A WINTER'S TALE
A fiction by moondocc
The Re-written Version of A Winter's Tale

SUMMARY Onscreen, they are Japan's hottest couple. They make multi-million dollar movies and receive great reviews. Offset, they are Japan's worst couple. They fight all the time, they throw things at each other, and everyone around them absolutely abhors them. The catch is, they have to take it all the way…to show!

NOTE the story is completely re-written. there are absolutely no colliding scenes.

CHAPTER ONE

"You're beautiful." Micah whispered, embracing her lips.

Allie smiled prettily, her face glowing under the moonlight. Micah pulled his face away from hers, held her cheeks in both his hands, and gazed into her emerald eyes. "I love you."

"I know you do," she smiled knowingly, yet her eyes reflected orbs of tears and sadness. Micah cradled her head in his arms, kissing her long, auburn hair.

"GODDAMMIT, Allie!" Micah shouted, blood rushing to his bulging face. "Goddammit!"

Allie cuddled in a corner while Micah screamed his lungs at her. "Why? Why did you cry in front of him? He's not your fiancée anymore? Can't you see he's moved on?"

He groaned in frustration. "Why are you so vulnerable to love?"

Allie silently cried as she watched Micah walk across the room and kneeled down next to her. "Why am I so hard to trust?" he whispered so that only she could hear, his soft amber eyes emblazoned in hers. It felt so right to look at her.

Allie sat up straight and wiped away a tear. "Because…because," she stumbled, "because I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you."

Micah gazed at her. "Oh baby," he whispered, pulling her head to his chest.

"Oh…" Tomoyo sighed wondrously, watching the movie for the hundredth time. She sobbed silently, a pile of Kleenex tissues piling next to her. "That Syaoran Li and Sakura Kinomoto. They have so much chemistry."

Chiharu, who had been sitting on the other side of the Kleenex tissues, smiled weakly, and nodded. "This movie always makes me cry my hardest."

"Whenever I watch it, I feel like my life is empty," Tomoyo continued, "like completely meaningless compared to Allie and Micah's. I mean, their love will always prevail."

"Yeah. How wonderful it must be to fall in love like that." Chiharu sighed dreamily.

"I love you." Micah said after a while.

Allie smiled again. They were by the beach, watching the ocean waves in accompaniment of sunset. "I've loved you ever since the first time I set my eyes on you. I saw the most beautiful girl in my life appearing before my very own eyes."

He kissed her again. After a moment of silence, she whispered shyly, "I love you, too."

How he prayed day and night for those three little words!

"I always will, Micah," she smiled again before resting her head on his chest again, breathing evenly. Her auburn hair danced evenly along with the wind, and she closed her eyes peacefully. When she did not move, Micah felt tears running down his cheeks. He kissed her one last time.

"Good bye, Allie. I'll always love you too." He said, regretting that he hadn't said it earlier. He carried her in his arms and walked toward the sea. There, their bodies merged into the one, until even that one small dot camouflaged with the glittering sea.


There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I've awake in the infinite cold
For you sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope


"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho…" Tomoyo and Chiharu began to sob hard, their faces blackened with mascara and blush. "Why did she have to die?" Tomoyo said between sobs, "she was so young…"

Chiharu nodded. The two girls hugged each other until they heard a knock on the door. Quickly moving away from each other, they saw a tall figure emerging from behind the door and then closing it, pressing the button so that it locked.

The girl frowned.

"Tomoyo, Chiharu, are you watching Only Hope again?"

Tomoyo and Chiharu chuckled nervously. "Sakura, I know you don't like us watching unreleased movies, but this is by far my favorite one! I can't stop watching it!"

Sakura frowned again. "It's not that great!" she said and she sat down next to Tomoyo, turning the TV off with the click of a button.

"Yes it is!" Chiharu argued. "It's your best work with Syaoran yet!" Sakura rolled her eyes at the mention of Micah's real name.

"Oops." Chiharu said. Now she's going to get a forty-minute lecture from Tomoyo about how not to talk about Syaoran in front of Sakura.

"In my opinion, they should have chosen someone else to do it." Sakura said simply, examining her nails, trying hard to hide her fury. "They would have done a much better job."

