Windowsill

Summary: Syaoran is extremely withdrawn and pitiless. In comes Sakura, a girl who satisfies his every uncanny need. Can an empty shell be restored?

Disclaimer: All character rights reserved to Clamp.

Author’s Note: This fic will not be pure smut. Yes, it does have a plot. Enjoy!

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Windowsill: Ch 1. Reflection

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Syaoran’s POV


People often mistake that money is the key to true happiness. That money can solve all problems. That money brings us closer. Iie. I’ll have to disagree. Though my family’s fortune thrives throughout Asia, from Hong Kong to Japan and back, there is no happiness behind our prosperous world.


Nothing but many grievances. We ran over-the-top businesses, we owned regal estates, and we seldom partook in the stock market industry. Our lifestyle was said to be beyond extravagant and exceeding surreal. Again, I’ll have to disagree. I’ve never known the pleasures of bliss and joy. Of contentment.


My life as a Li, I’ve faced many harsh obstacles. I’ve learned to distrust, to hate, and to endure. My parents’ marriage is quite messy, you know. They are the most unloving couple on earth, and are constantly involved in secret affairs. What bothered me the most was the fact that it was an obvious affair.


Because of that, I suffered. I wondered what feelings were shared between my parents when they decided to have me. Maybe there was none to begin with. Maybe I was born out of love, and that it was duty to supply an heir to the Li Clan was why I was born. Whatever it was, I wished I was never born.


I didn’t understand why my parents stayed married when they no longer loved each other. A divorce would have been easier on all of us. But you see it’s not exactly that easy. The press would be at their footsteps, and reputation would be at stake if they ever separated. Yet, the affairs continue. I can’t erase the anger and pain I’ve endured. I will never forgive them.


There is no happiness behind my life. All I ever felt was misery. Despite all the money to last me a lifetime, I feel a sense of deprivation. Of emptiness. I am jealous of those who live in sheer joy. But then again, can happiness truly be achieved? Can arising problems be overcome? Will I ever feel satisfaction in life?


Iie, iie, iie.


All my life will ever be is an empty shell.

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Tonight, an important social gathering was taking place at the Li residence, held within their grand ballroom. Relatives were invited, friends were invited, and families belonging to affluent businesses were especially invited. One family that the Lis looked forward to the most was the Kinomotos.


Fujitaka Kinomoto, the male leader of the Kinomoto household, was famous for his archaeological dig in Egypt which led to many famous tombs belonging to old kings and queens to be unearthed. However, being an archaeologist was merely Fujitaka’s hobby that coincidentally made him millions. He also did architectural designing for skyscrapers and massive buildings.


With all this fortune, the Kinomotos almost rivaled the Lis.


“ I see you have arrived, ” Yelen said, greeting Fujitaka and his family. She smiled. “ You have such an attractive family, especially that daughter of yours. ”


“ Aa, you mean Sakura, ” Fujitaka stated.


“ Hai, hai. Remember our conversation a couple of weeks ago?” Yelen inquired, gently smoothing down her midnight gown.


“ Oh yes. About your son, ” Fujitaka confirmed, a bright gleam in his eyes. He looked around the room. “ Where is he by any chance? I am anxious to meet him. ”


Yelen shook her head. “ These days my son refuse to attend our monthly functions. You can say he is at a rebellious stage. ” She grimaced.


“ Daijoubu, Yelen Li-san. I had a bit of a hassle trying to get my son, Touya, to come here as well. ”


Yelen sighed solemnly. “ You’re lucky you got him here. But in my own mansion, our Xiaolang wouldn’t even go downstairs for a few minutes just to greet our guest. It’s been hard raising him, and I’ve disappeared most of his life due to the heavy workload. Perhaps this is him getting back at me. ”


Fujitaka chuckled. “ Perhaps. ”


“ I just want to find some way to ready him for leadership. To coax him to come outside his room for once. It’s really getting unhealthy, and he barely sees his friends anymore. He can never rule our clan in his condition. I try to see him nowadays, but he always prefers to be alone. Sometimes he locks his door just to keep me out. ”


“ Maybe we can solve this problem, ” Fujitaka said.


Yelen looked up. “ Is that so? Do you have an idea in mind? ”


“ Aa. ”

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The night seemed to grow even darker as certain events unfolded. The dancing sessions have begun, and elegant music started to stream the room in a mellow beat. In the meantime, Sakura went though crowds of dancers in search for her close friend, Tomoyo Daidjouji. When Sakura spotted Tomoyo by the punch bowl, she scurried right over, greeting her friend in breathless pants.


