Agent08 Reporting for Duty!

Disclaimer: If I'd owned CCS, then I probably would've started making episodes that were filled with SS fluff in it since day one, up until this very, exact moment! But I'm not. Needless to say, I don't own CCS or any of its characters, so is there really any suing necessary? Yikes!

"..." - talking
italic font - thoughts/exaggerated words
(A/N: ...) - my interruptions
bold font - point of view

Now...on with chapter eleven!

Welcome Home, Syaoran

Sakura -

That was my decision. Leave my hometown after spending only a day there, to go with Syaoran and visit his home. Why? Because I couldn't handle it there with my father and Touya! I felt so ashamed for not making any type of contact with them in so long! The guilt was suffocating me. I knew my father would be disappointed. I didn't want to stay to see him upset. And don't even get me started on Touya. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy.

"You don't have to leave with him!" Touya countered, after my many excuses for not staying home, "I don't see why you just can't stay here with me!" He turned angrily towards Syaoran, the most evil glare there was ever to be seen shot right at him, who surprisingly didn't seem bothered by it, "This is all your fault!"

"What?" I shrieked, dropping whatever piece of clothing I was holding. We were already back at my former house, and packing all our things into our suitcases. Luckily, since we'd only spent one day in Tomoeda, there wasn't a lot to be done. "How is this his fault?"

"He suggested you come with him, didn't he? Who does he think he is, your pimp? Sakura, you don't have to do everything he says! Who cares if you get a fancy room accomodations where your staying at? Just because he's heir to millions of money, that shouldn't be any reason for you to go gallovanting - "

"Once again," Syaoran interrupted, which I thought wasn't very smart of him, "Sakura coming with me back to China has nothing to do with however much money I'm heir to. And secondly, as much as I know you'd hate to believe it, it was Sakura's idea to - "

"Come with him to China." I finished for him.

Touya looked at me stunned. His jaw was so close to the ground I was surprised he hadn't broken anything. He had to blink many times, which was an extremely rare thing for him to do, before answering, "Your idea? YOUR IDEA? Sakura, what's gotten into you?"

I sighed, hoping Touya would try to understand, "Nothing hasn't gotten into me, Touya. Just please try to understand...I can't spend my Spring Break here anymore - "

"Why not?" He asked furiously.

"It's hard to explain...maybe one day I'll be able to, but just not now. And I don't want to spend the entire Spring Break alone at the dorm, even though I know you'd rather have me doing that than spending it with Syaoran back in China. But please try and believe me when I say that I won't do anything that's against your dumb rules. No boys, no parties, no breathing, etc."

Touya smiled at my sarcasm which I knew and hoped he would. "Well..." he began after a while, just as Syaoran's cell phone began to ring again. He excused himself quietly and answered the phone in a far corner of the room, "I guess if you're not breathing, you won't have very much time to hang out with boys..."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you for understanding," I said.

He wiped his cheek, disgusted, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

My smile grew brighter. Touya sure does have his moments.

xxxxxx

Touya drove us to a different part of the airport, listening to Syaoran's instructions, which surprisingly enough, he did without complaint. Instead of going to book our flight and waiting at a gate for the plane to arrive, we went to the back of the airport, where there was a large, vast, green field where planes were scattered everywhere with passengers boarding and/or getting off.

"Why are we here again?" Touya asked, parking the car.

"Just got news from my mother back at the house that there aren't any flights to China until tomorrow."

"Which means...?" I said, my curiousity growing with every second.

Syaoran shrugged, "She's bringing in her own plane."

My eyes widened, and even though I knew he would never admit it, Touya was certainly impressed, "She has her own plane? That is so cool!" I said, looking at Syaoran as if he was someone to be adored. I rolled my eyes as he shrugged, trying to act all cool, calm and collected, as if owning your own private plane was no big deal.

After just a few minutes of waiting, we spotted a black dot in the sky. With Syaoran's instructions, we took huge steps backwards, and watched as the plane landed gracefully a top the grass, a large amount of feet away from us. I was certainly okay with that, even though we had to drag our luggage all the way to the plane. The further we are from a landing plane, the safer.

Touya began to lug our suitcases out of the car. "Leave it," Syaoran said simply, walking towards the plane. Touya gave him a questioning look, "Just leave it," he repeated, taking my elbow and pulling me towards the plane. Touya followed behind us, "The others will handle it. Don't worry."

