AN: There are no powers in this story. So, yeah, they are normal, all of them. That screws a few things up, but whatever. They are like the rest of us poor deprived humans.
Oh, and there will be quite a few e-mail, MSN messenger and text messaging in this story. But don't worry, it'll be clear who's talking to who, so I won't give you the character's e-mails unless you need them desperately.
(PS-They are not real e-mails, so don't try to use them. Just in case.)

With You
Chapter One: To Hong Kong

A summer in Hong Kong? My dad had to be insane.

That was the only explanation I could come up with as I watched helplessly as all of my bags were stuffed into the back of the taxi.

"Oh Sakura you can't go!" Tomoyo cried, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. "What will I do for the whole summer without you? We were supposed to spend the days on the beach!"

"I know Tomoyo." I sighed, hugging her back briefly. "I'm sorry but…it's dad's idea of a good family time. Besides, you have Eriol and the others to hang out with."

"So?" Tomoyo growled. "You're my best friend! I won't even get to videotape you all summer! What will happen when we go back to school? Our sixteenth summer just won't be the same!"

I laughed. "It's okay Tomoyo, really, it is. Just chill, okay? I'll call you as much as I can and I'll try to find an internet café, it's not like we'll be banned from each other."

"You never know." Touya smirked, walking past me and Tomoyo.

We glared at him.

"Come on Sakura." my dad called from the front seat of the cab. "The plane leaves in an hour and a half."

"So? That's plenty of time!" I shot back.

"Customs Sakura, you know how they are." my dad growled. "Now get in the car."

I sighed and hugged Tomoyo on last time. "Bye Tomoyo, take good care of Kero will you?"

Tomoyo nodded as I handed her my cat, the one thing in my life that I could always rely on. "I will. See you in two months, okay?"

I smiled and nodded, hopping into the back seat with Touya. "See you Tomoyo! Don't have too much fun with Eriol!"

Tomoyo shot me a glare. "Bye Sakura."

With that the driver hit the gas and we pulled out of the driveway and down the streets of Tamoeda.

I sighed and rested my head in my hand, staring blankly out the window. "You know, dad, we could have family time right here in Tamoeda."

"No luck, Sakura." my dad smirked from the front seat. "You said that last year, remember? You were barely home all summer."

I smiled, remembering my fifteenth summer. Tomoyo and I had spent almost a month at Eriol's house, having barbeques and the like, sleeping under the stars and having the times of our lives.

But it would be like that this summer, oh no, for I was going to be in stupid Hong Kong the whole time.

"Why did you pick Hong Kong anyway?" I sighed, popping my head in between my dad and the driver. "I mean, why not Tokyo? We wouldn't have to take a plane."

"Because you can't run away from Hong Kong." Touya smirked.

I turned around and punched him, hard, in the arm.

He did, however, have a point.

Also, last summer, dad, Touya and I had all gone camping just outside of Tamoeda…and I'd kind of skipped out in the middle of the night.

Of course, I'd gotten caught halfway up the road, but whatever, dad wasn't going to forget it, and Touya wasn't going to let me live it down.

We drove past Tamoeda High, where I was in grade twelve once summer was over. I'd gone to that school since kindergarten and though most kids hated school, I found it rather enjoyable.

Except, of course, the work part.

I'd first met my best friend Tomoyo in kindergarten at Tamoeda Elementary, and we'd been inseparable ever since. When we were both eleven, Eriol had moved to Japan from England, and we'd quickly become friends.

Eriol, thought since he was from England, had been born in Japan, so he was Japanese. He was dating Tomoyo. They'd loved each other since they'd first met, but it had taken them until grade nine to do anything about it.

Me? I was boyfriend-less. But that was okay…most times.

We pulled into the airport parking lot and the driver stopped the cab, getting out and gathering our things from the trunk.

"Thanks." my dad said, handing the guy some yen.

Like we'd be able to use yen once we got to Hong Kong.

What did they even use there anyway?

I folded my arms stubbornly across my chest, just to show dad how much I'd rather not be there, and walked behind the two guys into the airport.

I had never, in my life, been on a plane.

In an airport? Sure, many times. But never on a plane.

This was going to be interesting.

Thank God it didn't take too long to get through baggage and customs, or I think I would have freaked. I was, however, tempted to jump on one of the moving things. You know, the things that take away the bags and stuff.

It looked like fun.

But then I remembered that I was sixteen, and sixteen-year-olds just don't do that kind of stuff.

And then, after an hour of waiting, we got on the plane.

It wasn't bad, a little cramped, but not bad.

"So, excited Sakura?" Touya teased. Why was I stuck sitting beside him? Trapped between him and the window, no less, I couldn't even run away, or hit him and run.

Why did dad get an aisle all to himself?

I asked him this, and he just smiled.

I frowned and pulled my headphones from my carry-on bag and clicked it on.

