AN: I'm back!! (sweatdrops) okay okay I know! It took me a while to get this one out but hey it's finally hear :-) hehe anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed!! The more reviews the happier I am and the more I'm willing to work on new chapters hehe but I'm guessing you all knew that. Anyways I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 2: Courtrooms and Braindamage?

"All rise for the honourable judge Hiiragizawa Eriol!" said the bailiff as a door opened and the judge walked into the courtroom.

"The court is in session. Case nr. 586639 defendant Li Syaoran vs. prosecutor Yamazaki Takashi."

Judge Eriol walked over to his seat. "You may be seated" and with that said he sat down himself, followed by everyone else in the room, and slammed his hammer down on the table twice, officially opening the court's session.

"The defendant is being accused of article 319 part b." said the bailiff stepping aside until he was needed again.

Syaoran looked around the courtroom not following any of the things going on in the courtroom at the moment.. Now this was strange. What was he doing in a courtroom? "Excuse me sir" he tried to ask the first person he saw, "what is going on here?" he tried again.

He received an angry stare from the man standing there. He seemed to be some kind of a law officer, he wasn't sure, but maybe he was the deputy sheriff to make sure that the accused person wouldn't try to make a run for it.

From the corner of his eye, Syaoran noticed something blonde, and gasped when he turned around to see who it was. "Crissy…What is she doing here? What's going on? Could this have anything to do with… her?" he gulped at the thought, somehow seeing her there, made him slightly nervous.

He turned back around and looked up at the judge. He never knew Eriol had studied Law… Granted he never talked to the guy, let alone trying to get to know anything about him. All he knew was that he could be very annoying, and that was enough for Syaoran to try and stay clear from him.

"Who will represent the defendant?" asked the judge looking around the courtroom.

Syaoran looked around the room, wondering who the lawyer for the defendant would be, and where was this defendant they kept talking about? No one got up and Syaoran thought that was very strange. "Maybe the person who was accused was capable of defending themselves" he thought reasonably.

"Then am I correct in assuming that you will represent yourself Li-san?" asked judge Eriol inquisitive.

"Huh?" Syaoran had obviously missed a highly important part of this court. He was the one being accused? So he really was here thanks to Crissy?

Thinking fast he got up and bowed respectfully towards the judge. "Yes your honour, I will have to represent myself since I do not have a lawyer."

"Very well" said judge Eriol and then looked over at Yamazaki. "Does the prosecution have any objections against that?"

Yamazaki shook his head and said "No we do not, your honour."

"Who will represent the prosecution?" the judge then asked in the direction of Yamazaki.

"I will, your honour" said Yamazaki once again standing up to address the judge properly.

"Then without further ado… Yamazaki-san, if you would start giving us your opening plea" Judge Eriol said looking at Takashi, who in turn, got up and started to walk around.

That's when Syaoran noticed the Jury. Strangely enough, he knew all the faces. Some faces were more familiar to him than the others, but a certain person caught his attention. There she was again, that Kinomoto girl, if he remembered her name correctly that is. Her eyes were gazing at his steadily. Obviously she knew what she was there for, but he on the other hand still didn't know what the hell he was doing here.

"Great… What is she doing here? And in the juries boot nonetheless. I'm starting to have a very bad feeling about this" he thought grumpily. He hardly even knew the girl and there she was once more, looking as if she knew all his problems like the back of her hand.

"Your honour, members of the jury, and everyone else here, we are here because the suspect has committed a terrible crime."

Syaoran looked around the room. He had been so sure, that he was still at home, working out, but instead he was here, in a courtroom with people he thought he knew… and with her. She was the reason of all his problems.

In the background he could still see Takashi walking around talking to the jury, but he had long stopped listening to what he had to say. He didn't care that it was he who was on trial, he didn't even care that he didn't know what he was on trial for. No matter how hard he tried not to think about the events of that day, they kept coming back, haunting his thoughts like a ghost.

