A/N: Here is a REVISED version of chapter 19...honestly, I don't know WHAT got into me...hopefully, now it's less rushed and a bit better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.

CinderSakura

By: Lotus Dreams

Chapter 19: Memory Recovered

Syaoran hung up on the phone, exhilarated by what he had just heard. Also, he was finally able to get back at that stupid Manami bitch who said she was Sakura...

Nadeshiko was released from hospital a couple of days ago, but she still kept having throbbing headaches, and frequently broke down crying. Plus, Touya had just come into power as the new leader of Kinomoto Inc., and he was pushing Nadeshiko really hard. Finally, she just took a couple of days off, but Syaoran knew that it would take more than a couple of days for her to recover.

Nadeshiko kept telling him about seeing herself as a little girl...and a man she never knew...she described him as brown-haired, with glasses. Plus, another boy kept appearing when she had these headaches...someone with dark hair, approximately seventeen years of age...

He put the pieces together. She's getting her memory back...little by little...that man is her father, and that boy is her older brother - Touya. And right now, he's pushing her so hard...If there was a time for him to support Nadeshiko, it was now...or, rather, support Sakura.

Although first, he wanted to do a little research, just to verify some missing pieces...


Manami used her money to hire people to find out the whereabouts of her father, and soon, she was standing outside his hotel room door in The Orchid Hotel. She wanted to check on up him just in case...well, just in case he spilled his guts. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

"Hai?" came a voice from inside. Unmistakeably Matsuo.

Manami faked her voice. "Room service!"

Matsuo frowned from inside the room. Room service? Did I order room service? He walked up to the door, opening, saying, "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong room - " When he saw Manami, he literally froze. The malicious and evil look on her face...

In a flash, Matsuo tried to slam the door shut, but Manami was too quick for him. Her hand shot out, stopping the door, and she forced her way in. Matsuo tumbled back.

"What do you want?" he snarled.

"What do I want? What do you want?" Manami shot back. "If you want to live, then you'll keep your mouth shut. If you want to die...then blabber all you want. You know the consequences; I think I showed you last time...only it's going to be worse, because that time was because you were only threatening me," she hissed.

"You little hag," Matsuo spat. "Not dressed like a tramp today, eh?"

It was true. Manami was dressed in a blindingly white power suit, with a knee-length skirt, with a blazer over a top that showed no cleavage at all. Manami's eyes narrowed. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

"I said, 'not dressed like a TRAMP today, eh?'" Suddenly, Manami lashed out with her leather purse, striking Matsuo across the cheek.

"You know, I could always call those guys back."

"Tuh. You need a whole gang of guys to do your dirty work for you, eh? You think you're so tough, beating up your old otou-san. You should be ASHAMED of yourself, Manami. Ashamed."

"I probably should be," Manami said, "But right now, I'm in a little too deep to back out now. And, you need to answer one of my questions...have you told anyone about Nadeshiko yet?"

"Her name is Sakura, jackass."

"Nani? What did you say?"

"Her real name is Kinomoto Sakura. The girl you've been trying to impersonate."

"How would you know that?" demanded Manami. "How would you know that? TELL ME!"

"I have my sources," said Matsuo nastily. "Now get out."

"Iie, not until you answer me." Then Manami's eyes widened. "You told ojii-chan, didn't you?" she screeched. "And that infernal puppy dog of his, Korin or whatever his name is! YOU TOLD THEM, DIDN'T YOU?"

"And if I did?"

"YOU SON OF A - " Then, she realized something. She stopped screaming, and amazingly, she started to calm down. Matsuo had a determined look in his eye, ready to stand up to his no-good daughter, until she started laughing. Laughing. Like a crazy maniac, she was laughing.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you told Mr. Kinomoto or Korin or both," she whispered, giggling. "You know why?...BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!" she screamed, yet laughing her head off. "MR. - KINOMOTO - AND - KORIN - ARE - BOTH - FREAKING - DEAD!"

Then she eyed her father dangerously. "Don't tell anyone else, dear otou-san," she threatened. "Or...I'll make sure not only you will have an accident, but Nadeshiko will too." As she turned to leave, she heard her father say:

"It's Sakura, bitch."


"Otou-san - where are you? I can't find you..."

"I'm here, Sakura."

"Where?"

"Right...behind you!"

"Ouch! That tickles! Ow! Stop! Otou-san!"

Fujitaka smiled. "Tsk, tsk, Sakura-chan, you must really start to perfect your hide-and-seek skills."

