|Anything but Ordinary Life
Author: Kat097 PM
SS ET : Sakura is a normal seventeen year old. Until her family finally decides to let her know she has been part of an arranged marriage. She has to spend 3months getting to know this guy. What could possibly happen in 3months?A lot actually! FINISHED!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Sakura K. & Syaoran L. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 39,831 - Reviews: 410 - Favs: 133 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 08-25-03 - Published: 05-18-03 - Status: Complete - id: 1349018
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Disclaimer – I own nothing. What a pain.
This is only my second CCS fic, so go easy. Please! I quite liked the idea of Sakura having a bit more attitude and riding a motorbike. Also, I'm English so if you don't understand something please tell me and I'll try to translate it. I have this problem a lot!
There'll be no magic in this fic. Mostly because I can't be bothered to write it in. Lazy me!
Chapter 1: Anything But Ordinary!
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Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody, rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary
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Sakura Kinomoto emerged from school feeling great. Her best friend, Tomoyo grinned at the happy look on her friend's face.
"I take it you're looking forward to the weekend?"
"Who doesn't look forward to the weekend?" Sakura replied. She stretched her arms out.
Sakura was seventeen years old. She had light brown hair, cut short, and large, emerald coloured eyes. To any passer-by you would have thought that she was a nice, sweet girl. And you wouldn't be wrong. What you wouldn't think was that this girl happened to have a temper that could flare up quite easily and drive a motorcycle.
But given this, Sakura was happy enough. She lived with her older brother and her father. Her mother had died when she was just a baby, but Sakura didn't dwell on it. She missed her mother, of course, but life was too good to ponder anything else.
Tomoyo was the exact opposite of Sakura. Dark hair and eyes showed up clearly against her pale skin. She was the sort of girl who you could imagine being in a choir, or doing charity work. Which she and Sakura both did, but she looked the part. And she never went on the motorcycle, considering it to be a death-trap.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" Tomoyo asked.
"I don't think so. Do you want to go out somewhere?"
"What about the ice-rink? We haven't been there in a while."
"Sure. Are you bringing Eriol?" A slight tinge of pink touched Tomoyo's cheeks. She smiled.
"If you don't mind."
"Of course not. Eriol's fun."
They had reached Sakura's bike. Tomoyo threw it a dark look then smiled sweetly at Sakura.
"I'll bring my camera tomorrow."
"Because you're so kawaii! You'd be even more kawaii if you didn't ride that bike."
"Hey, there will be no coming between me and the bike! The bike is great! I love the bike!" Sakura cried, wrapping her arms around the black metal. Tomoyo shook her head.
"I can't believe you even named it."
"Everything needs a name!"
"Not a bike! And what sort of name is 'Kero' anyway?"
"A bike's name!" Sakura pulled her helmet on. Tomoyo stood back.
"I'll meet you at eleven, outside the ice rink, ok?"
"Sure. I'll see you later!"
"Bye!" Sakura put her foot down and drove out of the school car park.
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Sakura parked her bike next to her father's car. Her brother's car was there too. That was the first strange thing. He never normally got home this early. Sakura shrugged it off and went inside, clutching her helmet under her arm. Opening the front door she pulled off her leather biker jacket and hung it on the hook.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" she called. Her father's voice floated back.
"We're in the living room. Can you put the kettle on for some coffee?"
"Sure." She went straight to the kitchen. After putting the kettle on, she opened the fridge. It was her turn to make dinner. There wasn't much to use.
Sakura closed the door and went through to the living room. Her father was sitting on the sofa with a Chinese woman and her son, boy of about her age. Sakura stopped and said,
"I'm sorry for interrupting."
"Never mind Sakura. Come and sit down." Her father, Fujitaka said. As she settled nervously in a chair her brother Touya came in. His friend, Yukito, was with him. Sakura smiled at them both.
"Touya, go and make some coffee." Fujitaka said quickly. Touya turned, but then said to Sakura,
"I brought some groceries home for you to make dinner."
"Ok, thanks Touya." The door closed and Sakura was left alone with her father and guests. The boy was looking at her. He had messy, dark hair, and amber coloured eyes. Sort of cute. Sakura looked away, uncomfortable under his gaze. The women smiled and put out her hand to shake Sakura's.
"Konnichiwa Sakura. I am Yelan Li. I was a good friend of your mother's."
"Oh. I mean, nice to meet you."
"And this is Yelan's son, Syaoran."
"Hi." Sakura muttered. The door opened and Touya and Yukito entered. They both sat down, handing out cups. Sakura accepted hers and sipped it. Touya looked at his father.
"Yes. Maybe you and Yukito should go to your room."
"I have to go now, anyway." Yukito said, standing up. He smiled at them all and ruffled Sakura's hair. He had known her since she was a child and she had always felt close to him. Touya sat next to Sakura, looking as if he knew something he'd rather not.
Fujitaka looked at Sakura.
"Sakura, I have something to tell you. Before your mother died, she and Yelan made a sort of agreement."
"Your mother said that she wanted the Li and Kinomoto families to be a family one day. So she said that her first daughter would marry Yelan's first son. That way everyone could be together."
"Dad, this is ridiculous! Sakura's only seventeen!" Touya protested angrily. Sakura stared at her father.
"Dad, what are you talking about? That I'm supposed to get married? To who?"
"To Syaoran." Yelan said pleasantly. Sakura glanced the boy. He looked embarrassed and angry. Sakura looked back at her father.
"So I have no choice? I don't even get a say in this?"
