Hey! Honestly, this is not one of my best chapters. Well, I had writer's block, but I'm pretty sure this chapter is pretty good. -Smiles apologetically- Sorry for taking so long! I had writer's block, as it is said above. I will update Secrets To Hide soon too, so watch that space. Well, I might as well let you enjoy this chapter. -Grins-

Now, do you really expect me to put the disclaimer up, after already doing endless times with other fics? Everyone knows I don't own it...

Unreal Sentiments

-Home-

He stared wondrously at the creation before him. He had a persocom. He, Xiao Lang, Syaoran Li, had a persocom of his very own. Suddenly he realized the position they were in. She was close, their foreheads touching. Her bare legs rubbing against his own as she was on his lap. He blushed. Looking slightly down, he noticed that by that angle he could see her... He slowly placed his hands on her small shoulders and pushed her back, but very slowly and gently, so she would not be leaning toward him. His blush had deepened. She looked at him, confusion written on her face. His face had gotten red in color. She could feel the rise in the heat of his face touch against the sensitive skin. They just looked into one another. Just looked. "Uh, hi?" Syaoran attempted to say, waiting for a reply. When he got none, a tired expression fell over him. She was broken after all. "So I guess you're broken after all... " He whispered. She stiffened. He sounded disappointed. The words... sounded disappointed. He was disappointed with her. "B-Bro-k-ken?" She said questionably. She was broken? How was she broken? She stiffened even more as he heard the words "I guess I'm gonna have to put her back in the trash..." Trash? Why?

She looked into his eyes pleadingly. She looked scared, like a child. Syaoran was now the one who looked questionably. He knew that in some way she was not broken at all. She just needed some... help. Just some help with speech and she'd bring herself up from there. Uncertain, he smoothed the hair on top of her head. She closed her eyes. Soon, he became certain of his decision. He smiled and shook his head. "Y'know what?" He said, earning the persocom's attention once more "Never mind. All you need is a little help with your speech. It's okay; I'll help you."

"H-Hel-lpp?" She asked. Suddenly she jumped close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head cuddling on his neck. He blushed again. Living with her was going to be hard. She pressed her body against his, deepening the color on his face. She felt happy. She knew that he understood. For a moment, she felt like a human herself, not a persocom with no feelings... he understood that she had feelings too. Looking back at him, she cocked her head to a side and gave a slight smile. Syaoran watched her cute movement. "Now I just have to give you a name..." He whispered wonderingly. She looked at him with deeper eyes, searching for the emotion in the ruby-earth eyes. She could scan the exact color, every single burnt-red hue against the deep chocolaty orbs. Her smile became just a little bit wider. A name? Something snapped in her mind. A name was... a way to recognize something. She was going to be recognized as something? Someone? "N-na-am-me?" She stuttered out. "Hai, a name." Syaoran replied.

He closed his eyes in thought. What was he going to name her? He looked at her... the tattoo on her arm. It looked somewhat like a cherry blossom. Cherry? No, he decided. Maybe... Sakura? Yeah, that's it. The name was nice. Syaoran reached out to her auburn tresses, his fingers twisting in the strands, feeling the satin-like locks against his hand. A smile tugged the corners of his lips. "I'm going to name you Sakura." He declared. Giving a slight wave with his other hand, he said "Hello, Sakura-chan, welcome home."

She looked at him with an unreadable expression. Sakura... that was her name? She liked it. It was really nice, and sounded sweet. She pointed to herself. "N-name... S-Sak-kur-ra?" She asked uncertainly. "Yeah, Sakura-chan." He said "That is your name." "Ch-Chan?" She questioned the suffix.

Syaoran sighed. He forgot to explain to her about suffixes. "Yeah. You say the person's name, then add -chan to it if you are close friends with the person, the person is smaller, or you care about the person. Sometimes you add -kun instead if the person's a boy, or is tough. You add -san instead if you don't know the person much, or the person's older than you. You can add -sama if you respect the person. You add -sensei if it's a teacher or doctor."

Sakura stared at him confusedly. Syaoran stared back with wide eyes. Did all that explanation go to waste? Slowly Sakura smiled as all the information dawned to her. She pointed to herself once more. "Name... S-Sakura..." She turned to poke him lightly. He stiffened at the touch of her finger on his chest and closed his eyes. "Me... Syaoran." Sakura poked him again, making him stiffen once more. "Name... S-Syaor-ran-n... s-sam-ma." She whispered, stuttering at the new words spoken.

"Yeah... Syaoran-sama sounds good..." He said, not really paying attention to the girl before him. Sakura smiled, satisfied with herself. She made him happy. Pressing her body closer, she got his attention. "S-Syaoran-sam-ma?" She said. Pointing to herself once more, then at the ground. "H-Hom-me?" She finished, that misty, innocent smile spreading over her lips once more. Syaoran smiled at her innocence. "Yeah, home."

