YAY! Another chapter. I'm pretty proud of myself. Usually I'm so bad with these sort of things, although I guess I'm kind of late with this one (DARN YOU EXAMS!). Anyways, stray memories seems to have solved itself neh? Sakura's found Syaoran and they're together! BUT (dun dun dun dun...) more's to happen...READ ON... ¬.¬

Even then, I knew there was something he wasn't telling me, but I believed he had good reason. A huge part of me admired Syaoran for the person he was, and though he kept the secret from me until the very end, he never really had a choice.

I think that there was another reason for his sadness.

to be continued…

Stray Memories

Part V

We had been to my house, our old elementary school and the garden square. There was only one more place that I wanted to take Syaoran. It was a little field with a large hill that was difficult to climb.

"Hey! You want to bring me up here and you're slower then me?" Syaoran paused and waited for me to catch up to him. It was almost as if the steepness didn't affect him at all.

"I don't remember it being this steep…do hills grow?"

He cocked his head to one side. "It's a good thing we never played tag here. You'd never win!" he laughed to himself as I swiped at him, his long legs already carrying him to the top of the hill. "C'mon! Hurry up!"

"I'm coming!" I trudged up beside him, panting slightly from the effort.

"You're cute when you're tired like that." he stated calmly. "So what did you want me to see? Hills don't exactly float my boat. "

I had to wait a while until I was capable of speech. Pertly because I was tired, but mainly from the comment. "Nothing really. Wait until the sun starts to set. It's really pretty like a picture. And then after, all the downtown lights go on and it's really dark and even the stars start to come out. I wanted to show it to you. You showed it to me first when we were kids."

Syaoran gave a thoughtful smile. "I think I remember."

"You do? That's great! I'm happy. At first it seemed like I wouldn't be able to help you." I stopped and looked intently as Syaoran's pained face. "What's wrong?"

He sighed then. "Sakura, my father died two years ago." he looked at me intently. "I need to tell you something."

I froze and my smile disappeared.

He continued in his detached tone. "My family owns a large corporation in America. They have companies in many countries you know."

"T-that's why you live in such a big house?" My smile was unsure.

"Yeah. And after my father died, grandfather took over his position again. They told me they wanted me to finish high school before helping out with the corporation and then I would be home schooled for the things I would have learned in university."

"Syoaran, I don't understand." It was he who was ruining the mood.

"Sakura, my grandfather just recently got ill. He should have retired already, but as a child, I had been promised by my parents that I would be able to live a normal life until I was 18. So the media wouldn't bother me because I was the heir to the Li corporation. That's probably why everyone just knew me as Syaoran, because my parents hadn't wanted my last name to coincide with the corporation."

"But everyone knew you as Syaoran. Not Li." I was waiting for him to start laughing and say he was kidding.

He just shrugged. "I didn't want anyone to call me that. I started using Li. No one really suspected the name to have some connection with my family's corporation. My folks were paranoid."

"That's why you never wanted to show me where you lived? Syaoran, I never would have told anyone about your lifestyle if you told me."

"Sorry." he said curtly. "I should have said something."

I bit my lip. I was just managing to make him more guilty. I wanted to slap myself. "No, you're right. I probably would have said something to someone. You don't have to apologize."

He looked at me with determined intent. "At the end of this year, I have to help out at the corporation Sakura."

"T-this year?" I asked, shocked.

"No one's forcing me, but I feel like I have to go. It won't be permanent and we have a lot of companies here in Japan so I'll be flying in and out."

I didn't say anything. My heart felt funny.

"I won't be back for at least three years though. I don't think mother can handle it by herself. I wanted to let you know first."

"Oh? Is that how it is?" I looked at a small flower sprouting from the grass. "I understand." I hid my hands behind my back so he wouldn't see them shaking. "Three years isn't that long. What's three years compared to a lifetime?" I made a pathetic attempt to laugh.

"Sakura…"

"I never knew that about you. I'm happy you trust me enough to tell me this. I'd probably do the same thing in your position. And to think, when you return, you'll be all over the news. And it's long distance, but I could always phone you. And-"

"Sakura." I finally looked up at him and his stone eyes made me feel insignificant. "I had decided I was going to leave Japan before I realized who you were."

I couldn't say anything.

