My Fiancée
by: Wishes of an Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Author's Note: Hey everyone! It seems as if nobody noticed that the first chapter was replaced with a new one so if you haven't read it yet, please do before proceeding to this chapter.
Again, this story is rewritten so the feel of the story is not lost, the writing can be improved, and most importantly, so we can finally have an ending to this story! I hope everyone will enjoy this chapter, so let's start this chapter already!
Chapter 2 - The Approval
"Well, this is it," I said, as we stood in front of the mansion and gazed up.
The mansion was four stories tall, more than twice as tall as the many trees in front of it. The building was mostly white with a roof and all the windows painted gold. Planted along the sides of the mansion was my mother's most favorite type of flower, the rose. I always wondered why my mother liked roses. She was so sophisticated, but the flower was so common. I would think she would like something more unique.
Then I turned my attention to Sakura who was standing next to me.
"Oh, my gosh," she said, covering her mouth with her hands as she slowly took into the fact that I was rich. Very rich.
You are asking me how I know. Well, what she said next might answer that.
"You're rich!" she asked, hysterically. "I mean very rich! Why didn't you say so? Oh my gosh. I can't believe this. You're rich!"
"Um…Miss…" I tried to say.
She grabbed my hands and looked me in the eyes, asking again with a little composure but still with enthusiasm, "You're rich?"
I was afraid to nod but I nodded anyways. She turned her back to me and I heard her say, "This must me a dream. I must me dreaming." Sakura pinched her side. "No, this is definitely real. Oh my gosh! This is so cool! This is like a dream come true. It's like my prince charming has come to sweep me off my feet!"
"Uh…Miss…what's your last name anyways?"
"It's Kinomoto," she answered. Then she turned around and inquired, "Hey, wait a second. Is this some kind of a trick?"
"Wait, what?" I asked, slightly taken aback.
"You're trying to trick me into thinking you're rich so you could take advantage of me or kidnap me, right?"
"N-no!" I shouted.
She stepped closer. "Or maybe you thought I was a gullible little girl and felt like destroying a girl's dream for the fun of it?"
"N-no! I would never do such a thing!"
"Okay then," she said, her tone of voice completely changed. "Let's go in."
I followed behind her, wondering why she acted so strangely.
"Are you wondering why I acted so strangely?" she asked.
"How did you…?"
She looked back and giggled. "I was joking with you, silly. You need to loosen up sometimes."
Okay, she was really freaking me out now. Was I bringing a nice innocent girl or a psycho… psychic maniac into my home? Only one way to find out.
When we made it inside the mansion, I guided her into the living room, where my mother was waiting. The living room walls were covered with red drapes and colorful paintings. The floor was made of marble, waxed and glimmering in the light. When my mother saw us, she abruptly stood up from her cushion chair. She looked a little surprised. I smiled at this and I led Sakura to the sofa in front of my mother.
"Hello, Mother," I bowed while Sakura stood there stiff. As I was bent down, I looked up and hinted her to curtsy or something, but she didn't understand. She just stood and looked down at the floor. My mother nodded and we both sat down. Sakura was still standing so I quickly pulled her down next to me on the sofa.
It was quiet. Very quiet. As quiet as death itself. I was afraid of death and the silence was freaking me out a little, so I spoke to break the silence.
"Well, Mother, as you can see, I have brought home a girl."
My mother stared at me as if I was stupid. Of course she's a girl, dummy, I thought to myself.
I cleared my throat nervously and continued. "I brought her home because she has no family and is, uh...excuse me, and was working at a restaurant to earn money for a living. That's why; I was wondering. May she please stay here...?"
My sentence floated in the air as if it never existed. I noticed that my mother was taking a good look at Sakura. She had a face on that I had never seen before. It looked as if Sakura…impressed her. Did Sakura impress her? Then I thought for a second that if I told my mother that Sakura was my fiancée, my mother would finally trust me to make my own decisions. Should I say it?
"Because she's my fiancée," I immediately added. Sakura didn't seem to mind what I said.
