Ballet ... ballet was my life. I've lived and breathed the part of ballet ever since I could remember. My Godmother used to say ever since I was a little girl I had an odd habit of always standing on my tip toes. Well, that odd habit turned into a skill when I was only five years old, and was already accepted into an elite school of dancing.

Now that I'm seventeen my life has changed, and so has the world of ballet ... and boy is it fierce.

Competition is all around you. The drive to be the best, and nothing but the best. We all strive to get the leading part, and when we don't we could kill eachother. The competition is fierce, and the work is hard. But I could not have it any other way.

I knew this was what to be expected when it came to the art of ballet. My dancing instructor has pounded this concept into my mind ever since I was a little girl. I knew this was what I wanted more then anything in the entire world. I also knew if I wanted to attend the best dancing school in the world I needed to have a good instructor.

Her name was Rachel Lafette. The best dance instructor in all of Japan. She was the only teacher on the Eastern hemisphere that could help me reach my ultimate goal ... my goal was Julliard.

But little did I know that goal was about to change.

Dance With Me

By: Malanie de la Nuit

Rating: M for Mature

Prolouge

"I see you have not disappointed us Ms. Daidouji. You have once again delivered fine and exceptional dancers," said a young man holding upon a clip board in his hand. It was already home to millions of different names. The names of young girls hoping to catch a glimpse of his superior Mrs. Rachel Lafette. Mrs. Lafette had an exceptional reputation for being the best dancing instructor of all of Japan. She had quite a success record since half of her girls were now attending either Julliard or ABC.

"I only except but the best Mr. Conard as I'm sure Mrs. Lafette would agree," Ms. Daidouji said smiling. Even though she was in her late forties she was still a very beautiful woman. Dancing had proved to keep her body slim and toned even in such an age that she was.

"Yes, yes, quite right," Mr. Conard answered back in his heavy English accent.

"If you would follow me I shall show you to the room where you shall see my girls perform," with that said Mrs. Daidouji lead Mr. Conard down a straight hallway and into a very large seating area. Stopping at the door Mrs. Daidouji primed herself up before hastily opening the door and stepping into a bright grand ballroom.

Mr. Conard almost had to shield his eyes from the brilliance of the light. His mouth slightly hung open as he stared at the mass of young hopeful girls all wishing to have their 2 minutes of glory infront of Mrs. Lafette. Many girls were already practicing. The beams around the edges of the room were full of girls practicing their demi-plie or half knee bent. Others were dusting up their ballet shoes with chaulk and testing them out making a running leap, and landing gracefully not too far away.

"Shall we go then?" Ms. Daidouji asked not at all trying to hide the small smirk that was gracing her features. She knew her girls were the best, and nothing but the best. Her eyes traveled to two girls in particular. One had very long jet black hair that almost looked violet in some lights. Beautiful amethyst eyes looked up and smiled proudly at her mother. Ms. Daidouji smiled back; very proud of her beautiful young daughter. Turning her head she looked at another young girl. This one had beautiful locks of the honey color cascading down her slim shoulders. Green eyes slowly turned and they seemed to be smiling with excitement.

"Who are those two exceptional beauties?" Mr. Conard asked not able to take his eyes off of both young women.

"The one with dark hair is Ms. Tomoyo Daidouji-"

"Daidouji?" Mr. Conard asked stunned.

"Yes, my daughter," Ms. Daidouji answered. "And the one with light colored hair is Ms. Sakura Kinomoto-"

"Not the daughter of the famous archeologist Fugitaka, and the beautiful model Nadeshiko!" Mr. Conard asking staring bewildered at the young girl.

"That's right their only daughter," Ms. Daidouji answered stiffly.

"Poor girl ... to lose her parents in such a way," Mr. Conard whispered.

"Yes, I think of her as my own," Mrs. Daidouji answered solemnly her brown eyes going moist staring at Sakura. "Ever since the day she was brought to my ballet school," she turned and gave a half smile to Mr. Conard "Her mother was my bestfriend. I'm her entrusted Godmother."

