A/N: This took too long. TOO long. Sorry, but blame my beta-er! :D Well, I hope you enjoy this!

We're Going Where?!

"Hmm."

Tomoyo placed a delicate finger on her chin. "You're going to need some new clothes to blend in." Tomoyo grinned at the group of people in her 'house' (mansion, more like…) Syaoran blinked up at her and shrugged whereas Sakura-hime smiled at the schoolgirl.

"Daidouji-san has a reaaally big house, ne, Kuro-pii~?" Fye sang. The samurai snapped his head towards the mischievous blond-haired boy and glowered at him.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!"

And, with that frustration out, hence the Kuro-chase-Fye scene commenced.

Fye jumped up to the sofa and grinned back at Kuro while the samurai used all his willpower not to unsheathe his sword. When Tomoyo said 'make yourself at home,' they really got that suggestion in their head.

Tomoyo sweatdropped, but a smile still graced her lips. Those two… reminded her so much of Li-kun and Eriol. But! It's okay, she was used to it. Besides, without them here, she couldn't have the chance to start the makeover. And she know how long has it been since she did a makeover.

Three weeks to be exact.

But before she could announce about her makeover treatment, a certain growl from a certain someone interrupted her.

"Ah! Syaoran! I told you to eat before we came!" Fye pointed at him, all the while trying to dodge Kuro away.

"G-gomen."

Tomoyo and Sakura-hime laughed, femininely covering their mouths with their hands. Maybe a makeover an wait… " C'mon let's eat… I can tell that someone's hungry.And you don't want to starve to death, do you?" Tomoyo lead the way to the dining hall, chattering animatedly about how exciting this was for her. "And one more thing," she interjected. "You don't need to call me Daidouji. It's too formal, just call me Tomoyo. We're friends, right?"

"Yes! Yes! Tomo-chan is Mokona's friend!"

They had a very modest –to Tomoyo's standard—dinner before the group adjourned to her room. The wall is painted with light yellow colour and is decorated with scenery painting from foreign countries.

"Well," Tomoyo said, clasping her hands together. "It's time for your makeover!!" She was, undoubtedly excited to her max. She always was. "Syaoran-kun, is it? Come, help me choose the clothes?"

"Umm… sure," Syaoran said.

Tomoyo marched across her room to a pair of huge wooden doors at the other end of the room. Dramatically, she opened the doors to her closet.

To which Syaoran reacted with a jaw-dropping, shocked-stare and just gaped. Hung upon rails and rails were every type of clothing known to man –tops, bottoms, dresses, skirts, jeans, cargo, pants, hats— for every occasion; casual, wedding, meet-ups, cosplay conventions, fairs, beach trips, field trips.

This is NOT a closet! It's a labyrinthine clothes store!

"Is something wrong? You seem a little bit shocked," Tomoyo said softly.

Syaoran blinked. "U-um, nah, it's just… big."

"Welllll," Tomoyo said, putting a finger on her cheek. "It is a bit big. But!" With that exclamation, Syaoran's previous thoughts were dismissed. "You can choose something for your Hime while I go pick up something for your other friends." She turned her back towards him and walked off.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

She smiled at him. "To the other closet, silly."

T-the other closet? How huge can this place be??

He shook his head. Mah, mah, just ignore it, he told himself. Syaoran focused himself to pick some garments in the closet. He decided to pick a few choices so that Sakura-hime can take her pick. He grabbed a pink T-shirt emblazoned with cherry blossoms and a knee high white jeans with petals sewn on its side. A periwinkle baby-T with and a white a skirt. A light yellow sun dress, a golden jacket and a purple coloured dress with cherry blossom petals sewn on the hem of it. (Syaoran seems to have taken a liking towards cherry blossom stitchings.)

"I think that should do it," he muttered to himself.

Syaoran turned right at the first junction (yes, there was a junction in her walk-in closet. Amazing, huh?) and left at the next one. A couple more lefts and rights and straights and u-turns later, he found himself desperately and hopelessly lost.