When we had finally reached the plane, my eyes took the shape of two large coins. The plane was beautiful! It was completely jet black, with the exception of two violet streaks going halfway across the side of the plane, and a Chinese symbol painted on ever so neatly. It looked as if it was polished every day, which it probably was.

The door of the plane was thrown open, and a small set of stairs were placed underneath it by an old, wise looking man with round spectacles on. He had silver hair and plenty of wrinkles, which didn't really make him look old, but quite adorable. Kind of like a sweet grandfather. I watched as he slowly and gracefully walked down the steps, and greeted Syaoran with a hand shake.

"Master Li," he said, shaking Syaoran's hand with glee, "So great to see you again."

Syaoran beamed back at him, "You too, Wei!" He pulled me forwards, introducing me to the man that I kind of already knew. Syaoran had told me about him when I was interviewing him for our English Essay, "This is Sakura Kinomoto, by the way," he said. I stuck out my hand and he took it gently.

"It's so nice to meet you," I said.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, in a tone so soft and charming I would've loved to have a butler like him, but then again, who wouldn't? "She must be the lady that is accompanying you then, am I not correct, Master Li?" Syaoran nodded, a slight smile on his face. Wei turned to me, "You never told me I'd be in the presence of such an astonishingly beautiful lady,"

My cheeks flushed, and I couldn't seem to find my voice. Wei was certainly a nice man. I introduced him to Touya. Wei worked his magic on him too, and without a doubt, even though he'd only just met him then, he certainly trusted Wei to take care of me in China. "If there is any trouble at all, I'll be sure to call you with the phone number you've given me." Wei assured, "And if you have any concerns, please feel free to call us," Wei handed him a tiny piece of paper.

"I certainly will," Touya replied, pocketing the paper.

Then I saw two men who I didn't notice come out of the plane come lumbering towards us, our suitcases in their arms. I turned to Touya, whose eyes seemed to glaze over with sadness. I gave him the nicest look I could give, "I guess this is it. I'll miss you, Touya." I hugged him, and he hugged back.

"I'll miss you too," he whispered back.

He and Syaoran shook hands, and I could've sworn I saw Syaoran's jaw lock into place. If I knew Touya, he was probably trying to crush his hand. But when it came to Wei, he was very gentle, and said goodbye to him properly. "I'll call you when I get there," I said, suddenly remembering my father, "And please be sure to tell daddy that I'll miss him."

"I will,"

And so, we boarded on yet another plane, except this time the only ones on it were Syaoran, Wei, servants, the two pilots, and me. When I took a seat on the amazingly soft cushions of the plane, I was handed a menu from a female stuardist, who told me that she'd get me anything I wished, and would be back in a few minutes to get our orders.

I was so stunned. The things on here would cost a fortune if we were in a restaraunt! And I was getting all of this for free! What on earth was this? A five star hotel? Because it certainly seemed like it. I was surprised to see Syaoran turn his menu away and say he wasn't hungry. I wasn't either, but with just one look at the food on the menu, I became as hungry as a pig!

Syaoran smiled uneasily at me. I could tell he was embarassed, but what on earth could he be embarassed about? Being treated like a Prince, which he basically was? I thought about it, and yeah, being pampered and taken care of like you were a three year old could be kind of embarassing. But I could really care less. There was strawberry ice cream with cherries and chocolate fudge on top and a wide, flat screen TV calling my name.

xxxxxx

"Excuse me, Master Li, Miss Kinomoto," a petite looking lady with black hair pulled into a bun said, using a tone so soft and sugar coated I could've gotten diabetes, "The plane will be landing shortly. To ensure your safety, will you please put on your seatbelts?" She scrunched her eyes and knows tightly while smiling, trying to cause the effect of pure sweetness. A little too sweet, if you ask me.

"Not a problem," Syaoran answered, pulling on his own seatbelt, not at all bothered by the fakeness of the stuardist. He kept his eyes straight forward and drummed his fingers lightly against his thighs, his right foot tapping the floor of the plane impatiently. What was the matter with him?

It seemed that I had failed to notice that Syaoran was acting strangely during the entire flight. He hadn't eaten a single thing, all he really did was stare out the window, work on the english essay, and read a book. That was all I really noticed of him, seeing as how I was too busy pigging out on junk food and watching the currently playing movie on the screen before us, which by the way was totally cheesy.

