Hey, peeps! How are ya? I'm hunky-dory! Actually, I am very bored. I have a TON of homework to do, kind of, and I REALLY do not want to do it. Ever happen to you? It's not fun is it? I'm alone right now too, and I am extremely bored. Heh heh, I already said that. Oops. Oh well. I hope I get this chapter out soon. Sorry if I don't. Ooh! I'm happy now! My friend is coming over later and my dad is going to get me a McFlurry (Butterfinger) from McDonald's! Yay! A cold treat!

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Is THAT horrible or WHAT?!? I started this chap before SUMMER! Ack! How…how…how horrible! Well, hopfully my writing has improved! All I can say is… I AM SO VERY SORRY AND I HOPE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO FIND IT IN YOUR HEARTS TO FORGIVE ME! Well, let me hurry up and type. You guys have been waiting long enough!

Lil' Indian Cherry Blossom Ch. 3

*****Syaoran*****

I left the tent that Sakura was staying in and made my way to my mother's. I felt bad for Sakura. I knew how she felt, and after a while it sort of gets on your nerves. We were always the ones that got captured, then returned, and then captured once again. It was useless. It didn't make any sense. Why didn't they just talk it out and get along? I'll tell you why. It's because of 'Chief Ling' and Chief Fujitaka's new wife. They argued over everything!

Well, as long as Ling isn't in the tent I'll be fine and Sakura will actually be able to walk around and get some air. I have a bad feeling that something terrible is going to happen though. Something soon; that I won't be able to tell until the last moment. I hate that. I like knowing things before they happen so I can prepare, so I'll be ready. What will happen though? And when? 'Soon' isn't a good enough answer. The wind howls as if it knows a terrible dark secret and wails for the poor soul that is affected. It screams, deafening the ears, yet no one can comprehend the sorrowful moans. I'll have to wait. I know my mother can sense it too. Sakura would be able to if she could manifest her powers better. She's so careless. She always gets caught for petty reasons and doesn't know how serious these things are. It's like she doesn't have a care in the world! She's so irresponsible! She's so… so… so…

Wonderful. Why did she have to be so beautiful? So kind? It wasn't fair. A smile constantly graces her lips. When she looks at me… I feel calm, yet excited. I don't know what or how I feel, but the thoughts of her being careless keep rushing into my mind! She needs someone to be her strength when she needs help. She needs a protector. And for some odd reason… I want to be that protector.

I shook my head as if to quickly get that thought out of my head. Where did THAT load of crap come from?

Another part of my head insisted that it was nothing of the sort. It was my true heart-felt opinions of her.

HA! Like I had a heart! Everyone in my tribe insists that I don't! I don't need one! I'm fine the way I am!

But… no one likes me the way I am. My cousin despises me whenever I get mad at her for bugging me, Ling thinks I'm a pest, but I don't even BOTHER with his opinion because my opinion of him is most likely even LESS!

The only friend I really have is Yamazaki, and all he does is tell lies all the time! There is Eriol, the DEVIL'S EVIL TWIN! I still don't know if he's a friend or some freaky… freak. He's…well…evil. Wanna know why I think that? Because he said that he thought Sakura was cute. CUTE! HE CAN'T THINK THAT! And then he goes and says I'm jealous! Ha! I don't even know what it means to be jealous! Sakura is MINE! He can't have her or even THINK about taking her away from me! I'll rip out his insides and shove it in his face if he even goes NEAR her! See. I'm not jealous.

[An: I HAD to write that! It's so GREAT!]

The only person that halfway accepts who I am…is Sakura. She doesn't question me. She believes in me, in my power. I need her. Her POWER I mean. And… I need a friend. Who'll understand. She'd the only person who lost a person dear to her. Her mother, just as I had lost my father. What I still don't understand is how? Why? And was it a coincidence that their deaths were such a short time apart from the others? I still have questions, and she just might hold the answers. I just can't bring the subject up. It's like a wound, I don't want to pick at it or open it up because it will only hurt more. I also don't want to hurt Sakura by bringing back all of her memories.

"Syaoran?"

My head snapped up, startled. "Huh? Mom?"

"Is there something you want son or are you going to just stand there with that forlorn look upon your face?"

