Summary: Darkness formed as the Shadow Taika was released from its sleep, ready to kill the innocent people. Sakura Kinomoto was the only girl who had magic to seal it again, and Syaoran Li was the only one who knew how. Could they work together and capture the beast? SxS pairing. R&R PLZ!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

(A/N:) – Author's Note

Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura...CLAMP does...

Last Time...

"That's the spirit!" Sakura smiled and then turned to Syaoran, who sat up and clutched his head.

"The spirit to whalopping people on the head? Count me out." he mumbled, making both Sakura and Shiro laugh, which made her feel a little happy for seeing Shiro laugh again. Every smile made her feel happy.

So they walked down the road once again, following the directions to Ms. Tsukira's, or Ms. Tsukira Aruka's, as the paper said, address to her house, with Syaoran on one side, Shiro in the middle and Sakura on the other side.

A/N: Yeah know people, I don't really like this story. In your reviews, tell me whether I should discontinue this story, or keep writing it. Now then, chapter five!

Chapter Five: Total Sadness

By: Ame-chan

The sun a risen once again, to a beautiful morning in the village of Etowaru. The bright sun beams started to flow through the window into the living room, where Sakura lay, sleeping on the couch. Syaoran had risen early that morning, making some breakfast, as Shiro lazily thumped down the stairs, holding his favorite teddy in one hand, and rubbing his eyes with the other.

"I smell something good." he mumbled, his lips curling into a smile. It was the smell of eggs, bacon, toast, and waffles.

Shiro walked slowly into the kitchen and saw the back of someone cooking. At first he seemed quite surprised.

"Otou-san?" he gasped, standing like a statue. Syaoran, who was the person cooking, seemed to jump and turn around, startled.

"Otou-san, where did you get that from?" Syaoran raised a brow, but smiled anyways, seeing that Shiro still looked a little sleepy. How cute. "I'm not your father. But I'll be taking care of you, since your mother is ill."

Shiro looked confused. "Okaa-san?" His gaze turned to the sleeping figure on the couch in the living room. "What is mommy doing sleeping on the sofa?" He asked, walking into the living room to wake his "Mother" up.

Syaoran put out a hand, his smile faltering. "That's not your mother. That's Sakura..." But Shiro went in nonetheless. He had to admit, the sleeping figure did kind of look like his mother, but the hair color was a bit different, and the hairstyle.

"Mommy! Get up! When did Daddy come?" Sakura awoke and got up groggily, but snapped her eyes open at what Shiro had said.

"Mommy? Daddy? Huh?" Sakura snapped her head towards Syaoran, who shrugged. She sighed. "I'm not your mother, and Syaoran-kun isn't your father either. Are you okay? Remember your mother's at the hospital?" Her hand lifted, and placed itself on his head.

Shiro was confused. "Where's my mommy then?" he asked, worry creeping into his eyes and clutching onto his teddy bear tight.

"Shiro, your mother's at the hospital." Sakura held his hand and brought him over to the kitchen, where Syaoran placed three plates of delicious breakfast on the table. "We'll go visit your mother later today, okay? We have to do some grocery shopping to fill up your fridge." Sakura teased, patting his head and sitting beside him by the table.

"But...but...but you look like my daddy..." Shiro pointed at Syaoran, "And you look like my mommy, only...you look a little different." he looked at over his new guardians and made up his mind that they really did look like his parents.

"Well, we're not, okay? You can call me Sakura, and him, Syaoran." Sakura tried to smile and brighten his mood, which it did a little, but he still missed his mother badly.

"Eat Shiro, you'll need a full stomach to walk a while today, helping me pick some fresh fruits and vegetables." Sakura replied, taking a bite of her breakfast. Shiro nodded in response, and started eating as well.

Once he started eating, he thought it was quite delicious. "Daddy! Where did you learn to cook so good?" he smiled towards Syaoran, who looked surprised, and then his expression changed when he had yet again mistaken him as his father.

But Syaoran knew how he felt. To be all alone without parents. His lips curled into a smile. "It's okay. You can call me Dad if you want. I know how it feels not to have one." Sakura looked at him sympathetically. 'Poor Syaoran…' she thought, lowering her head to stare at her plate of food.

Shiro smiled at this, happy that he could call someone his family, even though Syaoran really wasn't. "What about you? Can I call you Mommy?" he put on a big grin, and Sakura couldn't help but smile at how innocent this child was.

"Of course. Until your mother recovers from her injuries." She replied, her eyes sparkled like emerald jewel. Syaoran noticed how beautiful they were.

Shiro had taken delight in this and felt much better. Now he had a whole "family" again.

When they had finished, Sakura stood up and took their empty plates, placing them in the sink and washing them.

"Syaoran-kun, how are we suppose to start my training, if we have to take care of Shiro?" She said aloud, looking out the window as she washed the last dish.

