a/n: EDITED VERSION OF CHAPTER… OH MY GOD I WAS A CRAPPY WRITER. Still not as good as I would like it but, better than it was.

Chapter: I. You are not yourself….

People are stolid, caustic, whatever. When they ask you a question, take 'How are you' for example, they don't really care what the answer is. It's like that question about the weather, you know: How's the weather we're having? Or, my personal favorite: Some weather we're having eh?

But, I'll be courteous.

Hey, how are you? I'm fine. As fine as anyone could possibly be. What's my name you ask? Well, since we're being courteous, and I'm a courteous person, I'll give it to you: it's Kinomoto Sakura.

Occupation? Well, I originally started out as a singer. Of course singers disappear from stardom in a blink of an eye. So I took to modeling. A few photo shoots got me further into my model gig. And, aren't all singers contracted for acting? J Lo? Mandy Moore? Hillary Duff? Hmm.. Maybe that Duff girl started acting first… Anyway, my agent said I should try acting and so I did. What do you know? Apparently I can act.

So, I'm twenty three and a millionaire. And I'm gorgeous, did I mention that?

Now, I know I come off as being rather brash. However, since people are so mordant I've learned to adapt. Plus I'm a movie star so I can act how I want. I've got money to spare.

"OK! That's enought! I can't take anymore. I swear Sakura, what made you so gruesome?" Sakura Kinomoto looked up from where she was typing on the computer moniter and cocked a brow.

"I'm not morbid Tomoyo, just truthful." Giving a sardonic smile, she saved the file and shut off her computer. "So, you like it?" Tomoyo grinned sheepishly

"Well. It's kind of...Erm…truthful…." Sakura shook her head and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it is." There was a short silence before Tomoyo's cell phone rang, and she jumped, startled, picking it up. Glancing at the cell's face she exclaimed:

"Shit! Ahh, Sakura," She looked pleadingly at her friend "I know I promised to go out with you later for dinner and such, but Eriol's got this problem, he says the water in his house won't work, and he has this big meeting an-"

"Go ahead Tomoyo," Sakura smiled slightly. "I can hold down the fort by myself." Tomoyo smiled gratefully and whisked her way out the door. Sighing Sakura got up from her seat in front of the computer. Glancing at her message machine she winced. Damn. 40 messages blinked rapidly up at her, and she scowled, stomping over to the thing and pressing the 'play' button. The machine's mechanical voice came on, introducing the messages:

"First message, Today at 2:23 pm"

BEEP

"Hey Sakura this is Todd do-" Sakura hit the delete button.

"Next message, Today at 3:34 pm"

"Hey Saku, sorry about the sour milk, I swear I was gonna bring it in but you know how Eriol gets when he comes home from a business trip and he wa-" Sakura rolled her eyes and hit repeated the 'finger-pushing' motion.

"Next message, Today at 3:45 pm"

"Kura job dig, at 0900 friday. Don't be late. Bria." Smiling, Sakura took out a post-it and wrote down the time to her 'job dig' . Deciding to go through the other messages tomorrow she headed into her room for her big queen size bed.

Her big empty queen sized bed.

The next morning.

"Brrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg, Briiiinnnnnngggggggggg, Brrrrriiiiiinnngggggggggggg,Brrriiiiiinnnnnnnngg---"

Whatthehe-

"Ugh. Saku, love, I think that's for you." A nice husky male voice cut into Sakura's sleep. Moaning in response, Sakura dug deeper into the chest of the person who was holding her. She rubbed her feet along his legs. Ohh, what a nice dream... Mr. NiceVoice chuckled, and, arm snug around her waist, pulled her closer to him. He reached over her, sending a waft of his autumn and musky scent, and turned off the alarm.

"Five more minutes then." He said with a sleepy complacence, and snuggled back in with her. Sakura, who still hadn't opened her eyes, 'Mmmm'd' in agreement while wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Please don't wake up, please don't wake up...

"Ummm. Saku' are you ok?" Sakura opened her eyes slightly, and focused on just what was holding her. Or rather, who was holding her.

A boy-no a man, lay next to her, elbow propped up on bed, head in hand, messy chestnut colored hair getting into his eyes. His eyes… They were a fiery amber, and they were staring at her with concern and….love?

