Chapter 7

Once Upon a Time

Disclaimer: refer to past chaps..don't own CCS..."Angel" belongs to Sarah McLachlan...great, haunting song...love it...that's the song towards the end, btw ^_^


Okay...back again! Thanx for the reviews! I'm still experiencing post-plot-finding euphoria, which means that im going to spin out stories as fast as I can ^_^ yay...there's cute parts in this! I cut back on the angst a little...a little...actually, in the beginning its angsty...but just the beginning...at least, I think so...^.^

btw...I've seen the first CCS movie & the second CCS movie! So happy & kawaii ^_^

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Chapter 7


Hmmm....three days....Sakura mulled over this, dreaming up how she would spend the days. One with Tomoyo, one with Chiharu and Yamazaki, one with Rika or Naoko.

In her heart, she wanted to reserve a day for Syaoran, but then she recalled the nightmare, and the pain with losing her family. Syaoran was as close to her as the pendant she used to wear near her heart, the one that held the memories of her otou-san, okaa-san, and onii-chan. Could she bear losing one that she loved again?

Over her head, on the headstand, Landon the bear sat watching her from his vantage point. Sakura lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. She reached above to take Landon, setting him next to her. She hugged him, tears slipping from her closed eyes. Why couldn't she fall asleep anymore? Why couldn't she eat anymore?

Sakura wanted to live, but every time the smell of oatmeal or dumplings wafted to her nose, her stomach turned, and she wanted to throw up. That was her usual reaction to food. The only thing she could eat without heaving in the sink was bananas and grapes, and that wasn't an impressive diet to live on. Whenever Sonomi Daidouji cooked, Sakura would end up hiding most, if not all, of her food in napkins or flushing it down the toilet. She was sure that Tomoyo noticed, and Sakura could feel her friend's disapproving gaze on her. Tomoyo never said anything, but instead began pushing more bananas and grapes on the table. When it came down to it, what could Tomoyo do? She couldn't force the food down her throat, so she settled for supplying Sakura with all the fruit she wanted. Even this Sakura ate in small amounts, lest her delicate stomach act up again.

As for sleeping, every time the darkness set in and her mind began to slide in the doors of sand, the horrible dreams would seep through the corners. In the middle of the night, she would wake up in a cold sweat, and then she would sit up the rest of the evening and into the dawn. Eyes wide with terror, images would play over her mind, each picture more grotesque than the last. It would come as a final relief when the sun ascended into the sky, and the world was whisked into vivid gold. Light would stalk into the room, and then Sakura would open her bloodshot eyes and waddle to the shower, turning the water on full heat and not feeling any warmth. Tears mingling freely with the water, it felt good to cry.

That particular day, more than a week after Syaoran had given her the tickets, it was Sunday afternoon, and Sakura had just gotten out of the shower after contemplating the walls for half of the day. She lay sprawled across the bed, wrapped only in a towel, with wet auburn hair escaping from the turban. She clutched Landon bear to her breasts, thinking of Syaoran.

For the many years she had known him, she thought that she understood him. Syaoran was innately considerate and kind on the inside, but somewhat hesitant to show it on the outside. Thus, he acted cold and cruel sometimes, but only when he was really worried or trying to be aloof on purpose. But then why did he buy her a present like Landon bear?

What was his message?

Sakura had looked for the final piece of her collection, Landon bear, for a couple of years. So she knew that it was virtually impossible. The only way to secure it was to travel around the world and make sure that it existed there. A lot of the potential sellers had fake bears, and the only way to identify a genuine Landon bear was to look at the tag. The tag was a navy blue heart with the sign of an angel, its wings widespread, marking an authentic bear of the Silent Angel series.

Just the like the watermark on the yen currency; yen itself could be counterfeit, but there was a way to tell if it was real it you knew how to identify the right symbols and watermark. Sakura knew the watermark of Landon by heart. When she had gone through with a fine-tooth comb for the bear, several cases arose when some toy stores claimed to have the bear, when really it was pseudo.

Part of the craze for Landon was the treasure hunt. Only 5 bears existed in the world, and they were each worth a fortune. When they were released into the world, many years ago, all the toy stores took inventory to check if they were the ones with one of the special bears. The bears were set out into the world randomly, and could be anywhere, shipped to Japan, China, Uzbekistan, Liberia, or even America.

