Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura isn't mine.

Author's Note: I was scribbling, and before I knew it, I was writing another fiction. Sure, it's a typical arrange marriage story and stuff. But, I thought I could pull this off and make it a little different. I hope you would enjoy this :)

Until You're Mine

-Chapter 1: Guys look hot wearing pink!-

"You can't do this, dad," Kinomoto Touya said. There was frustration in his voice. "It wouldn't be fair to her. Mom, you need to say something too!"

Kinomoto Nadeshiko pushed her hair behind her ear and sighed. "What am I supposed to say? You know that once your dad said it's going to happen, then, it's definitely going to happen."

"You're his wife," Touya said. "You could find a way to convince him not to do this."

"Now, stop it you two." Kinomoto Fujitaka finally said after getting tired of hearing his son making a big fuss over his decision. His eyes were fixed on his daughter across him. "I think that it's only fair for Sakura to make her own decision. It's her life."

Touya snickered and rolled his eyes. "And so you say. You're the one who arranged her marriage, aren't you?"

"Stop it, Touya," The auburn haired girl finally said. "I can handle this."

"So, what is your decision?" Fujitaka asked.

Sakura was quiet. She was frowning.

"Just so you know, if you don't agree with this, I'm going to pull all my money invested in your bakery."

"Honey!" Nadeshiko said, shocked.

"Dad!" Touya said. "That's not fair."

"You can't do that to me!" Sakura said.

Fujitaka chuckled. "I can. Trust me."

Sakura bit her lips, thinking on her father proposal. If she accepts, it would probably be the end of her life. But she can't agree to it. What about her feelings then? What about her dreams where someday, she'll meet her knight in shining armor? Her true love? But if she disagrees, she would lose her bakery.

Sakura leaned forward. "Fine. I'll meet him."

"Sakura!" Touya retorted. "What are you saying?"

"But of course," Sakura paused, and licked her bottom lips. "That is all I agree to. I don't want to get engage to him or whatever. I can't get engaged to someone I barely know."

Fujitaka chuckled. "You don't seem to understand me, young miss. I told you that you're going to get married to this man."

Sakura suck a deep breath. "Let's compromise."

Fujitaka studied his daughter face, and nodded.

"How about this, I'll agree to date him for a month. And that is it. If there's no spark of love between us, then the engagement is off. That's the best offer I can give you."

"Fine," Fujitaka said after a long pause. "That's fair enough."

"You're late." Hiiragizawa Eriol said as he was frosting some chocolate cupcake with vanilla butter cream. "You shouldn't be setting a bad example for your staff."

"I'm sorry. Something came up yesterday. I was unable to sleep," Sakura said as she pulled her baby pink apron over her head. 'Cupcakelicious' was written with hot pink script and white bold. Sakura was in her usual running shoes, jeans and an off white T-shirt. Her auburn hair was combed neatly.

"You're wearing the wrong apron, Eriol," Sakura said, glancing at him. "Everyone wore the same apron. Why can't you wear them like everyone else?"

Unlike everyone else, Eriol was wearing a plain black apron instead.

Eriol snickered. "Me? In pink? I'm a man. It wouldn't fit my personality you know? I wouldn't ever wear them."

"Why not? Steve and Adam wore them too, you know."

"They're gay. Let them be," Eriol replied.

"You know that we could hear you, Eriol!" Steve yelled from the other side.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Guys look hot wearing pink!" she stated.

Eriol glanced at his employer with the corner of his eyes and chuckled.

"I could fire you out for this," Sakura threatened.

Eriol smirked. "You wouldn't dare."

Sakura squinted. "Why is that so?"

"I bake amazing cupcakes, and you know that." Eriol answered. "You wouldn't want me to work for others. It would be bad for your business."

That's true. Hiiragizawa Eriol baked great cupcakes. Every cupcake he baked turned out perfect. Sometimes, Sakura wondered if he had some kind of magic to be able to bake perfect cupcakes every single time.

Sakura rolled her eyes then, she took a clip board hanging on the wall, and started inventory. Flour, check. Sugar, check. Baking powder, check. Baking soda, check. Cocoa powder, check. Butter, check. Cream, check. Assorted chocolate, check. Assorted flavoring, check.

"Valentine's day is coming," Eriol said. "What are we baking? And please, no pink."

Sakura laughed. "Well, I was thinking of vanilla cupcake with raspberry filling and white chocolate butter cream. Or maybe chocolate cupcakes with red and white swirled cheese cream frosting. It's going to look pretty," Sakura squinted. "Did you have any other idea?"