"When I had decided, nothing here was holding me back. I never made any close friends besides Eriol. And I knew I would have to leave everything behind if I did get attached to something. My parents told me when I was young that it was better not to grow fond of anything, but since your parents knew mine, I was introduced to you."

I nodded. His parents had probably wanted him to have at least one companion.

"I never thought there was someone looking for me. I wondered whether I had left anyone special behind when I was told I had lost my memory, but I was a child. I didn't think I could have seriously developed any sort of bond at such a young age."

"I understand. It's okay, you don't have to explain everything. You have to go and that's that."

Syaoran ran his hand through his hair. "If you want to cry, then cry. Stop looking so pitiful. It makes my head hurt."

I didn't. I pushed in my tears with everything I had. I couldn't cry. It would've meant that the whole day was a waste. I should've been happy to spend what time I had left with Syaoran.

After I found Syaoran, he was leaving again. It made me wonder why he went through the trouble of trying to remember our past.

"Who needs to cry?" I said weakly. "I'll be able to see Syaoran again. Crying would just make him feel guilty right?" I did my best to give a smile, but it probably came out lopsided.

"You-you're happy then?" he had that stern look in his eye as if warning me to answer correctly.

"Not happy. I'm just encouraging you." I pointed to the sky. "The sun's starting to go down." I took a few steps away from him.

"Fuck…" he whispered harshly. "I'm not apologizing Sakura, don't think you can guilt me into saying it."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Who's accusing you of being g-guilty?" It was difficult for me to control my voice. "It's just three years. I'll manage. Quit feeling bad."

He gave a scoff. "You're -too -clueless."

"W-what do you mean?" I wished the conversation was over. "Li-" I began angrily. "You never told me, it's not my fault for being clueless."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh? Then what are you talking about? This is hard enough without you having to make fun of me." I didn't look at him.

He approached me quietly. "Would you wait for me Sakura?"

My heart clenched when I lifted my head.

"You might not care as much as me, but I want to be with you. Three years is what I'm asking. I'll definitely come back then."

"Syaoran…what are you…" I wasn't sure of what he was asking.

He gave a wavering look of hesitance and moved extremely close to me. Then with a sudden force, his hand flew to my back, pulling me towards him. His mouth covered mine and my eyes widened in surprise. My heart felt warm as I felt the back of my eyes heat up. After a moment of brief shock, I did my best to return the gentle warmth he was giving me.

When he lifted his lips from mine, I was unable to hide my blush. And as he looked down at me with an unreadable expression, I ducked and buried my head in his thick knit sweater. I felt his lips brush the top of my head.

"You'll wait for me?"

I nodded feverishly against him.

"Good." he whispered, embracing me like he did that day on the street.

When he released me, I was unable to look at him directly in the face.

"The sun's starting to set. Didn't you want to see?"

I nodded, avoiding him and wobbling to the centre of the hill to sit down. I blinked when a light coat fell on my shoulders.

"You didn't bring a jacket. Wear that or you'll catch a cold again." he joined me on the grass and looked out to the scenery.

I peeked at him through the jacket. He was so calm even after what had happened. I blushed at the idea that he had been planning this from the day before. I had been scared to tell him how my feelings had changed towards him, but he had revealed his feelings first. I couldn't stop smiling.

Syaoran had turned into my Syaoran.

As a child, I had hardly ever seen Syaoran with his actual chestnut brown hair. But, his natural colour suited him. Just looking at him as he gazed at the sunset was too much. My whole body hummed with joy. And as we gazed out at the sky turning darker, I forgot about Syaoran having to leave.

I was surprised when Syaoran's head fell to my shoulder.

"Syaoran?" I turned and when I was just inches from his face, close enough that I could kiss him, I realized he was fast asleep.

The night was completely dark now and the sky was twinkling with city lights. I smiled at his sleeping face. He must not have had a good night's sleep yesterday.

I brushed the hair from his eyes. Leaning in, I asked "Hey Syaoran." He didn't move. So sighing, I lifted a finger to his forehead, feeling more confident with my words as he wouldn't have been able to answer. "That day on the street...is this what you wanted to tell me?" I smiled at his sleeping form. "Bet it was...But of all the times to tell me how you feel, you have to do it after you tell me you're leaving. Thanks a lot…" I stared at my finger on his skin. "How are we going to spend time together now?" I took away my finger and brushed my lips against his forehead.

I waited patiently for a time until I decided it was better for him to go home and sleep.

