I AM SO SORRY!! I ACCIDENTILY PUT "LEO" INSTEAD OF XIAO LANG!!! AHHHH!!! NOOOOOO!!!! OKAY!!! VERY VERY VERY SORRY!!! MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES!!!

Oh. hahahah! Today is my BIRTHDAY! So this is my BIRTHDAY GIFT for all of you!!! grins like an idiot. And what's cool about it is that. Sakura's birthday is in this update too. how awesome is that!!!

BTW. There is a bit more profanity in this one...sorry.

Lavender IV

Your Promise: Memories

"Explain this –" Touya said with clenched teeth, he threw the paper on the table with a loud BANG! Sakura stared, completely guilty.

A huge picture of Syaoran and Sakura was displayed on the front page. Locked lips and all.

"Explain yourself!" Touya repeated himself, glaring at Sakura, who would not look at him.

"I – I don't know what happened." Sakura muttered.

Liar.

You do know what happened. You did it.

"Sakura!" Touya cried with absolute frustration, slamming his palm on to the table, "You can't do this! You can't keep doing this! You nearly killed yourself!!! Running home like that!!! If I hadn't been home early – do you not see it?"

She started crying, choking back pure guilty tears that rolled down her cheeks.

"Sakura!" Touya cried alarmed, "SAKURA?!"

Sakura was on her knees, coughing feverishly. Her hands were on her neck. She couldn't breathe. Her heart was out of control. Her whole body was shaking.

Touya threw the papers he had been reading aside and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Sakura, take a deep breath, where's your medication, where is your medication?!" Touya realized she was unable to speak and rushed throughout the house. Looking for the small bag of pills.

Stay calm, for crying out loud, Touya, you're a doctor!

He spotted her pills on the kitchen table and snatched them up quickly, rushing back to helpless girl, now violently shuddering on the floor.

"Sakura! Please! Open up your mouth!" Touya shoved two white pills between her lips and rubbed her throat. Sakura was forced to swallow and choked as the two pills slid down unwillingly.

She was in a dangerous situation. Touya prayed that he had not been too late.

How the hell did she end up like this?!

Than he recalled the papers…Syaoran.

"You could've died!" Touya cried, remembering the hopeless feeling he had felt just hours before. Sakura threw her arms around him.

She sobbed in to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Touya! I just couldn't stop running – " She choked loudly.

Touya looked at his crying sister, "I don't want to see anymore about you and Syaoran Li – I will not let him take you away from me."

Sakura rocked back and forth as she cried silently in to Touya's chest. She was in denial. Her whole life. The vial. Syaoran Li. And all that had happened.

She was in denial.

Because after today…

Syaoran Li never existed.

Just like Eriol said. He was just a celebrity.

"Where is she?!"

"Where is that girl – damnit,"

"What the fuck are you guys still doing here?!" Eriol roared, throwing up his arms and pushing the mob of reporters back, "She's not here! She went home!!"

"Not here?!"

"Shit!"

"Where does she live!!!?" One man cried.

Eriol looked furious, "Just LEAVE!"

"Than we have a couple questions for you!"

"Us too!!!"

"ARRRGH!!!!" Eriol took a threatening step forward, "The SHIT I want to answer your questions! If you don't leave, I will call the police!"

"AW C'MON! WE WAITED HOURS!!"

"GO!" Eriol shouted, "GO GO GO!!!"

"Man calm down!"

"We only wanted to ask a couple questions…"

"Fine fine, this is pointless anyways – " The reporters chorused and slowly turned their backs and left one by one.

Eriol hadn't cursed this much profanity since he was in high school.

Sakura wasn't going to like any of this. The reporters. The cameras.

Eriol blamed everything on Syaoran Li. That Bastard.

What the shit just happened. What the SHIT just happened?!?!

Syaoran Li stormed his room, kicking open his door furiously.

Hiroki followed him like a dog, making useless remarks.

"NO WAY AM I LETTING HER GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!"

"Stupid shit." Syaoran cursed, throwing his bags on to the floor.

"She ruined my suit, she ruined your reputation, humiliating… that girl!"