"I'm not sure. I have to teach you to control your...uh...power..." Syaoran glanced at Shiro to see if he was listening, but luckily, he was busy drinking his glass of chocolate milk. He didn't want anyone knowing that Sakura had magic powers, because if the word broke out, who knows what the badder people would want from her. "...and then some basic moves, and if I think that you're strong enough, then maybe you can do some summoning." Syaoran grinned. He loved magic, especially summoning monsters and other mythical creatures.

"So...how long do you think this will take?" Sakura asked, drying the dishes and placing them back into the cupboard, where they belonged.

"I'm not sure. But we should start soon, or else the Shadow Taika would destroy the world." He placed his hand on his chin, thinking.

"Oh well. Maybe we can start today, after we do some shopping and visiting.

Syaoran smiled. "Sure."

xXx

Sakura had made a list of what they needed on a piece of paper. They were walking around the market, Syaoran on the left, Shiro in the middle and Sakura on the right with the little boy's hand in her own.

"First, we need to buy some tomatos and potatos." Sakura read to them, mainly to Syaoran. Shiro giggled.

"That sounds funny. Tomato and Potato!" he smiled as he repeated the words over again.

Sakura giggled with him and walked over to a stand where they sold what they needed.

After a moment or two, Sakura had picked some ripe, juicy tomatos, and good bag of potatos. "Here, Syaoran-kun, can you hold the potatos? They're heavy." She handed the potato bag to Syaoran, as Shiro tugged at her long skirt.

"I want to help to!" he grinned. Sakura sighed, but smiled nonetheless and handed to other bag to him. Quickly, he caught up with Syaoran and tried to be strong like him.

Sakura giggled. How cute. Sakura payed, and followed them. Next on the list were lettuce, celery, carrots. Sakura had gathered the food and payed for them, while Shiro and Syaoran helped with carrying the bags. (Shiro, of course, held the smaller bags.)

Now that the shopping was over, they went to an ice cream stand and bought an ice cream for Shiro's "hard work".

Sakura sighed, as she felt the sun on her skin. It was nice and warm that day. "Now it's time to meet your mother, Shiro. Come on." She held her hand out and Shiro held onto it. Syaoran walked beside them. Luckily, the hospital wasn't that far away.

But as they entered through the doors, the same nurse from the day before came up to them with serious eyes.

"Oh my goodness you're here. I have bad news." She too a deep breath and started. "Tsukira-san hasn't eaten ever since she was injured, and she lost a great amount of blood over night…' her voice trailed off, her eyes looked at Shiro, as if what she would say next would destroy his life forever.

"What's wrong?" Syaoran asked, even thogh he knew pretty well what might have happened.

"She's…gone…" the nurse looked away and tried to hide the tears that were about to fall.

Sakura's eyes widened in shock. "No…" she glanced at Shiro, who didn't exactly understand what was going on. He tugged at her skirt again.

"What do you mean mommy's gone? Did she run away?" he feared her answer. Sakura looked away. Shiro started to tear up. "Tell me!"

Sakura kneeled down in front of him, and gripped onto his small, soft hands. "Shiro…your mother…your mother…she went to heaven." That was the only way she could put it. Tears brimmed in her eyes. How upset Shiro would be.

He stood there, frozen to the spot. His mother had died, and it took him a few seconds to realize that. He pulled away from her grasp, fear clouding his eyes.

"No! You're lying!" he yelled and made a run for the room that they visited yesterday, and barged into the room. There, on the bed, was a figure covered from head to toe with a thin blanket.

"Okaa-san?" he walked slowly toward the bed. Sakura and the others followed behind him, running into the room and stopped when they saw Shiro walking slowly forward.

He was scared to see what was under the covers. So instead of pulling them away, he tried to shake her awake instead.

"Mommy! Wake up! You're not dead! I know you're not!" tears poured from his eyes, seeing that the figure didn't move. Instead, her arm slipped out and hung from the bed.

The young boy touched it, then hugged it, thinking that perhaps she would wake up if she felt him as well. But nothing happened.

Sakura was so shocked from this. It was so terrifying, that she herself couldn't help but cry. Her heart ached, and hurt. Syaoran noticed this, and out of instinct, pulled her into his arms and gave her a tight hug, trying to calm her down.

"S-Syaoran…" she whispered, still watching Shiro cry, and feeling the tears still sliding down her cheeks.

"What is it?" he whispered back, trying to sound soothing. Sakura sniffed and clutched onto his shirt.

"Can you teach me how to heal someone? I hate seeing people injured and dying." She buried her face onto his chest, her tears wetting his shirt slightly. Syaoran didn't respond. From what he read from the many books he had, healing another human being took a lot of energy from the magician's body. He didn't know whether she was strong enough to do it.

"I'm not quite sure yet. We'll have to wait and see." He replied.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Hi people…um…sorry it took so long. I know…it's kinda sudden that Shiro's mother died so quickly…oh well…please review…even though I know that I don't deserve any…T.T

Ame-chan