(A/N: I realized how many loopholes I've created, I have yet to explain them, so I hope with this chapter I am able to give more explanations. Also, all my chapters were very short, because until my computer gets fixed, I have to use my brother's, and he's a sophomore, so obviously, my time on it, will be limited…Sorry about the last chapter, I did NOT like it ALL…so I apologize to you all….again…enjoy this chapter!)

Disclaimer: I wonder if anyone would if notice if I forget to put this up. -better not take chances- I don't OWN CCS…Clamp does, okay? I thought you guys were smart enough to KNOW that by now…

Chapter Nine:

What the hell is going on?

-Sakura-

Tomoyo blew her nose a little louder, then threw the used tissue away in the garbage can. She looked up at me, her face stained by tears and her eyes acutely upset.

"Tomoyo…" My voice urged softly. We were in the restrooms of the Lynn Acres Kiosk and my worry for Tomoyo grew greater since we were sitting in the bleachers. All I could comprehend out her actions, was that she must have had wanted to tell me something. Otherwise, how would we have ended up here? Everything moved in a blur after she had sung that song. A song, so familiar to me, that I was so sure I had heard somewhere, and when she sang it, I almost got the same feeling I had whenever I'm alone and dancing in the rain. It was unidentifiable, and made me feel chilled yet really warm.

"Tomoyo…" I repeated patiently. She inhaled sharply and her eyes grew larger almost. I could see tears refilling in her eyes.

Suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her until I could smell her lilac-y scent. I was even more baffled at this strange act of intimacy, but I embraced it anyways.

She spoke her voice stifled by my shoulder, "Sakura, do you know how long it's been?"

"How long?" I echoed bewildered.

She pulled away from me, her hair disarrayed around her exhausted appearing face, and sighed exasperatedly.

"Tomoyo?" I had sort of now understood something about Tomoyo. She constantly needed encouragement to keep going. And if she would eventually tell me, I would keep giving her the support she needed. Although, all I received in response was the clatter of her heels

She turned around from me and walked to the sinks and mirror. She examined herself closely.

Without turning to look at me, she beckoned, "Come over here Sakura."

I obeyed, confused as ever, trying to make as much as sense as possible of her odd actions. I reached her side and stared at my reflection in the wide mirror along with her.

"See this dark mole here?" She motioned towards her left cheek. I nodded docilely still wondering what the connection between all this and the song was.

She turned to me and traced my left cheek. "You have one too." I blinked, blankly.

"And…?"

"Don't you see? We both have moles in the same spot." Her eyes searched mine for a sign of understanding but she got none.

"Tomoyo, what does that prove?"

She sighed again and pressed her lips together.

"Okay, did you know that only Daidouji's have moles like this?"

"No." Where was Tomoyo going with this? "But now I do."

Obviously she didn't appreciate my dry humor that I had no idea where it sprouted from and placed a serious expression on her face. Maybe I was a bit slow, or bit untrusting of odd faraway possibilities, but it was a while before I got it.

I had understood what she meant. But, it was so unrealistic.

She meant-

"Sakura?" Her voice edged with slight impatience.

I shut my eyes, not knowing what to believe.

"Do you mean…that we're related?" I hesitated at the strange way the words sounded. This was just way too weird. Like all these damn revelations were some kind of twist to a stupid angsty teen movie.

Tomoyo however merely nodded at my statement.

"What were you sorry for then?" And the song? What about the song? Why does it sound so familiar?

"For not telling you sooner." Her voice was barely a whisper, and I had to lean in to hear her.

But only one thing ran through my mind:

What the hell was going on?

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We soon got back to the bleachers, Tomoyo being the one to convince me to stay. Truthfully I was tired of putting matters on hold, and I really wanted to know what was going on, however Tomoyo didn't want to talk about it anymore. It was a very unsatisfying response to all my bothersome doubts. But, nonetheless, I sat down next to her, surprised that the opening act was just finishing.

I seriously tried not to think about anything, and just enjoy being here, a place I've dreamed of being at instead of watching it on television. Wasn't I supposed to be like happy and excited and stuff? Nothing of the sort.

One word describes my situation: Anxiety. And a damned case of it.