The only time we ever spoke was when I was bugging him about how rich he was, and how he should be making the most of the millions of money he's got, or to make snide remarks about the corny-as-ever film I was watching, or to try and sneak a peek at the essay he was writing on the laptop. I would always complain, saying that it's about me, I should get to see it. He'd always just reply saying, "You'll see it when I want you too,"

After about the hundredth time, I finally just gave up and told him, "Fine. The minute I start writing my essay on you, don't expect to see anything from me!" Usually, knowing the both of us and how our messed up and pointless arguments always start, he would've said something equally as immature back to me, but instead, he shrugged and said that was fine.

There was definitely something wrong, "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, nothing," he answered quickly, turning his head in my direction for the first time since I gave up on trying to see the essay, "I'm just...a little nervous."

My jaw dropped, not in a surprised sort of way, but in a...satisfied sort of way. "Oh! What's this we have here? Syaoran, NERVOUS because he has to go back home? Ohohoho, think of all the things I could say!" I heard him groan and sink deep into his seat, which only made me want to laugh very hard.

"Well don't be," I said, my tone of voice high and very girlish, "this is your home, right? You'll see your sisters, your mom, possibly some old friends. You have nothing to worry about!"

"Hey," he said, in a mock-angry voice, "at least when I said that to you, I was actually trying to help."

I giggled and punched him on the arm, "Well, just because I was making fun of you doesn't mean I didn't mean what I said. Take your own advice, Syaoran. You have nothing to be worried about. I mean, I made it back home okay, didn't I?"

"Yeah," Syaoran said, staring at me hard. I felt a faint colour of pink creep onto my cheeks, "But you left."

Before I could answer, a voice came on the speakers, "Master Li, Miss Kinomoto, the plane has now safely landed." That same stuardist with the diabetic voice came strutting towards us, and I had to use all the strength there was inside of me to look away from Syaoran. I looked up at her, as if she'd insulted me in a very rude and personal way.

"Yes?" I said, annoyed, when she hadn't said anything.

She acted as if my tone of voice didn't bother her, "Once having arrived at the airport, Wei will wait with you by the limosine and will not do anything further until he is given instructions from your mother."

Syaoran stood up, leaving me far behind him. As he did so, he said, "That's something that's never happened before,"

Still, as though that fake smile of hers could not be removed off of her bright face, she nodded lightly, and watched as the both of us walked down and off of the airplane, the same big men carrying our luggage behind us. I did not bother walking beside Syaoran. I still couldn't seem to shake the memory of him looking hard into my own eyes from my head.

xxxxxx

We walked out of the airport, and onto the busy sidewalk. I was now walking beside Syaoran, but certainly not facing him nor talking to him. Wei was just brightly smiling, walking infront of the both of us, as if he couldn't sense the tension for himself. And come on, Wei seemed like a pretty bright guy, I'm sure he could've noticed whether or not Syaoran and I weren't speaking.

Once again, and not for the last time, my eyes grew round and large. I would be doing that a lot. The limosine before me was also completely jet black, sparkling with such a shine that it could've blinded me. I couldn't wait to see what it was like inside, because I'd never been in a limosine before that time. Syaoran however, was speaking quietly to Wei beside me.

"This is just like mom," he said, shaking his head in disapproval at the big black limosine, "why did she have to send in a limosine? She could've just let us take a taxi to wherever she wants to meet us. I thought I told her I wanted to be subtle?"

I certainly didn't mind however. This "living the high life" thing was pretty interesting to me.

After what hearing Syaoran said, Wei could only just smile and reply, "She only wants her son riding in the best," Syaoran made a noise which sounded like a, "Pfffff." I had to hold in a laugh, because I was still not prepared for the moment of when he would look at me again.

Wei's cellphone began to ring, and he quickly picked it up. He answered "Yes," so many times I couldn't count. After hanging up the phone, he turned to us and explained that we would be meeting Syaoran's mom at the mansion.

This time, I just couldn't hold it in, "Mansion? A mansion? I actually get to go to the place where you lived when you were a kid? The way you talked about it in the interview - it sounded huge! Now I get to see for myself. Oh man, this is going to be - "

Syaoran smacked himself on the forehead, "Absolutely horrible." Wei opened the limosine door for us and me, being the only lady, got to go inside first. I sank in comfortably into the leather seats. I could've taken a nap right then and there! They were so comfortable!