Chiharu doubted that, but she did not press the matter further.

"I mean, he looks like he's completely reciting lines. He's not even acting!" her hands flung around, as if to emphasize the word 'acting'. "Besides, Micah was supposed to be sort of dork-ish yet popular, and all Potato did was to act like a complete dork.

By the looks on their faces, Tomoyo and Chiharu completely disagreed. "Why do you call him Potato again?" Chiharu asked.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Don't you ever listen to anything I say, Chiharu? I only call him potato because he's all brown and yellow (a.k.a. hair and eyes), and he's so tan. He looks like one too."

Chiharu chuckled. Tomoyo shook her head.

"Someone who's so poor at acting doesn't deserve a real name. They should all be named after vegetables."

Tomoyo giggled. She couldn't stop herself!

"What? You think it's funny? I don't think it's funny." Sakura said seriously. "Syaoran Li is the worst actor I have ever worked with."


Sing to me the song of the stars
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
And it feels like my dreams are so cold
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope


"What, are you kidding? Sakura Kinomoto is the worst actor I have ever worked with." Syaoran laughed, appalled by Eriol's accusation of him having a crush on her. "Why would I like a pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin?" Eriol asked, confused.

"Doesn't she look like a pumpkin? Red hair for the skin, green eyes for the beanstalk, round face?" Syaoran joked. "I wonder if anyone had ever told her that she's kind of fat."

Eriol gasped. "That girl weighs 100 pounds and she's five six!"

"Aren't girls that height supposed to weigh 80 or something?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Well, her face is a little bit fat." Syaoran complained. "It's so…round."

"It is not round!" Eriol argued. "It's a perfect egg-shaped face."

"Whatever." Syaoran dismissed Eriol's comment with a wave of his hand. "Just because you have a crush on her doesn't mean I gotta take this. I'm getting outta here." As he promised, he put on a pair of Chanel sunglasses and walked out of his apartment. Eriol followed, but only because he has to. Eriol Hiirigazawa is Syaoran Li's manager and best friend. They are like peas and carrots.

"You're walking a little slow," Eriol said impatiently. Syaoran was thinking about something important, now, thanks for Eriol, he had forgotten all about it. Probably about a supermodel anyway.

"So, have you thought about the deal on A Winter's Tale yet?" Eriol asked carefully. You'll see why in a minute.

Syaoran pondered. "Jimmy Naozumi is directing this film right?"

"Yep. And I heard this is going to be the biggest film this year." Eriol offered, encouraging him.

"What's it about?" Syaoran asked. He needed to know his role before he can accept any offer.

Eriol smiled. He took the bait. "Well, basically it's about two teenagers falling in love at the age of 17, and they were going to go to college together, but the guy didn't get accepted to the college that the girl was going to. He lied about going there, but when she found out, she left and cut off everything related to him."

Syaoran smirked. It was an interesting start.

"He kept writing to her, but she left his letters unopened. Then she got engaged to someone else, and just months before her wedding she meets him again." Eriol continued, enjoying himself. They were walking on the streets now. No one had noticed Syaoran yet. He had a hat on, a large overcoat, and sunglasses although snow was beginning to grace the ground.

"Cliché." Syaoran said. "Go ahead."

"Well, she is an architect, and he turned out to be the manager that they had imported from America. She sees him again, and it rekindled a fire, I guess. But she still refused to talk to him, until one day her friend came over and opened one of the letters he wrote." Eriol breathed. "Guess what was in it?"

"What?" Syaoran offered, uninterested.

"A wedding ring!" Eriol exclaimed. "He proposed to her in a letter!"

Syaoran laughed. How corny, he thought, but he liked it so far.

"So she goes back to him and asks him about it. At first he denied it, then she found his diary—yes, the man keeps a freaking diary—in his office, and every single entry, every single one for the last ten years had something about her."

"Wow." Stalker, Syaoran thought.

"Yep. Amazing isn't it? So they shared a beautiful love during the winter, and when winter was about to end, he found out that he had leukemia." Eriol paused here, letting the effect sink into Syaoran's mind. Syaoran was thinking about something else, his mind not exactly focused.

"They married each other in his house, she wearing the wedding ring enclosed in the letter a long time ago, and he wearing something she had bought him ten years ago. The next day he died." Eriol said sadly.

