The blizzard was gaining speed, and he was nowhere near the house. 'A sudden blizzard. The news reports said that it would be sunny and warm all day, but their just there to give random predictions. Let me guess tomorrow we will have clear skies for all of what? Five minutes? Their job is just guessing--'

A high flute note rose above the gale strength winds roaring through the snow. It changed notes several times before ending in a long high C.

He began to whisper the words to the wind as he recognized the song, "In the moonlight I felt your heart, quiver like a bowstring's pulse. In the moon's pure light, you looked at me. Nobody knows your heart," Syoaran bent his head down into the wind and let out a short laugh, "Only she could play that song an octave higher than its original music, so I would hear it and come rushing home to see why she has graced me with her presence."

Syoaran quickened his steps to reach his destination faster. If there was one thing he knew, it was that her visits meant something important. The last time she was here, she had news of his grandmother's death, and his grandmother had left him everything. Her notes sounded happy, so there was a good chance that this was good news.

He came over a mound of snow to find only a flute. Playing of its own accord, "When the sun has gone, I see you. Beautiful and haunting but cold. Like the blade of a knife, so sharp, so sweet. Nobody knows your heart," it seemed to sing.

"Figures you'd--" Syoaran was cut off by someone knocking him down from behind.

"All of your sorrow, grief, and pain locked away in the forest of the night. Your secret heart belongs to the world of the things that sigh in the dark, of the things that cry in the dark," a beautiful brown-haired, emerald-eyed girl now lay on top of him singing the last of the lyrics as the flute finished with a really long solo, " How many times have you fallen for me weather enchantments?"

"I think it's seven times now," he groaned, "Not that your heavy, but the ground is covered snow, and I need up."

"Gomen," Sakura stood up and offered him a hand.

Syoaran dusted off the snow that hadn't melted into his clothing and looked back at her, his amber gaze connecting with her emerald gaze. After a minute he realized what he was doing and blushed before turning away, as he did, he could have sworn he heard her giggle. No, she wouldn't. She has no reason to. Probably a trick of the wind, "So, what's up?"

"Not much. Just wanted to cause a little trouble for Mr. Quick-To-Point-Fingers Syoaran," she was now dancing to the flute's solo.

"Hey, Sakura?"

"Yeah?"

"Of all the songs in the world, why Princess Mononoke?" he grabbed her gently by one arm and made her spin into his arms, "Hmm?"

She leaned in as if she was going to kiss him (making his heart beat faster in desire), but stopped just cm away, "Because I like it," she danced away while his defenses were down. The flute reached the last note and held it in fermata. Sakura's arms rose with the fermata and dropped with the cut off. With the cut off, the wind halted, and the snow ceased to fall.

"You have to show me how you do that," Syoaran grinned, amazed, as he walked over and picked up the flute off of snow drift.

"Only if you play in the snow with me," Sakura said gingerly taking the flute from him, "Can you promise me that?"

Syoaran grinned and waited for her to turn away before pouncing on her, knocking her into the snow, and pitching the flute three feet, "You should really watch your back with me around."

"Syoa--"

"Huh? What did you say?" he shifted his weight a little and her face come out of the snow a little bit.

"I sai- your crush-- me!" she struggled a little before lying still again.

"Oh! Gomen!" he quickly jumped off of her and helped her up, "Gomen."

"Dijobodes. Now, stop apologizing," Sakura said as she pulled him back in to the snow, face first, "Now we're even," she started off at a half run, giving Syoaran time to get on his feet and grab the flute from where it was tossed.

"Get back here," he yelled playfully.

"Never! You have to catch-- ow," Sakura bumped into Touya, knocking her to the ground.

"Monster," he grumbled.

"Gomen, Oni-chan," she sat in the snow, half shocked, half worried. She wanted to tell Syoaran herself.

"Sakura! What are you doing on the ground again?" Syoaran ran up to her and helped her up, but after noticing who it was she had run into, he froze.

"What exactly was my little sister doing on the ground?!" Touya had his arms crossed and was looking down on his little sister and her frozen friend.

"S-She w-was," Syoaran stuttered then gulped, "Umo."

"Oni-chan, stop scaring him. You know you will now see him every time you see me, remember?" Sakura walked over to her still glaring brother and poked him in the ribs making him flinch.

"Sakura? What do you mean?" she took a step back and to her right, hiding herself behind her brother, "Touya? Do you know what she meant?"

"Yeah," he said, "It means that you're marrying my little sister. You break her heart, I break your arm. And maybe a leg."

"W-W-What?"