Mr. Conard could only nod; as he followed Mrs. Daidouji towards another door at the far side of the room. The door opened and their sitting in a comfortable leather chair was a beautiful woman. She was obviously not from Japanese decent having predominately English features about her. The woman had short caramel hair that ended right at the end of her shoulders styled perfectly to match her gorgeous face shape. Hazel eyes looked stern as they landed upon Mr. Conard. "You are late," was all she said in her heavy English accent.

"Yes, I know forgive me Mrs. Lafette," Mr. Conard said bowing his head. Quickly he handed her the clipboard that contained all the girls names. "This is the list of all the girls."

Hazel eyes scanned the list, and suddenly they went even colder. "These are your best?" she inquired glancing up from the sheet to a very uncomfortable looking Ms. Daidouji.

"Well, yes Madam..." she said trying not to lead on how utterly intimidated she was.

"Pick you best ten."

"I-I beg your pardon?" Ms. Daidouji answered shocked.

"You heard me," Mrs. Lafette answered back coolly "Your best ten. I shall only see them. No more no less," with that she let a small yawn escape her lips.

"But-"

"Sonomi we are old friends aren't we?" Mrs. Lafette inquired a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised.

"Well, ... yes," Sonomi answered quietly.

"Good so that means you understand my demands. NOW GO! I do not wish to stay in this room for much longer."

Five minutes later Sonomi reentered looking very somber. In tow were ten young hopefuls who were casting unsteady eyes upon the cold looking female before them. Within the two, Mr. Conrad took good notice, was Ms. Tomoyo and Ms. Sakura.

"Now I shall see each of you one at a time. Your dance shall be no longer then two minutes tops," when Sonomi came to object she instantly quieted seeing the look on Mrs. Lafette's face. Sonomi glanced towards her girls and gave them an apologetic look before returning to where she was standing previously.

One by one the girls danced before the woman who seemed to have a heart of set stone. Ms. Daidouji lived up to reputation and as promised did bring her ten best. All were exceptional, and very talented.

When they were all finished they were all ushered back into the small room. Some looked rather nervous; while others looked quite anxious. Sakura was keeping a tight firm hold upon Tomoyo's hand.

"I shall only pick two of you," came her cold voice. Sakura's grip took a tighter hold on Tomoyo's. "There names are..."

A hushed silence fell upon the room. "There names are Ms. Valerie Anniston-" a blonde haired girl squealed in excitement jumping up and down. Sakura silently scowled at her. She had never really liked that girl. Her father owned half of the technology corporations in Japan, and therefore thought of herself very highly. Not at all minding to be very rude towards others. She especially took a particular nasty liking towards Sakura.

"And Ms. Sakura Kinomoto," Mrs. Lafette finished.

Sakura screamed from excitement and was instantly engulfed in a huge hug from Tomoyo. Tears brimming her beautiful emerald orbs Sakura hugged Tomoyo back. Suddenly Sakura broke the hug, and gave Tomoyo and concerned look. "But Tomoyo... what about you?" Sakura whispered.

"Oh don't worry. My passion was never dancing anyway," seeing the expression on Sakura's face Tomoyo laughed. "I only did it to please Mother, but Mother and I had a talk last night. She decided that I should no longer live her dream, and now live out mine. I'm going to be a fashion designer."

"Oh Tomoyo I'm so happy for you," Sakura said almost crying hugging the girl she had come to known as a sister close to her.

"As I you!" Tomoyo said happily "Just think of it! Your going to be taught by Mrs. Rachel Lafette! Just you wait Sakura; before you know it you'll be going to Julliard!"

Sakura smiled, and again both girls hugged giggling happily.

Mr. Conard walked up to the two girls, and held out his hand which Sakura gracefully took. "Congratulations Ms. Kinomoto."

"Thank you," she answered back politely.

