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ChiChi's Note: Hello patient readers! I'm quite hyper at the moment... probably because it's 2 in the morning. This story keeps me up waaaaay too late lol. So I didn't check over this or improve the vocabulary or descriptions at all once again. Iapologize for the realy bad job, but at least you guys got another chapter. So yes. Enjoy!

Locket

He laid her down gently on her lumpy bed and covered her up with the blanket that was carelessly tossed onto the floor. He held onto her hand as if it were his lifeline… He let out a laugh, which contained a hint of self-pity. Lifeline.

His eyes roamed across her body, committing to memory every inch of her. His almost soulless eyes made their way to her neckline, where he saw nothing but flawless skin. He lowered her hand onto the bed then went to rest against the wall. He tilted his head back and stared at the cracked ceiling as his fingers delicately touched the glistening item at the bottom of his pocket. He looked back at her sleeping form then moved his sight away to search for something else to keep him busy. He laid his eyes on the sketchbook on top of her table. He strolled across the room and stared at the last thing that she was drawing. A smirk appeared on his face as soon as he saw it. She remembered it.

"She's good at drawing isn't she?" commented a hollow voice.

He cast his gaze over his shoulder and saw a little girl sitting on the kitchen counter tracing her index finger gracefully around the rim of one of a cup that was left there. "How long has it been since we've last spoken?" he murmured.

She jumped off the counter and made her way towards him, "I'm not sure anymore."

She reached over his arm and flipped the page on the sketchbook. It was now a picture of a cute couple smiling warmly as they sat beneath a cherry blossom tree. The boy, he recognized, but the girl… was this the same one from the mansion? Ah yes, he remembered her; the one trying to find proof that she was gone. He clenched his fists while his blood boiled. He took one more look at the girl, "She's going to make her forget everything."

The girl gasped and stared at the drawing with horror in her eyes. The innocent orbs then darkened and she turned away from him, "Then we shall fix the problem won't we… Eriol?"

The sound of something dropping onto the desk grabbed her attention. She turned and saw a silver necklace. She then glanced at him with that smirk on his face. She frowned and grabbed the necklace; "I hate it when you smirk."

Sakura sat in the chair by the window waiting for Syaoran to come home. They had bought a new house together before the wedding. She scurried over to the large cedar armoire and excitedly peeked into it for the eighth time since she returned to the mansion. She beamed at the sight of the white dress hanging there then closed the door on it. She couldn't help but squeal in delight, "I'm getting married in four days!"

All of a sudden a black object flew right past her. She turned her head and saw that it was another butterfly that had infested her house. She followed it out of her room and into the kitchen. There it gracefully landed on an old book on the counter. Sakura gasped, 'How did that get here? I left it back at the mansion!' She opened it and read the last entry.

'Today my necklace broke. I was crying for so long and Eriol couldn't figure out how to calm me down. He told me that later this afternoon, he would bring me out to explore the town and that I should bring the necklace with me. He promised me that as soon as we were done looking around he would fix it for me. That's what makes me love him so much. He tries his hardest to make me happy even if I don't deserve someone as good as him.

I suppose I should write a letter to my mother before we go out into the town. I don't know where the post office is though…that may be a problem. I went out to look around yesterday with my camera, but I didn't happen to pass by one, but I did manage to take some really nice pictures, but none of them are as nice as that one picture that was taken of the both of us. I hid it from him, for if he ever found it, he would state that he drained my true beauty from the picture then get rid of it. He's calling me now, until next time.'

Sakura pulled out a piece of paper and wrote three main parts of the entry. She turned and leaned against the counter, "What could have happened to them?"

"You ask too many questions, that could get you killed you know," a low voice came from the other side of the counter.

"Syaoran, are you sick?" she asked as she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

Her eyes grew big as she set her sights on the person behind her, "E-Eriol."

"So you're the girl little Syaoran's marrying," he eyed her as he stepped through the counter and placed a finger under her chin. He lifted her head towards his, "Such a curious young lady aren't you? You shouldn't be going through her diary. You will stop trying to clear Tama's name."

Sakura shook her head, "N-no. I d-don't know what kind of spirit you are, but Tama's my friend, and I'll do what ever I can to keep her happy."

A dark aura appeared around him and a forceful wind began to blow in the house. Sakura looked around her as everything went flying around. Eriol made eye contact with her and stared straight into her eyes, "You will stop."

