Okay, some background info here. This is a multi-chapter sequel fic to a Tsubasa/xXxHolic fic by GreenCrystalRose Link .net/s/4894525/1/The_End so in order to understand this fic properly, please read that one first. Thankies.

So it's centered around that idea. This is a major crossover with multiple different universes.

Connected Dream: Broken Souls

"Take it all away! Turn back time so that Fei-Wang Reed was never born!"

"Very well. I cannot guarantee any happiness will result from this wish, Syaoran. The only one who will gain anything from a wish such as this is Sakura, since she has no hardships in her past."

"And the Price?" Fai whispered, clutching Kurogane's body to him even tighter.

"Your Bonds."

A dark haired boy trudged along the edge of the street.. His golden eyes stared straight ahead, gazing at nothing in particular, a bored expression pasted on his face. It was just another boring school day, nothing to be excited about. Then again, was there ever anything to be excited about? Not really. The boy reached up and ran his fingers through his short black hair. Twisting his head slightly with the motion, he felt a stab of pain pierce through his chest.

The boys eyes widened. What the hell was that? When he had turned to the left, just slightly . . . That sickening pain . . . Belonging to a family of priests, he knew what he had felt just now wasn't normal. But even if he turned to look again, he had no spiritual vision. He wouldn't see anything.

Taking a deep breath, he turned. Blinking, he gripped the white cloth of his uniform, just above the heart, where the pain was strongest.. How could this be? Before him now . . .

. . . Was a completely empty lot . . .

"What the hell?" he muttered. "There's nothing here at all." He ran his hand along a rotting fence post with a wooden crescent moon perched delicately atop it. There was absolutely nothing here. And yet . . . Why did it feel like there should be?

Hurried footsteps echoed off the pavement behind him. "Ah! Doumeki-kun! You've never taken this route to school before! Let's walk together!"

Shizuka Doumeki turned to face the speaker. His eyes fell upon a student his age, shorter than he was, with light brown hair and amber eyes. "We should walk together, Doumeki-kun." Syaoran grinned.

Doumeki's hand clenched, feeling the jarring pain in his chest again. He'd known Syaoran since grade school. So why . . . Why now? Why was it now, in front of this empty lot that he felt this?

The feeling that Syaoran shouldn't be here . . . That it should be someone else standing before him . . .

^-^ ^-^ ^-^

"Why's our squad only got two members?" a dark eyed, spiky haired boy muttered. "Wouldn't it have made more sense to just split the two of us up into squads with some of the older nin? How annoying."

An older, silver haired man shifted the headband covering his left eye. "Well, I'm sure your brother could fill that third spot if you asked him."

The boy's head jerked up, "no way! Nii-san is too busy for that kind of stuff!"

"Ah! Sasuke-kun, it'd be fun! Even if he just came on one mission!" An enthusiastic pink haired girl squealed. Mentally, she laughed, "I bet he's just as hot as Sasuke . . ."

"Now, now, Sakura-chan. I was just joking. Itachi is an Anbu now, remember? He'll be too busy for amateur Genin like yourselves," the silver haired man chuckled.

"Naa . . . Meanie. You're a meanie Kakashi-sensei . . ." Sakura mumbled.

"And by saying that, you think he'd hang out with you?" Sasuke said, his gray eyes glaring at his teacher.

"Itachi and I go drinking together very often in fact.: Kakashi said, blinking in what could be assumed as a smile underneath his mask. "And Sasuke, if you're anything like your brother, your skills alone are enough for the entire squad."

"Yeah!" Sakura chimed in, "You're so strong Sasuke-kun! I bet you could be the next Hokage!"

At these words, Sasuke inhaled a sharp intake of breath, feeling anguish wash over him.

"I'm gonna be Hokage!"

The words echoed in his head. Whose words were those? Not his. Not anyone he knew. And yet . . . It hurt so much. At that moment, he felt intense loneliness grip him. But why? He had his family, his precious older brother, Kakashi and Sakura . . .

Someone was missing . . .

^-^ ^-^ ^-^

"Hey, Izumi-chan. Wouldn't it be cool if it snowed right now?" a fluffy-brown-haired boy asked his companion.

Izumi looked up from his yellow and white laptop, his redish-brown hair glistening in the sun. "don't be ridiculous. It's the middle of summer, Taichi. We're at summer camp. And don't call me Izumi-chan."

Taichi made a pouty face at him. "It would be cool. You're just no fun . . . Izumi-chan . . ."

Izumi continued typing away at his laptop. "Call me that one more time, and I'll tell Yamato you've been staring at him all day. It's a wonder he hasn't noticed yet."

"Waah! Don't do that!" Taichi laughed. Shrugging, he stared up at the cloudless summer sky, "but, wouldn't it be wonderful? For it to snow . . ."

^-^ ^-^ ^-^

A tall, dark-spiky-haired man sat on the edge of an old Japanese style porch. He leaned back on his hands, letting the early summer wind wash over him. "Tomoyo-hime. How many times have I told you not to stand behind me," he growled.

Princess Tomoyo laughed, holding the sleeve of her elaborate kimono to her mouth. "You got me again Kurogane."

"I am a ninja," he boasted.

"Right you are," she smiled. "I just sent the letter to your parents out with a messenger this morning."

"Good. I don't want them trying to leave the village unprotected just to come visit me."

