A/N sorry for the long hiatus, I haven't updated in forever! No matter, I have decided to continue it, since the people I contacted never returned my emails on adopting the story, so assume they don't want it anymore. No matter, I will finish what I started, so here it is!

Dinner Disaster

Sakura sat down smoothing her gold and purple dress resting her wand over her lap. She rested her heads against the wall closing her eyes part way tears threatening to stain her cheeks. She didn't understand After all these years why now…why did the Hate Card choose to attack now? Syaoran stepped up to her.

"What is wrong Sakura?" He felt bad for her. He couldn't help but feel badly for her, he never realized how hard a life she had until now. Sakura died protecting this castle and even now she was still here keeping it safe and he could do nothing about it.

"Nothing, I'm fine, just tired from using so much magic lately." She gave him a half smile. It was only half a lie, she didn't want to trouble the mortals so much with her problems. Besides she had Kero to help her and the cards. "Shouldn't you be going downstairs fro dinner? I hear their serving turnkey, ham, and vegetables tonight along with mash potatoes.

"Why so much food?" questioned Meiling. "Is it for my Syaorans birthday?!? That's so nice, he finally gets what he disserves!"

"Uhh…not exactly." Sakura blushed, unsure whether to tell them about their latest guest at the dinner table. She had the power to know exactly what was happening in the castle, she wasn't sure if she should reveal this one. Perhaps it was best for them to find out on their own.

"Then what are you talking about Kinimoto? What's your problem anyway?" Meiling fumed balling up her fists. Sakura sweat dropped clutching her wand.

"Ha! Ha! You know what, I got to go have a…er…chat with Cerberus! We need to discuss important matters not involving you, mor…I mean people, bye! Bye!" Sakura smiled waving disappearing into a whirl wind of cherry blossom petals. Syaoran and Meiling peered at Tomoyo wondering what could possible be the cause of Sakura's peculiar behaviour. Tomoyo shrugged.

"I dunno what's gotten into her, it's not like Sakura to do that. I wonder what she's hidding."

"Her crush on Syaoran, obviously." Meiling whined crossing her arms. "That two- timer has run off to plot a way to steal my boy friend."

Syaoran turned around his face beat red. "I told you, I'm not your boy friend!" steam blasted through his ears as he huffed turning his back on his jealous cousin.

What's her problem? though Li. What makes her think I would ever have a crush on her??? She's too whiney, insolent, spoiled, loud, jealous, and a complete opposite of Sakura! Syaoran blushed. Did I just think that? I couldn't have just compared Meiling to Sakura like that, it's not like I have feelings for Sakura, she's just a ghost. I only feel bad for her, I don't…like Sakura…do I? Nah, I'm acting stupid.

Tomoyo and Meiling looked back at Syaoran watching him with his internal conflict.

"What's a matter with him?" Tomoyo whispered.

"Oh, Syaoran must be blushing cause he is thinking of our future wedding, don't worry about it, it's completely normal!" She waved off her hand smiling at Syaoran. "Right sweetie?"

"Uhh….huh." Syaoran continued to blush totally lost in his thoughts. Tomyo only giggled.

"Oh, is that so?"

All three companions headed downstairs into the dinner hall where several chefs and servants where setting up a banquette of a meal.

"What's going on?" Tomoyo looked around the large marble room with it's rich pink tapestries and long table. Syaoran had regained his composure taken aback by the sudden change of scenery. He looked around the room, the same room he had, had his birthday party in. Why where they suddenly making such a huge meal. was there a special occasion or something. Syaoran's mother entered the room glancing around.

"Did you make sure all was perfect?"

"Yes of coarse." a servant hurried past her carrying a large tray of forks and spoons. She turned around smiling at the three friends.

"Welcome. Did you not know tonight you are to meet my new suitor?" Syaran resumed blushing.

"You mean-?" he began.

"You have a boy friend!?!" Meiling went starry eyed, "Oh, Ms. Li! How exciting! What should I wear!?!"

"Nothing to get excited over dear, just some nice company, he's not exactly, a…a boy friend, just a very close male friend." She smiled serenely at her. "And don't worry, there is no formal attire this evening, just casual will do."

'Then why the great dinner Ms. Li?" She smiled at her.

"One must show their wealth every now and then." She turned around ending the conversation fanning herself in the warm room.

"Wow I wonder who he is?" Meiling sat in a vacant chair. "He must be handsome!"

