I'm baaaack!!! After more than a year, I am back!! Excited too!! This is the final chapter to my story. It's taken me awhile to get back into the swing of things, but I think that this will be the best of what I've ever written in three years!! One thing for the reader though:

I have to apologize in advance if you don't like the ending at all. I don't want any one giving me mean comments. Besides the lesson of this whole fanfic is about infatuation and evil never mix. Well, enjoy reading.

Ps. I am moving ahead ten years again. So Syaoran is going to be speaking in past tense again. Sorry. It just adds to the fic and the purpose for my ending.

Chapter Six: I Had Won the Battle for That One Moment

I had asked her to marry me the day after we were reunited. It was the happiest day of my life when she accepted. That was what I thought for that moment. I remember coming back to Tomedea the week after and finding out that my mother was in town. I wasn't very happy the whole visit. My mother found out where I was staying and tracked me down while I was having a nice dinner with Sakura's family.

That was when my other side came out again. I was the angriest person in the restaurant and Sakura's father and brother were trying to hold me down, but I ended up giving them black eyes and each a broken arm. I jumped at my mother, but my cousin whom I didn't recognize blocked me. She was strong, but I was stronger and I ended up throwing her against the wall. Sakura tried to get away, but my mother stopped her and told her to stay and watch.

At that moment I stopped and looked to see where my mother was and found that she disappeared and Sakura was on the ground. I heard sobbing and then I saw a pool of blood surrounding her. The other people in the restaurant had left in fear because of my mother. My own mother had killed the only thing that had mattered most to me in the world besides the two children I had lost. I ran over to Sakura and she was still alive.

All I can remember from that moment on was when Sakura said,

"Syaoran... don't avenge my death. Let my... let my Onii-chan do it. Please... don't... don't be foolish and kill people again. Promise me... promise... Syaoran... I love..." and she was dead.

I had held her lifeless body for what seemed like an eternity. When I saw her emerald eyes close forever I was changed forever. I had never taken death seriously, I always thought of it as the fuel for my evil; now it was affecting me in a different way, I was crying for the first time in my life. As I held her in my arms for the last few moments before I would find a place to be alone, I remember burying my face on her dead body. I remember the smell of her blood pooling on the ground. I remember the pain I was in. I thought it was all over for me. I was wrong.

For weeks after her funeral, I had blamed myself; blamed myself that I should have died instead of her. I was always thinking why my mother had killed her of all people. Then it hit me, my mother took away my father, my childhood, my soul, she was the one that made me into who I was. So what I did was I went back home for the last time. Once I set foot back in Hong Kong, I remember how to speak Chinese again. I remembered what it was like to live in Hong Kong. I missed the busy open air markets, I missed the house I lived in for five years, and I missed my sisters. I knew I was angry that day I returned.

When I arrived at the mansion, the entire house stood still. I remember seeing the old faces from my few years of living there. One person recognized me and greeted me cheerfully, my eldest sister. She knew what I was there for and she took me straight to my mother, but before I could go into the room she said,

"Xiaolang, remember if you kill our mother we are all free, but you are to be the head of the house. Here use this; I was supposed to send this to you before you left." She handed me a sword that looked familiar from my dreams.

"This looks like the sword Mother gave to that cousin."

"And you're going to use it to kill her just the same as you killed all of those other people." she looked very serious.

"Sister, will you forgive me if I kill you someday?"

"Of course everyone forgives one time or another. It isn't impossible. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to leave you and Mistress alone. Best of luck Lone Wolf you will need it." she disappeared from my view.

Walking through that familiar door to that familiar room where my mother told me years before that I was going somewhere else. I wanted to destroy everything that made me who I was I wanted to destroy her. Upon entering, I saw the family portrait with me as a baby and my father; he looked happy, but something wasn't right about the infant in the portrait. It didn't look like me. The infant was a girl. It was my cousin. My alleged cousin was my sister. I saw another family photo and saw me. Then my mother came in from another room.
Ever since I could remember she always had an aura about her that would frighten me, but that day, I wasn't fearful of her presence, I was ready for the kill. Once she entered the room I had said,

"Any last words Mother before you die?"

"Your son isn't dead."

"You're lying."

"See for yourself." She opened a secret door behind her bookcase and there was a mirror image of me when I was eleven.

"It can't be!" I dropped my sword and ran over to the little boy.

He was frightened as I could feel as I embraced him, but he knew who I was.

"Daddy."

"Yes, I'm here. We're going to leave and never return." I looked back at my mother.

"You cannot take him with you."

"What are you saying? I can't take my own flesh and blood with me? How dare you!!" I picked up my sword and watched my mother fall to my feet.

I had killed my own mother for the purpose of seeking revenge. That was my whole plan; I never had the idea that my only living reminder of Sakura would be alive. But as I picked him up I heard my mother moan, she was still alive. I turned around to see and she was trying to pull the sword from her chest. I walked over and pulled it out hearing her scream. The whole house knew what was going on so they didn't bother to interfere. I just left and never looked back.

With my son in my arms, I just walked out of the door and headed for the airport. I didn't care where I would go at that moment; I just wanted to get him away from Hong Kong. That was when my whole life started over again. I was freed from my own mother and the pain that I felt when Sakura died was lifted as well. It was a good feeling then as it is now.

Ten more years passed and now, my son Sam, he's graduating out of college. I've told him for the past ten years that his mother was always thinking about him when she thought he was dead. I think that he still remembers what Sakura looks like from when he was just a little baby, but I may be wrong. I'm just glad he's not dead at all; my life would be worse if he hadn't been brought back into my life. Concerning my mother, I found out from an email after I had murdered her that she had her funeral. My eldest sister had visited me once to check on Sam, but from what I have heard recently she has been very busy with the family business.

Even if I had raised Sam as a single parent, I think it reminds me of Sakura. The only difference was that there was no sister for Sam. He told me all of the time that he always thought he had a sister. I couldn't tell him what happened to his younger sister. Or so I thought she was dead. I had received a letter in the mail three years after my mother's death and it was from my daughter Chance. She wrote to me telling me that she wanted to know who her brother and father were. So I replied and I took her home with me a month later.

The day I was reunited with my daughter was the day I felt completely at ease with life. She told me what happened to her. I had found out my mother kidnapped her and replaced her with a dead baby's body to make it look like she died. My mother was also responsible for the fake death of Sam and his adopted parents. I was somewhat angry, but I was happy to see my kids grown up.

And here ends my story of sadness and death and here starts a new story of joy and hope. I still think of my beloved Sakura where ever she is in the world. Now I have two of the best children a father can ever have.

The end

Okay, I don't think that this was the original ending I had in mind, but I think it is really good for now. So what did you think of it? Good ending for the freaky fanfic? It feels really great to actually get back into writing fanfiction after a year. So drop me any comments. And look out for my upcoming one (title still to be determined) for Evangelion. Ja ne