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[You guys, I've been neglecting my editor due to my psycho schedule.  SORRY!]

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"It's been weeks now, what are you waiting for?"

"Patience," a dark voice came from the shadows, "I know what I'm doing."

"I'm beginning to reconsider your assignment."

"I will have her, do not doubt that."

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Weeks passed as the four friends grew closer and closer by the day.  Winter break was just around the corner, and students all around the campus were cramming for their semester finals.  Everywhere you turn, study sessions, reviews and cram classes were taking place.  An abnormally high amount of caffeine was being consumed at this particular time of the year, and young people could be seen walking around like zombies as the professors seemed to grin in delight.

"Tomoyo…" Syaoran groaned from his spot on her dorm room floor, "I don't want to do calculus!"

She glanced up from her engineering textbook, her reading glasses sliding to the end of her nose as she looked over the rims to peer at her friend sprawled all over her floor.  "Tough luck hunny, you should pay more attention in class instead of sleeping or playing paper football with Taizo."

"But it's so boring!  How in the world can you pay attention to Professor Quack-a-lot?"

"Baah" she mumbled, sticking her nose back into her book.  "I need to study!  Go away!"

"But I can't," Syaoran replied, finding a hair straightener under Sakura's bed immensely interesting, "Eriol and Sakura are out at their study session and you're the only one here."

"Go call someone up then.  Bother them."

"That's not such a bad idea.  I think I'll call Taizo and the guys," he said, nursing his fingers that he accidentally pinched with the hair iron, "Adios then Tomoyo.  And God, your hair toys are freaken dangerous."

"Only to you dear, only to you."

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Eriol sat in the corner, leaning against the wall, staring lazily at the people walking by the window of their study session class.  Beside him Sakura sat straight, frantically writing down notes about English.

"…And that is all you have to know about what is in your English final.  Good luck," the student teacher finished, straightening out her papers.

With a sigh of relief and dismay, Sakura put away her stuff, and then poked Eriol in the shoulder. 

"I hope you don't plan on photocopying my notes, 'cause you, very well could have taken the notes down yourself," Sakura reproached, speaking in English.

"Aww, Sakura!  Why I can not copy your note?" Eriol asked back in English, his grammar a little off.

"You can't copy my notes because you did nothing through the whole session!"

"Please?  I did take notes….in my head," he begged speaking back in Japanese.  All that English was giving him a headache.

"Fine…But only this once, buster," Sakura answered.

"Let's get back now.  Syaoran just texted me and said that a bunch of us are going to go play ball when I arrive."

Sakura laughed.  "I've never seen you guys play basketball before.  I have got to see this!"

In a few minutes, the two reached their dorm and were on their way down the hall.  Sakura decided to drop by Eriol's place to say hi to Syaoran.  When Eriol opened the door, the two immediately sweatdropped.

"G'damnit!  I had you right there!"

"Hah, eat dust, Princess Peach."

"How come I have to be the princess?"

"I won, fuck yah!"

Four huge guys were cramped on the floor, playing Mario Carts on Play Station.

Syaoran was sitting on his pillow, watching the game and laughing.  Taizo was complaining for being stuck with the pink princess.  "I wanted to be Yoshi," he whined. 

Syaoran and Eriol had met Taizo in their business class and immediately hit it off.  He was a tall 19 year old Japanese boy with light brown hair and friendly crystal blue eyes.  Sakura met him many times, and she thought he was really nice.  Tomoyo had calculus with Taizo, as well as Syaoran, so she knew him pretty well.  His friends were just as nice as him, but they never were around much.  Eriol and Syaoran knew them though, and from what Sakura heard, Taizo, Syaoran, Eriol and Taizo's friends were pretty close.

"Hi Sakura!  W'sup Eriol!" Taizo greeted them, finally noticing the two standing stupidly at the doorway.

Sakura laughed.  "Hi Taizo!  So you're a pretty princess, huh?" she said as she walked over the guys lying on the floor.

"That's Princess 'Peach' to you," he retorted as his friends chuckled.

"Hey Syaoran," Sakura said, finally reaching him after climbing over the guys.  "I heard your going to play ball.  Can I watch?"

"Of course," he said, wrapping her in a hug.  "By the way, that is Taizo, who you already know, " he said, pointing at his friend who was quietly trying to switch controllers with his buddy next to him so he didn't have to be princess, "And those are the guys."  Sakura laughed as Taizo got bonked in the head after getting caught.

"Hey guys, say hi to Sakura!"

The group of guys finally looked up and noticed the beautiful girl standing to the right of him.   A chorus of "Hello Sakura," "'W'sup Sakura," "hi," and "I already said hi!" (The last one being Taizo) was heard.

"I'm Mike," a guy with spiked black hair said from the ground.

"I'm Pao," another guy said, a beanie covering his jet black hair.

