A/N: This is my very first CCS fanficand since I'm not used to writing one, reviews with great writing and story advice shall be greatly appreciated and flames shall be ignored. It might be loosely based on Beauty and the Beast but I'm not sure if it's going to be like that and if someone has done a story like this before, I swear it's only a coincidence and I hope you all like this!

Summary: It is 1880 and Tomoyo Daidouji is sent by her gaijin-obsessed mother to live in England with her close friend the cold Eriol Hiragizawa who doesn't believe in love. Will Tomoyo be able to change his views?

Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or its characters and the song Broken Sonnet by the opm band Hale.

Broken Sonnet
Chapter One

I leave my fears behind
Cause tonight I'll be right at your side
Lie down right next to me
Lie down right next to me
And I will never let go, never let go

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A seventeen-year-old Japanese girl with midnight black hair styled in a braid and large purple eyes sat on a bench under a small waiting shed near London's Thames River. She shivered slightly as she rubbed her palms against each other and placed them over her cheeks as she tried to warm herself. The cold winter wind blew against her dry cheeks as she watched different patterned snowflakes fall slowly to the ground, the first sign of snow in England this January. Somehow it seemed to her, that winter would always seem colder and harsher in England than in Japan even if she had only been in England a few hours. She wished that her mother wasn't in such a rush into sending her to live in England for she did not want spend her first few months adjusting in this new country during the harsh cold winter but her mother wanted to send her there as early as possible so that she could prepare for her London Season.

She sometimes suspected that the reason her mother had sent her so early was to get rid of her as soon as possible. They had never been close especially when her father had died when she turned eleven; that was when the rift between them grew even larger as her mother took over the family's locomotors business despite her gender. Soon, they saw each other less and less, to each other's little relief. A few years after her father's death, the family business amazingly boomed and became even more successful than before and her mother soon made close friends among the foreigners, which was the main cause of why she was here. She never knew how it happened but somehow her mother became obsessed about them. She soon hired an English and French tutor for her daughter and started dressing her in Western dresses, it was fortunate that her mother had not started dressing her in those painful corsets she had heard of too, and her mother even had the both of them convert to Christianity so that their religion would be similar to the gaijins.

"Miss Daidouji," a voice came from her arriving guard "An envoy from Mr. Hiiragizawa has arrived." He offered his hand to her. "Shall I take your package Miss Daidouji?"

She shook her head. "No, I shall carry it myself." She replied. The package contained her most important possessions and she refused to entrust it to anyone else but herself. She stood up and followed her guard towards a hansom cab. On its front, a tall woman with long light brown hair stood, with a huge smile on her face.

"Miss Tomoyo Daidouji," she greeted cheerfully. "I am Nakuru Akizuki, cousin of Mr. Hiiragizawa. I shall be accompanying you to his estate in Wessex; all of your luggage has been arranged to be sent ahead and shall be waiting for you once we arrive."

Tomoyo smiled politely. "It is nice to meet you Miss Akizuki." She answered in her best English.

Nakuru smiled again and turned to Tomoyo's guard. "I believe I shall be taking charge of her now, Sir?"

Tomoyo's guard nodded. "Yes," he lifted his cap to Tomoyo. "It has been nice traveling with you Miss Daidouji." He received a smile from her, a smile which showed her most sincere thanks for accompanying her. He bowed and turned and headed away.

Nakuru motioned to the hansom cab driver, who jumped from his seat in front and opened the carriage door and extended his arm to them as he helped Tomoyo and then Nakuru up. He quickly shut the door and soon Tomoyo was left inside alone with Nakuru, who was seated across from her.

"How do you find England so far Miss Daidouji?" she asked her politely.

"It is very nice." Tomoyo replied, her eyes not on Nakuru but on her package.

"I'm glad that you think that Miss Daidouji but I'm sure that when you arrive at Wessex you shall find it more than nice. The English countryside is very beautiful and I'm sure you shall enjoy living there."

"Yes I hope so too." Tomoyo answered. Her eyes left her package and she looked at Nakuru. "How much time shall it take for us to reach Wessex from London?"

"It will most likely take an hour by train. We are in fact nearing the train station where we shall take the three o'clock train."

"I see." She said and rubbed her palms again. It surprised her that she was still feeling cold inside the moving carriage. Perhaps it was always this cold here.