A tall muscular man entered the room. He had brown smoothed back hair, and he was wearing dark blue jeans and a tight black shirt. He was the same brainless man Sakura had flipped with the garden hose. Syaoran face faulted, Tomoyo flinched, and Meiling drooled.

"wow…." She clasped her hands together. "He looks like he came straight out of a 90's movie! Guys looked so cute then!" Tomoyo stared at Meiling in wonderment. She never assumed Meiling to be the type to develop a crush at every man she sited.

"Well, I have arrived." he held out his arms as if to make his presents acknowledged to all.

"Well, hello there kids, happy birthday big guy." he gave a playful punch to Syaoran. How could she date this mucho steroid pusher! At this moment, Li decided to despise the man for ever coming near his mother. How did she have an interest in this lug? What an ass! is all that flashed through Syaorans mind. Tomoyo and Meiling greeted the man. Tomoyo pulled a seat for him beckoning him to sit down. He sat down smiling what seemed to be the fakest, biggest smile to Syaoran ever. He sat across from the man, and Tomoyo sat near him. Meiling seated herself next to him still drooling.

"Wow, you must work and train a lot!" She touched his arm, then withdrew her hand.

"Oh yeah, got to if you want me to protect big guys mother." Syoaran made a fist under the table loathing his new bestowed nick name 'big guy.' "Now don't get me wrong little missy, that big guy there did a good job protecting her fer now, but big man is here now!" He pumped his muscles showing off at the table. Syaoran un-balled his fist and gave him the finger under the table.

What the hell is he getting at. Who does he think he is talking in such a disgusting manner at the table. How dare he imply I can't protect my mother, she could protect herself more then that ass could ever protect her. What does she see in this guy??? I want one reason not to blast him with some of my magic…right…NOW!!! someone's hand touched his resting on the table.

"You ok?" Tomoyo asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling good."

"Maybe you should go upstairs?"

"Nah, I'll stay here for now and endure this nut. I don't want him to lay a hand on my mother."

"I see." Tomoyo looked at the man watching him juggle his spoon, fork and knife for Meiling. "He kinda is a little weird isn't he."

"Your telling me." They observed him juggle and drop his fork then grab his knife on the wrong end.

"Yoach! That little mother #%!!! Stupid little…thing!" He sucked on his thumb extracting the blood. "Gawd, that never happen' to me before, sorry about the cussing there little missy, hope I didn't frighten' ya or nothin.'" Meilign touched his hand.

"Do you need a first aid kit? Are you ok?"

"Naw! Ha! Just a little cut, nothin' to cry about!" he laughed slapping a hand down on her shoulder. Meiling seemed to fall out of her love trance. He was such a show off! Well, my Syaoran is better then him!

Yelan entered the room dressed in her authentic robes. Her fan was held up to her knows, her Chinese eyes darting over the room. She turned to the man she was supposed to be dating who had now thrown on a traditional red robe over her his clothing. He sat straight and stern at the table.

"What will we be eating tonight Yelan my dear?" Syaorans eyes nearly popped out of his face.

He's two faced! I can't believe him! Syaoran sat up straight at his mother sat down next to this man.

"Yu, we're having your favourite tonight."

"That's a lot of food and trouble to go to, thank you." He took Yelan's hand kissing it softly. "You're to good too me." Yelan blushed. Syaoran had half a mind to chuck his plate at this faker. He watched them get into conversation about the family and training. Syaoran could tell this man was a magic user too, not a good one, but he could perform spells.

"Dinner!" a butler in a crisp black suit came about with a little bell. he rang it and out came several servants carrying dishes. Turkey laid on a bed of lettuce, a mountain of mash potatoes with gravy poring over it, steamed vegetables on a bed of rice, a bowl of salad, and a huge plate of pasta with chicken strips laid over it. The smell was intoxicating.

God this is all his favourites? This man is a pig! Syaoran watched in astonishment as the man grabbed a little bit of everything filling up his plates. He started digging in chomping through his food.

"Amazing! Yum…sooo good!" Yelan wrinkled her nose hiding her face behind her fan. He slurped his spaghetti some of the sauce spurting onto her fan.

That's it, he's gone TOO FAAAAAARRRR!!! Syaoran good feel his temper rising, the blood running up his neck. Tomoyo watched him, picking at her pasta and chicken. She may not have known him for long, but she could tell he had a bad temper. Meiling was busy slurping her food not really noticing what Syaoran as doing. She had moved a seat away from Yu so she wouldn't get splashed with food.