Besides, did she expect me to just suddenly believe her? How would anyone feel after their roommate they only knew for a couple of days abruptly told them they were related? And her proof was strange. A mole?

It could be a coincidence.

Somehow, that statement just hung in the air floating behind me, now bothering me incessantly. And just somehow that possibility sounded much more insane than my life was just now. And my life, as I can humbly admit, isn't really classified on the average sixteen year old girl's life should really be.

My crazy thoughts and weird analogies were interrupted by the melody of Tomoyo's cell phone. Suddenly as I leaned in closer to Tomoyo and could hear it better, I realized it was that song that she had sung before! The one she hadn't told me anything about yet!

But why would she have it on her cell phone? I got another doubt. What if it was just another one of those popular tunes you hear a lot? It could be. I wouldn't have any reason to get overworked about it. However, I had and still was.

"Yes, I'm here." She sighed next to me. I pretended to keep my eyes on the track, but I decided to eavesdrop on her cell phone chat. Sometimes, I was just too damn curious. Or impatient to know what was going on. But who could blame me?

After a couple of strained seconds of silence, Tomoyo brightened visibly. "You will? You mean…" She trailed off with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"I love you too cute butt," She laughed into the phone. Then I got another doubt, weren't you not supposed to have your cell phones here? I guess Tomoyo didn't give. I guess I wouldn't really either.

After she put the phone back into her expensive Louis Vutton purse, I leaned toward her and asked, "Why does that song sound so familiar?"

She didn't answer, and I of course being as persistent as I am, asked again.

Finally she looked at me and smiled, "I'll tell you later." I hated those kinds of answers. Seriously, I am dying of all this –ignorance- of my own stinking life.

First, I get attacked by amnesia, and when I just want to slam open the doors, and demand answers of from my so-called 'Auntie Yelan', I have to crouch and eavesdrop. Secondly, I wasn't allowed newspapers/magazines at their house and no decent person would tell me why they were whispering about me, so my source ended being eavesdropping again. Thirdly, it was this-

A loud whistle immediately quieted the restless crowd, and of course blew my angry thoughts right off. What was it with loud noises disturbing my ability to think properly? I had no idea.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The chestnut hair man screamed and everyone else joined him. Huh, so lame. Who says ladies and gentlemen anymore? That is very passé, I thought sourly.

"Now, down to the real business." At this everyone shrieked even louder. I felt, it was just Tomoyo and I who were excluded from this group of 'everyone'.

"This year, 2005, Champion of the Insomnia Races, has been named-" He was cut off by more loud screams, from of course enthusiastic fans. Of course, I would've cheered along with them, if I was at home. I felt vaguely embarrassed now, of how I stomped my feet earlier. Did I really do that? Well, I didn't feel like any cheering now anyways.

He raised a hand. "This year," He repeated, "Champion of the Insomnia Races, the champion for the previous five years…is Syaoran Li!" Okay, I couldn't help smiling at this. I loved the guy, seriously, no matter how sour my mood was now.

The crowd cheered loudly, and as soon as he started to speak again, they quieted a bit. "Now you all know the rules about the closing race, don' t you?" They cheered in response.

"This year," He continued, "We have a bit of a challenge for our Champion. It's been way too easy for him lately, so we decided why not toughen up a bit?"

Again, the fans cheered loudly.

"Instead, we are having the laps drop one down!" My eyes widened. He continued without even the slightest notice of everyone's astonishment, "It's six laps for runner up Chris, and four laps for third place; Yuu." The crowd approved deafeningly.

"Is our Champion up to the challenge? Who thinks Li can run his eight laps faster than Chris can run his six?" They went wild, screaming yes for answer.

I however stood there shocked. Six laps? Last year, to keep the trophy, all Syaoran had to was to outrun Chris in seven. There was always the little detail that a lap was only an eighth of a lap, but he barely tied this year. I frowned; this wasn't good. But obviously, I couldn't lose faith in him. So, I ignoring my earlier embarrassment, I screamed just as stridently for him, when the race began.

And you know what?

He won.

(A/N: Sorry, I just don't feel like finishing the chappie…but, I WILL promise that the next chapter will be MUCH more eventful and Syaoran will meet Sakura…D..oh yeah, the MORE reviews I get, the FASTER the update…HINT HINT…)