Sakura's POV:

I felt someone beside me. I whirl my head towards its direction and sees it's a guy in a tux looking at for food as if deciding what to eat. I raise a brow at him questioningly.

I clear my throat. "Hello?"

He snaps his head to me and I catch my breath. I stare at him with shocked eyes.

"Yes may I help you?" He asks, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Actually I just wanted to ask something," I felt my voice shake a little.

He chuckle hollowly, "What? Do you want to dance or something?" He asks and bitterness is practically dripping on his tone.

Well, I never!

I frown at his attitude. "I was just going to why you are wearing a mask," I am subconsciously turning my bitch-mode on and on high. "It's either you're just very shy, too ugly, or didn't catch the news that this isn't a masquerade ball," I shot at him with the same amount of sourness on my tone.

This guy must be insane. Maybe I should leave. He was wearing a mask, for Pete's sake! Surely I have enough reason to question his mental capabilities and make a run for it, right?

"It's a secret," I hear him mumble after the ever-so awkward silence (he must be so speechless with my comeback. Ha-ha.)

I clear my throat again and change the subject. Seeming that both of us were bored, I crack another conversation; forgetting about my plot of running away. "So, why aren't you dancing there?" I ask as I pointed at the crowd who were in their own world.

"Nah, don't have a date," He tells me with a shrug.

I grinned at that. "It's good to know I'm not the only one," I joke.

His mask only covers half his face, so as he smiles at me I find it a refreshing sight rather than seeing his scowl. He shakes his head in amusement. "I actually was just forced to go here by my mom."

"Really now?" I laughed. That's actually really cute, I decided. You don't always see a guy being ordered by his mom to attend something a ball.

"Ha-ha," He mocked good-naturedly. "Now why are you all alone here?"

"Believe it or not, no one bothered to ask me to be their date," I whispered as I lowered my head.

It's true—the reason I didn't want Tomoyo to hook me up with a guy is because I feel icky that way. That guy will just feel obligated to take me here. So no.

And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go

Surprising me, he placed cups my face with a hook of his finger, and slowly lifts my head. I could only stare back with shock.

Our eyes locked; and I drown by his intense amber eyes.

He then turns my head from side to side as if to examine me.

"No, your right," he teased, "I would have believed that."

I whacked his arm playfully, not hypnotized anymore by his eyes. "What are you saying? That I'm ugly?"

He nods and laughed as I pouted. "Meany."

He stops and tells me he was just kidding, apologizing after.

"But if you don't have a date then why did you bothered coming?" he asked.

"I'm starting to think I bore you, do you really want me to leave that much?" I ask back, teasingly. He chuckles and answers, "Maybe?"

I whack him in the head in pure instinct and he yelps. "Kidding! You could be so violent sometimes. Are you sure you're a girl?"

I gap and pout, "You're so mean!" I then whack each side of his head repeatedly.

"I said I was sorry," he utters. "You know I don't really mean that, right?"

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Now answer my first question first; why did you bother going tonight?"

"I thought tonight isn't going to be as I bad as I thought it would be," I confessed.

"Are your intuitions right so far?"

"Actually no," I sigh. I continue to rant about how pointless every thing is. How lonely I am being and I smile sheepishly asking him, "I must've look so pathetic now huh?"

It was nice that the guy fully listened to me, nodding at the right places. He said he also loath this day with the same amount of passion. It was really nice until he ruin it when he says, "actually yeah…"

I glare at him and he sweat-drops, saying he's sorry. This guy is totally weird—in a good way. At least, He's not that irritating to talk.

After that, silence engulfs us as we watch the people who are dancing. Something stirs inside me and I knew it was envy. Jealous of everybody else having a blast.

But then he spoke, "At least you met me right? That would have been the only thing tonight that happened great to you, right?" he's still teasing me—I knew that, but I know that he's also trying making me feel better.

And he accomplished that greatly.

and I said Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone

I smiled at him. "Fine. I must admit, you are quite fun to be with," I winked at him playfully.