I looked around, realizing that I was in her tent and by the looks of it, had been standing here for quite a long while. "Oh! Uh…yeah." Taking one more quick glance about the room I realized that Ling wasn't here and I sighed with relief. I walked closer to where my mother was kneeling, gazing into the sparkling ruby embers of the fire. "Would it be alright if I took Sakura around for a bit. This is the longest she'll have ever stayed, and she needs some air and room to stretch her legs. Would you mind?"

"Free the prisoner? You know what Ling would say. What he would do. Why request something like that?"

"Mom… you said yourself that she wasn't a prisoner, just an unwelcome visitor. She won't run. I know it. She's used to the routine."

She sighed and tore her gaze away from the fire and down to her lap. "You know, Little Wolf, it didn't used to be like this."

I sadly looked down at the earthen floor and decided to take a seat. It would take a while by the sound of her voice. "I know."

The Kinomoto's and us, we used to get along so well. We were at peace for many, many years. Nadeshiko and I were best friends when we were young. Did you know? She introduced me to your father."

"Dad?" I asked, wide-eyed.

She nodded solemnly. "Yes. I was older than her, but not by much. I adored you father, and fell in love with him the first time our eyes met. Back then we were free to practice our powers, and he noticed Nadeshiko and I playing with them one day, not to the best of our knowledge. He knew what could happen if we didn't get proper training, so he volunteered. He taught me everything I knew about my powers. He said that I was his best pupil. Nadeshiko would listen, but she thought it was all fun and games. We were so young then. She'd rather play, go on adventures, while I'd rather learn and spend time with the man I loved. So we drifted apart, each of us going our own ways. She wed the heir to the Kinomoto tribe, and I wed the heir to the Li tribe. Then, we finally met up one day and our friendship re-kindled. She had little Sakura bouncing on her lap, both of their emerald spheres laughing delightedly in the sunlight, and I was cradling you in my arms. We talked and caught up on things, and an idea formed in our heads. We decided that you and Sakura would be engaged to one another to ensure happiness and friendship for all time."

"WHAT?!?" I yelped as my eyes bulged. "Y-y-you never told me this!"

Yelan's eyes grew sad. "It was a long time ago. Both of us could feel that something horrible was going to happen. It was in the air all around us. We decided to have normal visits, but they were soon cancelled."

My brow knit together. "Why?"

"She died. And not far after that, my husband—your father—died. The engagement was cancelled, and our worlds fell apart. I remarried, Chief Fujitaka remarried, and all of our happiness drained away with the winter storm. Peace no longer bound our tribes together. Times were harsh, and our people needed what was for the best. We isolated ourselves, and then wound up fighting for resources. We became bitter enemies, their people hating ours, and ours hating theirs. Under it all though, I still believe that there may be hope. I do not think that Fujitaka hates us, and I suspect that he thinks the same about me."

"Mother, why are you telling me this?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Because… I need hope." She stared deeply into my eyes and I gulped. Why was she looking at me that way? "Go. Take Sakura and let her stretch her legs. If anyone asks, tell them Yelan sent you."

I quickly nodded my head and bound toward the door, hoping for an easy escape.

"The winds have come again, Little Wolf," she stated in that odd voice she gets while almost in a trance. "Take care of yourself, and others around you. Beware. Something is brewing, and I know not what."

That said, she turned her gaze beck to the fire and I bound away. Oh what an interesting day this was going to be!

*****Sakura*****

I sat on the earthen floor, slumped against the stupid totem pole, almost positive I would get a headache if I stayed like this for much longer. I was saved when Syaoran entered the room once again, but was confused when I noticed the stupefied look on his face. Something was bothering him, and I didn't know what.

I was about to ask when he cut in first. "Come on. My mom said I could show you around."

As he started to untie me I gave him a questioning look. "Why did it take you so long? Did you have a run-in with Ling?"

By now my other arm and wrist was unbound so I massaged them together while he worked at my ankles. "No. My mother just wanted to…talk," he stated slowly, causing me to wonder if that was the truth and what his mother DID talk about if it was.

"Oh," I stated instead. When he was finally done with the last knot I shakily stood, dusting my deer-skin skirt off. "How is your mother? I haven't seen her since I was… what? Two?" I inquired, looking into his eyes as if to find the answer.

