Disclaimer: Hey, I am the owner of the anime and manga of Card Captor Sakura. I am also very good at lying.

A/N: I want to thank all the people who reviewed my story. Thanks, it means a lot. I think in this chapter or the next, you guys will read the comic strips. They are really fun. Now, on, with the story.

First, God created the universe. He was so happy, that he slept a few days.

Then, he made a boy. He was so happy that he slept a few days again…

Then, he made the biggest mistake of his life…he created a girl. From then on, neither has he slept nor the guys.

Yeah! I knew girl power would come to use one day…

By: HumTum Scriptwriter

Chapter 3: Streets of Amsterdam

By: Dark-storyteller (helped by reviews)

She was flying through the air. No, she was gliding through the air. Sakura was on top of the tallest building in a bustling city. She could see everything—the other tall buildings, the ground below, little moving dots and the twinkling lights towards the horizon and the limelights. It was perfect! No one could see her up here. Her auburn shoulder-length rippled in the light wind. Her long black overcoat flew with the course of the wind. It was like paradise at night. A slice of the moon hovered over the skies watching everything just like she was.

No one would disturb her now and she could live in peace. That was how Sakura was feeling—in eternal bliss. Then suddenly, a huge waft of breeze flew through her tickling her arms and ears pushing her backwards into something solid—hard and warm. Strange, she thought, since the terrace was supposed to be barren. But Sakura didn't care. It was getting slightly cold and she snuggled up to the warm thing not really looking at what she was cuddling up to.

Strong arms suddenly flew past her and grabbed hold of her frail waist. Sakura became very conscious of what was happening to her but she was petrified. Her legs became uselessly numb and refused to move, as did every other part of her body. Her heart began speeding up. What was happening to her?

A deep, mature, pleasant yet somewhat familiar voice interrupted her thoughts, " beautiful view, isn't it?" Dumbly, Sakura nodded.

" My little vixen, what are you so worried about? Tell me and I will fix it…I can give you everything you want and more…why is it that you resist me, still?" The voice spoke. Sakura just stared at the building in front of her unable to move. Unexpectedly, the voice stopped and turned Sakura's body around. Sakura had her eyes closed and when she opened it she saw—

--black—

Sakura could see a vague male figure and a very well built one as well but she couldn't see who it was. The vague figure moved closely and grasped Sakura's hair with both his hands bringing her face level on level with where his eyes would've appeared if not for the unusual smoky fog. Sakura's eyes were threatening to spill as her insides tried to anticipate what the figure was about to do next.

The figure, all of a sudden, ruthlessly claimed her lips as his warm ones met her soft, cold lips. Sakura gasped and that allowed his tongue to gain entrance inside her mouth roaming around shamelessly. Sakura in angst to get away opened her eyes to get a good look at the figure and only got a glimpse of his features—but that was enough.

Sakura only saw those haunting ocher eyes as they opened. They looked fairly familiar as well. Suddenly, the night disappeared and so did the fog. The buildings faded away as someone's thunderous yet irritating voice entered her ear distantly.

" Sakura…SAKURA, WAKE UP, YOU WOMAN—" Syaoran screamed at her ears.

Although, he would rather get Aunt Medusa's forbidden stick beating than admit to Sakura, he was genuinely worried. She had been sleeping for a long time. After their little discussion, Syaoran had decided to sleep and woken up many hours later only to hear the airhostess giving out pamphlets of safe holidays. Syaoran knew that meant that they were arriving to Amsterdam for a four-hour stop before the last flight to London. Syaoran had looked to his side and found out that the minx still hadn't woken up and was sweating vigorously, so he had decided to wake her up the old-fashioned way. He had etched closer to her ear and screamed her name and then—

There was a soft moan as Sakura stirred and her eyelids fluttered open.

" What the hell, Li," she said still stretching, " why did you wake me up…and that too screaming at my ear…I was having such a nice dream where I was shoving your toad-like face down the toilet and I was about to flush it the tenth time when you—"

Syaoran, acting as though he hadn't a word Sakura had said, quickly shrugged. He was not going to let this woman control his anger or make him lose it. He was known for masking his emotions and not showing anger and he had learned a long time from his martial arts instructor that anger was weakness.

" So…" Syaoran said.

Sakura would have dearly loved to say, " So what?" and decided she was not going to let him spoil her trip.

