A/N: Gah! Uber late update!

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Coming Back

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Syaoran never felt so self-conscious in his whole life. Several pairs of eyes were kept fixed on him as he strutted along the corridor, obviously minding his own business but no! The bloody people won't just leave him alone.

If it's because of that Sakura wench again…

He groaned.

He'll certainly give her a piece of his mind—when he sees her. Oh, yes, she'll be kneeling in front of him—begging for his mercy. He pictured a faceless girl pleading for her sake in front of him. It sent him to a sick, twisted, yet very pleased sense of superiority. He almost laughed out loud.

He conspicuously studied the faces of every idiot that passed by his way with a funny look. Although, he thought wryly, that Tomoyo person had already gain the top of his list of weirdo, insane people. He rolled his eyes when another random person talked to him, walking side by side by him as he quickened his pace.

"Kinomoto-kun," she said urgently. "I have been meaning to ask you if you would help Sakura-chan with her—"

She was cut-off from her speech, however, when Syaoran turned quickly and glared at her intensely. "Who… the fuck… is this Sakura Kinomoto person?" He seethed. "And I am definitely not 'Kinomoto-kun', got it?" He spat.

He left the distressed girl, dumbfounded, as she stared at his back in his wake. He was getting furious. He needed to find the "Sakura" and get her a piece of his mind. Or rather, her blood. He didn't need to give her anything anyway.

She wasn't special to him.

He strolled forth, ignoring the looks he was getting from his fellow peers. He didn't care that he just humiliated that girl in front of them… he didn't even fucking knew them! Seriously, this people just keep on getting weirder and weirder, mistaking him with some 'Kinomoto-kun' git.

It just wasn't normal.

He sniggered when a girl suddenly tripped on her own stupid feet, her stupid auburn hair cascading gently as she fell. Her emerald eyes glittered with shock and befuddlement as she landed on her knees, her face mere inches from his front part of his pants. Her head bobbed as she stood up and fell on her knees again in embarrassment.

"Hoe…" She murmured under her breath. Her cheeks tainted in an innocent pink. Her body shook as she felt herself weakened.

"More like wench…" He rolled his eyes as he helped her up. "Watch where you're going."

"You could've just left me, you know…" She didn't look up to meet his eyes. Humiliated, perhaps.

"But it's against my gentlemanly judgement, you see," he retorted back, quite angrily. How dare she! Not even a simple 'thank you'!

"Fine, thank you then," she spat, her head tilting upwards to glare at him with her emerald eyes.

Well then, that's more like it—wait… emerald eyes?

Syaoran narrowed his eyes at her. "You're that girl…"

"Syaoran…" She whispered in response. Tears started to form in her eyes as she reached out a gentle hand to touch his face. He cringed as she came in contact. "You… you're here." She uttered in disbelief.

He almost rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, and so?"

Sakura almost felt herself weaken at his intense gaze. She… she just couldn't look at him anymore. It hurt her so much. Her recent conversation with Tomoyo and Eriol had pained her so much. Apparently, Eriol had his problems also…

—"What were you just doing?" Tomoyo asked tearfully, her voice came out in a strangled manner.

Eriol regretfully let go of Sakura's waist and looked at Tomoyo with a blank look. "I was just comforting Sakura-chan, Tomoyo." He replied nonchalantly.

Sakura stayed silent as she watched in guilt as Tomoyo sobbed uncontrollably.

"I've always suspected you, Eriol…" Tomoyo stuttered between sniffs. "I knew that you had another… I always knew."

Eriol let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his magnificent navy locks. Sakura resisted the urge to swoon. And then she remembered Syaoran…

"Tomoyo-chan," Sakura murmured. "I—Eriol-kun doesn't have any fault in this… I was crying and he…"

"Sakura-chan," Tomoyo cut her off as she waved a hand in dismiss. "It's alright… I understand."

But she didn't. And neither does Sakura—

It was hard to decipher what Eriol had in mind that time. As Tomoyo left, crying, Eriol stood there, still beside her, looking at her in an intense, caring sort of way. It gave her an involuntary shudder inside. Nobody except Syaoran had given her that kind of look before.

And now, Syaoran was looking at her in an intense yet cold sort of way and it scared her. It actually frightened her that her former lover was thinking of her in heaven knows what way. The inevitable made her shiver in fright. It wasn't right.