Sakura's scream was heard, and then there was nothing.

Tama sat in the clearing staring at him. She still was unable to see his face, but she continued to watch him. He entranced her. In his hands, he held a silver locket. The clasp had broken and he worked on repairing it. His slender fingers delicately handle the object as if it were a precious family heirloom of some sort. His head rose from the bracelet and looked in her direction. She smiled at him then looked away. She heard his laugh, which made her smile even more. She knew that there was some kind of connection between her and this enigmatic boy; she just couldn't figure out what it was. He took her hand and placed something in her hand then placed a kiss on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "I'm going to draw something for you. It will cheer you up," he whispered, "Wait here."

She stared at him as he began to climb up the cliff. She tilted her head in confusion, "Cheer me up from what?"

"This will only take a couple of minutes then we'll go back home," he yelled down at her.

Tama's eyes shot upwards at him. He was leaning over the edge waiting for her to say something. Suddenly his face flashed before her. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, "It can't be!"

"TAMA! Wake up!" a hasty voice shouted.

She opened her eyes weakly and saw someone standing over top of her. His amber eyes stared at her with much concern, "Sakura… I think something's wrong with her."

She got out of bed in an instant, "What happened?"

"I'll explain on the way, just get your coat."

Tama nodded and rushed over to her dresser. She picked up her coat and headed towards the door. "Oh, wait you dropped your necklace," Syaoran bent over and picked something off the ground.

Tama gave him a confused look, "I don't think I have any necklaces."

Syaoran dangled a necklace in front of her face. Tama gasped, "Oh God."

Syaoran placed it in her hand impatiently and headed out of the cabin. Tama stared at the locket in her hand, "That was a dream… wasn't it?"

Tama stared at Sakura's pale face and blank eyes, "What happened Sakura?"

Sakura blinked then turned to Syaoran, "Syaoran I'm thirsty."

He nodded and left the room. Tama gave her friend a hug, "I'm sorry Sakura. I must have fainted in the mansion. I don't even know how I got back to the cabin. This probably wouldn't have happened if I didn't leave the room."

She felt Sakura place her hand on her shoulders and lightly push her away, "What mansion? What are you talking about Tama?"

Tama tilted her head, "You know, Syaoran's cousin's mansion."

Sakura gave a lifeless giggled, "I didn't know that Syaoran had a cousin, well other than Meilin that is."

Tama didn't know what to say. It was as if all the events from earlier in the day had vanished from her memory. "Uh, I'm going to go see if Syaoran needs help. I'll be right back Sakura."

She got up and headed downstairs to the kitchen, "Syaoran she's forgotten everything that has happened today," she called out.

"I know," Syaoran stated.

She entered the kitchen and stared at her surroundings, "Whoa."

Everything had bee tossed out of place. There were papers scattered all over the floor, glasses broken, and chairs flipped over. She looked over at Syaoran who simply shrugged. Tama sighed, "You go and take care of Sakura. I'll clean up the mess okay?"

Syaoran nodded and went upstairs. Tama knelt down and began sorting the papers. They were mainly letters from their families. She felt a bit jealous of them. Having letters sent from their families. She wished that she could just receive a letter from a family member, but she didn't have any. She stacked them up in a neat pile and reached for the last piece of paper crumpled up underneath the counter. She flattened it out and placed it on the top. It was Sakura's writing and only had a few lines on it:

He told me that later this afternoon, he would bring me out to explore the town and that I should bring the necklace with me.

I suppose I should write a letter to my mother before we go out into the town. I don't know where the post office is though…

…One picture that was taken of the both of us. I hid it from him…

Tama observed the lines carefully. They must have been from the girl's diary. She unconsciously folded it and placed it in her pocket and continued cleaning. Maybe it would help her in the future, since Sakura had forgotten everything about it. She realized that it was so quiet. She couldn't even hear Sakura and Syaoran speaking anymore. She shivered a bit feeling the temperature in the room drop a bit. She got up and went to check their furnace. She walked down the hall towards the door but stopped as she passed by a mirror. She looked back at it then reached into her coat pocket. She pulled the locket out and placed it around her neck. 'I wonder how long I've had this for. I don't remember it at all,' she thought. She touched the pendant and tried to open it, but it seemed stuck. 'This seems familiar somehow.' She dug her nails into the opening but it wouldn't budge. She closed her eyes and sighed, "How frustrating."

