Disclaimer: Sadly (T.T), I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of its characters, demo, I do own Emerald Star & Sycian de Corseta. Sojin & Diantre also belong to me. If you wish to use any of the four characters, please e-mail me at darkrubymoon@hotmail.com or state it in your review. Thank you and enjoy the fic!

"Damnit!" His hand flew down onto the desk in a tight fist as his aura flared. "This is the second time he's cut off our shipments and killed our workers!!" His eyes blazed as the door to the study opened.

Frowning, he watched as the maid who had reported the incident to him bow and exit the room. His gaze then shifted to the young woman standing before him. Sighing quietly, he flicked his hand at her while turning his chair around slowly. "Did you dismiss her?" he said calmly, the anger in his voice gone now.

"You were being too hard on the girl." The young woman sat on the desk, looking out through the large glass windows at the vast land beyond. "It isn't and wasn't her fault that we lost our workers and shipments."

"We need to do something about them..." he grumbled under his breath. After a few seconds, he sighed quietly once more. "Something you need to talk about...?"

"The Orb has been lost for 10 years," she stated calmly, glancing at him. "The 11th Anniversary is approaching. It shall be here in a fortnight."

"I know..."

"We must choose our representative."

"Who do you have in mind?"

"Do you really want to know?"

This last statement threw the young man off-guard. His amber eyes searched the emerald-colored eyes of the young woman in front of him, looking for an answer or answers, but unsuccessfully finding none. "Sakura, who do you exactly have in mind?"

The young woman named Sakura smiled warmly at him, "I believe it is time for your training session with Emerald." She got on her feet and kissed him quickly, "Have fun at training, Syaoran, and try not to think too much about the representative for the Anniversary."

Syaoran did not bother to stop Sakura as she left the room, a look of curious confusion on his face. He then smirked and shook his head, making strands of chocolate-colored hair fall into his face. "She seems to be in a good mood today."

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"A storm is approaching." Her violet eyes searched the sky for any sign of sunlight as the tall, dakr form behind her sat in a high-backed chair the color of blood. Her pale hands were pressed to the cool window pane.

"We have not had a storm in a while..." The smooth, English accent traveled through the young woman's ears as she turned to face him. "It shall be pleasant, no?"

"Of course," she bowed respectfully before standing up straight and kissing him. She moaned softly but kept kissing him as he pulled her into his lap, feeling herself get pressed to him as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

"Ugh, don't you two ever stop kissing..." a voice piped as a small, golden stuffed animal with angel wings floated into the room, sitting on the top of the chair. He looked down scornfully at the two lovers, "Get a room..."

The young man broke away from the woman and smirked, kissing her forehead before letting go of her. "Just showing my affection, Keroberos..."

"Right..." The stuffed animal named Keroberos watched the young woman get onto her feet and smooth her dress out. "Nakuru wanted to talk to you about your latest outfit designs, Mistress Tomoyo."

The woman looked up at her name, her violet-gray hair resting on her shoulders, "Nakuru? What is the matter?"

"Something about revisions or new ideas..." Keroberos shrugged carelessly, floating towards the window. "A storm, eh?"

"Yes. Isn't that wonderful Kero?" Tomoyo smiled and took Keroberos, now known also as Kero, into her arms. "It has been so long since there has been one, so I'm looking forward to it."

"As you always are, Mistress Tomoyo." Kero stated.

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Sitting on top of the roof was a tall, dark form. His hair was flowing behind him as he played carelessly with a knife in-between his fingers. His dark eyes went across the grounds, looking for any signs of unusual movements.

The coat and shirt he wore were splattered in blood. The blood had dried but still looked fresh. The edges of his hair were also caked in dried blood. He licked his teeth, his tongue going over his fangs as he wiped the blood off.

Taking up a bottle laying near him, he took a quick and long swig of the dark contents before tossing it over the edge, not caring where it landed. He licked his lips in satisfaction, a small smirk seeming to come onto his face.

With one move, he was on his feet. The wind coming from the approaching storm blew his coat and hair all around him. At his side could be seen a long sword that was sheathed. Walking a few steps towards the edge, he let out a breath before jumping off, doing a somersault in mid-air before he was lifted up quickly. He soared into the sky as his powerful black wings took him into the center of the storm. His form disappeared in the darkness of the clouds as a bolt of lightning shot through the sky.