I now pronounce you miserable

Chapter 1

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"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

It was like a nightmare come to life; Sakura could hardly wait for it to be over. She polished her face with a plastic smile that went hand in hand with the over the top wedding dress that her mother had designed for her. Her hair was a neat ballet bun that only complimented her beautiful face. It was no doubt a perfect wedding, everything you would expect to go wrong at a wedding did not happen. It was just perfect. She was the only thing that stood out, can you imagine, a bride who believes that she does not fit in at her own wedding and nonetheless does not want to be there?

The bridegroom was a perfect gentleman, handsome, well mannered, a blue blood who had shown her nothing but utter kindness from the day he met her. But she despised him; she despised that look in his eyes when he looked at, that hopeful expression. It made her sick to her stomach. He would reach for her hand, and gently pull her closer to him, but she would not hold his hand. She could not look at him, each time she did, tears would form in her eyes and she feared that the tears would ruin her perfect make- up and worse of all that everyone would see, that he would see that she was unhappy. She suppressed all of her emotions, and like a puppet, did everything her parents made her swear to do.

"But you're very young Sakura." He Aunt Muriel told her. The woman was clearly drunk, she had a reputation for not being able to hold her liquor "I'm not that young, I'm 22" Sakura explained.

"Don't you want to have a little more fun, play around, when I was in my twenties I had a different boyfriend is every major city in Japan." She cackled holding the glass of red wine to her lips.

Sakura half smiled, the fake smiled failed to reach her tired eyes.

"Although I must say, Li Syaoran is a handsome guy and he'll take care of you. I just know it; he has so much going for him. That money isn't going to spend itself if you know what I mean. You're so lucky." She laughed even louder and hit Sakura on the shoulder playfully. Sakura recoiled.

"It was nice talking to you." She said walking away.

Her family was shallow, she thought to herself. All they cared about was wealth, her parents were even worse than her Aunt, it's not like their family was poor, and in fact they lived a comfortable life. Her parents were just greedy. Sakura thought.

While she was walking towards the table where her friends were sitting, a strong arm grabbed her forearm, she turned around slowly. It was him, her husband Li Syaoran. He shot her a weary smile then slowly released her shoulder "I'm sorry." He apologized "If I hurt you."

He dropped his hand and looked at her, his face was bright red and he made her very uncomfortable. He had dark brown eyes that looked like they were ready to engulf her.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asked her warmly "I promise I won't step on your toes."

Sakura did not laugh at what was intended to be a joke.

His gaze lingered as he awaited a reply.

"Sure." She suddenly spoke.

He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. She was awfully quiet, he though himself, too quiet. She hardly spoke to him and it seemed as though she didn't even want him touching her. Such a beautiful girl, she was the epitome of perfection. He had fallen in love the first time he was introduced to her by her parents a month earlier. She was down to earth, kind and interesting, she spoke a lot. Very cute girl, and instantly he knew that she was the one he was destined to marry.

He held her close to him and whispered in her ear "Did I mention you look beautiful, Li Sakura."

She slightly nodded and though in her mind "I'm Kinomoto Sakura." She just wanted to push him away and wail like a child for him calling her that.

"Well I mean it." He didn't know what else to say to her, she made it terribly difficult for him to tell her anything.

"Why are you so quiet?" he finally asked as their feet moved along to the music.

"I'm not quiet." She denied.

He chuckled "You won't speak to me and I can tell you don't like it when I touch you. We're married now, you're going to have to get used to me."

"I know." She muttered.

"You're just telling me what I want to hear." His heart felt like it had been shattered into tiny pieces. He has always been an old fashioned man. His family had for generations followed tradition in everything they did. He had no problem with the idea of an arranged marriage, in fact he praised it. His parents had been arranged to be married and they had lived a happy life together for almost 30 years. He wanted that for himself and he trusted that his parents would help him choose a fine woman as his wife.

As she rested her head on his chest, he wanted to kiss her, so much. He would have to ask for her permission and he had already predicted that her answer would be no.

She rested her head on his shoulder and murmured "Can we just…keep dancing…I'm not in the mood for talking right now."

