Hey Hey It's Jade and I don't own Card Captor Sakura!
Ramblings: A long time ago, I used to post my stories here on However a series of external forces led me away and then led me back again. So here I am, 3 years later with a new pen name, and a new arsenal of ideas.
Honestly, it's been a while since I've written anything creative with a real structure. So I'm not sure if I'll be any good. However to my defense, I am more confident in my ability to tear literature apart than I am in creating it.
I figured a light hearted romantic comedy would help me loosen the rust binding me all these years. Only with practice and your criticisms will I be able to improve.
Yoroshko onegai shimasu .
Syao-chan Sensei
Chinese Proverb
"Damn it Eriol! I ask them to do very simple tasks. But can they do it? NO!"
Eriol sat in silence, simply watching he friend pace back and forth between the windows of his office. The man in question was Li Syaoran, heir to Li Corporations. Knowing him for the better part of his life, Eriol knew from experience that it was best to let his friend rant and rave until he grew tired of it.
"How am I supposed to prove my competence to Mother if they keep screwing up?!"
'They,' referred to the employees of Li Corps. smaller branches in which currently, Syaoran was manager of. It had been a Li tradition for the heir to work in the smaller branches of the company as a way to gain experience as well as establish a familiarity with what would be expected of him.
Getting up from his seat, Eriol stretched his arms high above his head, admiring the view outside the window. "Syaoran," he sighed lazily. "In the six months you've been here profits and productivity have increased by 30 percent." Tearing his longing gaze from the world outside he continued, "I'm sure that alone proves your competence."
"It's not enough." Syaoran replied coming to a stop. "Everything has to go on with out a hitch… I mean, it's not that hard. They all went to college for a reason."
"Hai hai." Eriol replied already bored with the situation. "Let's get out of here. Because of you, I had to stick around this place after closing, listening to you complain while you redo all of the paper work yourself. I wanna eat. You can stick around and straighten up your secretaries' desk if you want."
Ignoring the insult, Syaoran grabbed his keys and briskly followed Eriol out of the already dark office building. The light from the setting sun danced around his messy golden brown hair, which contrasted greatly with his neat and crisp suit. As odd as it seemed, it suited him. It created a balance in his appearance as if God himself tried to soften his hard authoritative appearance. Coupled with his 6'2" frame, his Omni-focused eyes looked even more intimidating. He was a man who liked order and efficiency. When he wanted something done, he wanted it done now. In his opinion, incompetence was a waste of his time.
"Okaeri nasai Syaoran-sama, Eriol-sama. Yelan-sama awaits you in her office." Wei, the family butler greeted as Syaoran and Eriol entered.
Yelan pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed, waiting for her son. Something needed to be done about that boy if he were to take over the company. Of course, he is capable. He is smart, intuitive, and hard working. There is no doubt he will make a great president for the company. However, he is not yet the man she wants to run the company.
Hearing her son's distinctive five-beat knock, she shook her head exasperatedly calling "Come in," in the direction of the oak door.
"KON-BON-WAAAA!" Eriol sang, the ever present grin on his face as he entered with Syaoran trailing in behind him.
Yelan smiled at his antics. He had known the boy since he was in grade school, and has always wondered how two polar opposites could be best friends. Collecting her thoughts she began, "Xiao-Lang, about your inheritance."
"About today," Syaoran interrupted. "I tried to fix that mishap as fast as I could by starting the report over from scratch. Also, I've already taken note of Katawari Kenji. I made it clear to him that Li Corp demands excellence as well as expects excellence from it's employees." (A/N: Yea… demands and expects is redundant. It bothered me grammatically for a while, but it serves to illustrate Syaoran's expectations of the people around him.)
Shaking her head no, "That's not it, Syaoran." She replied reverting to his Japanese name. "You need to understand that you can not control everything."
"That's right Syao." Smirked Eriol. "Take your hair for example."
SILENCE
The subject of Syaoran's hair was taboo. As a teenager, Syaoran spend much of his money on hair products, trying everything and anything to tame his wildly sexy hair. It irritated him to no end, that he was the only 17 year old boy who could keep his room and gym locker neat, but couldn't do a thing about hits hair.
Ready to throw the closest object, which in this case, and Indian lamp, Syaoran glared at Eriol. "You mind your own business Hiragizawa."
Before anything could happen next, Yelan interfered knowing that with Syaoran's short temper and Eriol's habit of pushing too far, her lamp as well as her other possesion in her office would be destroyed. "Eriol! Sit at my desk."
"HAI!!" Emphasizing the single syllable, Eriol gleefully plopped into the leather Rolly-Chair.
Calling attention back to the subject at hand, Yelan continued. "I have arranged a job for you in Tomoeda."
"Ooh! Ooh!" Eriol interrupted again, waiving his hand in the air, still swishing the chair side to side. "I'm coming too! It'd be nice to get away from Tokyo for a while."
Craning his neck around his mother's body which separated him from Eriol, Syaoran retorted. "NO! You will not come too! If you come, we'd end up sharing the same apartment and you would make a mess leaving me to clean everything up….Pig."
"I am Not a PIG! How am I messy?"
"You always leave tooth paste in the sink. You never close the cereal boxes and I always have to fix your shoes at the entrance hall! You're 26. Not 16."
"Oh was that you? I always thought a little elf was doing that stuff for me." Eriol replied deliberately playing off of Syaoran's irritation over his child like antics. "Anyway, you stress over the smallest things. Maybe I should come over there and remove that tree branch form your-"
"Enough!" Yelan shouted, turning around to see Eriol leaning over the desk as if the shortened distance would enforce the power of his words. Rubbing her temples she recited an ancient Chinese proverb. "One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life." Ignoring the looks the two gave her she continued. "Do you boys want to know the job or not?"
The two boys sighed in defeat leaning back into their respective seats. Looking up at his mother Syaoran asked, "What is it?"
In an even tone Yelan replied. "Tomoeda Elementary. Kindergarten teacher of class K-2."
A/N: Sigh….just a boring exposition chapter….Don't worry, things will start moving better from now on..
So…Lemme know what you think….all comments welcome….I have been away for a while and I need to know where I stand…
Maybe later I'll let you guys know what my old pen name was.