A.N. Thanx 4 the reviews!! I still hate my layouts for chapters… but I guess it's really 2 late 2 change now XoX oh well…

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Chapter 14: A Flight

Sakura shook her head, tears down her crystal face. Syaoran had cheated on her again. Seeing a stripper down the street and chasing after her? What the hell was that? If he wanted to ever make up to her, he would definitely have another thought coming. If Sakura ever saw Syaoran again, she would've punched him straight in the face.

Packing her bags and glancing at the clock showing eight in the morning, Sakura sighed. She's leaving Hong Kong today to go back to Tokyo. She has already sent her blood sample DNA to the palace, and was confirmed to 20 agents picking her up at the other end. Meanwhile, Tomoyo hurried in and out making breakfast, and handed Sakura a cute outfit as a souvenir.

"Wow," Sakura exclaimed as Tomoyo sat down next to her on the bed. She had made her a spaghetti-strapped mini-top with pink lines forming into rows on one side and columns on the other; and a pink three-button moon-cut skirt. It was very pretty, and Sakura swore the next thing she would do is to put it on.

Tomoyo smiled generously. "I told Mother about coming to visit you afterwards. She arranged a trip for four people, including her, on the 20th next month. Is that okay?"

Sakura gasped in surprise. "Omigod! Of course it's okay! I'm so happy! That's 30 days from now!" She said as she hugged Tomoyo.

"Sakura," Tomoyo paused as she glanced down at her feet, "are you sure you want to return without notifying Syaoran?"

Sakura stared, her happiness falling. "Tomoyo, he doesn't care!"

"Looks to me like he does." Tomoyo stated motionlessly.

"Tomoyo, he's engaged to that Meiling cousin of his!" Sakura argued as she entered the bathroom to change. She shut the door closely behind her, trying to get everything Tomoyo had just said out of her head.

"He's not and you know it!" Tomoyo raised her voice. "Sakura, when are you going to realize that he loves you?! Meiling is clearly lying! Syaoran doesn't even enjoy being with her! Do you see the way he looks at her? That's called disgust."

Sakura put her mini-top on in silence.

"Sakura, I think that this is your biggest mistake ever. You're avoiding fate." Tomoyo said obviously.

Long, dead silence.

"Sakura?" Tomoyo asked, alarmed. She walked towards the bathroom, and turned the doorknob. An auburn-haired girl stood in front of the mirror, tears running down her face. She turned, saw the purple-haired brunette with her body against the doorway, and pushed herself at her.

"Oh… Tomoyo, you're right. I am avoiding my fate, aren't I?" Sakura asked as Tomoyo sighed, and wrapped her arms around the fragile body.

"Syaoran was a player. He played with every single girl in the school until you came along. You made him feel ashamed of himself for cheating and breaking hearts. You had the courage to stand up for what you believe in and he respected you for that. He wanted to be friends even if you can't be a couple." Tomoyo admitted.

Sakura pulled herself away from Tomoyo. "How do you know?"

Tomoyo smiled secretly. "Syaoran told me. He said that 'Cherry has the resemblance of Sakura', his childhood crush, and that even though you may not be what you were before (bestfriends), he will always love you."

Sakura raised her eyebrows. Silence hung in the room like a ghost. Then, abruptly, she shook herself free from Tomoyo's grasp and rushed out the door, taking her suitcase with her.

Turning, Sakura glared at Tomoyo's gentle shade of amethyst. "Syaoran is nothing but a conceited, sophisticated, deceiving, unforgiving bastard." And slammed the wooden door. "COME TO THE AIRPORT! PLEASE!" Sakura yelled after.

Tomoyo smiled. "Even if they could not be, we will always be friends."

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Syaoran sat at his apartment, uneasy. Glancing at the clock of 8:30am, he reached for a can of soda from the fridge. He had made himself a bacon-and-egg breakfast, memories of last night flooding across his mind like rain.

"Stupid Meiling," he cursed, anger rising. Taking a large gulp from the can, Syaoran carried his tray of bacon and eggs to the living room, and slammed his glass of milk on the tea table.

He placed himself as he has always placed himself—sitting in the middle of the empty couch with a remote control in hand. Then, fingers clambering upward to the "On" button, the TV flashed violently, opening up to the Politics Channel, what he always watches.

"Boring." Syaoran called blankly. His mind raced through the last part of last night at Sakura's house, of how Meiling betrayed him—how she made up those horrible lies. He wasn't at the Four Seasons with that brat Meiling! In fact, he rushed toward Sakura's house after school in his T-shirt (because the heater was on), got lost in the streets, and then it started snowing. He didn't even plan to crash at her place…

Oh great. Now he wished he didn't. If he didn't, Sakura might not even have met that Meiling Trouble-Maker, but then… he wouldn't have kissed Sakura.

