A/N: This chapter will be kind of boring because it follows the manga very closely. Though it is necessary for developing Emary's character. I hope you like this boring chapter of finding One's Path. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles. I only own Emary, her world and those associated with it.


Chapter 3: Beginning Of The Journey

"This room...it looks like a Japanese styled room..." Emary said quietly placing a hand against the floor and gazing at it closely. (Masterthief: I think Emary should of been a detective. XD Emary: Shut up!)

Fai and Kurogane stared at her oddly as they watched the red-black haired teen explore the room.

Mokona had landed the group roughly and somehow knocked everyone out. Kurogane had woken up first, and Emary and Fai had woken up almost at the exact sametime. However, Syaoran and Sakura had yet to awaken. A couple minutes later, a couple had arrived and asked the group to follow them. The couple had brought all of them to an apartment building. After assigning them the room they were currently in, the couple made sure that both Syaoran and Sakura were okay before leaving the travelers alone.

Emary had tried not to show her curiousity, but she had failed miserible.

"Mokona will you help me dry the little ones?" Fai asked the little white fluff ball.

"Yeah! Mokona will help!" She answered ethusiastically.

The mage grabbed a couple of towels the couple had left them and began to try and dry the two unconscious kids. Mokona hopped over beside them and opened her mouth and tried to suck some of the water off them.

Emary turned her attention back to her surroundings. Sitting on the floor she turned to look at the walls curiously.

"Hey, girl? I take it you have never been around Japanese furnishing and style before?" A gruff asked her making her jump.

She turned to face the direction the voice had came from. The ninja sat in a corner of room, watching her.

"No. I haven't." She answered.

The ninja opened his mouth to say something, but Mokona stopped him.

"~Pyuu! It looks like..." Mokona began.

"Sa...kura?" The unconscious young teen muttered. All heads turned in his direction

"He doesn't grab Mokona!"

Fai reached down and picked up the little white creature. "Oh! It looks like he's up."

Syaoran flew up from his possition on the floor. "Sakura!"

He visibly relaxed when he looked down and noticed Sakura was still in his arms.

"We tried to dry her off. She got pretty wet in the rain." The mage told the boy, motioning to the wet towels sitting next to him.

"Mokona dried too!" Mokona piped up ethusiastically.

The mage began to speak again. "Even while you slept, you wouldn't let the girl go. So, you...er..."

"Call me Syaoran." syaoran replied.

Fai smiled brightly and pointed to himself. "My name is pretty long. You can just call me Fai."

Then he turned to Emary. His smile again struck something inside her. She knew his smile reminded her of something, but she just couldn't put her fingeron what it was.

"My name is Emary Hoseki." She said to Syaoran.

Mokona jumped off of the mage's lap and started to hop across the floor. She looked even more like a rabbit than she did before. Even the ears looked like a rabbits.

"And...Mr. Black over there. What'll we call you?" The mage asking pointing at the ninja.

"I am Kurogane." He answered angrily.

"Kurogane, huh?" Fai mused.

Mokona plopped down into the ninjas lap. Her presence just served to anger the ninja further. "Hey! you...thing! Don't get comfortable there!"

Emary watched, sllightly amused. She stood up and walked over to sit a foot away from Syaoran. "Is she alright?"

Syaoran turned to her surprised. He quickly recovered. "I think so."

Movement from the corner of her eyes caught her attention. Looking up she saw Fai move closer to Syaoran. Before she could say anything, the mage reached behind Syaoran and started to feel around. Syaoran let out startled yelp. "Waa!"

"What do you think your doing?" Kurogane asked, sweatdropping at the scene in front of him.

The red-black haired girl silently agreed with his question. It looked like Fai was molesting poor Syaoran.

He finally retracted his arm. Clutched gently in his hand was a white feather with strange designs etched on it. He held it up to the teen to inspect.

"Is this what a piece of memory looks like for this child? It was stuck to you. Only one though."

Purple eyes stared at the feather, totally confused. She hadn't even noticed the feather anywhere near Syaoran before. Then again, she could of imissed it seeing as so much had happened in one day. It wasn't like her to miss something like that though. The feather floated from Syaoran's hand and gently made its way toward Sakura. slowly it was asorbed into Sakura's chest.

"If you hadn't had that feather, it might have been a problem," The blonde mage happily pointed out, holding Mokona.

"By coincidence one stuck to my clothes..." Syaoran sighed in relief.

"There is no coincidence in the world." Fai's voice turned serious as he spoke. Syoaran, Kurogane, and Emary looked at him. "That's what the witch said wasn't it? And so, my guess is without thinking, you grabbed it yourself. in order to save the girl." But Fai ruined the serious automosphere by adding, "Of course, I'm just guessing all this."

Emary face palmed as everyone else sweatdropped.