" What? There is something on my face?" Sakura said yawning as she stood up.

" Actually, there are many things on your face…you wouldn't mind if I pointed them out, would you?"

Sakura looked furious and demanded all of her will power to not punch this guy and smash his nose.

" Actually, I was going to say why were you sweating when you were sleeping and you kept muttering things like, 'he looks familiar' and 'don't touch me'. Let me tell you, men who touch you have a very bad future indeed…"

" Shut up, Li…" Sakura muttered as she was getting out of her seat, " Move your legs, now Li."

" But Kinomoto," Syaoran said innocently, " we are not supposed to go out of our seats remember?"

" Don't make me hurt you, Li" Sakura said sneering.

" Hurt me…my--my…you are getting very ambitious…" Syaoran replied smirking passionately but removed his legs and winced when Sakura accidentally kicked it, real hard.

Sakura walked back towards the small washroom and took out the purse from her large pockets. She took out her baby pink toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste and began brushing her teeth. Well, Sakura though, Syaoran knows the kind of dream I was having. Her dream, now that she thought about it was very strange almost like a premonition or something. She knew what was happening and yet it felt like she didn't know anything. That figure—he looked so familiar almost like she knew him. This dream was very strange since this was the first time she had actually gotten it. If only, that bloody Syaoran hadn't interrupted her dream, she might have found out who that was.

Syaoran—the cause of her problems. He was the most ridiculous person ever. He thought he was superior and all, but really, he was just a big head with no sense of respect. How he came to be Asia's richest and successful businessman was beyond her. But he was very handsome, even though Sakura would have rather taken all the holy flowers in Tomoyo's little shrine than admit to him. And now, Sakura would probably have to face his wrath for arousing his anger. Life was being so unfair. Quickly spitting out the paste and washing and cleaning her mouth, Sakura took out a small brush and began attacking her hair, combing it properly partly in joy that she would never have to see Syaoran ever after half an hour. Finally, putting lotion on her hands, arms and faces, Sakura put everything, back inside her purse and got out of the washroom.

" Took you long enough…"Syaoran said lazily listening to music, " What are you all smiling about?"

" I don't have to see your disgusting face after this trip at all," Sakura said getting in her seat and fastening her seatbelts.

" That is where you are wrong…in fact I will see you for four hours…"

"What?" Sakura cried.

" Yeah, there is a four-hour stop in Amsterdam before the flight to London…I saw your ticket…" Syaoran said acting as though he didn't care, but really looking very keenly at Sakura's face that was making quite a performance changing colours from pink to deeper shades of red.

" Damn, and here I thought, I would never see you again…but I can wait four hours if it means never seeing you after that…" Sakura replied.

Syaoran's lips curled, but all he said was, " I see."

" Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts, we are landing in ten minutes…passengers, I repeat, please fasten your seatbelts, we are landing in Amsterdam airport in ten minutes at 3:15 pm…there is a four hour stop before London…please do not leave any of your belongings here, we will not be responsible…Have a safe time in Amsterdam, Thank you…" a familiar voice spoke.

Sakura and Syaoran fastened their seatbelts more than wanting to strangle each other. Eriol, on the other hand felt very amused at the couple. Syaoran never acted up like that and it was strange how the woman could make him do that. But his mind wouldn't go off on the raven-haired lady—what did the woman call her—ah, Tomoyo—she was a strange one. But Eriol knew who she was, a famous fashion designer, owner of Sonomi Corp. Of course, her and their companies hardly competed but they were good acquaintances.

Eriol decided that after the trip he was going to go meet Tomoyo. Who knew, Tomoyo might even recognize him. Eriol smiled. Him and Tomoyo were good friends when they were hardly toddlers but then Eriol had to move to Hong Kong with his cousin and that was the end of their friendship. Or so she thought. Eriol closed his eyes and became lost in dreams of Tomoyo.

Sakura, on the other hand, looked as though she had entered a very terrible nightmare. She couldn't get one moment of peace without this guy coming and irritating her and moreover, she was going to have to bear him for another four hours. Whatever she said to him, she didn't care about but truth was, if she stood him for even a minute, she would lose her head completely and come back to Japan with shrine flowers in her head. She had to lose him in the airport.

