Hello everyone. First of all I'd like to thank each and every one of you who reviewed my stories. You guys are awesome and as an author I am so lucky to have you guys! This is probably going to be the last chapter before school starts, and unfortunately there might be some time gap between this chapter and the next. Some of you wanted to know when Sakura and Syaoran may find out their little 'childhood meeting'. You might get your wish in this chapter.

Yukyungtang- You're right. This story is based on the original movie "The Sounds of Music". The title of this story has some similarity to the title of the movie and so does the plot. But I'm glad you liked the magic I placed in it. Thanks for reviewing.

Summery: She grew up living life. He grew up shunned from it. He let his walls grow. She broke it with one smile. Fate tore them apart, now it's up to them to complete their destiny: to be together.


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"Sleep well dear Hitomi." She said to the youngest.

"Night, night… mommy…" the young girl murmured in her sleep, a content smile lighting her face. Sakura's face couldn't help but shine with pride and happiness.

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Syaoran leaned against the opposite side of the door, his daughter's word drifted to his ears. Was he making the wrong choice? Was the right one right in front of him? He had not felt protective over Gwen, yet over the very woman his children had all ready fell for. It was his job to decide on a choice, the right choice.

The person he had grown to like, to protect, to love was Sakura.

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Chapter 9: Memories revealed.

Today was the day. Today, Hitomi and Ying would officially turn 5, and guess what? They can't wait. Ever since 8 o'clock in the morning, staff members, including Sakura herself, had been heard rushing around the house. Banners trailed from room to room, balloons decorated the high ceilings, the yard outside seemed unrecognizable where jumping castles, clowns, face painters and other small and fun activities were set up. All possessions and breakable items were professionally hidden away and out of reach of the bubbling children that would soon fill the house.

Even standing on her tip toes, Sakura still could not place the final banner near the door frame for the room. Stretching to her limit, her fingers still stayed a few centimetres away from their destination.

"Do you need help?" a soft voice came from the ground. Tomoyo looked up with amused amethyst eyes. Sakura let out a soft, defeated giggle, slowly getting off the chair and gingerly touching her feet against the solid ground.

"As much as I find it embarrassing, yes, I do." Sakura admitted sheepishly. Tomoyo laughed, stepping onto the chair Sakura had been on just seconds ago. Pinning up the lavender banner, she came back down again.

"Sakura, remember the day of the black out?" a nod. "You said you'd explain…" Tomoyo trailed off. Sakura nodded,

"And I intend to, I do. Let's… move over here first." Sakura spoke, leading the confused raven haired woman to deserted corridor where decorations had all ready been done. "Tomoyo, tell me, do you notice anything, anything at all about Syaoran?" Tomoyo eyed the woman in front of her suspiciously. She had thought she was different. She had thought she wasn't here just because of Syaoran's looks and would leave as soon as the truth was revealed.

"I thought you were different." Tomoyo said in a cool tone. Sakura looked at her, this time it was her who was confused.

"Excuse me?"

"I thought you were different from the other ones that came. The ones that came because of Li-sama's reputation, but leave him as soon as something 'weird' comes." Tomoyo said in the same icy tone. Sakura's eyes widened,

"Oh. Tomoyo you've got it all wrong-"

"I don't think so, Kinomoto-san. I thought you were different, I thought you could push that aside and see how normal he really is. I thought because you came from such a peaceful place you'd place your biased ways away, guess I thought wrong." Tomoyo said, her tone getting colder and colder.

"No, Tomoyo. You've got it wrong. I don't think of him like that." Sakura called urgently. "No… no not like that. Never like that. You think I enjoy criticizing someone the way I was when I was just a child, none the less by my own family? No, never." Sakura whispered, talking more to herself rather than Tomoyo.

"You…" Tomoyo stuttered back, starting to regret the big mistake she had made.

"Me?" Sakura let out a soft, sad, laugh. "Syaoran, he's the first one I've ever met to say what ever I could do was normal, the only person who thought of me as someone, not a something." She said sadly,

"Sakura, oh, I'm… I'm sorry." Tomoyo whispered guiltily. She had lashed upon the girl without even getting to know the true reason.

"No, it's all right. It was natural for you." Sakura said back warmly, "It's just that, well you know about Syaoran's little 'gift'? I have one too. That was why I was able to make the colours. My ability to manipulate-"

"Fire. You can control fire." Tomoyo said at once. Sakura nodded. "Oh god, Sakura I'm so sorry. I jumped to the worse conclusion." Sakura smiled,

"It's all right. Besides, I always liked to think that there was a reason why I was blessed-or cursed, which ever way you think of it- with this type of power. And I had always thought I wasn't the only one. There was always someone out there as well, who would see me as normal. Maybe there was a reason why Syaoran and I have these abilities." Sakura wondered thoughtfully. Tomoyo grinned.