He hurriedly turned away. "You were three. It was when we went berry picking with my older sisters."

I sweat dropped. "Right. Now I remember. They were really picking on you weren't they?"

He gave me an I-cannot-believe-you look and raised his eyebrow. "They were picking on US." I stared, not understanding and then shrugged it off as he sighed exasperatedly.

"Anyway, they were laughing and goofing around and pinching my cheek…it was a nightmare! They kept calling me 'adorable' and 'kawaii.' Are they always like that?"

He started towards the tent flap, calling over his shoulder, "Worse. Now lets get a move on. You want to stretch your legs, right?"

I rushed over to him, not wanting to get tied down to 'that darn stick' again. I'd rather die than sit and rot!

"So, where to?" I asked, already feeling the affect of all my saved up energy. I laughed, twirling in a circle and I reached out to the sun and the birds, calling to them to give me strength and happiness. Their songs were wonderful and full of love. I actually felt warm for what seemed like ages. I let my hands drop back down to my sides and turned to Syaoran, who was looking directly at me. I smiled. "Well?"

He shook his head and averted his gaze. "Well, horseback riding is out of the picture, but if you want to see Thunderbolt…"

"Ooh! Please?!? I haven't seen him for ages!" He nodded his head and we started in the direction for the tether and stable area where the horses were usually kept. "May I see IceStar too? I know she's Meiling's, but I HAVE to see her! We get along so well together!"

Syaoran looked at me doubtfully. "You and the horse, or you and Meiling?"

I pretended to glare at him and was about to speak when someone answered for me.

"The horse, dummy. Meiling doesn't get along with ANYONE!"

We turned. "Yamazaki!" Syaoran threatened. He gave his small senseless smile. "Don't DO that!"

"Well?" He companion indulged, "Aren't you going to introduce us to the wonderful Cherry Blossom? We never have met formally."

Syaoran glowered. "What's to introduce? Besides, you already know her."

"Tsk, tsk, Syaoran. Where are your manners?" A second boy with blue hair inquired. I giggled, not realizing the scowl deepen on Syaoran's face. Before anything was said, Yamazaki interrupted.

"I am Yamazaki!" He practically howled, jumping between the other two and me. I flinched.

"Aww, look, you scared her," Came a voice from somewhere behind.

I whirled around, coming face-to-face with a girl about my age who had thick brown hair braided into pigtails. "W-who are you?" I managed to stutter.

She smiled. "You may call me Chiharu, all of my friends do."

I smiled genuinely back. "Thank you."

"No need to explain who you are. With your emerald green eyes I could tell from a mile away! You are the Cherry Blossom, Sakura, from the Kinomoto tribe, right?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Syaoran and Meiling speak a lot about you."

"Uh-oh." I stated, not liking the 'and Meiling' part.

"Don't worry, I don't judge until I meet a person, and the things she has said have gotten a lot better over the years."

"Whew," I muttered to myself. I turned back to the bot with blue eyes that matched his hair. "And you are?"

He grinned and Syaoran gave a snort. "Call me Eriol. Any friend of Syaoran's is a friend of mine!"

"Th-thank you."

"Well, are we going to the horses or not?" Syaoran wanted to know. I quickly nodded my head and we headed in that direction.

"You, know," Yamazaki stated as he put a finger up in the air, "Horses were the first mammals on earth, and they used to only eat meat. Since they'd kill, God punished them and now they stand on four feet and only eat grass and hay, serving the humans."

"Yamazaki…" Chiharu warned.

"Speaking of humans," he continued, but suddenly stopped when Chiharu smacked him up-side the head.

She sweat dropped. "Sorry about that. He lies… a lot!"

I blinked over at her. "That was a lie?" I asked.

Syaoran looked from one to the other, clearly have believing it as well.

Both Eriol and Chiharu sweat dropped as Yamazaki rubbed the large bump on his head. "Yes." She answered. "That was a lie."

"Oh," was all I could manage, still thinking about it.

"May we join you at the stables?" Eriol asked.

"No," Syaoran spat at the same time I chirped, "Yes!"

