A/N: Hey new guy here so this is first fanfic. I'm only writing a prologue of the story

so if it turns out bad I won't be continuing for no reason. So anyway, on with the

show. Ok Prologue happens soon after last CCS episode, I think. The story

itself is later on their life. (dunno exactly, since I don't know if I will continue)

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. Never have, never will. The lucky people of CLAMP own it.

Prologue: Light's Lost Love

"Why…why did he have to leave? I just wish…"

An auburn haired girl her deep, sorrowful emerald eyes flowing with tears, Sakura Kinomoto, slowly walked home from the airport. She walked within a park, through rows of wilting trees, the leaves scattering wildly in the fresh wind. The moon shone brightly, beaming down on the path she walked, while the stars twinkled marvellously. Her head hung mournfully as she stumbled along a path, her sigh impaired by her tears. Syaoran Li, her deeply loved friend, had left her.

"I only hope I can see him again…"

She did not know how long she walked, nor how far but she didn't care. She only thought of him, now probably hundreds of miles away from her .Yet she still held onto his loving memory. A small owl flew from a tree and hooted feebly as it soared overhead.

"As long as we think of each other…we won't forget. Right?"

She sat down on a bench and slowly looked up. She saw a large, wonderful cherry blossom tree wilting along with all the other trees. As she saw radiant pink fluttering around, she thought of how beautiful it looked.

"The blossoms of the cherry tree already fall like snow. What more can the wind ask of them?" For the first time that night, she smiled.

Syaoran had just arrived at the Hong Kong airport. Collecting his luggage, he walked outside, waiting a friend of his to pick him up. For a few minutes he stood near the road, watching and waiting. His chestnut bangs flew messily in his face as the wind swept past his face. His thoughts then drifted back to Sakura. He felt extremely guilty for leaving here like that, but he had no choice. He swore he would return for her.

"What's taking them so long? They're trying my patience…"

A nearby payphone began to ring but Syaoran ignored its annoying tone. But still it continued to ring. Nobody else was there, and his curiosity had got the better of him. He walked to the phone and picked up the phone from its receiver.

"H…Hello?"

"Syaoran Li?" replied a deep, grating voice.

"What do you want?" Though he felt wary, he replied fiercely. How did this person know him?

"I wish to meet you. But this phone is unsafe so I can't explain now, we could be heard. There's a bench about 200ft to the left of you. Go to it and sit there…now!"

"How do…?"

"Do it!" he replied in an agitated tone.

There was a click and the phone died. Syaoran placed the phone back onto the receiver and made his way to the bench in a slow, steady gait. He desperately looked around for anyone who was watching him. Still nobody. Again he quickly glanced around before sitting down. Unexpectedly there came a ring from underneath the bench. Syaoran peered under it and saw a small brown envelope, sealed. Picking it up and opening it, he grasped a small, silvery mobile phone inside. He flipped it open and held it closely to his ear. The same voice as before answered.

"Good. Now, go back inside the airport and turn up the stairs to your right. Continue along the hallway until you come to a fire exit on your left. Go!"

Syaoran obeyed, but reluctantly. It seemed like a trap, but a feeling inside thought it held promise, somehow. He made his way back through the airport and up the stairs, brushing past the people walking down. He reached the top and walked along the hallway. Syaoran spoke into the mobile again.

"So who the hell are you and how do you know me. And-"

"This is not the place, nor the time for talking. Now shut up and do as you are told like a good little boy!"

Syaoran saw a small sign with "Fire Exit" above him. As he opened the door, the voice spoke to him again. But the voice sounded triumphant.

"Now we are in a safe place, I have one thing left to say before we meet. Don't struggle."

"What-"

Suddenly, a tall shadow strode from a dark corner and kicked the back of Syaoran's knees. Syaoran, surprised by the sneak attack, instantly fell kneeling on the polished marble floor. Through his teary eyes, he saw the figure drew out a gun and held it point blank to his head.

"Sweet dreams, Syaoran Li…"

The gun was then thrust towards Syaoran's leg and shot with a silenced noise. Syaoran looked down and saw a small dart jammed in his upper leg and caught a glimpse of some blue liquid before it was injected into him. He instantly struggled to stay awake, but his eyes refused to hold. He slowly fell to darkness.

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A/N: Well that's it. Please please pleaseeee R&R. I want to get feedback and continue if I see it fit.