Heh, a little TOO tardy with this one. I'm sorry everyone! I just haven't had the time. But I got this one out as soon as I could. Sorry! Please enjoy. I added a little bit of the next chapter in this one, just because I felt like it did the story more good to put it together with this chapter. Or maybe I'm just crazy...hahah anywho, thanks for the reviews and if you're still a little confused, I'll explain everything soon! Thanks!

Oh yeah, you guys don't think Syaoran's psycho do ya? I don't want to make it look like he has a crazy temper...he's justsupposed to just be impulsive...

Oh. Was that all? Inside myself, I suspected that Syaoran was putting distance between us so the good bye wouldn't be so hard on me. He wasn't the person to want the distance for himself.
Part VIII

The sun was beginning to set as Syaoran came to my door. Earlier, the nurses had told me I was fit to go back home, but it was better if I didn't try to speak so soon. I was given a new set of clothing I didn't recognize and my dress and old shoes were given to me in a blue paper bag with corded handles. I suspected that Syaoran had bought the clothes himself and had told one of the nurses to give them to me.

When I saw Syaoran, I gave him a warm smile. His head was still bandaged and another small white bandage dressed the right side of his jaw. He looked somwhat irritated as if he wanted to tear them off.

The airport wasn't very far and I convinced Syaoran that I was healthy enough to walk. He reluctantly believed me, but kept an sharp eye on me the whole way there. After a while, my curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask about the day before.

"Syaoran?"

"What?"

"How did you know?"

"I saw through the television set. Stop talking moron."

"No." I whispered. "H-how did you know where I was?"

"I guessed."

"I don't believe you."

He sighed and I thought he answered truthfully so I would stop straining my voice. "I had someone follow you after I left to make sure you got home okay. You were just at my party and I thought some news journalists might have noticed you. He told me where you were."

"You had m-me followed?" I couldn't tell if he was being particularly hostile because we were about to part or because he was building up the nerve to say good bye.

He glanced down at me with a superior air. "You should be glad I did. Normal people would be thankful. Geeze."

But even as I was suspicious to what Syaoran was planning to do with our relationship, he had not of yet said anything to me about ending our friendship, so I didn't say anything back.

I had to hide my smile as we walked. Halfway there Syaoran's hand brushed past mine and clutched it gently. I didn't know why such a small act managed to make me happy, but it did. I'd always admired other couples unconscious affections towards each other.

"The police…" he started suddenly. "they haven't caught that guy yet. He might hurt you again."

"I know." I answered.

"Don't look like that." he said coldly. "You make it sound like you're giving up. What's your problem? You better start being more careful from now on. I won't be here to protect you and if you get hurt…" his face grew serious. "Maybe it would be better if I stayed here. Mother can-"

He was still talking about staying back with me.

"No." I smiled into Syaoran's face. "I'd feel guilty if you stayed here with me just because you're worried. I'll be careful and I'll be here when you come back. Don't worry about me." I continued to give reassuring smile. "You can trust me."

He stared at me. "You're not very persuasive you know." a sceptical look danced on his features.

"I don't have to be." I answered. "Y-you should be able to go and know that I'll be here when you come back. I promised d-didn't I?"

He changed the direction of the conversation. "You know who that person was who attacked you. Don't you?"

I was surprised by his accusation, but I had a hard time lying to him. "Yes." I whispered simply. "I don't want to say who it was though, so don't bother asking. When you leave…I-I'm planning to speak to him later."

"What?" Syaoran blew up at this point. "Are you stupid! That's it, I'm staying here with you. Damn, I leave you here, you'll end up killing yourself before the three years are up."

"I don't think he'll hurt me this time."

"The hell he won't. What's wrong with you? Do you actually think it's safe to go and see him now? Bastard…He admitted to ploughing me down. I'm going to wring his neck."

I looked up at Syaoran. "I don't want to tell you who he is."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "The hell you don't. I'll kill him for what he did."

"That's why you can't come."

He eyed me with bottled anger. "And you're okay with him running your boyfriend over like that?"

My breath caught for a time. This was the first time Syaoran had referred himself as my boyfriend, never mind anyone else. I had to look away to hide my blush. "It's not like that." I mumbled. I pulled on his hand, but he didn't release mine. "I-if you really want to come, you'll miss your flight again."