And she had one of them.

Sakura held the tag up to the light, the sun loping through the closed curtains. It was the right watermark, which could only be created with one unique machine that had been destroyed afterwards. It was a strange sensation, holding the bear that everyone wanted. She knew that in the world, there were only four more that existed. Unlike when you stared at the stars, and wondered how many people were watching the same star, she knew how many people had the bear.

Why did Syaoran give her something like this? Was he trying to tell her something?

There was a rumor that inside each of the five bears, a diamond ring was embedded inside the plush. 5 bears, 5 different colors, 5 different rings. One ring was supposed to be silver, another gold, turquoise, pink, and the last gray. Each ring symbolized the true nature of the owner.

However, there was a catch. In order to discover the ring color, one had to tear open the bear. To find the ring, the bear would be destroyed.

Sakura would never tear open Landon, not even for a diamond ring. One of the reasons the oldest bear of the Silent Angel series was so desired was because of the diamond ring. After all, how many stuffed animals had diamond rings in them? It wasn't exactly an everyday prize...it would make a romantic engagement present, or even a wedding gift, among lovers...

So what in the world did Syaoran mean by giving it to her?

A few minutes passed and Sakura replaced Landon on the headboard.

She stretched out on her stomach, shivering because her hair was still wet. The dampness soaked into the roots of her hair, and Sakura began sneezing. Rubbing her nose, she glanced at the festival tickets Syaoran-kun had given her, which were beside Landon on the headboard.

Would she go? It was the least she could do after Syaoran had given her a present like Landon. He had specifically asked her to go, not Reiko or any of the other pretty, popular girls, and it made Sakura feel special. Kind of like she meant a lot to him, only that was impossible, but still...it was nice to dream.

It made her happy inside, looking at the tickets. If she did go to the fair, it would be hard. The milling crowds, so many people...the noise...she wasn't sure that she could handle it. Months had traversed since she had gone to a social event, other than school.

As she was about to close her eyes, she saw a pinch of gold coming from the end of the room. There, the planks were slightly separated.

She stood up, tapping against the wood. Was it a secret passage? She pushed on the loose board, the doors parting with a small creak. It was a walk-in closet. The sense of adventure swooped in her veins, and Sakura stepped inside. The closet was old and musty, and contained old-fashioned clothes from years ago. Sakura explored the outfits, deciding they must have been for old plays and dress up clothes. During high school, Sonomi had been an actress in theater class, so it made sense that the clothes would be saved from old scenes.

Each outfit told its own story. There were long, sleek dresses, covered in bows and other ornate fabrics. Clown costumes, ball gowns, preppy uniforms, suits, short skits, long skirts, dance leotards, jazz pants, kimonos...among the many rows of outfits that accumulated over the years. Every outfit imaginable could be found here.

Sakura smiled to herself, leafing through the sets, touching the satin and cotton, velvet and wool. As she pushed outfits aside, they swished or jangled against one another. It was like an instrument: if she brushed one or the other, she could hear a slight discord of clinks, sometimes melodious lines of chimes if the outfit had bells. The room smelled aromatic, as if a sweet candle had burned to stubs recently. As Sakura wandered from corner to corner, she noticed that different spots in the room gave off a unique scent. Some places were piney, others moldy and dank.

A dress at the far end of the room caught her attention.

Sakura walked to it. Fascinated, she fingered the light material, curious of the way the cotton shimmered. The dress was long, pale pink so that it was almost white. Pink ribbons descending in flurries, with a tiny bodice and low neckline. Almost like liquid, the full dress fell in one fluid movement, the cloth iridescent and soft. Though the light wasn't bright in the room, sparkles spotted the dress. It was glazed with color and glowed with gloss.

It was beautiful.

"You should try it on," came a deep voice.

Sakura whirled around. It took a few moments to adjust to the change of light.

Syaoran stood in the doorway.

She gasped. Was it really Syaoran? She blinked several times to make sure, but he wasn't a vision. When did he get so...handsome? Standing with light behind him, he looked older, more grown up than her. He was suddenly a lot taller; not terribly tall, but enough so that if he held her, she could look up into his eyes, and he could prop his head on her shoulder, like last week when they had embraced...His amber eyes were darker, and held more fire than she remembered...when was the last time she had really noticed his eyes? Her heart beat furiously.

