Chapter Three: The First of Many
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Don't own so much, yet here I am-using it all.
Enjoy.
"Says here we're in the Glyfada suburbs of Athens. Not that much of a high class hotel, here in Athens. Oh! Paris' Four Seasons is heaven on Earth!" Eriol said looking at the package of brochures they had taken with them from the tour's lounge meeting.
Tomoyo grabbed the brochure, "Hey! We have a roof garden-do you wanna go see it?"
Eriol sighed, "Is that where Sakura went?"
"With Li-san?"
"Ye-"
"I think he's showing Sakura some of his own moves now." Tomoyo daydreamed.
"Why type of moves?" Eriol winked.
Tomoyo laughed, snapping herself back to reality. "I don't kno-"
"How about I show you some of MY moves?"
"I dare you!" Tomoyo giggled, mischievously.
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"Oh come on! That was such a wimpy punch!" Syaoran laughed.
Sakura growled and aimed for his eye.
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"So? Where did you get the black eye, Li-san?" Tomoyo asked uneasily on the bus to downtown Athens.
"It's so beautiful today!" Sakura commented about the bright sun, pretending she hadn't heard Tomoyo ask Syaoran anything. Though, no guilt emanated from her.
"I think we get off here," Syaoran muttered.
The bus came to a halt. The tour group got off at the stop. They followed their tour guides around the roads and sidewalks, where they introduced the museums and colleges of the city.
"Look mama!" one little girl pointed at the group. "Polloi xenos!" A.N. Knowing my crappy way of putting ungrammatical sentences together-it's wrong, but it's intended to say "many foreigner". If it's wrong and you know the right Greek way of saying that-PLEASE tell me.
"Hush! Do not be rude, Hermione." the mother hushed. She looked up and smiled at Sakura.
Sakura mirrored the mother's sweet smile.
Sakura winced. A garbled thought struck her mind. She hardly understood it, but knew what it meant. She was thinking in another language-but it was not her own thoughts.
She's so pretty, it said. Sakura could hardly tell it was another language at all.
That thought does not belong to me, does it? Sakura thought to herself. Her head began to hurt where he had bumped it the day before. Pain shot through her body and down her spine. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore it.
I wonder if they can understand us... A man's voice echoes in her mind this time.
Sakura panicked. She was hearing voices! She pinched her arm, while walking behind Tomoyo.
"Kinomoto, what the hell are you doing?" Syaoran looked at her awkwardly, prying his eyes (as well as Sakura's) away from Sachiko, who had suddenly and openly grabbed a random person's blonde hair, observing it-feeling it.
Sakura paled, "N-n-nothing."
Liar.
"I am not a liar!" Sakura screeched.
Syaoran's eyes narrowed, as if trying to understand something as well as be angry, "I didn't say you were."
"But-er-!" Sakura searched for an excuse for her mistake. "Your facial expression suggested so!"
Syaoran's brow loosened, "I thought I was quite expressionless."
"I know you well Li Syaoran," Sakura scolded. "Asshole."
It worked.
Syaoran was focused on putting Sakura down with a force a thousand times stronger than her own had been.
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"Now we're going to focus on the culture of Athens. We've gone over their language and I'm sure you all are fed up with that. So here's the thing, we'll focus on clothing for the culture bit, as well as food." Sachiko began, in the lobby of the Four Season's hotel.
Tomoyo was hopping up and down with joy, clapping her hands.
"There will be a contest between groups of four. Each group must create their own old-style Greek costumes for two of the group members to model. I would prefer a female and male model in each group. So, if you're an all-girl group or all-boy group, consider switching some people around." Sachiko pulled out a box from behind her. Several other boxes, very similar, sat behind her on the floor. "We will provide you with materials. You will find what you need in these boxes. One box per group."
Masuyo cleared his throat to hush their whispers, "As for the prize...it'll be a whole pack of souvenirs provided by the Four Season's hotel in Athens."
Sachiko smiled at everyone, eyeing Sakura in particular, for some reason. "You may begin."
Tomoyo immediately pounced on Sakura, "I already have your size...so let's see what colour will suit you."
"I think the pale cream colour with gold rimming," Eriol suggested, looking into the box he had brought over for them.
"Excellent!" Tomoyo exclaimed. "And for Syaoran?"