"I'll catch the later one." he answered immediately.

"But, it's such a waste of money! What a waste Syaoran!" I couldn't imagine having so much money to spare.

He didn't budge.

I continued to look anywhere but him. "Fine." I frowned, thinking it would have been better if I hadn't told him at all. "You h-have to promise you won't k-kill him."

He didn't answer.

"Well?" I shook his hand.

"Fine, whatever, let's just go already. I don't know what the hell your problem is. After what he did to you, I'd want to do anything but protect him."

I kept quiet as we changed directions.

"You should really stop blushing like that." he said softly from behind me.

I jumped at the sound. "Blush?"

"Yeah. It makes me want to pull you over and kiss you."

At the door of the house, Syaoran stepped in front of me. "Let me go first."

"Syaoran, you promised."

"So? I know what I said. I swear if he makes one wrong move…"

I sighed as I pushed the doorbell. He pushed back in front of me and I hit him with my elbow to push him back. It went back and forth like this until a pretty girl with blue hair opened it. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the two of us. She stared at Syaoran's bandaged wounds.

Syaoran himself didn't seem to recognize the girl. "We need to speak to someone in this house. Your brother I assume."

"He's not home a-at the moment." she answered, redirecting her stare to the ground.

My heart went out for the young girl. I nudged Syaoran away from her. "We'll come back later. Please tell him that Sakura really wants to speak to him."

"This was a dumb idea…" Syaoran mumbled behind me.

"Hey!" A voice called from inside the house. "I told you to not-" Then, a young man with a voice I was so familiar with emerged and froze as soon as he spotted the two of us. More importantly, his gaze was fixed on Syaoran.

I suppressed my anger just remembering what he had done. "I need to speak with you."

Syaoran scoffed from behind me, with so much control that I was surprised. "So much for not being home."

The man was genuinely surprised. "How…I didn't tell you who I was." he took a step forward and his sister stopped him.

"I knew who you were talking about yesterday. I recognized Tomoyo-chan."

Tomoyo didn't say anything and her brother sighed when he glanced at her. "What the hell do you want? Second time you got away you know…damn pisses me off." he looked at Syaoran as he said that.

I had to physically ward Syaoran away from attacking him. "Please, I just want to talk. We'll leave after."

"Well I'd invite you in…" he started with a twisted smile.

Syaoran scoffed. "Why would we want to go in anyways! We're not that stupid."

"S…syaoran!" I motioned him to stop talking and wasn't sure if he did because he actually felt bad or because he noticed how much it hurt me to raise my voice. Either way, he glared at me before turning to look away with irritation. "We want to end everything. I think this whole grudge doesn't have any meaning to it. What's done is done and I… want us to be able to get on with our lives."

"Tch. What I wanted to finish isn't finished yet. You're stupid for not telling the police who I was."

"You and me both." Syaoran grumbled childishly behind me.

"But why can't you just let the past go? I don't understand." I turned to Tomoyo. "Tomoyo-chan…you can't really want things to go on."

She watched me with an unreadable expression.

"Tomoyo-chan..." I pleaded kindly. "I know you don't want to hurt anyone. You've never physically hurt anyone before."

She failed to answer.

"Of course she wants it to go on!" the man behind her finally yelled. "She's always thought of you as dirt." He turned to Syaoran. "Do you remember Tomoyo, Li? How you rejected her so easily."

Syaoran shrugged. "I suppose."

I wanted to hit Syaoran for being so insensitive.

Tomoyo looked up at Syaoran for the second time since she had opened the door.

"Well she's getting revenge now. She used to tell me how special you were Li. What garbage! She even felt jealous of you." he looked down at me. "She won't stop until she gets revenge. Stupid." he chuckled. "Once Li leaves, I wonder how you'll protect yourself."

"Kamui, stop."

All three of us looked at Tomoyo in surprise. I waited, a soft smile fell on my lips and I felt hopeful with her intrusion. "Tomoyo-chan…"

"It's okay Kamui. Maybe we should stop bothering them." she placed a hand on his arm.

"What?…" her brother, Kamui was aghast as he processed his sister's words. "After all this? You can't-" he didn't finish. He wasn't able to.