Syaoran yawned as we neared his house. He eyed me eerily. "I thought I left you at your house. Quit following me."

"It isn't very far, I'll walk home after."

He tossed me an irritated look and I thought he was actually blushing. "I'll be fine on my own. What am I? A little kid? Get lost and go home."

I nodded, but kept following anyways. "You know…this last week, you looked so happy. I thought you had found someone else."

"Someone e-else?" he pushed his hands into his pant pockets. "That's dumb." he said quickly. "I wouldn't just think my childhood friend was anyone."

I laughed and caught up with him.

Syaoran stopped walking and rolled his eyes. "Okay, we're about halfway to each of our houses. Uh, wait." he took my hand and dragged me in the opposite direction of his house. When he stopped abruptly, he nodded. "This is halfway. We go separate from here. Fair?"

My face twitched. "But, we're closer to my house." I wondered whether the few extra steps we took had been necessary. "Plus, I wanted to tell you-"

He must have thought I was making up another excuse and so, he cut me off. "It's dark, there's scary people out and about." he tossed me a withering look. "And you would fall for all of their tricks."

"I would not!"

"You're lucky I'm letting you walk home alone even from here. Now march." He crossed his arms in a superior way as if there was no room for argument.

I begrudgingly turned around. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Sleep well tonight Syaoran." I gave a short wave.

He smirked uncomfortably and didn't move until I was out of sight.

He wouldn't even let tell him how I really felt.

Three Weeks Later

I knocked hesitatingly against the door of the Li mansion. Earlier, Syaoran had phoned my house and ordered me to come over.

We would have seen each other anyways, but today was the day when Syaoran would leave me.

I suppose that gave me more of a reason to see him before the big departure. After that day when Syaoran had revealed his feelings to me, I had wanted to tell him how I felt about him. Any free time I had, I wanted to spend it with Syaoran. I wondered if he knew how much I liked him.

Whenever I thought about our relationship, I wanted to smile. Syaoran wanted me to wait for him. It wasn't entirely a huge concept as I knew I would never stop waiting for him, but the idea that he wanted me to wait for him was somewhat special.

At school, we still couldn't spend much time together as I was still in fear of the rumours, but even then, people began to see what was really going on. I didn't particularly like the attention. It was nice to be acknowledged, but I've always enjoyed my solitude and the close friends I had. However, Syaoran was determined for us to spend time together and more often than not, it was he who found me.

Summer break arrived too quickly and for it's first week, I went out of my way to avoid Syaoran. Of course he tried to contact me, but Touya was happy enough to tell him I wasn't home most of the time. The probability of his irritation at me when I would see him would be high, but I didn't want to face him.

I had been gathering my courage all week to form words to my feelings, in order to tell him how I felt before he left. It was almost impossible for me to speak coherently about it though. The thought of saying goodbye for three years was too much. The idea should have encouraged me to spend more time with Syaoran, instead of ignoring him for a week, but the more time I spent with him, the more difficult it was for me to tell him how I felt.

That day, however was the day Syaoran would leave. I had thought the disheartening leave was to be at the end of the summer break so we would have more time together, but yesterday, when I had decided to pick up the phone, Syaoran had yelled in my ear, telling me to come to his house early in the morning tomorrow, just as the sun was starting to rise.

And as I stood in front of the door, I knew it was now or never. It swung open immediately and Syaoran stood behind it, as if he had been standing there the whole time.

He gave me a dark glare. "Ignoring me for the whole week?" he asked in an icy voice. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" he asked again in that calm, controlled voice. "Does my leaving mean nothing to you?"

I wanted to take a step back, but I held my ground. "I didn't think you were leaving so soon. You never actually told me when it was you were leaving. I'm sorry."

"Do you know what day it is today?" he formed the question carefully.

"D-day?" I repeated. "It's the day you leave for America."

"Wrong." he stated, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the house. "So you weren't taking the whole week to plan something?" he looked me down, suspiciously.

"Plan what?" I felt like it was a waste of time to start one of our arguments when he would be leaving in the afternoon.

"You -are -so -clueless -it's -almost -sad."

I really had no idea of what he was trying to say to me. Instead, I felt his hand tighten on my wrist. "Syaoran?"

"It's my birthday! How can you not know that? Geeze, were we friends!" he gave a pouty look and crossed his arms. I felt suffocated by his anger.

