AN: I know it's been a long time since I updated this story, so I hope that all of you forgive me for the very late chapter twelve. This has been one of my most enjoyable stories to write, mainly because of the simplicity of it. And I think the improvement of my writing was shown through this story as well, although I know I still have a lot of work to do when it comes to my writing techniques.

Anyways, thank you for all the reviews. I never thought this story would be so popular! Well, enough chitchat and let's get to the story.

Rated: M for Mature do to sexual content and language.

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura and its characters belong to Clamp. Plot and original characters of this story belongs to me.

Geisha Girl

Chapter Twelve

Sakura entered her apartment, tired and cranky and depressed on a sunny Saturday afternoon, the contrast making her want to scream with frustration. She just got rejected for another job. Why were people so narrow-minded? The only words that escape her mouth were "I used to be a geisha" and the employer would immediately reject her, most likely thinking that she used to be a prostitute, just like thousands of other people do.

Maybe she should just be stripper. She knew she could easily get a job at a strip club.

She frowned. What was wrong with her? Thinking of such things . . .

She removed her sandals and, barefooted, walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. She was doing good, financial-wise, so far. It's been about a month since that dreadful day when she had decided to leave Syaoran, and she had a sufficient amount of money in her account that had allowed her to find a nice, tiny apartment- two bedrooms, one bath- and she had been able to find some furniture at discount stores and garage sales, although she did have enough money to buy a few new pieces of furniture, such as a bed. She couldn't afford to buy all new furniture until she got a job, but, damn it, no one would hire her! Her money would probably last a few more months, and she needed to have a job before all her money ran out.

Especially with her pregnant.

She placed a hand over her belly. After not getting her period when she was supposed to, she had taken three pregnancy tests, and all of them had been positive. She had gone to doctor just to make sure, and it was confirmed. Sakura knew she must have gotten pregnant after the day of having that violent fight with Leiko. No way could she still be pregnant if it had happened before then.

Now she was being hit hard with morning sickness, and odd cravings. She sighed, leaning against her counter. She knew she should tell Syaoran. He was the father, and had a right to know about the baby growing inside of her. But she just couldn't tell him, at least not this soon. She was still too depressed, too in love with him. She needed to ensure that when she told him, she wouldn't break down and cry or lose control. Besides, Syaoran probably wouldn't care about the child anyway, and Sakura didn't know if she would feel comfortable having her child being raised around him. She wanted her child to know that she or he was loved, and if Syaoran couldn't provide that love, well then Sakura will refuse to let her baby anywhere near him. She could take care of her child alone. The second bedroom could be the perfect nursery for the baby.

Someone knocked on her door and she walked towards it, sipping her water. She unlocked it and opened it.

"Saku-"

She sputtered her water, spraying it all over her unsuspecting visitor. The bottle fell from her fingers, spilling it all over their legs, but she didn't care as she slammed the door shut and locked it. She leaned back against it, her breathing labored, hands on her chest as she tried to calm down the beating of her heart.

"Sakura, open the door."

What was Syaoran doing here? How did he find her?

As if reading her mind, he said "I tracked you down through realtors and advertisements and I hired a PI."

She bit her lip. What did he want?

"Please go away" she called, and she almost winced when her voice came out wobbly. "I-I don't want to see you."

"Liar."

Tears burned her eyes. Hasn't she cried enough over him? Why couldn't she just stop loving him already?

"Please, just go away."

"Sakura, I need you to listen to me, okay?"

She said nothing, merely hugged herself as he continued speaking. "Sakura . . . Sakura you don't know how much you leaving me has affected me. I have never felt so lost, or so alone, until you walked away, giving me back your ring and making it clear that I couldn't give you the one thing you wanted, the one thing that you deserved. You saying you love me was the most satisfying thing I have ever heard. It felt right, made me feel like I was on top of the world. But you're right. You do deserve more than just me caring for you, that you needed more than what I was offering." There was a pause. "Sakura, I can give you what you deserve . . . I love you."

Sakura gasped. "What?" she whispered, her heart pounding harder than before.