"So does that mean you admit there's something going on between you and Li-sama?" Tomoyo said instantly, her brain starting to spark with all the possibilities. Sakura's face blushed bright red.

"T-Tomoyo-san! I-How-oh!" Sakura stuttered embarrassingly, practically running away from Tomoyo. Tomoyo knew she had hit it.

"Oh this is going to be great."

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Hitomi and Ying both rushed down the stairs, still in their little pyjama dresses, their eyes lit with delight. The whole house was covered in colourful banners, balloons and all sorts of party assortments.

"Happy Birthday, girls." Sakura's voice said from behind them, holding out two beautifully wrapped gifts. Hitomi and Ying gasped out with delight, their tiny hands gingerly touching the soft package. Syaoran raised his eye brow, wondering where she had gone to when she had asked for permission to leave earlier this morning.

"You didn't have to." Syaoran told her as his daughters were glowing with happiness.

"I know. But I did." Sakura answered him proudly. Syaoran chuckled, shaking his head. Ying and Hitomi's gasp brought Syaoran's eyes widening to their fullest extent. In their hands were soft, flowing materials you only see on TV shows. The twinkled material you see being worn by fairies and queens. Both spaghetti strapped, they bore the colours of periwinkle blue, and the palest shade of lilac. It sparkled like the midnight stars and shone like the morning sun.

"Sakura… they're…" Ying began, her eyes lit with stars,

"… Pretty-full…" Hitomi ended, her eyes shining with anticipation. Sakura laughed,

"I'm glad. I had gone back to the church earlier to make it, I was nearly afraid it wouldn't be finished on time. I'm glad you like it." Sakura said. Syaoran's eyes shone with appreciation, as he mouthed a silent 'thank-you'. "I would be honoured if you would wear it to your party tonight." Sakura ended. The twins looked at her with shinning stars in their eyes, holding the dress like a fragile piece of precious glass that might break with one single touch; they were so silent like they were afraid even the tiniest of their voice could shatter the dresses into a million pieces.

"Wear them?" Ying asked incredulously. She didn't plan to wear them, she wanted to frame them and hang them in her room like a master piece looking proud. She and her sister quickly sent their father a look of pleading.

"Please daddy." Hitomi begged, her eyes glimmering.

"Yeah, daddy. It's our birthday." Ying added as if that single reason could give them the world.

"It's their birthday." Sakura stated her emerald eyes shining with stars, her lips held a small pout. Her eyes pleaded with him, begged him. Syaoran sighed.

"It's your birthday…" he need not finished the sentence, the whooping and hollering of the twins were enough to tell him they had gotten his message.

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"You know you didn't have to." Syaoran told her, after following her into the kitchen.

"I know, but I've seen their wardrobe, they haven't got a single thing in there that doesn't have the colour white or navy." Sakura said, casting him a brief look of accusation. For once in his life, Syaoran didn't feel like scolding and casting an evil glare at the sender, instead, a chill ran down his spine.

"I admit it's my fault." Syaoran said, brushing off the subject impatiently, "I asked you a while ago, if you would attend their birthday as a guest, not as staff. I was wondering if you have given any thoughts to it." Syaoran asked, summoning what's left of his courage that seemed to have abandoned him.

"Yes, I guess I should go, though… I don't seem to have a dress…" Sakura ended in a small voice, trying to hide the small blush that had formed on her cheeks.

"Don't worry—"

"I can help." A honey coated voice said from behind the pair. Gwen strode towards them, a fake sweet smile plastered on her face, covering the burning rage she had felt seeing them together.

"Gwen?" Syaoran looked at her with a cool stare. "What are you doing here?"

"Miss Hilton." Sakura greeted politely.

"Miss Kinomoto." She replied curtly, "Well obviously I was hungry and I couldn't help but over hear your conversation, so I thought I could be of some assistance." Gwen answered Syaoran's question sweetly. "You will not understand the thoughts of a woman, what better than a woman helping another woman? And the fact still stands that the twins won't be satisfied unless their nanny is present." Gwen ended in a casual voice.

"Miss Hilton. You really need not go through so much troubles, I am sure I can find something." Sakura finally spoke in a polite voice, she had hoped.

