Reviews: Haha, thanks for all your funny reviews

drgndrmz: LoL, you're funny! I'll try not to give you anymore bruises.

iluvanime493: Let's just say… "Just Read" haha.. I don't know who's going to win… Maybe it'll be a draw? (ahem, read ahead) Syaoran will find out Sakura is a girl…. Later on in the story.. lol I really don't want to screw up my mind and the plot. I'm not exactly positive on how he will find out (Just a little thought) but if you do have any ideas I would be glad to consider them.

DivineShana: I will keep that in mind! It started getting all descriptive at first and then turned out to blah… I never keep it consistent, haha.

Dreamy Wolf: A movie…? LoL I guess I really started thinking about this after I saw the movie, "The Last Samurai." I really liked that movie although my favorite character died….- But then again, I had a short middle-ish version of this story so I just have to add all stuffs until I get into the dream part.

sugarhigh girl: I like your username! sugar high… Haha. I always think about writing martial art stories but I'm not good enough… and I'm still not good enough! LoL

Chapter 2

The Li Clan was known to comprise with dragon auras, illuminating them as one of the most powerful Clans in the world. It was acknowledged in ancient times that those who possess of the dragon auras have mystical abilities; unique to each person. After the fierce battle between the Li Clan and the Hiiragizawa Clan of who would claim the land of China, only one remained from the Li Clan and it is unknown of those alive who are descendants of the Hiiragizawa Clan.

It was about 20 years ago when the battle was over. Dead bodies were scattered across the battlefield. Some bodies were intact while many others had missing limbs and other misplaced body parts.

A young boy, nearly at the age of 6 walked among the ruins searching hastily for his father. His father was strict and severe towards him, wanting to prepare the child for his future of overseeing the land of China. So as the young child grew till his age, he was harsh and stubborn just like his predecessor and he knew even then, how imperative it would mean for him to be as ruler.

He frowned, scrunching up his pale infant face as he looked about for a resemblance of his only father. His advisor ran to catch up with him, breathing heavily as he finally reached him to inform him he found who he seeked. "Show me to him immediately," he demanded, urging him to show him the way.

The young boy came upon his father, barely alive as he took slow ragged breaths. "Son…" he whispered hoarsely, pain tearing through his throat as he spoke.

"Yes father," the young boy replied, a pitiful expression upon his face. He looked down upon his father, his body still whole but thin and pale. It was pale enough he could distinguish the outlines of his father's bones and there was a bluish black liquid seeping out of his tattered garments.

"We have triumphed… And you are the only heir, Syaoran Li… The very last of the Li Clan…," his father rasped.

"Father, what did they do to you?" Syaoran asked out of curiosity. If his father was well he would be punished for being discourteous, but he observed how his father faired and knew he wouldn't live long even if someone tried to save him.

His father screamed in pain. His skin deteriorated into black chunky liquid, thicker than blood. His face looked as of like a skeleton and his eyes sunk back into his head.

Syaoran gasped and covered his nose from the stench. It reeked of old blood and rotted corpses. The Dead. He abruptly took a step back and didn't turn around when he heard his advisor throw up. He would not throw up.

"Putrefying spell… Used... Putrefying spell…" he said, his words coming out barely in whispers as his body decayed and he could not longer utter a word.

As the Li Clan was known for their acrobatic martial art skills, swordsmanship, and their special numinous gift given to each person, the Hiiragizawa Clan was widely recognized for their sorcery.

He felt his eyes sting but held back the tears from spilling from his eyes. He would never cry for his father. All he felt was hatred to him. His father never gave him love, only the love for power. His mother died when giving birth to him, her first and last son. His unknown sisters were possibly among the corpses, for he never knew them as his time had always been filled with being tutored. No, he didn't cry for his father. They were tears of joy.

He walked away from the battlefield and came upon a young boy his age with navy-blue hair, leaning against a tree breathing heavily.

"Who are you?" asked Syaoran, the now young ruler of China.

"E-Eriol Hiiragizawa…" replied the boy, staring at Syaoran with wide eyes.

So he is the last of the Hiiragizawa's… Syaoran narrowed his eyes from his thought.

"Please don't kill me!" Eriol begged, going down on his knees and bowing before him.

Syaoran snorted.

"Please your highness; I'll do anything for you! I'll be your personal servant!" he pleaded.

Syaoran paused hesitantly. "Don't let him live, sire. He is a descendant of the Hiiragizawa Clan. It would be foolish to let him live!" Syaoran's advisor whispered to him fiercely.

