A/N: This is my second story. I don't plan on making it very long, but it's my first attempt at a multi-chapter fanfic. I don't exactly consider it a sequel to 'An Evening to Remeber', but it has some minor references to it. I hope you'll enjoy this.

Disclaimer: CLAMP owns Cardcaptor Sakura and its characters. I don't, unfortunatelty. Othewise you could expect more episodes from this wonderful series:)

Chapter 1 - Awakening

It was your average Sunday morning in Tomoeda city. It was still early, so you couldn't find many people up and walking. A veil of peace enveloped the place. The occasional singing of the birds added even more to the serene atmosphere. No matter where you looked, nothing out of the ordinary was happening. There was just the soft breeze, the glistening dewdrops, the lone dog taking a walk, the sound of clashing swords…… Ok, so maybe that last one seemed a bit out of place. If someone looked deeper in the woods of King Penguin Park, he would see two teens sparring on a small clearing, deeply focused on their activity.

A young girl, holding a thin blade, dashed forward with great speed and assaulted her opponent with a swift thrust of her weapon. With a calculated move, he parried the attack and pushed the attacking blade sideways, in an attempt to make the girl loose her balance. But she was agile and quickly turned around, this time trying an upwards slash, followed by a horizontal one. Both were expertly deflected, but she hadn't given up, and with a lightning- quick sidestep to the left, she attacked from a different angle, trying to penetrate her adversary's defenses. His response was quick and with a loud noise the swords met again. But this time he was forced to step backwards and regain his balance.

- Nice move! You're getting the hang of it. – The young boy complimented his sparring partner, with a satisfied smirk. His expression turned serious again – But you must never forget taking defensive actions, either.

With that said he lunged forward and launched a sequence of three slashes, each coming from a different direction, pushing the young girl backwards, as she tried to withstand their power. She realized she wouldn't hold on if she just blocked them raising her sword in front of her, so when the next series of attacks came, she alternately parried one and dodged the other, demonstrating amazing flexibility and footwork. In a sudden move, she jumped high and flipped mid-air, bringing down her blade on the surprised opponent. But once more steel echoed against steel, as he fiercely blocked the strike and pushed the girl away. She managed to recover from the impact and landed on her feet, panting.

- You almost got me this time. Great going, Sakura! – The boy smiled happily, pride glowing in his eyes.

- Thanks, Syaoran-kun. But it looks like I wasn't quite there yet. – The girl replied.

- Nonsense. You're doing wonderfully!

Syaoran was sincerely pleased with her. She had shown amazing improvement even since he started teaching her swordsmanship. What she lacked in physical strength she had in speed and agility. Although she was very inexperienced, her movements flowed so well she seemed like she was dancing and fighting at the same time. It was a beautiful sight to watch.

- I think that's enough. You made enough progress today – he concluded.

- Hai! – She chirped happily, satisfied with his approval.

Humming, she approached a tree trunk where her belongings lie and drank copiously from a bottle of fresh water. Feeling refreshed, she turned back to the boy, who was still looking at her with a gentle smile on his face.

- There's nothing like a good morning exercise, ne?

He chuckled. Sakura was most definitely not a morning person, yet here she was, on a Sunday at that, sparring with him. It had all started some weeks ago, when in a middle of a conversation he casually told her she should learn some martial arts, so she could still protect herself when there was no time to use magic or when she couldn't use it due to witnesses. Apparently that got stuck in her mind and sometime later she asked him to teach her. Of course he agreed, and from then on he gave her lessons when there was the opportunity. Her progress in hand-to-hand combat was going a bit slower, but there was no doubt that she had talent with a sword. It reminded him of the play back in fifth grade, where she played the prince in Sleeping Beauty. Even if it was a mock fight, she moved with such grace that it was impossible not to be admired.

It was obvious these lessons had really started to grow on her. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to get up so early and meet him when there weren't many people around yet. Syaoran had insisted in using the early morning for her practice, as he had no interest in having somebody surprising them in the middle of their lessons. It would raise too much suspicion around them. For that reason, that clearing deep in the park was a gift from heaven.

They headed home, hand in hand, enjoying the gentle wind that blew. It was autumn, so it was a bit chilly, but it felt good after the exercise. No one spoke, but they were perfectly content with just being beside each other. Too soon they reached the point where they had to part ways.

- We're here. See you later, Syao-chan.

- See you later, Sakura-chan.

Their eyes were locked for a moment, and soon their lips followed them, joining in a warm and tender kiss. They were vaguely aware of their less than pleasant smell and salty flavor of their mouths, but neither cared. All it mattered was showing the love they felt for each other and indulge in the blissful sensations of being so close to their dear one.

When it ended, their cheeks were a rosy tone and a satisfied smile adorned their faces. Each headed their own path, but they couldn't resist looking back, catching a glimpse of one another and exchanging small smiles and warm looks until they were out of sight.

