Okay. First of all, to all my readers, I'm sorry that I haven't updated or written anything in a long time. This is my newest story that will replace My Will. It will basically be the same idea, although I don't think I was at the main point of the plot yet, which is a good thing. I think conversation and what-not will be lightened up within the next chapter, so you're not reading anything that's too Jane Austen-esque.
Disclaimer: I don't not own Cardcaptor Sakura or anything related! I'm only a fan. -sniff-
Sunlight shown through the windows of a large mansion, the light cascading down a grand staircase into an anteroom, then a foyer. Some shadows climbed up the staircase, creeping down the hallways everywhere but the spots dimly lit by oil lamps.
A large wooden door embossed with a large branching tree and falling petals opened. A head peeped over the side, peering out down the vast expanse before it. Seeing nothing, the figure emerged from its room, tip-toeing into the light. A long, flowing white gown swayed with the movement, a soft glow on the girl. Her short auburn hair glimmered, as did her deep green eyes. Where she was sneaking off to was only known to her; a place she frequently went to in order to rendezvous.
She stepped lightly down the staircase, avoiding spots she knew, after much traversing, would squeak. After reaching the bottom she once again scanned her surroundings before quietly opening the door and slipping out. Once free she ran through the yard off to a distance where she and a certain someone frequently met. The closer to the grove, the slower she went, finally coming to a walk. Picking up her dress she maneuvered herself along some debris on the ground.
"Good day," a voice greeted. The girl looked up, surprise evident on her face as she let out a small "hoe." "I suppose you weren't expecting someone here."
The girl stood, her mouth agape and looked at the man sitting in the grove. "No, I—I wasn't. Only the company of my friend, Tomoyo." She leaned against a tree, dropping the fabric of her dress. She looked away in puzzlement.
The man sitting there wasn't in formal dress, but casual as hers, his jacket lying sloppily on the ground, revealing his white undercoat and suspenders. His hair was short and tousled—not like that of proper folk. His eyes had a certain curious intensity to them as they stared at her. They didn't miss the look on the girl's face as she glanced the other way. He chuckled, "Tomoyo asked I come here to send her apologies. She wasn't feeling well this morning and didn't want to worry you. She also requests you don't come to see her."
The girl looked at him once more, the fog around her head clearing. "Ah. And may I ask how you know Tomoyo?"
His smile broadened. "I'm the son of a dear friend of her father's, come overseas to visit. I lived here once as a child and have known the dear girl for quite some time. I only wish she and I were as good of friends as you and she. I'm curious… No, no. I don't wish to be rude to my lady." He looked away, as if something else had caught his immediate attention.
The girl kept quiet for a moment, the information sinking in. She felt herself sit down with him, knowing his company was harmless. Very slowly, tentatively she spoke, "May I, perhaps, know the name of this gracious young lord?"
A tinge of pink colored his cheeks. "Of course. My apologies. I'm Syaoran, Li Syaoran. And you are, my lady? We must have a proper introduction," he said, taking her hand before kissing it rather gently, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I'm Sakura. Kinomoto Sakura, daughter of the Commander Fujitaka." She smiled graciously, her green eyes shimmering.
This is the one, Syaoran thought. Now how do I get her?