Full Summary : What happens when the one you love doesn't talk to you? When your on a date, it's quiet. Now a question jumps in and you ask yourself, are we meant to be? Sakura and Syaoran are in this situation, and sometimes people aren't suppose to be in love.

Are we meant to be? ちゅう
Syaoran 'Spaar

Chapter Two
The other mind


Being nervous on a date is always normal, especially on the first one. But being nervous only makes you even more nervous. Every inch of you hair will spike up, and every bone in your body will start to move like it's never been moved before. Though nervousness is a normal thing on dates, it's not quite as normal when talking to a very close friend. Especially the one you love, adores, and cares for more than anyone else in the world.

Especially the one you love? Or in other ways it should be 'Especially if that person you love, loves you back.' No one should be like that. No one deserves to be like that. It's not a mental thing, or a physical thing. It's not a gene that you get from your parents, and it's not taught to other people. Is it an infection? Who knows!

Love, love, love? Why is that word such a pathetically overused concept? No one really knows what it means. People would say "It's the person you care about" Well they have a word for that, and the word is "Care". Some people would just say "It means to be with the person who is most valuable to you." There is also a word for that, and it's "Value".

Maybe the word love has its own meaning, maybe the word love just means "love?" Who knows, were not all smart like that. And if you really do have a definition for it, tell the world… because the dictionary lies.

So you all know, there is really no definition for the word 'Love' whether you believe it or not. The definition for love is only 'love' itself. What does 'Love' mean? I just told you.

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Syaoran Li, Kinomoto Sakura's lover. Though not what lovers suppose to do, they were an odd couple; as you all already know, so there's no point on explaining every single thing once again.

Syaoran stood on his balcony right outside of his room. The wind gusting up against his cheeks felt like the hands of Sakura whenever they touched, soft, playful, like the skin of a baby. The moon, again, was bright like the sun. The street lights made the streets a perfect scenery of any situation, especially romance.

He smiled as he saw an adult couple walking down the street towards his house, both holding hands, and nudging each other with there noses. He thought it was romantic, what a couple should be like every single day. He then saw the guy kissing the girl on the cheeks, and hugging her. Right then, he felt shut down. He had never attempted to kiss Sakura, or even hug her.

As the couple past guy, they both waved at the staring Syaoran. Syaoran waved back constantly, not knowing when to stop. As the couple got out of Syaoran's view, he finally stopped, shaking his soar hand from waving so much. Thinking about what, and how they became so close was a mystery for Syaoran.

He stared back at the other direction, watching, and waiting for anything interesting to do; but after a few minutes of waiting and not being interested in anything. He decided to walk back inside, and so he did without a single piece of expression from his drowned up face.

Sliding the glass door behind him, he sighed. Life wasn't going the way he wanted. After seeing the couple past by, he tried to imagine him and Sakura in the same positions. He imagined it alright, but he couldn't think that it will ever happen, for social reasons, and other relative reasons for there relationship.

Bored, he picked up his sword that had been used during his Card Captor adventure, and swung it around. Taking battle stances, to battle swings. He did that for what seemed like hours, but had only been minutes.

Swinging his sword calmed him down, it was his way of meditation. Swinging his sword around reminded him of the days as a young kid still in training. He had the great times being the best at what he did, showing off to Meilin; who back then had the biggest love feeling for Syaoran.

As the door opened, he quickly swung the sword in that direction, but to only point the sharp tip at the face of Meilin.

"Syaoran!" Melin yelled, shocked that he pointed the sword right at the tip of her nose. She was lucky enough not to be hit. Only inches further, she would have had half a nose on each side of her face.

Meilin stood with her hair back, and always, her red eyes stayed sharp while her smile sweetened the room.

She tipped the sword away form her nose with her fingers. She punched her arms into her hips and made a face to Syaoran.

"Gommennasai" Syaoran apologized.

Meilin smiled in acceptance of the apology, and entered the room.

"We got to get you ready Syaoran." Meilin quickly said.