Sakura smiled slightly—she had a mind-blowing idea—an idea of a writer, an idea only a fantasy writer could think of and Sakura was going to do this idea. For once, Syaoran Li's gorgeous features would come in handy…

Syaoran simply stared at Sakura wondering why she was smiling. The idea of staying with him should have appalled her at the least. But here she was smiling like she was thinking happy moments—smiling like—Syaoran narrowed his eyes—like she had an idea. What was this bitch thinking? Syaoran narrowed his eyes almost squinting it to make the vision obscured. What the hell did he care? This woman couldn't hurt him. One call from him and she would be on the streets or been hunted down by his three hundred and forty-five main fan clubs.

The airplane gave a familiar lurch as it slanted down ready to land. Sakura looked outside at the wings of the plane as they moved down. The airport was coming into view and Sakura couldn't help but grin. The airport was supposed to be one of the largest ones in the world with a huge shopping plaza and food-courts and casinos—she could do a hell of a lot of shopping and buy small gifts for Tomoyo, Chelsea, Nikki and Rita. They always wanted to come to Europe—well maybe not Tomoyo since she went to Europe practically every week.

The ground made a sudden groan as the wheels touched it and ran at a decreasing pace towards the airport runway.

After a few minutes of looking disgruntled, all the passengers got up and hurried down the stairs, some taking out their luggage from compartments—Sakura being one of them. With the duffel bag hanging off her shoulders, handbag in her arms and purse in her pockets, Sakura too made her way down the stairs.

" Hey Kinomoto, wait for me…" Syaoran replied in a newly-wed-husband way.

" Where is your luggage?" Sakura asked instead more surprised at the lack of luggage than angry for acting that way.

" Oh, Wei is probably picking it up for me…and sending it directly to the flight in London…I don't often go to places by a public plane…you know I have about five private jets that can take me where I want to go much faster…" Syaoran said casually.

" Then why didn't you go to London in your private jet…believe me when I say, the airplane would have been cleansed off your existence…" Sakura asked walking towards the stairs.

" Oh…but then I wouldn't have been able to irritate you…I have made it my hobby to do so partly because you get irritated so easily…it's really quite funny…like you are getting now…" Syaoran ignored Sakura's swelling red face and continued, "…and besides…Mr. Tsukino doesn't have private jet landing space…so I couldn't really take my jet…am I going fast for you Kinomoto?" Syaoran asked playfully grinning charmingly that almost made the airhostess who was wishing everyone a safe flight faint and fall of the stairs.

" No, Syaoran, you are not going fast for me…but…pretty soon," Sakura clenched her fists as she talked through gritted teeth, "…Syaoran, pretty soon, you will be running very fast…if you understand me…"

Syaoran smiled calmly and Sakura got more irritated. She had to lose him fast—ditch him somewhere and go shopping, it was as simple as that and—Sakura had the perfect plan to ditch him.

" So as a celebrity, you must have fan clubs here right?"

Syaoran looked at her suspiciously and answered, " I have fan clubs everywhere…even here…but they are sometimes so very aggravating always swooning over me and kissing me but as long as they are good-lookin—"

" So don't they come greet you at the airport?" Sakura interrupted.

" Yeah." Syaoran said looking more than ever very distrustfully.

" So do people here…er…know you?" Sakura asked.

" Yeah…every single person here…knows me…I m a international sought-after bachelor what do you think Kinomoto?" Syaoran replied with finality in his tone. He stared at Sakura who was looking dreamily at the vast airport building as though Christmas had come a month earlier.

" Oh," was all Sakura said. She was very happy. This was perfect. Syaoran Li's popularity was going to become his demise. They walked together in silence inside the building going through the security check and pretty soon they were inside the vast airport. The lights twinkled everywhere and the airport was bustling with thousands of people sitting in the waiting department and others shopping while they can. This was perfect. Several of the people were staring at them or more likely Syaoran with the same dreamy look and that was infuriating Sakura a lot but that just meant more of an advantage to her.

Sakura gathered her courage and turned sideways as if about to walk right past Syaoran who looked confused, " Kinomoto, I know you want attention but God, why are you embarrassing yourself?"

Sakura sighed…it was now or never.

