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

... moving scene

(...:A/N: ...) – Authors Note

Little more than a week…

A little more than a week had gone past, and even Syaoran had become more talkative. They now spoke of anything and everything…specially the most miscellaneous topics.

"Wars are bad." Sakura had said one day.

"No they are NOT." Syaoran had replied, his face going puffy "It gives men an opportunity to show what they are worth."

"See! See! It's all about men!" she hissed disapprovingly.

Anyone who heard their debates would have been surprised that they were so aggressive when discussing topics, even if they got along really well. And even if at first they seemed to be on opposite tracks, at some point they would start laughing and waving any other feelings away.

"I'll give you an example. A man leaves for war. He leaves his wife and his two children. Did I mention the wife was pregnant?"

"No."

"Well, she was. And so the chap leaves, and in the middle of the cold and wintery war, with the little income the husband has left, the wife manages to barely survive, because she gives all of the food to the children so they don't die. Then the mother dies, and some time later, the children do so too. The husband arrives half-dead to the house, needing his wife's attention…but she's dead! So he dies too."

"Okkk….." Syaoran rolled his eyes "And what is the moral of the story?"

"WARS ARE MURDER! Think of the small baby child on the mother's tummy…he didn't deserve dying!"

"How do you know it was going to be a 'he'? He was never born."

"I'm sure he was going to be a 'he'."

"Oh." Syaoran smiled "And from which source did that story come from?"

He knew this was Sakura's weak point.

"Um……….uh…..well, y'know…" she thought quickly "I only said it was an example…"

"And so the princess' imagination creates the perfect emotional drama."

"Well…yeah…I mean, no! It is based on a real story…yes! I heard it when I was….small…a baby…and I can hardly remember…but…the images, they stay on your head, you know?"

But this was nothing Syaoran couldn't beat.

"So baby Sakura saw the story happening? Just like you saw the child would be male?"

"YES!" she hissed defiantly.

He looked at her kindly, laughingly almost, knowing better than Sakura herself that the story was nowhere near reality…at least not that neither of them knew of. This might be true…but it might just not.

"It's too bad that it was real. It was such a good story that if it had come straight from your imagination, I would admire you truly."

Sakura looked at him in disbelief. What sort of trick was this? What must she do now? Remain loyal to her words and say she had indeed seen it? Or back out and say she had imagined it? What did he expect? What would impress him the most?

"Uh…" she looked into his eyes, his mocking smile softening her confused expression. What would impress him the most?

FLASHBACK

"Honesty is more than a quality…it's a gift. And even the most honest of people sometimes might lie, because they don't want to hurt someone else."

"Has it happened to you, Sholan?"

"What?" he didn't look at her, he didn't dare, but she didn't know this and only thought he was thinking

"I guess…I guess I would really think highly of someone who can keep themselves from lying. It is such a hard task…great are the ones to accomplish it."

END OF FLASHBACK

As she thought of this she didn't realize she was looking deeply at Sholan's beautiful eyes.

"Uh…." She said again. But the memory had made her think of what she must do. She smiled cheerfully and extended her hand. It was Syaoran's turn now to be confused.

"What?"

She extended it again.

"Congratulations! I mean…you beat me this once." He was shocked, surprised. She felt she had made the right choice…and the one he would never expect.

He extended his hand too, and she shook it mightily. His hands were so warm…a tickling feeling overcame her.

"Well, well. A noble princess do we have here." She blushed deeply at his words.

"But don't expect that to happen again! Next time it's going to be me whose hands you'll shake…I'll step on you, easier than on dirt!"

They smiled at each other; each one had triumphed in their own way. And they burst laughing.

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They had also spoken of dreams another day.

"I was like a ghost, you know. And thre was another me, she was sitting next to Tomoyo, who was dying on her bed, and she was laughing so hard! I mean the other me. And the me, the ghost one who was watching the scene, was horrified, and it was crying and feeling bad and horrible and mean because the other me was laughing at Tomoyo's death…"

Sakura paused for just a second.

"So when I woke up, I was sweaty and crying and I went and cried and apologized at Tomoyo because I know I would never laugh if she was dying…" a sigh "What do you think of that, Sholan?"

There was a small pause.

"I think…I think that when you woke up, you interpreted the dream in the wrong way."

"What?"

"I mean…you know. Ack, I don't know where to start…I need to organize my thoughts…" after a moment, he spoke again.

"Look. When you are asleep, your mind doesn't think. So dreams are like a lot of thoughts jumbled up. They don't mean anything, they're just weirdly-organized thoughts…and it's up to us to know what they mean."

"See, I think that for example…you still remember a lot your mother's death. And you might not know it, but it's still there. And so Tomoyo represents someone you love…sort of like your mother. And then the laughter…well, you know how people tell you to think of something happy when you think about death, because death isn't bad? Ok so maybe "happy" for you sort of means laughter. So the Sakura next to Tomoyo was trying to laugh to go over the loss of Tomoyo…but at the same time, the other you thought laughing in a moment like that was bad."

Sakura stared at him in complete awe. He was so smart!

"So…I think it doesn't mean you're going to laugh when Tomoyo dies or anything. It just means…well, it says a lot of what is going on in your head."

'How did he do that?' Sakura thought, impressed. No one had ever spoken to her like that. No one would dare. But Sholan was different…she felt it.

"Wow…" she managed to say out loud. "That was amazing, amazing, Sholan…amazing…"

Before Syaoran could respond, Sakura spoke again, "Have you had any strange dreams, Sholan?"

"Actually…yes." He went quiet for a moment. "Once I had a dream. I was a wolf. A little wolf. But I knew I could do great things, and I trusted myself. So I went hunting in the forest. At first everything was right, but then, men came. Hunters. And all of a sudden they were chasing me and I couldn't run fast enough, and then the fear, the fear, the fear…"

There was a small silence.

"And what did you understand from that?" Sakura asked.

"Well, nothing. I could never understand what it meant. Why don't you try interpreting it?" He suggested.

"Well…a wolf. Hunting. It reminds me of war, somehow. Remember how you said you thought war could make men show what they're worth? Well, maybe there were people thinking you weren't worth it, you wanted to prove yourself. But part of you is also scared that it might go all terribly wrong. Did you fear not being taken seriously?"

"I…" It was Syaoran's turn now to be surprised. It was such a good interpretation! And one he would have never thought of, never…And the part about the war…his family always treating him as if he were a child…it all made sense…it had been a direct hit.

Sakura moved her head forward towards his and looked at him directly. His eyes were so deep this close, they made her insides melt. But they wouldn't keep her from telling him what she had to say…

"Sholan, you are definitely worth it…"

They stood like that, their faces close, looking at each other for a while. There was magic in those moments.

But Sakura's innocent curiosity broke the spell.

"Can't really work out why the wolf though…" she said pensatively.

"Oh, that's easy!" Syaoran laughed. "My name means 'little wolf'!"

A second later, he regretted it. Badly. What if she made the connection? How would he explain? What had he done?

"Is that so?" Sakura replied excitedly, "I think your memory's getting better. That's just wonderful!"

Syaoran breathed again.

"Now isn't it…" and he smiled too.

"It's nice to hear you laugh, you know. You should do it more often."

Syaoran blushed a little.

"Maybe I should."

Sakura waved warmly and left. Syaoran just watched her gently as she left down the stairs.

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