Finally chappie 10 is here! . Wh00t! Please review, dahls, I'll love joo forever!

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I had so many dreams that would not fly
they fell like August rain before my eyes
I reached out and they were gone
like the moonlight in the dawn
the most precious things are always in disguise

looking back I always seemed unwise
but time has cut my ego down to size
well that's just the way it goes
when we were young, I guess we just didn't know
the most precious things are always in disguise

and time has become my crucible
its tempered all my vanity and glory
for all that's inexcusable
I want to tell you that I'm sorry

so hold me now and watch as the moon does rise
it's funny that it takes so long just to realize
you could wait a lifetime for a night like this
a thousand years for just one kiss
the most precious things are always in disguise

Incognito:

Sakura made her way out of the party. She sat, pulling her knees up to her chest, and smiled at the almost glowing moon casting shadows on her face. The clouds moved in on the sphere almost like a picture.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Came a voice from behind her.

She turned from her spot on the curb to glance up at a familiar face. The same sunglasses, same green hat pulled down to his ears. Her emerald eyes flickered with surprise and glee.

It was him. Daisuke the carriage driver. The man she hadn't been able to stop thinking about for a day now. Other than when she'd been completely distracted by Eriol, Tomoyo or Syaoran that is, interrupting people that they were.

"Daisuke.." She breathed, voice coming out slow and squeaky.

He smiled and nodded, sunglasses bobbing on his pretty little nose. " I thought I'd be seeing you again, Miss Sakura." The wind ruffled his shirt as he sank down next to her. She stared into his face, hands fidgeting in her lap.

"You were invited to a big party?" Sakura asked, genuinely surprised. "A-and please, it's just Sakura. I would feel rude calling you Daisuke and you "Miss Sakura"-ing me."

"Daisuke" laughed, flattening his ears under his hat to keep them from freezing. "Of course. I drive Mr. Li around the park come Thanksgiving for free because he invites me to all of these big shot parties." Inside his head, Syaoran Li was cracking up like crazy.

The smaller woman blinked at this new information. "Mr. Li? You know Li?" Her nose scrunched up. "Isn't he just dreadful? Cruel and rude almost constantly and so conceited it should hurt anyone stupid enough to chat with him."

Ouch. Syaoran frowned under his façade, wishing he didn't have this stupid costume on so he could reprimand her for ever thinking so badly about him. After all, he did, if only a little, respect her. For her beauty and innocence. She was so pure it scared him.

"Yes, just dreadful. Always bragging about this and that. But hey, in my opinion he deserves to be used."

There was that smile again. Sakura felt her heart race up. She averted her gaze, ashamed at the blush across her cheeks. Green irises peered out a bakery. A sigh flew from her tiny mouth. "I love this city in all it's bad points and good points. Sweet smelling bakeries just around the corner from the park, just opposite my apartment. Constant noise and people, people, people. I even love the tourists, no matter how vexing. This place is just so.." She closed her eyes and inhaled the unclean air. "exciting and resourceful and right."

It took Syaoran a while to process this claim. He hadn't known she could speak so beautifully and intelligently, more importantly. "I know what you mean, Sakura. The idle chit chat and honking cars to wake up to. The smell of coffee wafting under your nose as you stroll down the block early in the morning. Just lovely, isn't it?"

And as quickly as he had appeared, "Daisuke" was gone. Sakura blinked at the empty space beside her. "Dai.."

She knew there was no one there to reply to her. And so with a thoughtful sort of smile she stood and swept her pants with her hands, ridding them of lint. Then, Sakura turned and reentered the building just in time to welcome a fight that had broken out. Between whom you wonder?

I thought that should be quite obvious.

Eriol chortled uncontrollably at the look on Tomoyo's face as she threatened him even more violently. Her brows were so narrowed, lips so curved downward she looked close to insane. "HIRIGIZAWA! You are so..dead."

Sakura intervened suddenly, gripping Tomoyo's forearm and pulling, while pushing Eriol toward the door. A few revelers were beginning to stare at the punch covered Tomoyo in all her glory and the cackling Eriol.

"I am so sick of you two behaving like children." Sakura spat, shoving them both down the street.

"Me?" Tomoyo repeated, shocked. "It's all him!"

Eriol cocked his head to the side. "See in denial and childish."

The honey-haired girl, youngest of all three shook her head disapprovingly. "My god, Eriol. Stop provoking her."

Said man pouted, "But 'Kura, it's fun!"

Sorry again for another short chapter. I'm being so unfair to you guys. You're such loyal fans! loves 3

Beware the next chapter, it's some big revelations! .

Until then,

Miss Rain