"Or maybe otou-san is just too good for me to find." Fujitaka laughed and ruffled her hair.

"Maybe." She smiled big up at him, and then his expression was tinged with sadness.

"Your smile is just like your mother's."

"Really? Oh...I can't really remember much of her."

"Nadeshiko was beautiful. Just like you, Sakura-chan."

"Nadeshiko? Is that mom's name?"

"That's right."

"It's so pretty."

"Not as pretty as her." Fujitaka then laughed. "How about another game of hide-and-seek!"

"You're on, otou-san!"

He checked his watch suddenly. "Oh no, it's time for otou-san to go."

"Nani?" she said incredulously. "This fast?"

"That's right." Then, a trickle of blood leaked from one of his nostrils. He kept smiling at her...

"Otou-san...your nose...it's bleeding..."

Another trickle of blood slowly leaked out from the other nostril...it was running down his chin, but Fujitaka still smiled at her...it was as if nothing was wrong...the flow of blood was faster down...his chin was covered in blood...

"O...Otou-san?"

"Good-bye, Sakura." Then he started to fade. Fade...

"WAIT!" Sakura screamed. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING? OTOU-SAN! STOP! IIE! DADDY..."

Too late. Fujitaka was...gone.


Nadeshiko woke up, only to find that her face was wet with tears. She had been crying in her sleep. Ugh...great. She fished out the ring again...Syaoran was still at work, and the ring was her only source of comfort at the moment...

Nadeshiko. Kinomoto Nadeshiko. The man in the dream had said she was her mother. Then what is my name? He had called her something...same as last time...Sakura?

Funny, she couldn't remember anything before the age of 10...maybe the dreams were some sort of gateway to her past memories? Besides...because she couldn't remember anything, there was also the possibility that anything Mr. and Mrs. Harada said were all lies, although she didn't want to think that way.

Ugh...I'm going to take a walk...she stuffed her hand into her pocket, hoping to some money in case she needed it. All she pulled out were a couple of bills and change. A memory hit her painfully as she remembered that Manami had taken all her money she had saved up before. (chapter 4)

She counted her money, and sighed. If she got hungry, all she could probably buy was a burger somewhere. Oh well. Better than nothing. She went down the stairs, occasionally stopping to massage her forehead.

Tomoyo noticed her at the bottom of the steps, and hurriedly rushed to her side. "Nadeshiko!" The name seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and then she realized Tomoyo was calling her. Strange, why did the name seem so unfitting and unfamiliar now...?

"Don't worry, Tomoyo-chan, I'm just gonna take a walk."

"Do you have your cell phone with you?"

"I - nani?"

"Cell phone. The one Syaoran gave you?"

"Oh, yeah, that." Nadeshiko was still finding it hard to get used to the cell phone. Everything seemed hard to get used to all of a sudden..."Um, yeah, I think it's in my pocket."

"Oh wait, it's over there," said Tomoyo, pointing at it beside the TV. She quickly retrieved it and gave it to Nadeshiko. "I'll call you if it gets too late, or you call me if you need a ride, okay?"

Nadeshiko's large green eyes were grateful. "Arigatou, Tomoyo." She sighed. "Everybody's been so good to me lately. You, your mother, Syaoran...I've never been treated to this much kindness before. I feel like...I feel like I owe everyone a debt."

"Shut up." Tomoyo seemed a little angry. "We are friends, Nadeshiko. We help each other out. This is nothing. The only debt you'll pay me is if you're not here when Syaoran comes knocking on the door, and then he gets angry at me for letting you go outside for so long." Tomoyo smiled playfully at her. "And if that happens, I will personally make sure you are punished."

Nadeshiko grinned. "Don't worry, I won't be long. Ja, Tomoyo-chan."

"Ja."


Syaoran was driving as fast as he could in order to get home immediately, dying to tell Nadeshiko - Sakura - what he had just found out. Oddly enough, he had always thought someone like her didn't really look like a 'Nadeshiko' flower...more of a...cherry blossom flower. Ugh, whatever, concentrate on driving, you've got to get the truth to the REAL Sakura!

In his haste, he failed to notice Sakura walk quickly past him on the sidewalk.

When he got to Tomoyo, he pressed the doorbell furiously. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong -

"Alright!" hissed Tomoyo crossly, flinging open the door. "My GOD, you don't have to try and make us all go deaf! My mom is SLEEPING, for heaven's sake! Do you think she'll fall asleep with you making this racket?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about that - where's Sak - Nadeshiko?"