"I'll look foreword to having you in my class."

"I'm sorry ... your what?" Sakura asked an uneasy filling building in her stomach.

"Well, now that you're going to be taught Mrs. Lafette you'll be attending St. Matthew's Private School," Sakura gaped at him in bewilderment "I teach Trigonometry."

"I... what?" Sakura asked not fully able to comprehend what she was hearing.

"Didn't you know?" seeing the look on her face he guessed otherwise. "Well, I'm sure Mrs. Lafette will explain. If you would excuse me," with that Mr. Conard left the room.

"Ladies I would like to talk to you both privately," Mrs. Lafette said in a cool tone.

Valerie and Sakura both stepped foreward. Vallery casting a disgusted look at Sakura before she turned, and gave Ms. Lafette a brilliant dazzling smile showing off her lazered white teeth. Sakura smiled a little feeling rather uncomfortable. Out of nervousness she started to fiddle with a lock of her golden hair that had fallen out of the bun ontop of her head.

"I would like to congratulate both of you on your success," she said nodding towards each girl. Valerie beamed, and Sakura just nodded her head. "Now as part of being accepted to be taught by me you will have to attend St. Matthew's Private School," Sakura felt her stomach drop. So it was true ... she thought sadly. "I'll except for you to pay for your tuition," Sakura's eyes went huge. But I don't have that kind of money! "And to be at every scheduled practice. If you so much as miss one you get a warning, but do it again and your cut," Sakura gulped "Any questions?"

"Oh no Mrs. Lafette and thank you for choosing me. You made the right choice," Valerie said smiling and nodding her head to acknowledge her. "MY father has no problem paying for tuition, but I'm afraid Ms. Kinomoto here has no parents," Valerie said putting on a disgustingly fake sad sounding voice.

"Is this true?" the woman asked turning towards the young girl whose emerald eyes seemed to have lost all their shine.

"Y-yes, b-b-but Ms. Daidouji is my Godmother," Sakura got out.

"I see," she said rubbing her temples. Valerie smirked at Sakura making Sakura scowl at her. "Well, Ms. Anniston, you are free to go. I'll except you at St. Matthews in two weeks."

"Oh yes Mrs. Lafette and thank you again," Valerie said waving good-bye. On her way out, however, she gave Sakura an evil smile. "To bad your too poor little Cherry Blossom or perhaps you could finally become a dancer," she whispered evilly. Seeing the glare Sakura gave her made Valerie laugh out evilly, and close the door behind her.

"Please take a seat Ms. Kinomoto," she said indicating towards a leather chair infront of her. Sakura took a shakey seat. Finally she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Lafette!" Sakura bursted catching Mrs. Lafette off guard. "You see when the ... um ... accident happened," Sakura choked out. "My families fortune was stolen by a so called 'trusted' friend of my fathers. I understand fully if you no longer wish to teach me," she whispered the last part casting her emerald eyes to the floor.

"Oh no child!" hearing this Sakura looked up. Suddenly she saw a new woman infront of her. The cold exterior of the woman that had once sat before her was totally gone. Now infront of her sat a young woman who looked rather fragile. "You see ... my parents died when I was younger as well. I understand fully what you are getting at child. But do not worry! I shall find a way for you to get into St. Matthew's!"

Tears once again brimmed Sakura's eyes as she smiled, and tackled Mrs. Lafette in a tight bear hug from across the table totally catching Mrs. Lafette off guard. "OH THANK YOU! THANK YOU! YOU WILL NEVER REGRET THIS!" Sakura squealed barely able to keep down her excitement. "I WILL MAKE YOU VERY PROUD!"

Mrs. Lafette awkwardly patted the young girl on the back. "I'm sure you will child," she said meaning every single word.

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"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" a strong masculine voice yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Xiao Lang please calm down," came a gentle woman's voice.

"No! Don't you tell me what to do Mother! This is blackmail, that is what this is!"

