Chapter 2: Patience is Silver

Author's Note: Hey, thanks to everyone who checked out my story! I hope I'm not talking to myself. Anyway, the story will start to emerge soon. I promise it'll get better! Right now, keep on reading please.

Sakura stared out at the frosted window watching the snow melt outside. It had been nearly four years since they had first met and now she was seventeen. Sakura smiled as the first signs of life were emerging from the white outside, her eyes intently watching the warmness seep back into the cold earth. Brushing a stray lock of her hair back behind her shoulders, she grinned unable to contain her excitement.

"Daughter stay away from the windows, you'll catch a cold."

Sakura spun around to see the stern look on her mother's face.

"Sorry mama," she replied, backing away from the windows. Summer was coming, that was enough to get her in a good mood.

"You're waiting for him again aren't you?" her mother asked her as she took a seat next to her daughter.

"Mhmm…" Sakura mumbled, unwilling to admit that she was.

"You're father wants to talk to you about that boy," her mother started, " You should go see him now," she continued severely, her own opinion decided on the boy her daughter had been spending all her last few summers with.

"Okay mama," Sakura replied, as she got up from her mother's harsh glances. Making her way towards her father's office she knocked onto the wooden door before she heard his voice ring from inside the room.

"Come in," he called out towards the hallway, as he got up from his chair to greet his daughter.

"Mama said you wanted to see me,"

"Hmm" he started leaning back onto his desk, "What's the name of the boy you've been around all summer?"

"Syaoran" Sakura replied, as she saw her father's eyebrows furrow deeper.

"And does he have a last name?"

"I don't know"

"He's coming back this summer is he?" her father asked. Without waiting for her to answer he continued, "I've heard that you've been fighting with this boy. I've also heard that you've been losing to him."

Sakura blushed unable to contain her embarrassment. Her father had taught her everything she knew; it was all his technique, her losing was an insult to him.

"I want you to stop seeing this boy,"

Sakura looked at her father stunned at what he was saying. Normally he would teach her ways to win the fight, never to surrender. She had duels with her own father, sometimes she would win and others he would. The first rule he had ever taught her was to never yield, what he was now saying went against everything he had ever said.

"He's dangerous; I don't want you getting to close to him. Your mother agrees with me, she's found you a decent boy in the district who's quite smitten with you."

Syaoran? Dangerous? He had always been taller than her, stronger than her, and obviously better built that she was or anyone she had ever known, but that never stopped her. He had never hurt her. Sakura laughed at the notion of what was going through her mother's head. Syaoran and her fought all the time, both physically and verbally, she loved that kind of excitement. She wasn't about to throw it all away for a love-sick boy.

"Yes father," Sakura replied, lying through her teeth.

"Good child," he began when her mother stormed though the door into her father's office. "I believe your mother wants to inform you of a certain ball she is expecting you to appear at."

"Oh finally, you've knocked some sense into the girl!" her mother exclaimed. Sakura clenched her fist trying to stop herself from hitting the stupid woman. "My dear, you must be at this ball, you've avoided them all for too long now! Jonathan will be there my dear! I've heard he's taken a liking to you, and my little heart he's a good look."

Sakura tried her best to smile gratefully, inside she was boiling mad. Jonathan was a favourite among the girls, he was sweet in his own way and recently she had noticed he had been extra nice to her. It was sure to make all of the girls envious, not that she didn't stick out already with her flaming hair.

"Now be nice to the good boy, no more of your ridiculous fights around this town. My what I've had to put up with all these years!" her mother exclaimed, when her father put the papers he was working on down.

"Try not to sound too excited about the ball," her father commented, as her mother smile vanished.

"Oh that's right, I'm sorry dear, I keep forgetting silly me." Her mother apologized, before rushing her daughter out the room to make preparations.

Author's Note: Ooh! Wonder what she's hiding. Lolz. Review please! It'll really make my day. Pretty please? Imagine me on my knees, begging you to review! Will you?