"She's out. She wanted to take a walk." Tomoyo rubbed her ears. "Ow. They still hurt from the doorbell you so graciously punched repeatedly."

"Whatever," growled Syaoran, "I need to find Sak - Nadeshiko. NOW. This is really important, I would not be trying to kill your stupid doorbell for nothing, it's really, REALLY important!"

"Life-or-death important?"

"Almost - it has to do with her past."

"Her past?"

"Her lost memories before she turned 10!" said Syaoran impatiently. "When she was 10, she was crossing the street, and then that effed-up Manami girl's - you know, who had blonde hair before she dyed it auburn - dad was driving, and he crashed into her! And from then on, she lost her memory, and couldn't remember a damn thing about her childhood at all! And get this - her real name is Sakura, not Nadeshiko! AND, Harada Manami is pretending to be her! That's why her hair is auburn now, instead of blonde!"

Tomoyo was staring at Syaoran with her mouth open. Wide open. "What. The. Hell. Did. You. Just. Say."

"I said, Nadeshiko's real name is Kinomoto Sakura, the Manami girl is a phony, and she is the granddaughter of the recently deceased owner of Kinomoto Inc.! Which means that she is not sibling-less, but she has a billionaire older brother!"

"And you know this how?"

"I spoke to the guy that had caused the car accident that completely erased her memory, and he told me everything he knew. That's how I know. Plus, I paid a little visit to the hospital, and after hours of persuading and searching, I found the answer - Nade - I mean, Sakura's blood type is A. Manami's blood type is B. And guess what Touya's blood type is?"

"No really."

"I'm serious."

"You can't be. This is just...too surreal. This can't be happening."

"It's A."

"Okay, maybe we're not paying enough attention to you, Syaoran, but this is no excuse to make up stories that are utterly impossible and hard to believe. I mean, it's a fantastic story and all, but come on..."

"Do you want me to explain it to you again?"

"Syaoran - "

He did anyway. Slowly. He explained how he had gotten inconvertible proof that Nadeshiko was not Nadeshiko, and the sister of the owner of a large company. He explained how everything became how it was, and how everything seemed so impossible but was not, and recounted each part bit by bit again so Tomoyo could savour it.

"But..." Tomoyo tried to grasp the right words. "Don't you think this is a little far-fetched? I mean, I know Manami's an annoying little cow, but you cannot possibly be saying she's pretending to be the sister of one of the richest people in Japan?"

"Yeah? Well, let's find Nadeshiko - er, Sakura - and maybe we'll find out for ourselves." Syaoran dragged Tomoyo with him, shoved her into his car, and they drove off. We're gonna find Sakura fast, thought Syaoran confidently. Real fast. And we can introduce her properly to her brother.


2 minutes later, Syaoran found himself apologizing profusely to some guy, because he had accidentally bumped his car into his car in his (again) haste to depart. Tomoyo was looking bored.

"Look, I'm really, really, sorry - "

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" The man yelled. "This - this was a NEW car, until you ruined it! And a brand-new model, too! Now look at it, the paint's scratched off, the license plate's been crushed - "

"IT'S NOTHING!" shouted Syaoran. "IT WAS JUST A LITTLE BUMP, IT'S NOTHING SERIOUS, AND I DON'T SEE ANY PAINT SCRATCHED OFF WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU POINTING TO?" The man pointed stubbornly at the back of his car, where Syaoran certainly did not bump.

"ARE YOU STUPID?" Syaoran roared. "I BUMPED THE FRONT OF YOUR CAR, NOT THE FREAKING BACK! ARE YOU BLIND? OR MAYBE YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ANYTHING WRONG ABOUT YOUR CAR MY FAULT, BECAUSE YOU WANT TO SQUEEZE SOME MONEY OUT OF ME!"

"HOW DARE YOU!" The man bellowed. "THIS CAR IS BRAND NEW, I JUST GOT IT TWO DAYS AGO, AND - AND LOOK AT THE STATE OF IT - "

"Brand new model? And it's not used?" interrupted Tomoyo mildly.

"YES!" The man howled.

"As in you've only just got it a couple of days ago?"

"YES!"

Tomoyo glanced into the front window. "Then why is there a red brochure on the passenger's seat saying 1994 Honda?"

The man suddenly closed his mouth, and he turned bright red.

"By the way, your car is a little too dirty to be purchased only two days ago," Tomoyo pointed out. "Please stop lying. We have a very important thing to do right now, we must help a girl get her memories from 10 years ago back, and also punish a girl pretending to be the sister of a rich owner of a cell phone company."