From the corner of his eye he noticed Tomoyo for the first time. He hadn't seen her there the first time… and what was she doing with that broom? That shook him out of his daze and for the first time, he took his time to examine her carefully.

Syaoran didn't believe his eyes. "What the hell is she wearing?" he thought astonished. There had to be something wrong with his eyes. He closed them, opened them again, and when he was still greeted by the same sight, he rubbed his eyes fiercely trying to clear up his vision in case he was actually seeing things.

He turned around to the man he assumed to be some sort of deputy sheriff. "Hey you! Is it just me, or is that girl over there, actually wearing a pointy hat?" he whispered trying hard not to disturb the court.

Judge Eriol looked over at Syaoran and said "Li-san, is there a problem? You are up next, so I suggest you prepare yourself, and save all your questions for then. Continue Yamazaki-san" said the judge as he gave Syaoran a meaningful look.

Syaoran looked at the man next to him hopefully, but the man simply ignored him. All he got was a look that pretty much said "duh haven't you been paying attention" but that didn't help Syaoran and his current dilemma.

He sure hoped he wasn't going insane. Any reassurance was welcome at the moment, especially after seeing a shadow walking out of the courtroom. The weird thing was, that there was no person around whom the shadow belonged too… "I need to get out of here, this is crazy" he thought to himself and got up.

"Sit down Li-san, this court is still in session." said the judge, gazing in his direction.

"You don't expect me to continue to listen to this nonsense do you?" Syaoran said testily.

"You are only adding to your current crime, by not addressing the court properly. Now sit down so we can continue." the judge said coolly.

Syaoran ignored Eriol and was about to walk away, when his arm was twisted behind his back, and he was pushed back on his chair roughly by the man he had tried to talk to several times, the deputy sheriff.

"Sit down and shut up" was all the sheriff said, not letting go of his arm.

"Would you let go of me? You don't think I am planning to stay in this nut house right? You must be crazy!" Syaoran shouted as he tried to wrestle himself out of the sheriff's grip.

The people in the court had started to whisper busily, and the more Syaoran resisted, the more talking was heard. "Order, order in my courtroom!" yelled the judge slamming his hammer down three times as he got up and glared at everyone present.

"Li-san, you are going to sit down, shut up, and wait until it's your turn to speak in front of the jury." the judge said after things had quieted down once more.

"So as I was saying your honour" said Takashi as he continued where he had left off "ever since last night, the whole world's been in chaos. It snows during the summer, in the winter, the flowers started to bloom like it was spring, the fall looks like the summer is supposed to look, and spring has falling leaves from the tree with all the colours ending up with empty trees. Now personally I think that is because the women controlling the seasons have decided to stop fighting for their own seasons and took a holiday…-" but before Takashi could end his version judge Eriol cleared his throat.

"erm… Yamazaki-san, could you please stick with naming the consequences of the suspects supposed actions?" the judge asked him.

"That's weird…" thought Syaoran "Normally Hiiragizawa agrees with him and even ends up making things worse…" yup things were definitely getting more peculiar by the minute.

"My apologies your honour" Takashi said bowing respectfully "the waterfalls falling upwards instead of down, causing the fish to get lost. You won't believe how many road directions are asked ever since then" he told the jury seriously.

Syaoran couldn't help but snort. "And they are supposed to believe that?" Syaoran said speaking out loud once more interrupting. Surely they were smarter than to believe Takashi, right? They all knew him and his stories after all.

"Li-san, this will be your last warning" was all Eriol said. Syaoran had long ago stopped thinking about Eriol as the judge. This whole thing was just preposterous. This had to be a dream, it couldn't be anything else.

"Of course!" he thought mentally smacking himself. "That's why all these crazy things are happening, this is just a dream!" he smiled at his own cleverness, even though it took him to this point of the court's session to figure it out.

"Now Li-san, you may speak in your own defence." the judge said finally allowing Syaoran to say something.