"You taught me that love existed, that it was possible for one to feel this emotion, that it wasn't an illusion. Damn it, Sakura, I love you so much it hurts, and I know that's corny and predictable, but it's the truth. I made up as many excuses as I could to deny that I had fallen in love with you, saying to myself that I just care for you, that I just wanted to protect you from Totsuda and that's why I wanted to marry you. But now I know I wanted to marry you because I love you. I want you back Sakura so we could spend the rest of our lives together. I'm not just saying that because I have a bruised ego, because I don't have a bruised ego, only a bruised heart. And only you can make my heart feel better. So please, sweetheart, open the door."

Sakura felt like she couldn't breathe, her eyes wide and brimming with her unshed tears. He loved her? Was it possible that the man she loved, loved her in return? It couldn't be. He had so many beautiful women surrounding him, who had been more willing to sleep with him. And she was just an ex-geisha girl. But then, why had he tracked her down? Probably a bruised ego, but he just said that he didn't have a bruised ego, and even if he did, that wouldn't have been enough for him to say he loved her, would it?

"Baby? Please open the door . . . Please . . ."

She touched her stomach. Baby. The baby's father tracked her down, and was here proclaiming his love. Maybe her baby could have a real family, with both parents loving him or her. That was if he truly did love her . . .

But something in her believed him. Something in her just knew that every word that left his mouth was true. That something was what made her unlock her door and open it slowly.

He stood there, a solemn expression on his handsome face, wearing a buttoned-down T-shirt and jeans that molded his hard, muscled thighs, his masculinity clearly revealed through his powerful body. He has never looked so beautiful to her.

"Do you really love me?" She whispered, needing to know for sure, needing to know that this was truly happening to her.

He nodded. "I do. I love you, Sakura, and I always will."

She let out a sob and threw herself at him, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her against him, hugging her tightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you" she whispered.

"And I love you" he whispered back. Hearing him say the words she has longed to hear for weeks was the most precious and beautiful moment she had ever experienced. He pulled her slightly back, framed her face with his hands, and kissed her, and they both poured their love into their kiss.

He broke the kiss and breathlessly said "I love you, Kinomoto Sakura, for everything you are. You are my sun, my world, my universe. Without you I'm nothing. I want you to be the mother of my children. I hadn't done it properly the last time I asked this, and even now I should be down on my knee but-"

Sakura's eyes shined seeing him take out the ring she had given back to him from his pocket. The diamond shone in the sunlight. "Will you marry me?" he murmured softly.

"Oh, yes" she whispered, and she smiled as he slipped the ring back on her finger.

"Never take it off."

She shook her head. "Never" she agreed, and she drew him into her apartment, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He followed, closing the door behind him with his foot. They wrestled out of their clothing. She broke the kiss to remove her shirt, leaving her upper body bare, since she wore no bra, before kissing him again. Frustrated with the buttons on his shirt, she tore it open, sending buttons flying. She removed his shirt, and ran her hands over his bare upper body, his muscles rippling under her hands.

Syaoran unbuttoned her pants as they stumbled backwards until she hit the wall. He slid down her pants and underwear before cupping her bottom and lifting her. She raised her bare legs and wrapped them around him, completely naked. She felt feverish, fire spreading all over her body as she impatiently waited for him to unzip his pants.

Her breathe caught as she felt his flesh slowly enter her, her womanhood accommodating him easily. He groaned, and she knew he missed making love to her just as much as she missed making love to him.

"I can't be patient, not this first time" he whispered, beads of sweat breaking out across his forehead, his eyes fiercely narrowed as he entered her to the hilt.

She shook her head. "I don't want you to" she whispered. "Love me, Syaoran, love me . . ." She mumbled before kissing him, and he moved swiftly inside her, his thrusts driving deep and hard, her back thumping against the wall, but she didn't care.

She writhed to match his thrusts, and she dug her nails into his back as she climaxed fast and hard, moaning into his mouth, and shuddering in his arms.

A moment later he buried his face into her neck as he gave one final thrust and let himself go, hot little cries muffled into her neck as his orgasm rushed through him.