"Wei!" Syaoran said, after getting inside the limosine himself, and Wei did also, "I thought mom said we were going to stay at a hotel? I told her I didn't want to go back to the mansion!"

"Master Syaoran," Wei answered in a gentle, calm voice, "how would she be able to enjoy your stay here in China if you were not living in your original home with her, and your sisters?"

Syaoran's eyes widened for the first time that day, "My sisters? My sisters are home? But I thought - I thought Fanren and Sheifa were on their honeymoons! And Feimei was on a business trip in Canada! And - and Fuutie is supposed to be... I don't know! Somewhere! I can't keep track of where all of them go!"

Wei laughed softly. "They all came back for your homecoming."

Syaoran groaned and covered his face with his hands. I couldn't help but smirk. I finally would get to meet the four famous Li sisters Syaoran talked about in the interview. The apparent "Romantics" - romance and fanatics - best of both worlds. And the great matchmakers, as most people would call them.

"And," Wei continued, patting Syaoran lightly on the back, "when they heard you were bringing a girl back," he looked at me with sweet smile, "they just couldn't refuse to see you talking with a girl that wasn't Meiling." Meiling... I knew her also! She was Syaoran's former fiance! "Did I also forget to mention - Miss Meiling will be joining us also?"

Syaoran could only sink lower into his seat.

Oh yes, this would be interesting indeed. I couldn't wait.

xxxxxx

We arrived shorty, in no doubt, the biggest house I had ever seen. Though from the outside, it looked dangerous, unwelcoming and scary almost, I couldn't help but feel this weird sense of belonging in there. Most probably because Syaoran and everyone inside the mansion were direct descendants of Clow Reed himself.

There were statues of the weirdest things I couldn't even identify perched on the freshly cut grass. The colour of it was a shade between black and silver, I couldn't really tell. It was as if the house was carved out of stone. It almost kind of reminded me of the current colour of my aura.

I heard Syaoran sigh deeply beside me. Taking in a large, silent breath of courage, I placed my hand firmly on his shoulder. I felt him relax just a little, unlike how I had tensed when he had done that to me. "It's okay," I said, my eyes not once moving from his face. He didn't do me the courtesy of looking back at me, but I was perfectly fine with that.

My gaze moved towards the also silver doorknob, and Syaoran's pale hand resting on top of it. I heard Wei come walking up behind us. I could tell he was watching the both of us very intently, to see what we do. So, me, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, placed my hand on top of his, and gripped it tightly.

"Ready?" Wei asked.

Syaoran sighed once more and looked from me to Wei. I smiled reassuringly -

Whoa. Only Tomoyo ever got me to do that. "Ready as I'll ever be," Syaoran answered.

So, our hands moving in unison, twisted the doorknob to the right, and pushed the door open. We were greeted with a disturbing silence. We walked through the door, Wei trailing along behind us. The only thing we heard were our footsteps, but stopped walking, at the foot of a long, winding stair case. And suddenly, we heard another pair of footsteps, a pair that was none of ours.

They were coming from the top of the steps, slowly and confidently. Syaoran stood straighter, and tensed his spine. His gaze could not be removed from the steps. Seconds later, a pair of black high heels appeared. As they placed themselves ever so gently onto each step, leading their way towards us, the form of the famous Yelan Li began to take shape.

Slowly, after the feet, it was the bottom of her beautiful red kimono. Golden flowers were embroidered along the side of it. Two, fragile hands placed one on top of the other, held firmly at the front of her navel. And then, what I had been waiting to see - her face.

There were only so many things I could see carved into her perfectly calm and neutral face. She was pale, and yet from where I stood, it seemed as though she had the softest and most delicate skin. Her eyes were not just brown, but charcoal, almost. I was stunned, and there I stood, rooted to the ground.

Beauty, power, confidence, grace and other emotions that I could not even begin to detect, all carved into the beautiful and attractive face of the elegant Yelan Li.

She said nothing, and did not even look at me nor Wei. She only continued to walk down the remaining steps at an even, slow pace, directly towards Syaoran. She stared calmly into his amber eyes, which without a doubt, he had inherited from his father. She was an inch or two taller than him, but that did not seem to bother Syaoran. He stood just as sturdy as ever, gazing deeply and confidently into his mother's eyes.

