Scars Chapter 3

Sakura sat there in his warm embrace. She didn't know exactly why she was still in his arms. She didn't even know him. She could hardly hold onto his name, and here she was, in the arms of a stranger who she'd known for only a few days.

Why did he speak to her like she knew him? They'd met at the same time. She thought she remembered him from some unseen memory lost in her innocent childhood. She sat there trying to ignore the small voice in her mind pleading with her to get away, while something deep in her heart told her to stay.

But as in most people, the mind overpowers the heart and she shoved herself away from Syaoran. Almost immediately she felt a harsh wind ravish her body making her shiver and making her wish she were back in the warm embrace of the stranger. She looked into his confused amber eyes and looked away.

So many things were running threw her mind. Her sudden actions done in a sort of panic and haste. Syaoran stood confused and started walking towards her. Just a moment ago they were getting along fine, and now, she seemed almost terrified of him. It was like there were two sides to Sakura now. The lost lonely side that was seeking the comfort of another and then there was the other side that was just as lost and confused but refused to get close to anyone, sheltering herself from some unforeseen pain. Both sides unsure, yet sure at the same time at what they wanted.

Sakura stood before him, now meeting his gaze. Before Syaoran could do anything, her Star Staff was out and Sakura had summoned The Dash and she ran from him. Syaoran wondered for a second at why she hadn't used the fly, when he saw all the people that were still in the park and on the streets.

Syaoran let out a deep sigh. At least he had gotten to talk to her. It wasn't at all how he had first envisioned there first meeting alone together would be. He had envisioned something along the lines of a date, and less of a counseling session. 'Still, at least now...I know a little more.'

Syaoran sighed again and started walking out of the park. He had no control of where he was going. He was brought out of his daze several times by honking cars that had almost hit him while he was crossing the street.

When Syaoran looked up from his daze, he was standing in front of a large house. More like mansion actually. On the large Iron Gate before him was a metal plaque that read: "Daidouji."

"What the heck am I doing here?"

A small intercom to his right buzzed and a familiar voice came threw. "Syaoran? Is that you? What are you doing here? One of my guards told me a strange bewildered young man had been standing if front of the manor for 15 minutes and came to ask if it was one of my friends."

"Im sorry, I honestly don't know why I'm here. I hadn't realized I'd been standing out here this long."

"Its ok, as long as you're here, you wanna come in?"

"Uh, sure."

There was no response to his acceptance of the invitation, just the slow creaking of the gates opening. Syaoran walked threw a bit hesitantly and went up to the front door where he was greeted warmly by Tomoyo.

"Come on in. Make yourself at home." "Thanks."

"So, what brings you here?"

"Its, its about Sakura."

Tomoyo sighed, "You may want to sit down. This could take a while."

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Sakura ran blindly threw the crowded streets. It was rush hour and the streets were full of people making their way home from their busy lives. As she slowed her run to a hurried walk, she saw people like her that for one reason or another found them selves drunk in a bar.

"Damn it, if only I were a few years older, I could be in there losing my self in alcohol and drugs."

"Trust me honey, you don't wanna be in there with those drunk fools."

"Who said that?" Sakura said panicked, she hadn't realized she had spoken out loud and looked around frightened for the keeper of the raspy voice she had heard.

"Take it from an old woman like me. You don't wanna become alcohols bitch. A pretty girl like yous got nothing ta fret over. And if ya do, don't wish ta be in there with all o' those drunken bastards. Unless its your goal to end up like me." The old woman said laughing a bit, taking a swig from some unknown drink in a paper bag. The woman walked up closer to Sakura inspecting her like she were for sale and Sakura caught the woman's sent. Full of alcohol and other smells she didn't want to know the name of.

She took a couscous step back from the woman, looking at her with distaste. "What do you know? You don't know anything about me."

"Really now?" the woman said amused. "I know more than you think. Trust me honey, pry a bit deeper in that pretty head of yours and you'll know. The only one keeping you from bein' happy is you. Oh, and you might want to find out who this amber-eyed stranger of yours is. If ya ask me, he one fine piece of ass." She said starting to laugh, which soon turned into a cough.

"Stay the hell away from me." Sakura was a little scared now, the way the woman was looking at her, one would have thought she knew everything, all her little secrets. She felt a strange vibe emit from the woman and her first instinct took over her and she ran.

"And you might want to interrogate that stuffed animal of yours sweetheart!" the old woman called after her laughing menacingly.

'KERO! But how does she know? Who is that lady?'

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Sakura didn't stop running till she reached her house and was in her room. She locked the door and turned off the TV.

"HEY! What'd ya do that for! I was winning!"

"Shut up Kero and listen!" Sakura was a bit surprised herself at the anger in her voice and the way she had talked to her guardian beast.

Kero could sense there was something important she needed to tell him and let her 'rude behavior' slide. "Sakura what is it?"

Sakura didn't answer him right away and instead took out an old picture album from underneath her mattress. 'Where did that come from? I've never seen that before.' Kero thought to himself.

Sakura dropped the album on the bed and it fell open before the little beast. "Oh no, Sakura, where did you get this?"

"It doesn't matter! Now tell me! WHO IS THAT!?" She demanded, pointing at a picture of Syaoran.

Kero quickly leafed through the album and saw that this was the album from years ago of the pictures that Tomoyo had taken of the card captures. 'Why does she still have this? I thought I got rid of all the pictures! Oh God, and she was so happy before too. Im gonna kill that gaki'

Kero let out a distressed sigh. "Sakura, this may take some time."

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Wow, they sure did sigh a lot in this chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this last chapter. Im sorry it took so long to update and I hope it was worth the wait. (Haha, yeah right.) Anyways, I promise the little conversations will be coming in the next chapter. So, the sooner you review, the sooner I'll update. And I apologize for the shortness of the chapter.

Oh yea, and I have a new fic incase you want to read it. Im not sure what came over me, but I wrote a peter pan fic. I'd like to know what you guys think, and its really not that bad if I say so myself. I don't know. Im just throwing that out there for any of you who are interested.

Ciao!