Syaoran stood up angrily at the other end of the table slamming his hand on the wooden table knocking over his glass of wine splashing it over the white table cloth. It would leave a large stain.

"How dare you insult us with these table manners?" Syaoran bellowed. All the people in the room stopped what they where doing. "Is this how you treat my mother? You sit at our table and make a mess on both yourself and her? Are you a child? Must we feed you through a straw? What the hell-"

"That's enough, Syaoran!" Yelan stood up in all her elegance and power.

"Li Syaoran, how DARE you speak to a guest this way?" she pronounced every syllable with iron. "Go." She wave him off with her fan.

"But mother!"

"GO!" She threw him an icy stair forcing her son to bow his had in shame. He turned his back to make his agonizing exit. He could feel his mothers eyes piercing his back. As he stepped quietly to the stairs he good feel Tomoyo's sympathy and Meiling's shock. Syaoran took the first step. Then the second, then- the room began to shake. Pictures on the will began to sway, the tapestries flapped as if a cool breeze had swept over it. The chicken in the middle of the table swept forth crashing into Yu's face sending him flying backwards off his chair to land unconscious against the wall. The food was thrown against the walls the glass china smashing against shinning marble. Everyone ran away screaming from the disaster as servants where chased by flying cutlery. Meiling ducked under the table sobbing.

"Syaoran-KUUUUUN! SaaAAAAaave MeeeEEEee!!!!" She curled up bringing her legs to her face waiting for the crashing and screaming to stop. Tomoyo ducked under the table taking shelter.

"It's ok, it's only Sakura."

"What?!? That brat!" Meiling got up bumping her head on the table. "OW!" She rubbed the bump on her forehead. Suddenly all was silent. Syaoran turned around. The food was on the table, the cutlery returned. All that was missing was the turkey which currently was now located on Yu's face. Yelan had knelt next to him a magical shield blocking anything that could come near. Syaoran felt hurt his mother had chosen to protect this man then him. He turned around and ran up the stairs to his room.

Syaoran slammed the door sitting on his bed. He remembered the look on his mothers face and the way she had protected this jerk. Did she love him that much? A hand squeezed his shoulder, he sprang up to meet green eyes once again.

"Hello Syaoran." Sakura smiled. "Did I make you better by throwing a turkey at him?" She giggled Syaoran couldn't help but smile a little.

"Yeah I guess."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Syaoran laid down on the bed gazing at the ceiling.

"My moms in love with a jerk, she treats me like I'm nothing, Meiling is a twit, your brother wants to kill me over a sword, the Hate Card will cause trouble, and the guardian beast is a stuffed animal! What could be wrong?" Sakura tilted her head to one side.

"It's not that bad, you still have me and Tomoyo."

"Yeah I guess." He sighed.

"Come on, it's not that bad, Kero and I can take care of anything. Besides the Hate Card is locked up. All I have to do is replenish the magic holding it in, and all will be well."

"It's not that easy Sakura."

"If I can make it look like there was a disaster downstairs, then I can seal a silly card!"

"But-"

"No buts!" Sakura laughed. Syaoran smiled at her. "Get some sleep, and have sweet dreams Syaoran." Sakura turned around to leave.

"Sakura?"

"Yes?" She turned back to Syaoran. "What is it?"

"Do ghosts dream?" Sakura blushed at the question.

"Sometimes…."

"What's your dream?" He sat up watching her. She sat on his bed next to him.

"I always have the same dream" Syaoran nodded at her to continue. "When I dream I see myself dancing in a shower of flowers. Colours jumping at me from every corner cascading around me like a colourful rainbow. Then a man comes up to me. He bows and takes my hand and we dance together as beautiful music serenades us. Just as I peer at his face- I wake up. I could never see the identity of my dream man." Syaoran blushed laying his head on his pillow.

"What a girly dream." Sakura's blush depend.

"My only dream."

"I didn't mean it like that." Syaoran looked up at her apologetically.

"It's alright, you go to sleep." She smiled again, disappearing in a gust of pink petals.

"God night…Cherry Blossom.." Syaoran turned over falling asleep blushing.

A/N LOOOONG Chapter 5 pages actually! Well this sorta makes up for the delays in updates. C'ya! R&R I need the feedback. Chao!