A/N: I finally recovered from my fever/migraine which I had been having for the past two days. I know I said December but, honestly, this fic is so much easier to write than Perfect NOT - it's complicated to write that I don't know how I manage it without going crazy yet.... Lol ... Anyways, reply to the reviews, just four but at least I got some right?:

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By: dream-eater-is-hungry

Syaoran's POV

I felt myself rooted to that very spot on the doorstep, her words slowly sinking into my mind.

"...doesn't live here anymore... moved to the States"

I was dumbfounded. I suddenly felt dizzy or rather nauseous. This isn't happening. I tried pinching myself, convincing myself that this was all a nightmare I'd soon wake up from. But aside from the quickly reddening spot on my arm where I had pinched myself, nothing happened.

"Are you sure?" I asked the old lady, my voice shaking.

"Yes, my boy," she answered quietly, as if apologetic.

"Thank you very much..." I replied, forcing a smile before turning to leave.

I dragged myself outside the gate, looking back at the house which was once where Sakura lived. Taking a last glance, I clambered back into the taxi, instructing the driver to drive me to my residence here in Japan.1

It wasn't long before a very familiar house greeted my line of sight. A slight smile tugged at my lips. I might've been born in Hong Kong but this was where I spent the best years of my life. This was home.

The taxi cab came to a stop. I stepped out of the vehicle, my luggage at my feet. It's good to be back.

I carried my baggage and headed to the front door. I fished out my keys from my pocket and was about to let myself in, when, suddenly, the door swung open and a familiar face greeted me.

"Welcome home, Master Syaoran," Wei, my butler, greeted, at the same time bowing.

I smiled. "It's nice to see you again, Wei."

I marveled at the sight of the house's interior. It is still as I remembered it. Nothing has changed.

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After settling in, I went out to get some fresh air. I toured the town, familiarizing myself again with Tomoeda. As I passed by Maki's novelty shop2, I saw a familiar face walk out of the door.

"Lee!" she exclaimed. In her surprise, she almost dropped the paper bag that she was carrying.

"Tomoyo..."

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"So how have you been, Lee?" Tomoyo asked, taking a sip from her iced tea.

After our unexpected meeting, Tomoyo had suggested to do a little catching up. Right now, we were in a cozy outdoor cafe, enjoying some iced teas on this warm summer day.

"Fine... and you?" I replied, the usual gruffness gone from my tone of speech.

"I'm fine..." was her cheerful answer, but her eyes betrayed the smile that she was wearing.

I looked away. "I already know, Tomoyo...about Sakura I mean..." I said, my voice soft, "you don't have to pretend that everything is alright..."

She sighed. "I'm really sorry, Syaoran..." she apologized.

"No need to apologize, Tomoyo. It's not your fault" I reassured her. 'Rather, it was mine... that's why she's gone..." I thought glumly.

Tomoyo must've sensed my guilt for she had reached out to squeeze my hand. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, silently grateful for her gesture. Suddenly, she opened her shoulder bag and was fishing for something inside. She took out a pen and began scribbling something at a piece of napkin. After she was done, she handed this to me. I looked at her questioningly. She just smiled.

"I think what you really need right now, is a relaxing vacation, don't you think? I hear it's pretty nice in the States this time of year... I have a friend over there... I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you drop by and visit... Tell her I said hi, okay?" she said.

This made me smile. "Thank you, Tomoyo..."

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Sakura's POV

I sat on the soft bed in my room, admiring the bouquet of flowers that had just been sent to me a few minutes ago.

As I read the short love letter that came along with it, a small smile graced my lips. I stood up and walked towards my study table across the room. I opened the side drawer and took out a small tin box where I keep my different mementos. I tried pulling its lid but it wouldn't budge. I cradled it in my arm and pulled it as hard as I could. Without warning, the lid came off. I yelped, at the same time jumping in surprise causing the box's contents to spill all over the floor. I sighed and reluctantly sat down on the floor to gather its contents. I started with a white piece of stationary, probably another love letter of the sort, with a colorful piece of paper peeking out underneath. Out of curiosity, I took it out from under the white stationary that seemed plain compared to it. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. The colorful paper, it seems, was a photograph taken four years ago, one with me smiling happily, hand in hand with a boy I knew all too well.

'Syaoran'

T.B.C.

1 Syaoran never sold his house in Japan. He just went back to Hong Kong, he didn't move back there so he still had his house in Japan with Wei taking care of it while he was away.

2 Its the shop where Sakura and Tomoyo always went to in the series. Remember the episode with the shot card a.k.a. the one with the magic cards that looked like the Clow cards?

A/N: Whew... I finally finished it...