When I wrote this fanfiction years ago, I had a special contest wherein I would name one of the characters after some of my readers. And I remember that the one who won was ELFIN KNIGHT for guessing correctly. If you're still out there, reading this, congratulations again. Haha. I was asking who was in the car and she guessed right so the naming rights go to her. (I had hoped she was a boy but she was a girl. Too bad.) To my new readers, who do you think was in the car? HAHA.

I just remembered that little piece of information. Sorry. Hahaha. Read on, now.

Disclaimer: CLAMP owns Card Captor Sakura.

Chapter Twenty

Sakura sulked at the back of the car as they drove to Tomoyo's house. She was ignoring Eriol and Tomoyo who were in front, whispering to each other.

Eriol nudged Tomoyo on the arm when he saw that Sakura wasn't looking at the rearview mirror. "What's up with Saku?"

Tomoyo giggled. "She thought you were him."

Eriol screwed up his face. "I did explain, 'Moyo…"

Tomoyo nodded. "I know that. She knows that. But she sort of… I don't know… I don't think she can deal with seeing him right now… She's almost over him now." Tomoyo explained to him in a hushed whisper. Sakura was too busy sulking at the window, sitting at the very edge of the seat.

Tomoyo bit her lip in amusement. She felt a little guilty laughing at the expense of her best friend. But she admits that Sakura is a bit funny, acting disgusted because she was riding inside Syaoran's car.

They arrived at Tomoyo's in strained silence. Tomoyo could se Eriol squirming in his seat as he drove fast. She was pretty sure that he was getting ready for his speech to apologize to Sakura. Surely enough, when they stopped at the driveway, Eriol threw the door of his car open and rushed in front of Sakura who was still looking very much irritated.

"SAKURA! I AM SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" Eriol grabbed Sakura by the shoulders. Even the maids waiting and Tomoyo's bodyguards who came to meet them stared.

Sakura looked at Eriol with wide eyes.

"I am so sorry that I didn't tell you that I would bring…" Eriol gulped, "his car but it's just that… I had to get my own car fixed since the air-con is shot." He explained. He looked at Sakura hopefully.

Sakura bit her lip. "What are you saying?"

"The car…" Eriol pointed at the red McLaren gleaming.

Tomoyo was laughing silently in one side.

"I don't mind really."

Eriol raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I mind. But it's better this way. If I hate him, rather… try to hate him, I won't be that…" her voice trailed off, at a loss for words.

Eriol let her go and scuffed his sneakers at the ground. "You hate him now?"

Sakura nodded cheerfully. "Yeah. He was a jerk for being so perfect and for making me fall in love with him."

Eriol smiled at her. "Explain."

"If you hate people, you don't care. If you keep on hating them, it's like they don't exist." Sakura shrugged.

Eriol nodded as he gave Tomoyo a glance. "Well… that's one way to deal with it."

Sakura sighed and left them both as she entered the house, swinging her bag from her shoulder. "Next topic please. Tomoyo, let's get this modeling over with!" she called out to them.

Tomoyo gave Eriol a swift kiss on the cheek before he got in the car again. "Get Sakura ice cream. Or anything with strawberries." She whispered.

She hurried off after Sakura who was already going up in her room. When she caught up with her best friend, Sakura gave her a smile. "I didn't know Eriol could be so hilarious."

Tomoyo nodded in agreement. "He said it's because he met me."

Sakura raised her eyebrow. "That's probably true."

Tomoyo slapped her playfully across the arm. "Hey… I get that from you."

Sakura shrugged again as she hitched her backpack higher. "I get it from Touya."

"Touya's a freak."

"I know, I live with him." Sakura said as they entered Tomoyo's bedroom. She sat down on a couch near the television as she massaged her shoulders.

"When is he coming home anyway?" Tomoyo asked her as she opened her wardrobe door and took out several dresses in crisp white folding.

"He said he'll be here this week? Though he's not really sure when." Sakura told Tomoyo. She stood up and walked towards her best friend to help her remove the new clothes out of the folding.

"Well, I hope he'll be here just in time for the Christmas festival. Yukito and Touya can watch my fashion show!" Tomoyo said excitedly as she clapped her hands together. She was referring to the Christmas Festival their school was holding in time for the holidays.

Sakura rolled her eyes at her friend. "I think Touya will get a little bit mad at me for this."

