"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Tomoyo asked as we walked farther up the hill towards the great oak tree.

"Of course it is," I replied. "It's not like we're going to lose them or anything."

"Kurogane, I don't know about this. These are your dad's cards..."

I stuck my tongue out at her. Tomoyo was always worried about something. I patted my pocket. All of the cards were there. Every last one of them. And besides, it was only going to be one game. It's not like we were going to lose them or anything. We reached the tree and I jumped up on the closest branch and started climbing. I lowered my hand for Tomoyo.

"Kurogane..." she started.

"Aw, come on, Tomoyo," I pleaded with her. "It's just going to be one game..."

She looked up at me and bit her lip. Then I gave her the face. It was my one way of making her smile...and it worked. The corners of her lips curled into a smile and she took my hand. "I guess if it's only one game..." she muttered.

I laughed. "Of course it's only going to be one game. You have nothing to worry about. We've done worse with your sister's tea set and that was your idea."

"Hey!" She yelled as we settled ourselves onto a sturdy branch. I took out my father's deck of cards and split them between us. I handed Tomoyo her stack with the Queen of Diamonds on top.

"Ready?" I asked.

She gave me one last unsure glance before nodding. "Ready."

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

"FIFTY-TWO PICK UP!" We both cried together. We threw the cards in the air as hard as we could, but as they fell back to us, the wind fiercely blew and took them away from us. "No!" I screamed and leaped off the branch to try and catch them. My fingers met two before the wind carried the rest away and into the forest on the other side of the cliffs, downstream with the river, into town with the train, and out of sight.

I looked over at Tomoyo who managed to grab two also. "I'm sorry, Kurogane," I heard her faintly say.

"We need to get them back," I said. "We need to return them before my dad finds out."

I met her eyes. Instead of seeing the worried look of a twelve year old on her face, her eyes shone with determination and something else... It almost startled me. That was her mischievous look when I knew she was about to have a crazy idea I was not going to like.