Author's Note: My excuse for not updating in two months: writer's block.

Summary: 2 years after the second movie of Card Captor Sakura: The Sealed Card, life seems pretty normal compared to the Card Days, as Sakura and her friends refer to it, not including the training Keroberos forces Sakura to do and the fact that she is having a relationship with Syaoran who is now living back in Hong Kong. However, when magical entities are stirring up inside and around Tomoeda, what will the crew do? Will they take an aggressive stance and run straight into trouble or will they somehow figure out a way keep away from disaster?

A Riot of Surprise

Chapter 8: Changing Reflections

"Ohayo Sakura-chan," Tomoyo greeted as Sakura walked through the door, surprisingly early. Noticing the tired and listless way Sakura walked, she added, "Couldn't get any sleep yesterday night?"

"Ohayo Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said tiredly, "And no, I don't think I did."

"Ohayo Gozaimasu, Sakura-san," Reizan greeted each girl separately as he came in the door. "Ohayo Gozaimasu, Daidouji-san."

"Ohayo Gozaimasu," they both replied.

"That was a great party on Sunday. Thank you for inviting me," Reizan spoke conversationally to both girls. "Are you okay, Sakura-san?" he asked when Sakura stiffened from the reminder of the strange night. "Silly me, I forgot that you had a cold. Sorry, I forgot," he apologized, saving Sakura a lie.

Just then, the Terada-sensei walked into the room and cleared his throat. "Good morning everyone. Today we have another new addition to the class. Make that, another three new additions. Some of you might recognize our three transfer students from two years ago. Please come in."

The class erupted in whispers and in walked… "Hiiragizawa-san!" Yamazaki exclaimed as loud as Chiharu and Naoko screamed the names of Syaoran and Meiling who looked down embarrassed at the attention. Sakura's eyes widened as she realized that they had told her they would be staying in Tomoeda and she hadn't understood a single word.

Slightly annoyed with the interruption, Terada-sensei cleared his throat and continued, "That's right. Our three transfers are Eriol Hiiragizawa," Eriol smiled at his name, "Syaoran Li," who was too busy staring at one particular girl in the back to show any response, "and Meiling Li. Li-kun and Li-san are cousins from Hong Kong while Hiiragizawa-kun is from England. They flew in from Hong Kong and London yesterday; so please, give them a little room," The last part of the introduction was towards a group of girls near the back of the room who winked their understanding at the Terada-sensei and promptly stopped their giggling. "Please welcome them like you helped Saitakou-kun adjust to our school."

Terada-sensei looked around for empty seats. "Those three in the back are available. Let's seen now… Li-kun, please sit behind Kinomoto-san like before, Li-san behind Daidouji-san, and Hiiragizawa behind Saitakou-kun. Now please, quiet down," he added to the class, "I'm starting homeroom."

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The sun was shining brightly in the crisp spring air later at lunch. Flowers bloomed in the season of growth and the soft grass was cool in the shade. Sitting under their favorite tree, the group of friends gathered around Yamazaki and Eriol. The lying duo was back at it again.

"And watermelons were used as wheels for the wagons made from carrots. Inside of these homemade wagons-"

"were baskets made of grapevines," Yamazaki finished for Eriol.

"But don't grapevines have thorns? They would poke someone's hands, wouldn't they?" Chiharu interrupted.

Not missing a beat, Eriol added, "That's why they made gloves out of potato skins. But these gloves were hard to make because you had to eat many baskets of potatoes before you had enough layers to protect your hands."

Meiling sighed as she watched Syaoran and Sakura absorb the lie with wondering eyes. It seemed Chiharu also noticed because she said with a glare towards Yamazaki, "It's a lie…"

"Hoe?" Sakura exclaimed. "It was a lie, did you know that Syaoran-kun?"

"Well…" Syaoran trailed off.

Tomoyo giggled and pointed her camera at Syaoran's face and commented in the camera, "Syaoran thought, 'Should I lie to her or should I save face and state that I knew?'"

"Shut up, Daidouji!" Syaoran shouted angrily as the others chuckled, while Sakura cocked her head, confused. The others went on talking and eating, but no one but Sakura noticed Reizan was staring off into nowhere, apparently deep in thought.

"Reizan-kun?"