"Tch. Pathetic." Syaoran's voice rang behind me. When I glanced back at him, his eyes were hard. "Did I really mean that much to you if you're going to even think of hurting someone I care about that easily? What a load of crap. Don't come up with all this junk of being rejected because if you really wanted to pursue me, you would have done it on your own. When you love someone you don't depend on others to win that love for you. Even yesterday when you captured Sakura, that was done by your brother, not you. It doesn't make sense." he looked down at Tomoyo with aged eyes, as if he was in a way, parting with advice.

Tomoyo stared at Syaoran in surprise and I admired Syaoran as I looked up at him then. It was funny how his stupidity and childishness held such meaning at times.

"We'll stop." she said after some time. "Please, if you must tell the police anything, tell them it was my fault." she stopped her brother from interrupting. "We're sorry." she paused. "I'm sorry."

I could see the tears forming in Tomoyo's eyes and I knew she had never meant for it to go this far. Part of me also knew that most of the plans to hurt both me and Syoaran hadn't been hers, but rather her brothers. She must have been coerced to believe that hurting the two of us was what she really wanted.

I truly wanted to believe Tomoyo was a kind person.

The front door closed without another word and I was glad that I understood Tomoyo more. I would've liked to be her friend.

"Hey, how long are you going to stand there? It's starting to get dark."

I gave a satisfied smile as I turned to Syaoran, jumping down the steps. It was over. I trusted Tomoyo.

He gave me a disgusted look. "You're really unrefined you know."

"Unrefined?" I questioned.

"Yeah. People expect the heir to the corporation to marry a lady, not a commoner like you."

"Yeah well, who said I wanted to marry you?" I stuck my tongue out indignantly.

"Sure, sure. You'll understand when I'm in America." he continued walking, his hands in his pockets.

"I'll understand what?"

"How depressed you'll be without me of course."

I made a face. "It's not right to just assume that."

He just smiled as he looked ahead. "You might not be, but I will." he said.

"Wha?…" I glanced at him, biting my bottom lip to stop it from trembling. Why did he always have to be so simple? Whenever he had something to say, he always came out and said it.

"Are you crying?" he asked, slightly shocked. When I ducked and shook my head, he sighed and walked on. "I don't get you sometimes."

I linked my hand back in his. "I'm really happy you're okay Syaoran. I was so worried that day. I didn't really think you'd come back for me."

"You're speech didn't help any you know." he said bluntly. "What a total dumbass. If he didn't want me to return, he shouldn't have even placed that television set in the jet. He was asking for it. Like he didn't know I wouldn't come back for you."

"W-why did you come back for me?"

He smiled down at me. "You don't know? You really don't know?"

I blushed. "I have an idea…" I laughed softly. "It's because you wanted to show him that we are best friends right? No matter what he would do to us."

Syaoran's face twitched slightly. "Something like that…" he shook his head in what looked like disbelief. "Best friends…" he muttered.

I shrugged. "Don't worry, I think he got the hint."

My words only seemed to get another groan from him, so I gave up in trying to make Syaoran happy. What did he want me to say!

I rubbed at me eyes. "Sorry for keeping you. Your flight's probably going to be a really late one. I hope you're not too tired tomorrow."

"Nah, someone as great as me won't tire out so easily."

I laughed a little through my choked voice. "Aren't you usually pampered? It's going to be different when you take over your corporation."

"I know." he answered. "I'll be treated even better."

I couldn't hide my amusement as I caught up to him. "You're hopeless!" I stopped to think for some time. "Hey Syaoran?"

"What?"

"You haven't opened my present yet have you?"

"Not yet. Why?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I was just curious."

"What is it? It's pretty small, but it's heavy. I was about to open it when I saw the television set." he breathed out an air of irritation. "Hey, let's just get one thing straight. You might trust those two back there, but I don't and since I'm not going to be around, you better grow paranoid."

"Para…noid?" I looked up at him as if he had grown horns from his head.

"That's right." he said a matter-of-factly. "Don't trust anyone, don't make friends with anyone and don't help anyone who seem like they need it."

"Uhhh…."

"Hey are you listening to me?" Syaoran reached out to conk me on the head. "If you listen to me, I won't have to get a bodyguard to follow you around."

I blinked. "What!" I cried. "I won't fall for the same trick the next time. I'm not stupid like you!"

"I'm stupid!" he yelled back. "You should be grateful I actually care!"

"You care a too much! Anyways, they said they wouldn't do anything to us again and I believe them."