Her apartment was then quiet except for their heavy breathing. Sakura ran her hand through his hair as he trembled, calming him down.

Voice muffled, he muttered "I forgot to take off my shoes and my pants are now resting around my ankles."

She laughed softly, still a little breathless. It was several minutes before he moved, lifting his head away from her neck and staring at her, his face filled with possessiveness and satisfaction. "You drive me crazy, Ms. Kinomoto Sakura" he murmured, still inside her.

"I think that's the same thing you said to me the first time we made love" she said, smiling.

"I did? Oh, well. That only proves that it's the truth." He captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss, one that aroused both of them gradually. "Do you want to try the bed, now?" he softly asked against her lips, his sex hard and snug inside her

"Why not?" She managed to say, and with a strained chuckle he stumbled them both into her bedroom.

- -

Sakura's head rested on his chest, her finger making invisible shapes on his hard stomach as his own fingers ran up and down her back, her blanket over their naked bodies.She has never felt so happy in her life.

"I'm pregnant" she suddenly announced, figuring that she might as well tell him now. "It's confirmed."

His hand stilled on her back, along with the rest of his body. A moment later a cry of surprise escaped pass her lips when he rolled her on her back, getting on top of her. A smile was on his lips.

"You're carrying my baby?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

She nodded, smiling as well. "Yup. And, damn it, your child is asking for the most oddest food combinations I have ever seen."

Syaoran chuckled. "We Li's are always willing to try something new and crazy." He ran his hand over her slim belly, imagining her all swollen with his first child. "You know, I'm not surprised I got you pregnant. We didn't use protection at all that first week we were engaged-"

"That's because you said that it didn't matter, considering that I might have already gotten pregnant the first time we made love."

"True, true, but just in case it hadn't been that first time, we at least know what week our child was conceived." He gave her a crooked grin. "I can just imagine a mini-Sakura running around."

"Oh, really? I can imagine a mini-Syaoran, driving me crazy."

"Or maybe we'll have both. Twins do run in my family, you know."

Sakura giggled. "I don't know if I'll be able to handle two of your children at the same time."

"Ah, don't worry, I'll be there to help you if we do get twins."

Syaoran caressed her face, his face suddenly serious. "You don't know how worried I was getting each day for the past month when I couldn't find you. I was getting frustrated, getting mad, but I wasn't going to give up on you. I didn't care how high my frustration levels rose; I was going to find you if it was the last thing I do."

"You were that determined?" She asked softly.

"Hell, yes. The day after you left me, I had to go to Hong Kong because my mother grew ill again, worse than before, and my sisters couldn't be reached. That's when I realized I loved you, and that's when I knew I had to find you. The first week I tried to find you on my own, but with work and everything I couldn't do it, so that's when I hired a Private Investigator to help me out. He finally saw you yesterday walking from a store, and he followed you here. He gave me the address and I rushed here as soon as I could. No one except those who witnessed our little show a month ago knows that we had broken up. I made sure every single one of them stayed quiet, because I was going to find you and that when I did I would make sure you get engaged to me again." He moved her bangs away from her forehead. "You were just too precious to me to give up on."

Sakura smiled. "I'm glad you found me. I was so depressed, so lonely." She sighed. "I missed you so bad, and everyday I had to prevent myself from calling you. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I would have to tell you, but I wanted to have control over myself during that time so that I wouldn't cry and beg for you to take me back. I just couldn't be with you unless you loved me. "

"And I do, Sakura. I love you with all my heart."

She nodded. "I know. And I'm so glad." She tilted her head to the side. "Did you resolve your issues with your mother?"

"Yeah. We had a mother-son moment, and resolved our issues." He frowned down at her. "My mother told me not to return to Hong Kong unless I brought you back with me."

She blinked. "What? Why?"

"Because Hong Kong is where we are getting married. I just have way too many relatives to ship over here for my wedding. However, it is up to you where we shall live. We could stay here, in Japan, or we could live in my little mansion that I have in Hong Kong."

"You have a mansion?"

