Name: Yukimi the Ice Goddess.

Title: Heartbreak part 3.

Konnichiwa! This is Yukimi reporting again. I'd like to thank people for reviewing. I must be getting popular, I'm attracting more readers! grins

Don't mind my blabbering. CCS does not belong to me.

Enjoy!

Sakura got up steadily. She decided to take up Syaoran's offer and go down to eat dinner with them. As she got up, she felt a sharp painin her leg and winced, nearly collapsing from the pain. When she looked down to see what was causing it, she saw a large slash on her leg.

"The wolf must have torn it," she whispered. She tested her leg out. She could still walk, so she got her balance back and went to join the two men.

"Ah, Sakura!" The grandfather said. "I was hoping you would come on down. Are you sure you feel up to moving?

Sakura shook her head and smiled. "No, I'm fine. Just a little wobbly," she said. She caught Syaoran's eye and smiled, making him blush furiously.

"Just in time, we just finished making dinner. Sit down," the old man said.

During dinner, the old man bombarded Sakura with questions about her life. Syaoran spent the whole meal staring at his plate, not daring to look up. "He never misses a chance to embarrass me," he thought rebelliously.

"How old are you, Sakura?"
"I'm fourteen tomorrow, sir."
"Ah, born on April Fools Day, eh?"
Sakura blinked. "Hoe? April Fools Day?"
The man chuckled. "That's the day that everybody plays tricks on each other. Maybe your family didn't celebrate it because it's your birthday."

Sakura sighed sadly. "Maybe so," she mumbled.

At this, Syaoran looked up, worried. "Now you did it!" He whispered accusingly at his grandfather. He got up and walked over to Sakura.

When he got over to her chair, she looked up, sniffing. He was holding a flower in his hands.

"A cherry blossom?" Sakura mumbled.

"I found this earlier. I thought I'd put it somewhere, but..."

Sakura giggled. "What's so funny?" the boy stammered.

"It's nothing," Sakura said, still giggling. The boy was always trying to make her feel better. She accepted the flower with a smile on her face.

Later, Sakura went back up to her room. She was wondering of all things about April Fools Day. "I've never heard of it..." she thought, puzzled. "This is a stupid thing to think about, not knowing if my family will ever come back..."

"Hey," Syaoran said from the doorway. Sakura jumped, startled out of her reverie.

"Sorry, you scared me," she said, trying to calm her beating heart.

Syaoran sighed. "I'm sorry...about my grandfather," he said. "I know he didn't mean to make you sad."

Sakura shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It's fine." She put a puzzled face on. "But, what is April Fools Day all about?"

Syaoran pulled a face. "You really don't know? I thought you were joking."

"No, I don't," Sakura said, annoyed now.

"It's a day where people try to trick others. I don't know exactly how it started." He sighed. "Ji-san always celebrates it. He pretends that his head was cut off or something. Just to warn you, he may do something like that tomorrow."

Sakura nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

"That's not funny, Ji-san!"

Just as Syaoran had predicted, his grandfather had covered the neck hole in his shirt with ketchup and hidden his head inside. Sakura screamed with fright before she remembered what day it was.

"All right, all right!" Syaoran's grandfather grumbled. "I suppose comedy isn't appreciated around here."

"You scared Sakura out of her wits!" Syaoran yelled. Sakura decided that she should leave the room quietly.

"Okay, cool your head. I forgot you were in love with her."

Syaoran blushed and looked around to see if Sakura was still there before whispering, "I'm not in love with her!"

"Then why whisper?" Syaoran turned an even deeper red. His grandfather pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "Here, give this to her for her birthday and say it's from you."

It was chocolate. Chocolate was very scarce this time of the year. "It had better not be a trick..."

His grandfather laughed. "Don't worry, boy, it's not poisoned. I just want her to get something for her birthday. We'll be taking care of her until her parents come back."

Syaorangave his grandfathera rare smile. "I'll give it to her then," he said.

"Ah! It's chocolate!" Sakura squealed with delight. "Thank you, Syaoran-kun!"

Syaoran blushed. "It's nothing," he mumbled.

Just then, the old man stuck his head in the door. "Oh, you got a present! What a kind boy my grandson is." He winked asSyaoran glared at him.

"Well, I'm going out to work. I'll be back in an hour," he said. Giving Syaoran one last thumbs-up, he left the house.

"Where is he?"

The old man had not shown his face all day. Syaoran was getting worried. "I'm going to go look for him," Syaoran said. "Don't leave the house."

Sakura shook her head violently. "No, I'll come with you! I don't want to be alone here!"

The two made their way through the forest outside Syaoran's cabin. There was something in the air that the boy couldn't quite place.

When they rounded the corner of a hedge, Syaoran yelled. "JI-SAN!" The same wolf that had attacked Sakura was standing before the limp form of Syaoran's grandfather.

"Get away from him!" Syaoran pulled out a small throwing ax from his pocket and threw it toward the wolf, cutting its ear off. It let out a pained howl before running through the forest.

"Syaoran, your grandfather..." Sakura whispered, horrified.

The boy knelt down next to his elder, shaking him. "Come on, Ji-san...get up..." He waited for his grandfather to say, "April Fool!" Just like he always did... But he never said a word. He never moved.

Syaoran never cried. He considered sadness to be a weakness. However, seeing his grandfather on the ground, bloody from the wolf's attack, brought something from him.

...a single tear.

That tear coursed down his cheek and onto his grandfather's still form. "Ji-san..." he muttered.

Sakura could only stare in shock at the tragedy that occurred. "He saved my life," she thought, gazing at the man's corpse. "I would have been like that if he hadn't saved me that night."

She stood up and took something from out of her hair. It was the cherry blossom that Syaoran had given her.

"Here," she said, giving the boy the flower. "He needs it more than I do."

Syaoran stared at her wordlessly. "Thank you," he said.

I hope I didn't make this too grim...

Anyways, that's all for part three. Please review!