"Huh?" Reizan replied distractedly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Magic," he replied mysteriously and then added, "Did you know that there are many forms of magic? There are those purely fictional ones of mystical powers and there are those that are incomprehensible to normal men. No matter how you look at it, those two are pretty much the same thing; they are fictional because no one knows about them. Because they are afraid of the unknown, they treat it with scorn or as if it didn't exist. Then, there are those that come from the heart. Those are the ones you must be aware of and act carefully around because the heart is a fickle and fragile thing." He noticed Sakura's confused look and finished with a smile, "Forgive me, I'm just rambling. It's nothing important."

"It's alright," Sakura replied before going back to her food, apparently forgetting the whole topic as she exclaimed, "Oishii! Otou-san is such a good cook!"

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The same day Syaoran, Meiling, and Eriol transferred to Sakura and Tomoyo's school, they gathered together at an ice cream shop the three foreign students had never seen before. "Piffle Princess brand ice cream…" Syaoran commented dryly to Tomoyo, the heir to the Daidouji Corporation. One of the stores they owned was called Piffle Princess which produced clothes designed by Tomoyo herself.

"That's right. Mother decided that we needed something cheap but profitable to add a little more research money to the company. Though we were planning to stop production of the product after a few months, the ice cream was such a big seller that we bought this premise and turned it into an ice cream shop!" Tomoyo finished her explanation with a flourish of the hand, showing off the small but comfortable shop. With a window to the left, once through the door, the first thing you saw was a poster with small pictures of all the different kinds of flavors. What caught the eye though was a small little panel separate from all the other regular flavors labeled. The panel was titled, Flavors of Fate. Sakura had glared at Tomoyo with an accusing shake of her fist the first time she had seen them because the names of the fifty two flavors were exactly same as the ones in her own deck of Sakura cards. Prices were positioned to the left of this panel in the form of another poster attached to the wall. From outside the restaurant, you could clearly see the counter and the flavor poster through the transparent glass window.

Under the poster of flavors were booths lined along the right wall. To the left of the door were the usual square tables, but with stiff backed dining chairs usually seen in restaurants. Near the front window, and towards the left wall, curved an L-shaped counter with a movable panel at the left end when facing the wall. Its size and design was small enough to admit an adult's entrance or exit and keep infants and little children out. The counter was adorned with many stands portraying business information, flyers, and the cash register behind which there was always an employee. To the right of the cash register, facing the wall was a section of the counter built to reveal samples of all the flavors. The transparent glass enabled a customer look into the refrigerated tubs of uncapped ice cream. For supplies, a door behind the counter opened into a storage room. Creation of the orders (for ice-cream was not all that was served) was all made at a second counter behind the first unless the order was plain old delicious ice-cream. All in all, it was very efficient, Tomoyo told them.

"I think I can guess, but why are we here again?" Eriol asked with Syaoran nodding his curiosity. The two boys were seated at a booth next to the window with plain sight of the streets outside. Meiling picked a separate table next to theirs and sat down, pulling out a chair for Tomoyo in the process.

Sakura had gone to order their ice cream with Tomoyo's money so Tomoyo felt reasonably more comfortable enlightening the other three with her thoughts. "It's like this," she began, "Sakura is obviously very overjoyed that you three are staying here in Tomoeda, but she's also worried about Kero-chan. If we host a small celebration – more like a reunion – then it'll help take her mind off of her worries for awhile with a legitimate reason to celebrate."

"You're very considerate of Sakura-san," Eriol commented, insightfully nodding at the same time his lips formed a faint smile. Tomoyo didn't notice this for her gaze was still fixed to her energetic friend debating what flavors to pick at the counter, obviously enjoying herself.

"Of course," she replied with a smile, "Sakura-chan is a very special person to me."

Syaoran and Meiling took it as that and started arguing about the differences between their school back in Hong Kong and the Junior High in Tomoeda. Strangely, it was Eriol that said, "May I ask why you're in this outfit, Daidouji-san?"

Tomoyo looked down at the plain brown coat that was one size too large for her through tinted sunglasses and. She wore a matching hat to complete the suspicious outfit. Laughing a bit to awkwardly to be believable, she answered, "The workers here tend to shower me with too many ideas and offers of free ice-cream that I end up spending hours as they restrain me in the storage room."

Eriol nodded gravely, "And that's why Sakura-san is over there instead of you, buying the ice-cream with money that is yours."

Tomoyo smiled in acknowledgment before sighing and taking off her tinted glasses and cap, praying that no one would notice. Her wish was granted in a rather strange away as a single voice exclaimed over the small chatter in the shop.