"Oh, my God. I don't know what I ate to bring this on, but this is by the far the best dream I have ever had." Sakura said, smiling coyly at the man while stretching out her lithe body. The man's brow wrinkled in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Sakura glanced up at him, rubbing the rest of sleep out of her eyes, and blinked. What kind of dream asks questions? The nerve…

"Umm. I'm just saying this is a great dream." As the man's confusion continued to grow, she glanced down at their bodies, and upon discovering they were nude, flushed a little.

"What do you mean this is a dream." The man's concern had begun to dwindle a little, and Sakura saw the amusement begin to rise on his face. She didn't see what was so funny.

"Well, if it's not, then I must have been really, really drunk last night. Cause' I could have sworn that I went to bed right after Tomoyo left." The man then sat up, sheets falling down to his lap, uncovering his chest, that, Sakura noted, was very fine.

"Sakura. Tomoyo lives in England with her husband and two kids, and we live in Hong Kong. What is going on?" The man, who's name she still did not know, was blabbering as far as she was concerned. And hey, maybe he was the drunk one. But, she was still pretty sure she was dreaming. She noted that he was beginning to look concerned.

"...Right. Say, whats your name again?" The man's face clouded with hurt, and confusion, and he grabbed her wrist yanking her up to his level, and pulling her forcefully onto his lap.

"What do you mean, 'what is your name?' Sakura I hope this is a joke." The man's once laughing eyes were now beginning to harden with hurt. However, he still had an air of amusement about him. Like he thought she was kidding. Coughing, Sakura cleared her throat.

"Listen buddy," She pushed herself off his lap and scooted onto the other end of the king sized bed. Wait...king sized? Eyes widening she looked around the room.

...where the hell am I!... At her agast expression the man's eyes once again became concerned.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" Eyeing him she shook her head.

"I have no clue who you are, but, I want you to stay right there and don't move a muscle..Where the hell am I!" She asked, clutching her sheets to her. The man's eyes squinted suspiciously.

"Sakura, what are you taking about! Your at home, in your bed." Obviously this man was not used to this sort of behavior from a bed mate.

"This is not my bed." The man's brows wrinkled more.

"Yes. It is."

"NO IT'S NOT!" Sakura shouted. "AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" The man's face contorted in concerned frustration and he reached to her, yanking her to him until they were nose to nose.

"Listen Sakura don't do this," He said with relative calm. And then: "What is wrong!"

"Whats wrong!" Sakura, on the other hand, was not keeping her cool. "Hmm..lets see... I wake up in a bed with a man I have never seen before in my life," She brushed her bangs back, trying to ignore the fact that she was in close quarters with a hot naked guy. Out of the corner of her eye she blanched as she saw her hand. On her left finger ther was… No way…

"And...I'm married...I guess, damn I really must have been plastered last night." She looked closer at the ring that adorned her finger. "Damn..." The man in the bed was still staring at her, all hints of anger had faded from his face.

"...So...who are you?" Sakura asked again, pulling the covers around her body as she backed away from the man's slack grip.

"You...You really have no idea...Who I am do you?" Sakura shook her head, and the man sighed sadly, running a hand through his messy hair, wincing as his fingers caught in knots.

"Ok," Sakura was getting a little bit impatient. "Are you going to tell me who you are?" The man looked up, gazing at her, causing her to shiver unconsciously.

"I'm your husband." He said it as if it was the obvious thing. And it was, considering the ring on her finger. Sakura fought the urg to roll her eyes. Duh. The man sighed. "My name is Syaoran Lee."

If you had turned on your television the morning of December 14, 2003. You would have seen hundreds of news stories centering around the disappearance of one of the day's greatest artists. The story the investigators had pieced together from Kinomoto's best friend, in between Tomoyo's sobbing hysterics, was thus. Sometime between the hours of 10 pm and 10 am, Sakura Kinomto had vanished. She had simply disapeared. No sign of a struggle or break in, all the doors and windows were locked from the inside. The last place she could have been was her bed, where the pillow was still creased and scented with her cherry blossom scented shampoo...

It seemed impossible to all the investigators, but there was no other explanation. Sakura Kinomoto had simply dropped off the face of the planet.

a/n: Better than it was right? RIGHT?

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