Hineko-chan: The last Chapter was way too short
Kayna: *sighs* I know... But I got reviews^_^
Hineko-chan: That's true... So maybe some people like your story....
Kayna: Anyway... You do the disclaimer.
Hineko-chan: Okay... Neither Kayna nor I own CCS
Disclaimer: Clamps owns Card Captor Sakura... Not me... And I promise not to break in and try to steal it... Nor do I have any money so don't sue me... I do however own my character Niya.
Hineko-chan: Getting a bit weird....
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(K/N)= Kayna's notes
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Syaoran-kun Wa Mikan Dewa Arimasen.
Chapter Two
Syaoran looked confused, "What are you doing here?"
Niya released Syaoran, "I live here now... And I came to the Airport to pick up someone for my friend."
Syaoran raised an eyebrow, "Who?"
Niya sighed, "Shoot... I can't remember..."
Syaoran sighed impatiently, "What's your friend's name?"
Niya smiled, "Sakura Kinomoto... Do you know her?"
Syaoran nodded, "I think you were suppose to pick me up..."
Niya scratched the back of her head, "Oh.... Oh yah... So your Syaoran-kun?"
Syaoran nodded, "How come Sakura couldn't make it?"
Niya picked up one of Syaoran's bags, "She's feeling sick."
Syaoran frowned, "Is she okay?"
Niya nodded, "Yup! She's feeling much better her dad just wants her to stay home to make sure."
Syaoran picked up the rest of his bags, "Oh..."
Niya called a taxi for Syaoran and her. Niya looked at the messy brown haired boy. He wasn't smiling, as usual. Finally the taxi arrived and they got in.
Niya looked at Syaoran, "The way you look you'd think this is the saddest day of your life..."
Syaoran looked at Niya, "How come you never called or wrote to me?"
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Lalalala..... *whistles**looks around**runs and hides*
Hineko-chan: Muahaha! Now this is my story!*gets tomatoes thrown at her* Eep! *runs and hides with Kayna*
R+R people! And remember if your gonna flame me don't say "it sucks" "Your story is crappy" or something like that. Tell me what needs to be fixed and please don't do it an angry sort of way.
Kayna: *sighs* I know... But I got reviews^_^
Hineko-chan: That's true... So maybe some people like your story....
Kayna: Anyway... You do the disclaimer.
Hineko-chan: Okay... Neither Kayna nor I own CCS
Disclaimer: Clamps owns Card Captor Sakura... Not me... And I promise not to break in and try to steal it... Nor do I have any money so don't sue me... I do however own my character Niya.
Hineko-chan: Getting a bit weird....
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(K/N)= Kayna's notes
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Syaoran-kun Wa Mikan Dewa Arimasen.
Chapter Two
Syaoran looked confused, "What are you doing here?"
Niya released Syaoran, "I live here now... And I came to the Airport to pick up someone for my friend."
Syaoran raised an eyebrow, "Who?"
Niya sighed, "Shoot... I can't remember..."
Syaoran sighed impatiently, "What's your friend's name?"
Niya smiled, "Sakura Kinomoto... Do you know her?"
Syaoran nodded, "I think you were suppose to pick me up..."
Niya scratched the back of her head, "Oh.... Oh yah... So your Syaoran-kun?"
Syaoran nodded, "How come Sakura couldn't make it?"
Niya picked up one of Syaoran's bags, "She's feeling sick."
Syaoran frowned, "Is she okay?"
Niya nodded, "Yup! She's feeling much better her dad just wants her to stay home to make sure."
Syaoran picked up the rest of his bags, "Oh..."
Niya called a taxi for Syaoran and her. Niya looked at the messy brown haired boy. He wasn't smiling, as usual. Finally the taxi arrived and they got in.
Niya looked at Syaoran, "The way you look you'd think this is the saddest day of your life..."
Syaoran looked at Niya, "How come you never called or wrote to me?"
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Lalalala..... *whistles**looks around**runs and hides*
Hineko-chan: Muahaha! Now this is my story!*gets tomatoes thrown at her* Eep! *runs and hides with Kayna*
R+R people! And remember if your gonna flame me don't say "it sucks" "Your story is crappy" or something like that. Tell me what needs to be fixed and please don't do it an angry sort of way.