"Xiao Lang, how is marrying your cousin blackmail?" she asked, trying to keep her cool composure.

"Because Mother! If you haven't noticed, we are living in the fucking 20th century! We do not marry our cousins in this age!" he yelled, now completely losing his temper.

"Please refrain from using that word," she said through gritting teeth.

Hard amber eyes hardened even more, if at all possible. "What word? Oh you mean FUCK! You don't mean FUCK do you? Hmmm let's see, it can't be that word... oh wait maybe it is. Well SCREW YOU! I'LL SAY IT AS MUCH AS I WANT TO. FUCK! FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

"XIAO LANG!" another hardened male voice came, shouting at his son in mid-sentence. "Don't you ever talk to your mother like that again. Hear me young man?"

Xiao Lang growled, but sat down in the chair behind him. His eyes hardened as he stared at the ground.

"Now you will marry Meiling-" Xiao Lang went to open his mouth, but he shut it when he saw the look on his father's face. "This is very important to our clan, Xiao Lang. We have to keep our bloodline strong! You have to reproduce a strong heir in order to carry off the Li name."

"I don't see why I can't just marry another strong family name," Xiao Lang muttered. "What is wrong with the Takamuras! They are a strong family name!" Xiao Lang said, thinking of the quite curvaceous daughter of theirs.

"You will marry Meiling!" the man yelled, with his strong blue eyes stern.

"Xiao Lang... arranged marriages are not all the bad..." the woman spoke again.

"Oh really? Well you seem to know a lot about that." Xiao Lang growled looking at his mother, then at his father.

Yelen opened her mouth to respond, but she silently closed it and turned her eyes to floor. By this time, Lian was turning his blue eyes as hard as ice. "The day you become leader of our clan, is the day I'll turn over in my grave."

"Well technically you will be," Xiao Lang answered back smirking "Because the only way I become leader is if you die."

"Xiao Lang! Don't say such things!" Yelen scolded.

Xiao Lang was about to yell a retort when another young man walked into the room. "This better be good Yamazaki," Lian growled.

"It is sir," Yamazaki said straightening up his frame to look more important. This was far from his usual behavior of joking around. "Mr. Li sir... Fang is back in town..."

The room suddenly chilled of all it's warmth. "Are you sure?"

"Positive we received word ten minutes ago from Rikki who was stationed at the airport."

"Gather up a small field of men, and do not lose sight of him. Understand me? He cannot be lost tonight," Lian said thinking of the engagement party that was suppose to be taking place tonight.

"Yes sir," Yamazaki said.

"Good, the last thing we need is for a dangerous gang leader to be roaming the streets," Lian muttered.

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A young police detective examined the body in mild interest. It was, as most of the cases in this day, another gang homicide. This one, by the looks of it, was a young man. The autopsy would be the verdict on the exact age. He looked to be the victim of a drive by shooting.

"Another Coyote attack?" another detective asked walking up to his superior, who was almost 20 years old, his junior.

"Yeah," the young man answered, picking up tongs and pulling back the collar of the victim's shirt to expose a burn mark. The mark was branded just below the collar bone in a shape of a half-moon.

"That's ten this week," the older detective said shaking his head. He couldn't believe he was actually living in this day and time. When the favorite pass time, it seemed, for the young people was to shoot and kill each other. "You have your work cut out for you Junior."

A half smile escaped the young mans lips, but it was quickly replaced with a frown. "I'll be happy when the Wolves and the Coyotes settle their feud."

"I think we will all be able to rest when that day and time comes."

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The engagement party was a bore. Xiao Lang knew this concept the moment he walked into the grand ballroom. But, of course, it seemed like he had nothing better to do then to just sit around and talk to a bunch of old farts about politics.

"Enjoying yourself?" came a soft voice.

"Does it look like it?"

