CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!! wheee. Finally XD

Syaoran wrapped his scarf around himself tightly, even though he already had a huge jacket on. Blizzards were swirling outside madly, yet Sakura had somehow managed to send Kero (in his true form of course) over to Syaoran's apartment.

"Sakura needs you there," was all that Kero would say.

"Girls, they have such problems," Syaoran said in his mind.

"Hey! Wait u, Kero-chan!" Syaoran trotted after the yellow wolf-like creature, starting off into the distance.

Kero winced at the sound of the pet name, but didn't speak, just kept walking.

"Dude, are you giving me the ice? Cause I so did not do anything! Well, at least recently…" Syaoran's thoughts wandered elsewhere. He suddenly observed the unemotional Kero, and noticed something.

"Hey, your amulet is black instead of yellow like before…" Syaoran stared at Kero interestedly. Kero just looked uneasy and kept walking faster.

They walked in silence after that, each one occupied with their own thoughts. Before they knew it, they reached a large mansion on top of a ghastly hill. It looked rather menacing…

"Climb on," Kero said softly.

"DUDE! You sound… feminine," Syaoran patted Kero's head and climbed on. But, surprise-surprise! Syaoran's hand was covered with yellow gunk and Kero's head was black!

"DUDE! You're like… shedding!!!" Syaoran was proud that he had finally come to a final conclusion.

Kero did a LARGE sweat drop.

"You are sooo dense, you know? Just not what I think Li Chosen One material would be," Kero said disappointedly. He flew up toward the top of the large mansion.

"Yet according to your past years, you are not the way you are depicted as. What happened to you?" Kero looked at Syaoran and gave a tilt of his head.

"I didn't know Sakura lived here!" Syaoran obviously had not been listening to a word that Kero had said.

The large wolf gave a cry of anguish as they finally reached the top of the mansion. He shoved Syaoran in the dark, eerie room.

"Wow, Kero! Awesome interior, well… at least better than that green that Eriol makes me wear!

"Stop… calling me… Kero. I'm Lero! I'm the TRUE form of Kero." Lero spun around happily in the darkened room, lit only by a single candle.

"Erm… alright then," Syaoran looked at Lero strangely.

Suddenly, from beneath the shadows of the room, came the outline of a face!

"Ah… Syaoran. I didn't think you would come," the man said in a surprised tone.

"Master! You know I would never abandon you!" Lero quickly bowed at the man's feet, suddenly popping back into a similar form of Kero when he turned plushie-like! Except that he was black and wearing a red cape, there was no difference!

"It is not that I think you unfaithful, dear Lero, you are quite trustful. It's just surprising that this novice plan worked. If this easy thing worked, our job shall be quite easy." The man's evil feelings caused the flame of the candle to flicker vigorously.

"Right, 'Faithful Lero'," Syaoran mimicked in a babyish tone and continued, "and who are you, oh-so-dark-looking-man?" Syaoran had never felt fear, he only feared fear itself. (A/N: Sorry. Did that sound too much like Harry Potter? XD)

The man stepped out of the shadows and removed his hood.

"F... Fa… FATHER?" Syaoran stepped back and could not disclose the gasp he emitted.

He willed himself to run, but he felt paralyzed. All he could do was stare with his feet glued to the floor. Of course, if he went into logical thinking, this man could only be 19! His father had been... well around 35... It was not possible. He would not make it possible!

HISTORY

Syaoran's father in his old life that had lived with his mother was actually a step-father. His real father had been brutal. Abusive.Syaoran hated him. He was always there, but only there to hurt them!He vanished one day, and it was then that Syaoran promised himself he would never be helpless again. He wouldn't allow people to hurt. But he had soon forgot about protecting people when he received power form his way. He had soon become a victim… a slave to power…

END HISTORY XD

"Father? Dear boy! I only wish for you to… avenge a certain Cherry Blossom. We needn't become Father and Son!" The man chuckled softly, as if he had heard the funniest thing ever. He stepped closer to Syaoran, reaching out to hold his head.

"NO!" Syaoran shielded his face with his arms and ducked down, trying to hide himself.

"Dear boy! I am not going to harm you… although you are wise to bow in my spectacular presence," the man said thoughtfully, immersed in his thoughts.

"NO! No matter what life, you were… still cruel! You left us! Mother and me! Do you know how hard she worked? Then I became laughing-stock to the school!" Syaoran was mad… angry.

"I'm not your Syaoran! It's NOT me..." Syaoran went back into quiet mode, while the man blinked in surprise, the loud yell from the small boy was scary...

"Pray… do tell your tale," the man said patiently, legs crossed in a chair and face in surprise.

"I… I was in a coma. And I dreamed of a past life or whatever Eriol calls it," Syaoran said quickly, looking up at the mysterious man. No change in expression at all!

"I woke up. And I'm here. Only this guy named The memorier can bring back my memory…. Isn't that such a stupid name," Syaoran laughed, trying to lift the mood, but actually making it much worse.

"I AM THE MEMORIER!" the man stood up and yelled at the small boy, slapping his hand on the table – loudly.

"I… I'm so sorry! It… it's actually a really cool name… with a nice ring to it," Syaoran laughed meekly, falling into a ducking position.

