A/N: ok, to make ONE THING CLEAR

Sakura Kinomoto had the accident when she was ten, NOT eight. I'm sorry if that's a big problem but I just happened to type it wrong. REALLY I apologize. She received the bracelet from Syao on the day before the last day of her departure but it doesn't say in the first chap.

TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR!

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Chapter 6: A Smile

            Syaoran stared at the picture one more time, holding it tight in his hands, remembering those precious moments of Sakura and him. He stared into those beautiful emerald orbs of Cherry's and looked at the photo again, searching for his lost soul that was locked inside of Sakura's forever, and somewhat leaned closer to Cherry, but thought better of it.

          "Saku-I mean, Cherry, do you know what Sakura Kinomoto look like?" Syaoran asked.

          Cherry shook her head. She had only known that they were in the same plane together, and that she died—and Cherry herself didn't.

          "You're an exact replica of her face. Her royal highness, I mean. 23rd to the throne of Japan, and the emperor's own distant cousin—the one and only—Sakura Kinomoto. She was also the only heiress to the Kinomoto Grand Hotel, the most prestigious hotel in all Japan—sadly now run by Kailie Corcus, cousin to Fujitaka Kinomoto." Syaoran finished proudly, and then sighed. "But she died eight years ago in a plane accident…"

          Cherry's eyes loosened as she examined the boy's face. Suddenly she felt of the curiosity of why he cared about Sakura Kinomoto so much—no matter what he describes of her. "Li… um, why do you care about Sakura Kinomoto so much?"

          Syaoran looked shocked. "I thought you were smarter, Kura. How can you not have even figured it out by now?"

          Cherry's face flushed as she put on an offended expression. "Maybe because I am dense, or maybe, I have not even tried to figure it out!!"

          Syaoran smirked, followed by a soft chuckle. "Isn't it obvious that I loved her when I kissed you?"

          "You kiss girls all over the school." Cherry argued.

          "Not really true. That is just a stereotype about players like me. But I have only been kissed three times." Syaoran admitted.

          "Pathetic. You are a total, pathetic player who won't even admit that he'd been kissed by hundreds of girls. And just when I thought the better of you, you go and attack my thought again, and make me despise you." Cherry said in contempt.

          "I have not been kissed by hundreds of girls. Just been slapped by hundreds of girls. I have only kissed one girl, maybe two, including you." Syaoran said mindlessly.

          "Oh yeah? Just who would ever kiss you?!" Cherry asked, her face getting hotter by the minute.

          "Ah-ha! You face is even redder than your flaming hair!" Syaoran teased, and placed the picture he had held so carefully on her desk. "Sakura Kinomoto kissed me, twice, and then there were you, a totally identical fool who had me fooled."

          "I AM NOT A FOOL." Cherry warned and grabbed Syaoran's shirt by the collar.

          "You know what made me love Sakura so much?" Syaoran asked gently. Cherry had only just noticed the distance between them, barely an inch away. And as his icy amber eyes bored into hers, she widened her eyes in shock.

          "WHAT?" she asked grumpily.

          "Her courage to stand up for what she believes in."

          For a moment one neither talked, and reluctantly, Cherry let go of Syaoran's collar, and hesitated for a brief moment before she could open her mouth again.

          "A-Are you s-suggesting that I-I might be Sakura Kinomoto?" Cherry asked.

          "Hadn't I made my point clear in the past two days?" Syaoran said sarcastically.

          Cherry thought for a moment. "What was Sakura to you, anyways?"

          Syaoran paused. As the happy and scarce memories that flushed across his head, he began, rather emotionally, "I remember, that whenever I was sad and gloomy, Sakura would cheer me up—she had the smile that would light up a room."

          She had the smile that would light up a room… Cherry thought carefully. Where had she heard that from?? The nurse? The bus driver? Tomoyo? Question marks stacked upon her as Syaoran continued.

          "She was my first love. I promised to never love anyone other then her even though she made me promise to have lots of girlfriends." Syaoran sighed.