The man turned a deeper shade of red and started spluttering. "I - I - you - "

"Oh fine," snapped Tomoyo, "it's money you want, isn't it?" She plunged her hand into her pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. "Take this," she said savagely, and hurled them at him. "Little phony."

Syaoran didn't have time to thank her; she immediately went back inside his car, and he wordlessly climbed back in, started the ignition, and drove away.

After a bit, he said, "That was brilliant, Tomoyo."

She shrugged. "Elementary, Syaoran."


She had just passed a park when she met Manami. Stopping dead in her tracks, she eyed her warily.

"Hello, Manami."

"Oh, it's you," sneered Manami. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I feel that I am obligated to a little walk now and then, don't you think?"

"Don't you feel smart, using big words."

"If you don't understand one, just ask me to tell you what it means, you don't have to make a sarcastic remark." Manami blinked and her face turned into an ugly grimace.

"Now you've learned to mock me, eh?" she hissed. "You know, I could easily send a couple of guys to fix you up...you know, screw you up real bad..."

"You wouldn't dare." Her tone had changed. You have gone too far...

"Yes I would."

"No you wouldn't." A new voice had joined the conversation, and she turned to find...Syaoran? He was smirking big time, but there was something about it...angry, too..."You wouldn't dare spend money that is not yours...especially on people to go after Nadeshiko." He winked at her, but this was no flirty or friendly wink. "Or maybe I should say..."

"Kinomoto Sakura," Tomoyo finished, emerging from Syaoran's car also, her eyes ablaze, "The real one, not the fake one."

Manami stepped back, and she almost tripped over her own feet. "Wh-what are you talking about?" she said, trying not to sound shaky or nervous.

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about, Manami." Syaoran crossed his arms.

Tomoyo walked forward. With her long dark hair and tall grace, she seemed to tower over Manami. Grabbing her wrist and yanking her close, she said to her in her most dangerous voice, "A simple DNA test will prove everything. Or blood test." Manami's eyes widened in fear. "You should have nothing to be worried about, of course," said Tomoyo conversationally, "Unless you're not the real Sakura."

"Let me go," Manami said through gritted teeth, every syllable dripping with venom. "I have no idea what the hell you are talking about, and you better let go of me right now before I call the cops." Tomoyo glared at her.

"We should be calling the cops on you! I cannot believe you can even think of attempting to do something this - this daring, this horrible, this disgusting - I am not letting go of you. In fact, I am going to drag you to the Kinomoto house, and I will prove to Tina - "

"Touya," Syaoran whispered.

"Yes, I know, Toyota," said Tomoyo, annoyed. "As I was saying - or threatening, rather - "

"It's TOUYA," said Syaoran loudly.

"Oh. Well anyway," said Tomoyo, glaring at Manami again, "I will tell this Touya person exactly who his little sister is."

On the side, the real Sakura was getting a little confused, as Syaoran and Tomoyo had completely ignored her. As Tomoyo continued ranting on and on to Manami and dissing her, Syaoran turned to Sakura. "Hello, Sakura," he said. Oddly enough, though he had called her 'Nadeshiko' many times in a loving voice...Sakura seemed equally sweet.

"Can...can you explain to me what's going on?" she asked. Syaoran summarized briefly what Matsuo had told him, and as he said each word, she accepted it...she knew she should have been shocked, and what Syaoran was saying was so hardly possible she must have been dreaming, but she accepted each and every word...as if she knew she was called Sakura and had a brother named Touya deep inside, hidden somewhere in her brain...

"My...my name is...Sakura?" she whispered, after he was finished. Syaoran nodded. "But...I don't remember...anything...about being called Sakura...just...in my dreams..." But even in the dreams it sounds so right...

"You still need the final piece of the puzzle," Syaoran said gently. "Probably something to trigger your memory."

"We're going over to that Toyata guy's house right now," said Tomoyo fiercely, dragging Manami over. Then she caught Syaoran's look and mentally slapped herself. "Sorry. I meant Touya."


When Touya opened the door, a mixture of feelings went through him:

a) pleasantly surprised to see Syaoran

b) confused to see a stranger; some pretty girl with long black hair

c) surprised to see 'Sakura' to be back so early; she was usually out late

d) outraged to see 'Nadeshiko'

"Hello Syaoran. Hello Sakura. Who are you? And I thought I said I never wanted to see you again," he said, glaring at the real Sakura.