"Plain white," Eriol said.
"Hey, I'm not-" Syaoran was being hauled to the elevators by Tomoyo.
"Yes, we'll have to fix up that eye of yours before we decide to put white on you..."
Sakura couldn't resist her nagging thoughts-even biting her lip wouldn't help.
"I think my cover up will serve well on him-almost the same colour as his skin." Sakura blurted.
Tomoyo smiled, "Why thank you Sakura!"
Syaoran growled at her.
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"Grr," Syaoran stood like a scarecrow in his Greek robes, just two hours later.
"Stop standing like that!" Tomoyo complained.
Sakura sweat dropped, "Why is this so revealing?" She looked down at the sheets of cloth shaped around her perfect body.
Tomoyo ignored Sakura.
"Let me just adjust your adorable Caesar crown!" Tomoyo made grabbing motions towards Syaoran's head, who was pushing her away with one hand, but couldn't hold her down for long. Tomoyo triumphantly turned to Sakura, "And YOU! Your blossoms are out of place!"
"Come down Tomoyo-chan," someone said from the front door of the quartet's hotel room. It was Sachiko.
Tomoyo blushed, "Well, you know me and fashion..."
"Unfortunately, I do."
"What do you mean you know her?" Syaoran asked suspiciously. "We hardly even talk to you-"
"Syaoran!" Sakura burst. "Don't be so rude!"
"No, it's ok." said Sachiko. "Tomoyo is an old friend of mine from..."
"...University. We studied together in our Economics classes." Tomoyo shrugged. "No biggie-promised her I'd show up for one her tours is all. And she promised me some practice. So here it is; Greek robes!"
"Anyway," Sachiko changed the subject. "Didn't mean for you guys to find out. We didn't think it best for people to know we had a connection."
Eriol cleared his throat, "Well, Sachiko...I expect we should be going down soon."
"Yes-now, in fact." Sachiko smiled thankfully at for Eriol changing the subject. She turned to leave, "See you in the lobby."
Sakura's hot gaze fell upon Tomoyo, who inched away slowly, for her life.
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"Next up is Li Syaoran and Kinomoto Sakura modeling clothing designed and handmade by Hiiragizawa Eriol and Daidouji Tomoyo." Masuyo began as Sakura and Syaoran came trotting down the 'runway' they had set up. He continued, "They call their creations..." Masuyo stifled his laughter. "'The Empire Strikes Back'."
Eriol snickered.
Tomoyo looked upset, "You changed it!"
Sakura almost fell over when she heard the title of their outfits. She and Syaoran walked back to the last two models waiting to be called up.
"Lastly, we have Arai Ume and Eto Nobu modeling Hino Suki and Miura Akio's creations called 'Royalty'." Masuyo completed the fashion show. "And will the judges please give in the results of their votes for the fashion show in five minutes time?"
"Of course," Sachiko said.
Five minutes went by like five seconds would.
Tomoyo sighed, "I really liked Tomiko's colours."
Eriol patted Tomoyo's head, "Your designs are always the best to me."
Tomoyo smiled.
"And the winner of the Four Season's in Athens souvenir prize pack is..." Masuyo unfolded the crumpled paper the judges had handed him. "Li, Kinomoto, Daidouji and Hiiragizawa!"
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It's the fourth day and I'm already getting sick of him, Sakura thought. I wonder why I was hearing things that day-Sakura broke away from her thoughts.
"Throw the friggin' shot put!" Syaoran yelled in Sakura's face.
"Oh!" Sakura ran and threw as best she could. "That was heavy."
"Hah! I beat ya!"
Sakura was only slightly annoyed and decided to challenge him to taker her mind off things, "I'll beat you at discus."
"No way!" Syaoran raced her to the box full of discus'.
Interesting, Miroku thought. They seem to have fallen in step with one another and soon-to-be-in love...
Sakura felt pain surge through her head to her spinal cord. She turned and glared at Miroku, caught up in a moment of emotion. She would know his voice anywhere. She threw her discus aside and attacked Miroku-head on!
She's a little grumpy today, Syaoran thought.
Sakura got off of Miroku and swerved to face Syaoran, who was clutching his discus in utter amusement. The look of amusement became a look of horror and Sakura's wrath seeped over to him.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"N-nothing?"