Tomoyo scowled. "He won't after he's seen you in these perfect dresses I made especially for you!"

Sakura stopped in her tracks. "Dresses…" she gulped. "I don't like… wear… dresses…" she hissed.

Tomoyo shrugged. "You already said you'll model them for me. No more backing out now."

Sakura began to back away from Tomoyo as she took several steps backward. Tomoyo put her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. "Don't you dare try to run away from me, Sakura Kinomoto."

Sakura glared. "You should have said I'll be modeling dresses!"

Tomoyo rolled her eyes and took out one ensemble. "This isn't a dress." She held up a pink and frilly blouse with a miniskirt at the bottom.

Sakura glared at her even more. "IT'S A SKIRT!" she pointed out.

Tomoyo sighed as she put down the clothes. "Sakura… Don't be so hard now."

Sakura stuck out her tongue. Before she could open the door behind her and escape the evil clutches of Tomoyo's mind, the door flung open and she almost fell backwards.

"TOMOYO! SAKURA! WE'RE HEEEEEEEEEERE!" several girly voices erupted.

Sakura slowly turned around to see several of her classmates, holding up deadly weapons. Her jaw fell open at the battalion ready to kill her.

Chiharu was in front with Rika. Chiharu had several bulging make-up bags hanging from her arm. Rika, on the other hand, was holding several brushes. Sakura could see the nasty nose of a hairdryer sticking out of her backpack. The other girls behind them held similar things.

Sakura squeaked as Chiharu and Rika held her by the arms and took her back to Tomoyo who was looking at her with a deadly smile.

"You can't escape now, Sakura." Tomoyo whispered in her ear as one of their classmates locked the door.

AAA

Eriol balanced the huge tubs of ice cream in his arms as he followed one of Tomoyo's maids downstairs. Tomoyo texted him while in the store to get more food. He wondered if three gallons of strawberry ice cream was enough for two girls. He immediately thought of Sakura who was titled as Kaiju.

He followed the maid through several corridors and was instructed to enter the double doors beyond. It must seem that they were underground.

What he saw surprised him. He had to hold on to the three tubs of ice cream securely even though his hands were already numb from the cold.

Several girls were walking hurriedly past him. The long and spacious hallway was brightly lit with spotlights and several professional-looking photographers taking pictures of Tomoyo's friends in very pretty costumes.

Eriol didn't know where to head since he couldn't find Tomoyo. He felt relieved when he heard a shout.

"SAKURA! STOP SQUIRMING OR I'LL PIN YOUR ASS TO THIS SKIRT!"

Eriol bit his lip and weaved himself to get to his girlfriend who was adjusting the skirt length on a very sullen Sakura.

"This is the third skirt I'm modeling Tomoyo. Chiharu is wearing pants! And Rika has leggings! Why can't I wear those things instead?!" Sakura moaned.

Eriol looked them over as Tomoyo eagerly fixed Sakura's skirt, hitching the hem two inches higher. Sakura moaned even more.

Eriol put the ice cream on a table and gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey, Baby. Hey, Sakura."

Sakura looked at him and gave him a desperate look. "Eriol… Please strap your girlfriend to a chair…"

Tomoyo giggled while Eriol laughed. "You look very good." He said as a consolation.

Sakura rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. "I don't need a dress to figure that one out." She said confidently. "OW!" she yelped as she glared at Tomoyo who feigned innocence.

"I wouldn't have pricked you if you weren't squirming." Tomoyo said nonchalantly.

Sakura groaned. "This is the last I'll be modeling. I don't like having my pictures taken." She said.

Tomoyo shook her head. "No way. You still have those." She pointed to a clothes rack stuffed with clothes in plastic bags.

Even Eriol's jaw dropped. "All of them?"

Tomoyo nodded and so did Sakura. "This is only the third one." She said sadly.

Eriol laughed openly. "I'm glad I'm not modeling for Tomoyo."

The moment he said that, Sakura's eyes lit up and she exchanged a look with Tomoyo.

Eriol backed away from them, taking two steps. "Hey… I'm familiar with that look."

Tomoyo, who had released Sakura, advanced on him. Their faces were in identical 'innocent' looks.

"What look?" Sakura asked him in a sweet voice.

Eriol held up his hands, surrendering. "I got ice cream…" he said weakly.

Tomoyo pursed her lips at him. "Baby… You love me don't you?"