Syaoran sighed. "What's done is done." He lifted up his long strip of bacon, stared at it for a long time, and sent it flying across the air onto his TV screen with his fork. "At least I got to spend Christmas Eve with Sakura."

Shaking his head violently, Syaoran ran his hand through his messy hair, remembering what Sakura had said a long time ago.

"You need to tend those better someday," she smiled.

"I will." Syaoran said determinedly, his amber eyes glared at the television screen. "I will for you, my princess."

Walking into the bathroom, Syaoran took a brush out of the cabin above the sink. He placed the brush in his head, raised it above his head, and ran it down on the wild chestnut. Smiling at his looks, Syaoran was very disturbed when the phone in the living room rang.

He threw the brush at the sink, breaking it in half. He threw it with dramatic force as his heart began to tangle with his nerves. Half-running into the living room, Syaoran grabbed the phone, and shouted, "Yo, dude! What up?"

"Li dude?" the other line questioned.

"Duh. Who is this and how'd you get my number?" Syaoran asked impolitely. This is really not the time for telephone calls.

"It's Eriol, Syaoran. I'm calling to tell you that I'm not going with Tomoyo on a date today anymore." Eriol confessed.

"Why the fuck do you need to tell me? I don't care whether you go with that girl or not!" Syaoran asked, annoyed.

"Thanks a lot, Li." Eriol said sarcastically, "I'm calling, because, Mr. Sophisticated, Tomoyo is at the airport." Eriol tried to explain as nicely as he can.

"The airport? What's up?"

"She's there, Syaoran, with Sakura." Eriol said again.

Silence.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?" Syaoran shouted again. "Which airport is she at and what time is it?"

Eriol thought for a moment. "I think… the South one down at Alvander Speedway, just off Highway 94. It leaves at 10."

Syaoran nodded to no one in particular. "Meet me at my apartment. We'll go down immediately. I need your car."

"Okay." Eriol said determinedly, and they both slammed the phone down violently.

Sighing in agony, Syaoran glanced at the clock again. It's longer end pointed at 9. "15 minutes to 9:00am." He said automatically. "Hurry up Eriol."

Fifteen minutes later Eriol arrived at the bottom of Syaoran's apartment, honking loudly. Syaoran merged to the window, waved, and grabbed his winter coat. Shutting and locking the door behind him, Syaoran ran down the stairs, almost falling, and jumped into Eriol's dark-sea-green Nissan Altima XLT (AN: I think… About the XLT part :: dark sea green is very pretty! It's lighter than sea green-yes, lighter, and it's on those Altima's… they look super cool!).

"Let's go." Syaoran commanded as Eriol stepped on the gas. Speeding by 15 MPH, Syaoran stayed impatient, constantly looking at his wrist for the time. Eriol tried to comfort him by saying that Meiling is a bitch that'll do anything to get in the way of Syaoran's business and by saying that his relationship with Sakura will be long before it ever ends. Syaoran listened, but with the loud beat of his heart, he was more focused on other things.

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Sakura and Tomoyo arrived at the North Airport on Jillysumpter Way off of Highway 49, and entered the grand palace-like building with smiles on their faces. Parking the black Lincoln Navigator next to the airport, paying an extra 20 bucks, Sakura opened her eyes to more glory.

"Here's your ticket, Sakura," Tomoyo smiled as she handed a brochure-like ticket to Sakura. Sakura smiled, and taking the ticket nervously, she gazed at the billboard for her flight number.

"618." Sakura whispered. "Flight number 618, Tomoyo."

Tomoyo looked at the billboard marked with 618, and took Sakura by the arm. "That way." She said, pointed to her right.

They jogged toward the flight waiting room, and sat down on the couch. "I can't believe that you're going away like this," Tomoyo said tearfully.

"It's for the best."

"I know, I know. But I get to see you again a month later, right?" Tomoyo asked cheerfully.

"Of course!" Sakura answered as she gave Tomoyo a high-five.

"Promise you'll still have time for someone like me?" Tomoyo cuddled, looking at Sakura with her puppy-eyes.

"You bet!" Sakura smiled. You bet…

Tomoyo, promise me one thing. Don't let the third person you bring be Syaoran…

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"ERIOL!" Syaoran shouted. "Stop, stop here!" he pointed toward the drive way at the South Airport of Alvander Speedway. Eriol stopped immediately, and rushed Syaoran to the door.

"Man, it's 9:25 already!" Syaoran sighed impatiently. "What is Sakura's flight number?"

Eriol took out a little notebook, raised his eyes in horror, and glanced sideways at Syaroan.

"What. Is. Sakura's. Flight. Number?" Syaoran repeated dangerously. "I don't like the look on your face Eriol."

"I-it's 618." He said.

"618?" Syaoran raised his eyebrow as he stared hard at the billboard. "618. That was Sakura's number last time when she was 'accidentally' killed. 618… I don't like that number. Hold on, why isn't 618 here??!!!!!"