"You people are nuts" was all Syaoran said with a smirk. "That is all I have to say about this whole circus"

The judge frowned. "You are once again insulting the court, you are yet again, only adding to your sentence. Being here is not to be taken lightly." said the judge frowning.

"Do you have any questions for the witnesses?" the judge asked inquisitive.

Syaoran decided to humour his dream a bit and got up. Tomoyo was called back to the stand as she had been the first witness (not that he had even noticed that at first), and Syaoran started pacing.

"Tomoyo" he said but was corrected by the judge.

"You are to address the witness formally, Li-san" Eriol said coolly.

"Of course, how rude of me, my deepest apologies" said Syaoran mockingly. "Daidouji-san, where did you buy that lovely hat?" he asked her receiving a delighted squeal.

"Why, I made it myself of course" she said proudly "it's so hard to buy hats that match my outfits" she told him seriously.

Syaoran nodded, now that he thought about it, this might actually prove to be fun. Dreams were supposed to be fun weren't they?

He was about to ask another questions when she suddenly looked down next to her. Syaoran followed her gaze and almost laughed at what he saw. It seemed that her handbag had just come walking up to her, to deliver her ringing cell phone. "Excuse me, I have to get this" was all she said before answering her phone.

Syaoran was amazed that she could do such a thing in court but then again, it wasn't that weird for a dream.

"Hello? You are looking for a recipe to bake a cake? What effect is your cake supposed to have? You want it to explode in the person's face? Poison it? Make the person fall in love with a certain someone, or even something? No?! Do you even know who you're talking to?!" she suddenly screeched outraged into the cell phone, making Syaoran, along with everyone else present, flinch at the cheer volume of her voice.

"Then call someone else! I am not a chef cook! You see this hat?" she asked yelling at the other person "I wear it with pride and will do nothing to taint it's good name! " and with that said, or rather yelled, she hung up the phone, threw it back into her handbag, shooed the handbag away, and smiled back up at Syaoran, who had backed away slightly. Dream or no dream, she could be sort of scary…

Syaoran had completely lost track of his thoughts. Not that it was such a strange thing considering he just saw a walking handbag…

"Daidouji-san how did you get that, err, walking handbag?" It was only natural to ask about it. Surely there was a perfectly logical explanation for this?

"I met it at a bar" she said smiling brightly up at him.

"Okay so you found it at a bar, and how exactly is it possible that it is capable of walking?" Syaoran asked her, trying to figure the whole thing out logically.

"No, no, no, you must have heard me wrong. I met it at a bar. It was about to drink it's 9th glass of leather polish when I saw it, and asked what was the matter" she said emphasizing the word met, looking seriously at Syaoran as if it an every day happening. Syaoran could only gape as he listened to her as she continued. "It told me that it had just been dumped there by it's former owner, who didn't want it anymore, because she had a brand new bag. I eventually talked it out of suicide and into coming with me."

Syaoran was absolutely stunned. Who in their right minds would believe this? Good thing it was just a dream. "Well Daidouji-san" he said trying to find at least some logic in it "you mean to tell me, the handbag walks, as well as being capable of speech?"

Tomoyo gave him a deadpan look. "Don't tell me you've never seen a walking and talking handbag?" she then asked him looking astonished.

"Err, well I can't honestly say I have, at least not until today…" he told her honestly trailing off.

"Is this going anywhere?" asked Eriol looking sceptical at Syaoran when the two wouldn't stop talking about the handbag.

Syaoran thought about that question for a while and decided that he didn't know himself. Instead he decided to dismiss his 'witness' and go back to his seat to sit down.

Tomoyo on the other hand didn't get up but whistled loudly, as if trying to call a cab. Syaoran seemed to be the only one who thought it was strange to see her fly out of the courtroom on her broom stick.

He knew that dreams not always made sense but this one was getting crazy. Or maybe it was him going crazy? Didn't someone once tell him that dreams had a hidden meaning, a message or something? That it was the way of his subconscious to try and tell him something?