Sakura realized what was happening immediately after the bewildered faces of her companions calmed her down a little. She felt her temples burn and her palms, as an immediate reaction, squashed her head between them. Sakura ran as fast as she could to the change rooms, unable to stand the swerving ground or the nausea that was seizing her. She couldn't let her mind get the best of her.
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"She hasn't talked to Syaoran for a whole day," Tomoyo commented to Eriol as they buckled their seat belts on the plane.
Sakura was staring out of her window, upset. "I can hear you Tomoyo."
"And now she's got super-hearing abilities!" Tomoyo continued to whisper even lower to Eriol.
"I heard that too."
"See?" Tomoyo's eyes widened, in sarcastic disbelief.
"Yes, I see..."
Tomoyo was concerned, nevertheless, "I even offered money to bug her, but he said he'd do it for free any day! Not even his rambling has gotten her to come out of this state, Eriol. I'm worried for her...I just know something's wrong."
"She'll be just fine when we get to Milan," Eriol stated. "Won't you, Sakura?"
Sakura didn't even show an indication of having heard, she just mumbled, "Whatever."
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"And this is Milan's Four Season's Hotel..." Sachiko began.
"It's huge!" One tourist exclaimed.
Sakura looked less grumpy, and more pleasant. She seemed to be going through some sort of "PMSing" stage. At least, that's what Syaoran thought. And for some reason, when he thought it, Sakura twitched. But she didn't say anything or show the slightest bit of emotion until they had reached their new room...where she unpacked her best clothes, whistling a happy tune.
"What are you doing, Kinomoto?" Syaoran demanded.
"Have to look good for the recording!" Sakura rushed to the bathroom.
"Oh," he said to no one in particular.
These past few days had been quite a change. And he didn't mind it. He, whom had never really thought about enjoying life and having fun, was having fun. He was enjoying life...and he felt free of worries for once. The constant worrying-vanquished. He was a new man, and he knew it. It was Sakura's doing above all. If she hadn't been there to annoy him, or pester him, or her pester her, he would've never glanced at the bright side. He would have never even realized apart of him trapped deep inside, pushing its way out, but only failing. It was this emerald-eyed beauty that have given him the strength to see it-and he owed her for it.
Sakura came out of the bathroom looking refreshed and as pretty as ever in her deep green summer dress. Syaoran had to admit that she looked like she could be a real star-a real singer.
"Yukio-san!" Sakura exclaimed on the phone. "Yes, I am! Could I? We'll be doing a lot of touring and exploring for the next three days. Oh-of course!" Sakura's face was flushed with excitement. "Mm hm. That's perfect." She began drawing a map on the hotel room's pad. "That's just near here? Okay, well then I'll see you in awhile! Ciao."
Syaoran stopped her before she could rush out the door, "Can I come?"
Sakura gave him one of her most seductive grins, "Don't believe me, do you?"
"No...I do." Syaoran said as if he were surprised she thought that. "I'm just...bored."
"Oh alright."
"Thanks," he said. He locked the door behind them. "Where is it anyway?"
"Hm? Oh-it's a ten minute walk, so Yukio-san says." Sakura replied. She pressed the elevator button. A moment later the elevator arrived.
Bing. The elevator doors opened and they entered.
Sakura's stomach fluttered as they exited the hotel. She was making her career happen!
Syaoran walked quick. He could hear Sakura's shoes tapping as they walked. She was walking obviously, slower than usual, in order to preserve her shoes. She had a hard time walking in them.
"Take them off," he said suddenly.
"Nani?" A.N.: "What?"
"Your shoes-take them off." Syaoran said. "So you don't wreck them."
"Oh! Hold on..." Sakura held onto Syaoran's shoulder as she slid them off. "But now my feet will get dirty."
Syaoran rolled his eyes, "Fine-put your shoes back on."
Sakura, surprisingly, did what he told her to do, without question. She began to tap-walk again, but Syaoran was still standing. "Stop."
"Why? Now what?" She asked.
"You're gonna get your shoes wrecked..."
"I know, I know! But even you said to-"
"Here," he swept Sakura off her feet swiftly, in his arms.
"Aiyeee!" Sakura kicked. "No! I'll walk without them!"
"Shut up-your feet will get dirty. You said so yourself." Syaoran said without look at her.