"Sakura-san, what are you doing here?" Syaoran's ears perked up at the sound of another male using Sakura's name informally. He transferred his eyes from Tomoyo to Sakura where a brown-haired youth with yellow streaks in his hair had approached Sakura with a smile.

"Who does he think he is, getting overly familiar to Sakura," Syaoran hissed, echoed by Meiling (who replaced 'Sakura' with 'Kinomoto-san') to the same effect.

Not engrossed with bloodlust for this newcomer like the other two, only Eriol noticed Tomoyo stiffen when Sakura exclaimed in surprise, "Class Rep?"

"I told you; you don't need to be so formal with me outside of school. Class Rep sounds so distant," the youth replied. Akin to Syaoran's stature, his olive colored eyes looked down at Sakura's more meager height, gleaming as if they were watching a hilarious seen. At first glance, he seemed to be flirtatious in nature yet his straight and prideful posture accompanied with his school uniform belied that impression.

"Alright… Rizoshi-san," Sakura replied uneasily.

"Takao, call me Takao," he countered, brushing back loose strands of his hair from his eyes.

Sakura shuffled uneasily as he started rambling on about why it was advantageous for her to be familiar with him, none of which she understood. What did cleaning duty have to do with anything; and wasn't he just trying to bribe her with the possibility of sleeping in late?

Back at the table, Meiling had a tough time holding Syaoran (and herself) back from throwing a nearby chair at the obnoxious classmate. Instead of joining in their murmuring of heated insults, Tomoyo sank in her seat.

"Aren't you going to help Sakura-san?" Eriol asked.

Tomoyo shook her head, "He's harmless… Sakura-chan can deal with him by herself. She doesn't need my help; she's been in bigger problems than this. She has a fan club for mercy's sake!"

"Fan club?" the cousins asked, stopping their constant stream of angry mutterings towards the class representative long enough to stare her down with a threat. "What fan club?" Syaoran demanded dangerously.

With hand motions to emphasize that she didn't think it was that big of a deal, she said, "Didn't you know? Sakura-san is the vice-captain of our cheerleading squad and is the third best runner on the track team. With that combination, it's no wonder her fan club consists of almost a hundred students and many secret admirers."

"How's that not a big deal," Syaoran almost screamed, his raised voice attracting a questioning glance from the object of their discussion. Thankfully, the only customers at that time of the day were rowdy teenagers from their school who didn't pay much attention to the angry transfer student. They blamed his behavior on his foreign upbringing and jet lag.

Pushing Syaoran back into his chair, Meiling apologized for her cousin and let Tomoyo continue. "If she can deal with a fan club, she can deal with one overly flirtatious teenager," she waved away Syaoran's look of disbelief. "Sakura has changed, Li-san – for the better of course. Besides; I have a fan club too," she added, the last so casually that it took a second before the others could react.

Instead of distressing over the fact, however, the three transfer students just nodded. Though Sakura probably hadn't (and still didn't) know, in the time the three had stayed in Tomoeda, a small fan club – but a fan club nonetheless – had existed for the purpose of worshipping the 'angelic singer' and 'incredibly smart' girl in elementary school.

Tomoyo reassured them that this Takao Rizoshi was no problem at all. Syaoran and Meiling grudgingly left it at that, trusting their friend's judgment but Eriol was not so sure. "If you say so…" he relented after Tomoyo challenged his doubt-filled words with a glare. They turned their attention back to the class representative and Sakura.

"By the way, where is your raven-haired friend?" Takao asked Sakura, looking around the shop. Takao's back was facing the group near the windows though, so he didn't find his target. "Isn't she always with you?"

Tomoyo gave Sakura a forceful shake of her head. As a result, Sakura sighed inwardly and pretended not to hear Takao's question. She changed the subject, "Are you going to buy anything? You're kind of in the way of the customers."

"Eh?" Takao questioned, turning around to face a growing line up frowning customers waiting for him to get out of the way. "Sorry, sorry, it wasn't intentional," he apologized, pulling Sakura with him out of their way. He apologized again when someone growled at him, though the source of the sound originated from behind him.

Meiling kicked Syaoran under the table. Letting out a small yelp of pain and surprise, Syaoran sullenly rubbed his bruised leg and muttered, "He grabbed her without permission."

"Whose permission, yours or hers?" was Meiling's reply to his reasoning.

"Both."

The argument was stopped by a thud as Tomoyo slammed her head on the table to the shout of, "There she is!"