          "So you kept your promise—in a way—but you didn't keep the one you secretly had yourself?" Cherry asked, interested.

          "Not true. See, I kept my promise by having so many girlfriends whose names I can't even remember, but in my heart I knew—that I could never love anyone again but her." Syaoran saddened by the moment. Cherry looked at him in sympathy and patted him softly on the shoulder.

          "I was hoping—I was hoping that the minute you walk in, you would remember me, so I kissed you—even though I knew in my heart, that Sakura Kinomoto is dead, and that you might not be the her."

          "Oh." Cherry nodded. "Did she make a promise to you too before she left?"

          "Yes." Syaoran said abruptly, and turned his face away.

          "Well… aren't cha gonna tell me about it?" Cherry smiled. Syaoran looked at her face of complete innocence—she had the smile that would light up a room.

          "She promised that we would one day meet again, but she didn't keep it." Syaoran finished off unwillingly, avoiding Cherry's anxious eyes.

          "What if she did keep it? What if she's back??!" Cherry asked.

          "That may be. You might be her." Syaoran said observantly. "You have got her looks…"

          Cherry smiled. Again she lifted up his spirits and made him like her even more. "I think this belongs to you, Syaoran Li." Cherry took something from her backpack and dropped it carelessly on Syaoran's hand.

          "Catch'ya later, Li!" Cherry laughed, and left for the exit. Syaoran glanced at the clock, and found it 4:30 already. He then looked down at the cold metal that she had just dropped him—it was the necklace that he ordered for Sakura. A silver, heart-shaped necklace with the initials S.L. + S. K. Forever.

          S.L. + S.K.

           Forever…

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          "Did you hear?" Natalie squealed excitedly to her friends. "The school is having a dance this Friday!"

          "Omigosh! I have just the perfect outfit!" Another cheerleader, Kristen, squeaked. Syaoran pressed his hands against his ears. He was growing tired of the constant squeals and screams of his girlfriend's girlfriends, and a growing anger was rising inside of him. He glanced over at the other sides of the table, where Cherry, Tomoyo, and another popular group of friends sat. He admired them so much that he'd do just about anything to be with them.

          "Syao-darling," Natalie said smirking, "aren't you going to ask me to the dance the day after tomorrow?"

          "No." Syaoran answered before he could think. "And I think we should break up now."

          "WHAT?!!!!" Natalie screamed. The whole school grew quiet, their curious eyes shot forward toward Syaoran.

          "Yes. WE ARE breaking up." Syaoran muttered. "Definitely breaking up."

          Cherry, who had just sat down at the opposite end of the table, slapped her hand so hard on the table that the noise of it rumbled the whole school.

          "There goes that Kura girl again." The students wooed.

          "Don't you dare break up with her just because she asked you a question!" Cherry snapped.

          "That's none of your business, retard!" Syaoran murmured angrily. "She's the longest person I've ever gone out with. Besides, she's too fat for me."

          Cherry's face grew hot. "First of all, one day and a half is not long, you Li idiot! Second of all, you're breaking up with a girl because she's too fat?!"

          "You think so too?" Syaoran asked sarcastically. Natalie looked between the two, and burst into tears. Cherry hurriedly stepped up to Natalie and patted her on her back.

          "You stupid jerk. After all that you promised Sakura Kinomoto, I'm sure she didn't mean for you break every single girl's heart!" Cherry argued.

          "Oh yeah? Why do you care so much for her?" Syaoran asked.

          Cherry stared blank. Yeah… why did I care so much for her? She glanced hotly toward Syaoran, whose stubborn amber eyes shone ever so brightly under the lights, and suddenly, she felt a strange frisson running about her. She was falling deeper and deeper into a steep, dark canyon that has no end to it.

          Yeah… why do I care so much of that stupid Kinomoto??

          She had the smile that would light up a room…

A/N: I dunno if this chap's really good or not… I hope it's good tho… neways, RR!!! Must do!! 'k?