"You may resent that," Syaoran declared. "Because this girl here, that you think is Sakura - is NOT. She is a fraud, she is a phony, and she was only trying to pretend to be your little sister because she wanted the money and the fame and everything that comes with it. This," he said, pulling the real Sakura close to him, "is your little sister."

Touya stared at Syaoran for a moment, taking in his words, before asking, "Do you have any idea about what you're saying?"

"I'm 100 percent sure, Kinomoto-sama. Nadeshiko here is Sakura - the real Sakura."

"Don't be stupid," snarled Touya. "How could you possibly know about my family? And how dare you bring that woman back and say that she is Sakura! I have the real one right beside you."

"I don't care what sort of cover-up story Manami gave to fool you into thinking she's Sakura," said Syaoran, "But I'm sure she's Manami and not Sakura, and Sakura here is - well, Sakura."

"And...does she have any recollections of me? Or Sakura's life before she was hit?"

There was an uneasy silence. Manami gloated in triumph. "Do a simple DNA test," Tomoyo spat. "Right now."

"Now?"

"That's right."

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Besides, I'm pretty sure Sakura here is my little sister." Touya gestured to Manami.

"And why is that?"

"Because she had my mother's ring."

"Well, she doesn't have any ring right now," said Tomoyo impatiently.

"Wait," said the real Sakura suddenly, "did you say...a ring?"

"Yeah, why?" said Touya suspiciously.

"Do you mean...this one?" She took out the ring hung onto the shoelace out of her shirt. Her hand took it out, but her mind was saying all sorts of things inside her head: you stupid idiot! How can it be his mom's ring? That's impossible. Because your name is Nadeshiko, and his mother's name must not be Nadeshiko, right? Because if his mother was named Nadeshiko, then it would mean that you are his mother, which makes no sense at all, because you are obviously younger than him...and a lot stupider too, who would even think these absurd thoughts...

Instantly, Touya was shocked. Not only did she have the ring...she also had the shoelace that he had hung the ring onto! "What the hell..."

Manami snapped, "That doesn't prove anything, don't listen to her, Touya, she stole that ring from me - onii-chan, listen to me - "

"Oh please," said Tomoyo in a disgusted voice. "Onii-chan? Give me a break, Manami, he is not your older brother - not in the DNA sense, anyway." Then, Manami spat in Tomoyo's face. She had once idolized Tomoyo, but not anymore, not when she was going to foil her plans.

In that split second, Tomoyo's face contorted in rage, and without thinking, she bitch-slapped Manami right across the face. And the funny thing was, as soon as she struck her, she knocked Manami's contact lenses right out of her eyes because she was using such a tremendous force, and they clattered right in front of Touya. He stared at them for a moment, then bent down and picked them up.

Time seemed to stop.

"I cannot believe I was so stupid," he said hoarsely. He looked at Manami. "These contacts are green. Your eyes - your eyes are really blue!"

"No - it's not like that - it's a set up - " Manami was desperate.

"But...how can this be?" Touya whispered. "I was so sure..."

"Exactly, they only want your money, Touya, so they can spend it, I'm Sakura, onii-chan, I'm your Sakura!"

"And...how can Nadeshiko be Sakura? Her name is...well...Nadeshiko."

"What's your mother's name, Touya?" said Syaoran quietly.

"...Nadeshiko."

"And her last name, when she married your father?"

"...Kinomoto."

"Sakura lost her memory the moment she hit that car," said Syaoran, "and when she woke up, and was asked for her name, she took out the ring and saw the words 'Kinomoto Nadeshiko' engraved on it. And thinking it was her name, she adopted the title."

His words seemed to click something inside Touya's brain. He snapped to Manami. "I can't believe this," he said quietly. "It's so hard to believe...but...I am forced to accept it." Then, he used his most dangerous voice and ordered, "Get out."

"ONII-CHAN!" screeched Manami. Touya ignored her. Manami was really very pretty, still...a very pretty girl...she looked better with her blonde hair...it better matched her intense blue eyes, which were shining and dancing with fire, looking bluer than ever...(A/N: No, he's not in love with her (ew!) I'm just trying to emphasize the blueness of Manami's eyes. I also remember saying that Manami was a very pretty girl, but had an ugly personality.)

Touya could not believe his own stupidity. How could I have actually thought it was her! "Get. Out. Of. My. Sight. Right. Now!" Then he turned away from her, as if he could not bear to look at her for another second.

The last couple of words rang in her head. Defeated, humiliated, and beaten, Manami started to walk backward slowly, her body full of shock. This cannot be happening...This can't be happening...This is impossible! Wildly, she threw her head back and began to scream.