"Yeah. It's vacant now, because I have never lived there. My father left it to me when he died, changing his will to my favor as soon as he learned that my mother was carrying a boy, or so my sisters tell me. He owned three different mansions, one in which he gave to my mother, one he gave to all my sisters, and one he gave to me." He frowned. "I never did think it fair that he left me so much money, or a mansion to have alone while all four of my sisters share one mansion. I'm going to divide the money evenly soon, the way my father should have." He nuzzled her temple. "So do you know where you want to live?"

"I don't care, so long as I'm with you."

Syaoran stayed quiet, trying to figure out a way to reveal to her about her family. He stared into her eyes, wondering what she'll say to his confession. He sighed, deciding to just tell her bluntly. "Your father works for me now, and I have his address."

To his surprise, she only smiled. "I know. I accidentally had taken one of your jackets when I left and I found his address. I didn't know he was under your employment, though."

"You're not mad?"

She shook her head. "I understand why you didn't tell me. I said I didn't want to see them, so I understand."

Syaoran didn't want to tell her about Touya, though, since she didn't know she had a brother. He felt like it wasn't his place, so he said "Did you see them? Or call them?"

She sighed, her eyes becoming sad. "No. I couldn't bring myself to. I just- I just didn't want to hear their voices."

"Do you want to know why they sold you?"

"Yes. I want to know why they chose money over me. But I'm scared of what they'll say . . ."

He looked down at her scared and worried expression. "I wouldn't mind if we invited them to our wedding Sakura, if they have valuable reasons for giving you up. I think you should talk to them in order to find out if they do have valuable reasons."

She bit her lip. "I don't know . . ."

He cupped her cheek. "It'll do you a world of good, sweetheart, if you talk to them. I know you have all this anger and hurt buried, and I think you should talk to them so you could finally unbury it, and get some closure."

She said nothing.

"We don't have to go right away, only when you feel ready, okay?"

She nodded but in a worried tone said "What if I never feel ready?"

"You will. Just know that I'll be there with you, okay? I'll be there to support you."

She hugged him tightly, burying her face into his neck. "Thanks" she whispered.

She ended up feeling ready sooner than either of them expected.. After much thinking, she felt that she could see them the next day.

Syaoran drove her to their house, a house that was so different than the one they used to have when she was a little girl. She clenched her hands on her lap, her heart pounding heavily against her chest. The car seemed stuffy, and she felt beads of sweat form on her forehead. She has never felt so nervous in her life, and all she was going to do was speak to her parents.

Syaoran parked the car in front of the house and stared at her. He grasped one of her hands, feeling it clammy. "Everything will be all right, Sakura."

"I don't know if I could do this . . ."

"You can. You're strong."

She placed a hand over her belly. "I feel nauseated."

"The baby? Or is it just nerves?"

"Either. Both." She took a deep breathe. "All right, let's get this over with."

Together they got out of the car and walked up the driveway, one of his hands on her back while he touched her arm with the other. She fiddled with her engagement ring. They reached the door, but she didn't have the nerve to knock, so Syaoran did it for her.

They waited for what seemed like an eternity and she froze when the door suddenly opened. She blinked, staring at the man who seemed oddly familiar. Had they gone to the wrong house?"

"Surprised you're here, Kinomoto" Syaoran stated. "I thought you lived in downtown."

Sakura looked at her fiancée, confused. She then looked at the man. "Kinomoto?" She questioned. Was this an uncle or cousin she never knew of?

The tall man looked at her, and then she suddenly realized why he looked familiar. He was the same man she bumped into a month ago at Dynasty. He seemed to remember her as well, because his eyes flared wide.

"I remember you." He then looked at Syaoran. "What are you doing here?"

"Where is Mr. Kinomoto and his wife?" Syaoran asked, ignoring the inquiry from Touya.

"They are here. What do you want with them?"

"Please" Sakura said softly. "May we see them?"

Touya's gaze returned to the young woman. "Who are you? His mistress?"

"Watch what you say about my fiancée, Kinomoto" Syaoran growled, tensing up and getting ready to tear the man's head off.

