A/N: Okay, this is a short chapter, and it is almost the last. Yep, I am bringing this story to a close. But look, I updated so many chapters!!!
Chapter 17- Sakura
I kept Syaoran in my arms, and kept murmuring to him how he still had a human side. Then I started as I felt his icy skin become warm. I steped back as a glow began on his skin.
"Syaoran?" I asked with worry. Touya came to take me by the back, just in case anything dangerous was going to happen. It was strange more than dangerous looking. Syaoran had his head tilted back now, and he was glowing with a green light. Was that his aura?!
"Oni-chan do you..."
"Hai."
We watched in awe as Syaoran floated a few feet in the air and dissapeared. I noticed a smile as he did.
"Syaoran?!" I cried. He was gone. Had he died?! I began to shake with sobs. I fell into Touya's arms. How had he died like that? Why?!
A week later...
I had started going back to school again. None of my friends ever remembered Syaoran attacking them. No one remembered Syaoran at all. Except Touya and myself. It was like Syaoran had just been erased from existance. Mabye it was for the better. His soul was free now at least. But I still miss him so much. Even to this day, I have no idea what had caused that to happen. My friends have been concerned because I have been down in the dumps over this thing.
In history class, we had to do a study over another country. I was in a group with Tomoyo, Chiharu, Rika, and Naoko. We had been assigned China. Isn't that strange. I was doing a study alone in the library at the moment, when I found a book on Hong Kong. Just to see what I could about the place where Syaoran had told me he was from, I decided to look through it.
Within a few pages, I found something on a clan by the name of Li. They were a famous family of sorcerors, the book said. There on the second page of the section was a portrait of a boy. He had messy brown hair, and intense amber eyes. Underneath the picture was this:
Li Xiao Lang. Portrait taken at fifteen before his death in 1402. Child of Li Yelan, and unknown father.
I smiled to myself. "Syaoran, Xiao Lang, you were six hundred." I took the book to a copy machine, and put my change into the machine. I made a copy of his portrait. "I can look at you always...before you died and became a child of the night," I murumured to myself.
A/N: I came up with the events in this chapter. All of it came from my mind. ME. No inspiration whatsoever. Anyways, after this there is one left...