A/N: Ahehe, waiting for a long speech? Cough, cough! Thanks a bunch for the kind words! Oh, now you're demanding insanity? How utterly confusing.

Chapter Three

Embellish (vt); to increase the beauty of something.

"What a beautiful name," Sakura said appreciatively. "Thank you, Li-kun." She bowed her head again and Syaoran chuckled, waving his hand in the air non-comically.

"You don't have to bow, Sakura," he grinned. "And I think it's better if we're in the first name basis now."

Sakura smiled broadly. "Okay, Syaoran." She giggled giddily.

Syaoran sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he sat himself down on his couch. He ushered her to do the same but she shook her head lightly and said in a small voice, "I wasn't made to sit."

Syaoran sat dumbfounded. Although she was based from a real girl, she still had the knowledge of a program. Eriol hadn't done everything he could for Sakura. But still, Syaoran had known. Eriol had specifically told him that Sakura wasn't complete yet and that she needed a large amount of time to gain perfection.

But who cares if Sakura was perfect?

All Syaoran needed was a girl that was normal in her own way. Syaoran liked Sakura very much but she wasn't normal enough for him. He liked her but does he also want to gain perfection? After all, he wanted her to be normal—which she cannot achieve—ever. It was a pitiable situation really.

"Syaoran?" Sakura asked in concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

Syaoran shook out of his reverie and smiled at Sakura's frown that marred her perfect face. "Quite. What would you like to do?"

Sakura looked at Eriol's ring, which was left to Syaoran's care so he could call on Sakura anytime he would want and smiled faintly. "Anything you'd like to do, Syaoran-sama."

Syaoran chuckled amusedly. "Why the sudden 'sama' in my name, Sakura?"

She flushed considerably and twisted an amount of silk in the palm of her hands. She was wearing a cute summer dress that reached only to her thighs, like her little black dress the day before. It was adorned by the colors of white and red, with cherry blossom petals floating on it. And her hair was in a tight bun, her bangs falling across her face. She was a breathtaking sight.

Sakura blushed and shook her head, refusing to say anything further. He chuckled.

How charming.

"Well," he started. "Let's go take a walk, shall we?"

Sakura nodded mutely and followed Syaoran out the door and down to the long, grand staircase. She gawped in awe and looked down at the golden stairs. He was this rich, she thought.

Syaoran walked down followed by a meek Sakura. She calmly yet distinctively gaped at the glamour of the mansion. She was astounded by the size of it. She mused how many bedrooms are there inside this mansion.

"Sakura?"

She continuously gawked.

"Sakura!"

She didn't move an inch as she gazed at a large, crystalline chandelier.

"Sakura!" Syaoran shouted on the top of his lungs. She jumped in shock and floated down the stairs in a heap. She giggled aloud in delight.

"Hoe!" She squealed. "That was fun!"

Syaoran laughed a rich, deep laugh. It was intoxicating to hear Sakura mused in a state of wonder. Why won't he laugh like that always? It would be the best, really. She looked at Syaoran with a soft smile and stood up, then froze. She looked down at her feet.

"How come that you fell on the floor against your backside then stood up?" Syaoran raised both brows in suspect. "I thought that you're not programmed for basics?"

"I thought so too…" Sakura wondered. "Odd."

Syaoran smiled softly at her and shook his head. "Doesn't matter now, at least you can do it." Sakura sheepishly smiled at him and bobbed her head. "Well, let's go, shall we?" He asked her.

"Of course."

And so they walked outside Syaoran's manor. Sakura gawped all the way out as she adored the impeccable taste of Syaoran's furniture and art designs. It were all what she had pictured in her mind how her dream home would look like. She frowned softly as realization dawned to her. How will she be able to live in her dream home when all she will ever be was a program?

No will to touch, no will to breathe, no will to ever live…

And no chance to love and be loved in return.

So what was her purpose here in this world?

She sneaked a glance towards Syaoran's calm form and relaxed slightly at her pessimistic thoughts. He would always be by her side, she knew. He will never leave her alone because she was his responsibility and—

—she needed him.

She had to learn to serve him and whilst that, she hoped she will get to know him better. He seems such an interesting male specimen and she couldn't deny that one fact. She smiled leisurely at herself.

"Syaoran-sama," she murmured softly as they stepped outside towards a wide space of a garden. She ogled at it as they neared a patch or roses that were placed upon the left side of a beautiful cherry blossom tree. "Pretty!"

Syaoran chuckled as he watched her expression go from awe to excite. "You can look closer and examine it, Sakura."

"You won't mind?" She asked, her eyes glittering happily.

"No, I won't." He smiled back.

She gleefully pounced on the fore said cherry blossom tree. She squealed when some of the petals floated down and made their way towards her sides. She looked all in all, stunning. Syaoran almost had the yearning to take her in his arms and hug her. But of course, it was only a feeling.

"Syaoran-sama," she squeaked in joy. "I love your garden!"

He laughed as she tried to touch the petals that floated above her but couldn't. Her fingers went through every petal she came across with. Her eyes then glistened and Syaoran saw a lone cyber tear fall down her cheeks. He felt sorrow radiating through her face.

"Sakura," he said gently. "You—"

"—I can't hold them, Syaoran-sama," she muttered desperately. "I can't. I don't have the proper body. I can't—" She sobbed mournfully. "Why can't I, Syaoran-sama?" She dropped down to her knees and cried on her hands, her body shuddered in her cries.

Syaoran's eyes hardened considerably. He shouldn't have led her here. He took a step towards her and towered over her lithe, frail form. He suddenly had the urge to protect her. He shook his head and kneeled down to her level. He reached out but his fingers only went past her.

"Sakura," he started. "Let's go inside now, okay?"

She mutely nodded her head and stood up. She took her hands off from her face and revealed her flustered face, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away but Syaoran added hastily, "Don't wipe them away."

She looked at him curiously but obeyed. Syaoran stared at her for a long moment and smiled at her. Confusedly, she tilted her head to the side to look at him questioningly.

"You look beautiful, Sakura," he grinned happily. Sakura blushed at his compliment.

"Really?" She shyly said, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment and appreciation.

"Really."

"I—" She stopped. "Thank you."

Her tears adorned her face in a river of sparkling tranquil. Syaoran smirked, adding, "This will be your first cry."

She flushed and bowed her head.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it, Sakura," he said smoothly. "It makes you normal like every other person would be."

She brightened slightly. "I've always wanted to feel normal. Thank you, Syaoran-sama."

Syaoran broadly smiled, nodded his head, and led her inside his mansion. He looked back at Sakura through his shoulder and sighed. "You've made me feel, Sakura," he softly lowered his eyelids and imagined Sakura's beaming face smiling at him. And he almost melted.

"Thank you."

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Syaoran: Yuck, I'm being a good guy here.

Sakura: Don't you like that, Syaoran?

Syaoran: Of course not. That's disgusting. I want to be dark.

Sakura: confused Aren't you white?

Syaoran: Do you want to be ravished, Sakura love?