"Silence!" Syaoran snapped, raising his hands to quiet his consultant. "Hiiragizawa, I shall take you as my personal servant. But if you dare to deceive me in any way, I shall put you to death. Do you understand me?"

Eriol's eyes widened in surprise and relief. "Thank you. You are kind and I bow down to your kingliness," he praised.

"Foolish boy…" Syaoran's advisor mumbled.

Syaoran ignored him and thought to himself happily, Surely, a Hiiragizawa serving a Li will prove the greatness of King of China! The boy laughed heartily and ordered the younger boy to stand up. "First, prove yourself and remove those bodies from this land, placing my family members in appropriate graves."

"Y-Yes, your highness," Eriol stuttered and scurried away.

"I demand to know who you are!" bellowed the king, as he slowly got out of his bed.

He observed the intruder dressed in black long sleeves and pants, camouflaging well with the darkness. Her obscure mask concealed her feminine features and anything else that would disclose her identity. Her eyes were dull and dark, making it difficult to see the color of her eyes.

Sakura backed up until her back met the wall, knowing fully well that the window was above her within reaching distance. She bounded upward, pulling herself out, and used the window ledge as leverage as she jumped off, landing on the ground impossibly gracefully. She felt him close so she ran swiftly toward the stone wall, running up it to jump to the other side.

How did he block my needle? she asked herself angrily.

She cursed and ran past the trees, the forest that surrounded the king's castle; hiding it from dangerous predators such as herself. Her footsteps were light and silent on the grass as she hurdle roots which were uprooted from the earth and dodged low branches.

"Why didn't Kei mention that the King was a descendant from the Li Clan!" she whispered to herself harshly.

Her skin suddenly flared cold, and then a hot pervasive breath blew against her back, propelling her into a surprised, panicked mode. She leaped, grasping upon a tree branch and then swung herself onto it, standing there listening.

All she heard was the cool breeze flowing through the trees and the endless silence that enveloped the night. Although the coolness of the draft fluttered about her, she still felt the warmth along her back. She shuddered, feeling his power creep along her body, taking her concentration away from her seeker.

"Where is…" she whispered, straining to hear any acknowledgement of the King's influx.

"…He?" finished a deep, amused voice from behind her.

She nearly fell off the branch she was inclined on as she turned around abruptly to see the King Syaoran grinning at her from another branch. 'I shouldn't have let my mind wander! How did he get behind me without me knowing!'

"I ask again, nicer this time. Who are you?" he asked. He was wearing a simple white long-sleeved button down blouse shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his muscular, well-toned chest, perked darkened nipples, and a well-developed 6-pack which flexed involuntarily. His chest was smooth and hard, but a light trail of hair under his navel traveled down to the unknown of his tan loose pants. He stood there barefoot, balancing on the tree limb, as his left hand propped against the trunk, holding him upright.

"You better button up or you'll catch a cold," she commented, making her voice a question to her gender. With her training, she was capable of seeing clearly, making her to see what was necessary and in this case, what was not necessary. She must admit though, that the King had the nicest body she had ever laid eyes on, but she won't let that beautiful flaw distract her from her duties.

He laughed then but didn't make a move to button up. "You, the only one ever who had almost succeed in killing me, fairs for thy safety?" he asked in an amused tone. "Interesting…" He made the last comment low and mysterious.

She shifted her left hand behind her discreetly, pulling out a needle with her nimble fingers. He stared at her intently, smiling the whole time. She kept her face blank and her body relaxed, in case the King sensed what she was going to do. She flicked the needle at him quickly, wanting him to die already. She saw him as if, in slow motion as he caught the needle, pinched between his forefinger and thumb.

"You are quite good, fair warrior," the King noted, his laughing expression fading to a serious look. "But I'm afraid not good enough." With those last words, he launched from the branch he was perched on, flinging himself towards her.

Sakura's eyes widened and she prepared for his attack. She gripped the trunk of the tree and held herself up, kicking out her legs. Just as fast, he bent, pushing off of her legs with his hands and thrusted himself to a somersault in the air to land on the branch above. With the force upon her legs, she swung back down onto her branch and made a roundhouse kick to the branch he was on, hoping to cause unbalance. She looked up and found he was gone.

"Hmm… Looking for me?" a voice whispered behind her. The hair upon her neck prickled, causing her to shiver lightly.