He had no time to ponder about that right now, as Eriol, or currently the judge, had started to talk again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury. You have now heard both sides. You will be lead to a room where you can go over all the things you've heard and seen today. Think carefully before making your decision, for you are to judge this man's life. Decide wisely." and with that said the jury got up, and followed one of the guards out of the courtroom and into a new room.

The next thing Syaoran new, was that the jury members were already back in the courtroom, and that the judge, Eriol, was reading something written on a piece of paper.

He nodded and looked back up. "Will the accused rise?" he said formally.

Syaoran, with nothing better to do, shrugged and got up. He was getting really bored with this whole courtroom business. What he wouldn't give, to just disappear, but for some reason, his dream seemed to have other plans. Why couldn't he just wake up?

Syaoran focussed his attention back at Eriol. "Might as well try to figure out why I'm here" he thought, trying hard not to zone out once more.

"You have been found guilty, of taking away the happily ever afters in fairytales, of changing all the personalities involved, and almost destroying the entire magical world. You are hereby banished to the world you created, and will not be able to return until happily ever afters are once more. Case dismissed!" Eriol slammed the hammer down three more times, got up and left the courtroom.

"Well that sure was interesting" Syaoran thought shaking his head. Oh well it didn't matter anymore. By the time he woke up, he would have forgotten all about this crazy dream.

The dream changed once more, this time it wasn't as pleasant as the former one had been. At the moment he was once more, staring at Crissy and that man, sharing a passionate kiss.

He wanted to walk over there, beat the guy up, and give Crissy a good shake, to try and make her understand what she had done to him. But for some reason, no matter how hard his mind screamed at him to move, he couldn't. He was too stumped…

Syaoran couldn't bare to watch the scene any longer, and turned his head away. He would've run away the same way he had done when he first saw it, but there was just one problem this time… Something was keeping him there.

All sorts of things ran through his mind. The most clear and frequent one being revenge. He wanted her to hurt as badly as he was, crush her heart and simply throw it away. It would be so easy… but if he would go out and passionately kiss the first girl he'd come across, making sure she would see him, would she even care? "Probably not…" he sighed.

The face of that Kinomoto girl flashed through his mind. "Aaargh!" he thought frustrated, "What's up with that girl?! Can't I get a break? I already had to bare with that annoying scrutinizing look of hers at court!" he thought angrily.

Weren't dreams supposed to go your way? This was turning into a nightmare… Well he knew one thing for sure. The next morning, that is if he ever awoke from this horrible dream, he'd give Takashi a call, and apologize for his behaviour. Maybe then tomorrow night, he'd be able to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning a grouchy Syaoran woke up to the bright sunlight shining in his eyes. "What happened to my curtains?" he thought annoyed, and when had his bed become this rock hard?

Slowly he opened his eyes, and looked around, finding himself on the floor of the gym. "no wonder it was so cold…" he thought as he stretched his tired muscles.

Syaoran rubbed his temples trying to get rid of the splitting headache he somehow had acquired overnight, but when his thoughts wandered back to yesterday's happenings, he could only groan.

He got up slowly and went up to his room for a well deserved shower. Besides hoping that the shower would relax him somewhat, he also hoped to get rid of the terrible smell… "Next time, first shower, then sleep" he thought grumpily as he slowly crept up the stairs.

Everything was still silent, then again, who in their right minds would want to get up at the crack of down.

"Good morning master Syaoran" said a voice coming from behind.

"Of course" Syaoran thought, there was only one person crazy enough to actually do that… Wei.

Upon seeing the state of his young master, he held back a chuckle and motioned for Syaoran to follow him. Syaoran being not in the mood to argue simply followed him and was met with a full bathtub already.

Syaoran looked at Wei inquisitively and then back at the bathtub. "How did you…-"

"I noticed you weren't in your bedroom, so the only other place would be the basement to train. Since you hadn't been up to your chambers I thought a nice bath would be desired after a rough workout." Wei stated simply smiling at the young man in front of him.

