D/C: I do not own any part of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles

Hmm… this is just a collection of brief flashes of times when Syaoran and Sakura spend time together. Innocent fluffiness like there are in the anime and manga, except they're in clumps here because I love those moments. I've always felt like writing stuff like this because Syaoran and Sakura make me happy together x). I'm not exactly sure what Sakura's mental state is in these stories, I'm pretty sure that she still has all her memories because she acts like she still does, if you remember from the very beginning of the series. But I don't think it would matter… Sakura doesn't need her memories to make new ones with Syaoran 3 I hope you enjoy it! Oh… and I think theres a tiny bit of OOC here…

Stories from Our Memories

Snow

A vast expanse of untrodden snow lay before them. It was early morning, the blue-gray sky illuminated by the winter sun. Sakura gasped and oohed and aahed at the view, while Syaoran smiled at her side, his hair ruffling and blowing in the wind. Reluctant to ruin such a beautiful thing, they stepped forward, feet sinking into the crunching snow.

"Close your eyes, Syaoran." Sakura chirped.

Syaoran looked puzzled and surprised, lifting his eyebrows.

"Just do it, pleaaase?" she pleaded. He smiled and obeyed. Almost immediately, a rapid succession of crunches came, followed by a small "nh"s by Sakura. It sounded like she was jumping around in the snow. Syaoran had a crazy need to open his eyes and see what the heck she was doing. But then he heard her walk back towards him. What he wasn't expecting was a sudden tackle from the back as she flung her arms around his neck, laughing.

"gAH!" he cried out, eyes still tightly shut and his cheeks coloring. Then, "Can I look now?"

"Yup!" she said. He opened his eyes.

AISHITERU. The Japanese for "I LOVE YOU" was stamped into the snow. Sakura's hands rested on his collarbone while her head poked over his shoulder, arms still around his neck and shoulder. He turned his head to look at her and smiled. She let go of him and jumped up and down, clapping.

"Yay! You like it!"

"Of course I do." He replied.

………

The air was still crisp and clean, so they sat against a corner of the King's Palace, sitting close to each other and enjoying the day.

"Does the King know you're here with me?"

"Yeah, I told Father I was going outside."

"When does your tutoring start?"

"Umm… an hour or two. I don't know, they're so boring I don't keep track of them."

"Well, they're important for when you take on the leadership."

"Whatever."

The small talk continued, sometimes they lapsed into silence, but it wasn't awkward. There was nothing wrong with silence, and simply enjoying company and the other's presence. Then in the middle of some conversation, Sakura shivered.

"Are you cold?" Syaoran asked, turning his head and leaning forward to look at her.

"No." She shook her head, but Syaoran saw how her knees were drawn up against her and her hands folded against her stomach. Her ears were red.

"If you're cold, you should have told me!" he said, frowning. "Come on, let's go inside and warm you up." He started to get up but stopped as Sakura's hand pulled at his.

"No! I don't want to, I like it out here."

He pulled off his coat. "Then you have to wear this." Sakura looked horrified and shook her head once more.

"No, Syaoran, then you'll be cold and then you could get si-" she was cut short as Syaoran thrust the coat at her. Then he squatted down and smiled at her, still holding out the coat.

"Come on, it's either this or we go inside. I'd rather get sick than you get sick."

"Hey… that's no fair!" she complained. "How come if someone got sick it'd have to be you just because you gave me your coat."

"Well, I'm more used to cold?" Then he winced once he said it. He knew what she'd say.

"Are you doing this just because I'm a girl?" she had that expression of stubbornness when something wasn't going well.

Syaoran's eyes widened and he stammered out, "No, no no no! I don't want you to get sick, that's all!" Sakura eyed him.

"You're in trouble if you get sick. From me, I mean, I'll get you and make you wear five sweaters when we go outside." She threatened, but a smile played at the edges of her mouth and she took the coat, drawing it around her.

"Yes, ma'am." Syaoran said, looking dead serious. Then he chuckled.

Once again, they sat back, enjoying the beauty of Clow. Syaoran's hand hovered uncertainly, then moved over to take Sakura's.