Forgotten Dreams

By Cherry Blossoms

DISCLAMER: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, any of the names used here, etc. They belong to CLAMP and its rightful owners.

Eight years after Li Syaoran's return to Hong Kong, he comes back to find Sakura. But each time she sees Syaoran, she discovers her heart is not with her current boyfriend, but with a person who has returned from her past.

Chapter Two

A local park

Syaoran looked around. It was good to be back in Japan. He gazed at the familiar sakura trees in the park just a block from his house, planted in a straight, long line. He used to come here. Once he even came with her. Yes, he remembered. He remembered every little detail there was to know about this town. A cool autumn breeze blew his way. Syaoran buttoned up his coat. Don't want to get sick, he thought to himself, and absent mindedly took out a dark green scarf from his coat pocket, hanging it around his neck; it was far too short to go all the way around.

He had spent the entire day unpacking, cooking, cleaning. He cleaned, even though the place was perfectly spotless. Syaoran wasn't even sure why he wanted to cleaned; he did what his instincts told him to do. Perhaps it was to keep his mind off something. He shrugged to himself.

Perhaps.

One by one, the street lamps began to light as the sky darkened. Syaoran noticed. Ah, time for dinner. He got up from the park bench and started to walk home.

Restaurant

Sakura smiled at Takashi. Life was wonderful. Takashi, Sakura, Tomoyo, Eriol, and Chiharu were finishing udon.

Tomoyo poked Sakura suddenly. She turned, annoyed. "What is it, Tomoyo-chan?" she asked.

            "It's time to go home," she whispered to Sakura. For emphasis she shoved her watch in front of Sakura's eyes.

            Sakura ignored the watch. "We're having a good time," she responded, "why rush home?"

            "It's half past ten."

            "So?" Suddenly Sakura realized what Tomoyo had just announced. Her eyes widened, and she hurridly picked up her purse. "Nani!?" she exclaimed. "Gomen nassai, Takashi-kun, I must go."

            He glanced at her quizzically, or at least that was how it looked like; he never really opened his eyes. "Doushite?"

            "Onii-chan expects me to be home by eleven," Sakura explained, "and he doesn't like to wait…"

            "It's not that late," her boyfriend replied.

            Chiharu slapped Takashi on the side of his head. "Sakura-chan lives across town, baka."

            "Damare!" Takashi shot back at his friend, which earned him another slap. "Tomare…."

            "There's no time to waste!" Tomoyo cried, giving Sakura a small push. "Go!"

            "I'm going," Sakura grumbled, but obediently directed her feet to the door. If she was late, she was really in for it. She was aware that Touya Kinomoto was very firm on curfew rules.

Somewhere on the Streets

            Sakura ran as fast as she could. This was it, the home stretch.

            She was running so fast they didn't notice a lone figure walking slowly only a few feet away. As a result, she crashed into him.

            "HOOOOOOOEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Sakura yelled, struggling to not fall down. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful.

            Suddenly she stopped falling. "Nani?" she whispered. Her nose was three inches from cold, hard concrete. Sakura realized that the stranger she had crashed into had caught her. She stood up swiftly. "A…arigatou…"

            The stranger nodded. Her eyes met his; they were strangely familiar. She shook it off. Sakura bowed. "Arigatou," she repeated.

            "You're welcome," the stranger said, his brown eyes smiling.

            "Do I…do I know you?" she asked, green eyes questioning him.

            "What do you think?" he replied, chuckling softly. "I'll give you a hint." He drew something from his pocket, something wrapped in tissue paper, and put it in her hand. "Here's your hint." He walked off slowly.

            Sakura watched him walk away. She unwrapped it slowly… "Huh? A…little bear?" 

Apartment

            "Master Li…"

            "Hm?" Syaoran closed the door.

            Wei handed him a small bag. "You forgot to unpack this."

           Syaoran thanked him, and headed to his bedroom. He unzipped it quickly, and took out several items. A shirt, socks, pants…and a small pink bear.

            A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas. Syaoran turned off the light, and got into bed.

            Suddenly he switched on the light again, picked up the bear, and turned off the light. He held it close as he drifted off to sleep.