The Memorier sat down, trying to regain his composure. Suddenly, a brilliant plan came into mind. Yes! It was unfolding, and yes... there was the master idea! The one that would solve the whole thing... in fact, he would be hitting two birds with one stone!

"I have… a proposition." The Memorier smiled... a twisted smile like he was trying to look kind, which didn't work. Not at all.

Syaoran stood up again, lifting his head a little, still scared.

"P…Proposition?"

"Indeed. For the return of your, memory. However, there is a small small price to pay," The Memorier's voice faltered a little, as if unsure of speaking to him.

"What if the plan does not work? No... don't be silly. You ARE The Memorier. The one bestowed with the powers. You shall see it fit." The Memorier reassured himself in his mind, and it worked.

"Really? Fath – I mean, sir, you would do that? For me?" Syaoran's face finally lit up for once at the thought of truly knowing who he was.

"Indeed. However, likeI said, there is aprice. The Cherry Blossom must be brought to me." The Memorier smiled – a very evilly lit smile. His mind jumped at the thought of no Cherry Blossom, and how he would get his hands on those Clow Cards. Yes... the plan was about to come into action.

Suddenly, Lero burst in, full of rage and undoubtly angry at what he thought was the Master's stupidity.

"BUT SIR! No memory? None at ALL? How are we to know he is capable of the job?" Lero was a fretty one, unlike Kero was, who only thought of the sweets he would get.

"Be still, my pet! Have faith! The plan is to be put in action and quite soon at that," The man said in quite a soothing voice.

"Wait! Hold the phone – actually, hang it up! Dude, this chick is pretty hot – why should I hand her to you," Syaoran said, peering at the man suspiciously.

"He's a dirty old man," Syaoran's mind exclaimed.

The Memorier took a step back, putting his hood on again.

"Wha! No, I just, I mean… Er… NO! Just.. Just bring her here!"

"And why should I believe you?"

The memorier gave a sly grin.

"Let me show you a memory. One of the Cherry Blossom and you... something I think will change your mind," The Memorier said in an evil tone.

Syaoran suddenly perceived a memory of him. He remembered losing the spot of being Clow Card Master to Sakura. He was disgraced by the 6 Elders of the Li Clan. Shame…

Syaoran's eyes widened in surprise. THAT WITCH!

"She was just using me! So I would help her get new cards! How convinent that I lose my memory at this time!!" Syaoran was angry!

"I'll do it!"

AT THE KINOMOTO HOUSEHOLD

"What's wrong, Sakura?" A worried Tomoyo hugged the wide-eyed girl sitting in her chair, limply holding a brush.

"I felt something. Like... someone didn't like me..." Sakura's voice was soft and sad, very unlike her usual perky tone.

Kero flew over and felt her head.

"Well, no fever... it's probably the Love Card that's warning you. I'll check it out with Yue when the time is right," Kero said, munching on some of the delecious cookies Tomoyo always had in her house.

"Now, now, Sakura. There is noone who wouldn't like you that is in their right mind! So let's go! I have some NEW COSTUMES!!!" Tomoyo gave a glazed eye look, sparkly with the happiness of Sakura and Syaoran in her new movie.

Sakura and Kero did a quick sweat drop... Tomoyo was so dedicated!

"Yay! He's back! And what a great plot I'll have! I'll call it... The Series of Memories! No! Feelings and Thoughts! No... that didn't sound good... Well... I'll get a title!" Tomoyo was so cheery!

The sparkling Tomoyo pushed a doubtful Sakura into a room with lots of plastic models, the latest sewing machines, and lots and lots of cloth. The room was dedicated especially for her by her mother, a rich buisnesswoman. Tomoyo's lifewas quite the opposite of Sakura's life - Sakura had no mother, and Tomoyo had no father. Such sad tales...

"Try this one on! It's new!" Tomoyo threw a red and golden dress with a matching head band on Sakura.
"PHWEE?" Sakura looked left and right.
"OH! And especially this one! I got the idea off a new booklet!" Tomoyo threw a brown and light blue outfit containing a brown skirt, light blue halter-top, and a brown and blue light jacket.
"PHWEEEE??!" Sakura held both outfits in each hand.
"And you SIMPLY must try this one! I made the colors to match your eyes!!" Tomoyo yet again threw a green short dress toward Sakura.
"PEWHEHEHE?!" Sakura's voice was muffled by the outfit that was on top of her head...

This continued for... well let's just say about 30 more outfits... and soon, Sakura was draped in so many costumes, that she looked like a pile of laundry!

"Hmm... dearest, just try one at a time!" Tomoyo turned around and saw the big pile.

"Hohohohoho!!" Tomoyo's bell like voice always had a way of making people smile...

Kero took off the few outfits that were on her head so she could say, "Tomoyo! You didn't have to make SO many!"

"Well... better to be prepared... for the Chronicles of Memories! Hey! That's a pretty cool title, don't you think," Tomoyo winked.

"Tomoyooooo!!!"

anyyywayyy. it's alot shorter than i thought. oO Oo sorry. anyway. there's gonna be a part 2. and btw... the story is coming to an end! everyone gasp! GASP! review review!