A/N: I totally forgot that I still had one last chapter to put up for this fic. I'd like to thank for Jack of the Void for dropping me a review and reminding me of this story. They asked me an interesting question regarding the whole Sakura receiving Syaoran's heart for keeping until the final decision was made and since I couldn't answer them view PM, I figured I'd leave a reply here. They said ' since the Clone seems to understand Syaoran's emotions when he has the heart, would Sakura then understand Syaoran's emotion when she receives it as well? I have to admit, I
didn't exactly understand who she chose in the end, either.' The way I see it, I think that the clone's emotions were his own. It was only Syaoran's heart that helped him sort of tap into these emotions but the emotions that the clone felt were something that existed inside him since the beginning. The connection he had to them was cut off when Syaoran got his heart back so to answer your question, Sakura won't be able to understand what R. Syaoran feels either even if she does carry his heart inside her. As for who she chose, it becomes quite clear in the first paragraph of this chapter so I won't be saying that here. ;) This started out as a 'what if' thing after a discussion with one of my friends and then the bunnies got wild and then they evolved into a complete story but I'm glad you enjoyed it all the same. If you have fun reading about how characters struggle in difficult scenarios and how they deal with difficult situations, I think you might enjoy reading my other story 'Broken'. You can check out the summary on my profile. Feel free to browse through the rest of my stuff as well. ; ) ;) in case you are wondering, yes, I do tend to advertise shamelessly at times. xD''

"Sakura." He heard his own voice call her name from the other side of the cave.

"Kid," Kurogane was crouching next to him, concern, regret and pity plastered all over his features and he closed his eyes to avoid looking at the man's face. Something warm and wet spilled down his cheeks, shocking him to the core. Ever since he had given his heart away, he had not been able to shed a single tear but now as the princess had given his heart to another, he found himself crying. Pain shot through his body, making him want to curl in on himself as he struggled to draw in another choked breath.

"Sa-kura…" he murmured, hearing footsteps approach him.

"Syaoran-kun… I'm sorry." He forced himself to open his eyes just as she sat down next to him, her pretty face, glistening with tears in the light that bounced off a shallow pool of water near him.

"Don't be…" He coughed weakly, shaking his head a little as the world spun around him in circles. "Hime."

"Manju, call the witch." Kurogane was ordering gruffly, "He's dying."

"No," he rasped, oddly reminded of the time when the ninja had tried to save Fai's life. "Don't… don't call Yuuko-san."

"Kid," the ninja growled advancing towards him in an almost predatory manner before he was stopped by Fai. He found himself smiling a little as the blond shook his head at the red-eyed man and the other stilled.

"The heart won't stay with him for long, if…" he gulped, "I'm alive."

His Clone's face was painted with regret and misery though he caught a hint of gratitude there as well. He was made for her. Of course he'd be happy to be reunited with her.

Syaoran struggled to keep a bitter smile from forming on his lips as he looked back at the princess. His Sakura… no… His Sakura. She was not his anymore. He probably lost the chance to have her when he turned back time.

'The price to save her life,' the Time-Space Witch's words echoed distantly inside his head, 'is your relationship with the Princess.'

He now knew the question had been directed towards him just as much as it had been towards his copy. Of course, he was the one to pay to complete price for it for he was the one that had broken the taboo. He reached out towards her with numbing fingers, smiling a little when her warms hands grasped his own.

"I know you gave him the heart," he drew in a shuddering breath, "and I wish you both a happy life… I know I lost you the day I hesitated to take your hand but… but…" he inhaled shakily, choking a little on a cough that bubbled up his throat, "before I die… can I at least have one last kiss?"

"… of course, Syaoran-kun." The addition of that suffix to his name stung a lot more than the sword that had pierced his stomach. Her soft lips were pressing against his own before he could gasp out another request to be called by just his name. Only a moment later, the princess had drawn away and the bitter smile he had been fighting so hard to keep at bay finally made its appearance.

"You're too cruel… hime-sama." Shock flashed across her face at his words, just as darkness began encroaching the edges of his vision again, "A kiss… something meant just for me… that was all I asked for… but that would be breaking the terms of my price… to save your life, wouldn't it? It's okay… it's not your fault you can't grant me that final wish… it's all mine."

Her tears were warm, almost scalding against his skin as he blinked, struggling to keep her face in his blurry line of sight. It was a lost cause as all he could see was a vague mix of flesh, jade, pink and auburn.

"I don't blame… any of you for what happened to me…" he murmured, giving up on trying to make out Sakura's face in the dull world around him, "not hime-sama, not Kurogane-san, Mokona or Fai-san… Not even my other self… I tried to win you back… but I guess… you didn't want me."

He was fading away, he knew it. He was so cold. So tired. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest. He had lost. He had failed. The journey that had started fourteen years ago, was drawing to a close now. Not because the destination had been reached but because the traveler, the traveler had lost the will to carry on.

In an unnamed world, far, far away from home, surrounded by people who never truly thought of him as a person worthy of their time of the day, Li Syaoran closed his eyes and breathed his last breath, never to move, never to speak again.

A/N: I'm thinking about doing an epilogue for this story featuring how Syaoran's death would affect what is left of the group though this was supposed to be the end of story itself. The epilogue mainly depends on whether you guys want one or not so drop me a review and lemme know.