You are not Syaoran.

Syaoran swore silently. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

Not Syaoran…

Syaoran slapped himself in the forehead. OUT OUT OUT!!!

"That girl!!!! ##$…I paid a fortune for this – " Hiroki whined loudly at his stained suit.

Those eyes, just looking at him. What is she doing to me?!

"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING TO ME?!" Syaoran cried out loud, scattering papers everywhere.

"She won't get away with this, I'll have all my men after her, we'll dig up all there is, she'll be in a living hell – I'll make sure of it – "

"HIROKI! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Syaoran threw himself on to his couch and buried his face in to his hands.

Hiroki ignored him and sat down besides the man "What's the matter with you – "

"Just shut up." Came a muffled reply.

Hiroki thought for a while in silence, "Do you need to see Erika, Xiao? Will that make you feel better?"

Syaoran looked up, hearing the all too familiar name.

Erika. Oh yeah.

"I can make arrangements for her to come to Japan," Hiroki continued.

Syaoran groaned, "I don't know. I don't feel like seeing her right now."

"But with that Kinomoto Girl - " Hiroki protested.

"SHUT UP ABOUT HER!" Syaoran cried with agitation, "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEED TIME TO THINK!"

Syaoran rapidly rose from the couch, nearly knocking Hiroki off his seat.

Than he stormed in to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Hiroki sighed impatiently when he heard the sound of running water. Fine, if he doesn't admit he wants to see Erika. I'll call her myself.

"Ugh." Syaoran looked in the clouded mirror. His hair was all chunky now. Massed together with the sticky wine Sakura had thrown in to his face.

It was disgusting.

The scene replayed in his head a million times.

Over and over again.

Her face. Her stare. Her eyes.

Those gods forbid beautifully fierce eyes.

Everything.

Again and Again.

Haunting him.

You are not Syaoran. You are not Syaoran.

"Damnit!" Syaoran swore, slamming his fist on to the marble sink. Swearing again when it hurt him more than it did the countertop.

The water was still running. Heat was pouring from the tub. Steam was gushing around the room, clouding the mirror till he could see no reflection. His clothes were wet from the condensation. Sweat drops formed on his forehead. But he didn't care.

He never cared.

He wanted the vapor to drown the thoughts in his head away.

He wanted it to drown Sakura away. Her voice. He wanted her voice to stop ringing in his head.

"…you can have his money…his car…his fame…"

Syaoran covered his ears.

"…Not Syaoran!"

Syaoran tore off his wet red-stained shirt, and rubbed his head feverishly. Than bent his head over the sink, squeezing his eyes shut.

Which one is it?! Which Sakura is she?!?!

"his car…his fame…"

Which one?!?!?! Which one was really Sakura?!?!

"You are not Syaoran!"

Damnit Kinomoto!!! You are driving me INSANE!

"Are you sure it's her?" A snobbish voice said to a tall blond friend.

"I'm positive, she's wearing the same ugly sweater." She replied.

"Ew, like – what kind of crap is that? I bet it's not even branded."

"It's gross…"

Sakura rounded the bend only to be stopped by two ditzy looking blond girls.

"Um…hi?" She said quietly. Wondering why they were in her way. She didn't want to be late to the first day of work after the incident with Syaoran. Touya had made her take four days off. Eriol had heartily agreed, leaving Sakura with no say.

"You're that Kinomoto girl, aren't you?" One said, taking a step forward, and narrowing her dark eyes.

Sakura eyed them both. How do they know my name?

"You were the bitch that disgraced Xiao Lang, whore?" The other demanded.

Oh no…the news.

"No. I think you've mistaken me for somebody else." Sakura lowered her eyes and tried to keep walking, pushing her bicycle forward hastily.

"—the shit, you've got the same disgusting green eyes –" The taller one said snottily. Sakura bit her bottom lip. This wasn't good…

Than the two tore her bike away from her hands.

"Hey!! What are you doing – Stop!" Sakura cried helplessly as her bike was thrown to the ground. My bike!

"—she likes her bike." One girl commented, grinning evilly. She kicked the pedals hard. Sakura tried to pull them away but they only pushed her aside.