Syaoran simply nodded his thanks and Wei took that as his cue to leave. The young master must have had a lot on his mind in order to pass out on the floor of the training facilities, but it wasn't Wei's business. If the young master wanted to talk about it, he would come to him out of his own free will, or when he was ready for it.

By the time breakfast was being served, Syaoran was done soaking in the bathtub, and had gotten dressed.

Syaoran, remembering last night's events quickly took a glance at his mother. He knew he had deeply hurt her, and somehow he had to make up for it. That was going to be very difficult though. Even though his mother was a woman like all other women, she was also very proud. If she got hurt, she'd hide it behind her usual solemn façade.

None of his sisters seemed to have noticed anything wrong, which was one thing he was very glad about. He didn't want to have to deal with them as well, it was bad enough that everyone knew what had happened to him and Crissy…

Syaoran still couldn't believe that it had actually happened, that she had done such a thing to him. It was hard to believe… He didn't even want to believe it. It hurt, it hurt more than words could express. Yesterday he had just been sort of numb, today however, things seemed to have finally managed to get through to him. Oh how he wished he could have stayed numb to the feeling forever.

They ate breakfast in silence and once he was done, Syaoran got up and left.

Syaoran had been strolling down the streets for quite some time now. All the while deep in thought. He was deaf to the sounds of the world, the honking of cars, the chirping of birds, people yelling at him to watch where he was going, he heard none of it. He was lost in his own mind.

He was shaken out of his thoughts rudely however, when someone ran smack into him. Syaoran ended up with his face painfully plastered against a wall, his body on the pavement, and with the culprit still on his back muttering angrily.

"What the hell is your problem man!" shouted the person on top of him angrily. If the voice was anything to go by, he was currently getting yelled at by a girl or woman, he wasn't sure which.

"Great, like the trouble with Crissy isn't already enough" he thought angrily, still unable to get up from his place on the pavement.

"What were you doing? Trying to get yourself killed?! If so then let me know and I'll kick your ass right back onto the street!" she screamed thwacking his head at the same time.

"What's she talking about?" he thought annoyed that she wouldn't let him get up. And not to mention the part where she even went as far as smack him on the head. First Crissy crushing his heart and soul, and here a complete stranger was trying to crush the only thing that was left, his skull… Well, if it hadn't already been damaged by the wall that was…

"Whadaya salking 'wout?" he finally decided to say something, which wasn't an easy thing to do as his face was still plastered against the wall sideways, making talking a particularly difficult task.

"What?" asked a very confused voice "could you repeat that again? I didn't catch a word of that, now stop mumbling and explain yourself!"

"And we're back to the screaming" he thought grudgingly. If only she wasn't so close to his poor ear… If only she would let him get up … Now there was a thought.

He tried to say the same thing again but it came out just as wrong as it had the first time. Instead he went for something new. Maybe that would work …

"Gerrofwe!" he yelled as best as he could. Why couldn't she just figure out, that as long as she was sitting on his back, smacking his head, that he wouldn't be able to get a sane word out of his currently twisted mouth?!

The girl or woman, he still wasn't too sure about that little bit, was silent for a moment, seemingly to contemplate something.

"Oh!" she exclaimed and got up from his back.

"Well at least she got the message" he thought grumpily and was about to get up when he felt two hands grip his shirt firmly, and pull him up, before shoving him roughly against the wall.

Syaoran was currently staring in a pair of furious emerald eyes. He knew those eyes from somewhere. Not that he remembered them looking this furious though.

It was that Kinomoto girl. Now where had she come from, why did she had to pop up everywhere he went, and why was she so pissed off with him in the first place?

"What?' he asked her finally as she kept glaring at him.

"What? What do you mean what? You're the one who has a whole lot of explaining to do mister!" she said still glaring at him.