"Is that so?" my mother asked. She turned to Sakura and asked, "What's your full name, sweetheart?" Sakura was looking down at her lap, holding her dress tightly, and didn't answer so I decided to answer for her.
"Her name is Sakura. Sakura Kinomoto."
"Oh, I see," my mother said. "She's a very lovely girl, Syaoran." My face perked up until my mother added, "But by the looks of her, she's not very proper."
"Oh, but I can make her," I volunteered.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, Mother. I can," I said confidently. Mother was trying to make me get rid of Sakura so I could be engaged with the girl she chose for me. No, I wasn't going to let Mother get her way that easily.
"Then it's settled," my mother said, standing up. "She may be your fiancée if, and only if, you make her more etiquette in five days. Oh, on the evening of the fifth day, I will test her with a dinner and a ball. All of our relatives will be there, including your former fiancée. Is that all right?"
I looked at Sakura to make sure that it was all right with her. She was still looking down and my mother was waiting for an answer. I guessed that if Sakura didn't want to be my fiancée, she would have already answered. I stood up and bowed. "Yes, Mother. On the fifth day."
"Fine, then," she said. "On the fifth day." When my mother walked out of the living room, I looked down at Sakura who was still looking at her lap.
"Are you all right?" I asked her as I placed my hand on her shoulder. She got startled and looked up at me.
"Huh? What happened?" she asked.
"You have successfully become my fiancée. Congratulations. My mother is very hard to please and she doesn't just choose anybody. You should be thrilled."
"Uh...did you say fiancée?" she asked as if she hasn't been listening to our conversation. She almost sounded as if she was sleeping the whole time. "Your fiancée? But since when?"
"Since now."
"Since now?"
"Haven't you been listening to our conversation? You can stay at this place because my mother has agreed to you being my fiancée only if I make you more etiquette."
"What? But I didn't agree to anything. Especially being your fiancée."
"You didn't say anything so I assumed that you didn't mind."
"Oh, no. I must have been doing it again."
"May you please fill me in?" I asked.
"You see," Sakura started. "I was feeling like I was in the center of attention so I felt nervous. When I feel nervous, I tune out to what is happening."
"You tune out to what's happening when you're nervous? So you weren't listening?"
"Nope."
"So you don't want be my fiancée?"
"Well, I wasn't planning to," she answered. "I just met you, you know."
"Oh, but I already told Mother that you'd be my fiancée and that I'd teach you to be like a proper lady. When I said you were my fiancée, she actually said you were a lovely girl and that meant that I had made a good choice." I sat down next to her, head buried in my hands. "What should I do now?"
"Um...what if I pretend to be your fiancée until you find a real one that will impress your mother?" she suggested. "And then, in return, I stay at your house until I find my family."
I looked at her. She looked so beautiful but I shook that thought out of my head. She doesn't want to be my real fiancée, so I shouldn't get any ideas. "You'd do that for me?"
"If I get to stay at your mansion."
"But you're not guaranteed to find your family before I find a fiancée. If I find a fiancée before you find your family, you'll get kicked out of the mansion, but if you find your family first..."
"Then I'll still pretend to be your fiancée until you find one better than me."
"But my mother will test your manners in five days. What if I don't find one in five..."
"And I don't think learning to be more etiquette will hurt too much."
"Oh, you are wonderful," I said. I stood up and clenched my fist. "I will order a search party to find your family right now."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me back down on the sofa. "No, you shouldn't," she said.
"Why is that?"
"You should be busy finding the right fiancée."
I was so overjoyed that I hugged her without thinking. "You'd be a great wife."
She hugged me back hesitantly. "Well, uh…thank you."
"Oh." I pulled away from her…okay fine, I'll say it….shyly. "Did I say that out loud?" I asked.
She nodded and my face began to burn up, a feeling I have never felt before.
"Are you okay?" she asked, touching my shoulder.
I stood up and took a few steps back. "I...uh...I'm not...I...I'll show you to your room now."
End of Chapter 2
And there you have it. Chapter 2. I hope everyone liked it! Comments and critiques are greatly appreciated. Wishes of an Angel, over and out!