"No not to much," the voice answered. A young female walked up behind his chair and took a seat next to him. Her long, luscious, dark hair was pulled back into a simple bun. Little diamond hair clips held her dark tresses back firmly. Her usual fiery, ruby red eyes seemed so sad and lonely today. Not at all from their usual fire temperament. A simple black gown hugged her every curve perfectly. She knew she had every man in that ballroom's attention, but she could care less. Her heart was saved for another.

Xiao Lang looked at his beautiful cousin. Most men would call him crazy to not want her, but he was different. He thought of her more of a little sister, nothing more then that.

"You know Syaoran," she said using his name in Japanese "I do not want this any more then you do."

Syaoran's amber eyes looked up, almost startled. Her ruby eyes were downcast, and seemed to be holding back tears. "I've known for a long time that you do not want me."

"Meiling-" Syaoran started to say, but he was cut off.

"No! Let me finish," she said turning sharply to gaze at him. "I've known ever since we were little that you were not for me. But I was blinded, you see. Blinded," she choked out. "I hoped and prayed every night that you would come to realize that I was the woman for you. You see Syaoran.… I've loved you since the day you rescued my little bird... do you remember that?"

How could he not? Syaoran remembered that day perfectly. Meiling and him were practicing karate with their good teacher, Wei. Syaoran remembered fighting with Meiling, and he remembered getting very mad at her like all little boys do. So to get back at her he remembered sneaking into her room and letting her little bird go.

When Meiling found out that her bird was missing, she became distraught. She had cried for hours. All the wailing made Syaoran feel so terrible. Finally, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he dashed from the house in hopes of finding the bird.

Meiling remembered him being gone for hours. She still remembers to this day how scared she was that she'd never see him again. The rain continued to pour harder onto the ground, and Meiling started to lose hope. Then finally a figure started to approach in the rain, and there he was. Soaked to the bone, but in his little hands he carried Meiling's bird. Meiling looked from the bird, and then into Syaoran's eyes and that was when it happened. Syaoran smiled at her, and asked for her forgiveness. She remembered, probably for the first time in her entire life, her heart stopped beating and she could not talk.

It was then, that Meiling was for sure, she started to love Syaoran.

"Of course," Syaoran said finally finding his voice.

"But I've come to realize," Meiling said, resting her delicate hand upon his "That I am not for you. You belong to another."

Syaoran sighed and gazed at the chandelier. "Well, looks like we don't have much of a choice now do we?" Meiling went to open her mouth to say something, but Syaoran cut her off "Don't worry Meiling... I will learn to love you." Syaoran said turning towards his cousin.

Meiling's eyes glistened with unshed tears. This was so unfair, she thought. Why would their parents make them do this? Meiling had hoped and prayed for this day to come for so long, but now she wished she could just take all that back again. She gazed over at Syaoran with unshed tears. He was so strong. So independent. She wish she could be like him.

Elsewhere in the Ballroom

"Everything is set in place," a waiter whispered into the mini microphone attached to their white suit collar.

"Good, now where is Lian?" came the cold voice in his ear piece.

The waiter scanned the area through his sunglasses till they finally landed on the man in question. He was currently laughing with the ambassador of China. His wife, Yelen, was keeping a firm hold on his arm.

"In place, Mr. Fang, sir," he whispered.

"Excellent," came his cold reply before the connection was shut off.

Back to Syaoran

"So would you like to dance?" Meiling said, venturing to make the best of their gloomy situation.

Syaoran nodded, but to only keep appearances. He took her hand like a gentlemen and led her down the stairway. Everyone parted to make way for the couple so they could dance in the middle of the ballroom. Syaoran slowly took a hold of her slender hand, then placed his hand on her slender waste. Meiling proceeded by placing her free hand upon his shoulder. Solemn ruby matched with intense amber as they started to sway to the Waltz from Swan Lake.

Syaoran sighed and cast his eyes around the room. He locked eyes with his father for a split second before looking away. He hated it when he had to keep appearances just to please him. He sighed and continued to scan the room till they landed on his gang. He nodded at them.

