… are you crazy.
Akiko- umm yea… she is crazy. And Syaoran, keep it up :wink wink:
Sakura- aww… he loves me :snuggle wuggle: no way! Ew, I hate you Syaoran!
Syaoran- :puppy face: sigh
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