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Disclaimer: CLAMP owns CCS. Guy-turned-crowned-prince concept is owned by Group Eight. Main plot is mine. n.n

Summary: Syaoran Li, a band member and a waiter in a Chinese restaurant, suddenly turned into a Crowned Prince of China. Will the people of China accept this fact? Full AU

Turned Crowned Prince

Chapter Two: Living to Japan Royal Palace

By: aieK

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Yelan smiled at Syaoran. "Yes, you're the heir of Royal Family of Li, Xiao Lang," she said.

Syaoran just noticed that he was speaking in Chinese. He even understood what these ladies are telling him. 'What the?!' he thought, looking at his lap. Then he looked up to Yelan who is showing him his necklace.

"This is the proof that you are the next heir to the Royal Throne, Xiao Lang," Yelan explained as she handed him the sword necklace.

Syaoran raised a brow. "May you please stop calling me Xiao Lang? It's not even my name. It's Syaoran! My name is Syaoran!"

Yelan turned her back. "Xiao Lang is you Chinese name, Syaoran," then she paused. "I mean, Prince Xiao Lang," with that, she left the room.

Syaoran groaned. "This is just a dream," he muttered as he pinched his cheek tightly. After doing so, he winced. "Ouch."

Shiefu laughed at him. "You're not dreaming, you Highness," she informed him. She stood up from her seat and bowed. "Your cellphone is in the drawer. You just get it there," she continued and then left him along in his room.

"Good," he whispered. He lied back on the bed and sighed depressedly. "A prince? Me? What is this? A joke?" he asked himself. He turned to his left and reached the drawer for his cellphone. Just as he got his cellphone, he dialed Eriol's number immediately.

"Erlow?" Eriol answered as he yawned.

"Dude!" Syaoran exclaimed by the time Eriol answered the call.

"Hey, what's with the shouting?" he asked.

Syaoran got up from the bed. "Dude! You won't believe this: I'm in China."

Eriol chuckled at Syaoran's 'small joke'. "Yeah. And I'm in England," he teased making Syaoran growl.

"I'm not joking, man. I'm in China right now," he said, giving emphasis.

"Jeez… As if I'll believe you," Eriol shot back. He was busy doing his homeworks to crack with Syaoran this time.

"Man! If you don't believe me, call uncle and ask if I'm there!" the brown-haired guy commanded.

Eriol fell silent for some moments. Then he returned to his cellphone. "Man! Where are you now?!"

Syaoran smirked. "Told yah, man. I'm in China," he replied coolly. He was relieved that Eriol now believed him.

"Man! Why are you there? And how?" Eriol kept on asking. Obviously, he's getting panicked because his best friend is right across miles.

Syaoran hissed. "Kidnapped." He looked out the window and saw the marvelous view of the palace. 'Cool.'

"KIDNAPPED?!"

Syaoran removed the cellphone away from his ear. He glared at it for some seconds and shouted back. "Shut up, will yah?!" He returned the phoe to his ear and sighed. "Calm down. There's no ransom needed."

"But why are you there?" Eriol asked. Then, curses followed. Such a weird best friend Eriol is.

Syaoran explained everything from what he knew. This will surely affect his status in life. He didn't even know how he became a prince, but that's what they called him now. And also, a rocker and a waiter suddenly turning into a prince? Are you crazy? What will the people think about him? That he was just pick among those guys who auditioned as the 'Royal Crowned Prince of China'. If there's such thing, he wouldn't even dare to step on the registration area.

"WHAT?!"

Syaoran gritted his teeth. That was the second time Eriol shouted on the phone. He sighed again. "Yes, yes. And calm down, I said!"

"No way, man. I mean, how come? When did it happen?' Then Eriol paused. "You mentioned your sword necklace, right? Yeah, I noticed that also, since the day we met. But I didn't know that it's that important. Cool, man. You just turned into a prince. You can do whatever you want now."

"Shut up, Eriol. I didn't say I like to be one. I just want to live like a normal person." Syaoran sat on his bed. He assumed that this will be his 'room' or something. Then he heard three knocks on the door. "Dude, I'll call you back," he said as he turned off his phone. "Come in," he muffled.

A young girl entered. Her two hair buns bounced on her head. "Good morning, your Highness," she greeted. Following her are two men who kidnapped him. The three of them bowed in front of him. "I'm Mei Lin Li, your cousin. And I'll be your proctor up to the day you are ready to succeed the throne," she said. Then she faced the two men. "And here with me are your bodyguards, Akira and Taiki. They're Japanese so they can go with you to Japan where you'll continue your studies."

Syaoran just stared at the three of them, dumbfounded on what Mei Lin is saying. Then, he composed himself. "Oh, really? Well, thank you for that, err…" he paused to think of the girl's name. "Mei Lin?" He's getting surprised with himself. Getting surprised on how smooth he is talking in Chinese.

Mei Lin smiled. "Your Highness, your training starts today. I'll orient you about the Royal Family first, then I'll explain you your schedule for the following days."

Syaoran rolled his eyes. 'I'm not yet even a famous rocker but I have schedule already?' he thought to himself sarcastically. Then, he looked at Mei Lin and then smiled. "It'll consume this whole day?"