"Stop! Stop it!" She said, reaching forward. One grabbed her by the wrist and flung her to the floor.

Sakura caught her breath and looked wide-eyed as the girls chunked heavy stones at her precious bike.

"That's what you get – for humiliating Xiao Lang." The girl cried, kicking the wheels. Sakura could only watch as the wires bent and the braces dented in with each forceful blow.

Why are they doing this?! That bike was a gift from Syaoran.

Syaoran.

Sakura gasped to herself.

I'm still thinking about him! How could I! After all that he did to you! You can't possibly still care for his bike.

"Hey! THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING TO MY SISTER?!"

"Shit, let's get outta' here – " The taller one cried and the two scattered, disappearing out of sight. Touya came sprinting as fast as he could, shaking his fists.

He was down-right pissed off.

"I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN!" He shouted after them.

Sakura had tears in her eyes when Touya turned towards her.

"Damnit Sakura!!! Don't you start crying!!!" He cried, red in the face, "It was all my stupid fault, because I wasn't there - so don't be a crybaby over my fault!"

Sakura froze. What Touya had said sparked a memory from long ago.

"What are you crying for? You're not the one hurt." Syaoran commented, noticing Sakura tearing up, again.

She hastily wiped the tears away and took a bandage, "It was all my fault, I couldn't get them to stop."

"It is not you're fault, I got in to it on my own." Syaoran protested, fidgeting as Sakura wrapped his leg with the bandage.

"You're actually bleeding, when I fell down on the track, I wasn't bleeding," Sakura said, wiping more tears.

Syaoran rolled his eyes, than exchanged looks with Sakura, "You've got to take care of yourself…you can't keep crying like this…you're acting like…a crybaby."

"…are you hurt?" Touya said with a joking frustration. Sakura jolted back to the present.

"No…just shaken up…"

Touya cussed loudly, and pulled Sakura off the ground. She wiped the tears away. I am not a crybaby.

"I can't believe that Syaoran, he still wasn't satisfied after all that crap he did to you."

"You saw the whole thing?" Sakura asked softly, as he helped raise the beat-up bike from the floor.

"Through the window - I got here as fast as I could – I knew I should've let you take the whole week off - "

Sakura choked back more tears seeing the state her bike was in. The tires were bent, and the pedals were completely jarred aside. It looked impossible to fix.

I don't get it…I don't get it…Why does the world treat me like this. And yet I still can't stop thinking about him?!

"I can't believe that bastard!" Tomoyo said loudly, nearly dropping another pot of plants. Chiharu seconded her outburst.

"And to think I thought he was the perfect!!! That jerk!" She hollered.

"Damn right…after what he did to Sakura." Eriol agreed, scribbling something furiously in to his notebook.

Tomoyo slammed her palm on to the table, "Sakura didn't even do anything to him! She cared about him; she talked about him all the time!!! And this is how he treated her!!! What kind of a guy is he?!"

Chiharu nodded feverishly, "Xiao Lang, he's the real fake."

"Hey! Can I speak with Sakura Kinomoto?!" Someone hollered from the door. All three heads snapped up to meet a very flustered face of a man. He had a camera around his neck.

"—YOU AGAIN!" Eriol shouted, and jumped from his chair, his fists clenched, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE?!"

"—it's my job." He answered, giving an apologetic wave. Eriol groaned, and marched over to him. Tomoyo and Chiharu glared, forgetting their work.

"Well?" He asked as Eriol neared.

"Leave. Now."

"I can't…" He whined, begging, "I won't get paid if I don't get anything on this Sakura girl. I have a family you know!"

"I don't give a shit."

"My kids will starve!!!" He pleaded, his eyes wide.

Eriol let out a frustrated growl, "Let's talk outside."

The man's eyes widened further, "Does that mean you'll tell me everything about her?"

"I never said that –" Eriol muttered, pushing him out the door, "You two get back to work – I'll take care of this guy."

"Right." Tomoyo nodded, and poked Chiharu in the shoulder, motioning her to get back to potting new flowers.