"What? How can you believe them! Damn, you're so gullible! Stupid!"

"Tch. I'm stupid?" I grumbled under my breath. "You shouldn't be judging me."

"Eh? What did you say?" he asked arrogantly.

I didn't say anything, fastening my pace and entering the airport door, making sure it closed right in front of Syaoran's face just behind me. I turned and gave him a glare before turning back around.

His timing was perfect. Making me angry...right before he left too.

He seemed genuinely surprised by my attitude and his face held a look of confused bewilderment and guilt all mixed together. It was awhile until I heard him awkwardly push past the door and run up to me.

"Neh Sakura, are you…" he stopped when I turned to look at him, narrowing my eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

I ignored him and kept walking to the lobby where I would see him off. Syaoran had to stop and take a detour to the reception table in order to buy a new flight ticket as his original flight had already taken off. He seemed reluctant to leave me.

"Sakura!…" he stopped again when I failed to acknowledge him. From the corner of my eyes I could see his slight puzzlement and because of it, his anger was starting to build. It was like watching a child not understanding why he was being punished and throwing a tantrum. I watched in disbelief as he ignored the line up, pushing himself to the front and glaring at anyone who had something to say about it. "A ticket for flight 105!" he stated, the others behind him causing an uproar of complaints.

By now, I had spun around to watch the scene.

"I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to wait." the receptionist indicated to the end of the line, though she could hardly hold her blush while viewing Syaoran. "Please take a number."

"Yeah, move it buddy! You're holding up the line." An older man yelled from behind him.

"Move it! We all need tickets too. You aren't the only one!"

"Do you understand Japanese boy? Someone call security!"

I shook my head in amazement. The thought that he had called me stupid was entirely ironic.

Syaoran's palm shook against the marble desk and then his body began to shake. He was laughing. "Do you know who I am?" he asked the receptionist in a soft deadly voice. "Let me ask you again. Give-me-my-ticket."

A man who had had enough placed a hand on Syaoran's shoulder. "Hey, I don't give a damn who you are, just get in line."

Syaoran grew tense and he tilted his head at the man. "Please remove your hand." he asked as respectfully as he could.

The man smiled and gave Syaoran a rough push. "Look at that head. You look bruised up enough already. Don't try my patience, now get lost."

"Bruised am I?" Syaoran's lip curved up to one side.

I started to open my mouth to stop Syaoran, but he was too fast. He grabbed the man's hand and spun around, punching him hard on the jaw.

A woman screamed nearby and security made their way to Syaoran. He punched the first officer to the floor when he roughly grabbed his arm. When the second officer came to restrain him, Syaoran's smile grew larger. "Is it that hard to buy a ticket here?" he emphasized his meaning with his arms, sounding like a madman. "You." he ran his hand through his hair. "I see you recognise me." he smirked when the officer remained silent. "Good. Get me a ticket for flight 105 would you?"

"R-right away Li-san." the officer went to the receptionist, ignoring his partner on the ground and whispered something into her ear. Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. I was surprised to see her blush deepen.

Within seconds the entire line-up went silent and even those attacked by Syaoran stopped complaining when they got to their feet. I couldn't believe my eyes. Their accusations had stopped altogether and they now watched Syoaran in silent awe.

"Here you go, master Li. Please enjoy your flight."

Syaoran sighed as he took the thin, folded paper in his fingers. When he turned to look at me with his superior air, I was slightly unsure of what was going through Syaoran's head at that moment. So I returned his arrogant stare, raising my chin and glaring at him with contempt. Turning away from him, I continued to the lobby.

"He punched the man because he grabbed him…" I grumbled under my breath, continuing to pretend I was furious.

His intimidating act didn't make me want to forgive him.

But that's what his simple mind must have thought because he quickly retreated back to being puzzled and confused. His plan hadn't worked. He called after me again with hesitation. "Sakura!…" he pushed awkwardly away from those beginning to crowd him for attention and any sign of his previous arrogance had quickly vanished.

I wondered how anyone could be turned on and off that easily.

I knew I was managing to make him uncomfortable and I stopped abruptly when I reached the area where the ones seeing off the passengers were all settled. I could tell Syaoran was following me closely and his clothing brushed against me when I stopped. I turned to glare at him and he looked down at me with an innocent expression. I took to leaning next to the nearest pillar, crossing my arms.