"There she is!" Takao repeated in recognition, despite Sakura's attempts to steer his vision from the corner her friends were sitting at. "Let's go Sakura-san!" he commanded, pointing to the girl who was currently sinking farther and deeper into her seat until her head leaned against the top of the chair's stiff back. "Tomomo!"

"Don't you dare laugh," Tomoyo hissed to Eriol whose eyes held an amused twinkling that foretold doom to its target. He covered his mouth with one hand while shaking his head to deny the chuckles coming from him.

"Like an angel as always, my Tomomo!" Takao exclaimed, standing behind Tomoyo and staring down at her. "But shouldn't you sit up straighter, more like royalty?"

"I am not yours and my name is Tomoyo," she retorted furiously, angrier at Eriol's laughter than at the source of the annoyance. 'Also, you have no right to order me around – it's not like I am royalty," she added the last in an undertone to herself.

"What are you saying, 'Miss Fiancée?'"

"Fiancée?" Syaoran, Meiling, and even Eriol, exclaimed in surprise.

"Hoe..." Sakura muttered in the background.

Tomoyo shook her head in response and sat straighter in her chair, ignoring Takao's triumphant smile. Why couldn't she sit up straight? There was no point in hiding anymore and her back was killing her!

"You don't have to be embarrassed, dear Tomomo," Takao said, mistaking her denial as inexistent embarrassment. Maybe it was because her cheeks were flaming red from anger or the way she gripped his arm before he could touch her. But pondering and taking hints was not his style, so he took the excruciatingly painful squeezing of his arm with a brave wince and mistook it for a signal for reassurance – to Tomoyo's endless torment.

"That's right; she's my fiancée!" he exclaimed, sending Tomoyo's head plummeting into the table's hard surface again.

"Don't decide things by yourself," she moaned – in part from the painful collision.

"That's a side of her we haven't seen…" Eriol muttered to himself. Meiling, the only one who heard him, nodded in agreement.

"What are you saying," Takao asked in bewilderment, "There's really no need to be embarrassed, dear Tomomo!"

"Are you really so stupid that you can't tell apart anger and embarrassment, Class Rep.?" Syaoran broke in, emphasizing the title with mocking tones.

Takao looked up, a scowl on his face, "I didn't see you there, transfer student. In fact, if you hadn't spoken up, I would have ignored you completely as someone not worth my time; but, I know a threat when I hear one. So will you make the worst mistake of your life and challenge me?"

"This, coming from a complete idiot?"

"Do you know who you are insulting?"

"Not at all, and I don't care," Syaoran smirked, "All I need to know is that you're an idiot; and all you need to know is to stay away from Sakura and Daidouji." Syaoran paused for a moment, then added with a grin, "And me."

"When it comes to Sakura-san, I guess Li-san changes also," Eriol commented to Meiling, who nodded in agreement again. Then again, we haven't been together like this for awhile and maybe I've changed as well… or the circumstances have. Back then, it would only be the four of them around the table. Strangely, I feel as if I've intruded in some way, but we've had three years to adjust to each other; we should all get along fine… except for Li-san of course.

"Cocky aren't you?" Takao glared, "You can laugh all you want when your family is digging up graves for scraps. I'll make sure you're broken down, Syaoran Li," Takao snapped confidently, his simplistic attitude from earlier all but gone.

"Right, whatever you say, commoner."

"Commoner!" Takao exclaimed, outraged. "I'll have you know that I come from a prestigious family in these parts. My father is the mayor of this city and our family owns at least a sixth of the companies here in Tomoeda! We're as good as royalty! If you're more careful from now on, this member of the elite will make sure you eat your words."

Syaoran grinned nonchalantly at the threat, "Words which are spoken are not meant to be taken back. If you really are serious, I'll take on your challenge with the full power of the Li Corporation as its heir."

This statement evidently shocked the competition as the first hint of fear shone from Takao's eyes. "Wait… Li Corporation? Don't tell me you're the fifth child… the only son of Yelan Li?"

"What of it," Syaoran asked, smirking with triumph. "Didn't you know?"

"The answer's obvious," Meiling answered for the dumbstruck 'elite', "That blank look, open mouth, wide eyes, stiffening of the spine; he didn't know alright."

"And who is this fair lady," Takao interrupted her rude appraisement of his reaction with a flourish of simple minded charm in a failing effort to redeem himself in their eyes. "Meiling, am I right?"