Rikki, who was in the back, was the third tallest. He had dark jet black hair, and piercing brown eyes. He was from Spanish decent, and his mother was Asian. He got his fathers tanned skin, but his mothers good features making him an instant heart throb among the ladies. He raised his Mikes Hard liquor that he had snuck in at Syaoran.

Nick was near the front of their group because of his height. He wasn't short by any means, but being compared to the rest of them, he was the shortest. What he lacked in height, however, he made up for in build. He was a personal trainer, and therefore had one of the best bodies after Syaoran. Being from American decent he had short red hair the spiked atop his head giving him a sort of badass look. His green eyes shone with mischief as he looked at Syaoran and raised his glass of Jack Daniels, that he had also snuck in.

Takashi was always in the front, telling the gang one of his mad stories that they all knew were bullshit. Why they continued to hang out with him, they hadn't a clue. Takashi turned and smiled, waving jokingly like a little kid at his father. He was a very good looking young man, with dark hair that was almost as unruly as Syaoran's. His greyish-blue eyes seemed to smile at him. He raised his glass of Vodka, and saluted Syaoran.

Eriol, who was near the middle, had to shake his head at the young man. He turned and gave Syaoran a look that Syaoran usually didn't like. That look being Eriol knew something he did not. Eriol was the second in being the best looking. He was quite tall with a broad frame. His jet black hair gleamed, but almost looked blue under some lights. His blue eyes twinkled as he gave Syaoran a grin, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Syaoran and pointed at Meiling.

Syaoran gave his famous death glare at him, but it didn't seem to phase him one bit as he continued to sip away at his cocktail.

Pussy... Syaoran thought, looking at his friend's drink and shaking his head.

Looking away from his small group of friends, Syaoran eyes continued to travel. It was then that he noticed movement in the background. Syaoran squinted his amber eyes, and saw a waiter moving slowly through the group of people towards his father. Syaoran watched as he moved his hand into his waste band.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Syaoran yelled and pushed Meiling to the ground with a squeal of panic. Syaoran raced for the man. The man saw him coming and quickly withdrew the gun. The barrel gleamed from the chandelier light.

Lian turned just in time to hear the gunshot. His blue eyes seemed to not focous right as the bullet pierced through the air and hit him directly in the chest. Lian gave his son one last look; a look that Syaoran would never forget. A look that Syaoran thought he'd never see his father give him... apologetic.

"NOOO" Syaoran heard his mother's scream of terror, but it seemed to be so far away as he watched his father hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Yelen caught her husband in her arms and hit the ground with him. Her cries of anguish seemed to echo around the room as people raced trying to get away from the mad scene. Syaoran quickly ran to his mother and put a hand on her shoulder. Yelen looked up at her only child with tears running down her amber eyes. "He's dead Xiao Lang he's dead-" she choked out, holding him closer to her body; not caring that her expensive dress was getting soaked in blood.

Those words pierced Syaoran as he quickly shot up. His eyes scanned the room to see even more waiters brandishing guns and sending gunfire through the air. His ambers eyes turned cold as he looked down at his mother. "Mother, get to a safe place."

"No, i won't leave him-"

"NOW!" Syaoran yelled, yanking her to her feet and helping her get across the room, ducking gunfire as they went. Her cries grew distant as he ran from her towards Meiling, who was still on the ground with her head covered. "Get to a safe place!" he yelled at her helping her to her feet. "Take this," he said pulling out a small hand gun and handing it to her.

"Syaoran I don't know how-" she started to say, but she was cut off when Syaoran pushed away from her and ran towards his friends who were behind turned up tables brandishing their own guns and sending gunshots through the air.

"Syaoran there is too many of them!" Rikki shouted ducking back under the table to load up for bullets.

"Who are they working for?" Syaoran barked out in a cold voice that didn't sound like his own.

"Fang," Syaoran heard Eriol say in a distant voice.

