A/N: Hey some of you guys need to read a bit harder, you're missing my point here. OK let me break it down. Syaoran Wolf. Wolf does not remember anything before or during the torturing, so he thinks he isn't Syaoran (a little too much I wanted to give but just to straighten it out)

Now that's sorted …

"…" – Speech

'…' - Thoughts

(Ruler line) - Change of view/time/place etc.

Disclaimer: Must I say it…we all know

Chapter 5:

Sakura was walking home along with Tomoyo, having told her everything about Wolf. She was clearly worried. "Look Sakura, I know why you think it's Syaoran but it isn't. Just think. If it is Syaoran, then why would he be lying for so long?"

Sakura thought for a moment. "Well…Maybe he forgot?"

Tomoyo shook her head slowly at Sakura, not convinced by her reply. "I don't think he would. Sakura just drop it ok? We got that party tonight, so that'll cheer you up!"

"Sure…ok then."

But she did not forget. Or rather she could not forget. Syaoran had meant so much to her long ago, and she could not easily abandon hope it was really him. 'No matter what people say I know it's him, it has to be.' she thought. Her hand passed over her thick hair, sticking it down slightly.


Wolf knew it was against what he was taught to give Sakura that number. But something inside had overpowered him and almost forced him to do it, against his will.

Continuing along the street, he was walking with somewhat of a strut. Passing the rows of houses, he stopped in front of one. The front of this house was no different from the others, each with lovely gardens with bed upon bed of colourful flowers, but it seemed familiar somehow. 'Maybe it's the fact I've walked down this street several times before…' he thought, continuing along the tarmac path.

'Or maybe it's the fact that it used to be MY house.'

Wolf spun around and looked up and down the street. Nobody was there, and Wolf could not sense anybody hiding. "Who's there? Show yourself!" he shouted. The disembodied voice replied.

'Think about it. If you can't see me…'

Wolf couldn't believe it. If he could not see who was talking and the voice had heard what he thought then it only meant… 'You're in my head!' Wolf thought.

'Took you long enough…' the voice replied weakly. It only occupied a small part of Wolf's mind, but Wolf could hear it clearly nonetheless.

'Well I don't know who you are or how you got in there but it's my head. Now get out.'

'Actually, it's my head you're talking about and you should be the one to get out.'

'What the hell are you talking about? Get outta MY HEAD…'

The last part escaped through Wolf's mouth accidentally. He clasped his hand over his mouth and looked around. The voice in his head was silenced. No matter how he tried, Wolf could not get the voice to reply. Abandoning the idea, he began to rush home.


"Ah Wolf, so glad you could come. I like a punctual man."

"Good evening, Master." Wolf replied, bowing to a bulky man standing at the top of a grand staircase, beginning to walk down. This man lived in a large mansion, almost as a small castle on its own, hidden away in a large deserted valley.

"Please Wolf, no need for formalities. I was your master, but you passed my rigorous tests and proved yourself. Speak as you normally would."

"I can't do that Master. There is still much I can learn from your guidance."

The Master chuckled and put an arm around Wolf's shoulder. "Dear boy, you flatter me. But talking can wait. I must change clothes for this evening. My servant shall show you to the lounge."

He clapped twice, shortly followed by quick tapping steps. Emerging from behind a set of extravagantly crafted double doors, a stumpy and slightly disfigured man clad in a grotty tuxedo rushed to the Master and bowed lowly. "What is your bidding?"

"Take Wolf to the lounge. Whatever he requests you obey, within reason of course. Understood?" Master then turned to Wolf and smiled graciously. "Make yourself at home but do not expect me for a little while. I am quite terrible at choosing suitable dining outfits." He chuckled again before disappearing up the stairs.

The servant lead Wolf past many doors and through a few hallways, each decorated with tapestries, paintings, exotic flowers and the like. Finally, they reached a set of double doors which lead to a luxuriously decorated room. The servant bowed again to Wolf before speaking. "Is there anything you require Sir?"

Wolf thought for a moment before deciding.

"Could you get me a telephone? With a number directory?"

"Of course Sir." The servant disappeared for a minute or so before emerging again through the double doors and handing him a phone and a book. "Beg your pardon Sir, but may I enquire to ask who you wish to phone?"

"I…um…"

'I eagerly await your response.' It was that voice in Wolf's head from earlier on.

'God, not you again? Can't you leave me alone? Go haunt someone else.'

'I can't go away, you know. This is my body and I can't go anywhere until I am back in it with full control.'

'Look can you bother me later then? Right now I've got something to do.'

'Oh, I suppose you're phoning her now then, to see if she's ok?'

'How do you know… ?'

'Well I am inside your head idiot. Besides, I know her.'

"Um…Sir?" The servant was watching Wolf awkwardly. To him, it looked as though Wolf was in a trance.

"Sorry. I'm phoning a sick friend of mine. I promised her…I mean, him that I would phone."

The servant eyed Wolf suspiciously, but nodded his head before leaving. Flicking through the pages of the directory, he came to the number he wanted.


"Sakura! Sakura! Get your butt down here. Phone for you!" Touya shouted up the stairs of the Kinomoto residence.

"Be quiet Touya! I'm coming just gimme a sec'!" Sakura hastily tied a towel over her hair and rushed downstairs, clumsily picking up the phone.

"Sakura here. Who's this? …Oh hey Wolf. What you calling me for? … Hehe. That's nice of you. Well I'm getting ready for a small party at Tomoyo's and I can't wait for it. … Of course I'll be fine. What you think I'll get drunk and r- … Sorry. Got carried away. … So what about you? Where are ya and how ya doing? … You can't tell me? Why? … Ok then …Well bye then."

'Well that was thoughtful…but pointless I guess. " She thought, putting the phone back on the receiver.

(A/N : That paragraph was pointless I know, but I needed a bit of a filler)


Wolf pressed the button on the phone and set it to rest on a nearby table.

'Well you sounded a complete idiot didn't you?'

'Ok first off. I wanna know your name. Next, how you got in there. And how you claim that this is your body.'

'Very well…but I can't remember some of my story. It all seems a blur to me. But what I am about to tell you, you cannot utter a word. Especially not to Sakura.'

'Sakura? Why her?'

'Just listen to my story…'


A/N: Well there we go. Another week, another chapter. I think this is starting to get slightly worse every week to me, but the positive reviews keep me writing. Thanks so much for them all! But to let ya know, I never plan. I just write what comes into my head as long as it fits with the story. R&R before you go!