A small smile curved on his lips.

"Syaoran-kun!"

"Sakura."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came by to check on you. You should really try the dress on."

It took Sakura a few moments to realize Syaoran was talking to her. She was preoccupied staring at him, trying to recall what was so different about him.

How quickly life can turn around...in an instant...

"Sakura, are you okay?" In one long stride, Syaoran reached her, holding her two clasped hands between his warm ones. In an instant, Sakura's cold hands were melting in his. Syaoran looked intently into her eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

A soft blush crept over her cheeks. Without thinking, Sakura jumped up to wrap her arms around Syaoran's neck, heedless of the bare towel she wore. Surprised, Syaoran's arms went around her waist instinctively.

"In the arms of the angel, fly away from here..." Sakura sang. "Will you find some comfort here...

"Who's the angel?"

"You."

"I beg to differ. I think that you are."

Sakura giggled and pulled away from him.

"That was quite the introduction. Did you miss me? And more importantly, do I get a hug every time?" he teased.

"Don't flatter yourself!"

Syaoran chuckled, following her hand as she wove through the lines of clothing. They stopped at one rack. Sakura took the hanger off, pressing the fabric into Syaoran's hands. On second thought, she took the outfit from Syaoran's hands and instructed him to stay still.

"Don't move."

"Yes ma'am."

She walked behind him, holding the costume against Syaoran's back to make sure that it fit. It was the perfect size.

"This is yours for the story that we made. Isn't it suitable for the role? Look at these," she showed him the fringes, "these can represent the rags, and the musty appearance is adequate for the shabby background of a peasant. It'll create the sense that you lead a poor life."

Syaoran sweatdropped. "It's a clown costume," he protested.

"No it's not! It's perfect for the village peasant!"

"I think that it's silly. The bright colors and stars kind of give it away."

"Fine!" Sakura pouted. "I see how it is! You aren't willing to listen to my ideas, because they're mind and not yours!"

Syaoran grinned at her. "Nah. I just like to see you upset. You're kinda cute then."

She blanched, but tried to cover it up by acting outraged. "Are you implying that I'm only cute when I argue with you? That's the worst compliment I've ever heard!"

"I never meant that."

"Then what did you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. You read too much between the lines," he jibbed, a funny look in his eyes.

"Hmpf."

"Where's the dress?" he implored suddenly.

"What dress?"

He grabbed her arm, yanking her along behind him as he pushed past idle racks. "Hmmm...where was that dress you were holding?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to see you in it, silly."

"It's right here." She indicated the rack, and when Syaoran saw it he pulled the dress from the hanger.

"Well, go on, try it," he probed.

Sakura narrowed her eyes. "Right here, right now?"

"Duh."

"Syoaran-kun, you know I'm not that type of girl!"she answered, outraged.

"Really? You had me mistaken,"he teased.

"Syaoran-kun! I'm not going to change in front of you!"

He rolled his eyes, ushering her into an adjacent room and slamming the door shut.

"I was just kidding. Sheesh. Change in there."

Sakura came out a few moments later. Still wrapped in her towel, she sprinted through the room, coming back with the peasant outfit.

"Hey, where are you-

Then her head popped out. "If I have to try this on, then you do too!" Sakura proclaimed. Triumphantly, she whisked the costume before his face.

Syaoran took one look at it and shook his head.

"Uh-uh. No way am I wearing that preposterous thing!"

"Then why do I have to put this on?" she challenged. "It's only fair." When she saw that Syaoran was about to open his mouth to protest, she made her best puppy face. Sure enough, as soon as Syaoran saw, his face softened, and he groaned, massaging his forehead.

"Fine. Will you stop with that face? You know that I can't say 'no' to it," Syaoran mumbled.

"I know," Sakura beamed, depositing the costume in his arms.

He went inside the dressing room and changed while Sakura stood outside, humming a song. When he was done, he just stood in the room, glancing at Sakura through the slits in the door. He let a smile touch his features.

Sakura hadn't sang in a long time. She looked so carefree, and spirited...

"I'm done," he announced. With a flourish, he stepped out, bowing to Sakura.

"Oh Syaoran-kun! You look so handsome!" she exclaimed.

"Right."