She swung out her leg and he kicked her leg upwards, causing her to jump to twist sideways in the air and successfully kicking him in the face with her other foot. He grunted, taking a step back blindly as she gained her balance on the narrow limb. She struck with her hands; her fingers together and straight as if she was about to chop, and aimed for his abdomen. He grabbed her wrist and she used her other arm to hit his face as she pulled her right hand free from his grasp. He blocked her other strike and she kicked out her right leg to collide with his left leg, but he lifted his foot to lock it with hers and brought her foot down.

Sakura frowned slightly and hit him with her arms, fists, feet, and legs but he continued to block them. She quickly dropped to the bough, swinging her left leg out to trip catch him off guard and trip him. She saw his eyes widen in surprise as he fell forward and grasped for the branch. She leaped to her feet to attack him when she collided with his kicking feet. He launched himself into a worm, pushing his body off the branch, and bringing his legs up like a scorpion and kicked her.

She tumbled backward, her back against the base of the tree. She then took a step to him and jumped on the thing branch, causing it to break. Syaoran rapidly shot to his feet and leaped off, doing a backflip in the process to land on another branch.

"Not bad," Sakura commented, leaning against the tree coolly.

He looked at her and grinned. "Not so bad yourself," Syaoran replied. "Haven't had so much fun for a long time."

She nodded in agreement. "Why is it that you would like to kill me?" he inquired, folding his arms.

Sakura retorted mockingly, "Do you like to get acquainted with people pursuing to murder you?"

"No, they have all died during their deeds, quite ironic, no? But well, you are the only one to ever live more than two minutes," he answered with a laugh.

She narrowed her eyes and threw a needle that she withdrew from her wristband a while before at him forcefully. He drew a small twig from behind him and held it in front of his face. It sunk deep in the wooden branch, and as he turned the stick around so he could view it, he made a sarcastic frightened look. "Wow, you sure were aiming for my eye!"

"It would have been a magnificent target and I would have obtained an abundance of monetary items for landing it in your cornea," she replied in the same tone.

He chuckled softly. Once again, she felt goosebumps crawl over her skin as if she was feeling the cool wind brush against her. But it was not the cool air for she was wearing long sleeves. Her heart beat began to increase, her heart pounding against her chest so hard that all she could hear was her breaths and her thumping heart.

"Although you're so entertaining and interesting to me, I just won't permit you to live…" His deep voice crawled, being virtually melodious as it whispered into her ears. His voice was so close…

She gasped back to realism, moving aside quickly. Her stomach was sliced open and he was standing in front of her with his dagger. It glinted darkened red, like thick wine as the moonlight shined upon him as if the moon is searching through the obstacle of trees. She leaned back against the tree trunk and kicked hard at his face. She groaned as she applied pressure to her stomach with her hand and made a run for it, jumping from branch to branch and whipping along the rustling leaves.

He fell back, but flipped just before he reached the ground to land upright. How did he do that? He broke my mind control! he thought angrily. He looked around for him but found him gone and he once again sensed that aura. That white aura of whom he suspected was the young man who saved Tomoyo Daidouji.

She maintained her running, not risking a glance to look behind her. It was about half an hour later when she reached the end of the vast, dark forest breathing heavily. She observed her hurt abdomen and felt her warm, thick blood seeping out of her black clothes and the stickiness oozing upon her hand. The cut was deeper than she thought it was and hastily made her way to the familiar home of the familiar girl.

I suppose I shall see you once again… she thought as she reached the door and knocked. She stumbled against the door and leaned her body there, unable to uphold her bodyweight on her weak legs.

The door opened and Sakura fell back against the arms of Tomoyo. "It's you!" she gasped surprisingly. The body was limp and she found that her once savior was hurt badly.

She dragged Sakura into her home and laid her upon a mat in a room. "Oh no, what happened!" she gasped once again as she saw a dark fluid stain the mat.

She hurried to fetch bandages and her aid kit. Tomoyo returned with what was necessary and felt hesitant to take off Sakura's shirt. No, I shall not let my emotions get the best of me, she scolded herself. She quickly unbuttoned and untied of what kept the shirt together and paused when she came upon a bound cloth around Sakura's chest.

"What the…?" she whispered as she noticed the slim figure of Sakura. Although the boundage kept Sakura's breasts from being noticed with her clothes on, Tomoyo couldn't help but notice the round mounds upon her chest. She shook her head and tended to Sakura's wound.

When she was finished, she looked up to the masked face. He can't really be a girl... She reached forward and slid the black mask off.