"Of course you do. Yelan and I thought that you and Syaoran could get to know each other. He'll be staying with us for three months. When that time ends you can decide together."
"I'm not going to decide! Did you ever plan on telling me this? There is no way I am getting married to someone I have never met!" Sakura shouted. Touya was standing up now, Fujitaka tried to order the situation slightly.
"Sakura, your mother would have wanted you to try at least."
Sakura ran her fingers through her hair, trying to figure out what her father was saying. Failing in this she got to her feet.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to make dinner."
"Yelan and Syaoran are joining us." He called as she stamped into the kitchen. Touya followed her.
"Did you know about this?" she demanded. He stopped and sighed.
"A few years ago. I found out by accident and Dad asked me not to tell you." Sakura gave an angry groan and sat on a chair. Touya leant on the surface. She said quietly,
"I can't believe he would do this to me!"
"I mean… everything that happened… he knows how I feel about dating people. And now he wants me to get married?"
"I think he's doing it for mother's sake."
"In case no one else has noticed, Mother is dead! Marrying a complete and utter stranger is not going to bring her back!" Sakura said loudly. Touya just looked at her. She turned away.
"Has he forgotten what happened? Everything with Leon?" Her voice broke. Tears streamed down from her eyes. Touya put his arms around her in a hug.
"He hasn't forgotten. I think… I think he's trying to make things better. Trying to prove that not every male is a bastard."
Sakura started to chop vegetables. Touya was slicing some chicken when the door opened. Syaoran was standing there, holding the coffee cups.
"Fujitaka asked me to bring these through so he could talk to my mother alone." He said awkwardly. Touya took the tray and dumped it in the sink. Syaoran sat nervously at the table and watched them prepare dinner. Sakura picked up a carrot and chopped it viciously. Touya stared at her,
"Sakura you're going to-"
"Cut yourself." Sakura clutched her bleeding finger and glared at the knife. Holding the finger under the tap she swore violently under her breath as Fujitaka and Yelan rushed in.
"Sakura, what happened?"
"I just cut myself." She muttered, examining the slice on her finger. Touya passed her a sticking plaster and she covered it. Fujitaka picked up the knife.
"You sit down. Tell us about school."
"I went to it." She said simply, sitting opposite Syaoran and Yelan. Her father gave her a look and she rolled her eyes.
"I failed the maths test, had a cheerleading practise, and I'm going ice-skating with Tomoyo and Eriol tomorrow."
"Are they your friends?" Yelan asked. Sakura replied in a cold voice.
"Tomoyo's my best friend and Eriol is her boyfriend." Fujitaka looked up.
"You could take Syaoran with you tomorrow."
"What?!" Sakura cried
"I can't ice-skate." Syaoran protested. Yelan looked at him.
"Then this is your opportunity to learn."
"Touya can go with you." Fujitaka said happily. Sakura groaned and gave her father a puppy-dog look.
"Don't argue Sakura. And Touya will drive you there. I don't want you driving around on that motorbike."
"Why not? Dad, my motorbike is very important to me!"
"Oh, Syaoran loves motorbikes, don't you? Why don't you show it to him now, before dinner?" Sakura rose, grumbling under her breath. Syaoran followed her outside. He seemed about as pleased as she was. Until he saw the bike, that is. (A/n: I know nothing about motorbike makes. Just go with me here!)
He bent down beside it and examined it closely.
"A '98 Thunderbolt 5000! I can't believe you have one of these! This is one of the best makes there is!"
"I know." Syaoran ran his hand over the smooth black seat and looked closely at the picture of a small yellow face on the side. It sort of resembled a teddy bear with really big ears.
"My symbol. It's a toy I made up, called Kero. That's what my bike's called." Sakura told him, sitting on the wall. Syaoran grinned.
"You named your bike too?"
"You have a bike?"
"It's down on the pavement. It's got an angel on it. It's called Yue."
"Is that a Chinese thing?"
"No… I just like that name." Sakura looked away, picking a flower from the flowerbed. A voice called from the house.
They sat down to eat dinner. Sakura and Syaoran were facing each other but avoided each other's eyes at all costs. Fujitaka and Yelan kept up a running conversation all through dinner. As they finished eating Touya started to clear the table. Fujitaka and Yelan exchanged glances. Yelan said,
"Well, Sakura… What sort of things do you enjoy doing?"
"Riding my bike. Cheerleading."
"Sakura can sing wonderfully. She does karaoke with Tomoyo on Wednesday nights." Fujitaka said. Sakura threw him a glare. Yelan turned to Syaoran.
"Syaoran likes bikes too. He's very good at his schoolwork and he wants to be a successful computer-business man when he's older."
"Thankyou Mother." Syaoran grumbled.
"What do you want to be Sakura?"
"I dunno. Haven't really thought about it that much." She mumbled in reply. Yelan and Fujitaka exchanged frustrated glances. Fujitaka turned to his daughter.
"Sakura, why don't you tell Syaoran and Yelan a little bit about yourself?"
"Fine. My name's Sakura Kinomoto. I'm seventeen. I like riding bikes and singing. And I don't want to get married."
"Well, my name's Syaoran Li. I'm seventeen and I like bikes too. I have no desire to get married either."
"Will you two stop it? Just give this a chance!" Fujitaka complained. Yelan nodded in agreement. Sakura got to her feet.
"I'm going to bed." She said sulkily, before running upstairs. Syaoran looked the other way.
Yelan and Fujitaka both sighed. This was going to be a challenge.
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I know this type of story has been done to death. But I don't care! I've always wanted to write one, I just never got around to writing it.