He looked at me looking more frustrated. "Eh, Sakura. Why are you in-" I didn't hear the rest as the PA went on and drowned out his voice.

"Would the passengers of flight 105 please present their tickets at toll 16. I repeat, would the passengers of flight 105 please present their tickets at toll 16 at this time."

I pointed my finger at toll sixteen. "You better get going."

"You!…" he said, almost insistently. If he was sorry, it didn't show. He looked like he was about to strangle me. "If this is about the stupid comment, you were calling me stupid too." he blushed as he looked down at me. "What's wrong with caring too much for the person you like?"

His words were softening my heart, so I was glad when we were intruded.

"Sakura-chan! Li!"

I looked up and saw Eriol calmly approaching us. His smile was a lot more welcoming than Syaoran's scowl, but it turned to a frown as he stopped beside us.

"What's wrong with your head?" he asked Syaoran.

"Huh?" he said dumbly, as if he was slightly dazed. His hand flew to his bandaged head. "Oh…yesterday when I was with…" he looked at me sheepishly. "Sakura…" he averted his gaze, placing both hands in his pockets when I glared back at him. "If you came to visit me you would have known why stupid!" he crossed his arms and took his anger out on Eriol.

"I see." Eriol tilted his head to see mine more closely. "Well I came to visit you yesterday Sakura-chan, but you were asleep. Are you okay now?"

"I'm fine." I answered pleasantly. "My voice isn't as strong yet." I was almost surprised Syaoran didn't have a comment to say to my words. I looked back at him. "You should say good bye to Li, Eriol-kun. We're keeping him from his flight." I smiled triumphantly when Syaoran seemed taken aback by what I called him.

"Oh." Eriol said, turning to Syaoran. "Is that why you're still here?" he gave a wave. "Bye bye." It seemed that Eriol was playing along with my plan.

A vein in Syaoran's jaw jumped and I half expected for him to start yelling and making a scene. Instead his gaze lingered on me as if hoping I would say something. When I didn't he said a bad-tempered "Fine." and turned to walk away.

I took a deep breath and when he was halfway to the toll, I was about to open my mouth to stop him, but Eriol placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I looked up at him and he gave me his knowing smile, winking and placing a slender finger on his lips. I nodded, not fully understanding what he meant until Syaoran was almost three quarters onto the platform.

He spun ferociously around. "I'm sorry! I won't have you followed!" he cried loud enough so everyone turned to stare. He gave a flustered look as his hand awkwardly went to brush his hair. After staring at the ground for a few seconds, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I promise to trust you."

"Oh." I answered, wondering how far I could take this. "Then I guess I should say, have a nice flight." I even gave a small wave.

I could see he wanted to make a loud sound of frustration, but he was able to stop himself. He was now more confused than ever. "Sakura." he entreated one last time, his face, un-amused.

I smiled and he looked up at me in curiosity. Upon viewing my grin, he seemed somewhat relieved.

I dropped my bag and he came back to me.

"Dummy." I smiled. "Who uses their corporation name to get what they want?"

"I told him to let go." he said innocently.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I really wasn't that angry. You're just funny to look at when your upset." I laughed at his unamused frown. Finally, I took a deep breath for my next words. "I wanted to tell you before that I…"

He stared at me, expectantly and I glanced at Eriol who smiled at me with a smirk.

Syaoran looked at me and then at Eriol, then back to me. "Why are you looking at him for?" he shot Eriol a dirty look and Eriol glared at him back.

I shook my head, pushing Syaoran away. "I can tell you on the phone."

Syaoran couldn't hide his frown. "I want to hear it now."

"But-" his stubborn jaw made me stop. I needed to tell him. I sighed. Yanking his arm, I pulled him just behind a pillar. He seemed entirely confused.

"Why can't Eriol hear?" he asked like a child.

I shook my head.

"Why are you blushing like that?"

I clenched my fist to my side. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I love you Syaoran." I felt lighter after saying it and when he didn't say anything, I looked up into his face.

He blinked as he looked down at me and I could tell that he was astonished by my declaration. "Did you just say…" he dived in for a quick kiss and then smiled warmly into my face. "I'm happy you said it."

His smile tugged at a sensitive spot in my heart. Only Syaoran seemed capable of reaching it.

