Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Leave a Third Chance ❯ Chapter 1: Too Charmed Too Quickly ( Chapter 1 )

Don't Leave a Third Chance

A/N: This is a complete AU fic, though the characters stay in character. It starts out as a Sakura/Yukito fanfic, but then it changed into a Sakura/Syaoran fic, with some Tomoyo/Yukito (a first) I know I'm weird =P.

Disclaimer: I own Card Captor Sakura. SCOFF ALL YOU LIKE, BUT I OWN CARD CAPTOR SAKURA! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

*annoying person*: then how come it says `disclaimer.

Me: DAMN IT!! WHO INVITED YOU TO COME! Okay, okay, I don't own Card Captor Sakura, but wouldn't it be grand if I did? *sigh*

Chapter 1: Too Charmed Too Quickly

"You may kiss the bride," announced the minister. Emerald eyes met amber ones as Yukito leaned down to kiss his newly made wife. His arm went around her back as he dipped her backwards, deepening the kiss and earning howls from his friends. He ended the kiss gently and helped his bride back up. He grinned a little and started leading her down the aisle to the limousine.

Sakura's face was flushed from the deep kiss that Yukito had given her. She felt complete bliss. Today was her wedding day, and she was now married to the world's most perfect man. He was kind, romantic, intelligent, and everything she had ever dreamed of. How could she be so lucky…?

They had met only three months ago, when she, as the Executive Secretary of Little Wolf (A/N: Syaoran means little wolf in Chinese ^_^), Inc., which made stuffed animals (A/N: Kero *snickers*). had met Yukito, one of Japan's most successful businessmen, turning his father's small shop into a thriving, international business at the age of 16. She was standing faithfully besides her boss and best friend, Syaoran, who was the Representative Manager of Enma, Inc., who was doing idle chitchat with some other men that she did not even know and with her other best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, who owned Japan's most successful toy company as well as her own clothing line. They were at an extremely expensive cocktail party where the richest and most successful of the businessmen and women gathered, as well as some of the almost big incorporations, trying to get these wealthy people to invest in their company.

Sakura, having stood quietly in the midst of the small group of businessmen, all whom, except for herself, Tomoyo, and Syaoran, were in their middle ages, occasionally adding in little tidbits of the companies beneficial areas, found her attention wandering. Her eyes swept across the richly decorated room, from the orchestra playing in a lighted corner, to the banquet table that was beautifully set up for the guests. And then, almost as if they were magnets, she found herself drawn to the deep depths of a particular pair of storm gray eyes on the other side of the room. She recognized those eyes immediately as those belonging of Yukito Tsukishiro, dressed in a dark blue suit whose color was soft enough to not clash terribly with his hair. His white tresses were, in fact, very unique in its color, seeing as the other men of the room had peppery hair mixed with white and their normal hair color, but his hair was solidly silvery white, without any dark streaks in them whatsoever. His large brown eyes were, so say the least, extremely beautiful, and his facial features seem feminine in beauty, yet unbelievably handsome in masculinity. He held his gaze, staring into her eyes deeply, almost as though he were uncovering her every secret. Sakura's face blushed prettily as she averted her eyes. Her heart was beating wildly, and it seemed that the room suddenly became a lot warmer.

"Would you excuse me for a moment? I need some fresh air, I feel rather faint," she said to her present company, and they nodded, although Koenma peered at her curiously, wondering what it was that made his friend's face so red.

Sakura stepped out through a pair of glass French doors onto a balcony. In front of her stood the Tokyo tower, and surrounding it were the blinking lights of all those who lived in the crowded city of Tokyo. As the small spots twinkled, Sakura let out a small sigh, admiring the view. The sky was a clear panorama of shining starts and the moon was large and full, giving off a wonderfully pale silver light. The rays seem to dance upon the rhinestones of her velvet green cocktail dress. The dress clung to her wonderfully, leaving her shoulders bare except for two thin straps that held it on. The had a sash around her waist which, although was not as wide as an obi, was tied as though it were one. The skirt continued to cling to her hips and upper thighs, then billowing around her ankles prettily. Rhinestones decorated the neckline, straps, sash, and borders of her dress. Her hair, instead of in her usual pigtails, was now gathered at the back of her head and clasped with a rhinestone-decorated barrette. A thin, silver necklace with a large emerald hung from her neck, and she wore matching, dangling silver earrings. She was indeed a spectacular sight.

Yukito smiled to himself as he looked her over. Then he motioned for a waiter to bring two glasses of red wine over to him. Giving the waiter a nod, he proceeded to the balcony.

And they started dating... and before she knew it, she was in a limo, driving off to a hotel to spend her wedding night with Prince Charming. She cuddled closely to Yukito, who leaned down and whispered "I love you" in her ear. He cupped her face and lifted it towards his to meet in a light kiss. Sakura blushed and buried her face in the lapels of Yukito's tuxedo. Life couldn't be more perfect...

Life couldn't be worse, thought a certain brown haired, amber eyed man as he fumbled through his liquor cabinet. He set down bottle after bottle of alcohol, opened a can of freezing beer, and started gulping. He wanted so badly to get that image out of his head: Sakura, kissing Yukito in her wedding dress. That should have been me, he told himself bitterly, if you hadn't been such a wimp, you could have probably had her with you, been able to hold her and kiss her and love her much better than that snotty jerk. He finished the can of beer, and started for the bottle of cheap wine that someone... who was it?... oh well, that someone bought him for a Christmas present or something of the sort. Without poring it into a glass, he started gulping down the contents of the bottle. A line of the depressant red liquid tricked from his mouth, staining his white dress shirt, but he didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered to him now that Sakura was out of his reach. I'm so stupid! How could I have just let her go like that? I guess it's for the best. Yukito is richer than I am and would provide for her better anyway. That thought was so painful that he took another swig of the wine, emptying the bottle of its content.

He continued to drink himself into a stupor, and when his alcohol source ran out, he was puking in the bathroom. He staggered back out to the living room and collapsed on the couch, drunk and tired. Even so, his dreams were filled with the memories he had of her: working with her, laughing with her whenever she made a silly mistake. He remembered the auburn hair, the adorable smile, the piercingly green eyes. He missed her already.