People began pointing and staring at them, gawking. Sakura swore she heard the clicking of a camera. Sakura, as aware as she always was of what people though, hid her face behind her hand-drawn map, out of embarrassment.
"Where do I go now?" Syaoran asked.
Sakura looked at the map carefully, letting the heat cool down from her face. "Uh, just turn at the corner and go down about a block and a half. We should see a building that says JapanSound."
Syaoran turned the corner and walked straight for more than a block. He put Sakura down and turned his face to a building just down the street. "We're almost there. You can walk the rest."
Sakura looked at Syaoran's face. It was redder than when he was angry with her. "Thanks Syaoran-kun." Sakura blushed and smiled up at him.
Syaoran looked her in the eyes for the first time since he picked her up near the hotel. "A pleasure." He mumbled.
Sakura giggled, "Come on!" She grabbed his hand and raced down the sidewalk to a small building squeezed between two others. "We're already here! That was a little more than ten minutes though, don't ya think?"
Sakura burst through the front doors, holding Syaoran's hand, excited.
"Sakura-chan?" Yukio looked up from the front desk. He was sorting through some files with the woman sitting behind the desk. "You made it just in time!" Yukio grabbed the files he need and tucked them under his left arm. He turned to Syaoran, "And who, may I ask, is this dashing fellow?" He held out his right hand.
"Li Syaoran," Syaoran shook his hand loose from Sakura, turning red again as Yukio chuckled at him. Sakura immediately realized that Syaoran was trying to get free and let go, turning a slight pink.
"No, no. It's okay. I can see your hand is tied up at the moment." Yukio said. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I'm from China, so I doubt-"
"I might've seen you at the airport then! After all, you are on the Eurotrip, am I right?" Yukio babbled on.
"Yeah."
"Didn't see you on the plane from Japan though. So you're friends with Sakura then?"
"I guess so..."
"You guess?" Sakura punched him and turned to Yukio after giving him a piercing glare. "So when do we begin?"
"Right away! Come with me." Yukio led them to a room down the hall on the left and to the right. "This is where we record. I wanna see what you got. Your friend, Syaoran, can stay in here, while you record in there-" he pointed through the glass. A microphone stood in the middle of the room through the glass. "Excited? You're about to record your first single..." Yukio turned to Sakura.
"Yes!"
"Then let's get our crew in here and get you warmed up and up to beat."
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Syaoran would've never thought that it could take so long just to record one single. The crew made her start over and over again. Every little mistake was picked on.
"Perfect!" Yukio exclaimed. "Perfect!"
Sakura ran into the recording room, her eyes sparkling. "Really? I did it? Are we done?"
"Do you wanna hear it?" Yukio winked.
One of the "crew" members pressed a few buttons and fidgeted with some volume and bass controls. He let the music rep through the entire room and beat at their heads, in rhythm with their hearts. Or were there hearts in rhythm with it?
Kokoro no naka no JIORAMA no machi wa
Kibou no hikari de kirameiteiru
Kagerou no hane de habataita yume wa
Kimi to boku to no sagashi mono
Shinjitsu wa itsumo
hitomi ni hisondeiru aoku
The city in the georama of the heart
Is sparkling with the light of hope
The dream that flew up with the wings of an ephemera
Is something that we search for
The truth is always hiding in the eyes bluely
Bokura wa doko made yukou
Futari no mirai ima sasuratte
Bokura wa tabi wo tsuzukeru
Eien no arika owari nai yume
Kono te o hanasazu oikakete ikitai zutto
Where shall we go up to
Our future roams around now
Aand we continue with our journey
The place of eternity, and endless dream
I want to chase after it without letting go of this hand
forever
TAAKOIZU iro no kokoro no umi de
Hikari no fune no AIZU ga kikoeru
Hayaku ikanette hayaru omoi ni
Nani mo kotoba wa iranai ne
Itsuwari wa itsumo kotoba ni hisondeiru amaku
In the ocean in the turquoise-colored heart
The signals of the ship of light can be heard
I need to go faster, for this impatient feeling
No words are needed
A lie is always
hiding in the words sweetly
Futari de hitotsu ni narou
Okubyouna nami no ho mo dakishimete
Bokura wa tabi wo tsuzukeru
Dekiau sukima owari nai yume
Niji wo tsukinuketa
Yakusoku no hikari wo mezasu
Let the two of us become one
Holding on to the coward waves
We continue with our journey
The space between our hug
An endless dream
Cutting through the rainbow
Heading for the promised light
Bokura wa doko made yukou
Futari no mirai ima sasuratte
Bokura wa tabi wo tsuzukeru
Eien no arika owari nai yume
Kono te o hanasazu oikakete ikitai zutto
Where shall we go up to
Our future roams around now
And we continue with our journey
The place of eternity, and endless dream
I want to chase after it without letting go of this hand
forever
Syaoran was entranced by her voice. She could really sing.