"Xiao-Lang," she said, in a tone so soft, so deep I couldn't help but agree at how much it strongly matched with her appearance. She placed her hands on both his shoulders, and leaned in slightly. I watched as she kissed him lightly on the cheek, leaving a faint colour of pink where her lips had touched him.

"Hello, mother," Syaoran replied. She smiled slightly.

After nodding politely towards Wei, she turned to me. I didn't dare speak. I didn't know whether or not I was allowed to speak before her - would I have to wait to say anything until she spoke to me first? Or could I just speak to her normally? I doubted it. Yelan Li wasn't just like an ordinary girlfriend that you could talk regularily to.

She looked at me up and down, sizing me up. My eyes darted from side to side, and onto the floor. Then, unexpectedly, her index finger was placed cautiously underneath my chin, raising it up so that I was looking at her directly in the eye. I saw a quick twinkle flash in her eyes, and before I knew it, a strong, green glow erupted from her, surrounding her entire figure.

My entire body tensed, and I felt Syaoran do so also. Her smile grew only wider, if not brighter. I wondered why she was letting her aura out. I wished she would stop. But she did not. I could only clench my jaw, and keep my back as straight as a ruler.

"Mother," Syaoran said, still facing forward while his mother was still looking at me, "Is that really necessary?"

She did not answer. Instead, she let the green glow fade from behind her, and I slowly began to relax. Syaoran did not seem to. Still staring, her eyes moved to the base of my neck, where a tiny lump was covered from behind my shirt. Slowly, she took hold of the string that was around my neck and pulled it upward, revealing the miniature version of my pink staff.

"So nice to finally meet you, Card Mistress," she finally said, bowing.

I looked to Syaoran desperately, while her head was still bowed down. What should I have done? No one had ever bowed to me before - especially not someone as powerful and mighty as Yelan Li! So there I stood, staring in shock as she raised her head slowly back into it's original place.

"I..." I began lamely, "I prefer Sakura, but you can call me that if you want..."

She smiled once more, and turned swiftly on her heel, "Come," she instructed. Not hesitating even a second to obey, Syaoran and I followed her up the winding steps she had just recently climbed down, only to be lead into what I would later find out to be called their living room, though it certainly did not look like one -

More like a ball room!

There were comfortable looking sofas and arm chairs scattered everywhere in the room, placed on top of a golden rug that had such beautiful and intricate designs on them. At the far end of the room was a fire place that was not burning, and yet, there was such a glow and warmth inside the enormous room that you would've thought there was.

At one end of the room was a group of girls, giggling and talking without taking any breaths. Syaoran hesitated to go in the room, but with the instructions of his mother, he obeyed reluctantly. He slowly brought his hand up to his head and scratched, while the other was shoved deep inside his pocket. He obviously didn't know what to do with them.

"Hello, sisters," he greeted, standing a certain amount of feet away from the four girls. Almost immediately the stopped talking, and turned to look at Syaoran. Within an instant, all of them broke out into a massive sound of noise, giggling, squealing, shrieking, you name it. So quick for me to even realize, they had sprinted towards him and started pulling at his clothes and pinching his cheeks.

I stood from afar, enjoying seeing Syaoran squirm for the first time in like - ever.

"Little brother, little brother!" They repeated, with the continuous pinching of his cheeks, "What are you wearing? You look so different! Are you doing good in school? You better not have trudged all the way over to Japan for nothing..." On and on they questioned him. I smirked. And I thought my family was embarrassing?

"Girls," Yelan said, through the loudness of it all. Just as quickly as they had gotten all over Syaoran, they stopped and turned to look at their mother, who was now standing directly infront of me. "We have a guest, remember?" She stepped to the side to reveal my now shaking body.

I giggled nervously. "H - Hi..." I waved a trembling hand at them.

Before I could even register what was going on, all of the girls were now pinching me and my cheeks, poking at my clothes and playing with my hair. While doing so, they talked to Syaoran, who was rubbing the parts of his body of which they poked quite feverishly.

"Oh, little brother," they chimed, "she's so pretty! How could you ever have gotten a girl as pretty as this to come home with you? How long have you two been dating? She is your girlfriend, right? Well of course, she is! What girl can resist that little brother of ours?"

