I would like to continue to thank those that continue to read and respond to my work. And I reward you with the next chapter. Though I warn you, it has some other cross overs in it as well.

Thanks to the following: (These people make it all the more worth it to write it.)

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Ch 3- The Midmorning Kiss

The morning sun rose over the horizon, its light skimming the treetops, still leaving many shadows amidst the trees. The sun's light visible from the beach, and the morning tide splashing against the shore, coming and going in its normal pattern.

In their temporary shelter of rocks, Syaoran and Sakura slept silently together. The moist air had made Sakura semi-awake, a habit of sorts. She got up and sat next to Syaoran, was still caught in dreams. She looked at his face, almost dreamily, for a moment before he began to wake up. "Good Morning, Syaoran." She whispered, and he replied, "…morning, Sakura…" This made her smile slightly, she leaned up to his ear and said softly, "Thank you, Syaoran." Before kissing him on the cheek, this made him blush an almost cherry red. Sakura only smiled in return, though she too, was blushing.

Though it had happened on numerous occasions, it had never happened this way. But almost as if on cue, Mokona jumped out of its sleep like state and yelled out, "Kiss! A Kiss!" This action made the two jump away from each other slightly, cheeks flushed red and trying to avoid eye contact. This too happened on numerous occasions as well.

Syaoran, trying to make both himself and Sakura feel less nervous, changed the subject as best as he could. "Mokona, do you sense the presence of Sakura's feather?" Mokona did its normal thins and finally said, "No." With some form of regret present in it's voice.

By now, most of Sakura's feathers were back in her soul, where they belonged. Though only a few memories continued to elude her, besides the one she would never get back. They had thought is over and thought that only a few feathers, maybe as few as two or three were left out in the various worlds to find. They guessed this was so, as the last memory Sakura had gotten back was very close to the time that they had left Clow, about a month or two prior. She now dwelled on that particular memory.

The sun wasn't too particularly hot that day, and the sun having reached midday point meant it wasn't to get any hotter that day. Sakura was at the gates of the city, saying a solemn good bye to someone she couldn't remember. She was almost ready to cry and she grabbed the man by the shoulder and tried to beckon him back. He was headed towards the ruins, and she wanted him to stay with her. She kept him for about half an hour, pleading to him about how she would miss him and how it would be better for him to not go. But he kept replying about how it could help the country and how it was his dream. At this she felt slightly displeased and angry, that something was so urgent that he couldn't afford time for her. Even though she too knew it's importance, she just didn't want to accept it and she didn't want him to get hurt, or worse, end up like his father. The man made her feel comforted, even though she could not remember the words he had said.

With that, she drifted back into reality, to find that Syaoran had pulled her close and Mokona was already starting the incantations to transport them to the next world. Sakura leaned against Syaoran's body and let her head rest on his chest. She looked up at the slightly blushing Syaoran, and smiled. He looked back down at her, noticing her smile, he smiled in return. She reached up and kissed him, this time closer to his lips than the previous night. When she let go a little she whispered to him, "Syaoran." Who responded, "Yes, Sakura." She faltered, her determination had died for the moment and she continued to say, "Nothing, nothing at all." He was slightly bamboozled for a moment before responding softly, "Okay."

After that, they began to disappear into Mokona and were transported to the left universe. During the crossing between worlds, Syaoran held Sakura tightly in an embrace from behind and looked at her passionately. She then turned her head enough to see his face, then he kissed her as close to her lips as he could get, only managing to get an inch or two away from her lips.

They had already landed in the next world, held in that tight embrace, they looked around. It seemed that everyone was doing that, though they had landed on a roof of some kind. The roof was tile covered with barriers that were about a foot or two off the ground. Around there were many other buildings and such, large ones that were off the same height and generally the architecture. Off in the distance was an extremely large tree, one that looked as big as the ruins that they knew from Clow. This astounded Sakura to the point she ran out to the edge of the building and looked at the scenery. Besides the tree, there was a large building out on the water and pretty much an entire city.

The architecture was soundly European, the buildings made of a material resembling brick and a substance that Syaoran didn't recognize. There were windows on the sides of the buildings, about every ten feet high was what Syaoran was thinking and about 6 to 10 feet apart. There were so many things, mostly an average city. With shops, restaurants, cafes, and other businesses on the streets, it surely was the most like their home they had come across in a while.

Syaoran walked up to her, and began to look around. Immediately, a number of hooded warriors lunged out at them. They were wearing white robes and brandishing small sticks of sorts; by reflex, Syaoran's and somewhat of Sakura's response was to prepare to fight. Syaoran held his sword, grasping the hilt, but not drawing it. Sakura held an arrow in her bow, but did not fully draw it.

No one moved, not even the insects dared to break the silence. The roof was covered in anxiety that came with the eye of the storm. The robed men spread out around them, completely surrounding them, with exception of the ledge.

Final Note: The anime cross over that I am using is none other than Ken Akamatsu's "Mahou Sensei Negima!", I hope that you will ocntinue to read this work through the world of Mahora. And for all you Yuki &Touya fans out there, I'll be working in some more chapters with them when the story allows for it.