Eriol nodded his head slowly. "I do but…"

"But?" Sakura pressed on.

Before Eriol could completely get away, Tomoyo held him by the left arm and Sakura was on the right. They steered him to an empty cubicle where Tomoyo handed him male clothes.

Before closing the door, Sakura gave him an evil grin. "If I can't get out of this… Might as well have a friend to help me out."

Eriol gave her a fearful look as he clutched the clothes in his arms, wondering how he got himself into this.

AAA

Sakura looked out the window. They were speeding through the cars as Eriol drove Sakura home. Tomoyo, who was sitting beside him on the front seat, was rambling on how much Sakura would look good in the Christmas Festival. She was too tired to be disgusted by the leather seats of Syaoran's car or to take notice that she was actually sitting on it.

Sakura didn't listen to Tomoyo's long rambling about her. After being forced into several clothes, she was further pissed off when the photographers made her shape her body into contorting poses. Being a cheerleader and a gymnast didn't help her tired muscles as she forced herself to smile. If she didn't, Tomoyo would make her do it again.

She bit her lip as she stretched her arms in front of her and yawned widely.

"You could take a nap, Sakura. This traffic might take a while." Eriol told her tiredly. Sakura nodded at him on the rearview mirror and closed her eyes.

She was woken up by Tomoyo. Sakura looked at her watch blearily. She was shocked to find that it was nearly 12pm. She remembered the grueling torture she received at Tomoyo's and she dreaded the next day since they had another practice.

As if being a model for half a day wasn't enough torture. But having pictures of everything made it extra intolerable. She never really liked dressing up. Tomoyo was the one always excited about dresses and other girly stuff. Having an overprotective big brother to monitor your clothes and looks took its toll on her.

Sakura stepped out of the car and walked towards the driveway, being accompanied by Eriol who was carrying her bag and Tomoyo waving from the car. "Bye, Sakura! Thank you for today!"

Sakura nodded weakly at Tomoyo and looked at Eriol who was equally tired as her. He glared at her. "You're right… Being Tomoyo's mannequin is really hard…"

Sakura giggled softly as they reached the front door. Sakura rummaged in her bag for the keys while Eriol held it up. Sighing in relief as she found it, she turned to the door to insert it into the lock. But before she can do it, the door flew open and there were two tall shadows in the doorway.

Sakura screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Tomoyo, who was in the car, screamed with her. Eriol took Sakura by the arm as they took several steps backward and scrambled to get back inside the car.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, SAKURA KINOMOTO! IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT!"

Sakura stopped in her tracks and so did Eriol. Tomoyo whimpered in the car. "I think… It's…"

"Touya! Don't be so loud… You'll wake up the neighbors. You even scared Sakura!" scolded a soft voice from behind the first light. "No wonder, it's so dark I'll get the lights."

After a few seconds, the lights in the hallway opened and Touya, along with Yukito, appeared at the doorway.

Sakura, Eriol and Tomoyo watched in stunned silence.

"It's not my fault she's not at home on time! She might have been on a date, you know! And who the hell goes home at 12 on a school night?!" retorted Touya angrily at Yukito. Yukito elbowed his way from behind Touya and held his arms out to Sakura.

"Sorry for scaring you, Sakura. You're brother has evolved into a Kaiju." He said with his usual cheerful smile.

Sakura stared at the two tall men in front of her. Her mouth was open in shock, all traces of sleep gone. She took one step towards him and ran the rest of the way into Yukito's arms. "Yukito!" she squealed. She heard Touya grunt from the doorway. She inhaled Yukito's smell, familiar.

"When did you arrive?" Sakura asked both of them as she gave Touya a hug next.

Touya rolled his eyes. "Ignoring my first question."

Sakura pouted up at him. "Mou, Touya. Didn't you miss me?"

Touya shrugged and ignored her comment. He looked over Sakura's head and waved at Tomoyo and Eriol.

"Hey, Tomoyo. Thanks for taking care of this brat. And tell me about Sakura's most recent love life." He joked.

Sakura stomped on his foot. The three of them waved goodbye to Tomoyo and Eriol who left already since it was late and Eriol was tired.

Yukito led the siblings together inside the house. He locked the door behind him and waited for the bomb to explode.

"TELL ME, SAKURA. WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?" Touya was saying sternly as Sakura removed her shoes.

