A boy of about thirteen lay on his bed, brown hair fanned out as cold amber eyes bored thoughtfully into the ceiling.

He remembered when he first met the female cardcaptor known as Sakura, how he had demanded she give him the cards and she had defied him.

He remembered the first clow card he had ever faced in her presense, and his vow to capture them all before her.

And he remembered how she had smiled at him earlier that day as the cherry blossoms fell around her.

She was his challenge.

She was his rival.

And she was his love.

As his thoughts came to an end a rare sight befell that night, the cold descendant of Clow Reed smiled.