"Oh, so this is your fiancée . . ." Touya tilted his head. "She's too pretty for you."

"Touya? Who is it?"

Sakura felt like she couldn't breathe. She watched as a beautiful woman came up to stand next to the tall man, and she knew it was her mother. Nadeshiko hadn't really changed, even though it's been fifteen years since she last saw her. Her hair was black and long, as long as Sakura's, and her emerald eyes looked curiously at all three of them.

"Just Li and his fiancée." Touya looked at his mother, and then glanced at the young lady standing beside Li. It hit him right there the resemblance between his mother and this young woman. Not only did they have the same eyes, but some facial features were the same, and their body types roughly the same as well.
It couldn't be . . . Could it?

Syaoran looked at Sakura. She was stiff, standing straight. "Go on, sweetie" he urged, deliberately not calling her by her name. "I'm right here with you."

Sakura looked at him, and seeing his support gave her the strength to look at her mother straight in the eyes and say: "My name . . . I'm Sakura. Kinomoto Sakura. I'm your daughter."

Time seemed to freeze the moment those words left her mouth. Both Touya and Nadeshiko stilled at her words.

"S-Sakura?" Nadeshiko whispered.

She nodded, her hand clenching Syaoran's. "Yes. It's me."

A sob escaped her mother's lips, and she placed her hands over her mouth, her eyes shimmering. "Sakura . . . My Sakura . . ." Hands outstretched, she rushed forward and engulfed her daughter into her embrace, catching Sakura off-guard. Whatever she had been expecting, it hadn't been a hug, or tears. Did she regret giving her away?

Sakura shakily raised her hands, and hugged her back. At first it was a detached hug, as if they were strangers, but then Sakura gave in and hugged her mother fiercely, her body shaking as she tried to control her sobs, while her mother openly cried, caressing her hair.

Syaoran smiled slightly, touched at the reunion, reminding him of when he reunited with his own mother.

Sakura's eyes, which were closed, opened when she heard footsteps, and through blurry eyes she saw her father. Tall, auburn hair that had tinges of gray, and glasses perched on his nose, Sakura recognized him instantly.

Fujitaka looked at Touya, somewhat concerned over seeing his wife sobbing uncontrollably and hugging someone. He looked at his son. "What's wrong?"

Before Touya could answer, Nadeshiko broke away and turned, hearing her husband's words. "Fujitaka, look. I-It's Sakura. S-she's here, she's okay . . ." Nadeshiko turned back to her daughter and cupped her tear-stained cheeks. "Our Sakura . . ."

Fujitaka looked at the young woman as his wife moved behind her, holding onto her shoulders. He blinked, something like happiness bursting inside of him. "Sakura?" he questioned, unsure, not daring himself to believe to it was his daughter, alive and grown-up.

"Daddy . . ." She whispered, taking a step forward, before stopping herself, as if she wasn't sure if she was allowed to hug him.

So he outstretched his arms, and his daughter took the invitation, throwing herself at him, and he caught her, embracing her, tears of happiness blurring his vision. His daughter was home. His daughter was alive. After years of wondering, after years of not knowing what happened to her, she had returned.

"Oh, my child" he whispered into her hair. "My baby girl . . ."

Touya walked over to Syaoran, a little emotional and unsure over what to do, for his little sister didn't even know he existed . . . Did she?

"Does she know who I am?" he questioned lowly, his voice shaky.

Syaoran shook his head. "It wasn't my place to tell. It's yours."

Touya nodded dumbly, as he stared at his parents engulfing the young woman. He hadn't been given the chance to become attached to his baby sister, so he wasn't overly emotional the way his parents were, but something in him rejoiced over the fact that his sister was okay, and he could finally get to know her.

It was several minutes later when Fujitaka realized that they were still partially outside. Hugging his daughter, he told everyone to come in so that they can talk some more in the living room.

Knowing that her parents would each want to sit next to her, Syaoran sat in a couch next to Touya, while Sakura sat on the other couch in between her parents, neither of them letting go of her hand.