He grinned at me before asking, "Do you want to dance?"

I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run

I was about to say no—but what the heck! I grin and grab onto his hands and drag him in the middle of the dance floor. He shook his head with a smile on his lips and said, "I guess you would love to then."

I laughed, throwing my head back.

Maybe tonight isn't as bad as I really thought it would be.

SYAORAN's POV:

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princessOkay this was awkward. I should have told her that I don't know how to dance. Oh well.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I circle mine on her waist taking note not break the personal space of both of us as we started to dance. Step-by-step. Step-by-step. Right-left. Good. I'm starting to get the hang of it.

But thing is, we only stared at each other's eyes. Call me cheesy but it's true. You can't beat facts.

Her eyes are so pretty—emerald green, my favourite color.

Coincidence? I think not.

I didn't expect myself to be in this position. Heck, I even wore a mask; 1. so that no one will recognize me, I hope. 2. so that people will think I'm weird and they won't bother to talk to me.

The funny thing was I'm glad this girl was weird enough to talk to a masked-freak. And now I'm dancing with that stranger!

—wait no, She's not a stranger. I'll consider her as a friend.

It was as if we have known each other for a long time. I have never talked to someone—let alone a female—with so much ease as I did with her. She's the only girl that I didn't hate at the first meeting. She is something different.

And she's pretty cute so that's a bonus.

"What's your name?" I ask. It was weird I only asked her now. But she doesn't seem to mind it very much.

"Sakura Kinomoto," she answered with a smile at her pink lips. Sakura…that means cherry blossoms, right? If it is, then it fits her so.

"And you?" the girl before me asks.

I contemplate telling her, but at the same time I'm scared of the thought that she might know me and she starts being clingy like the rest of them.

But at the time, I want to here her say my name.

Once I decided, I lower my head at her ear and whisper my name. I still don't want others to know. "Syaoran Li."

"Syaoran Li, eh?" Sakura mumbles. Yes. The way she said my name is like…ugh. It's beautiful.

I felt my stomach tightens when her eyes lit up. Oh no. Don't tell me she—

"Aren't you Eriol's cousin?" she asked excitedly. "My best friend is dating that weirdo."

I sigh in relief and grin at her naivety. I nod my head. Okay, I would have to forgive and thank that creepy cousin of mine that he told mother about this ball, forcing me to come and attend this.

She smiles at me again and I stared at her beauty.

I never thought I'd be attracted to someone, especially her.

And yeah, okay I lied; I could not have believed that Sakura was not asked by any of these buffoons to be their date. But I knew that if she really did came here with a guy, I wouldn't have met and saw how nice she is to be it. And because of that, I knew from then on, that she's special.

YEARS LATER:

"Mama!" A 3 year old girl in pigtails calls out. Her amber eyes shining with joy.

"Yes, Ying?" a 23-year old woman said.

"My teacher said that we need to make a card for Valentines Day," the young girl exclaimed happily. "So, I made this".

The little girl happily shows her mother a card decorated prettily with hearts.

Her mother's green eyes widen and smile proudly at her daughter "It's beautiful," she whispered. She shows it to the guy next to her. "Isn't it just lovely dear?"

The man took hold of the card and stared at it with soft eyes. "It is," he agreed fully.

Ying smile widen and shouted a bubbly, "Thank you!" to both of her parents.

"Did you know that I and your dad met at Valentines Day?" Sakura Li starts to tell her daughter lovingly as she laces her fingers with her husband's.

Syaoran rolled his eyes and playfully commented, "Oh no—here comes that story again. Seriously honey, don't you ever get tired of it?"

She pouted at him and whacked him in the head—some things never change. "It's romantic," she argued with a pout.

Syaoran laugh and kiss his wife fully on her lips and kissed his daughter's head sweetly—who's busy watching them with amused eyes—and sighed. "Yes honey, for the umpteen time, sure it is," he lazily, a crooked grin on his lips.

Sakura rolls her eyes.

SORRY FOR THE WAITTTT! :)