Author's Notes: I know that this has nothing to do w/ CCS or my story, but if anyone who reads my fic watches Sailor Moon, maybe you could help me

Author's Notes: I know that this has nothing to do w/ CCS or my story, but if anyone who reads my fic watches Sailor Moon, maybe you could help me. I'm looking for a Midi file of that song that plays when Rini is with Pegasus and some lyrics for it too, preferably in English. I would really appreciate the help, if anyone knows what I'm talking about. Uh . . . not much to say about my story, so just read.

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Disclaimer: Don't own CCS.

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*~* Chapter Eleven *~*

Memories from the Past

The next morning, Sakura slowly awoke, the night's events flooding back to her. She sat up and moaned.

Sakura was honestly afraid to leave the comfort of her room, petrified that the mysterious man would come after her again. She'd been pretty lucky that Syaoran had come along and rescued her, or else she'd be with that guy right now.

Careful not to wake Kero, Sakura got out of bed and dressed, determined to find Syaoran.

She stepped into the hall. Maybe he's in his room. Sakura gently knocked on his door.

No answer.

She softly knocked again. Did something happen to him? Sakura turned the knob cautiously, then stepped inside.

"Syaoran?" she whispered. His room was empty.

Sakura was about leave when something caught her eye. A picture of them sat on his desk. She carefully picked it up. I remember this! Tomoyo took this picture the day before Syaoran left. I can't believe he kept this! I wonder what else he's got . . .

Sakura eyed his dresser and his bookshelf. There was nothing. She frowned. Maybe he's got something under his bed.

She fell to the floor and reached under his bed. "Hmmm, it's so clean under here!" She gasped when her hand brushed something. "A box?"

She pulled a large chest from under the bed. It was made of mahogany with intricate designs on it. "Oh, it's beautiful!"

Sakura groaned- there was an old lock latched onto it.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Sakura whirled around to face the door, her heart racing. It was Mei-lin.

"Oh . . .uh . . ."

"I caught you! Snooping around in Syaoran's room. What are you looking for? A secret of his so you can blackmail him for some cash?"

Sakura shook her head. I need proof that he cares for me the way I care for him . . . "I was just looking for something to write with! My pen is dead . . ."

Mei-lin glared at her suspiciously. She walked over to the desk and pulled back the drawer. She took a pen from it and tossed it at her feet. "Get out."

Sakura lifted an eyebrow. "And what were you doing coming in here?"

"None of your business! I belong in this house, unlike you! So leave now!"

"What are you two doing in here?"

Both of the girls looked up to see Syaoran standing in the doorway.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I've been caught! Sakura shoved the chest back underneath the bed and stood up.

"I . . . just wanted to talk to you!" stammered Sakura.

Syaoran glared at Mei-lin.

"I caught Sakura SNOOPING in your stuff! What are you going to do about THAT?!" Syaoran shook his head. "Not now, Mei-lin," he grumbled.

For the first time, Sakura noticed that Syaoran was very pale. His shoulders were hunched over and there were dark rings under his eyes. In other words, he looked like heck. "Hey, are you okay?" Sakura softly asked, her voice full of concern.

"I'm just tired, that's all."

Sakura nodded, then grabbed Mei-lin's arm. "Let's go."

"Hey, let go of my arm!"

"Wait."

The girls turned around.

"Mei-lin, you can leave, but Sakura, I want you to stay."

Mei-lin turned red with fury. "What? I'm not leaving you here with Kinomoto! Not in a million years!"

Syaoran took hold of his cousin's arm and led her outside of his room. "We'll do something together later, okay?" Once she was in the hall, Syaoran shut the door and locked it behind him.

Mei-lin just sat there with her mouth hanging open. How dare he! How dare SHE! Mei-lin fell to the ground and placed her ear against the door. There won't be any secrets in our marriage!

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Sakura watched Syaoran carefully as he slowly lowered his body onto his bed. She joined him there, brushing a thick lock of his brown hair from his face. "What happened?"

"I had a dream . . ."

Sakura frowned. "What kind?"

"Maybe I should start at the beginning. Why I actually brought you here in the first place." Syaoran told her about his first dream. "So that's why I invited you here- to protect you."

Sakura was silent. So he wouldn't have contacted me if it weren't for that nightmare of his . . .

"This dream was different from the first one. That guy was in it. He was . . . taunting me. And he showed me images of my family being murdered. Everyone! And no matter how had I tried, I couldn't wake up. It was as if he wouldn't LET me wake up."

Sakura nodded. "So you think that he was showing you the future?"

"The future if he has his say in it. You were the only person that wasn't murdered. I guess he doesn't want you dead, which is a good thing."

"What are we going to do?" asked Sakura softly. "I don't want your family to die because of me, Syaoran."

He sat up and looked her straight in the eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"Maybe I should go with him . . ."

Syaoran furiously shook his head. "Do you honestly think that he would leave my family alone once he has you? No way! And it's not like I would really let you go with him."

Sakura nodded. "I just want all of this to end. We've got to figure out who this guy is. Then we could stop him."