Fai spoke up again, looking thoughtful. "But my question is, how can we find them...new feathers? I doubt we'll find anymore in our clothes."

The little, white fluff ball began to hop up and down, catching everyones attention. "Mokona knows! That feather gave out really big waves! So, when a feather is close Mokona will feel the waves." Mokona twirled around to face Syaoran. "And Mokona will be like...this!" Suddenly, her closed eyes grew wide, and she made a "Meyko" sound.

Shocked, Emary moved back a little bit from her. Kurogane jumped a little bit while Syaoran looked completely shocked. Fai just smiled.

"Well, it looks like we have a way. If we get close, Mokona will let us know." The mage told Syaoran, patting Mokona on the head.

Syaoran looked questioningly at the little creature. "Would you do that? Tell us when we're near a feather?"

"Leave that to me!" She said joyfully.

"Thank you!" The brown-haired teen thanked Mokona sincerily.

"Search or don't search. That's up to you." All three heads, plus Mokona, turned toward the ninja. "It's got nothing to do with me!"

Syaoran took the ninja's words calmly and nodded his head in understanding. "Right. That is my mission here.
I'll do my best not to cause you any trouble."

Fai laughed at the boys response. However, Emary sort of understood how the ninja felt. Though she was still unsure if she really wanted to get close to these people. Not to mention, she had just met them.

Kurogane 'tsked' and glared over at Fai. "Well, what about you? Are you going to help the brat out?"

"Hmmm. I suppose so. My most important mission is to not return to my own world. So, if it doesn't threaten my life...Sure I'll help out. I've got nothing better to do." Fai turned to Emary. "What about you Emary-Chan?"

Emary just stared at him for a second, trying to understand why he added '-chan' at the end of her name. She thought for second, then answered the mage truthfully. "Well, I am still a little confused about my position on this quest. If you don't mind, I would like to think a little be myself."

Syaoran nodded his understanding. Before Syaoran could say anything more, the door to the room openned and the couple from earlier walked in. Syaoran immediantly tensed.

"Hey! No need to get all tense! You came from Yuuko-san, right? So, you're awake!" A man with dark brown hair spoke to the group. His wife, Emary supposed anyway, walked in after him and closed the door behind her.

"Yuuko-san?" Syaoran asked, relaxing a little.

"You know, the girl witch, the Dimensional witch, the Far East witch, she has alot of names." The man replied.

The woman walked over and handed a blanket to Syaoran. "Here."

Syaoran thanked her polietly. He carefully drapped the blanket over the unconcious Sakura.

"I'm Sorata Arisugawa." The man introduced himself.

"I'm Arashi." The womman added.

"Just to let you know, She's my wife and the woman I love. I call her my "honey"! Just make sure you've burned that into your hearts." Arashi carefully handed out cups of tea to everyone as her husband continued to speak. He suddenly turned to speak directly to Kurogane. "By which I mean that if you lay a finger on her, you'll die horribly."

"Why do you say that only to me?" Kurogane shouted.

Sorata's tone was teasing but Emary could hear the underlining threat. She carefully moved to sit just behind Syaoran and Fai.

"Now, I figure you went to the witch lady and got this from her to get there, right?" Sorata asked, pointing at Mokona.

"Mokona Modoki!" Mokona exclimed.

The two conversed with each other and soon Mokona Modoki was shortened to just Mokona.

"I heard the whole story from the man over ther. I mean the blond one. Mr black was to mean to ask and the girl will hardly talk at all." Sorata told Syaoran.

The elementalist bowed her head in embarressment. Inside she knew she had been almost completely quiet since they had arrived in this world. She had started to open up a little bit.

"Anyway, gentlemen and lady," Sorata continued, "This is your lucky day."

Everyone stared at Sorata, trying to figure out what he meant. Fai voiced the question Emary could tell they each wanted to ask.

"In what way?"

"Mokona has no idea what world is next, right? So, it's a happy chance that brought you to this world first of all. Because this is the Hanshin Republic!" Sorata replied.

He soon pulled out a wall size map of the Hanshin Republic. Sorata and Arashi brought out hand puppets of themselves and began to point out interesting facts about the country. Some of the information Emary stored away for future reference but some of the information was things Sorata believed to be important. This information she chose to forget. Emary was happy to find out they were in a world that used modern technology, similar to her own. The red-black haired girl soon felt the pang of loss, though she had tried to lock it away. A blue hue began to bleed into her purple eyes, but not completely over-ridding her confusion quite yet.

After Sorata was finished explaining things, Fai raised his hands. "Sir, I have a question?"

Sorata's puppet pointed at the mage with its pointer. "Yes, Fai-kun?"

"Does everyone in this country have an accent like yours, Sorata-san?" Fai asked.

"Awww, don't be so formal! Call me Sora-Chan! My accent is unique to me. It's an older version of our language."