Sakura did something of a squeal and closed the distance between them. She placed her head against his shoulder and allowed a sigh to escape her lips. What was a sigh again? Syaoran had sighed when he was disappointed, and she was sighing because she was happy... how can something be used in the same way for opposite things? She shook her head slightly. Why care about that now? "Syaoran-sama?" She asked once more, her breath soft and even against his neck. "What is it, Sakura-chan?" Syaoran asked back. Her arms around his neck were enlaced tighter. "A-Arig-ga-to... A-Arigato Syaoran-sama." She answered, closing her eyes.

Syaoran smiled. "You're welcome, Sakura-chan."

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The sunlight hit Syaoran's face, while he groaned. "Oh damn." He muttered, shielding his eyes from the light. He swore he had shut the blinds, so why were they open? He tried to roll his body to the side, but felt something heavy against his chest, keeping him from moving. He looked down to see closed eyes and long amber lashes, a soft smile upon lush lips, and long matching hair cascading down a slender figure, the only article of clothing hiding the body from being naked was wet and clinging to every delicious curve. Syaoran gulped. At first his still half-asleep mind did not concentrate, and so he was ready to scream, until he finally processed all the information. She was Sakura, his... persocom. Sakura opened her eyes slowly and patiently. She angled her head up to his. He noticed that her eyes were different from human eyes. The pupils of her eyes were not black, but only a darker color than the color around it. "Syaoran-sama?" She questioned with a slight confusion tainted in her voice.

"Ohayo, Sakura-chan." Syaoran said lightly. "O-Ohay-yo... Syaoran-sama." She answered, feeling a light feeling come to her as he smiled as a response. "Yep, Good Morning... hey, did you open the blinds at night?" He asked, pointing one finger to the open blinds. Sakura blinked at it. "Blinds." She reminded to herself as she continued to look at it. "Hai." She said. She remembered looking into the large space she found as she looked out while parking herself in front of the large square-shaped figure that held an invisible barrier. What was it called again? Window... She heard that word come from Syaoran the day before as he was going to sleep. She had asked the sleepy young man what things were, and he had answered them. She closed her eyes.

"Syaoran-sama?" She asked as Syaoran was sitting on his bed, ready to sleep. He turned his sleepy eyes at her eager ones. "What is it, Sakura-chan?" He asked, while Sakura looked at him with confusion and eagerness at the same time. She pointed to the window. "What is that?" She asked, using some of the words he taught her. "A window." He answered simply.

Sakura's long fingers touched the window, placing the tips against the clear glass hidden by the white blinds in amazement. What was the strange barrier that kept her fingers from going to the other side of the window. "What is that?" She asked again "Sakura touch, no see." She said with a broken language.

"That's because it is glass. Glass is something you cannot put your hand through, but you can see through. It is transparent." Syaoran tried explaining. "What is t-tran..." Her voice trailed off at the difficulty of the word he had said. Syaoran chuckled. 'What is it?' She asked herself 'It's a... laugh.' Something humans did whenever they were happy or amused. "Transparent means you can see through." Syaoran explained to the confused Sakura.

"Oh..." She nodded in understanding. "Well, Oyasumi Sakura-chan." Syaoran said, as he got into bed. Sakura looked back at him. "Oh-Oyasum-mi..." She stopped as she could hear Syaoran's even breathing as he slept. She gave a slight smile at the sleeping figure, then turned around to the so-called window. She again pressed the tips of her fingers against the glass, marveling at the simple yet complex beauty.

The pitch-black sky was glittering with stars. Sakura looked wonderingly at it. The world was so amazing. Each little thing was so complex yet they called it so simple. Were they so used to this that they no longer cared? Shrugging her shoulders slowly, she looked back the fast-asleep Syaoran and smiled. He was so nice to her. She felt lucky to have him find her. She crawled to bed as well, resting her head on Syaoran's chest. She heard his even heartbeats give small and normally unaudible thumps. She felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out at a slow pace. Closing her eyes, she found it comfortable. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head on his chest. She had a home. She, who was abandoned not very long ago, now had a home. And a nice owner to go along with it.

She put herself into sleep mode with a happy smile on her face.

She was home.

"Sakura-chan?" Syaoran asked uncertainly, waving at the faded eyes. Sakura blinked once and smiled. "Gomen ne, Syaoran-sama." She said, shaking her head slightly. "It's okay, I thought something happened to you." He replied, buttoning his work shirt. "Well, I have to go to work." He finished "Will you be okay here at home?"

Sakura smiled. "Hai."

-TBC-

Heh, yeah, I know... I could've done it much better... well, I didn't know what else to do! As you can see, Sakura does have a little speech problem, but that is expected because she was completely de-programmed. I decided to add a little cuteness to this chappie, so that is good... well, I guess this is where I leave you! Oh yeah, it will be soon explained why Sakura had black pupils before and now they're only a darker green...

Bye-bye!