Author note: School's coming up

I'm soooo bored, here's another chapter

"Finding the Light"

The rain spattered endlessly on the transparent window pane, quietly telling its soft tale that would span the very limits of time itself. The usual sunny morning was obscured by dark rain clouds that hovered over the city skies.

"Please just forget about me"

"Please……just"

"forget"

"No, Sa-"

Li Syaoran woke abruptly from what little sleep he had mustered from the night before, the endless pain in his head called at his attention, it would not be ignored. Out of pure routine he stretched his arm out to the bottom drawer to retrieve his medicinal oils, his cure and sanctuary from pain.

When he found nothing but a rugged surface, funny he couldn't recall it being there yesterday morning.

But there was that strange force that tugged at his mind, raising his awareness to a degree where he could clearly see the dust drifting through his room despite the declining amount of sunlight visibility.

He shrugged it off and took grabbed the smooth polished amulet that lay at his bedside, a dark brown crystal as dark as its wielder's eye with a slight tint of color in the center.

He brought it closer to his eye for inspection, only to see the thin shimmer of color at its center draw him even further into its depths. Drawing on his inner magics he transformed the amulet into its full sword form with routine ease throughout the years.

Eyeing the sword carefully he caught a glimpse of its hilt

A tiny pink flower carved intricately into its dull gold metal

Focusing his energy he swept the sword with his senses to find only an even greater disturbance.

This sword was granted to me by my father and mother, I've had it since I was young. Who would have the nerve to-

When suddenly the blade shimmered a bright white and the searing light stretched out and burned its bright fury into his eyes.

White, nothing but white. No tangible boundaries where he found himself once again, the pain once again throbbing itself deep inside his being blinding his senses and rendering pushing his sanity to its limits.

"Happy anniversary Syaoran" The timid figure ahead of him bristled with excitement, clear enough that he could see her smile and the faint outline of her cheekbone and a chin that grew from a graceful neck. Even though the figure was unclear, his mind raced quickly with thoughts.

You're beautiful She handed him a long box expertly engraved with his Chinese name, the long box was wooden and had locks on both sides of the parcel, with one small polished lock right in its center.

"It's a gift from me and your mother" She said with confidence, once again beaming her contagious smile at him, he grinned in return.

Placing it on the ground he unlocked the gift carefully, the hinges swung back with anxiety, finally free of their bonds. He gazed upon the object it held, a sword, his sword.

But at the same time it wasn't his sword, he could feel his aura emanating in waves around its sharpened steel and guided hilt, but paying close attention he could feel another power echoing within its tempered steel

It was pink and comforting but had a powerful force behind it all.

"We tried something new with the cards and thought we could imbue something that would help you one day"

With this Syaoran stood happily and put his arms around her neck

And the white returned, white everywhere, with spots of dark red dancing over the sheets and he smelt cherry blossoms and pillows and quiet sobbing, that grew into an immensely painful squeeze.

"Please forget about me" she sobbed.

"Please…just"

"…forget"

"No, Sa-"

And the entire world went dark.

The growing sound of rain tapping against his window was louder than he first remembered it.

Opening his eyes he found he was sprawled across the floor unceremoniously, his brown bangs covering over his eyes not that he expected any sunlight to break through the opaque haze that had descended itself onto the town.

When he felt the force tugging at his sixth sense

Rubbing the fatigue out of his eye he rolled over to find the shining blade lying at his side, its blade shimmering in an unknown light and its hilt beckoning for him to hold it.

But when he did, the presence faded and he was left with nothing but emptiness. Now alone in the dark with no sound but the rain pelting down on his balcony window, he now felt more alone than ever.

"Moshi, Moshi Daidouji residence Tomoyo speaking"

Cordless phone in hand Tomoyo gracefully placed her sewing materials in her closet, she would never need them again.

"Tomoyo, you know something" A dark familiar voice hit her ears and she froze.