"Nonsense. No future staff of mine will attend looking less than fabulous." Gwen told her, the note in her voice saying there will be no further discussion. "Come now, Syaoran. Certainly you don't want this lovely woman hidden in the kitchen or wearing something when she can wear something so much better?" Gwen asked him.

"Sakura, try it out. Maybe it'll work." Syaoran encouraged, keeping in mind to keep an eye on Gwen.

"I- thank-you Miss Hilton." Sakura gave up, seeing no way out.

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"Now, now, let's see what I've got, shall we?" Gwen told her once they had entered her room. Her wardrobe exploded in millions of colours before Sakura's eyes. It looked like the clothes had just been dipped into a rainbow.

"You've got… a beautiful collection Miss Hilton." Sakura commented, her eyes travelling through every hem and stitch of the clothes.

"Yes, and most of them I've probably only worn once." Gwen laughed softly. She was digging for something inside the rainbow of clothes. "Ah, here we are. I almost forgot I had it here." She pulled the cloth out and Sakura tried her best not to wrinkle her nose and look pleasant. To say the least, the dress wasn't what you would wear if you were trying to impress someone or go to a formal occasion. You would probably wear this if you were going to a party with a bunch of elderly who were coloured blind.

It looked as though the dress had jumped through a time portal from the 20th century. The neck of the dress could reach the chin, ruffles of soft brown fabric covered the entire material underneath, and there were no sleeves-much to Sakura's relief for she had no intention on seeing the designs on it if there were sleeves.

"This is… a very interesting one you've got." Sakura said politely, not daring to touch it.

"Yes it is isn't it? I don't remember wearing it. What better time than now?" Gwen smiled, thrusting the dress to Sakura. "Try it on; I want to see how it looks." Sakura took the material in her hands, and hesitantly walked towards the washroom.

After a minute, she emerged, the brown material now hanging loosely around her small frame. The dress fell above her ankles, a white ribbon tied around her waist and near the neck.

"My, my, don't you just look pretty. This dress does show your figure, doesn't it?" Gwen smiled, walking around Sakura in circles. Sakura didn't know what to do, whether to answer the question, or just directly tell this person that this dress should have been given to charity long ago. "Well, I'll let you go to your room and get ready." She said cheerfully, full malice shining in her crystal eyes. Sakura watched as the woman disappeared from her site, quickly and silently, she rushed back to her room, locked the door before taking the risk and glanced at herself in a full length mirror. This time Sakura couldn't help but to wrinkle her nose. There will be no way she would wear this in public.

Lifting the soft brown material, the snowy white material that was covered was revealed. Sakura's eyes shone with inspiration while her hands groped around for the scissor she had left on the desk earlier. Smiling to herself, she got to work.

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Evening

Guest started to pour in while the children's area started to fill slowly. Syaoran stood by the door, Gwen by his side, shaking gentlemen's hands, gently brushing his lips against the ladies back hand to show politeness. Though his face did not show it-hidden behind his stony mask- he had all ready started to wonder when and where Sakura was, and if she was going to show up.

"You silly baka! Of course she'll show up, she loves the kids, she will definitely not miss this." He argued himself, shocked at what he thought.

A hush rang over the entire room as a blanket of silence dropped. All eyes were glued upon the stairs where a woman dressed in a slender, snowy white dress started to walk down with extreme grace and delicacy. Syaoran gapped and allowed his eyes to widen, the presence of this person making ripples in his usually still and cold mind.

Sakura placed on a gentle smile as she slid her hand gracefully across the banister, her small and white high heels tapping softly against the soft marble floor. She had completely transformed the dress, turning the old pumpkin into a beautiful, and shining coach, like the one in Cinderella. The snowy white material wrapped around her body like a second skin. No longer did the material reach her ankle, now it flowed around her body like the wind, reached a little beyond her knees. What use to reach her neck, became a strapless dress. Her hair was tied in a simple, yet elegant bun, innocent ringlets framing her face. Her slender neck wore a necklace, a white cross with red gems hanging loosely.

Syaoran continued to look in awe, completely unaware of the very noticeable scowl that had appeared on Gwen's face. It was the whispering among the male population that seemed to have snapped him out of his trance. Striding up towards the stairs, he raised his hand at the descending Sakura, his heart fluttering.

"May I have the honour of escorting this lovely lady to dinner tonight?" Syaoran asked handsomely, giving her a rare smile, his amber eyes laughing. Sakura giggled, her small hands laid gently upon his open palm.