Eriol adjusted his glasses with the back of his hand. "How about rose flavored cupcakes? No one in Tomoeda did that. It could be our special."

"That sounds great," Sakura clapped her hand in enthusiasm.

Eriol smiled. "What about the decoration?"

"I bought some heart shaped edible sugars last week. We could use those," Sakura said. "We could use some chocolate covered strawberries too."

"We could use red rose petals as decoration too," Eriol suggested.

Sakura nodded. "That would make it look a bit romantic," Sakura agreed.

"Sakura!" a familiar voice called.

Sakura twisted around, and found her cousin/best friend; Daidouji Tomoyo was standing a meter away behind her. She was holding a bag with one hand, and a cupcake on the other. Sakura quickly identify that is her red velvet cupcakes. Tomoyo must have grabbed them on the counter.

"I heard what happened last night from Touya," Tomoyo said. Her face showed concern. "Are you alright?"

Eriol looked up from frosting cupcakes, and frowned. "What happened last night?"

"She's engaged," Tomoyo announced.

Eriol raised an eyebrow. "You never told me that."

Sakura sucked in some air. "I'm not engaged. Well, at least, not yet."

"Wait." Tomoyo squinted. "You seem calm. I thought you would be frustrated or something."

Sakura sighed and turned to his friend/cousin. "What am I supposed to do? Praying won't do it, hating won't do it,
drinking won't do it..."

"All time low," Eriol said, identifying the lyrics.

"And you never drink, Sakura," Tomoyo said.

Sakura giggled. "Well, it's not like I could change anything by throwing tantrum. My dad blackmailed me to do this. He said that if I don't agree with this, he would pull his money out of Cupcakelicious."

Tomoyo gasped.

"That's not fair," Eriol said.

"That's what we said too," Sakura retorted. Then, she took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"So, you're going to get engage with him?" Tomoyo asked.

"Well, not really," Sakura said. "I made a deal with my dad. Instead of getting a fiancé, I told my dad that I was going to date him for a month. If it's not working, then the engagement is off."

Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "Smart. You could plan something to boycott your dates too. We're going to help you, aren't we, Eriol?"

Eriol nodded. "So, who's the lucky guy?" Eriol asked.

Sakura shrugged. "Well, my dad mentioned that he's half Chinese, half Japanese. I think, his name is Li Syaoran, or something like that."

"Mother!" Li Syaoran called.

"What?"

"You can't do this to me," Syaoran said.

"Oh, but I can," Li Yelan said. "And I did."

Syaoran sighed. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You're not getting any younger! You're twenty five! It's an appropriate age to get married," Yelan replied.

"If you wanted me to get married, I could find myself a wife. I don't need you to find one for me," Syaoran debated.

"Really, Syaoran? Really?" His mother snapped. "Every day, you've been staying in the hospital all day. You made the hospital your home! Now, when did you have time to find yourself a wife? And I've been telling you to get a girlfriend a million times. Did you find one? No! You've been giving the same excuse every time."

"I'm a doctor. I'm always on call," Syaoran answered. "I don't have time."

"So, you're admitting that you don't have time to find me a daughter-in-law?" Yelan sneered.

Syaoran suck in some air. He didn't know how to calm his mother rage now. "I don't mean it like that."

"Syaoran," his mother called softly. "I'm not getting any younger too. I wanted to see my grandchild before I died."

Syaoran chuckled. He wanted to say that his sister, Fanren, Fuutie, Feimei and Shiefa had given her mother a total number of seven grandchildren. But he was sure that if he had said that, her mother would be irritated. And this argument could last forever.

"I want someone to take care of you," Yelan spoke. "Is that too much to ask?"

Syaoran sighed in defeated. "Alright. I'll do it. I'll meet her if that makes you happy."

Yelan smiled. "You're going to marry her."

"Mother! I said I'm going to meet her. If she's not my type, I won't marry her," Syaoran said. "You don't want me to spend the rest of my life with a girl I can't get along with, do you? You don't want me to suffer all my life, right?"

Yelan frowned. She was thinking. "Alright."

- End of chapter 1: Guys look hot wearing pink! -

Author's Note: What do you think? Is it good? Is it bad? I wanted to know what my readers think. How could I make this a better story? And, what do you wanted to see in this story. Please tell me by clicking the review button. Of course, if none of you were interested in this story, I'll drop this project.