~Ok, this is my first Fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh on me!!
Oh! I DO NOT OWN CARD CAPTORS, THE FILTHY RICH, I MEAN THE NICE PEOPLE FROM CLAMP DO!~

PS!! I'm writing this like the series ended after the first season, the Clow Card shows. I havn't got to see much otherwise. I'll tell you that I'm a Card Captor deprived white girl who is obcessed with them and pissed at the silly people running the shows in America because they're skipping out on everything and not showing all the episodes. Grrrrrrr. I want Syaoran to beat them up. I'm workin with originality here, so don't be mad and my characters have changed a bit, I thought they needed to be a bit more out of the ordinary. J And I put this at Pg-13 because I said shit, I don't know the rules for cussing, so I'll be safe.

CardCaptors: A New Threat to Face
By: Nerd917

Early Tuesday Morning

The sun shined brightly through the clean window of Syaoran's bedroom
where he still lay in the same position as he had the night before
when he keeled over.

(Dream starts)
*Sakura stands on one side of a bridge facing Syaoran who's on the
other. "Sakura?" "Oh, Syaoran, I've been waiting for you." The two
run in slow motion to eachother where Sakura falls into Syaoran's arms
and their lips meet and the two kiss.*
(End dream)

"SYAORAN!!!! What in Kami's name are you doing?" Meiling stood in his
doorway watching the tired form of Syaoran stiffen as he fully woke,
woke to find his pillow in his arms with his face pressed into it.

"Are you KISSING your pillow?!?! Really Syaoran, I'm always here if
you're feeling out of practice." Meiling said with a grin, knowing
that Syaoran would take this to be more than the joke she meant.

"No, no it's not what you think. Ah… um…. I was just checking to make
sure it was soft enough… haha… see? I didn't want my pillow to be
uncomfortable at camp." Syaoran stuttered as he continued to press
his head into the pillow with a nervous laugh, hoping that Meiling
would be dense enough to fall for his coverup.

Meiling knew he was lieing but just went along and acted stupid
saying, "Well okay Syaoran, but think about the kissing practice,
oh, but you don't have time, Wei is waiting for you outside so you
two can leave and I'm sure you'll get enough going to a CO-ED camp."

"WHAT?! WEI IS OUTSIDE? WE'RE LEAVING NOW?! SHIT!!"

"Yes, don't you remember you're mother telling you that you're leaving
today to fly to Japan and stay in a hotel near the camp tonight then
drive there tomorrow morning." Meiling said with a calm expression on
her face, but her eyes glittering with amusement.

"SHE SAID THA …. HEY!! How do you know what she said when we were
talking?" Syaoran looked at her with suspicion.

"It's my job to know everything and if I didn't, I wouldn't be
Li Meiling Rae." She said with a proud smile painted on her face. "Now
I don't see any suitcases, so we better hurry up and pack for you."

As she said this, she walked over to his cabinet, opened the mahogany
doors and pulled out a large suitcase. Syaoran got up and off his bed
and walked over to a set of drawers and started pulling pants and
shorts out and stuffing them in his suitcase while Meiling was
grabbing an assortment of shirts and throwing them in with his pants.
When Syaoran was satisfied with his pile of pants, he ran into his
bathroom and grabbed his toiletries, like his toothbrush and
toothpaste, haibrush, even if it didn't do much for his unruly brown
hair, his soap and some towels, carried them out, and shoved them in
a side pocket. By that time Meiling was at another set of drawers and
commented on something she was holding.

"Syaoran, I didn't know you wore boxers that had little wolves on
them." Giggling at her find.

Syaoran scowled at her and suggested that she go tell Wei that he
would be down in a moment. He wanted this time to get a few more
personal items like his underware, even though she had already invaded
that privacy, but also his picture of Sakura, a bear Sakura had given
him and a few other momentos. He had just finished folding some formal
wear (the one thing he did fold) and putting that in the suitcase
when Meiling came back in.

"You need to hurry or you'll miss your flight."

"Okay, all done, I think I have everything." After saying this, he
instinctivly took his hand to his neck to check for his pendant,
finding it nestled in its usual spot on his throat. Doing this, he
grabbed up his suitcase and ran out of the room, brushing past Meiling
and down the stairs to the door. When he stepped out, a servant took
his suitcase from him and put it in trunk of the limo.