"Look – you." Eriol said, turning to face the man who had an eager expression.

Eriol paused. How the hell was he going to get rid of this guy?

"Okay, I'm listening." The reporter cried enthusiastically, whipping out a prepared notebook and a pencil that was tucked behind his ear. Eriol sweat dropped, blinking at the careful notes he was taking.

"The hell! I'm not helping you!" Eriol hollered.

The man's face fell and immediately stopped writing.

Than Eriol had a sudden idea.

"Look – if I give you something on Sakura – would you leave me alone?" He contemplated, praying the man was dumb enough to accept the offer.

"Yes!!!" He agreed heartily, "I'll never bother you again!!!"

Ehehehe…right in to my trap idiot.

"But I'm only going to tell you one thing – that's the deal."

He nodded eagerly.

Okay.

Eriol leaned forward. This wouldn't hurt Sakura if I told him.

"Yes yes?" He cried impatiently, "I have other places to go, you know."

"Sakura's…" Eriol began.

The man's pencil was poised, his eyes wide. Waiting. Waiting for some juicy new gossip he was going to publish.

Eriol paused dramatically. And he smirked. This guy was real sad.

"Sakura's twentieth birthday is TOMORROW!!!" Eriol shouted in to his face and whirled around to leave.

The reporter nearly fell on his butt, "WHAT?! THAT'S IT!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO WRITE ANYTHING ABOUT HER ON THAT!!!"

"You said one thing!" Eriol shouted behind his back, grinning evilly. Ehehehe…Eriol you riot. You sly fox.

"HEY!!! THAT IS SO UNFAIR!!! YOU LIED TO ME!!!"

"IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT!" Eriol laughed gleefully as he started skipping back to the nursery. He finally got rid of that idiotic stalker. YES!

"Oh – OH YEAH!!! WELL GUESS WHAT!!! I DON'T HAVE KIDS!!!" The reporter admitted with pride.

Eriol stuck his head out of the door and shouted in reply, "I KNEW THAT ALL ALONG DUMBASS! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE LIAR!"

Eriol's laughing face vanished in to the greenhouse.

The reporter kicked a nearby stone. Damnit. Her birthday tomorrow?! What kind of a story is that?!?!??!!?!?

"The appointment is in fifteen minutes Xiao Lang! Do you plan on being late for your first talk show – or what?!" Hiroki hollered in to the room.

Syaoran looked through his drawers for the tenth time, rummaging through papers. Where had he put that music he written last night. Where!?

"Xiao Lang!"

"Damn it Hiroki! I'm coming – wait for me in the car – " Syaoran muttered. Cursing the annoying man who had just slammed the front door. Apparently listening to orders for once.

Syaoran looked under the couch. Nothing. Where did I put it?!

Than his eyes fell on a turned over paper on his coffee table. Aha! Right where I thought I left you sucker.

Satisfied that he had pinpointed where his music was, he was ready to leave. Than he spotted her vial.

Sakura's vial, sitting side by side with his own vial. He had forgotten about them, ever since the night he ran out in the rain looking for her. Apparently he had not given it back to her yet.

He knelt by the table and peered in to the two jars.

Two lavenders.

Who had survived twelve years of growing up. I can't believe she kept hers…after all these years…

Than it struck him. It's her birthday! Today.

Sakura smiled, choking back tears, "Will you…will you come back to…visit?"

"Maybe. On your twentieth birthday, I'll come back. We'll meet right at school," Than he smiled, "For you, I promise I'll come back."


"Happy birthday Sakura!!!!!!!!!!" Tomoyo, Chiharu, and Eriol chorused throwing streamers and confetti all over their shocked friend. Sakura was smiling like never before. Her eyes filled with tears of joy.

"Oh Sakura…" Tomoyo laughed and gave her friend a tight hug, "Stop tearing up like that and blow out the candles."

"Blow them out! Blow them out!" Chiharu cheered, jumping around.

Eriol leaned forward, "Don't forget, you get three wishes."

"Three wishes?" Sakura said, puzzled.

"Right – you always get three wishes for the first year you work here for, " Tomoyo said matter of factly, "It's a Tomoeda Nursery Tradition – don't break it!"

