A/N: Here I am, back with the final and last chapter of CinderSakura! Manami-haters will definitely be satisfied this chapter, that's all I'm saying. Now READ!

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or Glass Shoes.


By: Lotus Dreams

Chapter 20: Marry Me, Will You?

Sakura held the phone up to her ears, looking through the glass at Manami. She was picking up the phone on the other side, looking grim, defeated, and grumpy. Well, she should be, since she was in jail charged with identity theft and for sending people to beat up her own father.

"What do you want?" were the first words Manami snarled into the phone.

"I just wanted to visit you," said Sakura calmly. "How are you doing?"

"Oh, fine, fantastic, great," Manami retorted sarcastically. "Jail is so much fun."


"I don't even know why you're here," Manami spat, "What, are you just here to laugh at little old me?"

"No, I'm not," said Sakura quietly.

"No really," said Manami, "you don't have to pretend. I mean, after all I've done to you...pretty pathetic, pretending to be you, and then spending a good fraction of your brother's money, trying to steal your little Prince Charming...aren't you going to point and scorn?"

"No," Sakura replied.

"Aren't you even one bit angry at what I did?" Manami asked incredulously.

Sakura paused. "Well," she said slowly, "Not really...I mean, I don't know why you hate me so much, and what drove you to do these things, but I guess you have your own reasons. I can sort of understand that. Plus...you know what they always say..."


"Forgiveness is God's greatest gift." Sakura smiled at her. "Besides...I mean...we've lived together for 10 years...we're practically sisters, right? And sisters do a lot of bad things to each other occasionally, but in the end, deep down in their heart, they still love each other, right?"

Manami could only stare at her.

"You know what though? Jail uniform really doesn't suit you," Sakura commented.

Manami's face instantly twisted into an ugly scowl. I knew it! She was only here to make fun of me! And she said all that shit about sisters and forgiveness, what a bit -

"So," said Sakura pleasantly, "I've arranged a lawyer for you. Hopefully, she'll get you out as soon as possible."

Manami's eyes widened. She...she arranged a lawyer for me?

"Time's up," someone called.

Just before Sakura hung up on the phone, she said, "I hope it isn't too bad in jail. I'll visit you every day, it must be lonely to be in a cell." She smiled at her again. "I hope that when you get out, we can become friends."

Then, she hung up.

Later that day, when Manami was forced to go back to her cell with her hands above her head, she thought about what Sakura had told her earlier that day...everything she had said...

Forgiveness is God's greatest gift.

We're practically sisters, right? And sisters do a lot of bad things to each other occasionally, but in the end, deep down in their heart, they still love each other, right?

So, I've arranged a lawyer for you.

I guess you have your own reasons.

I hope it isn't too bad in jail.

I can sort of understand that.

I hope that when you get out, we can become friends.

Forgiveness is God's greatest gift.

"What have I done?" whispered Manami. For the first time since she had stolen Sakura's identity, she felt...guilt. Guilt. She felt guilty. She felt as if she had done something wrong. She felt as if she had stolen something away from somebody. Sakura could have been raised in a wealthy family, but she was instead forced to live with her middle-class family...after everything Manami had done to her, she still forgave her...why?

Because forgiveness is God's greatest gift.

"Greatest gift," murmured Manami.

We can become friends.


We're practically sisters, right?


But in the end, deep down in their heart, they still love each other, right?

Manami's eyes filled with tears and her hands flew up to her face. "I'm a monster," she whispered to herself. "I don't deserve a girl like Sakura...I don't deserve her kindness. I'm not human. I'm not fit to live..." She rocked back and forth on her hard bed, biting her nails. "I'm not human, I'm not fit to live, I'm not human..."

Then her hands gripped her bed sheets. Eyeing them, Manami came to a decision. She began to rip the bed sheets into thin strips, and tying them, all the while whispering, "I'm not human, I'm not fit to live, I'm not human, I'm not human..."

The next day, the prison guard was delivering Manami's meal to her when he discovered that she had died. During the night time, she had made some sort of rope with the ripped bedsheet and hanged herself.

"Thank you for taking the time to come here," said Syaoran in perfect English, shaking the hands of two of Kinomoto Inc.'s American clients. "Would you like to join us for dinner?"

"Oh no," said Will, one of the clients. "We already have plans with Mr. Kinomoto Touya."