"Gee, another tragedy." Syaoran was disappointed. All this drama. But then, most people love drama. Although they bet their lives that they're glad it doesn't happen to them.

"Yeah," Eriol nodded sadly. "So whatever happened to her?" Syaoran asked.

"They had a kid. A boy, who looks exactly like his father." Eriol said. "The boy was conceived on the night of their unison."

"So everyone thinks he's a bastard." Syaoran said.

Eriol shrugged. "I think it's just two minutes of a little boy running around the house and she smiling at him as he grows up."

"So you wanna do it? You're the first lead male choice on the list." Eriol prayed Syaoran would agree. Syaoran nodded. It sounded interesting enough. He actually liked it. He felt that it would certainly be more of a success than his last movie, Only Hope.

Eriol silently screamed 'yes'. "So who's the female lead?" Syaoran asked casually. "I hope it's Aoyo Kannahi." Aoyo Kannahi was Syaoran's childhood crush. Well, not childhood, teen-hood. After all, he's only 23. Aoyo's seven years senior.

Eriol chuckled nervously. "No, they say Aoyo's not pretty enough." Syaoran frowned. "What about Shibuu?" Eriol shook his head. "Oh no. Oh no no no no no no. You're not setting me up with Kinomoto are you?"

Eriol looked away.

Syaoran screamed right in the street.


I give you my destiny
I'm giving you all of me
I want your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs
I'm giving it back


"I like the story, it's very interesting," the auburn-haired girl said. She was barely twenty-one, with such innocence on her face that even puppies cannot compare.

Tomoyo smiled. "I knew you would like it. A lot of actresses are actually fighting for the part. You know, you should be honored to be considered the top priority of this movie."

Sakura laughed. "Yeah right, whatever. I know they're just trying to make Syaoran and I work together again. I don't particularly like working with him…"

Tomoyo stared.

"OK, I hate working with him. But I don't understand why people call us a couple. I mean, yeah we're couples onscreen, but we absolutely abhor each other in real life. It's so gay."

"You should watch your movies, then you'll see."

Sakura frowned. "My movies aren't worth watching. I'd rather watch works of others. I mean, mine is…horrible."

Tomoyo said gently, "Sakura, why do you think your movies broke box office records? You're too successful for a 21-year-old. If it weren't for us taking a big chance, I would be working behind a cash register in Donny McWow and you'd be washing toilets for Tomoeda High."

Sakura winced, clearly hurt. "I didn't flunk that bad…"

"Whatever, Sakura." Tomoyo smirked, and walked toward the door. She closed it gently behind her, leaving Sakura to think about her deal with Jimmy Naozumi. She used to have a crush on Jimmy, or so she thought. She watched his films when she was young and fell in love with the dashing director who's barely 25. Now he's thirty, she thought. Just the perfect age for her.

"Thirty, flirty." She whispered. "Thirty, flirty." She knew that deep in her heart, the only reason she took this job was because he was directing it. Otherwise, no way in hell would she work with Syaoran again…on their 3rd movie together, plus two other Japanese dramas. It would just be too much.


and I lay my head back down
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now
You're my only hope


"Good morning, Mr. Naozumi," A blue-haired man said politely, shook Jimmy's hand, and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

"Ahh, welcome, Mr. Eriol, Mr. Li, I've been expecting you." Mr. Naozumi said warmly as he gestured for his secretary to get them a cup of water. "No thanks," Syaoran mouthed.

Mr. Naozumi stared at Syaoran in a weird way, but continued. "As you know, we have already cast everybody for this part. The lead male role will be played by Mr. LI, and the lead female role—"

At this he stopped. Someone kicked open the door, from behind came a muffled scream. When the door was thrust open, the scream was fully apprehended. In fact, it wasn't a scream at all, Sakura Kinomoto was talking loudly on her cell phone. Syaoran shook his head. He hated people who have no manners in front of others.

"—What do you mean you won't get me a coffee frappacino?" Sakura screamed at the receiver. "Are you out of your mind? I don't want Starbuck's coffee! I want Jack's coffee, wherever that man gets it!" At this Syaoran rolled his eyes. "No, no," Sakura continued yelling, "I don't care how long it will take you to find it. You are my secretary, and you will do as I please. Now, I have to go, I expect Jack's coffee in half an hour. I have a very important meeting to attend to."

