And I Fell In Love With You All Over Again

By Kara

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS. However, I do own this plot… Methinks…

I hope you people enjoy this fic. It's kinda cute… And I did it in Sakura's POV…

I walked toward Syaoran. He was forced to go back to China, and would never return. I just wished I could have told him sooner, so we could cherish our love. If you didn't notice, I'm Sakura Kinomoto. I am twelve years old.

We soon parted forever. Tears swept down my cheeks. I turned away, and smiled meaningfully. It was artificial-fake-of course. I walked home. I couldn't think. All I knew was that my heart was broken and empty. I picked the erase card up, and erased my memory of Syaoran away… Forever…

*

I walked down the street. I was a prodigious actress and model. My best friend in the world, Tomoyo Daidouji, had gotten me into this business. At sixteen, we both became famous. With her amazing designs and voice, and my acting skills and grace, we were a hit in fashion and movies.

Now eighteen, I gladly sat in a limo, which was driving me to the airport. Tomoyo and I were going to China. I never knew that there was modeling business in China!!! But I'm also starring in a movie that takes place in China…

We rode to China in a private jet. Ugh… Jetlag! Hate it… But that's how business goes. Or so Tomoyo says. Anyway, reporters met us in China. I'm glad we had bodyguards…

"Sakura-chan! Have I got a surprise for you!"

"What?" I asked sweetly.

"Aah…. The Li clan leader has invited us for dinner…"

"Why?"

"Well, all of China is talking about it… There is going to be a ball, held for the leader. He is to find his bride there… Or else he has to marry his cousin…" (Hey, I don't know if they hold balls, but live with it because it's my story!)

"When is the dinner?"

"In a week… Now, Sakura… We need to check in at the hotel… We'll want good rest because tomorrow, we have to set up for the fashion show…"

"Okay, Tomoyo…"

I eyed Tomoyo suspiciously. I could see a hint of evil lurking in her grin… The Li clan leader… I remember him… So vague though… I checked my room, and went to bed almost immediately.

*

I woke up late, as usual. I found myself staring at my guardian beast, Kero, stuffing his mouth with sweets.

For old times sake, I yelled, "KERO!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP!!!!!!"

"bhauchqaushe Iph washhh Seethings…" (because I was eating…--in translation)

I pulled my clothes on and brushed my hair quickly. I thought carefully. I was too young to marry, right? WRONG!!! I'm not that naïve… Or am I? Well, I have heard of people younger than me marrying… like mom…

I ran out the door, where Tomoyo was waiting. I greeted her cheerfully.

"Uh… Tomoyo? I am too young to marry… Right?"

She cocked her head, and replied, "Perhaps…"

I wasn't sure if Tomoyo was telling me the truth, though… It was as if… as if Tomoyo held a secret that I wasn't supposed to know. I would have asked, but as they say… curiosity killed that cat.

We drove to the Hong Kong stage, and set up. By evening, it looked magnificent. Now, it was time for everybody to be fit in their clothes. We never had met the models, but knew their sizes. So, the exact last minute fitting had to be done. Everybody went home at nine. We already had work cut out for ourselves.

The next morning at ten, more than half the models weren't fit precisely. I was glad Tomoyo had already fit mine right before we left. Tonight would be the big show, and it couldn't be messed up. I helped Tomoyo in every way I could. By noon, half of the models were still waiting. Five more hours…

It was four. The show would start in an hour, and two more models were left. I had already put my hair in soft curlers, and was helping the first few models in the show get ready. Then, I put my outfit on, and make-up.

I know it was untraditional for models to do their own make-up, but Tomoyo didn't always go by traditions. She said that models have good sense of taste so they would do their own make-up… and by some ways, it was better that way.

I wore a white gown that had light orange flowers at the neckline and puffy short sleeves. The outfit hugged my upper body, but flowed generously outwards at the bottom half. My hair was curly at the bottom tips, which reached to below my shoulders. To finish the dress up, I put a matching flower in my hair, and a pair of matching kid gloves on.

I sighed. I was fourth to go on. And I stepped out into the light when my cue went on…

So, what do you think about the story so far? This story is going to be S+S… Please review. If you do, I'll treat you people to some more of this story…

~Kara