Syaoran was in a very good mood, which was not uncommon lately. His life was good: he had an amazing girlfriend he loved dearly, he liked the city where he lived and he had friends he could count on. Life couldn't get much better than this. Of course that he would gladly appreciate if Touya stopped being such a pain in the rear, but then again what was life without a little spice?

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a warm shower, resting a bit and daydreaming about his precious cherry blossom. He was a bit tired from the lessons and also from dismantling the microcamera network that Tomoyo had secretly installed in his apartment in order to get good shots of Sakura.

Tomoyo Daidouji was definitely something else. He was mad when he first found out what she had done. Especially since she had recorded private moments between him and his girlfriend and showed them to the 'four-eyed-freak-menace' a.k.a Eriol Hiragizawa. But he eventually forgave her, as long as she promised that all the recorded data stayed with him and him alone. Besides, he both admired her and understood her. For a long time, he had had a hard time comprehending what were Tomoyo's feelings towards Sakura. She was genuinely happy that her loved one had found happiness, even if it wasn't with her. She felt no jealousy and no sadness. She was truly ecstatic just to be able to film the two of them and watch their love blossom. That earned her his utmost respect. Maybe she had learned the meaning of unconditional love. Still, he wished she'd find someone she'd love and who would love her back, just as he and Sakura had found each other. Although he didn't like the idea that much, maybe Eriol could be the one to play that role in the future.

Upon entering his apartment, he noticed the flashing light of his answering machine. Someone had called him this early? He wondered who it could be. He pressed the play button and soon a loud voice thundered throughout the place.

- CHINESE GAKI! I know you're there! Answer Me! Sakura's there with you, isn't she? What are you making her do with you this early in the morning?! If I find out there's something that I don't approve going on, the consequences will be dire! DO YOU HEAR ME!? Don't forget this! – And with that last comment the message ended.

After the ringing in his ears stopped, he deleted the message and went further inside like nothing had happened. After all, he was getting used to it. For some unfortunate reason Touya had gotten hold of his number and, whenever he suspected Sakura was in there with him (and he was mysteriously accurate), he made some kind of threatening call. "He must be losing his touch, though" Syaoran thought. "He didn't realize we hadn't set foot inside the house today".

Dispelling any more thoughts about that overprotective brother, he relaxed under a warm shower and after that sat down on his couch, lazily letting minutes pass by. He didn't rest long, as his cell phone melody brought him back to reality. Picking it up, he saw the word 'Sakura' flashing on the screen. He answered it with a big smile.

- Moshi moshi. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call, Sakura-sama?

On the other side he heard a giggle.

- Mou, stop with the formal speech. It really doesn't fit you.

He felt like continuing his little game for a while longer.

- My deepest apologies, esteemed princess. Should I have predicted my conduct and speech distressed thee, I would have never considered uttering a sound.

Sakura was now laughing soundly. Syaoran felt a bit like a clown, but he didn't mind, as long as he could hear her joyful laughter.

- If you... «laugh»... keep that up, you're going to begin to sound like Eriol-kun.

That comparison was enough to make him shut up.

- Anyway, I just called to ask you if you know what day it is today.

Syaoran mentally went through the list of dates that a boyfriend must know by heart unless he wished to bring about his girlfriend's displeasure: birthdays, important promises, etc… When he couldn't find anything, he answered a bit hesitant.

- I don't recall anything special about today. Is there anything I should know about?

- Nope. I really didn't expect you to know. I was just making sure. – She didn't seem unhappy at all with his answer. He was relieved, but also curious.

- What is it, tell me. – He insisted.

- It's nothing, really. You don't have to worry.

Realizing he wasn't going to get anything more out of her, he changed the subject.

- So what else did you want to tell me?

- I was wondering if you're staying home today. I intend to drop by later.

- Feel free to do so. You know you're always welcome. But your brother's home, isn't he? Try to be a little discrete. I already got a call from him today.

- Again?! – Was the surprised reply – That onii-chan! I don't know what to do with him. I thought he'd have learned some matters from Yukito-san by now.

- You know the saying: "You can't make an old dog learn new tricks".

- That's not a very nice thing to say – she reprehended – even if it is rather true. – She added playfully – But it will be alright. He can't order me around! I'll see you later. Love you.

- I love you too – he answered, before ending the call.

"Today seems promising" the young boy thought. "Now I just have to kill some time before she gets here. Sleeping a bit won't hurt." With that, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift off.