"Kurogane," Tomoyo said, sitting down beside him, "can I ask you a question? And I want a sincere answer. I'll know if you're lying."

"Uh . . ."

"Good!" she grinned, "Kurogane, what is your favorite color?"

The ninja blinked, "wh-what kind of question is that?!?!"

"A very important one," Tomoyo said sternly. "Now answer." she clapped her hands commandingly. "And no lies."

Kurogane glared at her, "why do you want to know?"

"Answer!"

"Gah! Alright! I get it!" he shook his head and looked away. "My favorite . . . My favorite color . . . Is blue . . ."

Tomoyo stared at him, "Blue? Why that color? You never wear anything other than black and sometimes red. And you don't even own anything blue really either."

Kurogane shrugged, "I'm not sure. It's just . . . A very light blue, like the

sky . . . It reminds me of something . . . Something important. Something I can't remember . . ."

^-^ ^-^ ^-^

A young, dark haired girl chased after a fat multi-colored cat outside her family's shrine. Muttering something under her breath, she scooped him up just short of a set of old wooden doors. "Sota! How many times have I told you not to let Buyo out of the house! What is he'd gone in there!"

"Sorry Kagome-onii-chan . . ." her brother mumbled. "It would have been pretty scary if he'd gone in the Bone-Eaters Well, huh."

"It would," she snapped, "now I'm gonna be late for school." She turned, about to go. Suddenly, a tugging pain laced through her heart. "What the . . ." she glanced at the well-house. Why did she feel like there was somewhere else she needed to be?

^-^ ^-^ ^-^

"See that girl there? That's Tohru Honda. Isn't she cute?"

An orange haired boy looked over to where his friend was pointing. "I

guess . . ."

"Aww . . . Kyo-chan, you're no fun! I heard that her mom and dad are really nice too! Maybe I should ask her out."

"You do that," Kyo shrugged. It's not like it mattered to him. It was less than a year until he became confined. He clenched his fist. This damn curse. It made loving anyone less than impossible . . .

^-^ ^-^ ^-^

A fair skinned blond boy wandered the stone hallways of his school. His hand trailed along across the rock walls, his eyes distant. It wasn't as if his life was bad or anything. In fact, just the opposite. The dark lord had ruled the wizarding world for close to fifteen years now. His own father was the this school's headmaster. Mudbloods and muggle loving wizards had all been eliminated. Only the ideal purebloods remained.

He shivered, pulling his silver and green scarf tighter around him. He didn't know why they bothered with making the silly things. There was only one house now. He shivered again, remembering what part of the school he was in.

Swiftly, he looked around him before climbing into an entryway that he assumed had once been a painting. It's tattered canvas still hanging from the frame's edges. As he entered, he noticed a gold and red banner, dusty with age, stuck to the wall. But, besides the dust, it wasn't damaged at all. It's gold letters still sparkled, spelling out Gryffindor. "It must have been horribly strong magic that set that there . . ." he muttered. There was no doubt in his mind that many had tried to remove it over the years. Or burn it. The wall around it was littered with blast marks of various spells.

Slowly, he began to climb the stairs to where he assumed the dormitories would have been. He stepped over the remains of a smashed door and into what must have been the boy's dorm. Suddenly, his foot caught among the debris, and he fell forward.

Coughing from the dust he'd kicked up in his fall, he rose to his knees. He started to stand, but felt something under his right hand.

A palm sized crack was in the stone floor beneath his hand. "How strange," he whispered. With all the strong magic in this area, only the doors and furniture had broken. This was the only crack. He raised his hand from the floor and looked at it closer.

It was shaped like a lightning bolt. His body crumpled to the ground in pain. And overwhelming feeling of loss enveloped him and he felt tears spring to his eyes. His finger's grazed the edge of the crack, diving into it and pulling at it in his pain, as if trying to tear it apart, force it to change it's shape.

Something cold hit his fingers inside the crack. Surprised, he pulled out a small, gold, heart shaped locket. Hesitantly, the pain getting worse as he touched the thing, he opened it.

Inside was a small picture. A mom, dad, and . . . A tiny dark haired baby. The baby waved it's stubby hands at the camera while his parents laughed. Tears streamed openly now down the blonde's face.

Something was wrong. Something about this, about everything, was horribly wrong . . .

"Someone's supposed to be here . . ." he whispered. "Why aren't they here now?" He choked on his tears, "why?"

RANDOM AUTHOR RAMBLE

Kay, so by the time I actually finish this thing, it'll probably be the longest fricken thing I've ever written. When I read my friend's fanfic, it felt like the perfect idea for the major crossover I'd always planned. By the way, if you have any questions on what worlds are portrayed, here.

In order: Tsubasa, xXxHolic, Naruto, Digimon, Tsubasa, Inuyasha, Fruits Basket, Harry Potter.

Also, if you don't like light Yaoi/Shonen-Ai fluff, don't read anymore.

And many of the characters and worlds mentioned in this chapter will be dropped until the last chapter, because they were only meant to portray the situation. Which is basically, every "bad" thing that ever happens in books and anime and manga, is caused by FWR and if it didn't happen, things might be happy-happy-suger-coated-faieries-and-gay. But it would be wrong. Our most precious main characters would be missing!!!

Also, if u have any questions about the fic, go ahead and ask. I feel as if it might be slightly confusing . . .

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