"And I'm Jin," an orange haired guy said, smashed between the other two, all three of them fighting for more space on the cramped floor.

"Hi guys, what are you all up too?"

"Well Sakura, after I kick Pao's ass in Mario Carts, we're off to play basketball," Taizo supplied.

"You're never gunna catch up to me, princess," Pao said, pressing a series of buttons. "Hah!  That's what I thought!" Pao's Yoshi was celebrating at the finish line.

"Damn," he muttered.  "It's the heels that slowed me down!"

Twenty minutes later, Sakura managed to drag Tomoyo out to the courts in front of the dorms to watch the guys play.  There were 2 minutes left in the game, and both teams were tied.  Eriol, Taizo, and Jin were on defensive, and Syaoran, Pao and mike were on offensive.  With a fake to the right, Pao was able to get past Eriol and shoot a three pointer from half court before the time was up.

The girls were just about to get up and leave when Eriol opened his big mouth.

"Best out of five?"

"You're on!"

"Sakura!  They're playing best out of five!  That means if we stay, we'll be here until all four games are completed.  Let's go," Tomoyo whined.

"Alright, alright," Sakura said, "but we are not going back to the dorms!  You have been studying entirely too much!"

"Hai, hai!  Just as long as we don't have to sit on these grungy bleachers," Tomoyo said, scooting away from a piece of blackened gum smashed onto the bench next to her.  "Mall?"

"Mall it is," Sakura agreed.  "Hey guys, we're leaving.  Call the cell if you need us block-headed retarded hormonal driven cows!" she hollered, knowing perfectly well that none of them actually heard her.  Hey, they'll figure out where they went.

"So how was the study session?"

"Eehh...same old, same old," Sakura answered, "But Eriol really needs to learn how to take his own notes," she grumbled.

"You should see him during engineering," Tomoyo laughed.  "I'm surprised the professor hasn't kicked him out yet."

The two decided to walk over to the mall, since neither of them actually had time to exercise since it was almost finals.  It wasn't too long of a walk, but long enough.

"Hey, how about we visit Oniji-san?  We haven't visited her since she gave us those dresses!" Tomoyo said.

"Oh yah!  I feel bad.  We just took the dresses and only came back once, and that was about a month ago!  Maybe we can bring her to dinner or something," Sakura suggested.

"Yah.  She seemed lonely the first time we saw her.  I wonder if she has any family here."

The girls finally reached the mall, determined to find their old friend Oniji-san and treat her out to dinner.

"Okay Tomoyo, let's go!" Sakura said, walking to the right.

"Alright!" Tomoyo answered, walking to the left.

After taking three steps in their own directions, they realized they were walking alone.

"Tomoyo!!!  Where are you going?!  The dress shop is this way!" Sakura called out, pointing to the right.

"No it's not Sakura!  It's this way!" Tomoyo exclaimed, pointing to the left.

"No it's not!"

"Yah it is"

"It's this way!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Ya huh!"

The two girls continued to bicker with each other, yelling across the six feet gap between them.  Shopper's sweatdropped as they walked around the quarreling pair, neither of the two budging from their place.

In the midst of their dispute, Sakura's cell phone went off.  "Hold on Tomoyo, someone's calling."

"Okay!" Tomoyo said, standing patiently in the middle of the busy walkway.  When Sakura was through talking she walked over to Tomoyo and sat on a bench.

"Syaoran just called," Sakura began. "He said they quit after the second game because Pao and Mike forgot they had a cram session.  Eriol and Syaoran are on their way here."

"Oh!  Well then, should we wait for them?"

"Let's go eat first, and then shop around.  We'll figure out where Oniji-san's place is eventually."

"Aright, I'm feeling…pork buns, what about you?"

"Umm...I think I'll just stop by Starbucks and pick up a caramel frap."

A little while later, Tomoyo and Sakura were wandering around the mall.  Tomoyo was munching on a pork bun while Sakura slurped up her caramel frappuccino.  They couldn't really go shopping since most of the stores didn't allow food and drinks.  [A/n: don't you just hate that?]

"WAH!!!  I told you it was to the right!"

"What are you talking about Sakura?!  We're left of the door, you dolt!"

In the distance stood the little dress shop, owned by Oniji-san.  Before the two could start a full on debate, Tomoyo's cell went off.  Checking the caller ID, she answered.

"Where are you Eriol-san?" At first, Tomoyo didn't hear anything except female giggles and some squeals. "Eriol...?!"

"Ahh!  Tomoyo!" A harassed sounding Eriol came across the line. "You have to help us!  A bunch of brainless girls are stalking Syaoran and me, and where ever we go, they follow!" 

Tomoyo laughed as Sakura leaned in to listen to the conversation.

