Vidya: Grr…I downloaded this chapter without finishing it. Sorry for that, to whoever is left reading this awful piece of fiction, mainly me. Anyways, Bianca , I know you're reading this; well, I hope so. Just want to say thanks for telling me what you thought last Friday. Funny how things work out during class.

Disclaimer: If I owned this story, do you think I'd still be writing fan fiction? Well, maybe…not.

Chapter Four: Detectives

"What are we going to do now?" Sakura asked Tomoyo desperately for help. Maybe there was some way she could lend her car, or call a taxi…or the police. Her efforts were in vain, however, and even she knew that.

Syaoran rolled his eyes. "And I thought Daidoujis were supposed to be resourceful with this kind of stuff," he said, at which he received a glare from Tomoyo. Sakura, on the other hand, looked spaced out. "Hey, Daidouji, I'm talking about you!"

Tomoyo raised a brow at him, but only before she realized the Li heir wasn't referring to her. "Sakura, I think he means you," she whispered.

"What? Oh – yeah, whatever." Sakura said, coming out of her reverie, though it was clear that she was still worrying about how she was going to get home.

Syaoran rolled his eyes. Those two are never going to go back to earth on time, he said, suddenly realizing that he had just sounded as if the girls were from outer space. How ironic. He walked to a spot just a couple of yards from the two girls and fished out his phone from his pocket.

"You're usually not this worried, you know," Tomoyo reminded her cousin. "Why don't you just call Peter to pick you up?"

"I thought about that earlier," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "But considering what he and Beatrice can do with information like him-" she pointed at Syaoran, "-I better not take any chances."

The dark-haired girl smiled. "Oh, I forgot," she said, amused. "They tricked your brother into going out with that Chinese girl last year, right? I heard Peter 'accidentally' pushed the girl into Touya and made him kiss her. That was priceless," To Sakura's surprise, Tomoyo produced a camera from a bag inside her car. "I have it here. Do you want to see it?"

"Tomoyo, focus," Sakura said, and almost immediately, a grin broke out on her face, "E-mail it to me later, but after I get home, alright? We need to figure out how to get to Raven's Peak,"

"It looks like Syaoran-kun already figured it out for you," Tomoyo pointed at a black Town car that was weaving its way through traffic. It had the Li Corporation logo, a winged scepter, embossed on its hood. It was clear that the car had come for Syaoran, who had just gotten off his phone.

The car stopped on a parking spot near them. Syaoran walked toward it, but stopped, seeing the windows being rolled down. A familiar-looking young man was sitting in the passenger's seat, and the very sight of him made Syaoran cringe.

"Eriol," he said, harsh enough for Sakura to mistake it for a snarl.

"Hey, Peter, do you think it's about time we get a digital camera?" Beatrice asked her twin. They were in the Kinomoto private library, faxing the photos Peter had taken. Beatrice, on the other hand, sat idly on a nearby chair, brushing off the small specks of dust she could see about her.

Peter bent over, feeding one of the pictures into the machine, "We had one, Bea," he told her, "I just didn't use it,"

"And why? It would have been easier to send them the pictures if we got first-hand digital copies," she answered, staring up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. "I don't even know we have a digital camera,"

"We don't,"

"But you said-"

Peter smirked, "We had one," he repeated, "But you threw it at your bedroom door when I started talking all about it being the best I ever had,"

"Oh, right," Beatrice said, smiling at the thought, "I wanted to see if it could survive hitting a marble wall, but I missed. That was fun,"

Peter rolled his eyes, "My sister the sadist," he murmured, typing in a familiar fax number, "I wonder where she got it from."

"Good morning, Syaoran-kun," Eriol Hiragizawa said as he stepped out of the car. There was a goofy grin on his face, and all Syaoran could do was glare at him. There was time for fighting later.

"What are you doing here, Eriol? I don't remember inviting you here," Syaoran narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. He was not going to let Sakura see him annoyed, fake girlfriend or not.

Eriol smirked, "The day you invite me to your house is the day you start scheming how to kill me on Li family grounds," he said, all too aware of Syaoran's tendencies. He looked at Tomoyo and Sakura, and his eyes softened. "But on the other hand, would you like to introduce me to your friends?", he said.

"I wouldn't like to, and they're not my friends," Syaoran murmured, but Eriol had already walked over to the two girls. "But we really need a ride to Raven's Peak, and I didn't think I'd need to see your stupid little face again,"

"I see the obnoxious complex doesn't run in the family," Sakura said, and Eriol laughed. "You must be Eriol Hiragizawa."

"Obnoxious complex?" Eriol repeated, with an amused smile on his face. "I see the ride home is going to be a little more interesting than usual,"

Sakura smirked as she followed Syaoran and Eriol into the Li family car. She waved goodbye to Tomoyo with a roll of her eyes. "I'm itching to see how Eriol ticks Syaoran off," she said. "This is going to be fun,"

"Good morning, Fuutie," a dark-haired man greeted as he saw the Li woman pass through the doors. He was sitting by an open window in a corner of the restaurant, and he could see one of the Li family cars pull out from the parking lot.

She smiled, sitting on the seat across the man, "So, what can you tell me about this Sakura girl?" she asked. There was no use for introductions. After years of correspondence, she knew formality was rare when she talked to this particular contact.

"So straightforward," he smiled, but he handed Fuutie a thin manila envelope from his bag. "One thing I need to say, though: it's hard for anyone else to look for this girl. She's an heir to one of the richest families in Tomoeda after all,"

"And it wasn't hard for you because…?" Fuutie waited for the answer. If this girl was so important, why did it take only a couple of minutes for this man to find out about her?

The man had a wry smile on his face, "Simple, because…she's my sister,"

Author's drabbling notes:

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