"Augh! What the hell!" Tomoyo exclaimed as Manami kept on screaming. "Grrr - SHUT THE -beep- UP ALREADY, BITCH!" And she took off her shoe and with her all her might, smashed it against Manami's skull.

Needless to say, she was knocked out cold instantly.

Now, Touya turned to 'the other girl'. "I don't know if you're Sakura or not...but come in, I want to test you myself."

And she went in, along with Syaoran and a cussing Tomoyo.


"Do you recognize him?" said Syaoran gently, picking up a photo of Fujitaka. She traced her fingers over it briefly, before saying uncertainly, "I think...he appears most often in my dreams...calling me 'Sakura'...but...I still don't remember anything."

"Do you recognize this?" said Touya, pulling out Fujitaka's own wedding ring. She studied it for a moment, and then shook her head. "I don't recognize it at all." Well, she's pretty honest about it, thought Touya.

Then her eye caught something. "What...What's that on the table?"

"What what?"

"The...the glass slipper." Her voice was oddly throaty. Touya picked it up.

"I went back to Sakura's old school and retrieved it as a souvenir," Touya said softly. "When she was 10, she was the lead character in her school play...she played Cinderella. This was the glass slipper that she was supposed to try on." He laughed. "Being the little rascal she was, she refused to try it on, in front of all the parents. I remember the little boy asking her, 'Miss, could you please try on the glass slipper?' And she said - "

"No, I don't want to," she suddenly breathed, her eyes fixed on the sparkling, tiny glass slipper. It surprised Tomoyo and Syaoran and Touya quite a bit.

"Try it on," Touya said, his eyes disbelieving.

"No," she replied, her voice trembling, "I don't want to, it's hard and uncomfortable and I don't want to try it on!"

Touya's face looked strange. For a moment, he looked as if he wasn't sure what he was witnessing was really happening. Then, a joyful smile slowly spread across his face and he yelled, "Sakura!"

She blinked, and instantly Touya looked different...no...familiar.

"Onii-san!" she cried happily. "Touya!"

"Sakura!"

"Touya!"

Joyous, Touya spread his arms wide open and pulled Sakura into an embrace. "I missed you so much, kaijuu," he whispered into her ear. After a bit, after tears were soaking each other's shoulders...Sakura pulled away from him. Then she socked him in the stomach.

"I am not a kaijuu," she said, grinning.

And they hugged again. Brother and sister reunited at last.


The next day, Touya and Sakura did a simple DNA test to confirm that she was indeed his little sister, and the results showed that they were indeed siblings. They spent the next couple of days visiting their old hometown, and Sakura was recovering her memory pretty fast.

Syaoran kept going over to Tomoyo's house to check if she was there, and the fourth time he went there, Tomoyo had opened the door even before he had rung the bell.

"You know she's not here," she said crossly. "Why do you keep coming?"

"I dunno, half-hoping that she'll magically show up from her trip to her hometown," sighed Syaoran.

"Stop lying, Syaoran. I can see it all." Syaoran raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?"

"Yes." Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "You've been trying to find the right time to tell me that you want to marry Sakura."

Syaoran winced. "Man, I can never get anything past you, can I?"

"No you can't," said Tomoyo cheerfully. "And I'm glad you finally confessed it, because now I can start talking about my plans for Sakura's wedding dress!"

Syaoran blanched. "Why don't you talk to Sakura about that when she comes back, I'm sure she'll be willing to - "

"Don't be silly, you're right here," Tomoyo said happily, pulling Syaoran into her house and sitting him down. "Now, I was thinking of..."

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Hopefully that wasn't rushed. Wh00t! Now Syaoran must sit through hours and hours of Tomoyo describing Sakura's wedding dress:O They're gonna get married! OHMIGOD! Here's a preview of next chapter:

Sakura frowned. "Well, if you don't want Will beside Mary, then just say so...although since they're both American clients in Japan, they probably should be sitting beside each other so they can communicate..."

"Nonsense," said Syaoran. "Try again."

"Um..." Sakura thought for a moment. "Mary you will me?"

"Nuh-uh. Trying switching me and you around."

"So...Mary me will you?"

Syaoran didn't answer. And when Sakura looked up at him, he was grinning. A wide grin.

Then he said, "As you wish."

"N-N-Nani? What are you talking about? I didn't wish for anything..." Then she realized what she just said.

Mary me will you?

Marry me, will you?

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