Well, I've been bored and depressed lately (not a good combo) and since this is a tragedy, I thought I might continue with the depressing fourth chapter of the story. Since I'm not wholeheartedly into this at the moment, I've decided to skip a lot of the stuff I was going to write and get straight to the good stuff. Here you go.

Disclaimer: I own this as much as the anime had an ending.

Syaoran gathered his sword and some essential items into a sack and closed the door. This place hadn't exactly brought him the best of luck and he hoped he would never have to stay there again.

"Ready to go Mokona?"

"Mokona already told you! Mokona is always ready!"

"Well, at least you're happy. Just remember what I told you. If it looks like there's going too be a fight, I want you to get out of the way."

"Mokona will hide somewhere! Mokona is very good at hiding! It's one of…"

"…Your 108 secret skills. I know. Just make sure you remember when the time comes."

Mokona jumped into the sack and Syaoran began to walk towards the area Sakura had been taken from. Maybe there was a clue he had missed or a trail he could follow. Sure enough, there was a note pinned to a tree right near the spot where she had been taken.

"I presume you'll be coming for her. You have until midnight. But I am an honest man. There are no traps or guards. Only myself. Defeat me, and she'll be yours. Fail, and I may have my way with her." On the back was a map of the general area with a large X where Syaoran presumed the captor's home was.

"All right, Mokona, let's go get her."

The road to the captor's home was long; it took almost the entire day to get there. The sun was just sliding below the horizon when the gloomy shape of a castle began to materialize out of the fog that had surrounded them. It was huge, at least as big as the castle back in Clow Country. It's tall towers and intricate design made it look like something out of a fairy tale.

Syaoran finally reached the castle just after nightfall. He approached the giant wooden doors in front and they opened automatically. (Why does that always happen?) Inside, there was a large foyer. It looked more like grand ballroom and had probably once been used as such, but now it was dark and gloomy. The railings were covered with cobwebs and dust from years of being unused.

Syaoran stepped inside, listening to the echo of his own footprints. He could feel the dark presence of the person who had taken his love away from him. But he could also feel Sakura's presence and that meant she was still alive.

As he neared the stairs in the center of the room, the doors behind him closed by themselves. Then a loud maniacal laugh erupted from the second story. The kidnapper eased himself slowly down the stairs with the most noble walk Syaoran had ever seen an evil man walk. His laugh scared Mokona enough for the little manjuu to jump from Syaoran's hood and hide in the corner near the doors.

The man stepped into the semi-light at the bottom of the stairs and clapped his hands slowly, applauding Syaoran for having found him. He was dresses exactly the same as he was, except the cloak and pants were black.

"Where is Sakura?"

"In the back room. Fear not, she has not been harmed. I wouldn't want to ruin my prize before I even win it, no? She will be a lovely slave for me."

Syaoran sneered but kept his cool. "Sakura isn't a prize. She's a girl with her own feelings and dreams and memo…." he could bear to finish as he remembered the pain he felt when she had lost her memory of him.

"Well, I do believe I hold the cards in this hand. And she will act as our prize. You win, she is yours. I win, I will do as I wish with her." He smiled in the most perverted of ways. "And she will enjoy it."

Syaoran couldn't hold it in anymore. He drew his sword and swing in a single motion. But his opponent had already disappeared. Then a voice came from atop the stairs again.

"Well, well. You wouldn't even give me the chance to introduce myself." He took off his hood and bowed like he was the prince of the castle. "My name is Watanuki." He drew his sword as well. With the exception of the blade being black, it was the same as Syaoran's. "Now, shall we begin?"

Mokona watched in the corner as the two fought weakly, feeling each other out, finding the other's weakness. A blow here or there, a clash of steel on steel. It seemed so slow paced in comparison to the other fights Mokona had watched. To him, it was odd and confusing why neither showed much strength.

But Syaoran knew what was going on. He knew that they were feeling each other out, looking for weaknesses. And he knew that it was a silent chess match for position in the room. Neither wanted to be the one to have to back up the stairs or be forced into a corner, and so most of their fight began with position.

Watanuki made the first real move. He ducked underneath one of Syaoran's attacks and swiped his feet out from under him, and in the same motion, Watanuki launched himself in the air and came down with the intention of stabbing Syaoran right through the gut. Syaoran could see it and swing his sword just in time to deflect the attack and force Watanuki's sword into the tile floor next to him. Syaoran rolled backwards and back up to his feet but Watanuki had already pulled his sword out of the floor and begun his next series of attacks. He swing through Syaoran's midsection, and Syaoran blocked to his right. Watanuki swiped several more times, and each time Syaoran dodged backward, only an inch or two out of Watanuki's reach. With his final dodge, Syaoran felt the rounded end of the railing of the stair dig into his back. Watanuki swing again and Syaoran was force to leap into the air to dodge the swing and kick Watanuki in the face, then do a backward summersault onto the railing behind him.

Watanuki sneered and seemingly teleported himself to the top of the stairs behind Syaoran. He swung his sword the way he had before, but this time, a dark blue energy wave shot out he tip of the sword and headed straight for Syaoran. He had barely enough time to bring his own sword up to defend himself. The energy crashed against the side of his blade sending flying backward off the railing and into the center of the room.

Watanuki clapped again as he walked down the stairs. A cage lowered from the chain where a chandelier once hung. In it was Sakura. She was standing in the corner of the cage.

"Syaoran!"

"Sakura!" As soon as the cage hit the floor, he ran to the cage and held her hand tight. "I promise, I'll get you out of here alive."

But he was interrupted as Watanuki flung another energy beam at Syaoran. He turned as began to dodge it, but he stopped himself and took the wave directly in the stomach. It pushed him back into the steel bars of he cage and crush several of his ribs. Syaoran was left there panting and bleeding but still standing. Watanuki launched several more waves at him with the same result. Syaoran stood with his arms in front of him to cushion the impact. Of one the beams struck him in the shoulder, separating the arm from the joint. Blood burst from the severed limb as it flew through the bars of the cage. Syaoran turned to Sakura again.

"I promise. I'll get you out of here." He turned back to Watanuki and raised his sword with his remaining arm.

Watanuki laughed that maniacal laugh again, shaking the very foundation of the castle. "You still think you can win? I wish you luck, fool. Sakura will be mine." He fired another blast at Syaoran.

Syaoran brought his sword down on the blast at just the right moment, slicing it clean in half and causing it to dissipate. He then charged up the stairs blocking several more of Watanuki's desperate attempts to stop him. As Syaoran reached the top of the stairs, Watanuki fired off two final blasts in succession. Syaoran blocked the first, but the second struck him in the leg.

But Syaoran couldn't be stopped at that point. He pushed off with his remaining leg and swung the sword straight through Watanuki's chest. The blade cut through his arm and most of his torso leaving only a few inches on his left connected. Both collapsed to the floor.

Watanuki raised his head enough to see Syaoran. "Enough. I have lost." He pulled a controller out of his pocket and pushed a button. With his last breath, he whispered an apology to Syaoran and let his head fall to the floor. The top of Sakura's cage fell open and she rushed to Syaoran's side.

There you go…. Only one chapter left. Sorry for the cliffy, but it shouldn't be long before I finish…. So long as I get reviews….. :P Thanks for reading!

And a special thanks to:

Corabella123

Daydreamer-Of-The-Unknown

Francesca

Syaoran's Real Self

Thanks for the reviews… and thanks to Syaoran's Real Self for the idea behind the villain's identity J