"Being escorted by a gentleman such as you? Yes, you may." Sakura replied promptly, taking his offering hand. Syaoran let out a chuckle while guiding her down slowly. He could feel all eyes on him and in those eyes were disappointment and some jealousy, he let out a smirk.

"You've been practicing those lines for a while haven't you?" Syaoran whispered while they walked through the halls slowly. Sakura let out a laugh softly.

"No. You have no idea how hard it was to have come up with them just now." Sakura admitted, her eyes shining with glee. "I can't wait to see the twins. Where are they?" Sakura asked. Syaoran laughed, continuing to lead her towards the kid's ballroom. Inside the room, screaming little kids were running around, some where outside playing with the activities Sakura had seen earlier in the morning, the patio door were opened, which linked to the back yard. A total of 5 butlers and maids stood by, taking care of them, among them included Tomoyo. Being the sharp minded Tomoyo she was; she quickly caught sight of the two, the two holding hands. Smiling to herself she walked over.

"Li-sama. Sakura, wow you look amazing." Tomoyo greeted them. Sakura smiled while Syaoran nodded.

"Hello Tomoyo. We're looking for Ying and Hitomi." Sakura told her. Tomoyo nodded, disappearing among the ocean of kids for a while, before emerging holding the hands of 2 young girls, dressed in the dress Sakura had made for them, which looked brilliant on them.

"Well don't you two look lovely?" Syaoran complemented, extremely proud of his two daughters. The two giggled.

"Daddy, are you going to ball with Sakura? Is Sakura… your… d-dat…"

"Date?" Ying finished innocently. Sakura had a small blush form on her cheeks while Syaoran just smiled.

"You can say that. Go back in; it's time we go too." Syaoran quickly answered, pushing them back in. The two shrugged before running out.

"Why did you have to say that?" Sakura whispered softly as they approached the dining room. Syaoran smirked,

"What, are you ashamed of being my date?" he said in a mocked hurt voice.

"Of course not-" Sakura started.

"Great! Then you're my date." Syaoran finished the conversation, beaming. Sakura gapped for a few moments before realizing she had fallen for his trap.

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Throughout dinner, Sakura tried her best not to fall asleep. They were talking about stuff either she didn't understand, or found it hard to stay awake through. All through dinner, she had received two types of glances. Brief glances from other male occupants, and threatening, cold glances from Gwen across the table. For god knows how many times this evening, Sakura's eyelids started to become heavier and heavier to stay up. Finally, having to give up the battle, she stood up.

"Excuse me." She said politely, moving away from the table heading towards the back yard, not feeling the numerous glances following her or among the numerous glances one amber one.

Once outside, she breathed in a deep sent of fresh air, sighing as her body started to regain consciousness. Walking absentmindedly she strolled around the silent yard which was empty because the kids were having dinner. Walking to the flower garden, she placed her hand on the fresh soil, a green light flowing around. The once wilting tulip now rose up and shone its full potential. Being so pre occupied, she hadn't noticed she had stepped into the shadow of an old oak tree, nor the presence of another person.

"Funnily enough, I haven't yet been able to come that in tune with my powers." Syaoran's deep rumbling voice said. Sakura stood up, looking around trying to search for him. Her eyes landed at the direction of the amber haired man in a black tuxedo.

The image before him seemed oddly familiar to him, Syaoran thought, as though he had been here before, long ago when he was young. Once again, an image of a young, auburn haired girl in a pearly white dress came floating into his mind. But something more seemed to be trying to push out with more force than before.

Sakura eyed Syaoran weirdly, seeing he suddenly in trance. A memory from long ago rose to the surface. A small amber haired boy came strolling on the meadows. His amber eyes shone with confusion.

"Hi! I'm Kinomoto Sakura…"

"… I'm Kinomoto Sakura, but you can call me Sakura. Other people call me Saki or Saku, but I don't like it. You can call me Saki or Saku, I won't be mad, well maybe a little mad, but not all mad." Sakura suddenly recited, the words flowing from her lips. Syaoran's head snapped up, staring at her with strong intensity. His mind whirled, the situation swirling in his head.

"Um... all right..."

"I'm Syaoran... Li Syaoran. Well no one ever called me by a nickname... so I guess you can call me Syaoran, if you wanna." Syaoran recited in the same way Sakura had suddenly said it. Sakura's eyes teared as a single crystal drop ran down her face.

"Syao… Syaoran…"

"Saku… Sakura…"

"It's you!"
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A/N: And there goes another chapter. Hope you like it. Sorry for the long update. Might not for a while, so bare with me. Review please!