She opened the letter hastily and read its contents. Her vision was blurry and her eyes stung of tears. Why was she crying? The letter read: I'm waiting outside. She examined the letter inch by inch but didn't find the sender's name. Instead, on the envelope was a name. She couldn't figure out what it was. It had been a while since she had read something in English. All she could make out was. M- I- two letters that she had forgotten, T- a round letter- M- another round one- Y- and another round one. She thought long and hard as to what the letters could have been but she couldn't seem to remember. She always had trouble reading in English, though she was very fluent in English right after she had lost her memory. The lack of practice caused her to forget it. She reverted to the letter written in Japanese, "Outside?"

She continued down the hall soon to realize that she was in a familiar setting. God only knew how she managed to make her way to the front door without even thinking. She opened it and peeked outside, letting as little cold air in as possible. She saw someone standing in the dark field up ahead. She slipped out of the house and walked towards the figure. As soon as she got half way there, the person vanished into thin air. "Wh-What? Where did he go?" she asked herself.

She turned back to the house and realised that it was the same white house from her dream. This was the same field. Everything was the same! A meow came from bellow her. She looked down and saw a black cat playing at her feet. "Spinel?" she called out and the cat mewed in response.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, making her shriek in shock. Many sleeping butterflies flew up from the flowers bellow them then made their way back to their original spots. The arms around her tightened and the person behind her rested his head on her neck. She heard the person behind her chuckle, "Did you miss me my dear?"

Tama opened her eyes and struggled for breath. She fell to her knees panting. She held on tightly to the necklace as she mentally calmed herself down. She had no idea what she had just witnessed. Was it another memory from her past? Did she just trail off deep into her imagination? The amnesia was getting to her. With every second that passed by, she was getting more and more visions, but they didn't answer at thing. "I need to figure out what's going on before I go crazy," she whispered.

Her body ached all over. She felt stiff and couldn't lift her body. She looked up and saw a pair of purple eyes staring back at her. It was a smaller replication of her. Maybe from when she was fourteen or maybe a bit younger. The difference was that her eyes were colder… emptier. The young girl placed her icy hand on Tama's face, "Everything will be alright, just bear the pain for him for a while."

"W-who are you?" Tama demanded in a frightened voice.

They both heard footsteps coming down the hallways. The girl turned her head to the side, showing a big wound on her temple with blood running all the way onto her beautiful dress. "You're bleeding!" Tama reached out to mend the wound but the girl stepped away, "So are you."

"Tama? Are you okay? Where are you?" Syaoran's voice called out.

Tama sat on the ground speechless. She felt numb under the gaze of the little girl. Who was she? Tama removed her hand from her locket and extended her arm out to her. Her eyes laid themselves on her bloody hand, but after a second they were on the girl again. The girl curtsied, "Thank very much for the hot chocolate. I'm sorry I never got a chance to drink it."

With that she faded into the walls. "Wait!" Tama sprung up and touched the wall with her uninjured hand. She stared at the wall trying to figure out what she was going to do next. She stared and stared at the one spot until she began to notice it changing colours. She stepped away from it and gasped. The wall was bleeding; forming words. Her eyes sped across the oh-so-familiar sentence:

My love for you will never die, I love you my black butterfly.

She tore her gaze away from the wall and onto the floor where she only saw a black marking on the polished hardwood. It was the same pattern that had been haunting her for quite some time now. She looked up at the wall then down at the drawing. "He was going to draw something for me," she whispered.

Her breathing quickened at a dangerous pace. She ran her fingers through her hair. This couldn't be happening! Why? What did she do in the past that would cause her this much trauma? She felt so dizzy. Everything spun around her like it did in this one point in time. That perilous memory felt so clear right now, but what was it's meaning? She couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much for her. She felt like screaming. Screaming for the one person that she needed the most. Tears began spilling from her eyes as her nails dug into her scalp. She was scared, "Where are you?" she cried out, but no one answered her, "ERIOL, HELP ME!"

ChiChi's Note: And that's that. I wanted to make it a little wierder, but my creativity has beenlimited to thisduring this long tiring week. I must say that I am unfortunately displeased with this, but I know, no matter how long I keep it, there's no way of fixing it. Sigh. Anyways review!