I AM BACCCKKKK FRRROOOOMMMMMM VVVVAAAAYYYYYYYYYKKKKAAAAAYYY!. I am never again flying by myself. I hate planes I dont know how the movie stars do it. woot, woot. Wow this is doing reeeeelie good O.O liek whoa. 4 chapters and 70 reviews? Liek ZOMG! I'm guessin u guys liek it. :P s'all guud cuuuuz im not complaining. N e ma ways dudes and dudettes I will not be posting for 3 weeks or so because I am leaving the country for, 3 weeks. Im scared shitless of planes but i'll deal wit it :D I WILL CONTINUE THIS STORY.So please, no one think that im not and freak out on poor lil me. Love it while ya can. And i was just disgusted by my cousin just now...Dont ask, Im babysitting my sister, cousin and his 2 friends sooo basically I have five hyper, 10, 9, 8, and 5 yars olds on my hands, while I am trying to write. Guh, help meh.

BTW, if i make a mistake-o u no why ;) Oh and the last chapter came out soo messed! it was liek all weird! I tried fixing it but couldnt and thought it would fix on buuuut i guess it didn't...

REWIND: "Wow, can't wait to tell the kids." Syaoran said from behind her as she threw a dirty look over her shoulder. "Mommy was in jail." he grinned widely while she walked away faster muttering something along the lines of; "One good kick and you'll never be able to have any kids."

Her father was evil. Her family was evil. Her best friend also turned out to be evil. Her freakin' future-husband- dude was BEYOND evil. Buuuut, you all knew that. Sakura was at the moment sitting crossed legged on her bed while her best friend and brother walked around her room, packing for her. She had refused to pack anything and leave her dad's house because she was just not leaving, dammit. Those were her exact words also, but of course it didn't help since she was fighting a losing battle. Said losing loser was glaring at the two people through narrowed eyes which wasn't bothering the two in the least. Oh no, in fact her brother was throwing insults at her withoug missing a beat or wrinkle in the clothes he was folding for her.

"Sakura please, don't do that face. You look like a constipated Pug." this just caused her to glare more. How she was related to this brain dead moron was beyond her.

"Must get my looks from you." she replied hotly crossing her arms. Touya glanced up at her from the shirt and raised an eyebrow.

"You wish to have these looks." she almost fell off the bed when he said that but refrained from doing so. Which took much effort.

"Come on Sakura," Tomoyo piped up trying to sound cheerful. "We have our own place now! Just think this is the last night you'll be spending in this house!" Instead of having the desired effect that Tomoyo was well, desiring, tears welled up in Saku's eyes.

"Last one?" she squeaked looking around her room.

"Yeah!" Tomoyo added nervously seeing the mood her friend was about to get in. "Just think! No more smelly, annoying Touya!" Sakura looked over at her with glassy eyes, tears ready to spill over at any moment, both hardly noticing the offended 'Hey!' from Touya at Tomoyo's comment.

"Last one?" Sakura repeated and Tomoyo said a quiet 'oh no."

"Daddddddddyyyyyy!" Sakura cried out flinging from the bed and tears rolling down her cheeks. Both Touya and Tomoyo heard sobbing coming from the hallway and everything was quiet.

"Yupp it's gunna be good." Touya said smacking his hands together and rubbing them. "I wont have to deal with that anymore." and he cheerily went back to packing clothes while the black haired girl watched on.

That night Sakura lay in her bed staring around at her things in the dark. She grew up in this house, this was where she learned to walk, talk. This was the room she slept in while she was in a crib with pink walls and Disney toys everywhere. This was the room where her mother came into when she was afraid of the monsters under the bed or in the closet. This was the room where her brother stuck fart bombs in when they were teenagers. This was the room...That held all her most precious memories.

As she stared around she took in everything, even the little things that she never paid much attention to but knew they existed. Every groan in the pipes and random 'tick'. Every feel of her blanket and the stain in the carpet where she spilled half a jar of foundation when she was in that 'makeup crazy teenage' stage. Her walls were painted an almost dark purple. Her dresser was painted white with gold ivy desgins here and there. Her walls where countless boy band posters were before were covered in large farms filled with pitcures of her friends and family. Her books shelf and vanity table, even that quirky toy she got before she could remember. The way her jewelry hung out from her jewelry box onto the dresser, which was littered with so many other things as well. She never imagined such small things to suddenly feel so important to her.

The veil over her bed was swaying slightly in the light breeze from her open window, breaking her from her thoughts. She was just going to have to deal with it wether she liked it or not. So, as she lay on her bed in a navy blue t-shirt and shorts, tangled up in the blankets, staring into the dark while finding it hard to breathe with the humidty and the fact that everything she knew and loved, she was leaving behind.

