A/N: OMG! I didn't really get a lot of reviews for this one than I expected, so PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE!! Must. Review. Must. Review.

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Chapter 3: Along, or alone?

            "Taracu, there is something I wanted to tell you," said Sakura, who is playing the role Sashimi.

            "Yes?" Syaoran said hopefully.

            "I—I, I'm alone in the world without a friend," Sakura said as tears fell down her cheeks.

            There was a pause.

            "Cut, Cut, CUT!" Eriol yelled. "Syaoran, why do you always take such a loooong time to answer back?!"

            "Because, it all seems, so real," Syaoran squeezed out. "Look, Mr. Li, I'm really trying hard to cry you know, and now you ruin it! Just because you're the CEO of this whole movie corporation doesn't mean you have to be the leading role!" Sakura said angrily.

            "Well, if Eriol here wouldn't be so picky, I wouldn't have to play the stupid 'Tacaru'!" Syaoran argued.

            "Humph, well, if Jason came and play, he'd be way better than you!" Sakura thought out aloud.

            "Who the hell's Jason?" Syaoran raised an eyebrow.

            "He's my boyfriend, Jason Mashioto, and he's been a hit in Japan for ten years!" Sakura barked.

            "How old is he, fourty?!" Syaoran smirked.

            "You dare to say that again, I'll smack your head open!"

            "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Kinomoto's boyfriend is FOURTY!" Syaoran sneered, "Ooh, let's all be scared!"

            Sakura's hair shot into every direction, and she grabbed the nearest thing by her—a candle holder, and threw it towards Syaoran's direction—he caught it in mid-air.

            "Why-you, arrogant, self-centered, crabby, idiotic—"

            "You know, my grandmother can do waaaaaaay better than that!" Syaoran laughed heartily.

            "Is he always like that?" Tomoyo asked Eriol, chuckling.

            "Not really, haven't seen him getting that wild in a very, VERY long time." Eriol confessed. "Okay, now, you two-year-olds, let's get back to the movie!" Eriol shouted towards Syaoran and Sakura.

            "I don't know why you annoy me so much," said Syaoran mindlessly.

            "Because you're just a conceited CEO who cares about no one!" Sakura yelled.

            "You don't even know me, how do you know I'm conceited?" Syaoran asked, and walked back to the movie set.

            Yeah, how can I judge a person before knowing them? Sakura froze, and asked herself. I wasn't like this before…

            "Sashimi, even if you don't have a real friend, I can be your friend," smiled Syaoran.

            "You can?" Sakura asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

            "Yeah, and I'll show you my world." Syaoran said confidently.

            "AND, CUT!" Eriol shouted. "That was great you guys! I mean, if I wasn't mistaken, as the director, you guys will be making a hit movie in no time!"

            "Yeah," Sakura chuckled nervously, avoiding Syaoran's stare.

            "Now, let's get back to Scene 1, where Sashimi gets off her train at the train station. We tried doing this scene for a long time, but Sashimi's eyes, they're not very sad when Sakura played it, as described in the book and the script Let Me Show You My World. Sakura, I hope you do better," Eriol smiled.

            "Good luck!" Tomoyo waved.

            A girl got off the train and stared far for the city. It was Tokyo, snowing with white fluffy flakes, springing across the darkened sky. With busy street lights and tall, romantic buildings surrounding its belt, it looked like Christmas. The girl's eyes glanced hopefully at the people, but shadowed with doubt.

            Her face was beautiful. Her egg-like face with two emerald eyes dotted on it, making her look as steadily as ever. Her auburn hair flew upon her head, dotted with white, small snowflakes, and two short braids on each side. Her eyes, again, showed hopefulness, it was blank, without a sign of life, and without energy.  She walked gracefully toward the exit at the train station, and sat on a low bench outside of it. She stared afar, she, was lost. Lost forever, in the city of dreams, until destiny grabs her little life, and led her into a whirl of magic.

            A winter's tale.

A/N: How do you like the title? Pretty darn good huh? I was originally gonna call it Let me show you my world, but never mind, it's gonna be A Winter's Tale. I think changing the title to A Winter's Tale would be better, right? Please review and tell me so!! Please, I need reviews! Anyway, would Summer of Magic be better? Well, actually, there is no magic in this fic, but REVIEW ANYWAYS!