Sakura laughed.

"Blow out the candles! Blow out the candles!" Chiharu continued, leaping in the air.

"I gave her too much coffee…sorry." Eriol admitted guiltily.

"Okay," Sakura drew in a breath and stared very determinedly at the twenty small candles that dotted her cake.

She blew all of them out with one breath.

Everyone cheered loudly, Eriol rubbed her hair playfully. More streamers popped, and Sakura's hair looked like a colorful mess.

"Okay! The wishes!"

"What? I have to tell you guys?" Sakura laughed.

"Please?" Tomoyo pleaded than recited, "It's a Tomoeda Nursery Tradition."

"Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" Chiharu cried gleefully, jumping up and down on Sakura's shoulder.

"Alright – only because I don't want to break any tradition," Sakura said smiling, "My first wish – is kind of corny."

"That's okay! Tell us anyways!" Tomoyo prodded, "We won't laugh."

"I wished that everyone would live happily ever after – "

Tomoyo poked Sakura in the cheek, "That's not corny! I would wish that!"

"Second Wish! Second Wish!"

"Alright alright, my second wish was that we'd stay friends forever – "

"Oh we will! Friends to the end!" Tomoyo cheered. Eriol nodded enthusiastically and picked up a champagne bottle.

"AHH! NOT NOW!" Tomoyo shrieked as Eriol popped the cork all over the three girls. Everyone screamed and ducked for cover. Surprisingly the spurt backfired and it left a very sticky and wet Eriol

Tomoyo laughed and pointed.

"Whoops." Eriol said blinking. A grin playing on his lips.

"Third wish Sakura! Third wish!" Chiharu shouted.

Sakura patted her apron, "I wished for a big greenhouse!"

"A big greenhouse? What would want to grow in a big greenhouse?" Tomoyo asked.

"Lavenders of course." Sakura stated as if it was obvious.

Tomoyo's eyes grew wide, "You still like lavenders?"

"Of course I still like – " Sakura cut herself off. like lavenders? What am I saying…

Eriol noticed the hesitation and helped Sakura out, "Of course she likes to open her presents now, isn't that right Sakura?"

"Right…" She said, her smile faltered, thinking what she was about to just say. Today was her twentieth birthday. Today was the day she had been waiting for twelve years. Not that she minded spending her birthday with all her friends but. She had waited for Syaoran Li all these years. And it felt strange to lose everything right before that.

Eriol pushed the only present on the table in to Sakura's arms, "From the one and only Hiirigizawa!" He exclaimed with a flourish.

Sakura smiled weakly. She could at least pretend to be happy, for her friends. She took off the lid and the bow neatly. Than removed all the extra padding.

It was a cell phone.

Sakura gasped, "Eriol! This is – this is too much." She cried in disbelief.

"Nah, don't say that – this way – if you ever need a ride on my bike – you can give me a call," Eriol teased.

"Thank you!" Sakura said meaning every word. Eriol turned red when Sakura gave him a friendly hug.

Tomoyo and Chiharu linked arms with Sakura. Sakura looked at them both, confused, "We have a gift too you know." Tomoyo said, "We're taking you out shopping! Uh HUH! Beat that Eriol!"

Eriol rubbed the back of his head, "Aw C'mon, you know us guys can't know the perfect gift for girls, cut me some slack." He said in a mocking hurt voice.

Tomoyo and Chiharu giggled.

"But we're only going shopping – you know – after we have some – CAKE!" Tomoyo cried, handing Sakura the knife, "Birthday girl honors!"

Chiharu leaned forward eyes wide, "I want the one with the strawberry."

Sakura felt herself smiling again. What more could she ask for on her birthday. Her caring friends all around her. She didn't need Syaoran. Really. She didn't.

"Hiroki – I can't go to some stupid social party tonight – I have some things I need to do in the evening – something important." Syoaran Li stated through gritted teeth. He was sitting in the couch on studio for a talk show with Jina. Hiroki patted him on the back like a little kid.