Syaoran couldn't help himself from chuckling. "Look how she abuses her secretary!" he whispered to Eriol, who didn't seem very pleased by Syaoran's comment.

"Yes, Yes, ok, goodbye Francine. I love you too. Bye." Sakura sighed loudly, while Tomoyo stood next to her, embarrassed. Jimmy gave them a weird look.

"Sorry about that," Sakura felt her face flushing. "It's just that…it's so early in the morning and I really need Jack's coffee to wake me up."

Syaoran smirked. "Why don't you just buy this Jack person, Sakura? Or maybe, gee, I don't know, make him your slave for something?"

Sakura stared with intense hatred. Sensing apprehension, Naozumi interrupted.

"—As I was saying, the female role will be played by Sakura Kinomoto," Mr. Naozumi finished, giving Sakura a patient smile. Did she blush? Syaoran thought. Hmmm. Maybe not. Maybe it was just his foul imagination. Since why did Kinomoto's face ever get red?

Sakura and Tomoyo shuffled in their seats opposite of Syaoran and Eriol's, both shooting death glares from a floor apart. Jimmy chuckled nervously. He knew they weren't friends at all, though he didn't know why.

"Well, since you guys have already met, I will introduce to you your roles." Jimmy announced.

Sakura smiled prettily, making sure that Jimmy noticed. He nodded and gave her a warm smile back.

"Well, since you're both here, Noah Dao will be played by Syaoran Li, while Rosaline Ohiro will be played by Sakura Kinomoto. The name of Noah isn't Chinese, I know. We're trying to set the scenes in China." Syaoran and Sakura nodded at this, though not paying attention. Sakura was still thinking about ways to murder Syaoran without affecting her personal look in Naozumi's eyes.

"You guys can call me 'Jimmy', or 'Jim', or by my Japanese name, Kyo. Whichever one you want. Since I am not much older than the both of you, calling me 'mister' makes me feel…like a hag." He went on laughing at his own joke, while Sakura attempted a small giggle. Syaoran rolled his eyes.

Naozumi's cell phone beeped in his pocket. "Oops, I got to go!" he glanced at both Sakura and Syaoran.

"Well, Noah, Rosaline, we'll begin shooting tomorrow!" Jimmy smiled, and walked out the door, leaving Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Eriol stranded in his huge office.

"Little Miss Rosie," Syaoran began, his voice full of sarcasm, "what a beautiful name wasted on an untalented actress like you!"

Sakura pouted. "Who are you? Trying to save two animals of each kind so you can save the world? Think again, Noah."

Syaoran laughed, much to Sakura's displeasure. "I'll think all I want, Rosie, as long as I'm saving the world, there wouldn't be a place for you."

Sakura gasped. The audacity of that self-absorbed man! Usually she always voluntarily offered answers at the tip of her tongue, but Tomoyo decided to ease the tension between the two. "There, there, we don't want Rosie and Noah to show up with big bruises to screen tomorrow do we now? Besides, Sakura needs to memorize her lines. So do you, Li." Tomoyo smiled kindly. Syaoran had always wondered why Sakura can't be as calm and as collected as her manager.

"Yes, well, bye Ms. Daidouji." Syaoran said politely and Eriol nodded at Sakura and Tomoyo. Sakura stifled. Syaoran wouldn't even recognize her presence!

After they shut the door behind them, Sakura heaved out a sigh, letting Tomoyo know that yes, she was very frustrated, and no, she doesn't want to work with that potato.

"I think we have a very interesting day before us tomorrow, Sakura," Tomoyo smiled warmly. Sakura stuck out for tongue.

"If you mean interesting, then yes, Li Syaoran will be toasted and eaten like potatoes are supposed to."


To be continued…

Author's Note: How did you like this new version huh? It's like… completely different from the old one except they're still movie stars and they're still in a movie together, but this one is better and more improved! Heeheheheh. You're welcome to read the other A Winter's Tale if you'd like. But I'm not going to update that one. I'm very much intrigued with this one.