The gal nodded. "Yes, your Highness. But it'll reduce to half a day if we'll start the work now," she replied. Then she gestured the two men to go out first. As they went out, two ladies entered with books in their hands.

Syaoran's eyes popped open when he saw the thick books being placed on the table. "I need to study those?"

"Yes, your Highness."

"Oh good," he uttered to himself.

.x.

Syaoran rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Yeah, yeah. The late King died because of a serious illness and stress looking for the new heir for this generation," he explained lamely.

Mei Lin looked at him. "You're correct, your Highness. But, the way how you speak, we need to change it."

"The what?"

"The way how you speak, your Highness," Mei Lin repeated. "Please watch over how you speak, your Highness. You need to speak formally whether you are talking to your relatives or friends. To everyone. It's a must."

Syaoran went like, "What?"

"And please, decrease the volume of your voice, your Prince. And please speak lightly and with elegance. It will bring the princely aura on you."

Syaoran bowed his head. "It's that so? This so hard work. I prefer to study at school than to study the historical event of China," he whispered to himself.

Mei Lin just smiled. Then she faced him. "Your Highness," she called. Syaoran looked up at her. "You'll be returning this night to Japan. You were allowed by Her Majesty to study abroad. Your bodyguards will keep an eye on you."

Syaoran's face lit up. "Good!"

"But you need to keep your identity a secret, my Prince. The Royal Palace doesn't want any commotion when you stepped back to Japan. We'll be the one in charge on telling the press," Mei Lin added.

Syaoran just nodded.

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"How was your day, Prince Xiao Lang?" the Queen asked eagerly.

The Royal family is having their dinner and Syaoran is having a hard time to fit in. He got dizzy with the amount of food in front of him. They fell silent as they waited for Syaoran's answer.

"Prince?" Yelan called out.

Syaoran snapped to reality and turned to the Queen. "Aa?"

The queen seemed not to understand his expression. "Pardon me, your Prince?"

'Crap!' "I mean, yes, your Majesty?"

Yelan smiled. "I was asking how your day went, my Prince," she repeated.

The four princesses were resisting their urges to laugh at Syaoran. But deep within them, they found their little brother very cute and innocent.

"Oh, that. It's fine," he replied coolly. The people around him turned to him and he got nervous immediately. "…your Majesty," he quickly added. The people laughed at him.

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- Narita Airport, Terminal 3 –

Syaoran sighed as he looked at the two guys following him. He's getting annoyed because he's not used being followed or keeping an eye. Now, he doubts his security. Mei Lin said that the Royal Palace will be the one to tell the press the next their. But it seems that they don't need to. Just now, the Japanese people are looking at him weirdly. Well, some are amazed, maybe because they are thinking he's a famous icon(but well, he'll be one soon), but no, they don't even recognize him. He sighed again.

Just before they go out of the building, his cellphone rang. "Moshi moshi," he answered.

It was a voice of a girl, Mei Lin. "Good evening, your Highness."

"Oh, Mei Lin, is there something wrong?" Syaoran's eyebrow twitched because of the formality of his voice. Fortunately, he's kind of smart, or else. He's doomed.

"Prince Xiao Lang, the Royal Palace will be informing the press about your finding. Please take care now that the public press will be following you all the time," Mei Lin informed.

"Uhm," Syaoran frowned. "Thank you for that, Mei Lin. Is there anything else?"

"Only that, Prince Xiao Lang. I'll call you back for more things," Mei Lin said and then hung up the phone.

Unfortunately, Syaoran didn't expect that the press people were outside the terminal. So by the time he went out of the bulding, flashes of cameras welcomed him. Syaoran's bodyguards led his way up to an unexpected limousine.

Akira opened the door and Syaoran hopped in. He slammed the door opened and went to the next black car.

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"Dude!" Eriol approached Syaoran. He was about to hug Syaoran when the two men locked his way. And worse, they slammed him on the floor.

"What the?" Syaoran leaned down and helped Eriol stood up. "Guys, he's my friend," he told them. The two just bowed and apologized.

Eriol chuckled. "So, how's the life of being a prince?" he asked, elbowing Syaoran's ribs as they walked to his apartment. Yeah, they were at Eriol's apartment. Syaoran can't bear having press people taking his pictures while eating, sleeping, and maybe even bathing. So he decided to stay first at Eriol's apartment after hiding from the press.

Syaoran glared at him. "Just shut up. For once, I don't want to talk about that," he said as he sat down on the sofa. "I'll miss my normal life."

"You're still normal, dude," Eriol replied as he threw a can of soda to Syaoran. The brown-haired guy caught it just in time.

And then again, his phone rang. Syaoran lazily answered it. "Yes?"

"Prince Xiao Lang, I've received news from her Majesty that you'll be living with Japan's Royal Family on the Royal Palace as a sign of hospitality and friendship."

Syaoran looked at Eriol with wide eyes. Eriol just raised his eyebrow.

"No way," Syaoran said. "I can't live with them."

"But your Highness, the Queen said so."

Syaoran showed a panicked face. "Is there any place where I could live? I couldn't possibly live with the Emperor of Japan!"

Eriol got shocked. "Dude!"

Syaoran scratched his head as he listened to Mei Lin's answer. Hopeless, China has no palace built for them in Japan.

"Also, the Emperor of Japan is expecting you this night as well."

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