"I was from Tomoyo's… I was modeling for her for the Christmas Festival." She exhaled.

Touya crossed his arms and still stared at Sakura.

"That's it!" Sakura said.

Yukito was on the sofa, looking at magazines casually. He wasn't listening to Touya or Sakura argue.

"Wait… Did you say… Model?" Touya said skeptically.

Sakura glared at him. "Don't you dare make fun of it."

Touya shrugged.

"I think Sakura makes a great model." Yukito piped up from the sofa.

Sakura grinned triumphantly at Touya.

Touya wasn't convinced. "You say this is going to be in the Christmas Festival?"

Sakura nodded as she sat down and massaged her feet. They were tired from all the high heels she wore for Tomoyo.

"Then… There'll be lots of people…" Touya was saying.

Sakura almost laughed. She knows where this conversation is leading. "You can come. Yukito too." She said cheerfully. Yukito smiled at her from his sofa. He looked like a little child in blue and white pajamas dotted with brown bears. Touya was wearing striped pajamas and his feet were in his blue slippers.

"Fine. I'll bring my gun." Touya said sarcastically.

Yukito nodded. "I'll bring the handcuffs."

Sakura laughed at both of them when she was disturbed by a loud yawn.

Touya came over and gave her a kiss on top of the head. Sakura looked at him. "Why are you being nice all of a sudden?"

"I missed you." He said tonelessly. Yukito was smiling at both of them.

"I thought you weren't going to admit it." Sakura smiled. She stood on her toes and kissed Touya on the cheek. She bounced to Yukito and kissed him too. She then announced that she was going to bed.

"Goodnight, everyone!" she said. Touya and Yukito just nodded as they both turned to the television and watched the late-night news.

Sakura went up to her bedroom and changed immediately into her pajamas, feeling tired yet excited. She was very happy that Touya and Yukito were back. At least, she doesn't have to spend her nights alone in the house. She would have less time to think about Syaoran and his freaking red car.

AAA

Syaoran drummed his fingers impatiently on the arm of his chair when he suddenly felt the plane turn around. He thought it was just a misunderstanding but he opened his eyes and saw that the plane was descending. He stood up immediately in agitation and increasing anger as he paced to and fro.

The seatbelt's sign lit up in front of him and he grudgingly went back to his seat. He strapped himself in and waited for several minutes as the plane touched down and stopped inside the hangar.

Syaoran threw the belt aside and stomped to the planes door. He pushed the button ad waited for the stairs to descend. He hurried down the steps, looking very much annoyed and irritated. The caretakers in the hangar knew very well not to go near him.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw two limousines waiting for him. He recognized the several bodyguards stationed everywhere.

Mei Lin got out of one limousine, looking much shaken. He nodded at her. Mei Lin looked at him fearfully and apologetically. He just stared at the other car, waiting for the dreaded person to come out.

When she did, the entire bodyguard stiffened up even more. Syaoran could feel the very tension in the air. He suddenly found it hard to breathe and his body wouldn't move as he looked back at Yelan.

He could see that she wasn't very happy. Her face was colder than normal.

Syaoran tensed as he waited for his mother to speak first. She was walking towards him hurriedly, as if she had another meeting after this confrontation.

"Syaoran! What is the meaning of this?!" his mother hissed.

Syaoran looked at Mei Lin who was crying silently.

"You cannot break off your engagement to Mei Lin! It is the Elders' decision!" she continued. She stopped in front of him and slapped Syaoran across the face.

He was stunned. He could see Mei Lin crying more. He stared back at the cold hard face of his mother.

"I did not break it." He said through gritted teeth. His face stung in anger and his mother's clap was kind of expected.

"Aunt Ye-" Mei Lin started to speak from a few yards away.

Yelan raised her hand in anger, telling Mei Lin to stop speaking.

"I did not raise you up to be like this! Think about the inheritance! Tradition must not be broken!" his mother pressed on.

Syaoran almost wanted to laugh. "Raise me up? I could count the times you appeared during my childhood, Mom."

Yelan stiffened in anger. "How dare you talk back?"

Syaoran held his breath as he tried to control himself.

"You are going to do exactly what I say." His mother prodded his chest with her finger. He kept still. "You are coming back with me right now and you will never see Japan again. You and Mei Lin will get married in two weeks time and there is nothing you can do about it!"