His amber eyes turned cold as he stared around him. The name seemed to echo through his head. "Kill them all," he said out in a cold voice.

"But Syaoran-" Takashi started to say, but he was silenced when Syaoran gave him a cold look.

"We can do it, just kill them," he growled, taking out his own gun and sending a gunshot at four different waiters hitting them dead in the chest.

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The young detective looked around the finely, once polished, grand ballroom of the Li Mansion in upper-class city of Tokyo. His eyes were solemn as the paramedics placed the once master of the house, into a body bag and slowly zipped it up before it finally went past the pale face of Lian.

He turned towards his family. Yelen was still soaked in blood and was refusing any medical treatment. Meiling's gown was torn, but she sported only one nasty cut from a bullet that barely sliced her arm. It seemed her years of Karate training had paid off after all. Syaoran and his group of friends seemed to be quite calm. They sported no injuries what so ever.

"I believe you are done here Detective Zhang," Syaoran said in a cold voice.

Zhang nodded, and quickly exited the room shaking his head. He knew something was up, and he was going to find out. Nobody would target the second most wealthiest man in Japan for no reason.

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"You, Xiao Lang Li, shall be appointed the Leader of the Wolves," Yelen read off in ceremonial style. She was dressed in a traditional Chinese garb, and in her hands, she carried a branding rod. "You will look out for your fellow brothers and sisters, and protect them with your life. You shall take responsibility for the needs of your clan. You will wipe out, and kill any threat towards your new family. Do you, Xiao Lang Li, hereby except this most sacred privilege of the Li family?"

Syaoran was kneeling upon one knee in front of his mother. His head was bent down. He too was dressed in traditional Chinese garb. "I do," he said.

"Then stand Xiao Lang Li," Yelen said watching her son stand up proudly "For you are our new Master," with that, she handed the branding stick to a person next to her who proceeded to rotate it in the fire. Finally removing it from the fire he gently placed it back in the ladies hands.

The rest of the gang had to have tattoos symbolizing their being in the group. But the leader, however, had to follow the ways of the old. To keep up tradition they had to be branded on their right shoulder. The brand was that of a wolf.

Syaoran removed his shirt and knelt down backwards before his mother. His eyes stayed focused upon the ground as the hot metal made contact with soft flesh. He bit back the scream of pain wanting to come out. His eyes watered, but he held them back.

Rikki, Eriol, Takashi, and Nick almost had to look away. They could tell their friend was in complete pain, but they knew Syaoran better then that. They knew he would never show weakness; not to anybody.

Finally Yelen removed the rod, only to see a huge red mark on her sons right shoulder. In time, it would heal, and take shape into the majestic wolf.

Slowly Syaoran rose to his feet, and finally looked upon his new brothers and sisters.

His new family...

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"Sakura I have found a way for you to attend, St. Matthews," Mrs. Lafette said, almost smiling at the excited look upon Sakura's face.

"What is it!" Sakura asked excitedly. She was so happy to hear that Mrs. Lafette had wanted to talk to her this morning. She could barely sleep last night, anticipating the news.

"You shall be on a dance team."

"St. Matthews has a Ballet Dance Team?" Sakura asked innocently.

"No my dear child," Mrs. Lafette said smiling "The School Dance Team."

Sakura's eyes widened in shock. "THE WHAT!"

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To Be Continued...

AN: Hello everyone. I am not new to Fanfiction. Infact, I've been with them for almost four years now. I went by a different screename. I will not tell you who I was. But I have a very good feeling about this one. This story has been in the making for almost two years now. I've planned out the entire thing. I know every detail even down to what they are going to eat ;p. I have finally started to write it. It's my baby LOL.

I must tell you guys one thing though. I will probably not be able to update regulary because school is about to start back up in a couple of weeks. Yes, I am in highschool. I will make a promise though. I will update every two weeks. If i don't then you guys can beat me into oblivion! hehehehe

Intell next time

Malanie de la Nuit.

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