"The social party is important too – "

"I don't care about some stupid – "

"Everyone off the set! We air in two minutes!" A lady cried, sitting down in front of Syaoran and crossing her legs, "You ready Xiao Lang?"

" – look I'm not going!" Syaoran cried out as Hiroki hastily dashed off the set.

Jina looked at him, puzzled, "Hello? Are you ready or not?"

Syaoran glowered at her, "Yeah – whatever. Let's get this over with."

"Okay…" She muttered, wondering how more unrepentant a man on a talk show could be.

The cameraman signaled his hands wildly in "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! AND ACTION!"

Jina pulled on a very big smile as she faced the rolling camera. Syaoran tried to appear casual.

"Gooood morning viewers! You're watching Jina! And today we have a very special guest here with us – the none other than Xiao Lang! Give him a hand folks!" She breezed through her lines. The crowd of people watching the show live, clapped as the "applause" light went green.

"You go Xiao Lang!" A girl screamed.

Syaoran tried to look happy, but failed.

"Alright, Xiao, let's get started – " Jina said facing the singer with interest, "What made you begin your career as a model singer?"

"Well – I loved to sing when I was young – and I wrote music by myself," Syaoran than paused, thinking.

Jina however, ignored him, and moved on, "We all know that you're one of the youngest hit singers out there right now – how do you feel about all your adoring fans?"

Syaoran blinked at how quickly these questions were coming at him, "I enjoy having so many people like my music – but I really don't appreciate stalkers around my front door."

Syaoran had been serious but Jina burst out laughing as if it was a joke. The whole crowd followed in suit.

"You have quite the sense of humor," Jina said, as her laughing ceased, "Well, I'm sure most of our viewing audiences would like to hear you answer this question – do you or do you not have a romantic relationship with this girl Sakura Kinomoto?"

Syaoran froze. What the hell?! That had not been on the list of questions.

"It's okay if you want to keep it private – but could you tell us what sort of relationship you guys have with each other – I mean – with yesterdays' incident and all." Jina pressed, worried that Syaoran might not even reply the question.

"We're just classmates," He blurted out.

"Hey! It's Xiao Lang! He's on TV!" Chiharu cried, pointing at the many TVs with Xiao Lang's face on the screen through the glass window of the electronics store.

Sakura couldn't help but stop walking and to stare at the man with amber eyes. In a trance, as if forgetting all that had happened, and she had just met him.

"He's talking about you – Sakura." Tomoyo said, motioning for Sakura to come closer and listen.

"Anything…special? With this girl?" The talk show host was asking. Syaoran looked slightly uncomfortable, but than his eyes brightened suddenly.

Sakura recognized that look whenever Syaoran would get an idea.

Eriol frowned, this wasn't how shopping was suppose to go.

"Well – today's her birthday."

Jina's interest sparked, "Have anything planned to celebrate the special occasion?"

"Hey – can I just say something?" Syaoran asked butting in to Jina's question. Jina looked a little taken back but it would be bad if the two started arguing on air, so she simply nodded.

"I just wanted to remind her – about that promise I made a long time ago – and – if she's still interested about it," Syaoran said, his eyes flickered at the camera for a brief moment, capturing Sakura off guard.

"Hey…what's he talking about…what promise?" Tomoyo asked, looking at Sakura with big gray eyes.

He still wants to meet? Even after all that had happened?

"I've – I've got to go somewhere – I'll see you guys tomorrow at work!" Sakura suddenly cried, and started back where they had been walking.

"Sakura! Where are you going?"

"I – I've got something important to do!" She called back, and waved, "I'm sorry!"

She turned the corner, out of sight.

Tomoyo looked over at Eriol and shrugged, "What's up with her? We won't even be able to see her tomorrow…it's Saturday."

"Syaoran, that's what." Eriol replied blandly.

"That's was great Xiao! You did it just as I hoped you would – and you kept your cool after that Kinomoto question – fantastic!" Hiroki gleamed as the set closed down and Syaoran was allowed to finally leave.

Syaoran wasn't listening to a word his manager was babbling and gathered his coat quickly, "Sorry, I'm leaving."

"What?! WE have a social tonight!"