"My goodness, you look so much like your mother" Fujitaka commented, his voice still wobbly.

Sakura smiled and sniffled. "Thank you . . ."

He looked at Syaoran. "How long did you know that I was her father?"

"About a month and a half now" he replied. "I didn't realize you were her father until one of my associates told me that the Ks in your company name stood for Kinomoto."

"How were you sure I was her father?"

"I just . . . Knew. Actually, it didn't even occur to me that you might not have been her father."

"That's why you asked me for his address" Touya spoke, finally putting the pieces together. "Theirs and mine. So you could bring her over here."

Syaoran nodded, and he caught his fiancée's eye. She was looking at Touya, wondering who he was. "I think you should introduce yourself, now" he suggested.

Touya looked at Sakura, and suddenly he grew nervous. His hands grew sweaty, his baby sister looking at him. He was a stranger to her. He smiled. "Sakura, I'm Touya. I'm . . . your older brother."

Sakura's face blanked, completely shocked at what she just heard A brother? She has a brother? But her parents never told her anything about a brother! She looked at her parents, her eyes ping-ponged between them.

Nadeshiko's eyes were still red when she said, in a thick voice, "We never told you about having a brother because we were so poor back then, and we knew that you would want to see him if you ever knew about Touya. You see, we had sent Touya to his uncle's when he was born. At first, we would see him every month before you were born so that he would know who his parents were. His uncle was nice enough to show him pictures everyday of us so that he would know his parents were, and, thank goodness, he did know who we were."

"But then you were born" Fujitaka continued "And we just didn't have the heart to send you away. We couldn't give up another child. At first, we would take you with us on our trips to see your brother when you were a baby, so he knew he had a sister, but money grew tight, and trips to see him became too expensive. As you grew older, we just couldn't tell you about him because it became apparent that you had both me and your mother wrapped around your little fingers. We knew you would want to go see your brother if you knew about him, and we would have given in without a doubt. But then we wouldn't have afforded other things like food or water. You were just so young that you didn't understand about our money problems. So we kept quiet, making you feel like you were an only child."

"I understood, of course" Touya stated. "My uncle would constantly remind me that my parents had money problems and couldn't see me anymore until they had enough money."

"Why didn't you just ask for help?" Sakura asked.

"Oh, we were so proud, not wanting anyone's charity" Nadeshiko answered.

Sakura looked down at her lap, not believing this. "If you couldn't give up another child, then why did you give me away when I was eight?" She asked softly, and her voice cracked, looking at her father and then her mother.

"Give you away?" Fujitaka cupped her cheek. "Sweetheart, you were kidnapped."

Sakura's eyes widened. "W-what?"

"You were kidnapped. The day you were taken away was the day your mother and I had gone to get your brother. I had gotten a promotion at work, and was earning much more money, enough so that I could bring your brother home."

"And I had gotten hired at a food mart so I would have been earning money as well" her mother stated.

"We left you with a neighbor, remember?"

Yes, she remembered. A woman who had been so nice and kind, and took care of her on that dreadful day.

Fujitaka sighed. "When we got home, you were gone. We asked the neighbor about you and she said that a relative had come to collect you. The only relative we had was Touya's uncle. We then knew, without a doubt, that you had been taken from us."

Sakura blinked back tears. She had been kidnapped . . . She hadn't been sold . . . "It was that man that came to see us a couple of weeks before I was taken" she whispered. "He came and said that you guys had sold me, that you knew what he had been saying was true, and that you wanted me to have a brand new life."

"I didn't trust that man from the start" Nadeshiko stated. "He was smitten by you, Sakura, and was entranced by your eyes. He said that if we sold you we would get a hefty amount of money. When you were taken from us, we had a hunch it was him." She smiled sadly. "We looked everywhere for you, we had even gone to the police. But then years went by . . . And we just lost all hope."

"When you built up your company" Syaoran suddenly spoke "Why didn't you use resources to find her?"