"It's Li-san to you," she replied coldly, "I have no respect for flirtatious pests." Addressing Tomoyo and Sakura, she asked, "Is he always like this?"

Tomoyo nodded sullenly. Sakura followed suit albeit reluctantly, uncomfortable with insulting the class representative in front of his face. Takao backed sullenly away from Syaoran, spun around on his heels and walked out the door, calling back, "I'll see you another time, sweet Sakura-san, charming Meiling-san, and my angelic Tomomo."

Syaoran: "Don't use Sakura's name so casually!"

Meiling: "I said 'It's Li-san to you!'"

Tomoyo: "My name is Tomoyo!"

Sakura sighed as Takao's back disappeared from view.

"That was strangely entertaining," Eriol commented a few seconds later, earning him the wrathful glares from Syaoran and Meiling. Sakura and Tomoyo (back to her calm and composed ways) were too polite to do anything but frown.

"Number two-hundred and thirteen; your order is ready!"

"Ah, the ice-cream!" Sakura exclaimed, forgetting the whole event as if nothing happened.

It wasn't as easy for the offended to forget their rage but they managed to soothe themselves back complacency at Sakura's reappearance carrying a tray of ice-cream with their orders. Syaoran stood up to help her distribute the cold confections, pulling a chair out for her while he was at it.

Idle chatter started up at the two tables as they ate. Somewhat unnerved by the beaming smiles Meiling and Tomoyo wore on their faces as they started a discussion on clothing, Sakura accepted Syaoran's offer of a seat next to him and took a big bite into her strawberry flavored ice-cream cone that she picked for no other reason than for consistency and its color. No matter how old she got, she would always love the color pink. With her two female companions deep in conversation, chattering in the background about how Meiling wished that a Piffle Princess store would open near where she and Syaoran had lived in Hong Kong Sakura and the two boys ate silently. She glanced at Syaoran and received a warm smile. Smiling back, she took another bite of her cone, the coldness doing nothing to hinder the growing warmth she felt inside. In fact, the sweetness just added fuel to the fire as she smiled at how Syaoran had tried to defend her… though he was a tad bit overprotective.

"Only a tad bit overprotective?" Eriol asked with a smile.

Sakura blinked, "Hoe?"

"What's that supposed to mean, megane?" Syaoran retorted angrily.

"Exactly what you think it means." Over Syaoran's growl, Eriol continued with a straight face, "Seriously, I've always wondered how you can hate little likable me?"

"Its that self-righteous arrogant attitude you have!"

Sakura watched in wonder, wondering all the while how they could act like that after the whole matter of exchanging threats and how Eriol read his mind.

She had just decided that nothing was impossible when Tomoyo, accustomed to Sakura's confusion, leaned over the back of her chair and whispered into Sakura's ear, "You were thinking out loud."

Sakura's exclamation of shock and embarrassment cut the air and silenced the ice cream shock for a few seconds until Tomoyo apologized for her as she was too embarrassed to do anything but hide her face in her hands.

"Eh, it's Daidouji-sama!" a worker cried out in abrupt recognition of the soft voice.

"What; where?" came the reply of three others.

As a result, Tomoyo found herself back under a hastily adorned cap and her amethyst eyes behind her sunglasses. She silently whispered an apology to Sakura as her friend was pulled away from the table. Grinning awkwardly in another apology to Syaoran, she sank into her seat as she listened to Sakura's cries for help. As the best friend of the company heiress, Sakura was expected to act as a substitute and accept messages intended for Tomoyo. With no help forthcoming, (Syaoran outside human barrier formed by the circle of bodies) Sakura forced herself to be brave as customer watched the swarm of worker mob her with questions.

"Good reflexes," Tomoyo replied to Eriol's incredulous smile at her speed. "And habit," she added.

A sudden shattering of class and screams from outside brought the light-hearted scene to an end. Customers dove for cover under tables as the glass broke door and windows broke. Syaoran and Meiling with their training were able to avoid most of the dangerous shards but only Tomoyo was able to avoid all of the shards. Eriol, with his mysterious reflexes and quick thinking, was able to push Tomoyo from the path of sharp fragments in between the two paths of projectiles caused by the synchronous imploding of windows and door.

"Call the ambulance," someone shouted over the screams and chaos.

Hearing the shout and cries of pain from her position on the floor, Tomoyo's heart pounded painfully as she felt her worst fears realized. Recklessly pushing Eriol off of her, shredding her palms with glass shards, she got up and spun around. Shameful with her thoughts, she sighed in relief when she saw Sakura relatively unscathed with tears in her eyes.