"You can go alone – Sorry, I have things to do." Syaoran said coldly, brushing past the man's shoulder and heading for the door.

"Wait! Xiao Lang! Syaoran!" Hiroki called desperately, "I can't go by myself!!!"

Too late, Syaoran was out the door.

Hiroki slumped in to the couch. Arrogant kids…

Than his eyes suddenly grew very wide.

"Wait…did he just – apologize?" Hiroki cried out loud to himself, "Did he just say Sorry twice?!"

Sakura swallowed hard as her elementary school came in view. It hadn't changed a bit since her childhood. A couple students dressed in uniform ran by her, laughing innocently.

She stepped carefully in to her old classroom. The room was empty. Apparently the students were out playing.

"Syaoran is in love with Saakura!" He shouted. The whiteboard had a heart, with Syaoran and Sakura's name inside. The class giggled madly.

Sakura felt herself turn red, "No! He doesn't!" She went forward and grabbed an eraser, "Take it off!!! Stop it!!"

"Syaoran is in love with Sakura! Syaoran is in love with Sakura!"

Sakura smiled as she remembered the drawing on the whiteboard. She felt it had just happened yesterday.

Syaoran passed by the nurse room, and couldn't help peering inside. There were two students there. A girl was busy putting a band-aid on a small boy's elbow.

Sakura sighed, and lifted the cotton ball in front Syaoran face, "This is going to hurt a little. You're going to have to bear the pain."

She was treating the many bruises and cuts on Syaoran. Just looking at it, she felt like crying again.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing." He said, wincing slightly when she applied the medicine.

"What are you crying for? You're not the one hurt." Syaoran commented, noticing Sakura tearing up, again.

After all this time, she still haunts my memory. Speaking of which.

Where is she?

Syaoran looked around, expecting to see the green-eyed girl. Than he peeked inside his old classroom. No one was inside.

Maybe I'm too early…or she forgot…or she just didn't want to come at all.

Than he spotted something on the board.

A heart.

Syaoran and Sakura was written inside. It looked strangely familiar.

"SYAORAN LOVES SAKURA!!!" The boy suddenly cried, pointing. Syaoran turned red, and marched in front of the boy who jeered tauntingly, "FIRST COMES LOVE!!! THAN COMES KISSSING!!! EWWW!!!" He cried.

Syaoran grabbed Sakura's hand and pulled her away from the crowd, "ERASE THAT!"

"NO! UNTIL YOU ADMIT THAT YOUR IN LOVE WITH SAKURA KINOMOTO!!!"

Syaoran shut his eyes and smiled. Right, those days. How could I forget. That was the first time I actually got in to a real fight with a guy. And it had been all over her.

But wait…if that heart's right there. And it's not just in my memory. Than that would mean…

She was here before…

"Nah. I don't want to play." Syaoran said, with a care-free look.

"You don't like playing?" Sakura sniffed, and wiped the tears with her sleeves.

"I just don't want to play right now." Syaoran commented, and looked at the flower in her hands, "That's a Lavender."

Sakura looked down at the purple flower, "This? How do you know?"

"My family owns a big greenhouse, a lavender is my favorite flower." Syaoran smiled, "Smell it."

"What?" Sakura said, looking skeptical at the flower.

"Just smell it. Go on." Syaoran gestured at it. Sakura unwillingly pressed the flower against her nose. Syaoran suddenly pushed the flower in to her face, causing Sakura to scream loudly.

"Syaoran Li!!!" She cried, and proceeded to chase him around playfully around the bush. Syaoran laughed loudly.

Sakura knelt sadly down in front of the same corner that she had sat, watching Syaoran play basketball. She could almost see them as little kids, casing each other around. There was still a lavender bush there. But now it had grown. Sakura touched the purple flowers softly. Wishing it had been 12 years ago…when Syaoran was still the same…

"Hey you…"

Sakura jumped to her feet, and turned her head to stare dead on in to an intense amber gaze. She froze.

"Sy- Syaoran?" She muttered. Their eyes locked.

The man ruffled the back of his hair and looked at her with a strange expression, "Funny – you're the only one who calls me by that name now."