Syaoran closed the door behind, and stared out the balcony slide door. He couldn't help to think what a disaster the whole thing might be. He hoped the whole night would not go so far, or end so close, or even happen at all. To Syaoran, he felt as if just staying home for the night would be the best decision that he has ever made in his entire life.

"Daijoubu Syaoran-Kun?" Meilin asked.

Still dazed, Syaoran thought back to the day Sakura had jumped off a demolished stair, and yelled 'I love you'. That kept his mind asking him 'Does she really?' He felt the same way for her, whether love or not love, the two of them were alike. The moment when Sakura jumped off the bridge… seemed to have changed something in him.

"Hai." He replied.

Disbelieving him, Meilin grabbed a hold of his hand, and dragged him to his bed, forcing him to sit down, and sitting down beside him. For a moment, she stared into the eyes of Syaoran, trying to see what pain he felt. But after a few moments of silence, nothing came up, nothing but the words of a cherry blossom.

"Syaoran-Kun, what's wrong?" Meilin asked sweetly.

Syaoran flinched to her side as if he sensed another Clow Card.

"I don't feel well Meilin, maybe I should just stay home tonight." Syaoran suggested, trying to keep the night a safe and pleasant night.

Meilin stood up, and faced him with her arms crossed.

"Huh! Syaoran! Miss Daidouji and I worked hard on this special night just for you two, and you're turning it down!" Her voice got louder as she saw Syaoran with no reply. "You idiot Syaoran!" She turned away, and sighed. "Alright, I guess so…"

Meiling casually walked over to a table against a wall. "I guess…" She picked up Syaoran's cell phone, and opened it, "You won't mind if I tell Miss Kinomoto then?" She dialed a few number, then stopped. "Think of how bad she will feel when she finds out your not going out." She dialed a few more numbers, and laid a finger on the last. "…Right?"

Syaoran immediately stood up, "Wait!" He stood straight, and gasped as a sweat-drop ran down his cheeks. "Alright I'll go." He said, not wanting to see or hear Sakura's expression, knowing that it would be sad, or angry. Either one would be just dreadful.

Meilin hung up the phone with a smile on her face. Bingo.

"Great! Let's get you ready now shall we?"

Syaoran stared around the room, and soon dozed off into a cloudy daydream.


He ran through a meadow full of cherry blossoms, and rested upon a soft area of ground. The ground felt like sand, and a soft luscious pillow. Syaoran breathed dramatically fast as he tried breathing.

He seemed to have been suffocating, but was only choking on the air that gave him life. He tried pounding on his stomach like something was stuck inside, but it didn't help. He fell down to his knees. Holding his throat with both of his hands, he tried coughing, maybe that would help him breath. But it didn't.

He fell to his knees, and his vision blurred, his blurriness was like a soldier getting shot, and wounded, or like having the pupils of your eyes get scratched out. So far it wasn't like any daydream he has ever had. But instead, it seemed like a nightmare. Aren't people supposed to control daydreams? He thought that nightmares were the uncontrollable, but a daydream? This was just out of his mind.

As he forced his stiff neck up to look in front of him, he saw Sakura standing on a stair step only a few yards behind him. He looked around, and familiarized the place around him. It was the clock tower where he once stood, almost engulfed by the black sphere that almost took him away from Sakura.

He stood facing Sakura, her tears crying heavily, and her cloths, cut.

"Arigatou?" Syaoran asked, almost taking a step forward, but then noticed that the pieces of stairs between the two were still nothing but thin air. A closer step would lead to a stairway to hell.

Without replying, Sakura laughed, and her tears quickly faded.

"Good-bye, Syaoran-Kun." She whispered.

Confused, Syaoran thought, but the thoughts distracted him as a swirl of black shadows surrounding him, capturing him inside the black sphere that he was once him weeks ago. He pounded the black sphere, pleading Sakura for help. But all she did was stare with a smile on her face.