Syaoran finally spoke up. Emary could see his eyes sparkle with interest. "Yours is a language that they used in the past?"

"That's right!" Sorata replied with a smile. "Nowadays hardly anyone uses this language. I'm a history teacher, and I'm firmly against allowing all the old ways die."

"Your a history teacher?" Syaoran questioned, intrigued.

"I take it you have an interest in history?" Sorata answered his question with one of his own.

"Yes. In my world, I used to work on archeological digs.

"Then I say we have something in common!"

Emary was glad when Fai, again, raised his hand to ask another question. She had a feeling they would of continued if he hadn't.

"And I have one more question! Now, where exactly are we? Who owns this room?" The mage asked.

"This is an empty room in an old, traditional apartment home that my Honey and I own!"

Emary hesitantly raised her own hand."uh...excuse me?" She began. "Why does everyone add -Chan, -San and -Kun at the end of names?"

The couple turned to her completely surprised. Even Syaoran and Kurogane were looking at her oddly. A hand landed on Emary's shoulder causing her to look up. Fai was staring at her with an understanding expression.

"Now I see why you looked at us with a confused face when anyone called someone's name with one of those attached to it." The mage mused. "Well, those are called honorifics. -San is added to the end of a name to show formalness to someone. -Chan is used mostly toward girls, like yourself. As for -Kun, it is used for boys to express endearment or friendliness."

Emary's expression brightened. The purple of her eyes faded slightly, showing the blue more profusely. "Thank you. I think I understand now."

Without any warning, Sorata turned toward Kurogane, and pointed dramtically at the sleeping ninja. "You! Wake up!"

Kurogane jolted up and Emary noted it looked as if something hit him from the back of the head. The ninja stood up quickly, glancing around looking for whatever had hit him. Syaoran instinctively covered Sakura, Fai glanced around as well, and Emary placed her left hand on her right wrist over her charm bracelt she wore.

"I didn't feel an enemy! Who did that!" Kurogane asked gazing wearily around the room. He finally turned to Sorata. "Bastard! You threw that didn't you?"

"You were in a corner. If he threw anything, it wouldn't hit you there. It had to come from above." Fai pointed out.

"Yeah. And I din't see anything actually hit you..." Emary told him.

Sorata looked at the group in confusion. "It was my kudan, what else?"

"Kudan?" All four asked at once.

Finally understanding, Sorata pulled out another. This one was blank. Purple-blue eyes watched him write something on the board with a marker. However, Emary couldn't understand what the strange symbols he wrote meant.

"Everyone in this world has a kudan attached. Here's how it's written in Kanji." Sorata told them, pointing to the symbols he had drawn.

"Ah. I see." Kurogane said.

"I don't see at all." The mage said a llittle to happily.

"I don't either." Emary told Sorata, frowning slightly at the board.

"Mokona can read!" Mokona cheered from Fai's lap. Fai patted her on the head. Mokona turned to face Syaoran. "Can you, Syaoran?"

Syaoran looked at the white creature. "Yeah. More or less."

Sorata soon explained the concept of kudans to the four of them. It was strange that even though the four of them, even Sakura who made five, who came from other world's had a kudan attached to them once they entered this world.

Finally, Arashi spoke up for the first time. "I cannot say where Sakura-san's memory went, however, if someone has picked it up it will become the cause of a fight." Syaoran stared at her, shocked by her words. She then turned to Fai and Kurogane. "You've lost your method of battle."

"How did you know?" Fai questioned, curiously.

Arashi's words struck something in Emary. Her eyes lost their purple color completely, and turned a dark blue. Looking at the ground in front of her, Emary lost herself in her thoughts. The mention of losing something reminded her of the lose of her own world. The cap she had placed on those emotions bubbled back up to the surface. She did not pay any attention to the conversation going on or the fact that red and blue eyes were staring at her when she did not speak of having any weapons or losing them.

"Emary-chan? Emary-chan?" Emary blinked out of her whirlwind of thoughts and glanced up at Sorata.
Both he and his wife were staring at her with worried expressions.

"I'm sorry." She apologized. "What were you saying?"

They still gave her a worried look but continued. "It's time to sleep. Your room is just across from Fai-sans and Kurogane's. I will show you where."

Emary up and followed him leaving Syaoran, Sakura and Arashi in the room. Mokona stopped teasing Kurogane and hopped over to Syaoran.

"I left some clothes for each of you in your rooms." Arashi called after them.

Emary thanked her as the door closed behind her.

(Emary POV.)