"You do," she insisted. Even Sakura had to admit that the peasant costume wasn't much, but Syoaran managed to bring out the best in it. The costume was along the lines of Robin Hood: green vest, green pants, leather frills. But it matched with his eyes and his strong complexion. He looked graceful and powerful, tall and well built, a creature of the forest and earth. Sakura could imagine the masses of girls drooling over him...

He looked like a Prince.

"Now it's my turn." She went in the room with the dress in tow. At first, she couldn't bring herself to try it on. It was too beautiful and she felt that she would soil its beauty if she wore it.

"Hurry up Sakura," Syaoran grumbled. "What's taking you so long?"

"I don't know if I can wear it," she replied thoughtfully.

"Why not?"

"It's too lovely."

"So?"So are you...

"I wouldn't give it justice."

"Nonsense."

"But-

"If I have to wear this pathetic outfit, then you are going to discover some confidence inside yourself to put the dress on," Syoaran said firmly. "I won't hear it anymore. You are beautiful, more so than any dress could be."Or anyone else...

Syaoran thought she was beautiful?

The statement shocked her so much that she reached for the dress. Reluctantly she shed from the towel and stood only in her underwear. Then she took the dress, sliding it over her head and pushing the folds down until they reached the ground. She looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be as thin as she was, because the dress fit perfectly.

She took a big breath. What would Syaoran think? The dress was too mature for her. It wasn't that it was too lowcut or sexy, but that the colors were pale and fresh, and the fabric so fine. The girl she saw in the mirror could not be her. The girl in the mirror had glassy eyes, delicate face, and looked tall and slender.

The only thought Sakura had in her mind was that the mirror was broken.

Taking the towel and folding it, she placed it on the bench and opened the door.

When the door moved back all the way, Syaoran gawked at her.

"Sakura, is that you?"

Who else would it be? "Of course."

Syaoran couldn't stop staring at her. She was an exquisite angel, with her tempestuous auburn hair falling half in windblown curls, the other half straight. Never had he seen eyes so innocent and clear, the green specks dancing across her iris. All he wanted to do was caress her face, to feel the cream skin beneath his touch. With pride and relief, he saw that she looking better, more composed and less weary.

He was proud of her.

The dress fell around her in tresses, the strips of cloth crimson and pink dangling from the bodice. There was a sweet quality about her that other girls could only dream to have, but it came so natural to her. Did she know how gorgeous she was, both in mind and body? Did she know how much control, restraint he had to exercise not to sweep her off her feet right now? Not to touch her, cradle her head, hold her against his chest.

Syaoran wanted to kiss her, he always had. But she was still weak, and depressed, and he would have to wait. He didn't want to take advantage of her; he wanted their relationship to be real.

He would always wait for her. Did she know?

When was it that he'd fallen in love with her? Was it now, weeks ago, or even years, when they'd first met? She was the first person to greet him in Japan, with her bright smile that managed to light up the entire class room, despite the fact that they'd lost electricity that day. He was mad at the Elders, cursing his mother and sisters in Chinese beneath his breath, and she'd just popped out of nowhere, thrusting out her hand for him to shake.

"My name's Sakura Kinomoto. What's your name?"she'd said, oblivious to the killer glares he shot her.

That was his Sakura. Always happy and genki, at least until their death. It took him a few moments to come back to reality.

Sakura walked out of the dressing room, the dress rustling behind her. "Syaoran-kun, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. She tapped his cheek for good measure. Why was he staring at her like that? "Syaoran-kun?" She touched his other cheek. "Are you-

Syaoran took her hand, turning her around to that her back was to him.

"Lift up your hair."

Sakura did, her eyebrows kneed together in confusion.

Something cold slipped on her neck.

"Syaoran, that's my necklace! I thought that we had a d-

"Shhh! We do. But just for today..."

A large hand went over her mouth, stopping the flow of words. Syaraon bowed, holding out his hand gallantly.

"Will the glamourous princess honor me with a dance?"

Sakura giggled, a blush glossing on her cheeks. "Only if the fair pilgrim has honorable intentions. Palm to palm then."

"Pilgrim?"

"Romeo and Juliet."

"Ahh."

They whirled around the room, Sakura's skirts twirling vividly, Syaoran's arm around her waist.