“ I finally found you, Tomoyo-chan! I’m so surprised I did. This place is big! ”


Her friend, Tomoyo, giggled. “ It’s roughly half the size of a football field, Sakura-chan. ”


“ Wah! No way! That’s …Sugoi! ”


Feeling a bit dry mouthed, Sakura decided to pour herself some punch. She grabbed the ladle and began to pour the cherry colored liquid into her cup. As she did so, Tomoyo gently nudged her. “ Ne, Sakura-chan, it looks like your father is trying to grab your attention. ”


Sakura cautiously looked up. “ Otou-san, ” she mumbled. She saw her father’s hand gestures, waving to her and beckoning her to him. Sakura concealed a smile. “ Wakari masu Otou-san! ” Sakura glanced at Tomoyo. “ Gomen ne. I’ll be just a second. ”


Tomoyo grinned. “ Mata ne… ” she bid to her dear friend as Sakura pranced away.


Once again, Sakura made her way through a thick throng of people. She nearly collapsed when she finally got to her father. She noticed another woman with him. “ Ara, ” she blurted and suddenly bowed. “ Yelen Li-sama… Mmm …Konban wa, ” she said in courtesy, rising back up as she finished up her acknowledgment.


Yelen smiled. “ My, she is quite the polite and delicate one …Perfect.”


Sakura cocked an eyebrow. “ Eh? ”


Fujitaka grabbed Sakura by the shoulders, making her face him. “O-Otou-san, ” she sputtered. Fujitaka grinned, releasing her and smoothing down his daughter’s silken hair in animation. Sakura’s eyes just widen as her father began his strange ministration.


“ Sakura, you are nineteen today, ” he recognized.


“ Um… ”


“ Of course you are my daughter! ” Fujitaka said happily.


Sakura looked at Yelen, who too seemed overjoyed. Sakura laughed nervously. “ Otou-san, ” she whispered into her father’s ear. “ I don’t see your point. ”


Rich laughter left Fujitaka’s throat. “ The point is very clear if you only listen and not interrupt. Sakura, as I was about to say, how do you feel about marriage? ”


Sakura sweat dropped. “A-Ano… Ehhh, I’m far too young to think of such things, actually. ”


Yelen put her arms around Sakura’s shoulders. Sakura nearly jumped. “ Sakura, Sakura, Sakura-chan, the legal age to marry is eighteen. You are nineteen. Dakara… You are absolutely ready! ”


Sakura pried away. “ Chotto matte! Are you saying that I’m getting married? ”


Fujitaka and Yelen nodded their heads eagerly. “ Hai, hai, hai, ” came their singsong reply.


Sakura could feel herself go faint at this point. She knew this would happen at some point in her life. She didn’t think it’d be this soon. Well, things like this often happen when you’re born into a rich family. They have something called ‘arrange marriages’. Parents usually want you to marry someone compatible, meaning: someone filthy rich, and most times, that was never the case. That was why arrange marriages had to be enforced to ensure prosperity.


“ Nani?! A-Ano… Who is it? ” Sakura said feebly, dreading their response.


Yelen grinned on ends. “ My son, Syaoran Li. I knew you would be perfect for him because you appear to be a very optimistic person, someone he absolutely needs in his pessimistic of a dark life! ”


‘ Oh really, ’ Sakura thought sarcastically. “ Wait! Hold up! What about me? Is he perfect for me? What about getting our consent first? You guys can’t just plan out my wedding behind my back like that. How would you know if Syaoran Li-san will agree to this? Hello? HELLO! Oiii! ”


Sakura sighed exasperatingly as the two adult suddenly sank into deeper conversation, leaving her out once again. Sakura narrowed her eyes in disdain. “ Okay, I’m going to go to the bathroom now. It would help if someone point out the direction for me… ” …Completely ignored. “ Um, okay, I’m going to venture throughout the mansion, and accidentally get lost, and …not marry Syaoran Li! ”


With that said, she tiptoed away.

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‘ I’ll just run away and pretend none of this ever happened, ’ Sakura thought, running down the dim hallways on the second floor of the Li Estate. The partygoers’ voices began to fade as she covered more distance, quickly ascending another set of staircase. ‘ This mansion’s huger than ours! It’s like a maze. ’ she sweat dropped. ‘ Maybe I will actually get lost. ’


Sakura touched her forehead nervously. “ Maybe I should stop here then, ” she whispered in thoughts, staring at a door, wondering if she should enter and hide out for awhile.


