Fluffy, like a pillow.

Sakura slightly smiled as she felt her back relax into something very soft below her, her eyes still closed. It felt nice, very nice, like back when she had the chance to sleep in during the summer. Sakura felt as if she was having the happiest dream ever. Everything just seemed so prefect, so cozy, so warm.

She turned over to her side and let out a happy sigh, her hands folding themselves under her head. Sakura could feel softest of all blankets caressing her skin. Nothing could take her away from this moment. It was as if she was slowly floating on a could up towards the nice, bright sun. There was just something missing, something not right-

"Syaoran!"

Sakura suddenly sat up and opened her eyes, looking around. She was lying on a bed in the middle of a grand bedroom. It was filled with what appeared to be very expensive furniture. Sakura could tell that walking on the carpet would feel like heaven on her feet just from looking at. Paintings of the most beautiful sceneries filled the walls, little ornaments and treasures lined the shelves. It was a bed chamber fit for the most powerful king.

"Syaoran!" she called again, her eyes hastily searching the room for some sign of him.

What am I doing here? she thought, and where's Syaoran? I was just with him…

And everything suddenly came back to her.

Rain.

Kalen.

His evil eyes.

"Sakura, watch out!"

A bright flash.

Darkness.

Her fingers tightly grasped the bed's sheets. They no longer felt as soft in her hands. She dropped her head and closed her eyes, tears starting to form behind her eyelids.

Surely, he can't be-

"No, I can assure you that Li Syaoran is not dead. Well, not yet, at least."

Sakura suddenly looked up and quickly wiped the tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand. There was a young man sitting in front of her bed on a wooden chair. He was dressed in an all black costume, his dark brown hair covering parts of his eyes. His arms were crossed, and he was looking at her with a smirk on his face, sitting back comfortably. There wasn't anything about him that seemed welcoming at all.

"Where's Syaoran?" Sakura said instantly, through gritted teeth.

His smirk grew. He uncrossed his arms and leaned forwards towards the bed. "Hmmm… interesting. The first question you ask me is 'Where's Syaoran?', not 'Who are you?' or 'What am I doing here?' Very interesting, indeed. You must care about this man a great deal. I assumed you would like to know-"

"Please," Sakura said suddenly, a tear sliding down her cheek, "just tell me where he is!"

He laughed, in a very cruel manner. "Tsk, tsk. Now, that is no way to ask for information. You always seemed like a polite girl when you were growing up. Now, I wonder, what ever happened to your manners?" The young man sat back in his seat again, resting an elbow on the arm rest and staring at his fingernails. "But, on the other hand, I thank you for using the word 'please'. So many people nowadays lack such… civility."

He paused and looked at her, not helping but to grin smugly. He saw Sakura on the verge of breaking down and crying, gripping her blanket tightly. The young man tried to tell her silently that this was her chance to speak. Seeing no response, he continued. "You look so weak, so vulnerable, you know that? Even for a sorcerer, who- well, let's face it, you possess a great deal of power. But in front of you sits a man who holds a power beyond what you can even imagine… I can create life out of my own will, and I can also take away life, in an instant."

He noticed that the expression on Sakura's face had not changed. No signs of fear were written on her face, only that of sadness.

All I want to know is where Syaoran is, she though.

The young man sighed and pushed the hair out of his face. "Well, obviously, I'm not scaring you one bit," he laughed lightly.

For the first time, Sakura saw a smile come upon his face. She could sense a great deal of power coming from him, but she couldn't tell whether he was evil or not.

"Where's Syaoran?" she asked again. "Please, tell me." Sakura stared into his brown eyes and to her surprise, saw warmth and kindness. It didn't make sense to her. At first he was acting like an evil and cruel emperor, but now, he seemed so… gentle.

"Syaoran…" he started. "Do you remember what happened before you were hit with that curse?"

Sakura closed her eyes and envisioned the dark and desolate battle field in her mind. "Yes."

"Well, he is still there, lying unconscious under a tree." The young man walked over towards Sakura and sat down on the bed, right beside her. He took her hands in his and kindly looked at her. "Syaoran sacrificed a great deal to get you here, out of harm's way. He knew he couldn't leave you there with him, without help. You were losing your strength quickly, after all. So he did the last thing he could think of: he sent you here to me. And I, being an old friend of Syaoran, have restored you to your full health. That dreamy feeling you experienced as you started to awaken was an after effect of the potion I fed you. I assumed you enjoyed it?"

Sakura nodded and smiled. But she was instantly filled with worry as the thought of a helpless and unconscious Syaoran filled came back to her mind. "But what about Syaoran? How can I help him? We can't just leave him there!"

The young man just smiled.

A/N: I hadn't planned on writing another part to this, but I had some free time. Thanks to all who reviewed on the last chapter! Expect another part to this soon. :)