"God Sakura." Touya said before the music started. "Didn't you hear the stewardess? She said no electronics until we are in the air."

"Bite me." I snapped, cranking the volume to My Chemical Romance's "Helena".

Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting trip.

XxXxX

I had to admit; Hong Kong was beautiful.

We got there at night, so all the lights were on and everything. I couldn't help but stare in awe at how many people were there.

Sure, I lived in Tamoeda, but it wasn't as big as Hong Kong. I've been to Tokyo but…it wasn't Hong Kong.

"Nice huh?" my dad said, appearing at my side.

I slapped on a frown quickly and acted like I hated the place; hey, gotta keep the act up, maybe we can go home early. "It's okay."

My dad sighed and shook his head sadly. "Cheer up Sakura, we're here for two months, deal with it."

"I am dealing!" I frowned. "But why two months? Why not, like, one? Or a few weeks? That's plenty of family time right there!"

"Come on squirt." Touya smirked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "The hotel awaits us."

I rolled my eyes. Oh joy, it's not enough that I have to spend two months with my dad and brother, but I also have to stay in the same room with them.

I think I'll die.

So, we hopped in another cab and drove to the hotel.

I hate cabs. I have just determined this. I mean…they smell, and the cab driver is always like "So, what's your life story?" and the sad thing is, you tell them.

We finally, after what seemed like an eternity of driving, got to the hotel.

It was actually quite nice.

"Nice." I breathed, grabbing my bags and walking into the large ten story building. "What floor are we on?"

"Eight." Touya said, handing me a key.

"Great, my own key." I said sarcastically. Maybe I can steal dad's and Touya's and lock them out of the room.

Then I noticed; my key number was different from Touya and dad's.

"Why is my room number different?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator.

"Because." my dad smiled. "You're a young woman now and I figured you could have your own room."

"Thank you!" I shrieked, wrapping my arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. "You rock dad!"

Yes! My own room! This is going to rock! All niters watching the latest episode of my favorite TV show, late sleep-ins!

And there's no way in hell Touya or dad is coming in the room!

I was giddy, I admit it, and extremely happy that I got my own room, so much that when the elevator got to our floor, I booked it to my room.

But, someone was in my way.

That someone I didn't happen to see, either. At least, I didn't see him until I slammed into him.

We both fell to the floor with a loud thud, my bags flying everywhere, me sprawled out amongst them.

"Hey! Watch it!" the boy snarled, sitting up, rubbing his head. Then he muttered something under his breath, something that I didn't understand for it was in Chinese.

I'm guessing he said something like "Stupid tourist" or something way, way worse.

I glared at him. "Why don't you watch it?"

He opened his eyes, which were a brilliant amber color, and glared at me. "Stupid girl."

"Girl? Who the hell are you to talk?" I snapped, gathering my bags back into my hands. "Chinese gaki!"

"I know what that means." he growled. "I'm not stupid."

"Oh really, because you look mighty stupid." I retorted.

"Why you little Japanese-"

"Hey!" Touya thundered, standing behind me, glaring acidly down at the teenager in front of me. "Want to say that again?"

The boy looked up at Touya, his glare never faltering.

Wow, that was the first time I'd ever seen anyone stand strong under Touya's glare.

The guy was hot, and brave. Too brave for his own good.

Wait. Did I just say hot?

Yeah…I did. What? He was hot! He had the whole sexy rock star look. You know; sexy/messy chocolate hair, brilliant eyes, handsome face, good looking body, worn jeans and a clean cut dark green t-shirt. He was at least sixteen, most likely seventeen.
But still, his hotness would have no effect on Touya.

I got to my feet just as the boy did, my bags in my hands. "Touya, it's okay. It was an accident. Right?"

The boy shot me a look, not a very friendly one, but I guess he figured I was trying to save his ass from getting kicked, so he nodded. "Yeah, an accident."

With that said he brushed past us. I swear I heard him mumble. "Stupid chick."

Oh he would so pay for that later. Next time I saw him, which I doubt I would, he was so going to get it, big time.

I had a size seven pair of Jimmy Choo sandals in my bag, and when you were hit with one of those, it hurt, a lot.

"You okay?" Touya asked.

I nodded, turning and watching as the boy stood, waiting for the elevator.

Touya and dad walked into their room, which was across from mine, and shut the door. So I was left alone in the hallway with the boy.
It's not like he was close to me or anything, but he was still there.

I set my bags on the floor and slipped my key into the lock, smiling when I heard the familiar click of the lock.

I tossed my bags in the room and before I walked in, I tossed another look at the boy over my shoulder. Only to find that he was watching me.

So I gave him a very nice gesture with one finger, just to show how much I cared.

Then I walked into my room and closed the door.

Okay! Hope you liked it! You can tell Sakura's going to hit it off in Hong Kong. I am going to tell you now: this story is not short. It wont go over twenty-five chapters...but still. Hope you like longer stories!
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