His birthday…I didn't know it. I felt slightly ashamed then. It dawned on me that I had never spent his birthday with him before. It had never even been brought up. I looked up at Syaoran's pouty face. He had told me his birthday for the first time.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Your birthday…" I whispered.

"Damn straight it is. Don't tell me it's all coming back. I thought I was the one with brain problems."

I shook my head and flung my arms around his neck. He stumbled in surprise and fell to the carpet floor, pulling me down with him. "Happy birthday Syaoran." Lifting my head I gave him a smile, wondering in the back of my head, whether or not the redness that was on his face a second ago counted for a blush. "You've never told me your birthday was the thirteenth of July."

"I-I didn't?" he asked, any indication that he was angry, now gone. He looked flustered.

I tapped my chin. "I'm learning more about Syaoran everyday. I'm happy." I blinked as I looked back down at Syaoran. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must be heavy!"

As I pushed myself off him, Syaoran seemed to have something else in mind, and he pulled me under him, reversing the order we were just in.

"Fine. I'll let you go easy this time." he said with a sly look. It must have occurred to him that our position was an advantage for him. "Since you didn't know it was my birthday, you can give me my present here. Then I might forgive you."

My face turned completely red. "Present, h-here?" I asked, disoriented. "W-what kind of…present?"

His face came closer to mine. "I want a kiss."

My heart rate immediately went back down again. "Oh, is that all?" I laughed uneasily underneath him.

His eyebrow went up and he looked down at me curiously. "What were you thinking?" when I didn't answer, he was silent.

I couldn't hold in a blush. His eyes were intense and serious. I didn't like how he was looking at me.

Finally, he smiled wolfishly. "Okay, we can do that too!" his voice was eager like a child's and he wrapped his arms around my entire being, nuzzling his face between my neck and shoulder.

"Do what!" I couldn't move. "You said you only wanted a kiss!" I tried wriggling away.

He raised his head and loosened his grip on me. "You want to kiss me?" he grinned. "Yeah sure." he dipped his head down.

My eyes widened in alarm as I shook my head, scared to how far he could take even a simple kiss. "Wait!" I fended him off with waving motion.

He winced as he pulled his head back from getting hit and glared at me. My eyes were clamped shut. Sighing, he sat up on the ground. "So stingy." he said in an irritated voice. "First you avoid me, and now you jump onto me, knocking me to the ground, only to tell me that you never knew it was my birthday. Well you sure know how to ruin one."

I opened my eyes, surprised to see Syaoran give up so easily. "Sorry." I sat up to look at Syaoran. "I really didn't know though. And I really am sorry for knocking you to the ground. Are you hurt?"

He scoffed and leaned back on his arms. "Next time you lunge at me like that, I'm getting my kiss."

I frowned. "But it was you who wanted the kiss. Not me…Plus," I fidgeted with my fingers. "I was scared about what you would do after the kiss."

"After the kiss?" Syaoran looked at me as if I was stupid. It was a while before he saw why I was fidgeting so much. "Ohhh-" he smirked. "You actually thought I was going to start…" his voice trailed and his voice was less than amused when he spoke again. "You think I'm just a horny hound dog don't you?"

" I do not!" I blushed, changing the subject. "Why did you call me here so early? Are we going to celebrate your birthday?"

"It's my eighteenth birthday you know." he tilted his head towards me. "Technically it's not really time to celebrate yet since I was born later in the day, but soon I'm going to be dating a minor." he cackled evilly, with a mischievous look in his eye. "If we want to do anything we still have some time before it turns illegal you know."

"D-do what?" I asked in fear.

"Oh don't give me 'do what?' You obviously know what now. I'm leaving soon, all the more reason to isn't there?"

I shook my head, completely understanding what he was suggesting. I was about to protest, when I realized I could have some fun with this myself. Swallowing my fear, I lifted my head to look at Syaoran as seductively as I could. "Hmm. A kiss from Syaoran can make me forget about everything else." I approached him slowly and he seemed hesitant.

"Sakura…"

"Hmm?" I smiled, surprised by my own boldness. I just wanted to see how far I could go with this.

I was barely a foot away. And out of nowhere, Syaoran's arms wrapped themselves around me. My face crashed against his chest.

"You can have your way with me anytime baby!"

I blushed, fighting to breath. "Hey… stop joking around."