Syaoran was much in the same boat, except it wasn't the fact that he was leaving stuff behind, it was the fact that he felt that his freedom was being taken away from him. He and his family moved around a lot so he had learned never to get attatched to something too long. But, as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling he felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest. He took a deep ( frustrated) breath in and let it out quickly, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but no such luck. His stuff was all packed for the 'place' his mother, aunt and 'future in-laws' bought for them. But, he wasn't going down this easily, oh no, he'd make that girl hate him so much that she'd tell him to leave, giving him his freedom back. No one, and he meant no one, forced him to do something he didn't want to.

On the other hand Tomoyo was sleeping a long time ago figuring that a good nights sleep would get her ready for her new house-home whatever! She was just so happy that it was happening! If she was awake she would of done a happy dance but, of course she was snoring away, a bunch of fashoion magazines littering her bed and floor.

Eriol was still up playing video games in his room where no one had entered in years maybe. His floor was a sea of mess, his walls covered with posters of girls and it smelled as if something had died in there a while ago. It seemed that this whole moving in crap wasn't bothering him at all. Then again, if things worked out this chick girl would just be another one he got a free fu-nnnnnnnnever mind. Let's move one shall we? So these completely different people have their lives mixed into eachothers, which sucks bum in Sakura's opinion.

That morning was quiet and lazy just as every morning is, but, that was soon about to change. A loud ear piercing shriek woke the birds, squirrles, chipmunks, raccoons, skunks, even the bird eggs cracked.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! You can't make me! I thought you were on my side!" Sakura cried holding onto the door frame while her brother yanked around her middle trying to get her out of the house.

"Come on, midget! Time to go to your new house, without me in it." he would of smiled too if he wasn't trying so hard to get Sakura to let go of the damn wall.

"No! Please! How do you know he's not some crazy-mad-killer who wants to hack me to pieces and then put me in a bag and throw me in the river where I'll rot forever and no one will ever find me because I'll be dead and then you'll feel guilty because I'll be dead and it'll be all your fault for not listening to me and then I'll be DEAD!" she said without breathing and speaking so fast Touya actually stopped and stared at her.

"...What?" he asked confused. He shook his head and then yanked at Sakura once more causing her to finally let go of the wall with a shriek.

"Nooo! You can't make me!" she tensed her body kicking her legs madly while her brother carried her to the front door.

Tomoyo stood waiting outside with Han and his pickup truck ( which was still damaged compliments of Sakura) where they would load their things. As another loud bang and shriek sounded as well as a deeper yell, Han and Tomoyo winced and looked at eachother.

"What d'you thinks goin on?" Han asked Tomoyo who looked over at him worriedly and shrugged her shoulder, not really wanting to find out.

Back inside the house Sakura continued fighting even though, as usual, she was losing. She suddenly remembered something from Oprah on self defence and she stopped moving causing her body to become heavier with dead weight. Touya who was carrying said person, widened his eyes as his sister became really heavy and he practically dropped her on the floor. Once she was on the floor Sakura scrambled and took hold of Touya's leg, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"Please don't make me go." she pouted while looking up at him as he glared down at her.

"Go.Now." he said harshly no compassion in his voice.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" she said to him smiling and fluttering her eyelashes. She was met with another glare and her answer.

Touya started walking towards the door with Sakura still attatched to his leg causing him to look as if he was limping. Sakura felt like she was five all over again but realized they weren't playing. It was then that Sakura resorted to desperate measures. She opened her mouth annnnnnnd...bit Touya in the leg. He immediatly stopped and yelled ( it wasn't manly to scream) and grabbed his leg.

Tomoyo just stared at the front door which was closed at the moment with wide eyes. What in the world was going on in there? She guessed it was bad since Han ran in there and they hadn't come out yet, if anything there was more noise in there and she wondered how much money it would be for three funerals.That thought was soon gone however when the front door shot open and the back of Han was seen. He was walking backwards struggling with something and someone was yelling and screaming. Upon further inspection she saw it was Sakura, Han was holding her ankles while Touya held her arms. She was twisting and squirming, giving the guys as much trouble possible. Tomoyo opened the truck door quickly as they literally threw Sakura in and shut the door when she sat up and bang on the window, her screaming and yelling muffled from the glass.

"Well that was an adventure." Han said gasping and rubbing the back of his neck.

"She's all yours. Tomoyo, good luck and please call me if she kills herself or the guy." he smiled cheerily as he walked up the path to the porch where his dad stood watching with sad eyes.

"Oh boy." Tomoyo said under her breath as Han went to sit in the car and Tomoyo waved nervously at Touya and his dad. This was not going to be pleasent.