"What do you mean Li-kun?" she said, trying to conceal the fear in her voice.

"You're hiding something, I know you are" That voice, he's never used that voice since we were young

"I'm…not hiding anything" shaking before she even realized her nerves were betraying her.

Silence

"Then tell me…Daidouji" hearing an emphasis on her last name that clung to her ears with insurmountable disdain"…why…are you shaking?"

Surprised she let out a yelp and turned to see the chestnut haired boy soaked and crouching on a tree that overlooked directly into her room. An angry scowl furrowed into his expression and she cringed with fear at what she knew he would do next.

Swinging expertly from the branch he landed on the small windowsill and with perfect balance focused his magic on the room on the other side. A brisk wind erupting as it picked up a picture frame and threw it against the window lock and all within a split-second entered the one man she dreaded to see at the moment.

Taller than her by at least a head and definitely much stronger she peered through the room for something, something that could get her out of this room.

Can't go into the closet, it's only one way and can't go through the door, he's too fast for that her nervous thoughts becoming akin to panic.

"There's no point in running" he said. Clearly observing her state, eyes darting throughout the room, he recalled he had been to this room many times before but they were never truly alone, not as alone as they were now.

A silence had descended upon the room emphasizing the raindrops that danced from the sky and landed on the lonely city below,

Of course it had never been this lonely.

He eyed her suspiciously never allowing his gaze to break, and she responded by staring downwards at the expensive rug that had a particularly faint design on it obscured by the shadows of raindrops dripping across her window and catching the wind to grace itself on the room floor.

"Tell me what I want to hear and make it easy for the both of us" he proposed. But to the ears of the long-haired Japanese maiden she would have said it was more like threatened.

Another long silence, never breaking his stare even when lightning scattered across the sky as it intertwined in a mystical dance with the raindrops and down to the earth with a ground-shaking thunder that only acted to intensify his intimidating stance.

"I..I.." her shaking intensifying with every failed attempt to answer him.

"I'm not going to say this again Tomoyo" His voice heightening at her name "tell me that girl is!"

Another clasp of lightning but her body was so afraid of the man in front of her that all fear of the storm was a mere memory.

"Sh..sh…she" before she knew it tears were beginning to fall from her eyes and onto the floor as it begun to mix with the wind water that continued to draft from the open window.

When he felt it, another beacon of magic pulling at his senses urging not to be ignored any longer, without hesitation Syaoran leapt from the high window leaving her alone in her bedroom, crying.

Landing with perfect grace he trudged across the Daidouji grounds in a record pace, his mind following the nexus of energy that had called to him a night before. What bothered him though was the fact that the aura had presented itself to him but left him disillusioned. He felt the aura mingling with his own, giving an overwhelming sensation of comfort, warmth and joy but simultaneously a feeling of dread, like it wanted him to come to it but at the same time wanted him as far away from the truth as was possible.

Ignoring the pain in his head and the burning sensation of over-exhaustion in his lungs and limbs, he continued running as the rain continued it's violent downpour and the wind itself cutting lashes through the air, he almost considered even the elements had turned against him in a worthy, but futile effort to keep him from the source.

The rain continued to fall as it harshly drew up its strength to force a violent gust through the city, the clouds smothering out any chance of sunlight shining through it seemed to be one of the darkest days anyone had ever seen.

Trembling from her frightful experience, Tomoyo sat curled on her cleanly-polished hardwood floor with the rug strewn neatly over the room and ended in frayed strings at her legs.

"How did he….Where did…"

I have to find him

Gathering her strength and mustering her courage all together she set out to find him.

Stay strong Tomoyo, he's so stubborn, I guess he deserves to know the truth

Throwing caution to the air she left her room in a break-neck pace

and in her hurry she neglected to see …

…her best friend placing her sewing kit on her bed.

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Hey this is my first story, so leave me a review and tell me how i can make it better, besides grammar and spelling. That will always be the same. I also need to know whether or not I should make this story longer or not too.