Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of the characters therein. They are owned by Clamp. I also do not own the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale or any of the characters therein. This fan fiction is solely for the entertainment of the readers and to exercise my writing ability.
A/N: Okay, with that said and done. Hey! I'm trying my hand at my favorite fairy tale Card Captor Style! I know this idea has probably been tried many times, but I still want to write it anyway. -Smiles- I hope you guys enjoy my story!
Just so you all know I am using the Japanese character names. If you need help figuring out who's who from the English version, just let me know and I'll tell you.
Current ages (yes they are very different from the show!):
Sakura & Tomoyo - 3 years old
Touya & Yukito - 17 years old
Syaoran & Meilin - 18 years old
Now to stop my rambling, here's Chapter One!
Chapter One - The Curse
"For the foolish and hateful attitude you have shown me here on this day I shall deliver to you a curse. A descendant of your bloodline three generations from now will be transformed into a terrible beast and all shall fear him. When the clock strikes the hour of his birth on his eighteenth birthday my curse will be complete," she spoke, her words rang eerily in his ears.
"But why this child? Why do you want to curse someone who has done nothing to deserve such punishment?" he asked, voice shaking.
"Because the pain is worse for one to know that someone innocent will reap the consequence of his actions. Only one thing can break his curse. However, he shall remain a beast and die a lonely death the moment the final petal falls from the last rose of Rosewood Castle."
The family was named Li and they lived in a grand castle at the center of a small forest. Five children lived in the castle with their parents; four girls and one boy. The four girls grew into beautiful young ladies and as each one's eighteenth birthday came and went, there was no sign of the curse.
The tale of the witch's curse had been passed down through the years in their family. Each girl had been carefully watched on their eighteenth birthdays to see if the tale would hold true. However, as the fourth girl's birthday came and went without event, people grew skeptical that the tale was even true. As the fifth child grew up, he became a handsome young man. The family decided to disregard the curse and throw him a grand party.
The prince's name was Syaoran and he was as handsome as his older sister's were beautiful. He had short brown hair, deep, beautiful brown eyes and a smile that could take one's breath away, when he actually smiled. Syaoran was a very shy boy and rarely smiled. He usually kept to himself and studied in the family's large library. So when he found out that his parents were throwing a party for him, he wasn't too thrilled.
"Oh, quit being so uptight over it, Syaoran! It's just a party. Your sisters never had anything like this for their eighteenth birthday. You should be happy about it," Meilin cried, throwing one of her long, black pony tails over her shoulder. She was one of the ones planning the party.
"But what about the curse, Meilin? I have a bad feeling. What if I am the one who is going to change? I could hurt a lot of people," Syaoran said, voice grim. Meilin huffed a sigh.
"Curse-sha-murse! All four of your sisters didn't change! So what makes you think you will? Quite frankly, Syaoran, I think that tale was just that, a tale. I figure if it was going to happen it would have happened already. Don't worry about it! Have fun, you only turn eighteen once," she said. Syaoran sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Okay, Meilin, but I still don't approve of the party, even if there is no curse," he said. Meilin grinned, hugging him.
"Buuuuut! You have no say in it!" she said in a sing-song voice. Syaoran frowned as Meilin danced away to continue with the preparations. Syaoran turned to look out the window.
"I still have a really bad feeling about this," he said, out loud to himself.
The next morning in a small town on the out skirts of the forest, a tall young man with short black hair was walking down the dirt path to his house. Beside him walked another young man with light gray hair and on his shoulders he carried a young girl with short brown hair and brilliant green eyes. She was wearing a worn, dirty pink dress and pink ribbons in her hair. She was giggling as the gray haired boy bounced along the road.
"Yukito, be careful with her. You don't want her to fall and get hurt," Touya warned. Yukito smiled.
"I will, Touya. I'd never let anything happen to little Sakura-chan," he said, picking Sakura up off his shoulders. He hugged her before putting her down. Sakura grabbed Touya's hand and pulled on it.
"Onii-chan! Can I see Tomo-chan today?" she asked when he looked at her.
"You have to ask father." He answered. Sakura frowned, "It's okay. I'm sure he'll say yes." Sakura perked back up again.
"Yay! I wants to tell her about the bu'fly I saw today," she cried. Yukito laughed. They walked under the shade of trees that lined the path to their house. Yukito had been orphaned at a young age, so the Kinomoto's had taken him in. Their house was small, but they made due. Tomoyo was Sakura's best friend and cousin who lived in a large house with her mother, Sonomi, not to far from her house.
They finally made it home, walking up the steps and into the house. The front yard had a couple of small flowering trees, the blossoms a light pink color. Petals had fallen on the grass, spotting the green with pink. The house was very well taken care of. Their father, Fujitaka, was a teacher in town and in his spare time he made repairs and improvements on the house and played with Sakura.
"Papa! We home!" Sakura cried, running into the kitchen. Fujitaka turned at the sound of his daughter's voice.
"Hi, Sakura-chan!" he said, scooping her up in his arms.
"I saw a pwetty bu'fly today!" she said. Fujitaka smiled.
"You did, huh?" he said, as Touya and Yukito entered the room.
"Yeah! Can I go see Tomo-chan? I wants to tell her about it!" she said excitedly.
