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"S-Syaoran...kun..."

"Kid..."

"Syaoran-kun? !"

"Syao..ran-kun..."

"Dammit. Didn't I tell you not to come downstairs unless it was absolutely necessary?"

There was no response from the mismatched eyed boy standing at the bottom of the stairs. He simply stood there and looked from one person to the next. He held no sign of recognition in his eyes.

"Oii. Don't ignore me. I know you're capable of speech dammit."

"...Why are they here...?"

"Because they have nowhere else to stay and also because this person here," he pointed to the boy staring in horror at the clone, "happens to be a childhood friend of mine. So I'll slaughter you if you kill him. And didn't I tell you all of this earlier? !"

Again, there was no response. Syaoran, the clone, simply turning away and going to the kitchen, seemingly done with the conversation.

"Thank you for answering me, oh talkative one."

"Syaoron...Why is that person here...In your house...?"

"Really Syaoran? Really? You need to ask the same question? Just like you people, he has nowhere to go. And if you're about to tell me that he just so happens to be your "evil" clone, don't bother. I don't care. He isn't trying to kill me and he's not giving me any trouble."

"Demo...Why?"

"Hell if I know."

"Syaoron-kun...Why does Syaoran have bandages?", asked Mokona, sounding concerned and confused.

"Simple. He has bandages because he was bleeding to death and I treated his injuries."

There was a shocked silence at that. Syaoran? As in the merciless clone Syaoran? Hurt? Bleeding to death? No. That can't be. Though...He is a human too. And it's not as if he's immortal...it isn't entirely impossible...maybe.

"You all seem to think it's so surprising for me to get it hurt. I'm not the strongest being alive you know. The injuries are proof enough," explained said clone who had returned from the kitchen apparently.

The only response he received was silence and a small glare from Syaoron. After a few seconds ticked by, he spoke again, only this time he looked at Syaoron.

"Unless you need me for something, I'll be returning to my room."

"Oh Syaoran-sama, I never thought I'd hear you say that. You're such a sociable person after all.", Syaoron said in a mocking, sarcastic, girlie voice.

"Oh Syaoron, how could I possibly want to stay away from you and your guests? You're all such great people after all," the clone responded, though not nearly as emotional as when Syaoron had spoken. Though his voice was clearly just dripping with sarcasm.

"Just shut up and go to you're room."

"That's what I was doing."

"Do it faster."

"..."

The remainder of the group in the house watched the two in shock, confusion, and even a little humor. Though mostly shock. After all, every time they met up with apathetic boy, he hardly said a word at all. Hell, most of the time, he didn't even glance at them, unless he was returning a feather that is, or if the original Syaoran tried to do something. Which he would always attempt to do when given the opportunity. He normally failed. Miserably.

Syaoron turned back to them.

"Anyway. If any of you ever want to talk to that guy, I suggest you do it between the times of 5:00 to 7:00. PM, or AM. He's normally the most talkative during those times. 12:00 to 1:00 P.M. as well. Most other times, he's either A.) Outside walking around. B.) Outside simply reclining on the roof, in a tree, or below a tree. C.) Sleeping or eating. Or D.) Being a stubborn ass and refusing to give full answers or any response at all."

"Where does he normally go when he's out walking?", the wizard decided to ask this.

"Who do you think I am? A stalker? I don't pay attention to where he goes. As long as he doesn't cause me any trouble, I could care less."

"Oh...I see. Gomen."

"Why must everyone apologize for such small things? I honestly don't understand it."

"Habit?"

"No, that's just you Syaoran."

"Urusai..."

"Make m- Mngh! Don't flick me!"

"Heheh..."

"Brat..."

"I'm older than you."

"By thirteen days. Big difference Syaoran. Big difference."

There was an audible giggle from the small space rabbit sitting on the lap of Princess Sakura.

"Nani?", Syaoran, the original of course, questioned.

"Syaoran-kun and Syaoron-kun are funny!"

"Not.", both brunettes said in sync, earning some more giggles from Mokona and a small sigh from Syaoron, who spoke again once the giggling ceased.

"Anyway, you should all get some sleep soon. It's getting late, I have school tomorrow, and I still need to tell all of you about the layout of the city. Since I doubt Syaoran wants to and I know that that silent jerk won't tell you anything. Though he might take you to where you want to go if you ask. My advice, if you ask him where someplace is, just follow him without a word. He'll get annoyed if you question him."

"How can you tell?"

"He'll slightly glare irritably at you for a moment before walking again."

"I see..."

"Yes, well, not that that's been discussed, all of you need to go find a room for yourselves. I don't want to go down the hall knocking on every door saying 'Breakfast is done! Come down once you're ready!' No! I'm not doing that! So choose your rooms now before I shove you all into some random room and lock you all in there. You don't want to end up like the prick that attempted to rob me of my possessions."

"What happened to him?", Sakura asked, speaking for the first time since arriving.

"Let's just say he will forever regret stepping onto my territory without knowing more about me.", he smiled sweetly as he said this.

"Oh..."

There was silence for a moment before one-by-one everyone started to stand. Sakura and Mokona being the first to climb the stairs leading to the second floor. Fai following with Kurogane right behind. Then came Syaoron, Syaoran being the last ascend to the top half of the mansion. A few minutes later, and everyone had a room of their own, Syaoron making quick work to make sure that the rooms weren't cluttered and messy, the others helping as best as they could.

Five to ten minutes later, each room was perfectly clean and ready for their new occupants. A small word goodnight, and everyone quickly disappeared from each others sight. Well...For most that is. Poor Syaoran was unlucky enough to find a mirror image of himself lying in his bed suddenly.

"Why are you in here...?"

"Beds softer."

"You have your own. Go in there."

"..."

Syaoran growled slightly. Despite that the clone hadn't been causing harm recently, it still ticked him off that he had been relaxing here, in Syaoron's house, after slaughtering village after village and hurting everyone that cared and loved him. Fucking prick. And now, here he was, reclining in the bed that Syaoron provided for him, Syaoran, the one that had been friends with Syaoron ever since they were four, as if it were nothing! Ass hole! Go sleep in your own bed! He was already plenty exhausted thanks to the previous world they were in. Plus...he hadn't eaten properly in days. Which definitely added to the lack of energy. Sleep was limited as well...God...sleep never sounded so nice until now...If only this damn bastard wasn't currently reading some damned book on the bed! Prick! Moron! Jack ass! Go away dammit!

"If you ask nicely I might consider leaving."

"What?"

"..."

He was silent for a moment before sighing. He really didn't have the energy to argue right now...If asking politely will get rid of him...then what the hell. Why not?

"Can you please go to your own room so that I can sleep...?"

"Fine.", the multicolor eyed boy said simple before swiftly and silently getting off the bed, walking past Syaoran and out the room without another word.

Syaoran sighed in relief, walking over to the bed and crawling under the covers, shutting his eyes and letting darkness engulf him gratefully. He could finally relax...he wouldn't have to worry so much with Syaoron around now...as long as that person didn't do anything...everything...might turn out okay...

Or at least he hoped so...


END! End I say! End! Thank God! I felt so guilty for not getting this up sooner! God I'm sorry! From now on, I will never require people to review! It doesn't improve my motivation as much as I thought it would! But hey. I'd like to think that I updated sooner than I normally do lately. So your reviews did have some effect.

I hope this chapter was enjoyable! Please review if you want!