"Guys..." Syaoran said, a light shade of pink creeping onto his cheeks. I know they weren't from all the pinching his sisters did, "She's...not my girlfriend."

"What?" They all said in unison, "How can that be?"

"She's just...not." He replied.

They looked sadly at me, "Oh, well, that's just too bad. We would have loved it if you were dating our little brother," one of them said, I didn't know which one. Syaoran didn't tell me which one was which yet. "What's your name, anyway?" They asked.

"S - Sakura Kinomoto," I said, waving at them once more.

They all giggled. "Sakura...Sakura Kinomoto. Your name means cherry blossom, no?"

"Er..." I looked at Syaoran. Did his sisters always act this weird? "Yes, yes it does."

"Such a pretty name. It certainly fits you,"

"Th - thank you,"

"Come now, ladies," Yelan said, gesturing towards the many sofas, "Let us take a seat and get settled. It's only noon, so I've just sent a maid to get our lunch. Shall we get acquainted?" She asked pleasantly, leading the way onto the soft golden rug and taking a seat on the biggest, and no doubt the comfiest seat in the room.

When we were all seated onto a sofa, me beside Syaoran, two maids came bustling in, each holding a large tray with tiny sandwhiches and teacups on it. They set it down on the slightly large coffee table and left the room quickly, as if not wanting to be in the presence of any of us.

After the maids had left the room, a tall girl with silky black pig tails entered. She had fierce red eyes and a face that was very pretty indeed. I heard Syaoran gasp quietly beside me, and he stood up abruptly. Once having caught sight of Syaoran, the girl let out a large shriek, just like his sisters, and ran up to him, giving him a large bear hug.

"Oh, Xiao-Lang!" She said, her arms wrapped so tightly around his neck I could've sworn I saw some purple on his cheeks, "It's been so long! Thank goodness your mother persuaded you to come back home!"

Unlike what they had done to me, all four of Syaoran's sisters only continued to sip on their tea and bit their sandwhiches. One of them rolled their eyes. "Hello, Meiling," one of them said in monotone, without even looking at her. The girl, who I now knew was Meiling, did not answer but only continued to bear hug Syaoran.

Once she finished, she walked up to Yelan and bowed her head. Yelan smiled and bowed back. "I heard Xiao-Lang was bringing in a guest?" She asked, taking a seat for herself. I choked on my tea, once having heard my label called as "The Guest," which I didn't really mind, because afterall, I was.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Sakura Kinomoto. I'm Syaoran's - er - Xiao-Lang's roommate back at college,"

"You are, are you?" She eyed me suspiciously, and sized me up just as Yelan had. The suspricious look in her eyes soon faded and was replaced with a glimmer, and she smiled brightly at me, "Hi!" She said, in an approving voice, "I'm Meiling Li. Xiao-Lang's cousin."

I shook her hand, "Oh yes, I know. Syaoran and I are doing essays about each other for our English Class. He told me all about you."

"Syaoran...?" She said, in a wondering voice, "Oh, oh yes! That's what you must call him in Japan... Aww, Xiao-Lang, did you really tell her about me? That's so sweet and thoughtful of you!" She hugged him tightly around the neck once more.

"Well, Auntie Yelan," she continued, after successfully almost causing Syaoran to die of limited air, "I thought that if Xiao-Lang was allowed bringing a guest, I could too?"

Yelan nodded, "We have more than enough rooms in the mansion."

"Great!" Meiling said, walking over to the door, "I brought two, if that's okay. Eriol and his girlfriend."

My head snapped to her direction, and I stood up so abruptly that I almost spilled my tea, "Eriol? Eriol...Hiirigazawa?"

"Yes," Meiling replied, "He's another cousin of ours. Do you know him?"

I could not speak, but only stand there, my mouth slightly ajar. Syaoran spoke instead, as if not seeing my strange actions, "Oh, so we finally get to meet Eriol's famous girlfriend, hmm? It's about time, too..."

In through the door came two new guests. A young, good looking man with navy blue hair wearing a pair of large round glasses. A smile was plastered onto his face, as if knowing what was going to happen next. From behind him, a stout young lady with hair colour quite similar to the man's came walking in, her eyes goggling at everything. And that's when I saw it - those amethyst eyes.

Tomoyo Daidouji and Eriol Hiirgizawa joining us for the rest of Spring Break?

Oh, hell yes, this was going to be interesting.