Eriol gulped. "B-because… Syaoran, I think we're at the wrong airport."

Syaoran turned to face Eriol, his eyes glaring with anger. "We what?"

Eriol nodded as Syaoran grabbed the collar of his coat. "Then which airport is it?"

"U-um… the North one?"

Syaoran sighed and let go of Eriol's collar. "Guess fate was just messing with me." He turned around to walk out of the glass doors.

"That's not true!" Eriol argued. "We could still make it in time if we hurry!"

"It's on the other side of town, Eriol," Syaoran sighed, "and it's already 9:30am. Face it, Eriol, it's over."

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"Flight 618 now boarding, flight 618 now boarding." The announcer said on air. Sakura looked at Tomoyo, and smiled. "Don't worry. I'm just going to stay a little longer. Until the last minutes."

Tomoyo grinned gratefully. "Oh thank you, Sakura! I'm sooooo going to miss you!"

"Me too," Sakura admitted. She scanned across the whole waiting area for signs of a messy chestnut-haired boy, but found none. Guess Syaoran's cheating on me after all, she thought painfully.

"What are you looking at, Sakura?" Tomoyo asked concernedly.

Sakura whirled around, trying to look innocent. "What do you mean?"

"Are you looking for Syaoran? I didn't tell him your plane was today. I thought you didn't want to see him." Tomoyo said sadly, regretting.

"Oh him? I've forgotten about him already!" Sakura reassured, though her heart disagrees with her mouth. "I don't ever want to see him again in my whole life!!"

Lord knows that's a lie.

"Really? So you're not avoiding fate?" Tomoyo asked.

"Avoiding? Not avoiding. What difference does it make?" Sakura laughed nervously. Syaoran, you are the biggest asshole on the planet of this earth!

"Flight 618 now boarding with a five minute warning. Repeat, Flight 618 will take off in five minutes." The announcer repeated.

"Oh, Sakura, it's your plane." Tomoyo said tearfully.

"Yeah… I better go. It's already 9:55. What could happen now?" Sakura admitted sadly as she held her suitcase once again.

"What's inside?" Tomoyo asked. "It seems light."

Sakura grinned mysteriously. "Your letters, our pictures, you and Eriol's video message, Natalie's goodbye gifts, the DNA evidences, the outfit you made for me, and a bracel-that's it." Sakura said hurriedly.

"And a what?" Tomoyo asked.

"Nothing." Sakura lied. She hugged Tomoyo one more time, then after promise after promise, she promised Tomoyo again to see her one month later.

Heading for the entrance to the plane, Sakura looked back once more. Tomoyo stood in the middle of the empty room, a handkerchief glued to her face. She smiled, and disappeared behind black curtains.

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"Eriol? Are we there yet?" Syaoran asked.

"Yeah. Let me pull off here." Eriol said as he parked his car behind a black Lincoln Navigator. "Look, there's Tomoyo's SUV!"

Syaoran didn't say anything but jump out of the Altima, and ran towards Flight 618's waiting room. The clock pointed 9:57, and as Syaoran finally found his way, he saw Tomoyo alone, standing in the empty room, crying.

Syaoran rushed up to her. "Tomoyo! Thank god, where is Sakura?"

Tomoyo turned around, her eyes red. "She left two minutes ago."

Syaoran let out a swear word, and jogged towards the man in uniform standing next to the black curtains.

"I need to see someone, PLEASE!" Syaoran said desperately.

"Ticket please." The man said monotonously.

"Sorry, I don't have one, but it's a matter of life or death!" Syaoran shouted.

"No ticket, no entry."

"GRR!! Can't you just understand?! The girl of my dreams may never see me again?! PLEASE BE CONSIDERABLE! I swear I will come back!"

"Ticket, or I'm calling security."

Syaoran ran his hand through his messy hair in agony. Thinking fast, he punched the man in the face, leaving him unconscious, and disappeared amongst the black curtains.

"Sakura!" Syaoran said on the top of his voice. "Sakura, wait!"

Sakura was on the steps to the airplane when a familiar voice sounded in her ears. She stopped dead in her tracks, turned around, and saw a boy in front of her, breathless.

"Sakura… I'm sorry! Nothing happened last night! Meiling—she was lying!" Syaoran argued. Sakura stared at him.

"You're too late, Syaoran." Sakura said emotionlessly, a single tear falling down her face. Syaoran stretched his head to wipe it off, but Sakura turned away.

"But since you're here, I'm going to leave you with a smile." Sakura said as she did her best to force a smile.

Syaoran gazed at a sea of emerald, and whispered, gently, "That's all I came for. It was your smile that lighted up my world."

AN: whew! Glad that was over. Neways, you asked for longer chapters, so here they are!

Syaoran didn't actually come to see Sakura smiled. He just came because he thought that he would never see Sakura again… that's why. Neways, thanx 4 all the GREAT reviews! Don't hesitate to review again!

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