"Took you long enough." His mother scolded. "I almost thought you
hadn't packed, but you wouldn't be that irresponsible." She said with
a glint in her eye.

"Sorry ma-ma, I was just checking to make sure I had everything."

"Well then you better go. I'll see you in 2 weeks and have fun, but
remember what we talked about . . . "

She was cut off by a chorus of goodbyes coming from Syaoran's four
sisters.

"Have fun Syaoran."

"We'll miss you."

And so on as he climbed in the limo. Only one sister, Li Fanren came
up to his door and said, "Safe journey to you little brother, enjoy
yourself." And she backed away with a smile letting Meiling replace
her.

"You better come back here, Syaoran. If you leave us, I'll make it my
job to come and find you." She playfully threatened.

"Of course Meiling. Goodbye everyone. See you soon."

The car pulled away and Syaoran leaned his head back against the
headrest. Soon after, he was asleep again, exhausted from the rapid
packing. The next thing he knew, Wei was shaking him to wake up, that
they'd arrived at the Hong Kong National Airport. They gave a clerk
his bags, flashed his ticket and were on the plane. Travel was easy
when you were a member of a well reknowned family such as the Li Clan.

The plane was boarded quickly without them being bothered because of
a curtain that separated them from the rest of the plane. There was
only one other person in their compartment, a boy about Syaoran's age,
maybe a bit older, or maybe he just looked older because of his height
and large muscles. He also was American, but spoke fluently telling
Syaoran that he was Timothy Barton. His father had a job in Hong Kong,
so he could speak Contonese, but could also speak Japanese after
signing up for a camp in Japan. It turned out that Timothy and Syaoran
were in the same boat, going to the same hotel, then the same camp the
next morning. Throughout the entire time, Syaoran had kept his mouth
shut and stoicly looked at Timothy, not really wanting to be involved
in a conversation, and definitly not make him think they were friends.

Neither noticed how the time flew by and just as Timothy said to
Syaoran, "Do you know how long this flight is?" they touched down.
A jolt of excitement ran through Syaoran as he realized he was in
Japan, so close to Sakura.

"Master Syaoran, we must go to our car now and be on our way." Wei
announced. Syaoran and Wei got up and walked off the plane with
Timothy close behind.

Once off, Tim said to Syaoran. "I guess I'll see you at the hotel
later."

"Right."

"Bye." Tim turned and walked in another direction as Syaoran picked
up his bag and followed Wei to the limo waiting for them outside.

"Well, Master, it looks as if you've already made a new friend. Your
mother will be pleased. Maybe you will be in the same cabin as him at
camp."

"Friend? Sure Wei. I'm not really interested in making friends. I'm
only here because mother said." Syaoran said in a placid tone.

Wei just sighed and shook his head.

The limo ride was quick and soon they were carrying their bags up the
steps of a classy hotel. Syaoran had already decided to stay in his
room all aftrenoon and night if at all possible and avoid Timothy
permenantly.

They were checked in and their bags were carried up to their rooms
for them by two burly men. As they walked into their marvelous suites,
Syaoran looked at it like it was a dump and commented rudely, "It's
not as big as my room." Wei tipped the men and closed the door.

"Master, if you need anything, come and get me. I shall be in the
next room." And he moved through the conjoining door.

Syaoran sat down on the bed and went into another of his zoned modes
in which he once again ended up falling asleep, but right before he
did, he dreamed that he felt her pink aura.

*If only* he thought *If only.*



An: Good Lord! That took FOREVER! And it's not even very long. Ah well,
so is the life of a writer. This is hard! How does the MOUSE (my fave
author) write 20 2,000 word chapters, and they're so good! Everyone
should read her story, Dimensions. Thank you to all the people
reviewing. I know things in my story are a little out of whack, but
I'm workin on it. And thanks for not bein harsh on your reviews.
Ya'll are AWESOME! Sorry this is coming along so slowly. I'm trying!
OH! Sorry if anyone just read this in the last 5 min., the copy/paste
got messed up!