We looked at each other, Syaoran scowling and me confused. Why wouldn't he want his friends along?

"Thank you!" Chiharu exclaimed, a wide smile on her face as she looked in my direction.

It appeared that none of them paid any attention to Syaoran as he growled, glaring at the dusty ground while they trailed behind.

"So what do you mainly do for fun around here?" I questioned, looking at Chiharu since she seemed to most out spoken of the small group.

She grinned. "Horse-back riding, swimming in the river, hunting, archery, stone ball, and many other things. Some times we have festivals at night, and those are really fun! We dance around a bon fire while cooking wild boar and a certain group of people do the Feather dance. They wear masks with feathers and a special outfit just for the dance. Everyone watches as they dance in sync, none of them stepping off beat to the drums of missing a movement. It's quite breath-taking actually."

"Wow," I breathed. "We have something close to that that we call Night of the Rose. It has to do with…with all of our deceased loved ones." Seeing their expressions sadden I quickly added, "But we aren't supposed to be sad or depressed about it. It's a night where we celebrate and thank god for allowing those people to come in our life. We think of only the happy memories, and we dance, have a great feast of sweet breads and fruit of every kind. Everything id delicious! Some of the vegetables could be better though. It's also a time to think of love and happiness, so we don't only dwell on the past, but on the future as well. That's why we call it Night of the Rose. Roses are a variety of different colors and they all bloom at different times. That signifies the differences between people. The red rose symbolized the blood of the dead that will always be remembered, and the white rose signifies a new beginning of love and a long life. The other colors are for different things, it's hard to explain them all. I love celebrating it though. Everyone is always so happy. Last year Tomoyo…my cousin, and myself got to perform the White Rose ceremony. It's a soft dance that's very quiet, with slow deliberate movements in time with the other. Only two people dance together, mimicing the other with opposite movements. I had always longed to do it, and finally…last year, I received my chance, along with my very best friend."

"Wow," Chiharu breathed. "I wish I could have seen it. You should see Syaoran dance though! He has to perform the eagle dance every year. Actually, I think it's coming up soon, isn't it, Eriol?" She pointedly ignored Yamazaki as he opened his mouth, and the face-fell when she said Eriol's name instead.

I glanced at Syaoran's direction and he ducked his head, not looking in anyone's direction as his face took on a bright shade of read. I frowned and looked up at the sun. It wasn't that hot today, but he should really watch out for himself. Sunburns hurt, especially if you stay out too long.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, the festival shout be taking place in a matter of weeks. You better start practicing, Syaoran," he smirked. "I wonder if Sakura will be captured again by that time."

Syaoran glared. "Even if she was, she wouldn't be allowed to leave the tent to come and see it!" He snapped, face getting brighter by the minute.

I looked at him in concern. "Syaoran, are you sure you're alright? You don't have a fever…do you? My aunt taught me medicinal herbs…"

I placed a hand on his forehead and he automatically flinched, backing away. "I'm fine!" He shouted, not making eye contact.

Eriol chuckled, receiving a hard glare from his blushing companion. I tilted my head to the side, wondering what was going on.

"We're here!" Chiharu stated, trying to break the tension by changing the topic. "Oh, look! Naoko is here!" She ran ahead, into the wooden stable and rushed to a girl with thin, short dark brown hair. "What are you up to?" She asked conversationally.

Naoko smiled. "I was just saying hi to Peachblossom, here. The tribe elder is sick of telling me stories I think. Either that or she has run out of them," she added sheepishly.

Chiharu laughed. "Soon you'll be the one telling all the stories. You may have to make them up as well!" Her friend teased. "Oh, right! Naoko, this is Sakura of the Kinomoto tribe. Sakura, this is my friend Naoko. She's really in to scary stories."

My smile faltered at that. Did she say…s-s-sc-scary…stories?

"Hi." She said quietly.

"H-h-hi," I replied, more nervous than I had hoped for.

Suddenly she wasn't so shy anymore as her eyes napped open. She must have gotten an idea of some kind. "Hey! You're from a different tribe… do you know any scary stories that we may not know?" She leaned forward eagerly in anticipation, a huge smile on her face.

"Uh…um…n-n-not sc-scary stories. I'm sorry."

