Those were not exactly the words he expected such an innocent looking girl to say. He decided to speak up. "Who," he started, hesitating. She whipped her head round to look at him in surprise. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Um," She said, looking panicked. "Um, um," she was looking around desperately now, then her eyes fixed on the sakura tree next to her. "Um, Sakura?" She said slowly, as if trying it out. She had a funny look on her face that seemed to say 'I wonder if he'll believe me?'

"You, you weren't there a minute ago, were you?" Syaoran asked, checking.

"I was, er, I was…" She thought for a moment. "I was climbing the tree? Yeah, that's what I was doing, and I sort of fell." She grinned sheepishly.

Syaoran looked down at the scroll he had in his hand. She seemed to have appeared right after he said the strange words, and there was that strange glow he'd noticed… "I don't suppose you know anything about this, do you?" He asked, holding it out for her to see.

She brightened when she saw it. "Oh, why didn't you say about that in the first place? Would have saved me trying to use my imagination, heh."

"What?" He asked, completely confused.

She looked at him suspiciously. "Do you know what that says?" She asked.

"No, my Japanese isn't that great. I was saying the words, and then you appeared, and this is confusing, what's going on?"

"Hmm, this could be interesting then," she muttered. Then she said, "Would you mind helping me up?" and held out her hand to him.

Syaoran didn't like having to run around after girls, but since this was way out of his league, he obliged. As she stood, with her hand in his, some of the petals started falling away.

"Oh, no," she said. "Stupid dress."

Syaoran noticed irritably that she was still holding his hand.

"Could I have my hand back please?" He asked impatiently. She looked up to the end of her arm and saw that she was indeed still clutching his hand. She blushed, and let go quickly. She went back to examining her outfit with great interest, attempting to hide her red cheeks.

She sighed as more petals fell and said, "It's no good, this isn't going to last me very long. Can I borrow your jacket?" She asked brightly.

"What? No!" He said, scowling at her. Who was she anyway?

She huffed, and said, "Well fine. I should warn you though, all this," she gestured the flowers making up her dress, "is going to fall off. And I'm not wearing anything underneath."

They were both blushing now, as he silently handed her his jacket. "Thank you," she said politely, and put it on. It just about covered the essentials, coming to mid way down her thigh. "Now then, you'd better take me home," she said.

"What?" That seemed to be all he was saying around this girl, he thought. "Why should I take you home?"

"Well, because," she said, thinking, "Because, you're a nice person? Anyway, I think the least you can do is put a roof over my head and lend me some of your clothes, of course." She watched him expectantly.

"How do you figure that?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, well, look you just do, okay?" She said in a frustrated tone.

"I think not, I'm not letting you stay in my house, what's my mother going to say?" He demanded.

She winced, and said, "I don't know, 'hi, nice to meet you'?"

"You're on your own," Syaoran said, and started to walk off, having enough of the girl and the conversation.

"Wait, you can't just leave me here!" She cried. "What kind of man are you? Leaving a defenceless and scantily clad girl all alone to fend for herself!" She gasped and called to his retreating back, "You're not gay, are you?"

Syaoran nearly blew his top at that. Stalking back, fuming, and causing Sakura to cower a bit, he screamed, "I AM NOT GAY!" He breathed deeply, trying to calm down as he glared at her. She watched him with wide eyes, waiting to see what happened. Finally, when he deemed himself calm enough, he said, "Fine, you can come back to my house, but," he said quickly as she perked up, "You are only coming so that you can borrow some clothes and I can get my jacket back, and you are not staying, is that clear?"

She pouted, and said, "Fine. You know, I imagined you to be nicer than this."

He started to reply, then stopped as her words hit his brain. "What do you mean, you imagined me?"

"Do we have to talk about this now, in the middle of a footpath as the breeze robs me of what's left of my dress or would you rather talk when I am fully dressed?" She asked, only a slight reddish tinge on her cheeks.

Syaoran sighed, and said, "Fine, come on then." With that, he started stalking back home, not looking back.

"Hey, wait for me!" She called, running to catch up with him.

When they arrived at his house he could only see the odd petal on her legs, not that he was really looking. He opened the door to his house, although 'Sakura' was quick to point out that it wasn't really a house, being too big.

"It's more like a mansion," she marvelled, looking back at the carefully tended garden they'd just walked through.

