A/N: Yes, yes. I may seem delusional but still, I'll be flying across the world with only a mint to pay for taxes. Oh, weren't you asking me how I would create world domination? Of course not, tee hee.

For: To Lauren, hey girl! Leave me your email so I can mail you some time. xD

To: Feifiefofum, arigato, my friend for spotting that mistake. I changed it already. x Tell me if you spot anything else. xD

Definitions: Ipso Facto (Latin): as the result of a particular fact.

Chapter Two

Hallucinations (n); the perception of somebody or something that is not really there.

Syaoran blinked.

And blinked yet again.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There, standing—or rather, floating in front of him was a girl that looked in his age, her auburn hair flowed gracefully across her shoulders and back. Her emerald eyes were absolutely enchanting and as well as her lips that were in the hue of delectable pink. Her nose well chiseled and her cheeks painted with reddish spots.

He almost forgot how to breathe.

Eriol laughingly patted him on the head and Syaoran stayed astonished as he gazed adoringly at the Aphrodite in front of him. He, on his obsessive will to know this goddess in front of him as he took a step forward and reached a hand to stroke her. His fingers passed through midair. He winced and hurriedly snapped his hands back to his chest, clutching at it.

"As you must know," Eriol said airily. "She's also my fantasy as well. But for the sake of our relationship, I'll make her for you. She'll only be a mere hologram, though, and it might take plenty of self-control to earn her."

Syaoran has still not spoken, his eyes staring at the image.

Eriol continued on as he sensed that Syaoran wouldn't be saying anything for quite a while. "I fear that I have wasted enough time here," with a small swish of his staff, the image disappeared. Syaoran groaned in protest. "Well, I must be off if you don't like my offer."

He turned to leave when a harsh grip grasped his arm. He slowly looked at Syaoran with amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I—I want her."

Eriol nodded his head and decisively took Syaoran's hand off his arms. His staff dangling on the pale of his fingers as he took a hold of Syaoran's wrist. "In agreement, let's make the Unbreakable Vow."

Syaoran arched a brow confusedly but agreed nonetheless. Eriol raised his staff above their heads and muttered an incantation. A fierce flash of red passed through them and Eriol asked lowly, "Will you, Syaoran, promise to take care of my most prized possession?"

"I will."

A wheezing sound echoed around the room and a spiteful chill ran through Syaoran's spine. He felt his stomach churn in burning sensation. Eriol let go of Syaoran's wrist shortly and laughed aloud. Syaoran raised both brows at his gesture. What the hell was so funny?

Eriol's laughter eventually died down and he grinned at Syaoran expectantly. "What will you name her?"

Syaoran, still awestruck, couldn't utter a word.

A few moments passed and finally, Syaoran grumbled lowly under his breath. Eriol's ears perked up and he amusedly stated, "Pardon, come again?"

Syaoran turned his head away and a soft blush crept on his face. "I'm still not sure."

Eriol nodded his head and walked towards the window, lifting the glass open. "It's alright. Take your time. Special names don't come every so often."

Syaoran agreed and sat down on his bed once again, and played with the black lacy border of the mattress. He couldn't think of the perfect name for her. What could he give her? Tiredly, he plopped down on his bed with his legs dangling on the side of the bed. He pictured the emerald-eyed beauty and her features.

"Would you like to talk to her?" Eriol asked out of the blue.

Syaoran started up and looked at Eriol curiously. "How?"

"I'll conjure a temporary spell while I still haven't started. A bit perplex but I'll try." Eriol shrugged as he raised his staff again and with a gentle swish, he uttered incoherently.

"Ipso facto hallucinate!"

The girl earlier appeared in a lovely black dress that didn't even reach her thighs. Her auburn hair was curled into a messy bun with stray locks framing her cute face. Her emerald eyes glittered enticingly and Syaoran yearned to touch her. He admired her from a small distance but Eriol pushed him gently. Syaoran irritably swatted Eriol's hand away and walked in front of the girl.

Eriol cleared his throat. "37713, introduce yourself to Mr. Li Syaoran."

The girl blinked then beamed at Syaoran, which caught him by surprise. "Konnichiwa, Li-kun. I am program 37713, at your humble service." She bowed her head politely and smiled at him once again.

Syaoran became oddly flustered at the gesture. "H-hai."

Eriol lightly punched him on the arm. Syaoran rubbed it in irritation and glared at Eriol's determined face. "If you don't say anything other than a pathetic, 'Hai' I will definitely take her away." He threatened.

Syaoran grunted, infuriated. "So, 37713, tell me something about yourself."

She mechanically rubbed her chin in thought and grinned at him. "I love sunsets. I always picture them in my mind. The orange and purple hues always contrasted in a lovely manner. Don't you think so too?" She asked, delighted.

Syaoran let out a small smile and gently nodded his head. "They're beautiful."

She beamed.

Syaoran took a huge gulp and questioned further. "What else are you interested in?"

"You—" She said automatically but gasped as she heard herself slip. "—I meant, uranium!" She yelled in embarrassment.

Eriol chuckled as Syaoran reddened maddeningly. "Um, right."

"I also love cherry blossoms," she added hastily, trying to cover up her humiliation. "My mum—" Here, Eriol shook his head in pity. "—always told me that I was beautiful as a cherry blossom in Spring."

Syaoran smiled almost ruefully and looked at Eriol in slight confusion. "Well, I dare say your mum is right."

She smiled as her eyes watered. "Thank you."

She then disappeared.

Syaoran whipped his head towards Eriol's pitiful gaze and raised a brow in confusion. "She has a mother?" He demanded harshly. "I thought she was only a hologram!"

Eriol shook his head and sat down on a stool that was beside him. "37713 is originally based from a girl in China." He muttered. "I met her in my visit there. She wouldn't leave my head and so… I conjured up a fantasy made up of her."

"What happened to her then?" Syaoran lowered his head. "Is she alright?"

"Ying Fa's alright," Eriol frowned. "Her mother died a few days after we met though."

"Oh." Was only Syaoran's reply.

Until, a thought struck him. He smiled in a jovial manner and turned to Eriol, his eyes gleaming with an anew hope. "I know what to name her now."

Eriol raised brow at him and ushered him to continue.

"Sakura."

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Sakura: Eep! What happened to mama?

Eriol: She died of cancer.

Sakura: (wails) Oh, mama! I miss you already.

Syaoran: Don't worry, Sakura! I'll take good care of you. (insert lecherous wink here)

Eriol: Pervert.