She shrugged her shoulders and opened the door anyways.


Cold air swept outside the room to Sakura’s surprise. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the dark green color of the room’s interior. Though it was very dark inside, Sakura gathered up her wits and went into the room. She shivered faintly at how every object seemed obscure in the darkness. She searched for the light switch and couldn’t seem to find any.


“ Drats, ” she hissed, plopping on the ground in annoyance. She bit her lip in more thoughts. ‘ I guess no one would think I’ll hide here. It’s a creepy room and looks abandoned. ’


She studied the room and saw a king-sized bed displayed in front of her. A bedroom, she noted. Then she wondered whose bedroom this belonged to.


Just then, curtains drew open from the far edge side of the room where the windows should be. Sakura gasped on impulse and shied away into the corner. A man no older than she was appeared to be sitting on the windowsill. His hair was splayed with the soft gleam of moonlight. His jaw line appeared sharp because of the angles of the shadows. And his slender frame looked completely fragile yet also strong as he was lean and muscular. He hadn’t yet noticed she was in his room, seemly lost in deep thoughts.


The man, whose eyes were covered by messy bangs, had his knees gently pulled up so that his toes touched the opposite side of the windowsill. An arm draped across both his kneecaps as the other arm touched the wooden planks that divided the glass windows in sixteen rectangles.


His fingers glided over its rough texture in care. He lifted his chin gently, feeling an unwelcoming aura within his secluded room. His bangs swept to the side as he inclined his head, intense amber eyes noticing a now whimpering Sakura with her back leaned against his door in anticipation.


He narrowed his eyes. “ Who are you? ” he demanded as annoyance flitted across his expression.


“ W-Watashi no namae wa Sakura desu, ” Sakura replied hoarsely, as her throat was all of a sudden strained.


Syaoran inclined his head further back so that the tip of his nose was vertical to the moon. “ Syaoran-desu, ” Syaoran responded back.


Sakura gasped as she heard his name. ‘ T-This is him? The one I’m betrothed to? ’


Sakura could only stare, dumbfounded, when he jumped off the sill in listless weight. “ Sakura-chan, ” he said, a cruel smirk falling into play on his lips as he slowly ambled towards her. “ You are another gift, aren’t you? ”


Sakura raised an eyebrow in perplexity. “ Eh? ”


Syaoran gently shook his head impudently. “ My father …he bought you, didn’t he? ” Syaoran suddenly laughed out loud. “ I’ve told him I didn’t need whores. I’ve tossed the last three out of my room. But strangely, Sakura-chan, you don’t dress in sluttish clothes like the others. ”


Sakura wrinkled her nose. “ I’m not a whore, ” she gritted.


Syaoran let out a grin. “ I’ve read stories like this. Of how girls were kidnapped on the streets and made into whores. It turns out you’re one of them. ” He snorted, “ You’re in denial, sweets. ”


Syaoran was now in front of her, his handsome features expressionless, but his eyes burning like fire. He lifted his hand in front of her, and pointed at his knuckles. Sakura tried to move away, but he glared at her. Sakura exhaled, and looked at his knuckles scattered with scars. She gave him a confused look, wondering what all of this meant.


“ I’ve punched lots of walls before. Do you know why? ” he hissed, latching onto both her wrists and shaking her. “ …Because of sluts like you who tears a family apart. Who makes me suffer as my father go outside at night, lying to all of us that he has to attend to a late night meeting because it was so damn important. But the truth was he was out with his little whores, fucking them for all he was worth. My mother knew it was happening but she didn’t say anything. Since I looked like my father so fucking much, she practically ignores me. And then she starts having affairs herself! ”


Sakura had tears rushing to her eyes, frightened. He was holding onto her wrists so tight, she swore it would snap. “ Itai, itai, itai, ” she cried, trying to break his iron clad grip.


Syaoran’s eyes darkened. “ I’m curious Sakura-chan …Why aren’t you dress in skanky outfits? You can’t seduce me like that. …Why do you look so innocent? ” he asked softly, not even listening for a response. “ Is this your first time whoring? Am I your first? ” he snapped bitterly.


