[I am soooo sorry for not updating that much]

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Syaoran awoken to the strong smell of saltwater and the sound of annoying seagulls. He still kept his eyes closed, in fear of reality. He wasn't used to anything but feathers on his bed and this thing he was laying in sure didn't came form birds.

He groaned and finally forced himself to search his surroundings. It was definitely not a palace. The room was made out of stone bricks held together by mud and the roof, nothing but wood and straw. He could feel the sunlight peeking from the sky and onto the bed. Looking at his leg, he found it bandaged and he, himself, was dressed in....commoner's clothing.

There was no gold or velvet curtains that hung on the small window that reminded him of dungeons. In fact, there were no gold or velvet anything in the room. There was a chair, a small table over the corner, and a small dresser decorated in what seemed like gathered up seashells. The only thing that was possibly worth of any value was three or four books leaning on a shelf above the table. He quickly got up of bed but laid back down when he felt everything spinning around him. Where am I, he thought.

As if on cue, an older man stepped in wearing a big straw hat and a tattered shirt with a pants of soiled boots and pants. He had light brown hair and a pair of kind deep brown eyes that matched the equally soft features of his face. With a warm smile, he greeted Syaoran. "So, decided to live after all," he joked.

Syaoran didn't catch the humor in the line. Instead, his face immediately had a frantic look upon it. "Where am I?" he asked in his usual dignified voice though a little shaken.

The man settled himself on a chair and took his hat off and laid it on the table. He looked over Syaoran reassuringly. "Don't worry. My daughter found you washed up along the beaches. You were pretty hurt. That must've been some shipwreck you had."

"Sh-sh-shipwreck?"

"Yes. Aren't you some kind of sailor or a fisherman?"

Syaoran felt insulted as he was asked to be of a position so beneath him. He was about to retort but stopped himself. What if this kingdom isn't exactly peaceful terms with his? "If you don't mind me by asking, kind sir, which kingdom is this?"

The older man shook his head solemnly. "This is Pavilion, boy. Not exactly a perfect kingdom."

Syaoran's stomach dropped and a sudden wave of panic washed over him. Pavilion. He rolled the title over his tongue. This was a great enemy of his kingdom. Dang! Out of all the lands he could've washed up on shore, it had to be the one that was surely the army that attacked his home.

But he couldn't tell this man that. What if word gets out that he was here? The king would come and take him as hostage, torture him, and maybe even. . . kill him! This was quite a predicament.

"What's your name, son?"

The kind man's voice blasted him out of his reality. Thinking quickly, he answered," Umm....Li. My name is Li."

"Welcome to Pavilion anyway. Which kingdom are you from?"

What is it with all of these questions?, Syaoran thought dully. Yukito would get a kick out of this. He could just imagine his tutor looking so smug at him right about now. He mentally smacked himself for all those times sleeping as he learned about the other countries. "Umm. I don't exactly belong t-to a kingdom," he replied.

"Oh," the man's eyes widened in interest," Are you a drifter than?"

"Drifter?"

"You know. I person that travels around a lot."

"Y-y-yes sir."

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. "Do you know anybody in our town?"

"No!" Syaoran answered quickly. He didn't mean it to sound so harsh but the idea of being related to someone of such low class was embarrassing. "I mean. No, sir."

"Well, why don't you stay with me and my daughter for a while? We do need some extra hands around the house."

Stay in this run-down old shack? And do work?!? Never! Syaoran was about to refuse the offer but thought about his current situation. He didn't know where the he his country is. For all its worth, it'll probably be hundreds of miles away and he had no idea how to get there. Well, maybe on foot.....

Yeah right. He had gotten exhausted while climbing the stairs back home, let alone countless miles. What if he was to build up his strength? Yes, that would work. He could stay with this man and try to get stronger. And might make a ship of his own to sail!

"I accept!"

The man's smile grew larger. "Great. I'll call your new roommate. Sakura! Come here and meet our new guest!"

Roommate?!?, thought Syaoran glumly. He'll have to share this poor excuse for a room with another person? Syaoran could just imagine 'Sakura' now. Probably has big hairs growing out of all places, frizzy hair, big warty nose, and the smell of fish....whoa.

His thoughts were interrupted as he laid eyes on the girl that had just entered the room. Long light brown hair swirled around her face and shoulders with bright emerald eyes peeking from the bangs. Her face was expressed as kind as her father but much more attractive to look at. Though she moved around rather clumsily, her body was the shape of a dancer.

The man smiled as he saw the expression of Syaoran's face. "Li, meet my daughter Sakura. Sakura, this is Li." He introduced.

