The sun hit Chiaki's eyes, making her turn over. As it continued to reflect upon her, she moaned and sat up. Her muscles protested, stiff and sore from her cramped position. She slowly made her way outside.

The day was dewy and cold, from the previous night's rainfall. She yawned. Chiaki hated getting up in the morning. She stretched, then started out with a brisk pace, going somewhere, but yet nowhere she could recall.

She reached a shrine. Stepping inside, she was immediately spotted by a caretaker, hired from the nearby college.

"Hey you, get out!"

Chiaki ran out, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. There was no kindness here, as she had imagined. She could not go back, to that hateful orphanage. There was nothing left.

She started out again, this time running. She was a surprisingly good runner, for all the training she had received.

She was headed in a direction towards something. A tall tower. From which no one would survive a fall.

Sitting down outside the tower, she waited for nightfall.

Syaoran headed down the road with Wei, towards an apartment block. Once inside, he sat on his bed.

Why had he come here?

He had no idea. Just that he must come to Japan, if it was the last thing he did.

"I'm going out, Wei-san!"

"Fine, Li-sama. Be back before nightfall!"

Syaoran headed down the street at a run, watching the people as he went by. He looked down at the paper he was holding. A few Chinese characters were there, the symbols for 'moon' and 'shrine'. His prophecy had told about them. Now he was determined to find this moon shrine.

Arriving in front of a moon shrine, he walked in. 'Tskumine Shrine' said the sign. There was no one there, except for a light in a house located on the property. Syaoran looked around, and then went in.

It was a small, one room with an altar, upon which was a box. By some force, Syaoran went and kneeled by it. Opening it slowly, he found a strange object. He picked it up.

It was a bell, its ring loud and clear. Syaoran felt as if a tight wrap around him had been loosened. Faint wisps of thought came to him, as he held on to the bell.

A tower.

A man in a white robe.

A tall red-haired lady who was not to be trusted.

A single cherry blossom, wrapped tightly in black.

Syaoran's head spun, as callused hands pried the bell from his hands. A pair of cool hands grasped his head, comforting him.

"What did you see?" said a voice.

"Cherry blossom…trapped…memories…"

"Cherry blossoms?" said the voice, as if boys holding bells and fainting was a normal occurrence.

"Hai…" Syaoran turned around to face the speaker. It was an old woman, with red hair and dark eyes.

"You are troubled within, aren't you, young boy?"

"Who are you?"

"Mitsuki Kaho. That bell belonged to my daughter."

"Hontou? Where is she? Can I meet her?"

"She…she left us a while ago…"

"Gomen nasai."

"Iie, it was not your fault. A tragic accident…"

"So this bell was hers? Did she ever…see things with it?"

"Iie…she had magic, magic of the Moon. She knew much, things she should not have had the burden of." The lady looked away from the young boy. Many things, she mused.

~*flashback*~

*sound of ambulances, and flashing lights*

"Oka-san…"

"Hai, Kaho-chan?"

"The bell…must not die…sakura needs it…"

"Daijoubu, Kaho-chan. Daijoubu desku wa."

"Iie…she…will fail…chaos…"

*Younger Kaho stays still for a second, as if hearing something.*

"Hai. Daijoubu desku wa, Eriol," turning to her mother, Kaho looked at her with a serious look, "Oka-san, my bell…"

"Hai?"

"When…someone can…make ring…chosen to…"

"Kaho-chan? Kaho! KAHO!"

~*end flashback*~

"The bell is yours, young one. I do not know what you are to do with it, but it is yours."

"Nani?"

"Do not question fate! Go now!"

Syaoran quickly carried the box outside the shrine. He wanted to get rid of it, to toss it in the road and never see it again. It scared him, and that scared him even more.

He walked back to his house, nearly running. He deposited the bell with Wei, muttering something, then walked back outside.

He had to get to the tower that he had seen in his vision, the one in the town. Tokyo Tower, said Wei.

Upon reaching there, he looked at it.

*shing*

A full moon…

A huge lion…

A girl in a pink dress…

A figure tumbling on the platform…

*end flashback thing*

Shaking his head, Syaoran realized that there was a figure on the platform. A figure in a dress about to hurl  herself over the edge.

Without thinking, he ran towards the Tower, his mind one-track: Stop her!

Syaoran quickened his pace. His breath started to come in jagged bursts as he willed his legs to keep moving up the steep steps, to the top of the Tokyo Tower. He came to the door. Bursting through, he spotted the girl.

"Omae…"

"Hai?"

"Doushite? Doushite end your life like this?"

"Who would care? The world holds nothing for me." And with that, she jumped.

"IIE!" Syaoran grabbed the girl's hand, "Give me your other hand!"

"Doushite?" She squirmed, and he lost his grip. He watched in horror as the girl fell, in slow motion, down, a smile on her lips, her eyes closed…