"Seriously Tomoyo, I already have Syaoran talking in Chinese to these air heads!" And in the background, Syaoran could be heard cursing in Mandarin.

This time, both Tomoyo and Sakura laughed. "Okay, okay, we'll come and get you, but you have to promise to go to dinner with our friend Oniji-san," Tomoyo said, giggling.

"Yes yes!  Just hurry up!  We are in front of the fountain.' And Eriol clicked off.

"Isn't it strange how all the funny things happen near the fountain?" Sakura asked as they made their way to the fountain.

"Must be where the losers congregate.  I bet you they're from the Academy" Tomoyo snickered.

When they arrived at the fountain, their eyes bulged.

"Wow, Eriol wasn't kidding," was all Tomoyo could say.  Girls were hanging off of each of the guys' arms, as they batted their eyelashes at the two and omitted fake laughs and high pitched giggles.  Eriol was trying to keep a girl out of his hair by swatting her away and Syaoran was unsuccessfully trying to kick a girl off his lap.  Tomoyo and Sakura could only laugh.

"I get Syaoran, you get Eriol?" Sakura said, making her way towards her friends.

"Yup," she answered.

Sakura sauntered over to Syaoran, swinging her hips and twirling her hair around her index finger. "Hey hunny," she bent down to his ear, "What're you doing?"

"Girls…me….on…away," he stuttered, plastering a purely comical look of terror on his face.  The girls glared at Sakura, immediately stopping their current activities.  Sakura took that chance to brush of the girl trying to sit on his lap and take the seat herself.  She raised her arms to encircle his neck, and laid her head on his chest.  Syaoran's arms immediately hugged her waist with a death grip. "Play along," she whispered quietly in Mandarin, causing him to grin that sexy grin of his.  'No wonder these girls are clinging to him' Sakura couldn't help but think.

"Who are these hoes?" she answered, staring at the glowering girls. "I hope you're not going behind my back."

"Oh, of course not darling.  I'm all for you," he whispered huskily, loud enough for the girls to hear.  Little did Sakura know there was truth behind these words. 'Weird....' Syaoran thought.

"You promise?" Sakura tilted her head to the side and stared up at his warm brown eyes.  Inside, Sakura was feeling something she had never experienced before. 'Whatever this feeling is, I like it,' she thought.

"Promise." Syaoran stared down at the angel in his arms and just gave up to his impulses.  He dipped his head down and placed a sudden, tender kiss on her lips.  Warning bells sounded in his head. 'What the hell am I doing?!'  By now the girls had evacuated the premises, seething with anger.

When the small (But meaningful) kiss ended, Sakura had to calm her frazzled nerves.  'Breathe, girl.  Breathe,' she told herself. 'It was just an act.  Just an act.'  "Err, well, I guess we should get going now," Sakura said slowly, standing up from his lap.  Syaoran immediately agreed, standing up with her. "Eheh, uhhh, well that was fun though, wasn't it?" Sakura said, lightening the mood.  She turned to her left and continued, "Those girls were – holy geebus!"

Eriol and Tomoyo were sitting on a bench, sucking face.  Sakura and Syaoran could only gape.  Syaoran had the grace to blush.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Sakura asked pulling at her non-existing collar for effect.

"No, I think it's because of them," Syaoran answered.  "Get a room you two!" he bellowed at the tongue dueling duo.

Tomoyo and Eriol jumped in surprise, their faces turning redder by the minute.  A few seconds and their faces probably would have exploded!

Sakura raised a delicate eyebrow at the reddened pair. "I don't want to know.  Well, not right now anyways."  She grabbed Syaoran's hand and started walking towards the dress shop, but then stopped and turned around at the two. "Oh, and Tomoyo dear, you and I are going to have a long talk tonight!" she chirped. "Now let's go, we can't keep Oniji-san waiting!"

Ten minutes later, Sakura and Tomoyo were behind Syaoran and Eriol, pushing the reluctant males into the dress shop.

"You promised!" Tomoyo whined, putting on her best puppy dog face.  Eriol groaned.

"Yah Syaoran-kun!  Next time I'm not going to help you out when a hoard of girls get to you" Sakura pouted. Reaching the glass doors, the girls managed to push the guys in.

"Oniji-san!" the girls squealed, spotting the old woman bent over, examining a dress.  They raced towards the old lady and enveloped her in a huge hug.  . At the first the old lady looked beyond confused, but when she realized who had attacked her, she laughed.

"Oh Girls!" she laughed, "Hello!"

"Konnichiwa Oniji-san!  We're so sorry we haven't stopped by more often."

"Yah, our schedules are just so hectic.  Sorry dear," Sakura added.

"No, no.  It's okay.  I understand.  So how are you guys doing?  School going alright for you two?"

The three women chatted and caught up with each other, while the guys where standing awkwardly a little behind the girls.

