Coming Back

AN: Thank you for all those who reviewed and like the last chapter. Thanks a bunch. Sorry for the late update. I'm currently juggling 6 fics and I'm trying to update them at least once a week. Hope you'll also enjoy reading this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of CCS. The song used in this fic is sung by Celine Dion which is "It's All Coming Back To Me Now."

Chapter 2: The Familiar Face

"Sure, it's an honor to eat lunch with you sir and may I say with your lovely daughter's presence it would be much more delightful?" He replied good-naturedly with a bit of joking on his tone.

////////////////////////// At the Hospital ///////////////////////////

As always, Dr. Sakura Kinomoto had a busy morning ahead of her. She had almost forgot about her appointment with her father until it was 30 minutes before the lunch meeting. It was not an appointment really... but rather a get together. She misses her father dearly but with her busy schedule like her father, they both have no time to see each other freely except it they planned it up ahead of time. With her tight schedule, she haven't had a time and space for her thoughts to be further pondered about.

That morning, the hospital was pack with patients coming in and out of the hospital, boys and girls of different ages with flu, cold, fever, asthma, sprained ankle and different sorts of other sickness that held the doctors and nurses in a hurry here and there inside the hospital.

Sakura had taken her first break that the morning. She haven't notice that it was almost time for her to get ready and prepared herself to meet her father who she met every once in awhile... like every six months. Lucky for her, her father was used to her that he sometimes remind her that they'll be meeting in advance... perhaps calls her before he went to the venue. That day was no exception.

Sakura closed her eyes and massaged her temples to relax her head for a throbbing headache. Suddenly, her moments of peace to herself was cut short by the sound of her cell phone on her desk. She wondered if it was Tomoyo, knowing well that she (Tomoyo) haven't called her for awhile.

"Moshi moshi." She answered the phone, not bothering to take a glace on the number that called her. She always like surprises. "Sakura speaking." She only gives her cell number to her close friends and family so she didn't bother on formalities.

"Sakura, where are you? My meeting had just ended rather late and I was wondering if you don't mind having a company other than me?" Fujitaka asked curiously. He was heading for the elevator with Syaoran following him silently.

At the sound of her father's voice, realization dawned to her that she'll be having lunch with her father in less than 30 minutes and she haven't changed her clothing. She practically panic of being late again but processes the information that was stated by her father. Father's still on his way to the restaurant and... he has company? "Don't worry dad, I'm still at the hospital. You know me... always late as ever." She replied cheerful. "And I don't mind having one more person. Is the person a girl or a boy?" She inquired light-heartedly.

Fujitaka chuckled. His daughter always brightens up his day whenever he talks to her. He can't wait to see her daughter, to see if there are any changes in her indicating that she had move on. Although he haven't seen his daughter's deceased fiancée, he had a feeling that he (the fiancée) was good to his daughter, but he sadly died. It's good to hear every now and then that her daughter had been successful in her chosen career. She loves children with all her heart so he doesn't see the problem with that. "It's a boy if you could call it that way... but he's my new business partner." He answered. His daughter always avoided talking about herself especially regarding her love life.

"That's great dad, I'm happy for you. Do I get a treat for your booming business?" She teased. She loved it when her father treated her. It was like when she young. Always pampered by her father. The good old days. She thought.

"Of course my angel. Just be sure to get on time ne?" Her father replied on the other line. He imagined Sakura pouting cutely on the other line. She always does that when she wants me to agree with her.

"Mou? You know I'm always late." She complained like a child. She heard a loud chuckle but smiled with her show of childishness. "I'll try to be on time but..."

"But?"

"But don't expect to much, just treat me like a good father would do." She said childishly making her father laugh more.

"Ok, alright you win Sakura. See you soon and be careful."

"I will. Bye bye." She said before hearing the click of the phone of the other line. Better get ready so I can eat a scrumptious meal courtesy of otou-san. As she hurried to get out of her uniform and change to a more comfortable one which consists of a purple blouse with matching knee length skirt. She tied her hair in a pony tail, went to get her car keys in the drawer on her right side and then proceeded to her car. I wonder if he's friendly. We could be friends. She thought as she drove to her destination humming a song that she just heard from one of her patients.

///////////////////// At the Restaurant /////////////////

Fujitaka and Syaoran arrived at the restaurant just in the nick of time. It was almost 12:15. They went to their reserved seats when the waiter started to put a glass of water in front of them and handing them the menu for the day.

"So... tell me something about your daughter, if you would like." He asked curiously. "I was intrigued by your daughter's character that makes an influential man as yourself laugh heartily as if you're not a busy man with worries."

"Oh Sakura... She's my lovely daughter. She's caring and loving. What a father wishes to be in his daughter's personality." He stated proudly. Fujitaka was a very proud father to his children. He values them greatly and cherishes them. "She's thou -"

He was cut off by the sweet melodious voice of his daughter who appeared near the table they occupied. "My, my, my dad. Are you talking about me and... behind my back? Why... I haven't expected that from my father?" She said jokingly.

"Of course not Sakura. Your father was complementing how a good daughter you are." A man said with a slightly disheveled hazel nut hair who sat beside her father.

She looked at her father, as if silently asking him if this was the guest that would join them. Obviously it was. Silly of me. Her father rose up, with the man standing up too. Fujitaka greeted her daughter with a gentle hug. "And who might be this gentleman beside you?" She asked her father, looking at the man closer. Her heart started to pound faster. She seemed getting dizzy on the face that she was staring at. That face, the color of his eyes, his posture. The memory was still clear on her mind. Her death fiancée. But... it couldn't be. It was almost 2 years ago and now he's in front of her. Alive and still breathing. Her face paled as if she'd just seen a ghost.

Her father noticed this and thought that his daughter must be tired of all the work she'd done in the hospital and started with the introductions. "Syaoran, this is Sakura, my daughter that I was talking about earlier. Sakura, this is Sayoran, my new business partner. We'll be starting with our joined business as soon as possible." He said, feeling happy that all went good for him.

Syaoran bowed his head politely and extended his right hand forward for a handshake as a sign of courtesy.

Sakura just stared at the hand offered and willed herself to shook the man's hand in response. The touch felt comforting. It tingled her insides. As soon as the the tips of their hands touch, she felt her eyelids get heavy and she almost fainted unconsciously but luckily she was caught by warm hands.

But when you touch me like this

And you hold me like that

I just have to admit

That it's all coming back to me

When I touch you like this

And I hold you like that

It's so hard to believe but

It's all coming back to me

She looked at those amber pools full of concern and the memories that she tried to forget was all flooding... coming back to her in flashes. The pain she felt was unbearable but was comforted by just a gentle touch from... him.

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