Sakura was normally a clumsy person, and now was no exception. Every now and then, she would slip, and the arm around her waist would get tighter. Sakura didn't mind; she felt safe in his arms, like nothing could harm her. Syaoran was a wonderful dancer, smooth and sure of his steps...she thought with some jealousy that he'd had a lot of practice, probably with tons of other girls. He was kind and very attractive, and she saw the way other girls looked at him. But what did it matter? He was just a friend, right? But then why did that feeling eat away at her heart, the one that spoke of loneliness and fear? She was frightened that he would leave her, frightened that he would d-...

Did Syaoran hold others girls like he did her? How many other girls had he danced with before? Did he make other girls' breaths short and their heart race along like hers? Did he make other girls' blush like she was now?

Did he make other girls feel weak in the knees, and helpless?

It was like a dream, one that would end all too soon.

"Spend all your time waiting...for that second chance...for a break that would make it okay," she sang.

Syaoran held her arm up, and she spun beneath.

There's always some reason, to feel not good enough, and it's hard at the end of the day...I need some distraction, oh beautiful release, memories seep from my veins..they may be empty...to find some peace tonight...

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly?"she whispered.

"I don't need to. I am flying, right now."

She laughed. Syaoran pulled her closer, until it was a struggle to calm down her racing heartbeat.

She buried her head in his chest.

"in the arms of the angel...fly away, from here....from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel, you are born from the wreckage, of your surly memories....in the arms of the angel, may you find...some comfort here..."

In that moment, she forgot everything. She was the princess, dancing with the hottest, smartest, bravest village peasant, whose shirt smelled like trees and bark. She was safe; he would protect her. Sakura snuggled closer to him, forgetting her worries as Syaoran ran a hand through her hair, back and forth. The regular rhythm tranquilized her, and her eyelids were getting heavy.

Then she was asleep, a deep slumber without nightmares, the first that she'd had in months. Asleep in his arms...

"so tired of the straight life, and everywhere you turn, vultures and thieves at your back, storm keep on twisting, keep on building the lies, that you make up for all that you lack, don't make no difference, escaping one last time, it's easier to believe..."

"Sakura?" Syaoran looked down. She was asleep, her eye closed in peace. And then he couldn't restrain himself. He had to taste her. Syaoran bent down, brushing her lips with his. She was surprisingly warm, though a little cold. When their lips touched, she responded instantly, pressing against him passionately. He transferred some of the heat from his mouth, and Sakura warmed against him. Her lips were sweet and tender.

"Syaoran-kun? Hikari?" she mumbled. "Hikari, aishit-" then she was out again, lying sandwiched between his chest and the arms that surrounded her.

He pulled back from the kiss, his heart pounding. Was she awake? Would she remember? She tasted like he had always imagined: cherries, blossoms, spring...he savored her flavor, drinking in the way her hair smelled free,like a meadow of herbs. He smiled.

"Sakura, I love you..."

And they swayed together like elms in the fields, Sakura dozing blessedly in his arms.

"in this sweet madness, oh there's glory and sadness...bring me to my knees, in the arms of the angel...fly away from here..."

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"This is another guest room, where Sakura-chan is staying. It has some old costumes that my mom used in many of the plays in high school. We can use some of them for theater class, but a lot of them are old and unusable."

Tomoyo opened the door, ushering people inside. When she saw Sakura and Syaoran dancing slowly in each other's arms, her eyes widened. "Kawaii!" she squealed.

Friends from school stood behind her, some of them gasping, others uttering similar cries of "kawaii." Tomoyo noticed that some girls eyeballed Sakura enviously, and she smiled smugly.

"Let's try this room later," she advised, forcing people out.

"That Kinomoto is so lucky!" some girls exalted.

"Finally!" Naoko exclaimed.

"She doesn't deserve him," Reiko hissed.

Tomoyo turned to the girl at the back. She would not stand for someone insulting Sakura.

"Sakura deserves everything she has, and more," Tomoyo said steely. "She has even comforted you when you were sad; she's comforted all of us with her smiles and good humor. For all of us, she's been there when we were low, when we wanted the world to fall down to end our misery. With a simple smile, some words of consideration; from her, it goes a long way. Just that single act of kindness; it made you feel loved and cared for, didn't it?

"And now her world has fallen down, and you even dare to say that to me, her best friend! I don't ever want to hear that crap again."

Disgusted, Tomoyo threw something down. It was a piece of fabric she was sewing for the school play. Always calm, she never got angry unless someone spoke lies about Sakura. But when she was furious, everyone listened to her. The hall was deadly silent, until Tomoyo smiled, as if nothing had happened.

