Chapter Two
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Syaoran stared at the sky. True, he was drenched right to the skin, but he couldn't care. Life was just so unfair to him. Why did Sakura have to not remember him? He had been waiting for so long, hoping that the feather they gained was one that had himself in it each time he got one back. Now that the final feather was in Sakura's possession, Syaoran had no more hope of Sakura loving him. He had a slight idea that she loved him before she lost her memories, but who was he to tell her that?
A tap on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. "Nani?" he muttered, not bothering to find out who it was.
"Syaoran-kun…" It was Sakura. In her hand was a big umbrella. "Come on, Syaoran-kun, you'll catch a cold out here," she chided him and shielded him from the rain with her umbrella.
"Leave me alone," Syaoran grunted.
Sakura's eyes filled with tears. "Syaoran-kun… what did I do? Why are you mad at me?"
Not bearing to see Sakura cry, Syaoran got up from the wet and muddy ground. He ran into the house alone, leaving an upset and confused Sakura alone in the rain.
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"So, Syaoran, struck out, eh?" Kurogane entered Syaoran's room.
Syaoran sighed. "No."
"You're upset about something."
"Sakura…" Syaoran whispered sadly and shook his head, not willing to let Kurogane see him cry.
Kurogane heard him. "Her memories of you were your sacrifice, and well, Sakura's safe and happy now, that's what you wanted, right?"
Syaoran nodded his head, but deep down, he knew that it wasn't true. Sakura had to remember him somehow…
"Face up to it, kid," Kurogane got up. "What's done can't be undone."
As Syaoran watched Kurogane walk out of his room, he muttered to himself, "Yeah, but there might be a solution… and maybe a person I know can help me…"
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"Good morning, Syaoran-kun!" Sakura poked her head in through the door and said brightly. "Breakfast is ready!"
"Uh-huh." Syaoran mumbled drowsily and stumbled down the bed. Gosh. He just couldn't believe that he had been so mean to Sakura the night before. It seemed like a sin to even frown at the little angel.
"Oh… Sakura-chan?" he called just as she was about to go.
"Yeah?"
"Do you blame me for being so mean to you last night?"
Sakura paused. "No," she smiled and dodged out.
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"Listen, guys," Syaoran said nervously, not knowing how to phrase his words. "I know… this may seem weird but… well… don't we have to go back to the Portal Enchantress… to… uh… give Mokona back to her?"
"I can go back by myself, don't worry Syaoran!" Mokona squeaked.
"Uhm… Err… I wanted to… eh… talk to the Portal Enchantress about… something."
"What?" Fye piped up.
"Uh. A… secret?"
Kurogane eyed him suspiciously. "Is it about what we were talking about last night?"
"What did you talk about last night?" Sakura asked.
"Nothing." Syaoran quickly cut in before Kurogane could say anything. Kurogane raised his eyebrows.
"So… is it okay if we go to the Portal Enchantress… today?" Syaoran asked Mokona hopefully.
"I guess sooo, if everyone's okay with it," Mokona replied. "Is Kuro-wanwan okay?" he hopped over to Kurogane and perched on his shoulder.
"Fluff ball, gerroff me!" Kurogane shoved Mokona off him and Mokona landed in a bowl of soft boiled eggs. "Eww!" Mokona squealed.
"Serves you right," Kurogane frowned at him and continued, "I think we should go."
"Okay," Sakura and Fye replied in unison, totally unaware of what was happening.
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"Ya'll ready?" Mokona asked the four. "Yeah," Syaoran replied, his heart pounding with excitement. Maybe, just maybe, Sakura could remember him again!
He was soon swallowed up by the tornado that always sucked them up to get to a new destination. Even though he had been transported this way many times, he still felt dizzy and nauseas while being moved from one dimension to another…
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Syaoran landed with a soft 'thump' on the marble floor of the Portal Enchantress' mansion.
"Good day, my travelers," a soft voice seemingly floated above him and he looked up. There standing was the Portal Enchantress, looking resplendent and as mesmerizing as ever. "It seems to me that you have collected all of Sakura's feathers. So why are you back here? Don't tell me you want to claim back the gifts you surrendered to me?" she asked, looking pointedly at Syaoran. "Why don't you all sit," she gestured at some intricately carved antique chairs, "here, while Syaoran and I have a little… talk."
Kurogane stared at Syaoran. Syaoran avoided his gaze and followed the Portal Enchantress into a room. Why am I doing this? I knew I couldn't get Sakura's memories of me back, so now… why am I asking the Portal Enchantress? I'm just plain stupid. Syaoran put his foot out to kick something, then suddenly withdrew it, realizing that there was nothing- not even a speck of dust- to be kicked in the impossibly clean room.
"Life can be so frustrating sometimes can't it?" the Portal Enchantress interrupted his thoughts.
"Yeah," Syaoran sighed.
"But sometimes there are solutions to life's problems," the Portal Enchantress took out a stone. "Go on, kick it as hard as you can. You'll feel better."
Syaoran looked about and inspected the wonderful architecture around him. "I'd better not."
The Portal Enchantress smiled slyly. "Are you sure?"
Syaoran frowned. "What are you hinting at?"
The Portal Enchantress let out a long laugh. "Don't you think there might be a solution to your problem? Something that will allow Sakura to remember you?"
"Is there?" Syaoran asked hopefully.
"Of course there is. There is a final feather out there, just waiting to be claimed."
"I'll do whatever I can to get it." Syaoran stood up confidently.
"Oh, really?" the Portal Enchantress seemed rather amused.
"Yes."
"Well," she smiled. "I suppose you really want to get it, and I might just tell you of its whereabouts."
"Great! Where is it?" Syaoran asked eagerly.
"First you must know that once this feather is removed, whatever was holding it will disintegrate slowly over a few months. Why don't you consider this?"
"Where is it?" Syaoran repeated.
"In Mokona."
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Nani means what, by the way.
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The End of chappy 2!