Sakura cocked her head to the side, observing the man lying on her makeshift bed. The strange man appeared to be very handsome, with dark brown hair and amber eyes with an awkward smile on his smooth face. He looked nice enough, even a little noble in the right lighting.

"I'll just let you two be acquainted..." mumbled her father as he strutted out the door and shut it tightly behind him.

She continued to look at each other in silence. Sakura was the first to speak.

"So..." she started, not knowing what to say," I guess you'll be staying here right?"

"Yes." replied Syaoran. She was a bit discouraged by the short answer.

"Umm, your name's Li. Right?"

"Yes."

Her shoulders slumped a bit. This conversation wasn't going to well.

"Well...can you tell me something about yourself?"

Syaoran's began to fidget. He didn't want to reveal any of his history to the enemy. What happens if he slipped? "Sorry, my head is hurting now. I can't remember anything at all." Yes, that was going to have to do for now.

Sakura raised an eyebrow and wanted to ask him more questions but thought it would be too nosy of her. "Do you want anything, then?"

He didn't hesitate as he began to list some needs. "I'm pretty thirsty.." he said hoarsely, holding his throat for emphasis.

Sakura caught on and began to step outside. "Oh, I'll just get you some water-"

"And I haven't eaten in a while..." he continued in an almost whining voice, lying himself on the bed again.

It was natural that he was hungry. He did spent the past few days unconscious. "I think we still have some fish-"

"And maybe some more pillows?"

Sakura bit her lip to try and keep from screaming. She wasn't exactly the type who would let anyone boss her around, especially a total and complete stranger. Not responding, she made her way through the doors; seriously doubting the true personality of the boy.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, thought Syaoran. At least he had a pretty servant girl.....a little piece of home. He puffed up the flat pillows and tried to find a comfortable position on the bed, which was practically impossible. At last, he gave up and tried to close his eyes, dreaming of the luxury back home.

In a few moments, Sakura returned with her mouth biting on a couple of pillows, a tray of food balanced on one hand, and a pitcher of water in the other. "Ere ou o," she mumbled, voice muffled by the puffs. She waited for the boy to offer some help, but none came. Okay, at least I know he isn't a gentleman, she thought sarcastically, walking towards Syaoran.

Sakura leaned in, trying to drop the pillows next to him before setting down the food and water. Syaoran was disgusted when he finally noticed that the pillows was being held by the mouth. He pulled away, nudging the girl.

As she leaned in further and further onto Syaoran, the food from the tray slipped and landed on the boy, covering his clothes and hair with fish stew and bread. She dropped the pillows to apologize but didn't get a chance. He jumped off the bed and looked at his soiled clothing, waving his arms as the drips of broth came down to the floor. "You clumsy oaf!"

Sakura's face scrunched up in disbelief. This ungrateful moron didn't even thank her and insulted her instead. "Oh," she said, faking an apologetic look," I'm sooo sorry." She held the pitcher of water even tighter and came closer. Hovering the water over his head, she smirked and said," Here, let me wash it off with some WATER!" With the last sentence, she flipped the pitcher over and soaked him in cold water.

The boy looked up, insulted and horrified at what the girl just did. He expected her to cower and beg for his forgiveness, but instead, she was still smirking, hands on her hips. Grabbing one of the pillows she just dropped, he threw it at Sakura, all manners forgotten.

But, the girl had dodged it and quickly advanced him with another. Immediately the teenagers were banging each other in a terrible pillow fight, yelling insults while trying to dodged each other's moves.

"You ungrateful brat!" screamed Sakura.

"Ugly!" hollered Syaoran.

"What!?!?"

And in an instant, a strong swing landed on Syaoran's cheek and a swirl of feathers flew around him. He fell on his behind with a loud thump. All sense forgotten, he quickly got up and tackled Sakura. They rolled around, trying to pin the other to the floor. to his surprise, the girl was a worthy opponent. Finally, he had managed to tire Sakura long enough to regain control and was on top of her, panting.

The door creaked open and they both turned to see who it was. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" The man came in, amused at the scene before him. Finally, they realized the strange position they were in and Syaoran fell back as Sakura pushed him away roughly. Sakura brushed off her dress and tried to straighten up her hair while Syaoran still remained on the floor.

"Can I help you father?" asked Sakura politely after giving one last glare toward Syaoran.

The man handed her a letter. "Its from Tomoyo and Eriol."

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[Sorry for the long wait. I swear I'll put up the next one earlier. o^_^o Do you like the Sakura and Syaoran moment? Next time, it'll be more romance

Comment of the moment: Donuts are taking over the world! Quick! Give all your pastries to me so I can keep them safe! ; ) ]