It was found that no one was hurt much when the ambulance came. It seemed the workers fussing over Sakura had blocked the worst of broken glass leaving her with only a small cut on her forearm. Those workers who had to bravely go to the hospital were given a paid vacation when Tomoyo's mother arrived on the scene, even before the police showed up with sirens flashing red and blue.

The friends, except for Meiling, sat on a bench outside the shop, watching the day go on. Sakura, between Syaoran and Tomoyo, was obviously lost in thought, but only Eriol noticed. With Syaoran, overwhelmed with concerns for Sakura, and Tomoyo with her own agenda, the only one not occupied enough with thoughts was the reincarnated boy, leaving him the only one still observant.

Tomoyo continued to smile reassuringly when Sakura asked her how she felt, but frowned inside when all Sakura continued to do afterwards was pester Syaoran with "Are really alright?" Syaoran had taken three nasty looking parallel cuts on his right cheek during the incident. Worrying, even when Syaoran repeated that they were extremely shallow cuts, Sakura all but ignored Tomoyo.

Tomoyo frowned inside again, this time at herself. It really wasn't like she had said anything worth comment or even asked her a question other than "Daijoubu?" Yet she still couldn't help but feel… left out. Not even when she thanked Eriol for protecting her could she keep from dwelling on her unhappiness. Not even when she apologized for getting him hurt and apologizing yet again when she patted his shoulder as thanks and accidentally touching a deeper injury. Not even when she laughed lightly with him.

"Here you go!" Meiling shouted out enthusiastically, handing the four of them cups of hot cocoa. The night was cold and they were outside in it. Meiling sat down with her own cup after a chorus of thanks made her smile. Though the moon was gaining more confidence and the sun was sinking away, the police still hadn't released them. They believed the culprit was still nearby though there was no evidence left anywhere they could see or search – which they had seen or searched. Sakura expressed her derision towards this belief in a foul mood.

"Do you have evidence that they are wrong?" Meiling asked.

Sakura shook her head, "No hard evidence, but…"

"What is it, Sakura-san?" Eriol encouraged.

"I thought I felt a magical pulse before the glass exploded-"

"I think the term is imploded," Syaoran interrupted.

"Quiet, meanie," Sakura pouted.

Meiling sighed, "Alright, let's get back on track. What does this mean?"

A crack in the air was their answer. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees and the street lamps flickered agitatedly.

Cries of "Are you alright?" filled the air as some adults rushed over to them.

One of them, a police officer, said, "We saw a bolt of lightning fall from the skies, somewhere around here."

"But there're no clouds," someone added ominously.

As soon as the matter was all cleared up – a matter of minutes – the adults went back to trying to find the culprit of the mysterious window shattering.

"They're gone," Meiling announced.

Sakura nodded and carefully opened her bloody palm to reveal an amethyst not unlike the one she found in her bedroom yesterday. The moment it touched the air, it split opened and dissolved, blowing into the air leaving only her bloody palm and the memory of its disappearance.

Another letter was held within:

"To the Card Mistress of the Cards,"

Your title's a bit redundant but you'll have to bear with it for now. That's of little importance, however. The most important thing you should know is… you failed!"

"Yes, that's right, you failed. As the sole protector of this city, you failed. There's no need to worry though; failing one test won't put you out of the running (for what I won't tell). There are many more tests to come, so here are a few tips and advice."

"1) Be more alert.
2) React quicker
.
3) Be ready at all times
.
4) Beware of fire
."

"With regards to your well being (if that is something that can be said). And please, don't think too harshly of me."

"Him again?" Syaoran snarled. "Who does he think he is?"

"Whoever he is, he's confident," Eriol replied.

"Seems just plain childish to me," Tomoyo muttered.

"Whoever he is," Sakura started, echoing Eriol, "he'll be back."

"How do you know he's a he?"

"Hoe?"

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Japanese Translations

Ohayo Gozaimasu – Good morning.

Oishii – Delicious

Otou-san – Father

Megane – Translated as glasses, but it is sometimes used to mean "Four-eyes." (Correct me if I'm wrong.)

Daijoubu? – Are you alright?

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Ending Note: Hai, hai, ruined the ominous note at the end but... I couldn't help it! Compared to some of the chapters before, this is a relatively long chapter. Sorry if you think it was pointless, but character introductions are a bit taxing… Well, hope you enjoyed it!