His mother turned around and walked off. When she sensed that Syaoran wasn't following, she stopped. "Syaoran Li! You get inside this car right now!"

Syaoran stared at his mother's retreating form. He matched the icy glare of Yelan. "I am not coming with you."

"What did you say?" his mother said softly. She signaled to her bodyguards and they advanced on Syaoran. Mei Lin was pushed inside the limousine despite her struggles.

"Touch me, and you will never touch anything again." Syaoran threatened the advancing bodyguards. His deadly voice emanated and spread throughout the room. The bodyguards looked at Yelan fearfully as they retreated away from Syaoran. They knew Syaoran's skill as a fighter was greater than their own.

"Do not make me disinherit you." Yelan threatened him back.

Syaoran looked at his mother and felt anger surging through his surface. He felt his bubble burst. "WHY SHOULD I FOLLOW YOU?" he yelled.

Yelan looked affronted. It was the first time Syaoran has disobeyed her. "Because I am your mother." She said.

"You never were." Syaoran said as he balled hid hands to fists and blinked back tears. "You're more of a mother to Mei Lin than to me."

"I care for you, Syaoran." She said simply.

Syaoran looked up at the high ceiling of the hangar. The silence was deafening. He was sure that he will not follow his mother's orders this time. "Then why won't you listen to what I want?" he said, his voice broken. He kept his stare upwards.

He heard his mother sigh. "What is it that you want?"

He looked at his mother and his expression softened. "Mei Lin doesn't want to get married to me. I wasn't the one who broke it off. I tried my hardest to hold on. I ignored my feelings."

His mother was still staring at her. He felt vulnerable. It was the first time he has talked to his mother like this.

"I want to go back to Japan. My whole life is there. I know you and Dad didn't marry for love. But I am not like you. I will not marry without that feeling. The girl I love isn't here in Hong Kong. Mei Lin understands that. This will be the first and only thing I'll be asking from you."

He watched as his mother held the bridge of her nose and looked down at the floor. Syaoran waited with bated breath for his mother's answer.

Yelan sighed loudly. Everything was tenser than before. Even the bodyguards were listening intently.

"But the inheritance… The Elders will surely disinherit you if you break tradition…" Yelan said exasperatedly.

Syaoran didn't say anything.

"I'll explain to them… Tradition states that if the woman breaks off the engagement, it can be honored." Mei Lin said loudly. Syaoran looked at her gratefully. He didn't notice that she was already out of the car.

Yean turned around and held out her arms to Mei Lin. Mei Lin hurried and buried her face in her aunt's chest. "Syaoran… He is a very good person. I am glad to have been appointed as his wife even though it wasn't meant to be. He's taken care of me. But not as a wife." She sobbed into Yelan's clothes. Yelan didn't say anything as she stroked Mei Lin's hair.

Syaoran felt tears fall on his face. He knew that now, there was already hope.

Suddenly, Yelan looked up and bade Syaoran to come near. He took the steps slowly and carefully. When he was right in front of her, she hugged him tight.

"I have always loved you, Syaoran. I am your mother and that will never change."

Syaoran just nodded at the immense happiness now filling him like a drug. He was speechless.

"Now go to Japan. Make sure you bring that girl back. Mei Lin and I will deal with the elders." She held her son's face and kissed him on the forehead. "You have my blessing…"

At a loss for words, Syaoran just nodded and quickly hugged Mei Lin goodbye. He got back inside the plane and strapped himself back on his chair. Nothing can match the happiness he could feel.

He looked out the window and barely heard Mei Lin wave at him goodbye as the plane lurched forward back outside the runway.

He closed his eyes as the plane rose slowly and gathered speed. He still couldn't believe what just happened.

AAA

Sakura yawned widely. Her head was floating and everything seemed fuzzy and hazy. Her teacher droned on and on about using letters in numbers. She already knew Algebra and she could just afford to…

Something was tickling her at the back of the neck. Sakura turned her head to the opposite side. She felt so comfortable in her position… She must go back to sleep. Damn that tickling sensation.

"SAKURA!" someone bellowed at her ear. She sat up straight immediately. She looked around to see her classmates all with their camera phones pointing at her direction.

"OYE! STOP THAT!" she squealed. She buried her face in her arms again.

"It must be great being an honor student. Having the teacher let you sleep all throughout the lesson. If it was me, I would have a bump on the head right now." Sakura heard Rika say.