He noted, that her fists were still gripping the front of his shirt as tightly as when she'd 'helped him' get up, and she was almost nose to nose with his, standing either on tip toes or high heels.

Syaoran wasn't too sure about what she was talking about. After all he had just been walking around aimlessly lost in his own thoughts. What was so bad about that? And trying to get himself killed? He couldn't remember any of that, all he knew was that one moment, he was thinking, the next he was on the floor getting smacked.

He eyed her suspiciously, not sure what to do with the whole situation, but decided to ask her anyways. "What are you talking about?" he asked he crossly.

She sighed exasperatedly deciding that maybe he wasn't as smart as he had looked at first, and tried again.

"Were you trying to kill yourself or what?!" now it was her turn to be cross. She was talking sort of slow, maybe thinking that he had hit his head to hard against the wall…

"I saw you walking, and was about to come over to ask how you were doing now. Then you crossed the street, and suddenly when that truck there" she waved in a direction but there was no truck… "Maybe she's just losing it a little" he thought quietly when she continued again "and you just stopped!"

Syaoran looked at her frowning. Was she telling the truth? Had there really been a truck? He wasn't sure but something she said struck a nerve… Had he really meant to kill himself? The answer to that came surprisingly easy. No he hadn't, in fact he hadn't even realised he had stopped walking…

What had he been doing? The answer to that was easy too. He had been too busy thinking about Crissy, and how unfair it all was. He wasn't just hurt anymore, in fact he was angry, very angry at her for doing it to him… So angry in fact that he hadn't even known where he had been, until his face got better acquainted with the wall. "Not a very gentle first meeting either… " he thought with a wince as he rubbed his offended cheek.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?!" she demanded "Don't think I'm going to follow you around just in case your ass needs another saving!" she said heatedly glaring at him.

Syaoran wasn't at all faced by her attitude, in fact if he hadn't been in such a lousy mood, he might have found it amusing, but since he wasn't, and since it didn't look like she was in a hurry to leave unless he came up with some sort of explanation, he sighed.

"I was just sort of lost in thought … that is, until you came around and pretty much jumped me" he added and got the desired affect.

She flushed red but didn't back down. "Instead of complaining" she hissed "you should try being thankful!"

Syaoran cocked an eyebrow at her, even though he knew she had a point. Then again, had that truck really been there? Wasn't she just making this all up to have an excuse to talk to him? At that last part he shook his head roughly. No that would have been Crissy's way. He couldn't start comparing all girls to her… that wouldn't be fair to them, even though at the moment he couldn't help himself.

"Thanks" came the soft reply. It was very short, but it told her all he had to say.

She flushed once more. She had been staring into his auburn eyes all this time, waiting for something. Now, as if realising how close they were, she backed off quickly and looked down at her feet.

It was the first time Syaoran got a good look at her wardrobe, which raised some questions to say the least… Why was she wearing high heeled boots, fish stockings, short black leather skirt with slits up higher than he thought was legal, and a matching leather top?

"What are you wearing?" he asked bluntly. Sure he knew that it was everything but polite to ask a lady about the way she dressed, but this was very strange. The last time he saw her, well besides that crazy dream of his, she was dressed very much like himself, hiding her figure kind of clothing. More dressed like a tomboy if he had to really describe it. And here she was dressed in leather…

"Look who's talking" she shot back eyeing him up and down sarcastically.

He looked down at himself, what was she talking about? Syaoran decided to ask an outsider and saw a girl walking passed them.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asked calling out to her.

She turned around and immediately blushed when she saw exactly whom had stopped her and bowed her head respectfully.

Her actions surprised Syaoran somewhat, sure he knew his family was rich, and even known by most people, but this a bit too much. He hadn't earned that amount of respect, it wasn't like he was a prince or anything.

"Don't do that" he said feeling slightly uncomfortable "I just want to ask you a question. Is there anything wrong with my clothes? Do they look weird to you?"