Her face fell, defeated. "Ah, that's all right. Maybe one day I could get captured." She sighed blissfully as her eyes stared off into a far-off place, clasping both of her hands together. "I can see it now! I'm traveling all alone…in the woods. I'm lost, and afraid. Suddenly, when I think all hope is lost… a branch snaps from behind! I whirl around only to realize that I'm surrounded, trapped in the middle of all these strong warriors as they close in on me! I scream!"

"AHHHH!" I clasped both hands over my mouth, eyes wide in fright. Had that just come out of my mouth?

Everyone turned to blink at me. I tried to smile in reassurance, but couldn't. How could someone make me terrified of my own tribe?!?

"Don't mind her," Chiharu said with a wave of her hand. "She gets like that sometimes."

I hadn't realized Naoko was still chattering away in a slow, low, mysterious voice, giving me the creeps.

"And then I'll learn a bunch of stories from the elder who sneaks in to sustain me and keep me alive, bringing food and putting herself in danger on my behalf. When I had just about given up, my love will come for me, trotting on a beautiful white mare. He'll shed blood for me, and rescue me, taking me back to my rightful tribe. And we'll live happily ever after, all of the tribe's children wanting to hear my story over and over as I grow old." There were stars in her eyes, which were quite freaky now that I came to think about it. I shivered. She looked like Tomoyo who had just made yet another outfit for me to try on. I still didn't know where she got all that material from. She made me this dear skin skirt and we never even ate any dear! I wonder if she traded for it…

"Didn't you want to see thunderbolt?" Syaoran asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

"Hm?" I asked, looking into his expectant gaze. "Oh! Yes, please."

He motioned me to follow with his hand. "This way."

The others followed, talking softly behind us as Yamazaki suddenly got hit over the head again. I shook my head. Why did she hurt him? He was only talking about how horses lost all their color, and that was why they turned white. I didn't know it was because they stayed out in the sun all day long. Mentally, I shrugged. Oh, well.

"Here we are," Syaoran said, motioning to an ebony horse with a light white star on its forehead. He snorted air out through his nostrils, shaking his head and swishing his tail. He was beautifully handsome. Strong, probably the fastest of the whole tribe's. You could tell Syaoran must have taken him out at least three times a day. I gave a low appreciative whistle.

"Well, aren't you the stud?" I asked, holding out my palm for him to smell and hopefully accept. When he blew air out once again I smiled. "You are definitely a good boy, now aren't you?" I turned to look at Syaoran and smiled. He looked at his horse with pride, which made me frown, but I quickly replaced it with a smile. Why shouldn't he be prideful? It took a lot of work to have a horse in as good a shape as this. I ran my hands up and down the length of Thunderbolt's legs, then checked his teeth.

"Wow," I said after a while. "I can't find one thing wrong with this horse! There isn't even a blemish on its coat!"

Syaoran grinned widely. "Let's just say I spend most of my time with him. He's my hunting horse, and he's one of my best friends."

I smiled truthfully this time. "I can tell."

He cleared his throat as the room grew silent. "Uh… didn't you want to see IceStar?" He asked a little uneasily.

"Yeah!"

Again the others followed us, once again talking away. "I should show you my horse," Chiharu was saying. "It's a gray mare. She's really quite lovely actually."

I nodded. I'd like to see all of the horses if they didn't mind. I loved them, as they could tell.

"She's a beauty too," Naoko commented. "IceStar and Peachblossom have the same father. Peachblossom is more of a red though, were IceStar is more of a golden."

"Wow, she is a beauty, isn't she?" I said, knowing right away which one IceStar was. I hadn't seen her for about a year now, and boy had she grown. "Come here, gorgeous," I called quietly, holding my hand out to her and clicking softly. I hope she remembers my scent, I thought briefly as she hesitantly made her way in my direction.

After sniffing my hand for what seemed like forever, I was starting to get a little antsy. She was big and strong, and there wasn't much between us that kept us separated. When she finally accepted me I sighed in relief, moving my hand up to run it down her long nose.

"What have you been up to for the past year?" I asked softly, and she whinnied in reply.

"Her mother died," came a sad, yet harsh voice from behind.

