Arrival.

Heathrow Airport is the busiest one of the five airports located in the London area. Offering over 180 different destinations worldwide all year round with flights leaving and arriving at any hour of the day, seeing people from all nationalities is no novelty for the prestigious and most sought after airport in all of Europe. The middle of the Shoulder Season offered just as varied a gathering of people as the busiest of the Peak Season, only a little more relaxed in pace. The busy waiting area was thronging that morning with people coming and going after their intended flights arrivals or departures so nobody paid any attention to the man watching intently the arrival news for the past half hour. His features were nothing singular in that place, either, his light brown hair shining slightly when the light caught it through the passing people, the bright, clear eyes fixed on the screen above his head, hands in the pockets of his raincoat to keep them still. The end of April brought in mild weather but it was still cold, and you never knew when it would rain. And in his line of work you couldn't just carry an umbrella around all the time.

The minutes wore off and finally the line he was looking for appeared on the screen, arriving in just 10 minutes' time. He moved from the spot he had been standing on and followed a group of people going in the same direction of the Gate 7. A circle began to form slowly around the exit gate, many of oriental nationality, waiting for the apparition of their families and acquaintances, just like him. Finally, a voice announced the arrival of the Virgin Atlantic flight from Tokyo of 11:40 am and within 5 minutes, the passengers were coming out of the gate and going in the direction of the people waiting for them. He was tall, but he was on tiptoe watching anxiously the people coming out of the gate. Presently, a girl with long dark hair set up in two high tails at each side of her face appeared through the door carrying her hand luggage. Her dark smart eyes scanned the crowd surrounding the gate until she found what she was looking for. He was waving widely at her and she walked rapidly to where he was waiting to embrace her tightly.

"Welcome back. I missed you." He was still holding her close.

"I missed you, too. I'm sorry it took so long." She was looking in his eyes. She hadn't seeing him for half a month and was trying to take in any changes he might've had in her absence. He looked still the same as ever, earnest, caring, cheerful, funny, and so handsome.

"So how was it?" He asked, shrugging that aside as he put his arm around her shoulders and they walked together to the luggage track to get her things. "Was your family alright?"

"It was lovely! They're all well and the baby was the cutest thing you've ever seen! I wish you'd been there, I missed you." Sighed, looking up at his smiling face.

"I couldn't go, I was on duty," he apologised. "Besides, they're your family, not mine."

"'Not yet', you mean." She had a gleam in her eyes as she said this and he looked at her with those loving eyes he had only for her enjoyment. "I know they'll like you when they get to know you. That's why I wish you had been able to come this time with me."

"So, what's for dinner?" The abrupt change of subject was not as amazing as it may look. The youth had an all too normal healthy appetite and food was in his foremind at any given moment. The girl smiled at this usual display.

"Wait and see. Sakura taught me some new recipes, you'll love them."

"I'll love anything you make, darling." They had arrived at the luggage band and were waiting for the bags to appear. "Did you see your mother?" He asked off-handedly, like it was a thing of no importance, but she noticed and her eyes and voice hardened at once.

"No, and I don't wish to speak about it. Please don't mention that any more, Ryusuke."

"Meilin, please be reasonable. If I am to marry you, I think it best to have your parents' blessing. Can't you try to let go and talk it over with her? I'm sure she didn't mean ill." He was speaking gently, knowing how much of a sore spot it was for her but she wouldn't budge.

"I went to visit my cousin and his first born son, my mother had nothing to do in a place like that, she wasn't invited and I wouldn't have gone if she had. And I don't need her 'blessing' to live my life the way I want!" She said angrily. "She never respected my wishes so why should I respect hers? Now be a dear and help me with the bags. I think I brought too much back." She was already hauling a big suitcase so he had to drop the subject to help her with her heavy luggage and there were no more opportunities to discuss the subject to Meilin's relief, who hated arguing with him after been apart for so long.

Ryusuke drove her over to the Hiragizawa residence where she was staying until after the wedding, when they would be moving to their newly refurbished house, a wedding gift from Eriol, who said he wanted to keep the couple as close as possible for the amusement of his wife.


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Disclaimer: I do not own any of Clamp characters, they are the sole property of CLAMP and I make no claims over them.

This story is actually a crossover between Card Captor Sakura, 20 Mensou ni Onegai and a third non Clamp work which I shall not mention here yet. That's the whole point of the mystery of this story. Unfortunately, I couldn't find 20 Mensou ni Onegai in any of its given or translated names as a category listed in so I had to put this story as a CCS fanfic solely.

This story is composed of 3 parts, the first of which is presented here under the name of Requiem of May. Each part is separated by a timeline so each will have its own name. The next two parts will be under the crossover section for sure, but I'll let you know when that time comes. So far and since there's no label for the greatest thief of Clamp, this part will remain as a CCS fic.

I hope you like my first ever attempt at a long and complex story.

Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.