The girl shook her head hastily, not even bothering to actually take a look at his clothes. What was wrong with this girl? Was she afraid of him or something?

He didn't get long to contemplate that thought though. Kinomoto had wrapped her hand firmly around his wrist and was currently dragging him off in some unknown direction muttering.

"You really don't know anything do you?" she asked him annoyed. She dragged him all the way to a display window. Where was that damn Eriol when you needed him?

"There now you take a look at yourself and tell me, is that something you'd normally wear?" she asked him annoyed, as she shoved him in front on the window to take a look at himself.

Sure he hadn't really paid attention to what he took out of the closet that morning, but it couldn't have been that weird right? If so, then why hadn't his family said anything?

He gazed at his reflection and couldn't believe he had actually dared to go out on the streets wearing these clothes. It was weird to say the least. As a matter of fact, he hadn't even known he owned clothes like these! He wouldn't even wear those for Halloween! Well normally he wouldn't…

Syaoran looked away, and glanced back once more. He turned around towards Kinomoto, pinched her in the arm at which she yelled "ouch!", and in return she smacked him on the head once more.

Okay so he wasn't dreaming, the throbbing spot on his head proved that much. So what the hell was going on?

"What do you know that I don't?" he asked her turning around to face her.

"And why do you think that I, of all people, know more about this?" she asked him lazily.

The look on his face clearly told her not to mess with him, but she wasn't impressed. After all it wasn't her fault that he was dressed the way he was.

"You must know something! I obviously don't know what's going on, and you were the one who came looking for me in the first place, dressed like that I might add, and still you say you don't know? Come on, quit kidding around and give me a break!" he said his voice adding in volume as he tried to prove his point.

Sakura sighed exasperated, and did something very odd. She got her backpack and opened it carefully. "And just what are you planning doing?" he asked her with growing suspicion. Who knew what that girl had hidden in her bag. After all, he had heard the infamous rumours of the things that appeared out of women's handbag's… so how much worse would a backpack be? He probably didn't want to know.

The girl just rolled her eyes at him and reached into her backpack. Whatever it was she was holding onto currently, it was big and seemingly quite heavy. When he finally saw what she was holding onto, he was quite sure that his jaw had just hit the floor.

"You can stop gawking now, and yes this is what you think it is" she told him, before he could even try to make a coherent sound, come out of his currently disabled throat.

"H.. How… what… I mean, where did you get that?" he finally asked her collecting himself.

"Your house of course, where else?" she replied shrugging. Honestly it wasn't that difficult to figure out where she managed to get a hold of his things.

"Who let you in?" he asked her suspiciously.

"Oh I think that would be your mother" was her nonchalant reply.

"Why the hell would she do that? And what the hell are you doing with that book?" he asked her trying to collect himself once more. It was hard not to get angry at this girl. She could really be annoying.

"Here catch!" was the only warning he got before she flung the heavy book at him. "I don't want anything to do with that thing!"

"Hey watch it! That was a present from Takashi!" he yelled at her, desperately trying to catch the book.

"Yesterday you didn't seem to care that much, as a matter of fact, I recall you throwing it away in the first place" she said dryly.

"Ouch" he thought, that hurt. But the girl did have a point. Even though it was a low blow, or that's what he thought anyways, she was right. He shouldn't have done what he did yesterday, but this book was the last thing he wanted to look at right now.

"Open it" she commanded him.

Syaoran glared at her. Really who did this girl think she was, trying to order him around?

"Why should I?" he asked her with a glare.

"I think there's something in there you might want to check out…" she told him nonchalantly.

This girl had some nerve. What was she, his mother? Yeah right, no way was he going to give in to anything she said. Instead Syaoran decided to ignore her, and his rising curiosity.

Something down the street caught his eye. That almost looked like … but that couldn't be, right?

Instead of standing around and wondering, he threw the book back at Kinomoto and ran towards the place, where he thought he'd seen… well whatever it was.