"It had taken me several years after she was kidnapped for me to build K and K Corps, with the help of my son and several investors who had been interested in my business plan. By then, I just didn't know where to start. I didn't know where she was, or even if she was out of the country. It was a cold case the police didn't want to reopen, especially with no hints or evidence, so there was no hope of ever finding her." Fujitaka smiled. "But she's here now, and I've never felt so happy until today."

Sakura smiled and hugged her father, feeling so reassured that she hadn't been sold away. She then hugged her mother, a happy feeling bubbling inside of her. She even stood up and hugged her brother, although it was awkward, since they didn't know how to act around each other.

They all then just talked about everything. Sakura discussed her life as a geisha, and how she met Syaoran. Her parents finally felt safe enough to let her go and sit beside her fiancé.

"We really would like for you to come to our wedding" Syaoran said. "We are getting married in Hong Kong and we would like your presence there."

Her parents were thrilled. "Oh, we would like nothing more."

Syaoran even relented and decided to invite her brother, figuring that he might as well come too.

"We're not sure of the date, but we discussed it yesterday and want to get married sometime around next month."

"Why so soon?" Nadeshiko asked.

"Uhh . . . Because if we had the wedding any later, I don't think I'll still be slim."

It took her family several moments of silence before it finally hit them. They finally congratulated the both of them on the coming baby.

Later that night, her parents insisted that they stay over for the night in one of their guest bedrooms. Their house was large, with four bedrooms and two baths. Sakura wondered why they got a house so big, but she figured that if they get a tiny house then it would remind them of when they were poor.

Together, in the guest bedroom, Syaoran kissed her shoulder as they lay on the king-sized bed in the darkened room. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Happy, relieved that they didn't give me away." She turned around in his embrace to look at him. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For finding them."

He grinned. "I didn't actually find them. It was just a twist of fate that I was going to take over their company. So if you want to thank someone, thank the fates."

"Thank you" she said, looking at the roof, as if thanking the fates at wherever they were, and they laughed.

"I love you, Kinomoto Sakura" he whispered.

"And I love you, Li Syaoran" she whispered back, and they kissed.

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Their wedding day came on a bright, cloudless sunny day in September. Sakura walked down the aisle in the church, her white, silk wedding dress clinging to her. Everyone admired her off-the-shoulder collar dress, the sleeves covering her arms. The train was long, trailing behind her along with her veil, which was attached to the tiara that rested on her head. Her hair was loose, hanging near her hips.

The church was crowded with people she had just met, and who she instantly adored. She passed by her family, and she smiled at them, loving them all, and they smiled back. Syaoran's mother gave her a beaming smile when Sakura looked at her, and the shining in her eyes told Sakura that Yelan was happy for this day to arrive, and that she was thankful to her for making her son happy. Sakura had met her not so long ago, but she knew that she will always love her mother-in-law almost as much as she loved her own mother. Zen grinned at her when she passed by him, and she thanked him for having introduced her to Syaoran.

Her father walked her down the aisle, and Sakura looked at her bridesmaids, Syaoran's sisters. They all smiled at her. Mrs. Tokumatsu was her maid of honor, a woman who Sakura became fast friends with, and they smiled at each other. As she got closer to the alter, she glanced at the four groomsmen, all of Syaoran's brother-in-laws, and standing next to her husband-to-be was Mr. Tokumatsu, the best man, smiling at her.

As she reached the alter, her eyes finally landed on Syaoran, handsome in his white tux, patiently waiting for her.

Her father kissed her cheek before letting her go, and she gave her bouquet of French Lace flowers to her maid of honor before clasping her hands with Syaoran's and facing him before the minister.

Syaoran smiled at her, his breathing steady, his heart bursting with love. Looking at her, he was eternally grateful to her for loving him, because it was that love that had helped him learn that love really did exist. And when she smiled as the ceremony began, he knew he would never stop loving her.

He will always be her man, and she will always be his geisha girl.

AN: That's it for chapter twelve. How was it? Oh my God, just the epilogue is next and that's it! I'm gonna miss writing this story, but all good things must come to an end, right? Oh well, please review! And I'll update the epilogue as soon as I can, hopefully sooner than I have done with my other chapters. Ta-ta for now!