As Syaoran looked at his hands, they started fading, along with his body. His past had come to haunt him. It was like he was never suppose to escape from the black sphere.

"Sakura!" He yelled again, but she only smiled harder. Her cute face wasn't so cute anymore, she seemed evil, and nothing could have helped him now. "This is only a dream… a daydream." Syaoran panted. "This isn't real." But a sharp pain marked his arm as the shadows closed in on him. "Maybe not."

"Syaoran!"


"Syaoran!" Meilin yelled, pinching Syaoran on the arm. With a snap reaction, Syaoran rubbed his arms as he shook his head, awaking from the uncontrollable daydream.

"Meilin!" Syaoran screamed.

"What's wrong?"

Syaoran stared into her eyes, and shook his head. He stood up, and walked to the sliding glass window, stared out, and felt like a hopeless human being. He shook his head once again as if something was still clinging onto him. He turned back around, and breathed hard.

"Nothing" He lied.

Meilin walked up to him and stared deeply into his eyes as he did her. She searched for illness, but saw none, she looked for things that were not searchable, and still again, found nothing.

"Are you sure?" She asked, now getting worried.

After a long pause, Syaoran nodded his head, and smiled. He didn't want Meilin to worry, especially on such a big night, his first date with Sakura. Also, he didn't want to worry himself if Meilin were to ever get worried.

Meilin grabbed a brown leather thin jacket from the closet, and gave it to Syaoran.

"Your fine the way you look, come on." Melin's soft voice proved to Syaoran that she wanted to leave immediately. The past few moments in the room hade probably scared her. His soft low voice and his daydream probably scared her… along with him as well. Though Meiln could not see his nightmare daydream, or the confusion he had in him, her worried look was all she needed.

Syaoran took the jacket, and swung it around into his arms. He brushed it with his hands, and felt the smoothness inside while being hard on the outside. He smiled again, and started walking out the door.

"Are you sure Syaoran?" Meilin asked.

Syaoran stopped at the door step and nodded with a smile.

"Hai, don't worry about me." He assured.

Meilin followed him through the door and down the stairs to the living room. There they met Wei cleaning a dinner plate with a hand towel.

"Have a good night Syaoran-Sama." He said.

"Arigatou, I will."

Just then, the doorbell rung with a vibrated heap. Meilin walked over and opened the door, happily seeing Sakura and Tomoyo at the doorsteps with happy faces on them.

"Konnichiwa!" Both Sakura and Tomoyo yelled. Meilin greeted back and held out an arm for Syaoran.

Syaoran stood frozen, staring at the girl he loved, Sakura. She was beautiful, and possibly better looking than she had ever been. Tomoyo had done a great job.

"Ahem…"

Syaoran switched his eyes around and slowly walked forward.

Sakura's feet twitched, and she stepped back without anyone noticing her. She was nervous, getting ready to go on the neurotic first date. Her hands shook, not knowing what to expect next, and every inch of her body felt like a stone statue that was going to be demolished soon by a huge on coming solid metal ball.

"Ko… Konnichiwa Syaoran-Kun." She breakly said. Every word she said seemed to have been gaps in between.

"Konnichiwa." Syaoran smiled, and walked over to her holding an elbow out.

Sakura stared up at Syaoran. Does he want to lock arms with me? So she did. She hooked an arm into Syaoran's and felt adored. Maybe this wouldn't go so bad. Her hair tingled as the skin of the two rubbed against each other. She felt something like this before, but it was with Yukito. The friction was all too familiar, but the same feeling she had once had for Yukito, could it be to Syaoran as well? Love, then friendship?

"Now then, shall we go? The limos ready for us." Tomoyo urged, trying to get the two off as fast as possible.

"Right! And let's try not to ruin anything alright, Tomoyo?" Meilin said eyeing the video camera in her hands. Tomoyo gladly smiled, and hid the camera away under her arms.

As they set off to the Limo, Sakura and Syaoran walked side by side, and seemed like the couple they once were, and hoped to be. Now if it could only last forever…