"Say it again." he asked, almost greedily.

I blushed. "Again? But saying it again takes out the meaning." I gave a hesitant smile, looking back up at Syaoran. The words would anger him, I knew that.

His vein jumped again. "You snotty brat, what the hell-" but was cut off again.

"Last call, Would the passengers of flight 105 please arrive to booth 16 immediately. Passengers of flight 105 to booth 16 immediately. Last call."

I swallowed. "You better go."

He studied me, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, if you stare at each other any longer even the plane won't wait for the son of the Li corporation." Eriol peered from behind of the pillar as if he had been standing there the whole time.

"Did…you hear?" I asked.

Syaoran glared at me, pulling me closer to him. "Who cares if he hears? This isn't a secret!" his coldness dissipated quickly as he waved Eriol over. "Eriol, guess what, guess what? Sakura said she-"

I elbowed him in the stomach.

Eriol just smiled. "You better go." he patted Syaoran lightly on the back. "Come back soon okay?"

Syaoran gave a nod. "I'll be back." he said and smirked. "Don't miss me too much."

I could tell how much Syaoran valued their friendship by their small moment. Syaoran valued his friendships above all else.

"I won't. Take care of yourself." Eriol smiled. "Don't worry, I'll take of Sakura-chan for you."

"You better." he gave me a look and finished what he was saying in a whisper behind his hand. I wanted to wring Syaoran's neck, as I was pretty sure I knew what he was saying.

Syaoran nodded and pulled Eriol's cap down over his eyes. "I'm letting you take care of her, but you can't touch her. And try looking at her as little as possible too."

"Then how am I supposed to know when she's in trouble?" Eriol asked in a smirk.

I smiled at the two. If my eyes hadn't deceived me, I not only heard Syaoran sniffle involuntarily, but saw his eyes glaze over. "Try not to be too bored without me." he said hoarsely to his Eriol.

"Of course not." Eriol answered, solemnly.

Syaoran looked down at me one last time and placed a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you, Saku."

The last thing I saw was a blurry vision of Syaoran's figure vanishing into the crowd.

"I love you!" I screamed, though my throat didn't let me hear the end of it later. I wished I could have seen Syaoran's face.

He didn't turn around, but I'm sure he heard me.

Part IX

Eriol had taken me to the private balcony in order to see Syaoran's flight off. I waved with everything I had as I thought I had spotted Syaoran's profile from one of the airplane's windows. The view of the take off was quite close.

"Syaoran!" I waved. "Good bye!" he didn't seem to notice me and I sighed in defeat.

"Don't worry Sakura-chan. He already knows how you feel."

I blushed. "Oh…you did hear…"

"Hm hmm." he gave a mischievous smile. "I remember you saying something earlier about being happy for Li. That was a fast change of mind."

"I'm still happy for him." I retorted. "It was him who was acting like the world was going to end. I mean who gets that happy when someone tells them they like them?"

Eriol didn't say anything as he leaned down and touched the spot on my head where Syaoran had kissed me. "I could wipe off his kiss right now if you want."

"How are you going to do that?" I asked, even then slightly protective of the Syaoran's kiss.

"Here." Eriol leaned in towards me and my eyes widened. I shut my eyes and fended him off.

"Would the man with the red scarf and the name of Hiragizawa Eriol keep his filthy hands off the young girl by the name of Kinomoto Sakura. I repeat would the man with the name Hiragizawa Eriol keep his filthy hands off Kinomoto Sakura."

The two of us froze as the announcement came on. Both our eyes darted to the airplane window at the same time and I could only shake my head in disbelief as I faintly made out the irritated expression on Syaoran's face. In his hand was a cell phone that he was barking words into.

"That guy…" Eriol took a step from me and put his hands up to show Syaoran he meant no harm. "has eyes like a hawk." he laughed.

I couldn't stop from laughing either. How he had been able to contact the airport was beyond me, but even more amazing was the fact that the person in charge had actually delivered his message.

"Look, they're starting to move."

My heart beat faster as the airplane started down the runway. "Syaoran!" I screamed, waving with everything I had. "Come back soon! Good-bye! I'll wait so take care of yourself! Syaoran!"

The last image I had of him, was a sad smile and a short wave.

Three years until he would come back.

This was day one.

Huh. Well I could really just end it here couldn't I? I wonder what I should do...