She felt the carriage halt a few minutes later. She peeked out and saw that the carriage had stopped in front of a busy train station. Hurdles of people walked passed by it while there were some who ran as they tried to catch their train.

Tomoyo felt and heard the carriage door open and Nakuru stepped down. She motioned for Tomoyo to follow her.

"Let's hurry nowMiss Daidouji; we still have a train to catch."

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Gray steam and smoke was all that Tomoyo could see from her train window as the train started. She hated the sight of the pollution as it covered the view of the train station. She had always disliked the smoke that came from trains; despite it was part of her family's income. It was an ugly sight and its presence near had always made her cough violently; almost similar to her father's coughing when he was sick with tuberculosis.

Tomoyo looked away from the window view to the young woman sitting in front of her. Nakuru had her nose in what looked like a romance novel. As if she felt Tomoyo's gaze, Nakuru looked up at her and smiled.

"The trip shall take us an hour Miss Daidouji; you can take a short nap if you want." Nakuru said.

Tomoyo nodded. "I think I shall sleep then Miss Akizuki."

Nakuru seemed satisfied with her answer and bent her head down to continue reading her book, which title and author was Persuasion by Jane Austen, Tomoyo had known from the cover.

She leaned her head back against the cushioned chair and closed her eyes and tried to sleep lightly. Her efforts to sleep were unsuccessful as memories and thoughts filled her mind.

She remembered the second month of the summer before her seventeenth birthday. Her mother had arrived for a rare visit while she was taking her tea. It was the moment her mother had announced to Tomoyo her plans to send her to live in England. Sonomi Daidouji was setting up plans to extend the business to England and even start a new manufacturing company there. She was soon planning to make England her main base and to live their permanently but she wanted to send Tomoyo ahead after she received an offer from Eriol Hiiragizawa, a close business partner of hers to take her in and help her adjust to repay a favor her mother had done for him before.

"There is no future left for you here in Japan compared to what England can offer you Tomoyo, this is a great opportunity! Mr. Hiiragizawa has many connections and I'm sure he shall help you do well!" her mother had told her eagerly.

Tomoyo tried her best to receive the news with a smile and equal happiness and told her mother that she would gladly go to live with her business partner in England. It ached her heart a little to leave Japan, the country where she grew up and the home that she loved. But she knew that what her mother said was true. What was left for her in Japan? She was lonely and had no friends ever since her cousin and only friend Sakura left Japan to live with her new Chinese husband in Hong Kong. What use was it for her to stay in Japan?

Buried in her thoughts and memories, Tomoyo soon fell into light sleep.

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Tomoyo felt someone tap her lightly on her left shoulder. "Miss Daidouji," she heard a female voice whisper. "We have arrived at Wessex already."

Tomoyo's eyelids flipped open and felt the train suddenly halt. She looked out at the window and to her disappointment, saw gray smoke and steam cloud the window. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Miss Daidouji, I think we should alight now." Nakuru reminded her.

"Oh, yes you are right." Said Tomoyo and stood up to fix the wrinkles on her dress. Nakuru motioned for to follow as they walked towards the exit outside.

It seemed like that they were the only passengers to alight at Wessex. After all the smoke had faded away, Tomoyo could see that the only person in the station aside from Nakuru and her was a worker in the station. Wessex probably wasn't a very popular place to visit unlike London.

"Miss Daidouji," voiced Nakuru. "The carriage Mr. Hiiragizawa has sent is here; if you will follow me please."

Nakuru and Tomoyo walked out quickly from the small train station towards a snow covered black and sleek carriage that waited on the station's right. The driver opened the door for them as they quietly stepped in. A few moments later, Tomoyo heard the driver cracked his whip and felt the carriage wheels move again. She rubbed her palms for the nth time as she shivered from the winter temperature.

"It is very cold here in England." She remarked.

"It is always this cold here during this time of the year but it's always colder in the middle of December and the first part of January here in Wessex, you're lucky to have missed it even if it is still cool but I am sure you'll be able to get used to it." Nakuru said.