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"Do you think it was okay?" Sakura asked, when they were back in their hotel room, later that night.
"Yeah-it was really good." Syaoran replied, as he stumbled into bed.
Sakura got under the covers as well, "You'd think the spa was their second home."
"Let them have a good time," Syaoran sighed, closing his eyes.
Sakura leaned on her hand, her elbow planted into her pillow, and looked at Syaoran. "What did you do? I mean back in Hong Kong, as a career."
Syaoran, still with his eyes closed, replied, "A government job-nothing interesting."
"Oh." Sakura said. "How about school? Are you going to some kind of university or college?"
"Yes."
"Me too."
"Why?" Syaoran opened his eyes and turned to her. "You don't need it. Your voice is your career. And your career is amazing. You're going to make it big..."
Sakura smiled, "Thanks, but I promised myself I'd do what my dad would have thought best for me as well. Even if I do make it big, I want to fall back on-"
"Would have?"
Sakura fell back on her back again. "He died a year ago."
Syaoran's eyebrows furrowed, "How?"
"Archaeological dig and that stuff. You know..." Sakura said broadly.
Syaoran could tell she didn't want to get into any details. "I lost my father when I was around nine." He said. "It still hurts a lot."
Syaoran nodded, "Y-yeah."
"Will you be okay?" Syaoran looked concerned.
"Hm, I guess." Sakura leaned across Syaoran to turn off his lamp. "Goodnight."
"G'night Sakura." Syaoran said. He felt a pang in his stomach. "Ow! What was that for?"
Sakura laughed, "You said my name!"
Syaoran sighed, too tired to bite back. "I did, didn't I?"
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"I'm getting sick of all these galleries!" Tomoyo said openly. "Now the Abbazi di Chiaravalle, that is so worth the trip!"
Eriol agreed, "So is the Castello Storzesco."
Syaoran added, "The Duome is the heart of Milan. I heard it's a beautiful cathedral."
"It is," Sakura said, pointing at one of the windows in the galleria.
They all looked out of the dusty window to see a pale, yellowing cathedral, standing tall. It was the central attraction for many of the couples hanging around the area. It's thin towers were reaching to the sky. Arches and other various architectural ideas of beauty developed over the work of art. They gaped at the product of such genius.
Sachiko had seen the fallen quartet and scooped them away from the window. "We're going there next...patience."
"Oh, thank heavens!" Tomoyo exclaimed. "I thought we were all gonna rot in here."
Sakura laughed, "It isn't that bad."
Tomoyo pointed to another row of contemporary paintings. All of them were something that resembled a huge, red ink splotch.
Sakura sighed, "So it is."
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"What do you mean we don't get to stay here that long anymore?" Sakura complained to Masuyo.
"Sorry, but we're taking up too much space in the hotel here. A lot of tourists come to this specific hotel, and we're making that difficult for them. A lot of the tourists are paying more money than required to get us out. We'll have to cancel the free day and change the packing day to the day we're supposed to study the culture." Masuyo confirmed.
Many of the tourists groaned.
"But-" he began again. "You now have one free day."
"Hustle!" Miroku yelled at the crowd, whistle in one hand.
Sachiko called the crowd back, "Not so fast! As an apology from our crew, we shall include free packages at the end of the tour. We will also give you a discount on the fee of this Eurotrip."
"Will this affect our other destination days?" Someone called out.
"Not at all. We'll just arrive early and leave earlier than planned, but it's the same quantity of time as before." Sachiko answered. "Now get going! Have fun while you're still here."
"Let's go eat lunch," Eriol suggested to Tomoyo, Sakura and Syaoran.
"You three go-I gotta do some stuff." Sakura said.