Tomoyo got in the car, squishing Sakura between her and Han who started driving. She looked at Sakura who's arms were crossed, was glaring, and pouting. Her hair was a mess, sticking up in places it shouldn't and looking like a rats nest. Her clothes which consisted of a simple draw string black pants and a pink tank top were out of place and wrinkled. As Tomoyo looked at her she saw her tanned skin had red lines here and there, it hit her then that it was scratch marks, from her or her brother she didn't know. The silence was killing her as she fumbled with her new purse which she wasn't soo excited to show Sakura anymore.

"Kura?" she asked meekly knowing to be as gentle as possible with the girl.

"What!" she snapped her arms still crossed and glaring, except the glare was directed to the black haired girl.

"Uhm...Hi?"she smiled weakly while Sakura slumped against the seat tired and frustrated.

Syaoran had stopped at Eriol's house to pick him and his stuff up. When he stopped his car at the side of the street and saw Eriol standing on his porch with at least ten boxes, at this Syaoran's mouth opened and eyes slightly widened. As Eriol walked down to the car, carrying the boxes Syaoran rolled down his window and leaned over the passenger's seat.

"Do you really need all that!" he asked as Eriol opened the back door and threw his stuff inside.

"Yes, yes I do." and he turned around to grab his other boxes. Syaoran looked at the back seat where it was covered with half of his own stuff and saw Eriol's tumbled all over the place, his things coming out of it.

"Shit man, don't you think it's bad enough I'm being forced into this shit, and then I gotta deal with your ass?'

"Nah, I would make it worse but you'd beat the living shit out of me while I was sleeping."

"Just shoot me." Syaoran replied banging his head against the head rest.

"Again, I would, and gladly, but I think it's illegal." Eriol said seating himself in the passengers seat. Syaoran shot his cousin a dirty look and Eriol just smirked and said. "Shutting up."

"I swear to God I'm gunna ram this car into a pole." Syaoran grumbled starting to drive holding the address to their new 'house' in his hand.

Sakura sat in the middle of the empty house with her legs and arms crossed. She was not going to have any part of this, none at all. Tomoyo and Han just walked around checking the place out, and glancing at Sakura every so often mentally shaking their head. Damn she was a stubborn person. The house was actually quite cozy and spacious. It was small compared to what other people had, but the four of them were only starting off so it really didn't matter. Tomoyo found out that there was three bathrooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen, t.v room, dining room, small office like room thingy, one closet for shoes and coats downstairs and another upstairs for towels and such. Other than that, this place was no big deal.

So, Sakura continued sitting in the t.v room which was in the back of the house staring at the boring, cream coloured walls. Tomoyo was trying to get her attention oh-so subtly, but it wasn't working. Tomoyo started trying harder to gain her friends attention, but was still being ignored so Han decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Oh Sakura, why don't you be a good girl and get your stuff." he said only to be met with the meanest glare he'd ever seen. Okay, so being nice didn't work, time to get a bit dirty. "Alright, fine then, be that way." he sighed dramtically putting on a pouty-ish face. Sakura's glare was softened a bit when her forehead furrowed in suspiscious-ness. ( You all must love these words I'm making up :D) "I'll just throw your clothes into a trash can and proceed to light it on fire."

"You wouldn't" Sakura breathed out her mouth dropping slowly.

"Wouldn't I?" Han teased, grinning evilly. "Remember, I grew up with your brother." that was it, Sakura was off the floor and already almost to the door. Of course mumbling in the old Sakura fashion that was all hers.

"Nice job, but you wouldn't actually burn her clothes would you?" Tomoyo asked as if they were sharing a good joke while setting another box on the floor next to him.

"Nah, too dangerous." Han sighed and Tomoyo nodded her head in agreement. "Last time we burned all her clothes she went all freaky like, and made us buy her a new closet full, with matching purses and shoes, and she wore our best clothes until we bought hers." Tomoyo stood there stunned, so thats why she never let her borrow those really nice heels.

Tomoyo and Sakura were taking their things from Han's truck as a few movers brought in the bigger stuff; beds, couches, tables, the works. All four's parents had pitched in to buy them their main things until they were on their feet. So, I guess you would hafta be sorta grateful for what they did, but then you would have to forget that they were actually forcing Sakura to live and marry this poor exscuse of a man who would, most likely, drive her insane, and lead her to an early death. So as the two girls heaved, and hoed their pretty heavy boxes, a sleek black car made it's way down the road and began to slow as it neared the house.