"Hey! Are you nuts?! I thought I told you I didn't want to have anything to do with this book anymore! Hey, I'm talking to you. Where the hell are you going?!" Sakura yelled after him, as she grabbed the book warily and rushed after him.

"Damn it what the hell is his problem?!" she thought grouchily. It wasn't easy trying to run on boots with high heels you know.

Sakura finally managed to catch up to Syaoran and yelled "why the hell did you rush off like that?"

Syaoran simply ignored her and suddenly halted his running. He saw Kinomoto stumble, trying to stop as well, but he didn't care about that right now. "Where was she?"

"Here hold your own damn book!" Sakura said snapping him out of his thoughts, as she slammed the book against his chest, making him stumble backwards a little.

"What's your problem?!" he asked her annoyed. Really why couldn't this girl leave him alone?

Sakura sighed exasperated and decided to glare at him, rather than yell at him. After all, yelling took a lot more out of her than glaring did at the moment, and she was still trying to regain her breath, from rushing after him, not to mention on killer heels!

Syaoran looked back at the book which was now back in his possession and rolled his eyes. "It's just a book you know" he told her. "You do know Takashi, do you?" he then asked her eyeing her curiously. In the meantime he was still trying to locate the source of his mad dash.

"Why do you ask? Of course I know Yamazaki-kun" she said.

"Then you also know that everything he tells, is mostly a lie right? Something he made up, probably together with Eriol?" he inquired.

When she didn't reply, Syaoran knew enough and smirked. "You actually believed that crazy story about the book, didn't you?" he asked her, now highly amused.

"Arrogant bastard" she thought "that's the last time I saved your ass! He sure has a nice way of showing how grateful he is…" "So what's it to you if I did?" she asked trying to sound as bored about their current topic as she possibly could be.

"Let me put your mind at ease then. Don't worry, there is nothing scary, or even remotely dangerous about this book. And that whole nonsense about this book being magical? Don't worry about that either, because it's not. Here see?" he told her arrogantly as he opened the book and laid his hand flat on a page.

Sakura eyed him warily, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. "Hum, that's strange, so maybe he did lie… but then what happened to that previous owner Yamazaki was telling about, and why didn't anyone want that book? Were those lies too?" she wondered silently.

Syaoran smirked and decided that he had been standing around long enough. "Well I'm going to…" he never got to finish his sentence.

"Floating round and singing rhymes,
I will guide you to where the sun again shines

Try not to flee but follow me,
to once more be free

From demons clouding your vision
I'm here to help you through this mission"

"…What?" Syaoran asked.

Sakura on the other hand was looking at him strangely. "Who are you talking to?" she asked him, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Didn't you see that?" he asked her incredulously. How could anyone have missed that?

"You know…" she started to say hesitantly "maybe you should go home and lie down or something…" maybe that hit against the wall had been harder than she thought?

"Come on, now stop acting, you saw that too didn't you?" he asked her turning around to look at her seriously.

"See what?" she asked him "I haven't seen anything, I don't even know what you're talking about" she told him earnestly.

"You mean you didn't hear that crazy rhyme thing going on?" he asked her once more.

"What rhyme thing? I remember is you poking at nothing in the air looking like you've seen a ghost!" she exclaimed getting frustrated.

Syaoran didn't like her serious look at all. She wasn't kidding, he could see it in her eyes. They looked at him questioningly, afraid for his health, and frankly, he couldn't blame her. Right now he himself had doubts, big doubts about his sanity. What was wrong with him? Heads didn't float around you normally did they? And especially not the rhyming kind… right? Was he going crazy?

AN: I'm not sure if I'm entirely happy 'bout the way this chapter turned out. I had some trouble writing the court scene, especially since english isn't my first language, so any mistakes you find lol I hope you'll forgive me for them :-)

(if anyone is interested, I did put up a short one shot a few days ago, if you wanna read it go check it out and let me know what you think :-)

Thanks for reading, and any reviews are welcome!