Vidya: It took a lot of time, but I finally got this chapter out. Haven't read reviews lately, though. Gotta stop that... I'm sorry, if it is boring, guys. As I said, I got writer's block. I had to copy off that last chapter from my original I Wish You Knew story. Now, let's start the story before I start wasting space again.

Disclaimer: Raven's Peak is not a real place, at least, that I know of. If I owned CCS, Syaoran would have black hair and umber (dark, yellowish brown) eyes. He'd also have a raven/spirit following him around as a guardian, but then again, I don't own it; so, Vidya, keep your thoughts to yourself. (Too late!)

I Wish You Knew

Chapter Three: Conversation

"I don't know what you and your mother talked about, Li, but I don't want to be involved in any of it," Sakura said when Syaoran joined her on the porch of his family's beach house.

Syaoran smirked, "I think it's a little too late to say that, Daidouji," he kept his gaze on the waters below. "Mother can be terribly ignorant sometimes,"

"Like mother like son," Sakura looked blankly at the silver bracelet on her wrist and toyed with the charms attached to it. "I assume it runs in the family?"

"Are you really trying to pick a fight with me?" Syaoran asked, looking at her, and Sakura responded with a self-satisfied grin. He rolled his eyes at her. "Look, the Masque is in two days. That's what you wanted to talk about, didn't you?"

"That and the fact that you basically forced me to come with you," she told him, continuing to fumble with her bracelet. "It's not every day one of you stuck-up rich brats ask help from nerds,"

Syaoran chuckled, "At least you admit that you're a nerd, but I guess just accepting a scholarship automatically makes you one," he said. "I presume you want to talk about what you're going to pay for your dress, seeing you can't possibly go in that," he pointed at the long-sleeved dress she was wearing.

"Oh, should I be so lucky," she said, sarcasm practically dripping from her voice. "Unfortunately, Tomoyo found your mother's invitation and managed to make me one,"

"Aw, you really want to go with me, don't you, Sakura-chan?" he said, pinching her cheeks.

Sakura brushed him away with an annoyed look on her face. "Shut it, Li," she warned, "The only reason I'm doing this is because if your mother gets a bad impression of me, my dad is going to make me dig my grave,"

"Oh," he said, and for a moment, Sakura thought he was actually concerned. "Can I help pick out the coffin then?"

Narrowing her eyes, Sakura punched him in the arm, and he quickly regretted what he had just said. "I'm not kidding, Li. You can't even imagine what Touya would –" she paused, realizing that she had just said too much. "Anyway, can't you just tell your mother your girlfriend wasn't there yet? I mean school wasn't supposed to start for an hour,"

"Of course, Little Miss Braniac," Syaoran said, sarcastically, "So basically, you're telling me to lie to my mom again, and tell her my 'real' girlfriend is not you. We won't have a chance, you know. I bet she's already made Fuutie investigate you,"

Aachoo!

"Fuutie, dear, are you alright?" Yelan Li asked her daughter as they sat in the penthouse office of the Li Detective Agency.

The girl took a sip of her coffee, "Somebody must be talking about me," she said. "Anyway, mom, why do you even want me to learn about this girl?"

"Oh, it just so happens that Syaoran told me she was his girlfriend," Yelan said, smoothly, which made Fuutie almost spit out her coffee. "Yes, well, I want to know what you've gotten for me,"

Fuutie sighed and took a file from her desk. "That's just it, mom, I can't get anything: school records, birth certificate, diplomas. It's like she doesn't exist,"

"So, basically you're telling me my own daughter has just given up on a case for the first time," Yelan teased, knowing there was more to the story that Fuutie had just said.

"You know me too well, mother. Of course, I haven't given up. I have a few contacts downtown who owe me favors. They always hear more about the truth than the people up here," she grinned, satisfied with her.

The aged woman looked at the photo and raised her brow, "Is this supposed to be that Daidouji girl?"

"There's only one Daidouji in Tomoeda High, mother, and that's Tomoyo Daidouji," Fuutie said, barely able to contain her excitement, "She doesn't match your description,"

"Yes, I know, but Sakura Daidou-" Yelan started but her daughter cut her off.

"Like I said, mother, Sakura Daidouji doesn't exist," Fuutie told her. "You'll have to give me more time than the usual to complete investigating,"

Yelan smiled, "So, more than just one hour," she said, and her daughter nodded in agreement. "I'll see you tomorrow, dear. By then, I'm assuming you're gotten somewhere,"

Fuutie rolled her eyes and smiled when her mother left the room, "She's the perfect example of underestimation, if that word even exists." She told herself. "Most agencies usually take months to complete what I can do in a couple of days."

Suddenly, the ring of her telephone interrupted her reverie. She hurried to answer it just after the first ring. No calls were routed to her own office unless they were from her contacts, and even those were secretly investigated so she can trust them properly. Time was not to be wasted.

"This is Fuutie Li," she said into the phone, casually. The greeting on the other was familiar, as always, and there was that usual sense of urgency in the caller's voice.

"I found out about that Sakura girl, Miss Li," the caller's masculine voice said. "I can't tell you over the phone,"

Fuutie grinned. There's something more to this girl than I thought. "If it's that important, I'll meet you in five minutes in the usual place,"

"I thought you'd say that," he answered, "I'm waiting,"

"So, had a good talk, guys?" Tomoyo smiled when the two of them returned from the house. She was already in her car's driver seat. "That was pretty long, though, I've got only fifteen minutes to get back home before mom starts scolding me. Where can I drop you off, Li?"

Syaoran sighed. "If you're in a hurry, you can just take me to the station. I'm sure the bus to Raven's Peak hasn't left yet," he told her, getting in the backseat. He sure didn't want to be stuck between Tomoyo and her cousin.

Tomoyo beamed, and almost shouted, "That's perfect!" she looked hopingly at the brown-haired girl who had taken the seat beside her. "You can walk home with Sakura!"

"You live in Raven's Peak?" Syaoran raised a brow, incredulous.

"Hey, just because all the houses you see there are practically mansions and villas, it doesn't mean a girl like me can't live anywhere near Raven's Peak," Sakura said defensively.

Tomoyo giggled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I guess the Kinomoto estate in the forest outside the Peak subdivision doesn't count, does it?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, leaning on the window of the car, "Oh, shut it," she murmured.

Tomoyo ignored her and turned to Syaoran, "Hey, before we go, can I ask you something? Sakura and I are going to the movies tomorrow. Can you come?"

"Don't you think that's a little rash, Tomoyo?" Sakura asked.

"Oh, you're not in-charge here," Syaoran smirked, "Of course I'll come. Mother will be delighted," he rolled his eyes at the last word.

"You guys will never stop fighting, will you?" Tomoyo laughed, amused. "You're worse than my brothers,"

"You have brothers?" the two chorused.

Tomoyo grinned, "Of course, not, but if I did, you'd still be worse," she told them.

"Trust Tomoyo to make things even more complicated," Sakura muttered as her cousin drove off, heading toward the station.

"Are you sure you won't set the station on fire?" Tomoyo asked, feigning worry. She laughed when they both shot her annoyed looks. "Wow, I never thought messing with you two would be so fun!"

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Oh, just go home, Tomoyo," she said, stepping out of the car.

"You can't wait to spend time with me, can you?" Syaoran joked, earning a jab to the ribs from Sakura. "You really need to stop doing that."

"I need to, but I don't want to," Sakura said, grinning. She spotted the only bus in sight leaving the station. "Oh man, we missed it!" she looked pleadingly at her cousin, "What are we going to do now?'