Disclaimer: "Cardcaptor Sakura" and all related characters belong to Clamp.
Author's Notes: So glad that I finish my History test. Now a bit more free to work on this fanfic. But seriously, you will have realised that the interaction between Sakura and Syaoran won't come as much as till later. So be patient with me.
"Good! Yes! Watch out for the opponent's move!" Wei shouted into the arena as Syaoran swung himself around the platform, inflicting force onto the wooden blocks while dodging the turning sticks that could hit him.
A sudden, sharp ring pierced through the air, and Syaoran dropped his guard. "Good work! Just keep within this standard and the competition would be of no problem for you." Wei smiled.
Syaoran nodded, as he dabbed his forehead with a face towel. "What time is it?"
"Six-thirty, Sir. You better dress up soon so that you can get back home in time for dinner."
Syaoran grabbed his duffel bag and stuffed his belonging in. "Let's go then."
"Syaoran!" A girl's voice travelled through the air-conditioned room, from the direction of the exit.
"Meiling? What are you doing here? I thought you should be home right now, after visiting Kinomoto at her house."
"Yes, I was at her place." Meiling joined up with Syaoran, walking alongside with him, with Wei following behind. "But I came over to meet you, so that we can go home together. After all, Kinomoto stays a few blocks away from here."
"But lessons ended at 12 noon. Don't tell me you were there for five hours?"
Meiling nodded. "It was interesting to watch her sew the kimono. I asked her to make one for me, after I get the materials."
"Is that all you do?" Syaoran sighed.
"Well, no, not exactly. We talk over tea and I told her about the International Understanding Night. After we finish tea, she just asked me a question about integration and I spend the rest of the afternoon tutoring her. See, I am a nice girl." Meiling chuckled.
Syaoran remained silent as he continued walking in the direction leading to his home. It must be difficult for her to catch up.
"Syaoran, are you listening?" Meiling quipped.
"Eh… I am sorry. What were you saying?"
"As I was saying," Meiling repeated, her hands resting upon her hips, "Kinomoto is really lousy with Maths. Maybe we should help her, since you are really good at the subject."
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Sakura lay down on her bed, staring straight onto the pale yellow ceiling. So much has happened within the few days in Hong Kong. At least, the people here aren't as bad as I have assumed, like Meiling-chan and Li-kun.
She gently rolled to her side, lifting her right leg that was in a cast with much caution. Her eyes caught sight of the rag doll that Tomoyo had made for her and Tomoyo's words rung through her mind.
"How do I feel towards him?" Sakura mouthed as she rolled gently to face the ceiling again. She shrugged her shoulders, "As a friend would, I guess."
Author's Notes (again): The reason for me to say that Sakura claims that her feelings for Syaoran were that of a friend is because of the fact that she can't place her feelings yet. She definitely has no ideas to how she is feeling now, but will understand them in the later part. I keep saying the later part so I hope you won't mind becos I am trying to balance myself with the many things I am doing, and that includes this fanfic.