"Yo, Eriol," Syaoran whispered, "Check this thing out," he said as he pulled at a huge hoopskirt gown, "I think they accidentally left a hula hoop in there."

Eriol snickered. "Look at this one," he said, pointing at a red skimpy dress on a hanger next to him, "I think they forgot to sew on the rest of the material."

"Whoa.  Hold up," Syaoran said, "What is this?!" to the right of him was a tiny halter top.  He picked it up, turning it every possible way, trying to figure out where it goes.

"Maybe it's a sash?" Eriol asked, grabbing the scrap of clothing. "This can't possibly be a shirt, that's all I'm saying."

The two guys continued to study it, trying to figure out where a girl would wear that. To them, it was probably the most interesting thing in the world.

"Umm, girls?  Who are they?" Oniji-san asked, signaling at the two guys, toying with a halter top.  Sakura and Tomoyo laughed at their lost expression.

"Oh, those are our friends.  They live right next door to us so we're always together," Tomoyo said.

"Always together, eh?" Oniji-san said with a sly wink.

"No, no!  Not like that!" Sakura said, seeing where the conversation was leading. "Well," she thought again, "Not like that for me anyways.  Tomoyo's another story."

Tomoyo blushed. "Ehehe, well ANYWAYS, I think we should introduce you three," She said as she dragged the seamstress towards the guys.

"Guys, this is Oniji-san," Sakura said, pointing to her, "And Oniji-san, this is Syaoran," Sakura continued as Syaoran shook her hand and smiled, "And that is Eriol," she finished, "And for some odd reason he's holding a halter top."

"Nice to meet you young men," Oniji said, smiling adorably at the two.

"Thanks, and you too," Eriol said.

Syaoran spoke up next. "Uhh, not to be nosy or anything, but what is this?" he asked, pulling the piece of clothing from Eriol's grasp.

The women laughed again, as the guys looked on in puzzlement.

"It's a shirt!" Sakura said, taking it, "Well, sort of.  It's a halter top."

"You lie!" Syaoran said, "That doesn't even cover anything!"

"Yah it does!!" Tomoyo said.

"Prove it then," Eriol challenged.

"Here, Sakura, you do it, I can't because I'm wearing dress," Tomoyo said, handing it to Sakura.

"Man, the things I do for you guys.  I'll only do it if you pay for dinner then." Sakura said with a smirk.

"Fine, fine," Syaoran said, "It's my turn to pay anyways."

A minute later, Sakura was in the dressing room once again. "Holy!  Wow Oniji-san, this is really pretty and all, but this doesn't really cover much" Sakura said from inside the dressing room.

"I want to see!" Tomoyo said!  The guys agreed, convinced that it wasn't a shirt at all.

"Okay, but I'm warning you.  There better not be any small children around here." She joked as she opened the door and stepped out.

Tomoyo whistled, Oniji-san grinned, and the guys gawked.  Sakura was standing in her gray pants with the halter top on.  It was a light pink and stopped three inches above her belly button.  It was skin tight and came down into a low v-neck.  The shirt was somewhat backless, save for a piece that tied in the back, and there was another strap tying it up around her neck.

"Uhh, okay, I'm changing now!" Sakura announced, feeling a little embarrassed at standing there commando and with very little covering her upper area.

Thirty minutes later, the group was heading towards a nice little Japanese cuisine.  Oniji-san observed the group loosely with interest. 'These kids' she thought with a wistful sigh, 'They will get so far together.  I hope they realize that.  They were meant to be together.'

"Oniji-san!  Why are you back there?" Eriol said, putting an arm around the old lady, "You're just as 'hip' as us college students!"

That caused her to laugh. "Of course, despite the 40 year age gap."

"'Age ain't nothin' but a number'" Syaoran quoted, throwing his arm around her other shoulder.

'Oh Clow-san,' she thought, staring up at the moon peeking through the sky, 'If only you could see your children now.  You should be so proud at how they turned out to be.'

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Hmm...I wonder how Oniji-san knows Clow?...hahaha

Wow, I finally finished the chapter. Haha. I started this chapter a looong looong time ago but never really had the time to finish it.  Hope you liked it. I know there's not really a huge bad-ass villain terrorizing the group, but eventually I'll right it in. Hah.

Yah, a lotta people are tell'n me I cuss a lot. Sorries people. I limited the profanity on this chapter. Hooray! ;') 

Please, please review! It makes me write faster! Oh, and if you have time, check out the new story I started out! It's about Sakura being raised in an abusive orphanage. She's 19 in the story, and she goes back to comfort the children. She meets Mei Lin and gets sucked into her family business of modeling, headed by the serious and young Li Syaoran. Quite an adventure. ;')  Syaoran doesn't like Sakura at first, but she grows on him...

Anyways, REVIEW! PLEASE?!