Syaoran stood up, the same surprised look on his face. "Tomoyo?" We both said in unison. Tomoyo's head turned and saw Syaoran and I standing, with five other women standing behind us. Within a milisecond, she had the same expression on her face as we did.

"Sakura?" She squeaked, looking at me square in the eye, "Syaoran?"

And then it was Tomoyo's turn to break out into a noise of deafening shrieks. She screamed in happiness, sprinting towards me and taking hold of my shoulders. While she was screaming and jumping, I was grinning and jumping, still so shocked to process the fact that my best friend was going to be spending the rest of Spring Break with me, unlike how we planned it!

And before I even knew it, we began the ritual conversation that we had last said when she came back from Canada, "Good time?" She asked me, grinning like mad.

"Okay," I replied. She gave me a questioning look, and I replied with a look of my very own, which basically told her that I'd tell her everything later.

"Great guys?" I gave her that same look. Sure, there were great guys. I ran into my cheating ex-boyfriend. Her smile faltered a little. She knew something went wrong.

"Awesome food?" She asked, obvious desperation in her voice.

"Tomoyo..." I said, linking arms with her and taking a seat on the couch, "I was home with a boy he had never heard of at the house. And he was cooking."

She gasped. We both knew that if there was any boy at all at the dinner table that wasn't part of our family or that wasn't approved by Touya himself, and he was doing all the cooking, then the food was bound to taste bitter and cardboard like. Thankfully he never puts his customers through that kind of thing at the restaraunt. If he did, then it wouldn't be that famous. And thankfully I was too busy talking that one night we spent there to even notice the taste.

"You know each other?" Yelan questioned, raising a thin eyebrow.

"Yes, we do," Tomoyo answered, bowing down low. "My name is Tomoyo Daidouji, and I'm Eriol's girlfriend. I'm so glad that I finally get to meet his...extended family," she said, wondering what else there was to say after "his." I glanced over at Syaoran, who was now also sitting down but still in minor shock. He was gaping so oddly at the two of us that he resembled a goldfish.

"All this time you've been dating my roommate's best friend!" Syaoran exclaimed in an accusatory voice directed to Eriol, who was smirking the entire time and leaning against the arm of one of the sofas.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

"You knew this was going to happen?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course I did. When Tomoyo told me over the phone about you having a new roommate that you didn't like very much, I knew it almost instantly. The way she described him, I mean. Strange dark brown hair that couldn't seem to lie flat, a kind of mysterious, modest guy. Who certainly wasn't Japanese. His name certainly helped, though." He added, still smirking.

"You said I was a mysterious modest guy?" Syaoran asked her, sounding quite flattered.

"Of course she did," I said, disguising the sudden twinge of anger I felt rise up in my stomach, "If Eriol asked, I could've told you that!" Why was I so angry about whether or not some other girl commented Syaoran? I really couldn't care less...really! And anyway, Tomoyo was only telling the truth, and she already has a boyfriend! Afterall, Syaoran really is mysterious, modest, good looking...

Stop! Why on earth was I thinking that? Syaoran, you mind-stalker - GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

"Oh, she's just as pretty as that Sakura one," I heard the four sisters saying behind their hands, "I love the colour of her eyes...I think I'll get contact lenses that have that colour. I can't believe Eriol snagged a girl like that. She's obviously very sweet, just like Syaoran's girlfriend..." Both our cheeks flushed. They were horrible at whispering - even Syaoran heard!

"Guys, stop it," he said, just as embarrassed as I was, "she's not my girlfriend, for the last time..."

Tomoyo narrowed her eyes at me sneakily, sharing with me one of those best friend looks that the other could immediately tell of what they were trying to say, "Not for long," I knew she was trying to say. I nudged her in the ribs, shaking my head miserably at her. She could only just laugh. That's what best friends always do, right? Laugh while the other one gets annoyed out of their minds by the fact that their best friend won't stay out of their love life...

"Come," Yelan said, stretching out her arms and standing straight, "All our guests must get settled. Xiao-Lang, Miss Kinomoto, Meiling, Miss Daidouji, Eriol - your luggage has already been brought up, I expect. Once you have unpacked and done whatever else you feel you need to do - please meet us in the dining hall where we will begin our dinner,"

We all stood up and filed out of the room.

And oh, what an interesting dinner that would be.

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