Sorry about the slow update. School was trying to drown me in homework, and I was trying to stay above sea level. No school today though, so I can write! Wooo!

Chapter Three: What Does He Want?

I nestled closer to Xiao Lang's jacket collar as he smiled to his fans while he entered his limousine that was parked outside the airport. Once inside, he nodded to the driver and the limo sped off down the street, leaving the flashing cameras, waving signs, and cries of confessions from bold fangirls. I watched him as his trademark smile faded into a deep scowl, and his arms crossed across his chest. I shuddered. Even without the meter, I could tell his spirit was still decreasing.

During the conference, flying was beginning to demand more from me than I could give, so I had to resort to just resting on his shirt near his collar bone. He had been animated, the Xiao Lang I had watched on TV came to life as his eyes sparkled, and his way of talking made everyone in the audience excited for what was to come from him. I still find it hard to believe that he was only acting. Who could act so happy and excited without anyone catching it? Except of course I did, so I knew he had to be acting. My heart felt heavy as I looked at his now cold amber eyes staring straight ahead. What could I do to make him happy?

Syaoran's POV

We stopped at a restaurant downtown of the airport. I was supposed to meet a few producers and casting directors there. I had changed in the car and was now in black slacks, and a white dress shirt. It was a little awkward since I swore I was being watched, but I had to brush off the feeling since it was plain to see no one was there. I walked casually into the restaurant and scanned the tables until I saw a man with black shades waving at me. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.

"I'm glad your flight was smooth Syaoran." the man smiled, as I took a seat.

"I'm guessing the same was for you Yamazaki." I half smiled back at my manager, who laughed and smiled back. Yamazaki was the only family I had when it came to these trips. He had been my best friend since grade school, where I was always being tutored on set, and he, as an extra in a movie, had came and talked to me. The first thing out of his mouth was a lie, but I couldn't catch it until my mother told me it wasn't real. To this day, he still lies about things.

"So, when are the producers coming Yamazaki?" I asked, as he stared at me.

"Supposedly right now. But you know with there teleportation machine down, it's hard for them to get here on time….But hey! Did you know that before producers produced movies, they produced humans? That's right, the original producers were aliens, who harvested humans, and re-liquefy them when they are dead to nurture the newborns. It got shut down though by some Neo guy and they had to move onto another hobby…" Yamazaki continued as I tuned him out. I had gotten better at recognizing what was a lie, and this one surprisingly unoriginal.

"Hey Syaoran….did you know that it's rumored that it might snow during your stay here?" Yamazaki continued, his mouth frozen in a smile. My eyes widened slightly. Snow? I had only seen actual snow once when I was little, before I became a model, in Hong Kong, but that's a fuzzy memory that I can barely remember. I looked back at Yamazaki, who was standing, and greeting who I assumed was the producers, and I smiled, and stood as well. We would see if I would get to see snow again.

Sakura's POV

I blushed, remembering suddenly what I had witnessed in the car. That had been so embarrassing? I didn't know he was going to change in the car! I barely had time to cover my eyes when he took his shirt off. Not that it was repulsive or anything, it was actually very smooth, and you could see the prominence of his abs when you were close to him. But I was a girl who honored privacy, and quickly turned around to hide his body from my face.

But Snow? That was all it took for me to make him happy? No strings attached? I happily flew around in the restaurant, close to the chandelier, and sat on one of the crystal chains. Snow was child's play? I could make snow tonight if I wanted! I instantly regretted saying that as I felt my wings shutter a bit. Or Not. Xiao Lang's spirit was too low for me to conjure up that type of magic. I would have to make sure to make him happier in the next few weeks so that I can help him see snow, and to see his family.

I know…it was a lame update, but I did the best I could with my creative juices on low. I have a play coming up, and my creativity is focused more on the auditions, but I'll start cranking these chapters out as I pass over the play. We're doing HSM! Wooo! But back to the story: what'd you think? Hate it? Love it? Pie? Tell me! Review for me and I can start writing more! Peace out!