In a closet, of all places!

No, no, no. He can do this. He never got lost before. Of course not, a closet is a closet. No one can be dumb enough to get lost in a closet, right? He glanced to his left and right. It was like a forest of clothes— brightly coloured and velvety clothes.

"Syaoran-kun!" A familiar voice resonated amongst the clothes. Syaoran looked around, searching for the voice. "What took you so long?" He turned around to see Tomoyo looking at him as if he was a poor lost deer.

"Just… a bit dazed."

"Lost?"

No way out now. "Yes," he said embarrassedly. Tomoyo smiled, as if she was used to this reaction. (Then again, it's plausible.) She guided him out the labyrinthine closet and finally, finally he saw the light of the day (well, light of the lamps) shining back at him. He released a sigh of relief.

He dumped the garments that he picked to another mountain (Fye and Kuro's) of clothes. Syaoran stayed silent for a moment before speaking out, "Tomoyo-san, where did you get all these clothes?

"Hm?" She turned around to face him. "Simple. I made them".

Even Fye and Kuro stopped chasing each other.

"Eeeeh?" Fye blurted out.

"Made them??" Kuro exclaimed.

"Ara, ara," Tomoyo waved her hand. "You're making me blush! It's nothing at all."

"Tomo-chan is awesome!" Mokona yelled. "Very awesome!"

"Thank you," Tomoyo said, humbly. "Well, now. Let's go to your rooms. Your clothes will be sorted and sent to each of your rooms later." A maid was called and each of the TRC members were shown a room each.

"Oyasumi nasai, minna~!"

The doors to each room closed.

While everybody slept soundlessly in their rooms Kuro was still awake. He was thinking about how he met Tomoyo-hime long ago… the way the feeling of her touching his skin made him stopped from charging at her and at the same time killing her… when suddenly he heard an angelic voice singing. The voice sounded so beautiful and so silky that it it made Kuro forgets everything and fell into a deep slumber…. (I BET YOU KNOW WHO'S SINGING!!!.)

At an airport near Tomoeda… a pair of 16 -year-olds were waiting for a certain someone. They were quietly sitting on one of the benches, before one of them stood up, mood aggravated, aura rising, and butt hurting.

"That stupid Eriol!" Li burst out. "Why can't he told us sooner instead of calling early in the morning! This is so troublesome!"

Sakura patted his hand, trying to calm him down. "I'm sure he had his reason, Li-kun."

Beep…beep…beep…beep.

Sakura groggily rolled in her bed, her hand fumbling for her alarm clock. Her delicate hand banged indelicately on the black alarm clock. The noise persisted. Sakura, annoyed and confused, sat up in bed.

Her clock said 5 am.

"Wha--?"

Oh, it wasn't her alarm clock. Her phone. Who in the world was calling her at THIS hour? She glanced at the caller ID: Unknown caller.

"Hello?" she mumbled. "Who's there?"

"Hello, Skaura-chan," a familiar voice travelled through the phone receiver. "It's been a while hasn't it?"

Sakura sat up a bit straighter in her bed, rubbing the sleep-sand away from her eyes. It's been a while since she heard that voice.

"Eriol-kun?" She held back a yawn. "Why did you call me so early in the morning?"

"I know about the four strangers that arrived."

Huh? Four strangers? Was it those people who looked like herself and Li-kun? She hasn't got the chance to ask, before Eriol continued, "I want you to being them to my home in England—"

"Eriol-kun! Do you know how much it costs just to even FLY there?!"

"You misunderstood me, Sakura-chan. As I was saying, all your expenses will be paid and you will fly on Tomoyo's private jet… Don't worry, I asked her earlier she said it was fine…"

"Me and Tomoyo-chan only?"

"And Li. Don't ask how he took the news. It wasn't pretty…"

She covered her mouth with her hand. Sakura could imagine that.

"You leave tomorrow. Goodbye, Sakura-chan."

The phone died.

"Huh? T-tomorrow? HOEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"