Author's Note: Yeah, hi. -Smiles- I know, I haven't updated Unreal Sentiments or Secrets To Hide for a long time… but I got this fic for you guys. -Grins- Have any of you read the book Smack? Well, this story is pretty much based on it, but I'm adding my own little changes, some changes on what I really didn't like on the book. Like Smack, the story is based on pretty much short chapters like this, (Around 1000 something words… actually, I'm not sure if I'll make chapters this short… your choice.) and it is on point of views. One of the changes from this and the book is that Syaoran and Sakura are NOT a couple in the beginning, like the characters from the book, and they are thirteen, not fourteen. So, um… enjoy!

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura is © CLAMP, and the book Smack is… well, I really don't know, but it's not mine. -Shrugs- I don't really remember things like that...

-Running-

Chapter 1

We ran away. Away from our so-called home, and from our problems. Only thirteen years old. Two thirteen-year-olds running off into the night. Out of the place we've been suffering in. The only person that understood me was her, and the only person that understood her was me. It seemed like a good idea to run away. Over the last few months our desire to run away as far as we could became unbearable. Whenever we came outside to the fresh air our feet tingled, pleading for that one-way ticket, but unfortunately not getting its wish. I looked down at my feet, currently hidden in black boots. They're happy now.

We're currently in a bus. My head is dizzy. Because I was so busy planning the escape, I had forgotten to make myself something to eat. Even though my head was jumbled, my eyes were sleepy, and my stomach was empty, I was happy. I was satisfied. A smile spread across my lips, a slight, soft smile for strangely no reason. I looked to my left. Sleek auburn hair met my eyes instantly. My arm lazily draped around a small figure. I could feel soft, warm breaths evenly against the left side of my chest, through my cotton shirt. She understood me. She knew why, because she had the same dilemma. The buildings went by as I looked at the dusty window. I couldn't believe I was finally leaving. Finally leaving this town, where my heart had been shattered endlessly.

I felt a slight movement. I looked at her again. My eyes focused on almond-shaped, bedroom eyes. The color of her eyes were dizzying, bringing me into a state of vertigo. Dark, pine green irises. A slow smile curved upon her cherry pink lips, a smile similar to mine. She was as sleepy as I was, as I noticed by her strained, narrowed eyes, even through the dim lighting. There wasn't a light in the back of the bus. "We're finally out of here. My feet were tingling with excitement today; It was if they knew it was going to be tonight." She stated. Her voice was hoarse and raspy, since she was asleep a few seconds ago.

I could see the glittering necklace around her neck. The silver chain, the cherry-blossom charm, and her name carved upon it in fancy, delicate letters. Sakura. The one person who knows everything about me and has been with me for long years. My head bobbed in a slow nod. She let a soft sigh escape her lips and leaned against me again. "Are you okay?" She questioned, her voice a tint of concern "You can sleep if you want, and I'll take over for a little while." "No." I answered. My voice was like hers, a hoarse whisper. "I'll be all right."

I could feel her shrug. "Suit yourself." She mumbled "But wake me if you still want the offer." Soon her breath was slower. I could feel her muscles relax fully. She shifted just an inch, and stopped as she finally felt comfortable. My eyes came to the window again. I wasn't homesick at all. Not yet. I don't think I will, at least, not for a long while. My lower lip curled to the back of my front teeth, and my teeth bit on it gently. Had I forgotten anything? I did bring a three-days supply of food, two shirts, two pants, two pairs of underwear, and two pairs of socks. I also brought two bottles of water. I don't know what Sakura brought yet. We would check when we came to our destination, which is out of town.

The sky was now pitch-black. I don't know what time it is. It could be around two in the morning, but I'm probably very off. Sakura has a wristwatch, but since she is sleeping on her right side and her wristwatch is on her right wrist, I can't check the time. I hear a gruff "Last stop." and I could feel the bus go slower and slower. I braced for the pressure when it stopped, but unfortunately, I was sleepy and for that I couldn't brace myself that much. Both Sakura and I fell when the bus stopped. "Ow…" She whispered, rubbing at her side. I groaned and rubbed my arm. "Get the hell out of here; I ain't got all day, y'know." The driver said rudely, tuning his pale, round face to us. I got up and reached my hand out to Sakura. She took it gratefully and we both got out of the bus.

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Sleeping on the concrete is uncomfortable. And icily-cold. I could feel Sakura shiver under our blanket. "It's cold." She mumbled. She grabbed onto me for warmth, her head hidden on my chest. I placed my chin on top of her head. I don't think she was ready yet. A rush of guilt spread over me. It's my fault. At least she could've been warm tonight. That was only regret, that I brought her with me while she wasn't ready yet. "I'm sorry." I told her.

"Syaoran… what do you mean?" She asked confusedly. I could feel her long lashes brushing against my shirt as she blinked. Her voice came out as a sleepy muffle. "You weren't ready yet." I explained "Now you're cold, with no home… you weren't ready yet, and it's all my fault that you're shivering." My fingers twitched. A problem I had with my fingers since I was small. Another thing I got from living in that so-called home.

"Come on, Syaoran." She said "I agreed to this. I wanted to run away, and I am just as ready as you. If I wasn't ready, then I wouldn't be here, with you, wrapped around in this blanket, feeling completely blissful for once in a long time." I pondered on her words. She certainly sounded happy. I could feel her lips curve into a smile. I finally wrapped my arms around her body and decided to give her some of my body warmth. She's too delicate. I still feel guilty, but not as much. At least she was happy… but something inside of me keeps bothering me. Something inside of me tells me that even if this life might be for me, it can't be for her. She could have something to do in her future, even if I don't… a career.

"Why don't we just sleep. Just sleep and forget about this. We have a long day tomorrow, y'know. Good night Syaoran, sweet dreams." She whispered softly. In my arms she still shivered, so I wrapped my arms even tighter to her. Again, she's too delicate for this, like a porcelain doll. I just don't want her to break. I closed my eyes. I'm so sleepy. She was already asleep, her muscles relaxed against me. My muscles started to relax as well. My mind started to fog up again. My breath became slower and slower. Finally I slept.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow…

-TBC-

So, would you guys like it if I continue? Hope it sounds interesting… Heh, I just got this idea today. -Smiles- So, please review with your deepest opinion, okay? Thanks.

See ya!