I walked into the room Sorata motioned me into. It was, indeed, located just across the hallway from Kurogane and Fai's room. The room reminded me of the exact copy of Syaoran's and Sakura's. A futon was spread on the floor for me and a few articles of clothing sat on top of it in a neat pile. I walked over and eyed the clothes in the pile. A pair of blue jeans, a dark red T-shirt with a hood attached, and a pair of tennis shoes sat in the pile. I quickly pulled on the new clothes and folded the clothes I hade been wearing into another pile and set it next to my bed. I let out a long sigh.

It seemed whenever I was alone with my thoughts that automatically switched to Leera. Puffing my dark red-black bangs off my forehead, I came to a decision: I needed to think by myself, just as I had told Syaoran earlier.

Tip-toeing to the door, I slid it open silently and peered into the hallway. All the lights were off and no sound was heard from any of the rooms. I quickly stepped into the hallway, closed the door behind me, and quietly left the apartment building.

The quiet, night-time city life surrounded me, making me feel comfortable in an atmosphere similar to my home world. I let the wind unconciously lead me to a small park. I founded a park bench under a tree and sat down. Breathing in the clean, night air I let me thoughts fly.

I no longer had a place to call home. I had no family, friends or allies to help me. The city I once knew was now gone. The places I always went to draw, or just to be by myself no longer existed. The constellations I knew by heart, the forests I once walked through, I would never see again. Everything was now destroyed.

Something wet slipped from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I reached up and wiped the tears away, but I did not stop my tears. There was a time to cry and I knew now was that time for me.

My thoughts again veered to my world as I continued to cry. But, this time, I thought back to my brother. Guilt, despair, and regret stabbed through my heart. My brother lost himself and I could do nothing. I saw the signs long before he lost himself, and yet I couldn't help him. However, I knew I could find out who did that to my brother. After he had gotten that stupid book from that strange mage, he had changed. And now, I had a chance to find the person who did it.

New resolve grew in me. I would make sure nothing like that happened again, and along the way, I could find a new place I belong. Standing from the bench, I wrapped that resolve around me and wiped the remaining tears from my eyes. Quietly, I made my way back to my room and went to sleep.

XxXxXxX

I stood in a dark place. There was nothing around me but darkness. Then, suddenly, a faint blue glow began to pulse. It moved toward me in the darkness until the whole area was awash in the blue glow. I blinked the spots out of my eyes and tried to make out what was giving off the glow. A artic fox stood in front of me, its white tail was wrapped elegantly around its feet.

'We are similat in spirit. You like your freedom just as much as I do.'

I stared at the artic fox in surprise. 'How do you know that and who are you?'

'I am the manifestation of those who hate to be caged, though we have a similar flaw.'

I frowned at the cryptic response. 'Flaw?'

'yes.' He answered. 'spirits such as us...'

XxXxXxX

(Normal POV.)

Emary woke up hearing voices coming from downstairs. She sat up with a groan. Grabbing a hairbrush and toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, Emary walked into the small bathroom. Her clothes from last night sat on the sink. She stopped short noticing, for the first time, a small purple coin purse sitting on the sink as well. A note sat on top of it. It was from arashi, telling Emary to use the money on whatever she wanted. The red-black haired girl smiled. Within ten minutes she was ready. Following the sound of the voices, she left her room. The voices led her outside where Fai and Kurogane seemed to be arguing while Syaoran talked to Arashi and Sorata. Mokona was the first to notice her appearance.

"Emary-chan!" She chirped, jumping toward Emary. Emary caught her easily.

Everyone stopped and turned to her. They each said their own good mornings, but ended up fromwing slightly at her.

The elementalist frowned. "What's wrong?"

"~Puu! Emary-chan's eyes are pretty!" Mokona answered happily from her arms.

"Oi. Girl. What happened to your eyes?" Kkurogane asked gruffly. "Weren't they purple yesterday?"

Fai just made a strange "whistling" noise.

"Oh!" Emary replied, finally understanding what he was talking about. "Well, you see, my eyes change color depending on my emotions. This is the normal color of my eyes."

"So your eyes are normally green with yellow flecks." Fai responded.

Emary nodded. Finally she looked to Syaoran. "Syaoran, I would like to help you find Sakura's feathers, if that is alright with you."

Syaoran smiled and nodded in acceptance. Fai smiled as well. Kurogane just grunted.


Masterthief: Emary has awesome eyes! But, somtimes they are hard to write.

Fai: ~Yes. but they are so cute!

Emary:...Why are you even here? And what are you talking about?

Masterthief and Fai: ~They are so cute!

Emary:...No comment...

Mokona:~Puu! Syaoran, Emary, Fai and Kurogane explore the Hanshin Republic to find Sakura's feather! Where does Emary disappear off to? What is the strange new friend Emary makes? Emary finally uses the money Arashi gave her and gets something really cool! Plus, everyone makes a new friend and gets to eat something yummy! Find out next time on Tsubasa Chronicles: Finding One's Path Ch. 4 - Where Art Thou, Kudan?