A/N: So, due to various issues -coughgleecough- I did not get a new chapter done. But that's the joy of already having a few completed stories hanging around. As such, I'm posting this up now. Yay~! This has to be my favourite thing to have written to date. So sweet and sad. This is based off the idea of Syaoron having the same feelings as his dear twin. I love this one and I hope you do too. Read and enjoy!

Story Four

The cherry blossoms were falling. It marked the end of one season and the start of another. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, an occasion for sitting outside under the warm sun with a large group of friends and act silly. After all, wasn't this what the sunny season for?

But Syaoron wasn't in the mood for any of that. He couldn't muster up one of his mischievous grins, couldn't put on a cheerful air. Today was just not his day. He had managed to put on a façade for everyone though. He'd managed to fool them by appearing normal. He could do that, at least, pretend. Though only when necessary and he wanted to avoid necessity as much as possible. If he put it up for too long, someone was bound to see a crack. He couldn't let them see it, the face that he really wanted to show. So he stayed away whenever possible, with excuses that wouldn't make them suspicious.

So it was at lunchtime that the young student found himself alone standing beneath one of the many sakura trees that stood on the school grounds. He wanted to be alone for a while, shed that façade of good cheer for a little while. Perhaps if he let his true feeling seep out for a moment, he'd be able to fake his way through the day. Perhaps he'd have to pretend he was okay for weeks, maybe even months. This wasn't something one got over in one day.

He sighed, leaning against the tree and closing his eyes. Sakura petals fell all around him as he relaxed, letting his energy drain out of him. He wondered how long he could keep this up. Hopefully long enough to unsure these feelings would never trouble him again. He could feel himself slowly dozing off.

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep there."

Syaoron jolted awake as the familiar voice invaded his quiet time alone. He blinked over at Yuui as the teacher approached him. He straightened, crossing his arms and instantly putting up his mask. "Ah, hello there, Yuui-sensei. Come to look at the sakura before they all wither away?"

The cooking teacher came up beside him, leaning against the tree as well. "I came to see how you were doing," he answered, eying the boy.

Syaoron raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm doing fine, as I have been all morning."

"Are you?" Those intense blue eyes bore into him, searching for something.

He frowned. He didn't like where this was going. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Yuui shrugged and looked away. He examined the wall of the school that stood before them, looking as if he had not a care in the world. A moment passed in silence before he started talking again. "Syaoran-kun and Sakura-chan certainly seem happy, don't they?"

The brunet flinched and was glad that the teacher wasn't looking at him. He quickly acted as if that hadn't affected him. "Yes, they do. After all that trouble of getting Syaoran to confess. He was worrying for weeks what to say. And he kept thinking that she'd reject him." He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. "All that worrying for nothing."

"Don't laugh if you don't feel like it," Yuui said, tone almost forceful.

Syaoron started, head turning slowly to look at the teacher. He tried to keep his face neutral but some of his shock was still clear in his eyes. He faked a small smile. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Yuui-sensei. I'm fine."

The blond raised a hand and placed it on his cheek. "No. You're not."

He batted the hand away, frowning. "There is nothing wrong. Honestly."

"You liked her too." The boy froze. "You liked Sakura-chan, just like you're brother. You still do, it seems. It's rather nice of you to give her up like that. But that doesn't mean you have to bury how you feel about all of this. Do you really think you can hide like this forever?"

Syaoron turned away as his face began to crumble. How did the teacher know? No one knew how he felt; he'd made sure of that. He had carefully put up a shield around him, keeping his secret locked inside his heart. After all, his brother loved Sakura and she loved him. Their faces might be the same but they were entirely different. He couldn't break them apart, not for anything in the world. "My brother deserves happiness," he whispered, eyes downcast.

"And you think you don't?" The man's voice was just as quiet, soft and caring. It seemed like he really did care about the boy, like he truly worried about how he was feeling. Though the brunet knew it was just because he was a teacher. It was natural for him to worry about his students. That was all there was to it.

Syaoron slid down the tree to sit, crossing his arms over his knees and burying his face in them. He suddenly felt exhausted, all his energy seeming to drain away as the blond picked away at the wall that surrounded him. "It doesn't matter anyway," he murmured bitterly. "I've already decided."

Warms arms came around him in a comforting embrace. He gasped at the touch, confused. Yuui placed his head against the boy, putting them in a position that would seem like snuggling if Syaoron was returning the hug or at least relaxed. The young student peeked out from behind his arms to glance at the teacher, seeing an almost peaceful expression on his face. "How you feel always matters. Hiding your emotions will only make people worry about you more. If you don't want to tell them, that's fine. But don't keep things bottled up, okay?" He began to run soothing fingers through the boy's hair, pulling him a bit closer. "Can I decide something too?"

"Yes…" The walls finally fell. Syaoron shifted slightly to lean against the teacher and buried his face in the fabric of his shirt. His hands clenched tightly onto the blond, balling up as he gripped tightly onto the shirt. He wasn't crying, he didn't sob or sniff, but his emotion in that instant was obvious enough. "I'll… I'll be fine…" His voice shook.

"I know." Yuui tightened the embrace, running a comforting hand along his back as his fingers continued to run through those brown locks. He sighed. "One day everything will be fine. I'm sure you'll find that person meant for you."

A strong breeze blew past them, scattering the sakura petals that continued to fall and taking away the last words Yuui whispered ever so softly.

"Though I hope that person is me…"