"Yes, you can see Tomoyo-chan, but you have to eat something first, okay?" he answered.
"Okay!" Fujitaka put Sakura down and turned to continue cooking when a knock came at the door.
"Touya, can you get that?" he asked. Touya nodded and went to answer the door. At the door stood a messenger.
"How can I help you, sir?" Touya asked.
"I have a message for Mr. Kinomoto. Are you him?" the man asked.
"No, I'm his son. Hold on just a minute and I'll get him for you." Touya stepped aside, "Do come in, sir."
"Thank you," the man said, walking inside. Touya made his way into the kitchen.
"Father, there is a messenger here to see you. He looks like he's from the castle," he said in a low voice.
"Oh, really? Did you invite him in?" Fujitaka asked, wiping his hands on his apron.
"Yes, I did," Touya answered.
"Good. Watch the stove for me, Touya," Fujitaka said, taking his apron off and hurrying to the living room.
"How can I help you, sir?" he asked. The man turned to look at him.
"Mr. Kinomoto?"
"Yes, sir."
"I have a message for you from the Royal Family," the man pulled out a scroll of paper, unrolling it.
You and your family are invited, one month from today, to a ball being held for his highness, Prince Syaoran Li. We would like it very much if you would come celebrate his eighteenth birthday with us. The castle gates will open to guests at five o'clock sharp. You may arrive whenever you like. Please dress formally for the event.
Our Thanks,
The Li Family"Do you accept the invitation?" Fujitaka bowed courteously.
"My family and I would be honored to attend, sir," he answered. The man nodded, rolling up his scroll.
"Thank you, sir. Would you be so kind as to direct me towards the Daidouji residence?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," Fujitaka said, leading him to the door. He pointed down the path to the right. "About a mile down the path you'll come to a large house with a tall, wrought iron gate. That's the Daidouji house." The messenger bowed in thanks.
"Good day, Mr. Kinomoto," he said, Fujitaka bowed in return.
"Good day to you, too, sir," he said. The messenger stepped out and Fujitaka shut the door.
"Papa? We go to birfday party?" Sakura asked, pulling on his pant leg. He smiled and picked her up.
"Yes, we are," he answered.
"Tomo-chan go too?" she asked. He nodded.
"It looks like she is and so is Sonomi-san," he asked.
"Yay!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. He smiled as he hugged her.
"You have a beautiful smile Sakura," he said.
Syaoran sighed as his servants rushed around him, doing last minute touch-ups on his attire. His eighteenth birthday was here at last, but he wasn't very happy about it. As the day had come closer, the ominous feeling he had increased
"Something is going to happen tonight. I'm sure of it," he said to himself. The servant, who was finishing a last minute pant cuff adjustment, stood.
"There, your highness, all done. Come to the mirror," she said. She gently pulled him to the full length mirror, adjusting it so he could see himself from head to toe. She then draped his cape over his shoulders and fastened it in place.
He was wearing black dress pants with a gold stripe down the sides and a pair of black boots. His shirt was forest green in color with gold accents. His sleeve cuffs were gold and so were the buttons going down the center. The collar was Mandarin style with gold edges. His cape hung from his shoulders by gold crescent moon shaped pins and was a few shades lighter than his shirt. His brown bangs hung in his face, hiding his brown eyes; however, he refused to have his hair combed down the middle.
"Oh my, your highness! You look splendid! I do hope you like it? I did my best," she said, bowing. Syaoran studied himself a moment before nodding.
"You did an excellent job, Naru," he answered. She bowed in thanks.
"I'm so glad you like it, highness," she said. At that moment, Meilin came flying through the door, jumping on Syaoran. She was wearing a red, knee-length dress with white accents. The sleeves were long and bell shaped and it had a Mandarin style collar. She wore knee-high black socks and dark red shoes.
"Syaoran! You look great! Come on! It's almost time for the guest of honor to make his appearance!" she said, letting him go only to grab his hands. She pulled him towards the door.
"That time already, huh?" he said, unenthusiastically.
"Syaoran!" Meilin whined, "Stop being such a part pooper! We worked really hard on this!" She stopped, turning to look at him with her hands on her hips. She put on her pouting face. Syaoran sighed.
"I'm sorry, Meilin, but no matter what, I can't get my mind off the curse. I just have this really bad feeling that something is going to happen," he said. Meilin dropped her pout and became concerned.
"Syaoran, I wish you wouldn't worry about it. You are making me worry. I know how you get with your "feelings." There're usually right. I'm trying to forget that, Syaoran. I don't want the curse to be real. I don't want you to change or… or die," she finished softly. Syaoran looked at her, eyes slightly widened.
"Meilin, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way. It's just really bothering me. I don't want it to be true either, but I have to be cautious. If I do happen to change, I can hurt a lot of people there. That's what I'm worried about," he said. Meilin nodded.
"I understand, Syaoran. I'll keep an eye on you. I promise," she said, hugging him. "Now let's go. You can't be late for your own party!" Syaoran nodded as Meilin pulled him towards the ball room.
"We're here!" Meilin called.
"Good, come this way, my son," Syaoran's mother said, smiling. She put her hand on his shoulder and led the way.
A/N: So how was that for a beginning? Please tell me what you think? Let me know if I should continue the story or not. Next chapter is the party! -Smiles-