"Now, there's another room with costumes that we can use-

Reiko stormed down the stairs and pushed the door open, slamming it closed behind her. The roving of an old engine coughed on outside, then she sped away.

Tomoyo frowned, leading the theater class up the stairs to the third floor. She would need to find an opportunity to sneak down to Sakura's room to videotape...but when? Hmmm...she needed a masterful plan to ditch them...this would take some brainpower.

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When Sakura woke up, it was late. She touched her lips, which were still warm. Why was her head so floaty, and what was the wonderful feeling she had in her heart, one that made her grin like a buffoon?

She dreamed that Syaoran had kissed her. She smiled to herself. It was a nice dream, one that left lingering butterflies in her stomach. If only if were true...

But he didn't like her that way.

Sakura tried to sleep again, but the nightmares of death and suffering converged over her like vultures. Just like so many times before, Sakura opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling.

That's when she noticed the light breathing next to her.

It was Syaoran, his brown hair falling over his eyes in sleep. He was slouching in a chair next to her bed. Did he stay up the entire night to watch over her? He looked tired. Her guardian angel...

Sakura moseyed over to him. She reached for his hand, an electric current tingling through her fingers where their hands met. Then she closed her eyes, and this time she slept, holding his hand late into the night.

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To be continued...


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Author's note: lalalalala...Yay! They kissed...well, kinda...only Sakura was asleep...okay, so it wasn't a real kiss....btw the words Sakura was about to say, "hikari, aishiteru" = ?


I'll leave you to agonize over it...find a dictionary ^_^ it's kinda cute...


watch out for Reiko, cause she's dangerous and evil...she has something up her sleeve...that's all I'll say...^-^ other than that, did u notice how it wasn't quite as angst-ridden as previous chapters? Ahh yes...the road to progress....



hmmmmm...yesterday, I got an awesome e-mail from Leen ( who is an awesome artist of anime, e-mail me if you want her webpage where she has her art up), who told me that there's a new manga out, featuring the characters of CCS!!! (that's cardcaptor sakura, case you couldn't tell...hehehe) Now, mind, the new manga is NOT a continuation of CCS, but involves the CHARACTERS of CCS as the main characters (i.e. -Sakura, Syaoran, Yukito, Touya, Tomoyo...etc,etc,etc.) It's called Tsubasa, and it's new from CLAMP! I've read the first chapter...it's kinda confusing, but the plot is oh-so-original...Sakura is a princess, and Touya the king, Syaoran a very HOT archeologist (at least, I think so...that he's an archeologist...I know that he's HOT...lol)...I won't say anymore, but oh yea, they're older now too. Teenagers & not little kids anymore...yay!


So...do ya want a link to a site that is translating it? Leave your e-mail address (either e-mail me that u want it or tell me in a review) and I'll give u the linkie. Be warned: it's Clamp, so of course the art is gorgeous and Syaoran is HOT! I would have the linkie here, but the person that is translating & posting up the scans of the manga doesn't want direct links to her site or she'll stop translating new stuff so I can't put it on a web page but I can e-mail it...


What is it with me and the anime guys? As of right now, I have a burgeoning crush on Inuyasha, Syaoran of Tsubasa (the older one), Vash of Trigun, and possibly one on Kenshin, but I find his character too...chipper.


I need a life. Either that, or I need to get my act together & start doing my summer hw...or I could be like Sakura & do it all at the last minute & leave it to my stuffed animal to do...sigh.


Oh yea...almost forgot. Please review and tell me what u think about this chapter! ^-^


lol...sorry Kawaii-CherryWolf...they didn't kiss the way that u wanted them too! You know that I want them to too...but I want the story to go slow...sigh...so they'll really kiss when the half of my brain decided that it's time...man! The right side of my brain is so mean! That's the side that thinks up all this angst, the whole "character development" thing...who cares! I wanna see them kiss & not just when Sakura is asleep....sigh...& no, I'm not psychosomatic! Lol..(right side, left side of my brain.) ^.^



Next chapter is the festival! Wonder what will happen (actually, I already know what will happen, cause im the writer... ^.^)


Thanks for reading ^_^ Wow, this author's note is long...never take advantage of the gift of gab...:)