Syaoran watched Sakura race out of the lounge and into the summer-day rush, suspiciously. She was definitely up to something. He guessed it had to do with Yukio and the recording studio. Where else could she have business? Syaoran snuck past Tomoyo and Eriol as they argued about what restaurant they would eat at.
Syaoran saw Sakura racing to the intersection. He followed behind, aware of people glancing at his odd, espionage-like behavior. He scanned the area. Someone with a scar in the shape of an 'x' on his forehead was eyeing him suspiciously. He was standing beside a blonde girl in some weird costume and another teenage girl, who looked like she wanted to murder him. That was when Syaoran realized why, the guy, who was extremely muscular, was carrying a huge package-it looked like a sword.
Syaoran focused back on where Sakura went and realized she had disappeared.
"Hey you! Kid!" the guy with the scar called.
"W-what?"
"She went that way-" he pointed to the corner at the end of the intersection. "-She turned there."
"Thanks!" Syaoran said. "Nice sword, by the way"
"See?" the girl squealed. "People can tell it's a sword!"
"Shut up Remi!"
"Why don't you shut up, Breast Master?" she yelled.
The blonde girl giggled, "Breast Master..."
The Breast Master turned to the blonde girl, "Millenear, you shouldn't encourage her."
Millenear abruptly stopped laughing, "When is it going to be dawn?"
"Four hours," Breast Master answered.
Remi yelled again, "That's it! I can't wait for Deshwitat in this heat for four hours!"
Syaoran shrugged and ran to the intersection, jaywalked, and then turned the corner. He found Sakura and Yukio walking his way. He ran back around the corner and hid behind a stack of garbage bags.
"-wanna go to the heart of Milan?" Yukio's voice rose so that Syaoran could hear the end part.
"Sure," Sakura replied. They crossed the street. Syaoran crossed behind a whole bunch of people, so he couldn't be seen.
"That's some strange kid." Rett, or the Breast Master, said.
Millenear Shephild grinned, "I think it's cute."
Remi snorted, "What business does he have, following the poor girl around?"
"You know," Rett said. "I keep getting the feeling we're being watched."
Millenear gazed into blank space, "Impossible." A.N.: Oh the irony.
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Syaoran could see that Sakura and Yukio were simply admiring the architecture. Yukio seemed at a loss for words and Sakura was simply her chatty-self.
Suddenly, Yukio found, what he felt, were the right words to say.
"Sakura?"
"Yes?"
"May I do something?"
"What is it?" Sakura asked, looking back at him from the Duome.
"Close your eyes," he said nervously.
"Okay," Sakura shut her eyes.
Rett followed the amber-eyed guy. He was watching some pretty girl and another guy talk. They had stopped and he was stuttering something about eyes. Millenear leaned over Rett. Remi was kneeling right below Rett.
"What is he doing?" Rett asked.
"He's gonna kiss her," Millenear concluded.
"What a stupid way of-"
Syaoran had moved closer to Sakura and Yukio.
"What's that guy doing?" Rett asked again.
"He wants to know what's going on-" Millenear began. "Oh! What if he sees them kissing?"
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Yukio kissed Sakura. Sakura, taken by surprise, did the only thing she knew how to do: kiss back.
"Oh," Sakura commented as they separated.
"Oh indeed," Yukio laughed.
Sakura smiled, "What does this mean?"
Yukio grinned at her pink face, "What do you want it to mean?"
Sakura kissed Yukio and they embraced again.
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Millenear grabbed a shocked Syaoran by his sleeve, "Let's go."
A.N.: Hmm...Sakura likes Yukio? Bwahahaha! cough cough That was a long Chapitre...Next stop for our gang is Davos, Switzerland. If you peeps really wanna know, I DID do some research to make this story happen. Okay I did A LOT of research. I couldn't help it. I had to look up connected hotels all over Europe that would make sense-I had to look up amazing sites! I had to look up all the tourist attractions and stuff too. I printed pretty pictures of all the amazing sightseeing areas too. That's how I was able to describe them a bit accurately than I would've been able to without that info. Call me pathetic, but at least I'm getting most of my facts right, right? Anyway, I haven't updated this story since like last year! I'm sorry it took so long, but I was going through my binder of rough drafts and I realized how much I miss writing fanfics, no matter how busy I am! Anyway, PLEASE R&R for every chapter...I worked REALLY hard!