" OH MY GOD," Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs, " IT'S SYAORAN LI! OH MY GOD, SYAORAN LI IS IN THE AIRPORT…FIRST ONE TO KISS HIM…THAT"LL BE ME…"

It happened so quick, even Sakura, hadn't anticipated it. One moment, she was screaming and the next hundreds of young females rushed in towards them. Sakura immediately smirked, " Syaoran, it was nice knowing you…good riddance I say…"And saying that, she quickly leaped out of the way and ran as far away from the scene as possible. From where she could see, thousands were lunging towards Syaoran some even kissing him and swooning over while others fainting on the floor. I should be nice, Sakura thought, for those girls' sake…but then again, who said I was nice…Sakura hurriedly walked towards the second floor—towards the shopping plaza—ah, the many joys of life.

" Syaoran," Sakura smirked, " you made a damn mistake for messing with a fantasy writer…creating conflicts is what I do…"

Syaoran didn't anticipate this—true—but Syaoran did come up with a solution. He said quickly, " Hi, baby…you have all been keeping nicely…he took the first five girls in his arms and kissed one of them lightly on the hair…if you can bring me that girl…you can all spend a day at my luxurious mansion in London at my expense…and who knows, I might even give you a little surprise…" Syaoran winked. The girls all fainted momentarily but quickly got up and went off in different directions to find this girl.

Syaoran sneered. That woman would pay…she had spirit and spunk…he would give her that but this was his game and Sakura was playing a very dangerous game with fire. No one insulted him. Every female specimen would kill to have the opportunity to talk with him…but this little fox had wanted more than anything to get away from him. This was a rather interesting case, but Syaoran liked this woman—she was entertaining mostly by allowing him to irritate her so easily.

He had see woman ten times more beautiful than Sakura and all of them willingly succumbed to him but this girl didn't. In fact, succumbing to him was beyond never. He had bedded and flirted with thousands of woman, many forgotten, thousands dead…but this woman left a mark. Her face was next to haunting and her character fascinated him even for the little time they were together.

" Interesting…" Syaoran managed to say.

" So my dear little cousin…what is so interesting that you have opened your mouth like a goldfish?" an English-accented but deep voice spoke.

" Oh, Eriol, it's you…" Syaoran said boringly.

" So, Syaoran…this woman…she is very strange, isn't she…she can resist you, diss you, get you into big trouble and still manage to get away with it, all at once…"

" Shut up," Syaoran said too preoccupied to find a better comeback.

" You know, what? You have to learn that women are not just for pleasure and entertainment…and men are not just for business and drinking with…get out in the real world for once and find some friends…maybe I should have told Sakura to do that…show you how beautiful the world can be…"

" Eriol…you are watching too may movies…" Syaoran said sulking.

Sakura looked in awe at the broaches, the exotic shop, was selling. Nikki and Rita would love these. Sakura wished all her friends were here with her. She started selecting the best trinket in the shop when a group of girls were talking excitedly, though a little loud, " Yeah, Syaoran said…we have to find the woman who did it…uh-huh, the one that screamed…God knows why…maybe he'll do something really bad to her like put her in the streets or something or maybe—"

Sakura didn't hear anymore. So that was what he was up to, eh? She quickly exited the shop and quietly went for the washroom. She looked at her watch—three hours and fifteen minutes to go—she had to get out of the airport. Sakura decided she could go sightseeing. She went to the front of the entrance office.

" Uh, excuse me…hello…uh HELLO…" the man was fast asleep "…EXCUSE ME…"

The man awoke with a start and with a loud thud fell off his chair.

" What d'you wake me up for?" the old man asked crankily.

" Yeah, I need a tourist ticket for a little bit of sightseeing in Amsterdam before my flight leaves…"

" When does it leave?" the man said going through papers still mad.

" At 7:15 pm."

" Alright. All right, here you go…" the man said handing her a plain yellow ticket that had a few bar numbers, the plane number, the time it was leaving and some other stuff.

" Thank you…" Sakura said putting the ticket in her purse.

" Hey, aren't you that girl who made that big scene with Lord Syaoran Li?"

Lord Li? Lord? Sakura snorted.

" No, you must've made a mistake…" She hurried towards the door.

Syaoran had had the females search the whole airport and she was nowhere to be found. That only meant that she was outside in Amsterdam. Eriol was so amused, he watching this whole predicament sitting in the waiting room. It was fun watching Syaoran go red.