"Ah," said Syaoran, nodding. "Well then, I hope you two will enjoy."

Mary, the other one, smiled at him. "Thank you for your gracious invitation though," she added. "Good bye."

"Good bye," replied Syaoran.

Sakura was waiting for him as he exited the large building. She had long finished her work and grinned at Syaoran as he came out.

"How was your day?" she asked in a pleasant voice.

"Good, good, Will and Mary - the two American people - they seem geniunely interested, and I was going to invite them for dinner, but they refused," said Syaoran conversationally. "What about you?"

Immediately Sakura's face fell. "Manami committed suicide."


Sakura nodded. "She hung herself. She was discovered this morning, the prison gave me a call. They thought I should know."

"What about her parents...?"

"They're devastated. Manami was their only daughter, after all."

Syaoran shook his head. Yes, he did hate Manami, but he never wished for her to be dead...the news was a bit of a shock to him, but he reminded himself, stay focused on the task you planned out today.

As Sakura climbed into the car and fastened her seatbelt, Syaoran started the ignition and told her casually, "You know, I'm thinking of inviting Will and Mary to dinner tomorrow, but I have trouble with the seating plan."

Sakura frowned. "Seating plan? Why are you worried about the seating plan?"

Syaoran had to hide a grin. "Oh, well, you know, I can't really decide."

"Why can't you three just decide there?"

"Four," corrected Syaoran, "You're coming with me."

"Okay then, why can't we decide right there?"

Syaoran shrugged. "Because. But anyway, I'm puzzled as to how we should be seated."

"I'm puzzled as to why someone like you would be worrying about something this stupid."

"Aw come on, give me some possibilities."

"Yeah, sure, you, Will, Mary, me, DONE." Syaoran almost laughed. You will marry me. He smirked. Oh, yeah, Sakura, I sure as hell will marry you.

"Syaoran? Answer me!"


"WHAT? Why?"

"Will shouldn't sit beside Mary."

"Huh? And why is that?"


"No tell me."

"Just because."

Sakura frowned. "Well, if you don't want Will beside Mary, then just say so...although since they're both American clients in Japan, they probably should be sitting beside each other so they can communicate..."

"Nonsense," insisted Syaoran. "Try again."

"Um..." Sakura thought for a moment. "Mary, you, Will, me?"

"Nuh-uh. Trying switching me and you around."

"So...Mary, me, Will, you?"

Syaoran didn't answer. And when Sakura looked up at him, he was grinning. A wide grin.

Then he said, "As you wish."

"N-N-Nani? What are you talking about? I didn't wish for anything..." Then she realized what she just said.

Mary me Will you?

Marry me, will you?

Sakura's eyes widened. "Oh. My. God. Did I just say that?" she whispered.

"Yup, you did," replied Syaoran, barely concealing his laughter.

"Well," said Sakura, trying to sound as dignified as possible, "I take that - "

"Back?" Syaoran finished for her. "You might want to think twice about that."

At this point, Syaoran and Sakura had pulled up in front of Sakura's enormous house, and he was already taking the key out of the ignition. Sakura turned to open the door, but Syaoran quickly pressed a button, and the door locked.

"You know," he said, looking at her, serious now, "We've known each other for a long time - maybe not as long as normal couples before doing this, but I think it's long enough."

"Wh...What are you talking about?" stammered Sakura.

Syaoran gave a theatrical sigh. "Sakura, I haven't been honest with you," he said dramatically.

Sakura had a feeling he was going somewhere with his little clich├ęd line, so she kept her mouth shut, trying to decipher what he really meant. After all, she knew Syaoran well enough that when he said stuff dramatically, it usually wasn't serious.

"I already came up with a seating plan," said Syaoran solemnly.

Aha, I was right! she thought. Before she could say, "That's okay" or something along the lines of that, Syaoran had already continued. From his pocket, he pulled out a little dark blue velvet box. Opening it, he revealed a beautiful and positively magnificent golden ring, with a tiny diamond set in the center that sparkled. Sakura inhaled sharply.

"Kinomoto Sakura...Will you Mary me?" he asked.

Her hands flew up to her mouth. Oh my God, she thought, he's...he's proposing to me. Syaoran proposing to me! Holy crap, he's proposing to me! If I were to die right now at least I'd die happy...oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...and he said it in the sweetest of ways...Will you Mary me...seating plan...no wonder...She was touched. Really touched. And exhilarated. And excited beyond her wildest dreams.