He sighed, she had just contradicted herself. "Whatever make you happy love."

She could feel everyone watching them as they danced; they were dancing to her favorite love song. But this time, it only made her very. He smelled very good, she could not help but notice and he was gentle.

…

After the wedding, the couple was driven to a 5 star hotel out of town; they were to stay there for a two days before going for their honeymoon. When they reached the hotel room, he opened the door and allowed her to go in first. He didn't know what to expect, the idea of being alone with her suddenly made him nervous.

He closed the door behind him. He awkwardly narrowed his gaze to her; she stood in the middle room. She looked at him and him at her. He walked closer to her, and as he did, he say something that forced him to stop in his tracks, there were tears in her eyes. They soon ran down her cheeks and she put no effort into wiping them away.

"Why are you crying?" he asked looking down at the carpeted floor.

"I'm not….I…" she didn't know what to tell him.

"Don't you love me? You've been so cold." He said to her.

She swallowed hard, he didn't seriously expect her to answer that "I'm just…" she didn't know to explain it to him.

His eyes darkened as he raised them to look at her "Go on, say it, there is nothing you can possibly say that can make me more hurt me than I am already."

"Hurt? Why are you hurt?" she said shocked.

"Because I get the feeling that you don't want to be married to me."

She wiped her tears away, she wanted to speak but the words couldn't come out.

He leaned against the wall "It's our wedding night dammit, we are going to be spending the rest of our lives together." He ran his fingers through his hair frustrated "it's alright though. I do love you Sakura and I do want to make you happy." He said taking a few steps closer to her "I don't care if your reasons for marrying me are not the same."

She took a deep breath and finally spoke "I didn't want this." She told him "A forced marriage."

"Forced?" his eyebrows shot up "No one forced you."

"You wouldn't understand." She told him, she lifted her face.

She picked up the train of her dress and made her way to the bathroom where she locked the door. He could hear her cry. He didn't know what to do.

"Sakura." He loosened the tie of his tuxedo and took off his jacket "I was so sure that you wanted to be married to me." He spoke loud.

He walked to the couch and sat on it. He waited awhile for her to come out of the bathroom but she did not, after 45 minutes and two glasses of brandy he knew she was not going to be coming out. And there was no way she could escape; their room was on floor 22.

He knocked on the door "Are you alright in there?"

"We need to set up some ground rules?"

"Ground rules?" he arched his eyebrow. He chuckled believing that she was joking.

She opened the door. Her face had tear stains. She held a firm expression that gave him shivers down his spine.

"Yes ground rules." She said strictly.

"Like…."

She took a deep breath "You are forbidden from telling me that you love me. We will not touch, unless it is in public and appropriate."

He watched her; he could not help but smile. He just wanted to laugh at her.

"We will not sleep in the same bed…"

"Not even sex?" he asked her with a naughty glint on his face.

"Definitely no sex." She said with so much enthusiasm.

He put he slid his hands in his pocket and said sardonically "You're killing me." He then burst into laughter, tears at the corner of his eyes "you're so cute when you talk nonsense. How are we supposed to procreate without sex and we can't procreate without practice."

He eyes widened and her face was pale. "Procreate?"

"It's expected." He said to her.

She raised her shoulders then walked past him.

"In time you'll love me too." He told her, his laugh slowly dying down.

"This isn't happening." She cried. Her hands trembling.

He put his arms around her, she pushed him away then punched his chest "You ass!"

He released her "owe, I wanted to….." they he paused then muttered "You ungrateful little brat."

She gasped "Ungrateful? Oh, one minute you love me and now you say I'm an ungrateful brat."

"All couples have to fight eventually, our time is now."

She rolled her eyes and walked past him marching all the way to the bedroom where she slammed the door.

"I guess asking for sex would be inappropriate." He muttered and thought of how many people have ever said that on their wedding night.

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A/N. I know it's very short but I want to know if it would be worth my time continuing this story so please give me your opinion. I'm writing exams XD so I'll only be able to finish this, as try to finish all my other stories after my exams on Friday.