"Class, we have a new student. Please Welcome Sing Li."

Syaoran froze as he heard the familiar name. His head snapped up to stare at a boy with a dark complexion and equally dark eyes and hair. Their eyes connected and a surge of aura flowed from the boy. The boy had been holding back his aura and now he knew who he was......

Syaoran paled and looked faintly ill. He didn't notice the boy take a seat near the front of the classroom and he didn't notice when Sakura turned around to see if Syaoran too had caught that breif flicker of aura. Syaoran gained his senses back after a while and thought maybe he imagined it. He didn't dare lift his head to see if he recognized something in the boy.

Soon the lunch bell rang loudly giving three long trills. Syaoran took no time in leaving outside and sitting deftly in the group's lunch spot. He'd sat with them more when Meiling had left for home. He missed home so much lately.

Sakura, Tomoyo, and Eriol sat down. The girls talking about a school project. It was all relatively normal but Syaoran still couldn't stop his pounding heart. He was waiting nervously for the exchange student to approach them. Finally, he did.

The boy smiled a smile quiet different from the polite one he'd given the class. Syaoran looked up at him hesitantly before determinedly springing to his feet in a fighting stance. The group looked clueless.

"Syaoran," the boy purred, "I'm glad you remember me."

"Bastard! What are you doing here?!"

He heard sakura gasp faintly at his language.

"Is that anyway to greet me, love?"

"What do you want!"

Syaoran tensed as the boy took a few steps closer. Syaoran forced himself to stop and stood before Sing.

"You can't touch me."

Sing raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Well maybe not. Those old fools did a good job of binding me, but that doesn't mean I can't touch someone else."

Syaoran eyes widened.

"No!"

"Who shall it be? The puny girl they call the card mistress? The reincarnation of Clow? Fool that he is, or maybe the newly acquired friend?"

Syaoran looked torn and grit his teeth.

"You will not touch them."

Author's Note: Should I continue?

"Oh, but I will Syaoran, that is...unless you agree to my terms."