Oh, yeah, he's waiting for my answer, Sakura remembered.

She threw her arms around him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Hell yes!" she yelled. "Hell yes, I'll marry you, Syaoran!"

He laughed and hugged her back. Sakura was the first to pull back, her smile dazzling.

"You know what else?" she said.


"I like your seating plan."

Laughing, he pulled her into a kiss.

When they arrived at Sakura's house and told Touya of the news, Touya was overprotective at first, but because he knew Syaoran already and knew that he was a trustworthy and honest person, he finally gave in and gave them their blessing. Of course, he delivered the usual big brother speech, too:

"Li Syaoran, I know that you're a good person and you'll take care of Sakura, but I'm going to tell you this anyway. Not because I don't trust you, but because it's my duty to and to give you a warning. Now, if you ever - EVER EVER EVER - hurt Sakura in any way, physically, emotionally, or verbally, you will not only suffer my yelling, but you shall suffer my beatings. Oh yes, I don't care if I'm the CEO/president/boss of one of the most flourishing companies in Japan, and I do not care that it will ruin my image by pummelling one of my workers into pulp, so if you EVER make her hurt then I will make you hurt. A lot. A LOT more than she will hurt. In fact, I will make you hurt so much I will also fire you if you ever hurt her, so in addition to being beaten and screamed and cursed at by me, you shall lose your job and the salary that goes with it. So I'm warning, don't you EVER harm my little sister, and don't you EVER make her cry, you understand?" (A/N: In this fic, Touya actually approves of Syaoran because he's known him for a long time as they have been working together for a while, so no, no Touya-bashing-Syaoran.)

And Syaoran replied, "Of course."

And Sakura replied, "Shut up Touya, he's not going to hurt me."

And Tomoyo replied, "Yeah, and you wasted so much time delivering that stupid speech when I could be making arrangements to Sakura's wedding dress!"

And everybody sweatdropped.

To say that Tomoyo was a good fashion designer is an understatement. In fact, it is a MAJOR understatement. She was a superb fashion designer. She was magnificent. She was a natural born genius at it.

She was plain awesome.

Sakura's wedding dress was a strapless one, made of shiny white satin. There was a large, beautifully done rose sewn onto the front of the dress, and a line of small roses decorated the hem. The waistline of the dress was studded with small silver jewels. The dress trailed at least two feet behind Sakura. A sash that was tied around the back completed the dress, as well as an intricately made veil with sparkles sprinkled across it. To complete the look were white silk gloves. To match the dress was a thin silver necklace with a white rose hung on it, as well as white rose earrings and white high-heels studded with small silver jewels similar to the ones on the dress. Especially for the occasion, Tomoyo had done Sakura's hair so that it framed her face in soft auburn curls. However, Sakura simply refused to put on makeup; not even a dab of lipstick. Tomoyo begged and pleaded, but Sakura refused to put on makeup. In the end, Tomoyo gave up. "You look gorgeous without makeup anyway," she reasoned.

The day of the wedding was a nice one. They were to be married outside, and luckily, there were no signs of rain, not a cloud in the sky, and a bright golden sun. As Sakura walked arm in arm with Syaoran towards the priest, she felt sad that her grandfather wouldn't be able to come. Or Manami. Or Korin. However, Makiko and Matsuo were invited, and although Touya was a little reluctant to let them in, he didn't show it.

Syaoran whispered in her ear as they approached the priest, "Are you ready for this?"

"As ever," she replied, smiling at him. They reached the priest.

And the priest began to speak. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the presence of these witnesses, to join Kinomoto Sakura and Li Syaoran in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore - is not by any - to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly- but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Nobody spoke. The priest continued with his speech. Then, he said, "Do you, Li Syaoran, take Kinomoto Sakura to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." The best man of the wedding, Syaoran's good friend Hiirigizawa Eriol handed him the ring, which he slipped onto Sakura's finger.

"Do you, Kinomoto Sakura, take Li Syaoran to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." She slipped the other ring that they had gotten after Syaoran had proposed to her onto Syaoran's finger.

"I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

And so, sealed with a kiss, that day they were wed.