Her head whipped up. "The lesson is over?!"

Tomoyo nodded at her. "School is over, Sakura. Cleaning is done too. Mr. Kurogane stopped by because our teacher told him you were sleeping. He said to just wake you up when we're about to leave since you looked really tired these past few days."

Sakura banged her head on the table. Chiharu tried to stop her.

"I'll take you home, Sakura." Tomoyo said.

Sakura shook her head at her best friend. "I'm sorry, Tomoyo. But I'm not really feeling well. Can I miss practice for now?" She was referring to the modeling practices she's been attending for the past two weeks. The Christmas Festival was already three days away.

Tomoyo nodded and checked her forehead. "You're not really hot. But you're a bit warm. Okay then."

"But wait, if Sakura is not feeling well, who'll go home with her?" Chiharu asked them.

"I'll do it!" Rika said.

Sakura shook her head. "Nah… I don't want to bother you, guys. I'll just call Yukito or Touya. I'll be fine."

Tomoyo pursed her lips. "Fine then. Call him now and let's go downstairs."

They all took their coats from their lockers and changed back their shoes. Sakura was busy talking to Touya.

"Just come and get me or else I'll get one of my guy classmates to take me home." Sakura threatened Touya.

"I'LL BE THERE IN FIVE MINUTES. DON'T YOU DARE MOVE!" with that, Touya clicked off.

"Well, will he come and get you then?" Tomoyo asked as she wrapped her scarf around her neck.

Sakura nodded as she took her gloves from her coat pocket and put them on. "He says he'll be here in five minutes. There's no need to wait for me."

Rika and Chiharu got inside the waiting limousine to get to Tomoyo's mansion where hey would be continuing with the practices. Tomoyo was getting in the car when she asked Sakura again. "Will you be fine by yourself?"

Sakura nodded and smiled at Tomoyo. "Of course."

"Okay then. See you tomorrow! Call me when you get home, okay?" Tomoyo waved goodbye and her limousine sped off.

Sakura remained standing in the same place. Her head was floating again. It must have been from lack of sleep. She scuffed the snow on the ground with her boot. The school sounds so silent and so creepy at this time of the day. It was already getting a bit dark since nights are longer during winter.

Sakura rubbed her hands together and breathed on them. The cold was beginning to get unbearable. She wished she had taken Tomoyo's offer. But Tomoyo had modeling practice to deal with at home. She wondered when Touya will come.

She was looking straight ahead, at the school gates when she felt a weird prickling at the back of her neck again. She stiffened for a bit. Chills ran up and down her spine as she assessed the situation. She felt like someone was watching her.

Pretty sure that there was someone indeed spying on her, she turned around suddenly and looked around at every bush and corner. There was nothing…

Sakura pulled her hat down and covered half of her face as she backed into a wall until she could feel something solid and hard behind her. She rubbed her hands together and peered at the gate to see if Touya was coming any second.

The chills running up and down her back were getting more persistent. She was having goose bumps not from the cold but from the fear that someone was watching her.

Just then, she heard her phone ring. She swore softly under her breath and took it, her teeth slightly chattering in the rapidly decreasing temperature.

"Hai?"

"Oye, Kaiju. I can't go. My professor-"

"HEY TOUYA! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE! IT'S FREAKING COLD!" Sakura yelped. "AND IT'S GETTING DARK! WHAT IF I GET KIDNAPPED OR RAPED?!"

"Your face enough is a weapon." Touya sneered at her.

"Hey, Touya! I'm not kidding!" Before she could say anything else, her phone beeped once and was dead. Sakura stomped the hard ground with her foot. "Darn it. What a nice timing."

She put her phone back in her bag and put her hands in her pocket, trying to get warm. She ignored the prickling at the back of her neck as she hurried off to the gate and turned around at the corner.

She walked fast as she tried hard to ignore the stabbing glares at her back. She was already nervous and was scared out of her wits.

It was already dark and a light snow was already falling. She met several people on the way but the cold had them wearing thick clothes that she couldn't see their faces She felt as if someone was following her but whenever she turned around, there was no one in sight.

She came upon a shortcut down a dark and windowless alley about a hundred meters long. She stopped at the entrance, unsure of whether to continue or not.

She stood there for several seconds when she jumped in fright as someone behind her mentioned her name.

"I finally found you, Sakura."

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