He had a strange dream. He found himself on a vast green plain. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky and the Sun shined brightly. He looked around but there was nobody in sight. Suddenly, out of nowhere appeared a circular field of flowers. They came in all shapes and sizes, with more colors that he imagined possible. In the middle he found Sakura wearing a white summer dress and pink ribbons that held her hair in the usual pigtails. She was looking straight at him with a calm, gentle smile. Not her usual 1000 Watt smile, but rather one the symbolized tranquility and harmony. Her eyes had a tender expression to them, but there was also a hint of worry. She approached him in light steps. A breeze began to blow, making her dress and hair undulate so ethereally than she didn't seem like a being from this world. Before he could speak she was within an arm's reach from him. While keeping the same tranquil demeanor, she raised her hand and gently placed it against him, in front of his heart. With a tone of voice he had never heard from her before, she whispered:

- Don't forget… No matter what, don't forget… You're Syaoran, my dearest one. Wherever, whenever… you are you.

She then leaned forward and kissed his forehead, disappearing with a gust of feathers. Before he knew it, he was in a garden. At first glance it looked like the Daidouji's. However, high above his head there were all kinds of animals flying. Giraffes, dogs, cats… He wondered if Naoko Yanagisawa had somehow gotten hold of The Create and summoned such a crowd. A soft voice behind him called his attention. It was Tomoyo singing her latest song. After a while she paused and spoke directly to him.

- Isn't this world full of wonders? Magic has shown me marvels beyond belief. Experiences I only dared dream of. Isn't it the same for you? – After an enigmatic pause she continued – Even if I don't have magic powers, their very existence in this world defines a part of me. What about you? What makes you soul vibrate with elation? How do you feel in harmony with yourself? I believe it's important to never forget these answers.

The scenery started to fade and soon enough Tokyo at night replaced it. He found himself on top of Tokyo tower, with Kerberos and Yue hovering above. They just stood there, silent, looking intently at him, as if expecting something to happen. Then, this vision too started to vanish and Syaoran felt himself awakening. It was not a very pleasant feeling, as he felt a dizzy for some moments. When it subsided, he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a couple of times, adjusting them to the light that flooded the room. During his sleep he had moved and now he was half-laying on his couch, in a rather odd and uncomfortable position. When he straightened himself up his back cried in protest against its mistreatment. Shaking off the rest of his sleepiness, he looked around.

His eyes widened in surprise. He didn't recognize the room he was in. Although the couch was the same, it was most certainly not his living room. There was an open sliding door that led to the outside and he could take a glimpse of a little garden. There were two other doors, but they were closed. Inside the room there was a TV, a DVD player, a Hi-fi, some furniture with assorted objects. Overall it provided a homey, cozy feeling. But it was still not his house and that unsettled him.

He stood up and felt there was something else that didn't seem to fit in. For some moments he looked around trying to find what it was. Finding nothing, he took a step forward and felt it again. He was moving differently. He took two more steps and looked at a mirror nearby. His breath got caught in his throat when he saw his reflection. He was taller, broader and his face looked nothing like a 14 years' old. He closed his eyes and shook his head but the image remained. He now looked like a young adult, reaching twenty.

He had a hard time regaining his breath, such was his shock. He couldn't figure out what on Earth had happened. His mind was in turmoil, trying to process it all. He sat down again, fearing that he might fall down, such was his confusion. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out, slowly, like Wei had taught him. After a couple of minutes that felt like forever he was calmer and more composed. Standing up, he began to ponder carefully about his situation. He was not a skeptic young man, oblivious to anything supernatural. In his life he had seem many strange phenomena and this was probably just another one. He had no clue what it was, but with some careful exploration and deliberation he would get his answers.

A sound of steps, from the next room, drew his attention. They were getting closer. Someone was heading into that room. His muscles tensed and he readied himself for anything. Anything except what he saw.

The door opened to reveal the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Auburn shoulderlenght hair glistened against the sun rays that flooded the room, bright emerald eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, cherry pink lips smiled softly and a cute petite nose inspired some imaginary fragrance that lingered in that room. She was tall and elegant, adorned with generous curves. But besides all her physical beauty, she had an aura that radiated happiness and well-being, as well as a perfect sense of harmony with her surroundings.

Syaoran was glued to the spot, unable to move or speak. That person's splendor could even make his girlfriend's pale in comparison.

The woman looked surprised for a second when she looked at him. But her smile quickly returned, as she slight tilted her head leftwards and spoke to him:

- Oh, are you awake already? Looks like it wasn't long ago, though – She giggled softly, looking at his face. He was quite sure that his expression right now was something quite out of the ordinary – Come with me when you're freshen up, Syao-chan.

Then realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She was Sakura. The pink aura, the looks, the expression… there was no mistake about it. But she wasn't the young teen he knew. Before him was a more mature and stunningly gorgeous woman.

But she didn't seem one bit surprised. Turning around, she exited the room humming some random tune, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Syaoran, who once again had lost his ability to think clearly, was rooted to the ground with a glazed look on his face. In the midst of his jumble of incoherent thoughts, he could only remember a quote from a foreign movie he'd once seen.

"- Toto, looks like we're not in Kansas anymore."