He released me and laughed. "What about you? The Sakura I know would never be that outgoing with a guy. You shouldn't do that again. It's too tempting." he grinned.

I was reminded by the hound dog comment he made earlier and as I opened my mouth to say he was exactly that, I realized we had been out in the open all this time, in the main room. Attendants were passing us, blushing.

I glanced at Syaoran, who appeared as if he could have cared less.

"I want…" I began.

Syaoran's eyes widened in surprise. "Yeah, what?" he seemed expectant.

"you to move away!" I pushed Syaoran's hands off my shoulders. "It's your birthday! You're 18, 18! It's illegal!" I inched away from his wolfish grin.

He recovered quickly, rubbing his shoulders. "Fine, you're right. It'll be better to wait three years."

I didn't think I could get any redder.

He laughed. "You look like a tomato. Don't worry, we still have lots of time. You said you'd wait remember?" he smiled that warm smile.

"Y-yeah." I answered feeling warm, as I always did when viewing his smile.

"Anyways, my family's throwing this big party here tonight just before I leave. I told them I wanted it here. It's going to be a little early because my flight leaves a little after noon, but that's why we have to get a head start."

"Head start?"

"Yep, we're going shopping. You want to look presentable at my party don't you?"

"I do!" I said earnestly.

He laughed and rose from the floor in one swift motion. "Good. I want you to be here for the party. Mother says she's excited to see you again."

As Syaoran helped me up to my feet, I wondered in what tone his mother had said that in. She had good reason to think her son would never see me again. Had Syaoran told her about me? And like before, would she want what was best for her son? I thought she might've separated us again.

I sat uncomfortably in a soft chaise as Syaoran nodded to the lady helping us, picking out the clothes I seemed incapable of choosing myself. They were beautiful. All of them. It excited me at the thought of trying them on, but I didn't like the idea of Syaoran paying for them, especially when I was entirely sure he would. I had thought we would be mainly shopping for him, but it had turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Hey Sakura, what about this? It's pink, reminds me of you." he indicated to a soft pink wool gown.

"You always say pink things remind you of me. I'm not pink you know!"

He frowned. "No, but you're kind of red right now."

His comment didn't help my disposition as I opened my mouth to retort back. But, I couldn't get in a word before I was ushered into the changing room. I didn't know where to start. So many outfits that didn't quite suit me. I stared at each neatly hanging from the hooks of the room.

"Did you need any help miss?"

"I'm just having some trouble zipping up something, it's alright, I'm fine." I lied. I hadn't even begun to put anything on.

"Well I could always come in and help you miss."

"No! No, it's alright. I'm starting to get it." I lied again. "The first skirt is tight, perhaps you could get me another?" I stalled.

"Of course, I'll be back in a moment's time."

I gave out a breath of relief. I wondered whether I could've made an escape from the room. I opened the door slightly, allowing just a sliver of space so I could make sure the coast was clear. I came however, face to face with an un-amused Syaoran, bending down to match my height.

"Something wrong?" he asked innocently.

I slammed the door back without thinking. "Hey, you can't just stand out there like that. What if I came out?"

"That's exactly why I'm standing here." he called calmly from behind the door. "You know, I could always come in there and help with that zipper you seem to be having so much trouble with." his voice dripped with disbelief. "I chose those clothes. You think I don't know your size by now?"

I heard a soft thump against the door, and I imagined Syaoran leaning his weight against it.

"Let's go back to my house and then we'll come back okay?"

"Hmm…and why would I want to do that pray tell?"

"Well, I don't have any money to pay for the clothes and-"

"Who told you you were the one who was going to pay for it?"

"But you already bought me that uniform, you wouldn't let me pay you back."

"So? Let me pay for this too. Geeze, what's the big deal?"

"I don't want to use your money for things like this. I didn't know we were going to go shopping. If I could just go home and get my money-"

"No!"

I flinched.

"Pick out something and I'll pay for it. I won't see you for three years and you won't let me buy something as small as an outfit for you?"

I remained quiet for a moment's time. "But, I want to buy something for Syaoran too."

The uncomfortable silence was broken when he made another uncomfortable sound. "Damn…you always-" he stopped what he was going to say. "Pick out something and I'll pay for it. Then you can pay me back later okay?" As if he could've read my mind he added, "I'll even get you the receipt so you won't think I'm lying."