"No, no. Why? How come they didn't get a flat tire, or, hit a cat or something. Even better, the engine blow?" Sakura asked Tomoyo desperatly who was suddenly all smiles. Ahhhh, the dream wedding she had planned since she was nine years old was coming true, complete with peach coloured bridesmaid dresses.

"Oh shush Sakura, be nice. After all you did pick him." Tomoyo reminded her friend who was having a case of memory loss.

"I did not!" she yelled offendedly but it went ignored.

Sakura began to rapidly pray under her breath that it wasn't them and it was just some random people who were slowing down because they wanted to see what was going on. Of course, her prayers went unanswered as the car moved to the side of the driveway and parked, soon after the sound of the engine being turned off was heard. Sakura groaned while Tomoyo claped her hands and moved around the truck allowing the guys to see her fully.

Syaoran held the address in his hand and looked up at the small sized house and glanced at the number just to make sure it was the right one. Yupp, it was, Fourteen Meditera Cresent, then again the moving truck was a dead give away. Just as Syaoran parked the car that other girl with the black wavy hair ran around the huge pickup truck smiling and lifting a hand in the air as a sign of greeting them. Both men thought she was attractive enough, simple even except that her eyes were that odd colour that made it hard to tear your gaze away from her face. She was dressed nicely capri's with fitted a t-shirt and running shoes, nothing over the top, pretty ideal for all the movement they'd be doing today.

Eriol moved to the back of the car grabbing his things and so did Syaoran, who wasn't soo happy at the moment. He heard the wavy haired girl tell them where the put their things as they followed her to the front door. Just as Syaoran was wondering where the Shrimp was she suddenly appeared. She was leaning over a box as if looking inside it and all he really saw of her was that wild hair. He didn't think he ever saw hair like that before but figuered it would be a pain in the ass for him, dealing with clogged up sinks and bathtubs and all that hair product crap. She moved her upper body up, throwing her head up causing her hair to flip back and she was surprised when she saw the product of her hate standing there and watching her. He saw her as she clenched her jaw and rested her hands on her hips, hips a girl that size shouldn't have.

This was probably the first time he took a good look at her. She was short, that was definatly the first thing he noticed, but she was fleshy. She wasn't like the skinny model thin girls he usually dated, but she wasn't Shamo the whale either. She was also curvier than most girls he dated, and he figured it was a plus. The clothes she was wearing allowed him to see everything. Black draw string pants and a simple pink tank top that hit her hips. Everything just hugging her the right way. Her feet were tiny, as well were her hands and he took into mind the slightly chubby fingers she had. Syaoran allowed himself to smirk at that as he continued his judgement. Her stomach was flat, but definatly untoned, her chest, well let's just say he was pretty happy bout that part, and her face wasn't so bad either. Her eyes were what struck him though, big and green, curious, yet full of life, and at the moment filled with hate and anger, but he was pretty sure he'd see a lot of that still. All in all, she just wasn't the kind of girl he was used to dating, or even the kind he never took a second glance at. Thinking about it now, he wondered ' How come?'

"What, the hell are you staring at?" she said hands still placed firmly on her hips.

"Nothing much Shrimpy." he said moving foreward and into the house. Sakura picked up her box and followed him inside.

"Took a nice, long look for someone who wasn't looking at 'much'." she countered once they stopped where all the other boxes were.

"Well, actually I wa-Ahh!" he was cut off by Sakura dropping the extremely heavy box on his foot, smiling evilly at him.

"Oops, sorry bout that." she said kicking the box away while he glared at her. While she was kicking it however, she accidently on purpose kicked his already hurt foot, pretty hard.

"Ow! What the hells wrong with you women!" Syaoran yelled down at her, feeling like if she wasn't a girl she would sooo get the beats right now. Sakura meerly smirked and walked down the hall.

"That was for making my life a living hell." she said as she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Don't worry sugar cakes." he said in a fake happy tone as he stood straight. "That was my plan, and f stepping on my foots all you got, then damn I feel sorry for you." he said leaving Sakura to glare at nothing and cursing herself for having the last word.

oh and people were asking me why Sakura fainted when I clearly stated that Sakura was not the fainting type. She didn't faint. She pretended to so she could jet tha hell outta there! Makes sense now seeee cheeky grin Lol as i was writing this i was thinking about my own family, and so being the bored little person i am i caounted how much family i have. I have 33 aunts and uncles...lets just stop right there and imagine how many cousins i have... One of my uncles has 13 kids, yes, 13. From two of my great aunts, only two of them i have 48 second cousins! MI GAWD!

But yes this chapter does not have much choice but iom soo tired! I got home today at 3:30 am and never slept on the plane then wen i got home it qas already liek 4:30 and i only slept for 2 hours so im beat man!