A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back! So, here's the Prologue. It's not much. I'm not in the perfect writing condition right now, but it's a little better than the old prologue. This one's longer. Lol. Anyway, I want to thank you for supporting me even if I wasn't able to update for almost a year! Uhm... This fic will have three genres (suggested by my friend, StolenCompass), Romance, Humor, AND Drama. So, without further ado, here's the revised prologue of CPWMH!

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.

Cupid Played With My Heart

by TheMaskedGirl

Prologue

"Young Master Li, your Mother wants you to go to her study now," an old butler said kindly.

The boy with chocolate locks merely grunted and stood up, abandoning his book. He marched up to his Mother's study, frowning all the time.

He was a good-looking boy and that's an understatement. His chestnut hair was always messy, but it adds to his bad-boy charm. He has amber orbs and to top it all, he has a sexy body.

He knocked on the door twice and waited for his Mother's permission. A soft, elegant voice came from inside the room, "Come in, my dear."

The boy opened the door and bowed. "Hello, Mother," he greeted unfeelingly.

The woman sighed. His son has been cold to everyone ever since the day they left Japan. But now, she has some good news. She might witness a miracle and see her boy smile. She gestured to the chair near her and told him to have a seat. "Syaoran, I have some news," his mother said and paused dramatically.

"What is it?" Syaoran asked impatiently.

"We're going back to Japan!"

Syaoran repeated his Mother's words in his mind again and again. We're going back to Japan. We're going back to Japan. I'm going to see her again! he thought.

He seems to have lost it, the woman thought. She coughed loudly to get her son's attention.

Syaoran was startled, and then his lips formed a smile. He said, "Thank you, Mother."

His Mother was trying to suppress her tears. My dear boy smiled, she thought happily.

She stood up and opened her arms. Syaoran went to his Mother and hugged her tight. "Thank you so much, Mom. I'm so happy. It's been three years," he whispered.

The woman caressed his soft hair and said, "You're welcome, Syaoran."

She broke the hug and told him, "Start packing the things you want to bring to our house in Japan. Your cousin and your sisters are already packing theirs." She started walking and Syaoran followed her.

"They're coming with us?" he asked bewildered.

"Why, of course! I can't leave them here alone, can I?" his Mother said teasingly.

"But Mom, you can't do this to me!" Syaoran whined.

"No buts, Syaoran. Come on. We're leaving in a week."

Syaoran pouted at his Mother and then ran to his room. The woman giggled lightly at his son's childishness and sudden change of attitude. He really loves her, she thought.

The boy sighed happily. He picked up a picture frame from his bedside table and whispered, "I'm going to see you again. I missed you so much." He kissed the picture and chuckled softly. "Look at what you're doing to me, Saku. I'm sixteen years old and here I am, kissing your picture. I love you so much," he told the picture.

He put the photo down and started packing his things. Unbeknownst to him, a lot of things have happened in the last three years.

A/N: Ta-da! What do you think? Did my writing skills improve? Please leave a review! Oh, and sorry for the errors. :p

Love lots,

TheMaskedGirl