Sakura dropped her head, her hair cascading over her shoulders. ‘ This guy’s out of his mind. Am I seriously going to marry this crazed lunatic? …Kuso. ’


Two fingers pushed her chin up. “ For some reason, you put me in the mood, ” he growled out. “ Come on, ” he hissed, “ let’s make this night memorable. ”


Sakura bit her tongue, holding in a scream as he violently led her to his green satin bed with four long posts. She didn’t know how to react in these sorts of predicaments. Her husband-to-be was about to rape her. She was too scared to even utter a single word. This pure terror had rendered her completely speechless.


Syaoran pushed her on the bed, climbing on top of her on all fours. His face contorted in agitation. “ You should stop crying. This is your life now. I’m supposed to feel good here. So shut the fuck up. ”


As she silently whimpered, Syaoran slowly removed her pink, cherry blossom ornated dress and tossed it carelessly to the ground despite its high cost. He squeezed her breasts through the black padded bra and let his hands glide down her waist. “ You’re so small, ” he muttered, a glazed look in his eyes.


Sakura could only glare at him as he continued to touch her with hands that felt so soft against her skins, despite the many walls they punched. A tingling spasm seemed to spread throughout her body as his fingertips grazed her skin. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the urge to moan. His hands seemed to emit sensations on her body. She could feel herself slowly responding to his fleeting touches.


“ Uhh… ” she moaned, causing Syaoran to glance at her with a haughty smirk.


She bit her lips as another moan left her lips.


She was so lost in his ministrations, that she didn’t realize he was unhooking her bra and lifting her arms to remove them until she suddenly felt a warm wetness engulfing her nipple. She blinked a couple of times and saw only the top of Syaoran’s mop of chestnut hair swaying and rubbing against her chest. Both his hands rested on each side of her breasts as he suckled each nipple.


Sakura enticed another moan. The feelings she received were over the top.


Syaoran licked her nipple, melting the hardened bud in his mouth. He sucked and lapped like a child hungry for milk. Sakura gasped as he suddenly sucked harder, and she threw her arms around him, bringing him closer. Syaoran opened an eye, the fiery amber color glinting. ‘ Slut, ’ he thought insolently.


A sudden desire spread to Sakura’s lower region and she twisted. She unconsciously pressed herself to Syaoran’s evident erection. She moaned harshly as he pushed his erection against her in response. Syaoran could tell she was very wet. Syaoran began to lick the bottom of her breast as she shivered, moving down and planting butterfly kisses on her stomach.


Through the whole process, he had been disbelievingly gentle, ignoring his desperate need for his own release.


He pulled her underwear down, a sensual female scent filling his nose. He stuck out his tongue and pushed its tip inside her moist and soaking cunt. Sakura cried impulsively, clawing his bed sheets as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her. She shuddered as he teasingly flicked his tongue at her clitoris, pleasure seeping in her. He sucked hard, and the tingling grew stronger.


She let out a squealing moan as juices poured from her. Sweat covered her skin in a shimmering glow. As Syaoran finished lapping up her orgasmic fluid, he hastily tore off his pants and drew down his boxers. Sakura gasped, intimidated by the very swollen and very harden manhood.


Frantic in his actions, Syaoran grasped Sakura by the hips. He pushed her legs open with his knee and lowered himself before her slick entrance. Desperately, he thrust inside her and suddenly cried at the tightness, and the tissues ripping upon his rapid entry. Sakura winced as tears suddenly covered her eyes.


Syaoran grunted, lost in the sensation as he pumped in and out of her in quick, swift movements. He grabbed her hips tighter, forcing her cunt down on his hardened member. The feeling was ecstatic. His precum came by little droplets produced by the pleasures of his cock filling her.

His hands roamed and groped her body in desire. Every hard thrust encouraged a moan from each of them. The pleasures each of them received was far from ecstatic. Syaoran suddenly shuddered as his member grew swollen with his seed as Sakura grew even tighter. He groaned and whimpered at the same time, ravishing in the many tingles of pleasure.


He was so close to rapturous orgasm. Just a couple more thrusts. He pounded into her even faster, and pushed in even deeper. He could feel his eyes rolling back into its socket as fierce bliss spread throughout his body. Syaoran moaned loudly as he finally exploded and collapsed, breathing heavily.


He was still inside her, waiting for the sensation to deplete. As every drop of semen came out of him, he pulled out of her, panting slightly as he rolled over, his hard on slowly diminishing into the continuing night


He thought to himself momentarily before sleep swallowed him.


‘ Perhaps there exist a temporary kind of happiness… ’

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To be continued…