Third chapter! W00T! Yes, the plot continues...who knows what'll happen next?

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"..." - Talking
italic font – Thinking, flashback

... moving scene

(...:A/N: ...) – Auhors Note

Tell me about yourself

Syaoran was looking carefully at Sakura's tree-castle. It was, a tree house shaped like a castle, obviously. There was a small table with chairs, the perfect size for a girl about 7...not 14 and a half. He shrugged. It probably had some sort of, uh, significance. Otherwise it wouldn't be there.

The castle was decorated cutely, in shades of pink...the same shades on cherry blossoms.

"Lots of cherry blossoms in a day," he thought.

"Sholan! Hiya!" the princess was staring at him curiously. When had she gotten in? How absent-minded had he been?

"Princess," he lowered his head the way servants did towards him.

"I thought you might be lonely, so I decided to pay you a small visit." She grinned, a breeze moved her hair, like rustling autumn leaves... god, why did he always think of autumn leaves when he saw her hair?

(A/N: in the first chapter he also thought of autumn leaves when he saw her hair the first time)

"But if my small castle seems interesting enough, I shall leave."

"No, don't." he said "I am certainly feeling lonely and that is something the pinkness in your tree house can't cure."

Sakura went pink.

"So you were paying attention to it!" she looked at him triumphantly, he wondered why.

"Well, only because I was bored, Princess," he said quickly. He didn't like being laughed at.

"Ah, never mind." She moved and sat beside him, to his surprise. "Now, tell me something about you."

"My memory still doesn't...uh, feel well."

"Oh well then. Sholan, you're away from your family...don't you feel lonely?"

She looked at him curiously and pitifully at the same time.

"I have learned to fend for myself, over the years." He replied quietly.

"I see. That's something I would like to become skilled at. I just feel so lonely...I am lonely at the moment, you know. My father has gone because of the war against China. Have you any idea of how much I despise war? So many people get killed..." she jerked her head and lowered her eyes "And it has stolen all my family from me, basically."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my father has left, and my brother left to learn the use of swords, bow and arrow and so on at the age of 11. To prepare for upcoming wars. I have hardly seen him since then. Only short periods, you know, Christmas and so on. I miss him so much." She sighed quietly.

"And he's on the war right now?" Syaoran asked jealously.

"Yes...I remember the Touya days, you know? He liked to come to my tree, bring his friends over. It was horrible! They made such a mess! Sometimes, the Cherry Castle,-"

Syaoran interrupted.

"Cherry Castle?"

"You're sitting on the Cherry Castle at the moment." He nodded "Anyway, sometimes, the Cherry Castle would get really invaded with boys. But father made sure they went away...no one in Japan can enter here. It's my special place." She smiled a beautiful smile, which made him want to smile too

"But you still miss your brother? Even if he...uh, vandalized your Castle?"

Sakura chuckled.

"'Vandalized' seems just too tough. But we did spend fabulous times...chasing each other, rolling around the spring blossoms in the garden...If it wasn't all snowy I'd show you how to do it. You'd love to, I'm sure."

Syoran smiled sheepishly.

"Your turn now."

"Huh?" what on earth was she talking about?

"You don't expect me to do all the talking, do you?"

"No, of course not, Princess..." he said glumly, he didn't want to talk. "I think I have family too...I'm not quite sure...sisters, I think. I remember girls running around all the time."

Stop, he thought, don't speak too much or you'll give yourself away.

"Sisters! You mean lots?"

"Lots of voices...jump into my head. I don't remember how many."

"That's too bad," she replied unhappily. "Did you have many friends?"

"Friends?" Syaoran thought for a moment. He'd never had many friends; probably he was between shy and icy most of the time. "Not really. I guess people didn't really...see a good friend in me."

"Why?" Sakura frowned "I see a good friend in you!"

Syoran blushed madly, unlike himself. Sakura seemed to notice.

"You're recovering colour! Isn't that great?"

"Definitely." He said through gritted teeth. Although blushing did make him feel warmer. "Thanks for your cloak. It's certainly...uh, helping." He wrapped even tighter than he already was around the bloody coloured cloak. "So what about your friends?"

"Mine? Well, father tried making me be friends with other princes and princesses...but they're always so...stubborn, so mean, so systematic...they kind that believe bossing around servants is the way things should be done, you know..."

"I don't." He was one of those that believed on bossing around servants! "How should things be done?"

"Well, you just say hello and stuff, and beam at them a really nice beam like this...see, that'll brighten their day, specially when its midwinter like now, you know, and they'll like you better too."

"Really."

"Really. You asked about my friends...well, my closest friend is called Tomoyo. She's one great friend! She's not royal, you know...but she's noble, a daughter of a very rich man. He's allied with my father against China, you know."

Bet that's the only reason King Fujitaka lets you be her friend, he thought, but remained quiet.

"And...she's so awesome! She likes making clothing sketches, you know? I had this really old dress you know, and it was torn and old, and so un-stylish, and she asked me for it for a few days, and when she gave it back, well she'd added all this laces and cool stuff! It looked so new, and wonderful! I used it in the next ball and counted the times people mentioned the beauty of my dress. You know how many? 17!"

Out of how many guests?, he thought sarcastically

"She seems like such a great designer," Syaoran replied.

"You think so, Sholan? I'm so glad!" she beamed at him "If you want, I'll bring it to you tomorrow so you can see how nice it is and admire it yourself."

"Oh, no need for that! It would probably get...uh, dirty and uh, wrinkly." Stupid Syaoran! You hate girly dresses! "Please don't. I'd hate to see your dress ruined."

"You are so sensible, Sholan. Thank you."

Every time she said "Sholan", Syaoran felt a sting on his heart. He wanted to scream out his name. But he couldn't. He mustn't. He wouldn't.

Sakura broke his thoughts apart.

"I can hear my stomach grumbling."

Gosh, Syaoran's had been grumbling forever basically!

"I'll bring you something from dinner ok? I'll do my best!"

"Thanks so much, Princess." His stomach begged for food. He hoped he would see it soon.

Third chapter...done! .:ticks off:.

So, their friendship is building up...you can see that they've started to know each other...Sakura seems more friendly, too...But Syaoran hasn't had friends before, so I guess he's got an excuse. XD

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