They were supposed to live happily ever after.

This was supposed to be the time that he would remember her and snog her senseless and ask her to marry him.

But no, it wasn't.

The question never came because…

"What are you looking at, wench?" He sneered pompously. "If you don't have anything else to say to me… I best be on my way." He turned to leave.

And Sakura didn't move.

She stood there in a still position, her neck tilted in an ardour manner, and it made her seem careless of what was going on around her. As she heard her heart beat match the stride of his footsteps did she found peace.

She closed her eyes leisurely and dropped down on her knees. How ironic, now that she was hurting like before when Syaoran left her, it still was present in her heart. She could still remember the times when they were together, having fun, laughing at whatever delights to their hearts' content.

One remembers yet one lost.

Sakura couldn't take it anymore. Her mind was screaming at her to do something… something to bring him back to her life and make him realize their love for one another. She needed to device a plan… she needed the help of…

Tomoyo.

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Alone he walked down the cold hallways of the school campus. An hour had already passed since he had the privilege to encounter the so-called popular wench Sakura Kinomoto. She was the girl he met the day he had the meeting with the Elders.

And then, a flash of something else flowed in his mind.

A smiling face of a man, spectacles intact with the bridge of his nose as he spoke to him softly. His eyes glimmered with so much care, so much kindness—subsequently, another face appeared, her young face beamed with innocence. Dazzling emerald eyes showed him the very depth of what she felt on that moment. It intimidated him. She was Kinomoto.

He stilled.

Why did he suddenly have a flashback of Sakura?

He hadn't known her before.

And who was that man? He seemed so familiar.

His gaze unwavering as he looked ahead at another vaguely familiar face. Flowing, auburn tresses cascaded down her back as she walked. Her eyes, it was an unusual color, but it kept her personality intact. She seemed to look alike with…

"Ah, Mr. Kinomoto," she said cheerily. "How are you? I haven't seen you in a while."

Syaoran sighed, frustrated. Another crazy woman who had mistaken him as this "Mr. Kinomoto" person. He looked up and stared at her for a moment. Well, she seemed really nice and doesn't deserve to be lashed at. He let out another sigh. He'll play with it her way.

"Oh, yes. It's been a while. I've been doing great, miss…" He looked at her questioningly.

"Forgotten me already, Syaoran?" She laughed. At least she got one name right, he thought. "But anyway, it's Nadeshi—I mean, Nadesico."

Her smile wavered.

It was her false name.

Syaoran would have known. The way she stammered out her name. She was lying. He looked at her with curiosity and mild interest. Who was she then, if she wasn't this Nadesico? And for heaven's sakes, it would seem that the whole school had issues to sort out!

He granted her a small smile, reassuringly. "It's alright, Ms. Nadesico," he stressed out the last two syllables mockingly. "Well, I better go to my next class… which is…" He zoned out.

"Your next class is Literature, Syaoran." She murmured. "Have you forgotten that you shared almost all of your classes with your sister?"

Syaoran looked at her guardedly. Sister? He has a sister? But he doesn't have one! Mother never told him that… who was she? He tried to look sheepish so as to waver the teacher's attention. He needed to ask… now!

"Who exactly is my sister, sensei?" He asked obliviously.

"Why, Sakura Kinomoto, of course!"

Syaoran froze instantly.

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"Sakura."

A voice shook her out of her reverie. It was already lunch and she decided to go to the roof for some fresh air. She was so stressed out that she didn't feel another presence coming over to her.

She whipped her head and she saw Syaoran, standing there with his arms across his chest. He smirked.

"So you're supposed to be my sister, eh?" He asked, an eyebrow arched. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?"

Sakura stood up from her sitting position and stared at him, shocked. "Syaoran, you remember me?"

"Enough," he nodded. "But how about making me remember all about you."

He took a step closer to her.

Her breath hitched.

"It would be a pleasant change from all the others who want to fill me in. I'd rather hear it directly from you." Another step.

She started to breathe heavily. Her heartbeat was racing.

He took another step and another until he was practically in front of her, breathing in her scent. "How intoxicating," he growled. "Now, Sakura, tell me everything."

oOo

End Note: Sequel… or no sequel?