"I know all the intelligent people of the world say that love is the best feeling in the world. But I am sure that it is actually the feeling of knowing that it is Saturday and you can play all day." Tomoyo said, stretching her arms and yawning.

We had all woken up early, and were now watching how the sunlight slowly filled the room.

Sakura had a sleepy expression on her face, and was staring at the windows.

The door opened and Yuuko, already formally dressed in a black gown with a high slit that exposed numerous layers of blue ruffles, came in. Seeing such an exotiv outfit so early in the morning reminded me once again how different people's lives could be. At this point in the day, my mom would already be busy in the bakery, sleeves curled up, arms covered in flour and a hectic, but happy expression on her face. Yuuko carried a light smile and a big pile of books in assorted colours and shapes, and I was slightly surprised untill I remembered that she had promised to bring us some books about the ruins. I was also surprised that even though the books must have weighed a great deal, she wasn't the slightest out of breath. She looked as calm end vital as ever, as if the books had merely been feathers.

"As promised, dear kids. Breakfast will be brought in later, and hopefully be more tasty than this. Good luck searching."

It was not untill she reached the door that I broke the silence.

"You mean good luck finding."

She stopped for a second, before she slowly turned around, her dress making a soft 'swoosh' sound. She tilted her head and slightly opened her pale mouth.

"I am sorry...?"

"Good luck finding. We're not just searching for this... Whatever it is. We will find it. I will." I said patiently.

Yuuko, to my surprised, smiled, and her eyes suddenly had something that a more romantic person would definitely describe as a sparkle. Then without a word, she turned and slipped out of the door, leaving us to the task of finding it.

"I... I actually love studying. You know. I really do. I spent two months helping out at a dig-out in Egypt out of pure interest. I won an architect competition. I work as a help teacher once a weak. But this book, it is just so... I think it forced every drop of love I have ever had for ruins or reading out of my body." Tomomoyo chocked me by saying a couple of hours later. Her and I were sitting on the steps above the improvised beds with each our book. Sakura was still laying on her mattres, also reading a book, but that was more to keep her occupied than anything else. The mysterious picture book was laying beside, open on a blank page.

"I don't know, this book is actually pretty interesting."

Tomoyo stretched her neck to see the cover.

"Of course it is." She said without any emotion in her voice. "My mother wrote that one."

I quickly lifted the book to look at the cover and confirmed that she was right, then gestured her to come closer. "Yeah, and look at this – it has tons of pictures! Like this really cool one." I pointed to a page that was filled out by a young woman in a flowing white dress. Small flowers and music notes were adorning her long wavy hair, and even though it was faint, you could see a peaceful smile on her face. In her fragile hans she held a clase of flowers slightly different from the ones in her hair. "It's a photo of an old restored painting in the ruins. Apparently there were many paintings, but this was the biggest. It took up an entire wall in the furthest chamber. According to the book, there's a whole lot of stories and theories going around, about the ruins actually being a temple for this woman, who was considered a goddess in that area." I said.

Tomoyo looked up from the book, a thoughtful expression tinting her spotless features.

She bend down and shoved a few books around, apparently searching for one in particular. Finally she found it.

"Here. I did think I saw it when she handed over the books." With a satisfied look, she viped the dust of the book. It was green, and said 'The tale of the goddess' in gold letters. Tomoyo made a face. "I know it is a slightly unappealing, maybe cliche, title, but it is written by a man, and men are absolutely the best to write about goddesses."

"And what makes you think that?"

Tomoyo smiled, and for a brief moment, I could have sworn she was her mother.

"Oh, Shaoran. Is it not obvious? When a man spends months, years, on finding information about one woman, this one woman that is magical and beautiful and above everyone else, is it not natural for him to fall in love with her? And an author can only be good, if he loves what he writes about."

She looked down on Sakura, who was happily looking through the pages of the same book af before. Well, at least she looked happy.

I nodded. "I think you know what I mean."

Because I realized that for something to be good, you must do it for something, or someone, you love.

"Allright, so let's get it open."

Tomoyo carefully opened the book and turned the first few pages, which were stiff and yellow of age.

"A few stories about the general area and how they worshipped the goddess. Apparently she was..." Tomoyo followed the amost faded lines with a slim, pale finger "the ideal woman, whom young girls would pray to. They prayed that they could be as perfect wifes for their husbands, just as she was the perfect goddess."

"Huh. Sounds kinda chauvinistic."

Tomoyo smiled. "How refreshing to hear a male say that." She looked down at the book again. "Seeing how she was a goddess for women, she also took care of animals, and flowers and weather... In short, asically anything that had anything to do with life. Especially flowers."

She paused and wrinkled her forhead. "Please let me see the picture of her again."

I handed over the book.

"Look, there is flowers in her hair." She leaned closer to the book, and so did I, squinting my eyes to try and see the small details.

"Hey, they look kinda like..."

"Cherry blossoms. In Japan, they call them Sakura."

As on a cue, Sakura's mysterious book lit up. She gave a little jump, but quickly relaxed and smiled widely, picking up the book. "Look. Flower." she said, turning the book so we could se the brandnew picture of a beautiful woman in a huge dress, surrounded by flowers. Her hair was curled up in some bizarre hairdo and she wore the cutest smile. It seemed like seeing the flowers around her was the greatest joy she had ever experienced.

"It is very pretty, Sakura." Sakura nodded and returned to eagerly studying the book. Tomoyo again turned her attention to the picture of the goddess.

"I think I know what she is holding." She said and then tilted her head.

"What?"

"Nadeshiko. The perfect flower." She whispered.