" Whatever, you can all come to my mansion in London…" Syaoran said disappointed. It was a waste of money but that sad excuse for a butler, Wei would have more on his hands, than he could handle.

" Eriol, I am going out…"

" Suit yourself…just don't get lost, Amsterdam is a big, bad place, little cousin…"

" Shut the crap up…" Syaoran replied.

Sakura walked and walked, with a map in her hand. She had no idea where she was going. Directions were her weak points.

" You look like a lost puppy who can't find its way home…" a deep voice said.

Sakura froze in her tracks. That voice was awfully familiar. She turned around. Syaoran li stood there, his face contorted with amusement.

" Uh, hi?" Sakura said weakly.

" So, you think by using my fan clubs against me…you can get away from me…"

" Hey, I didn't do anything…" Sakura said, "…it is not my fault if those foolish people want to jump you…"

Syaoran, in the familiar swift movement pinned Sakura towards the park fence.

" Now, you wait and watch what I do…you haven't felt Syaoran Li's wrath…I told you before…I am very influential…"

" Ohm, I am so scared…I am fainting…honestly, Li, I am not like those other women who go around trying to kiss you shoes…"

" No you aren't…"

Syaoran let go of her and walked beside her.

" Watch what I do, Kinomoto…" Syaoran said.

They got into a tour train.

Syaoran suddenly acted very happy and started talking in rubbish irritating Sakura again.

" You know what…Kinomoto…when we meet people…they become part of our lives we always have a story with them…the more people we meet the more stories are told…like for example…I meet you In Amsterdam …then I will meet you in London and then I will meet you back in Japan and—"

" But it could also happen, that we say goodbye to each other here and never meet again…" Sakura said getting irritated again.

" Yes that could happen…" Syaoran said.

They got off the train and began walking towards the street.

" Hey, look…museum…" Sakura screamed.

" NO, NO, No," Syaoran whined pouting charmingly, " we decided that we would not go to the museum…"

" Excuse me…but when did we decide this?" Sakura asked angrily, " I am going to the museum whether you like it or not…"

" Fine, you go to the museum, I am going back to the airport…"

Sakura froze. She was so bad in directions. How was she going to get back to the airport? Thanks to Syaoran, she didn't even pay attention to the street signs. Sakura turned…

" But…" Sakura whined putting on her best puppy face, "but I am such a lonely girl in Amsterdam you can't just leave me here"

" Fine," Syaoran replied, " you go to your museum…" he pointed towards the huge gates, " and I'll go to your museum," he pointed to same museum gates…

Sakura smiled triumphantly. They went inside the museum—Sakura, excited while Syaoran bored… They went through many pictures for two hours when Syaoran smiled.

"This one, I like…" he said.

Sakura stared and her jaw dropped open. It was a picture of a naked woman in a silk red robe. She looked at Syaoran resisting the urge to punch him and went out of the museum.

" Now, let's do something…" he stared at a beautiful girl passing by and continued, "…fun…" Sakura simple gaped.

" Why do you look at girls like that…do you have some X-ray in your eyes that let you see underneath clothes?"

"…I wish…"

Sakura accidentally kicked him, " What would you do if a girl saw you in the same way…wait, don't even bother to answer…"

Sakura walked passed him heatedly. Syaoran smiled. He was irritating her a lot. He was going to make her life miserable. No one messed with him. He went up towards Sakura who was leaning against a beech tree.

The streetcar wasn't coming. After this ride, she was going to never seeing Syaoran again. It was such a happy thought, that Sakura laughed.

" Oi, Syaoran…I am so happy…After this, I'll never have to see you again…Hope you have a nice time in London where I'll not see you and you won't see me…Goodbye…"Sakura smirked.

Syaoran said, " That's what you think…"

He came closer and rudely captured her lips. Sakura gasped. What the hell was he doing? That familiar feeling came back to her much like when she was in her dream. Syaoran's tongue roamed her lips freely while Sakura gaped. What the hell—

" You will not forget me so easily…Kinomoto…watch as I make your life hell…" Syaoran left towards the streetcar stop. Sakura looked up. She was standing next to the compost heap. Embarrassed, she walked up to Syaoran fuming.

" Syaoran!" she cried, " what the hell was that for?"

Syaoran chuckled deeply. So, this was what made her the maddest. Kissing her would come in handy…