I yanked my hand away from IceStar and spun around, as did the others. Meiling stood their with a scowl on her face, but the pained expression eased the tension in the room.

"O-oh. I'm sorry, truly. I didn't know."

She sighed, averting her gaze as she nodded glumily. "It was a few months ago, but I know she can tell. She hasn't gone running with her mother for a while, and it's making her sad and depressed."

Curiosity got the best of me. Again. "What happened?"

"She died after giving breach birth," Naoko answered softly, her eyes also saddening. It was hard loosing a horse. They were like family to both the Kinomoto tribe and the Li tribe. Even more so for the Li tribe. They worked side by side with their horses, they fought together…they survived together. They hunted together, and relied on each other. That's why it was sad. Also, horses could sense when something was wrong, and can often go into a depression if things didn't start to get better. I knew how serious this was for all of them.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, not knowing what else to do. "Is the colt alright?"

"It's a girl," Meiling answered back, gaining a hard edge to her voice. "Its name is Buttercup, but I don't know if she's going to make it. If she doesn't… then things will be even harder for IceStar. I'm worried. If she stops eating or something because she's so sad…"

"Where is she?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing if they would allow me to see her.

Meiling regarded me with narrowed eyes. "I've been doing everything I can to help her, what makes you so sure you can save her."

I shook my head. "I just wasn't to see her."

After a heavy silence she finally relented. "She's in the back. Follow me."

We all followed silently, suddenly aware of the horses near-by being silent as well, as if they could tell. Towards the back of the stable, near the exit that had one large door open to emit light inside, was a pen filled with hay in one corner, where a thin Buttercup lay, her side heaving with every gulp of air she inhaled and then exhaled. Her eyes were open, but they were glassy, and roaming every which-way like a wild creature, afraid, and knowing death was close by. I sucked in a breath of shock and pity. It was worse than I had thought.

"Have you gotten her to feed? She needs milk desperately."

"I know. She won't accept any from us. We made a water-skin just for her and filled it with milk, but she spits the mouth of the bottle out of her mouth. She's scared, and weak. It's horrible." Meiling slammed a fist against the wood of the door. "It's not fair! Everything depends on her living, and it's as if she's already given up!" She had tears in the edges of her eyes. Everyone looked at her with sadness and pity.

"Hey, what's going on in here? You kids shouldn't be playing so close to the horses." A tall man entered through the back exit of the stable, a frown etched in his face. "These horses are important, and I don't want you startling them, you hear?" He growled out. Everyone tensed, staring up at the familiar man with wide eyes. He turned his disapproving scowl to the half-alive Buttercup and shook his head. "She's not going to make it. I'll have to take her out tomorrow if I have time."

Syaoran had tensed long before he said that, and now his hands fisted at his sides as he glared menacingly at the man before him. Meiling gasped, her eyes widening in shock and fear, yet horror and anger were the most evident, then disbelieving. "No! Uncle Ling—"

He shot her a warning glare as he tensed, fist for being contradicted, and second for being called uncle.

"I-I mean, Chief, please wait a few more days. A week! I still think that if I can get her to drink—"

"What makes you think the damned beast will drink now after you've been trying to get her to for more than a month?!? No! I'll have my way and that horrid creature will be killed on at the most… two days time! As soon as I have time to deal with the beast, I'll get rid of it!"

"No!" She cried out desperately, causing his face to go red in anger.

"You dare disobey me girl? You must learn to respect your elders! I am chief of this tribe and what

I say goes, you understand?!? Now get out of my face before I make you respect me!"

She ran from the room, hands fisted in anger as her two long ponytails streamed out behind her. Chief Ling snorted, then smirked, knowing he had the upper hand. Syaoran looked about ready to murder the guy.

"As for you nuisances… he continued, looking us over with a crucial gaze. I gulped, paling and wishing I could back away. I edged behind Syaoran a bit, deathly frightened. If he saw me…

Too late.

His eyes met mine and recognition triggered in his eyes immediately. "You!" He snapped, eyes hardening in pure anger and hatred. "What are you doing here? You're a prisoner!" He leapt in my direction, about ready to strike me down or grab me, I wasn't sure. I squeaked and did the one thing I always did.

Run.

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