Syaoran agreed. But what could they do? "I don't understand . . . he could've taken you to wherever he wanted to by now. I mean, all of those times that he's popped up, he had time to get you."

"Maybe he's waiting for something."

Syaoran frowned. But for what?

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Mei-lin eagerly listened to the conversation between the two in Syaoran's room. She was shocked when Syaoran reveled the contents of his dream, scared when he said that they were all going to die, and anxious when Kinomoto said that she would give herself to the guy. But, no it wasn't to be! Syaoran wanted her here, although she couldn't guess why.

"Maybe he's waiting for something," she heard Kinomoto say.

Mei-lin's eyes widened. She remembered her conversation with Alan the day before.

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"Your jealousy is showing, Mei-lin," snickered Alan. "But don't worry- I've got a plan. You'll have your dear Syaoran. You can be sure of that."

Mei-lin stared at him. He sounded so sure of himself. "What's your plan?" she asked eagerly.

"Tsk, tsk, cousin. No need to worry your pretty little head about that. It's all taken care of. All you have to do is wait until the right moment."

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The right moment! So Alan was this guy they were talking about! But . . . Alan didn't have magic. Or so they all thought.

You're brilliant Alan! She didn't believe that he would ever kill the family- it was just to scare Syaoran into giving up Kinomoto. But this right moment . . . I need to know when it is!

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A few minutes later, Mei-lin, huffing and puffing, knocked on Alan's door. He answered, a look of surprise on his face.

"What do you want?"

"You HAVE to tell me what you're planning! I know who you are, Alan. You're that guy from the ball last night."

He grinned. "And what proof do you have?"

"Uh . . . well . . . you told me . . ." a sweat drop rolled down her head. "Okay, so maybe I was jumping to conclusions! But so what?! You told me that you would give me Syaoran!"

Alan smiled mysteriously. "Yes, I did."

"When?! HOW?! It's driving me crazy!"

"Patience, Mei-lin. You'll have your dear Syaoran." And I'll have everything that should be mine. "Now please, I'm busy. Can you please leave?"

"I will. Just one more thing- do you know who that guy was, then?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. Now bye!" Alan closed the door in her face. He then sat on the floor, staring absently out of his window.

Everything that should have been mine . . . this house, the companies, the land, the fame . . . I'm not supposed to be a no body! Alan closed his eyes, all of his bitter feelings begin to boil. Just because I didn't have magic didn't mean I couldn't lead! And Syaoran . . . his part of the Li Clan should have never come into power . . .

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Alan, at the age of six, stood inside of his room, waiting for his father to return from his battle with his cousin's father. Although he didn't really understand what was happening, he knew that the duel was serious business. He remembered his father's face when he'd heard about the fight.

"Why are you going to fight?" Alan could remember asking.

His father turned to his son. "Someone in the Clan seems to think that I wouldn't be able to make a good leader for the family. The only way I can become the leader id if I defeat this man in battle."

"Who, Dad?"

"Your cousin's father. Syaoran's father."

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And that was the last time I ever saw him. Right before he went to fight! Damn the Clan and their rules . . .If it weren't for them, my dad would still be alive today.

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Alan's door knob slowly turned. He looked up, expecting to see his father standing there. Instead there was his mother, her face streaked with tears.

"Ma, what's wrong?" he asked, running up to her.

"Y-your father is DEAD! He was killed in the battle!"

Alan froze. "Dead?"

She nodded.

Dad . . .

"Come, son. We must go and receive our condolences downstairs."

Alan didn't want to go. He couldn't face those murderers. The people who had sent his father to death. He hated them all! Especially Syaoran . . .

But he took his mother's hand anyway and went into the ballroom. He glared at all of them. Each and every one of them. Alan saw the pity in their eyes, but that didn't make him feel any better. In fact, he despised them even more.

They made their way around the room until they came to Sanori and Syaoran.

Alan's mother stiffened. "Sanori," she said.

She nodded back. "I'm so sorry about your loss. I truly am."

"I don't believe you."

Sanori paled. "Excuse me?"

"I know that you've hated me all of this time. You wanted to be the mistress of the mansion, didn't you?" accused his mother.

Sanori didn't reply.

Meanwhile, Alan stared at Syaoran, who stood there, staring back at him.

"I hate you," he whispered.

No emotion crossed Syaoran's face. "I have nothing to do with this."

Alan glared at him. "YOUR FATHER! HE KILLED MINE! NOW YOU'RE GONNA BE THE LI CALN LEADER AFTER YOUR FAHTER DIES!" he hissed.

Syaoran said nothing.

Alan opened his mouth to speak when Klein, an Elder, stepped forward, clearing his throat loudly. "As all of you know, we have a new Clan leader! Please welcome him!"

People began to clap loudly. Alan growled. The applause for his cousin's father was louder and stronger than that for his own father.

I hate you all! I will have my revenge!

His gaze turned to the arrogant Li Syaoran. And I will start with you.

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A twisted smile grew on Alan's face. Yes, pretty soon he would have his revenge on the whole family.

Author's Note: I just put this chapter in to shed some light on Alan's past, his personality and stuff so that you could see what he's all about. Please R+R and help me out.