"Yeah yeah," Syaoran said, pulling her inside. She looked around with interest as Syaoran checked the coast was clear.

"Right, come on," he said, and walked up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To my room," He said, then he noticed she'd suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" He asked, as she blushed profusely.

"To – to your room?" She said, timidly.

Syaoran suddenly understood. His face was swallowed up in red as he stuttered out quickly, "N-no! I mean, not like that, I mean, just while I find you something to wear."

"Oh," She said, somewhere between relief and… what? Disappointment? Syaoran quickly shook his head. No, of course not, don't be so stupid, he told himself. Why would she be disappointed? He didn't ponder the question too long, and quickly ran up the stairs to his room.

"Hey!" He heard her cry out behind him. "Wait for me!"

Once they were in his room she looked around with interest. There wasn't a lot to look at though, as Syaoran had never collected many things. There was the standard bed, wardrobe, and desk that most guys his age had but not much else. The room could have been anyone's.

Sakura stood awkwardly in the middle of his room as he put his stuff away. "I'll be right back, and then you can start explaining yourself," he said, looking at her intensely. She cowered a bit under his gaze, but nodded. Syaoran left her and headed for his eldest sister's room. She had moved out to go to university, but there was still quite a few of her things here. Nothing she would miss, thought Syaoran. He hoped, anyway.

He managed to sort out a top and long skirt that looked like they could fit Sakura, but he refused point blank to go after underwear for her, as that would involve looking at his sister's bras and such, which is traumatic for any brother, but it would also involve thinking of what size Sakura was, which was wrong, he was supposed to be an educated young gentleman, and as far as he knew they were not supposed to contemplate what size a girl they'd only just met was. Or any girl's, for that matter. If she wanted underwear, she'd have to go buy her own.

When he got back, she had her back to him, looking in his wardrobe. "What're you doing?" He asked, making her jump.

"Sorry," she said quickly, shutting the doors. "Ah, those look nice!" She exclaimed when she saw the clothes he had bought. She took them off him, then hesitated. "Um," she said, blushing, "could you turn around please?"

"Oh!" He said, and quickly spun around before she saw the worst of his blush. He heard the sound of his jacket being unzipped, and then tossed on the bed. There was more rustling of clothes, then she cried, "Done!"

He turned cautiously round, and she stood beaming before him, looking quite cute in his sister's clothes.

He was about to say something when he heard a voice calling, "Syaoran!"

"Oh no!" He said looking at Sakura with absolute horror in his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, feeling the beginnings of panic settling itself on her.

"You've got to hide! Quick!" He whispered urgently. He frantically looked around his room for somewhere to hide her, for once realising just how bare his room really was. There was no choice, she would have to go in the wardrobe. He quickly grabbed her arm and shoved her in the wardrobe, which earned him a, "Hey!" and there was a small retaliation which she didn't win.

"Please just stay in here and be quiet!" He pleaded. Sakura looked into his wide, round pleading, and above all, adorable eyes, and nodded. He just got the door shut as the owner of the voice walked in…

Hooray, another chapter! Heh, usually it takes me forever to write new chapters, but never mind.

Reviews!

Tashmal: Very perceptive of you, lol. And as for the 'oh bugger,' well, if I'd just landed on my, ahem, 'rear end' in the middle of a footpath, I think I'd be saying that too. Or worse, but you know, Sakura's a nice girl who doesn't think those things. Hope this was soon enough for you!

FlowerLover: Heh, ok ok, I'm updating!

stardust 16: Well thank you! I hope it lives up to your expectations! I'm noticing a pattern here with people telling me to update soon…

quamgirl: Your wish is granted! Thank the fairy Tweezer, who has imaginative ways to make me update! Was it cute? I didn't think so, but meh, what do I know? And I'm glad you read my other stories, thanks!

gbzgtfan2004: Again I'm being branded with this cuteness! It's not my fault they're a cute couple! I swear, for my next story I'm going to have Syaoran go on a killing spree or something!

…Maybe not. Lol, I don't mind really. Anyway, I intend to continue so yay, be happy.

UreyEz13: You sound like the voice of experience. I will be going back to my others, er, sometime… Was it that obvious I hate homework? Heh, oh well. I don't have homework anymore, cos I'm too old to go to school! Don't hate me because of it though.

Neway, for anyone who's interested or cares, I'm working on another chapter of Back to School, so hopefully it should be up soon.