"I believe I will one day." Tomoyo agreed hopefully and fixed her eyes outside so that she could view the town that would probably be her permanent home. The carriage passed small brick buildings with snow tipped roofs during the first few minutes of the trip but soon it changed to larger houses and later on to spacious and snow covered estates that most likely belonged to the uppermiddle class families of Wessex. Tomoyo turned her gaze away from the outside and back to Nakuru as a question that she had forgotten to ask her mother and had been in her mind during her whole trip to England.

"Miss Akizuki, what is he like? Mr. Hiragizawa, I mean. How does he look like?" she asked,

"Mr. Hiragizawa? He has dark hair and he wears glasses over his blue eyes and has medium height. He's still young, a few years older than you are." her companion answered warmly.

Tomoyo blinked in confusion. "Eriol Hiiragizawa is a few years older than me? My mother had said that he was a middle-aged man."

Nakuru looked greatly shocked at what Tomoyo had said. "It seems that you have not heard the news then."

"I haven't heard the news?"Tomoyorepeated."What news is it then Miss Akizuki?" she inquired.

Nakuru sighed. "Well you see Miss Daidouji, the Eriol Hiiragizawa you were referring to shall not be able to meet you at all because he has passed away because of the cholera he caught from his trip to India a few months ago."

Tomoyo gasped. "Mr. Hiragizawa…is dead?"

Nakuru nodded grimly. "Aye, it is very unfortunate that you have not received the message we sent to your mother before you left Japan but fortunately Mr. Hiiragizawa's son, also named Eriol, has decided to honor his father's wishes to take you in."

"I see, what is his personality like then Miss Akizuki?"

"Erio…Mr. Hiiragizawa's personality is something that you should find out and judge yourself Miss Daidouji, some may find him aloof but he's a very kind and interesting man and he was quite talkative and friendly when we were growing up together that is until he arrived from London a few years ago." She sighed. "It was when his friendliness and cheerfulness had started fading but do not mistake me MissDaidouji because I believe that he is a very kind man and I am sure he will be a very good host to you."

"Oh, I do hope so." She said; ending the conversation as thoughts full of worry and nervousness filled her mind. The late Mr. Hiiragizawa had offered to take her in willingly but did his son do? Perhaps he was forced into doing because of the favor her mother had done for his father? She might be allowed to live in his house but she feared the strong unspoken feelings of unwelcome waiting for her in the residence of the present Mr. Hiiragizawa despite Nakuru's warm and friendly greetings and assurances. Tomoyo bit her lip in worry as she gripped her package harder in worry.

A few minutes later, Tomoyo felt the carriage wheels halt and heard Nakuru speak to her again.

"Miss Daidouji," Nakuru's high-pitched voice had jolted her out from her deep thought. "We're now inside the Hiragizawa estate."

Tomoyo peaked at her window and gasped as the Hiiragizawa Manor came into her sight.

It was very rare for Tomoyo to be astonished by mansions or any other infrastructures for the home that she had grown up in was astonishing itself, but the Hiiragizawa Manor was one of the grandest residences she had seen in her life. It was a four storey grey manor that covered most of the piece of land it was standing on. It was made of stone and had several glass windows on each floor that was covered with thick curtains. Sculptures of cherubim were displayed on the ledges of the third storey windows. It looked like it was surrounded by several rose bushes during spring or whenever it wasn't winter. The carriage had parked in a long stone driveway that led to the main door.

"Miss Daidouji, shall you go down first?"

Tomoyo jumped from her daze. "Oh, no, please go ahead." She smiled nervously.

Nakuru nodded and stepped down from the carriage and used the brass knocker on the carved wooden door as Tomoyo stepped down from the carriage. A girl with dark wavy brown hair dressed in a white maid's uniform opened the door quickly.

"How is Eriol?" Nakuru asked.

The girl timidly handed Nakuru a piece of paper folded into two. "Mr. Hiiragizawa left some hours before now for business. He ordered me to deliver this to you."

Nakuru sniffed and took the letter without reading it. "So he leaves again without telling me." She sighed. "Can you please show Miss Daidouji to her room? I need to rest." She smiled slightly at Tomoyo. "I hope to see you at dinner."

Tomoyo returned her smile forcedly and followed the maid to her room, barely noticing her surroundings. Perhaps her worries were true and that possibly that Eriol Hiiragizawa didn't want her here and now he was avoiding her.

Feelings of unwelcome filled her, never wanting to go away.