I hesitated, not knowing if I could believe him. Finally I relented. "Okay. Deal."

Slowly, I began trying out the clothes.

I was slightly disappointed after shopping together that I was unable to spend more leisurely time with Syaoran. Someone had phoned him and he had left, telling me he had something urgent to attend to. I took the time to run home and drop off my outfit before heading back out the door to buy Syaoran's gift.

What would Syaoran like? The question unnerved me. What could I possibly buy that he wouldn't have? It was only after searching for almost an hour, I realized that it was hopeless. I wanted to give him something that would mean something to him, perhaps a token for him to remember me by. Three years was a long time.

It was then that I realized I had everything already in my possession to give him what I wanted.

When I had finished wrapping my gift, I was ready to see Syaoran off. This party was a celebration and even though I was happy at the idea of spending his birthday with him (as this was the first one of his I've ever attended) my heart felt like crying.

That's why with my gift, I wanted to tell him how I felt before he left.

I was arriving just as the others were arriving. I didn't recognize anybody, but I no longer felt odd for wearing the soft wavy pink dress I wore. Neither were my curls entirely out of place with the visitors entering the grand mansion. I had remembered that Syaoran had said without my glasses I looked more familiar, so I had worn my contacts today. I felt oddly unprotected.

The women wore gowns and dresses and the men were adorned with suits. If it had been later in the evening, when the sun had begun to set, the whole scene could have been from a movie.

I held my present by the small, blue gift bag I had placed it in and followed the crowd into the main foyer. Inside it was bright, but less decorated then I would have expected. I looked around for a familiar face, but I was the only one that seemed lost. Everyone else was having conversations as if they had known each other for years.

Soon, each individual began heading for the back of the house. I followed, surprised by the right turn we all took at the end of the hallway. I hadn't gone through this particular door the last time I had been looking around. Through it, there was a beautiful area with skylights and a large bar counter to the right. Many round oak tables filled the room, each decorated neatly with exotic flowers. The table clothes were all pale reds and peaches. Further to the left, there was a grand piano on a hefty stage, a few inches from ground level. The rest of the floor was a huge open space for dancing.

I had to hold my breath as someone opened the glass patio doors out to the healthy courtyard, drizzled in the sun's dew. A long wooden table covered with blue cloth, was placed against the end of the courtyard, holding a wide variety of hors d'oeuvre and other foods.

What I wanted to view however, was the garden. Syaoran had always loved gardens and being alone. I wondered if that courtyard's particular garden was his. A garden cultivated by Syaoran's own hands.

"Excuse me miss." a gloved hand touched my arm.

Startled, I looked up to see a young man in uniform.

"I'm sorry, but I am under strict orders to permit only those invited to the master's party in. What is your name?"

"Kinomoto, Sakura." I answered, hoping he would take out a large clipboard and check off my name at that moment.

"I'm sorry, I have no one like that on my list. I'm afraid I will have to escort you out." he pushed lightly on the small of my back.

"But, I'm sure I was invited. Please, perhaps you could check the list again?"

"I am sure you are not on the list miss."

The next thing I knew, I was forced outside the front steps and the door thudded behind me. It didn't make sense to me. Syaoran had wanted me at his party, hadn't he? Why hadn't he added me to the invite list? I remember feeling slightly hurt at that moment, but my anger overcame that feeling as I headed back in the direction of my house. I wrapped my light jacket tighter against me, so I didn't stick out like a sore thumb while walking in my dress.

I continued to mutter angrily at myself. Though Syaoran may have wanted me at his party, a person like me would hardly have been suited for a celebration as prominent as Syaoran's 18'th birthday. I was too simple to be with all those other people. I understood that.

But even accepting the truth, I was a few blocks away from my house when I bumped against a solid mass in front of me. I stumbled back and my hand flew to my nose, which had taken most of the impact. I looked up. "Sorry! I wasn't looking-" my eyes widened. "Syaoran!" I took another look at him, in case my eyes were seeing illusions.

Syaoran.

to be continued...
Heh, this doesn't count as a cliffhanger does it? I wonder where Syaoran was...what am I talking about? I know where he was! MUAHAHAHA! So thank you for the reviews and...is Syaoran's b-day on the 13'th of July? Yell at me if it isn't, s'okay. And I'll be back soon! Bye bye. (This short story's getting long...)

-silent wanderer