Tomoyo sipped from her glass, watching contentedly as the many couples invited as well as the wedding couple danced. She had come without a date, and was sitting alone at a table with only a glass of wine as company.

A man in a suit walked towards her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked pleasantly, smiling. He had dark blue hair, and a pair of warm, welcoming dark eyes behind a pair of glasses. She recognized him as the best man, who had delivered an impressive speech.

"Sure," she replied, returning the smile.

"I'm Eriol," he said, holding out his hand, "I'm Syaoran's good friend."

Tomoyo nodded, accepting his hand. "Yes - well, you'd have to be, if you're the best man. I'm Daidouji Tomoyo." To her surprise, he didn't shake her hand, but held to his lips and kissed it. She felt her cheeks heat up. Wow...now that's something you don't see every day.

"Pleased to meet you," he said. Tomoyo could only smile weakly in return.

"Um - thanks," she squeaked. Funny how she could snap and yell at Manami and then bitchslap her with such force and confidence, yet a kiss of the hand from a charming, good-looking guy could make her practically melt into her chair...

"Care to dance?" he asked her. "A girl like you shouldn't be sitting here all alone."

Would I like to dance? NO DUH! "Sure," she managed in a nonchalant voice, and taking her hand, he led her from the tables and towards the dancing couples.

After the wedding, when Syaoran and Sakura were in the back of the limousine and Sakura had thrown the flowers (not surprisingly, Tomoyo caught it), Syaoran told her, "You know what?"


"Haven't you ever thought about the past 10 years of your life as a whole...I dunno...Cinderella story?"

"Are you trying to say that I remind you of Hilary Duff?" Sakura demanded in mock outrage.

Syaoran laughed. "No...but you know, think about it, you are a sort of Cinderella. I mean, you had an evil stepmother..."

"She wasn't that evil!"

"But she made you do chores, you told me, right?"

"Yeah," Sakura admitted.

"...And there you have your evil stepsister, Manami..."

"Hey," said Sakura softly, "Manami just died recently. Don't call her evil."

"Oh alright then..."

"But wait, where's my fairy godmother?" Sakura frowned.

"...Um...how about Tomoyo?" Syaoran ventured. "After all, she did design your fabulous dress. And the hair, too. And, she arranged the transportation."


"And of course," said Syaoran snobbily, "There's me."

"There's you?" said Sakura in an astonished voice. "What do you represent in my story?"

"You should know."

"No I don't. One of the mice? A pumpkin?"

Syaoran was offended. "A pumpkin? Lady, you should know that I am obviously way too suave to be a pumpkin!"

"Hmm..." Sakura continued their little game, pretending to think about it. "I don't know. The glass slipper?"

He couldn't take it anymore. "I'm your Prince Charming, baka!" he exclaimed. "I'm the handsome, smart, perfect man who gets swept away by your beauty and you fall in love with me and now we're married!"

"No you're not." He tackled her onto the backseat, laughing.

"Yes I am." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Okay, you are."

"Which means that I need one of your glass slippers to know where you are!" Wrestling her, he stole one of her shoes.

"Ow!" laughed Sakura. "That hurt." She pouted. "Some Prince Charming you are."

Syaoran's bottom lip stuck out and he put on a dejected expression. Sakura rolled her eyes. If the people at Kinomoto Inc. could see him now. "Aw come on," she cooed, "don't be sad..." She kissed him on the cheek.

He kissed her on the lips, tired of playing their little game. "I'm not," he murmured.

Sakura smiled. "I love you, my Prince Syaoran."

"Love you too, Sakura." He paused. "Or rather...CinderSakura."

And he pulled her to him for another kiss.

The End

Oh God...this has got to be the corniest thing I've EVER written. I copied some of the wedding details from other sites, so don't expect that priest speech to be original.

I hope everyone's happy! Most people were asking for me to kill off Manami, because she was such a bitch, so I did. And Sakura and Syaoran are together forever. Tomoyo and Eriol seem to have a promising start. I doubt there'll be a sequel, though...

Well, unfortunately, I can't respond to all of the reviewers, but I would still like to thank everyone who has taken to time to read AND review, it's what keeps me inspired. The Veiled Piano Mistress and Stuck With You will be easier to update now, and they both will be finished now that my first story has come to and end. Once again, thanks to all reviewers! I only ask you to review one last time. Thanks!

- Lotus Dreams