Scattered Memories

Chp:4 What's in a name?

So. I've been so busy lately. But in my spare time I've been writing for you lucky readers. SO I expect at least 5 reviews. Any less and I swear I won't update even if I have the next chapter ready. I'm sorry.. I'm being a jerk now.. how about at least 3. Yeah something like that.. so yes read and review! I do need some input!

"..." Taking

'...' Thinking

(...) My add ins

-...- Location

(BTW: according to my one site Tomoyo is translated into worldly wisdom though, I could have sworn it was some sort of flower..)

-It's been a few days.. Syaoran's place-

-dream-

The air smelt of freshly bloomed flowers and the sun shown so bright it blinded the eyes for a moment. When vision was back, a house came into view painted white and at the top was a window. In the window a hair from a person moved out of view it was long, a brown color, and most likely from a girl. The air filled with a sugary sweet voice, and his mouth moved.

"Sa.." But he stopped and followed a male voice he heard. From behind a corner he listened.

"..And Mama, she told me that for once she didn't have to try to be happy, because when she is with him it just happens. Mom, I think she might… love him"

His heart literally skipped a beat and his eyes turned to those beautiful pink flowers and one flew toward him. Catching the flower in his hand he inhaled the intoxicating scent as he thoughts drifted…

-end dream-

"Syaoran! You really have to stop falling asleep like that! It's very rude." Tomoyo remarked as she sat back in her chair and looked out into the garden.

"I'm sorry Tomoyo.. you know that lately I've been-" Syaoran began to apologize.

"Distracted? Rude? Ignorant? Need I go on?" Tomoyo completed for him as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry Tomoyo." Syaoran apologized again as he wiped his forehead and stared at a pink blooming tree in the distance.

"Yes, yes. Syaoran, I'm going on this little vacation.. for my… book club. We're meeting some author." Tomoyo stated as she shifted her eyes away from Syaoran.

"Oh? Well, how long?" Syaoran asked as he turned expecting to meet her gaze.

"Umm, I believe no more than a week. I think I'll go pack." Tomoyo supposed as her eyes shifted to the left. After a moment, she stood up and went to the doorway.

"Tomoyo, are you sure you feel okay?" Syaoran quizzed, as he looked at Tomoyo, truly curious about her.

"Yes I am. I'll see you around later." Tomoyo answered with a hint of annoyance.

Syaoran pondered Tomoyo for a moment. Surely something was up with her, she was usually such a kind and calm person, very loving. But, recently she had seemed cold, colder than he could ever try to be.. and he was first class at being a cold asshole. Tomoyo was the first person to ever melt away that cold exterior, or at least.. that's what he thinks, and brought the true Syaoran out. It bothered Syaoran in a way that Tomoyo was acted in such a way.

Syaoran let out a sigh, now that he thought about it… Tomoyo was always a mystery to him. She came off as kind and caring person, who would try anything to make anyone smile. But, she always seemed to be too kind.. almost as if she had something she needed to hide. He shook his head, no one would be so nice just to hide something… but like he would really know anything about that type of stuff.

-Elsewhere-

She sat on her heels, in the squatted position holding onto the branch of pink blooming flowers. The wind blew hard, her head of auburn brown hair danced wildly in the room and her white dress waved slightly. Her emerald eyes were starting to fill with tears, but she didn't raise a palm to her eyes… she let the tears flow down freely.

"Sakura, I'm sorry. Have I really been so blind?" Nadeshiko asked as she knelt next to Sakura. She put her hand over the hand Sakura clutched the branch with.

"You really have. Did you know, that Mr. Takeda actually has had a sort of crush on you since he moved in." Sakura gossiped as her eyes dried slightly, no more tears streaming down it.

"Mr. Takeda? Sakura, now you are just teasing me. Do you really expect me a nearly forty-year-old woman to find a boyfriend! Honestly Sakura." Nadeshiko said wide-eyed.

"Nearly forty mom, your not forty yet. And I like Mr. Takeda… something about him seems familiar, besides you guys would makes a good couple." Sakura teased as she stood up slowly.

"I've honestly never taken the time to get to know that man, I've barely ever looked him in the face. Moreover, I don't even know his first name." Nadeshiko laughed slightly as she stood up to face Sakura.

"His name is Fujikura Takeda." Sakura stated in a matter-of-fact voice, "Can we invite him over for tea? So he can meet you, and you guys can at least like… meet?"

"Sakura, honestly.." Nadeshiko shrugged as she went toward the door.

"Is that a yes?" Sakura questioned raising a brow

"It will be, if you promise to look around for someone yourself. You have to at least try to move on." Nadeshiko compromised with a sly grin.

"Mom.." Sakura began but stopped herself. She then began to think, if anyone deserved happiness it was her mother. But, Sakura truly did love Syaoran.. she brought out the best in him and he did the same to her. Her heart was torn, give up love for the mother who loves you or risk your beloved mother never finding love again. ".. No promises, but I will try to find someone.."

"Alright! Now to find you something to wear besides that white.." Nadeshiko exclaimed.

"No! I wear nothing but white, you said nothing about white in the deal." Sakura glared as she looked down at her dress, 'It was the color I was wearing when he left..'

"Hoy, Now on to dinner!" Nadeshiko smiled as she threw an arm around Sakura's shoulder and the went into the house.

'Fujitaka Takahasi.. Fujikura Takeda. Weird, they have the same initials.' Sakura thought but, brushed it off at the mention of food.

-With Syaoran-

"Ahh, all done packing Syaoran!" Tomoyo announced as she sat across from him at a different garden table.

"You must feel accomplished." Syaoran smiled as he tried to make conversation.

"I do!" Tomoyo cheered as she took hold of a newspaper. After a few moments of awkward silence she decided to break it, "Syaoran what's your favorite color?"

"Greens." Syaoran replied with ease, "That's why for Christmas last year I got you that gr—"

"You mean that emerald necklace? That was awfully lovely." Tomoyo said in a somewhat happy tone. Syaoran's thoughts then drifted to the world emerald, why did it sound so.. familiar?

"What do you love about me most?"

"Besides the obvious, those beautiful emerald eyes."

Syaoran shook his head, trying to banish the confusing thoughts. He turned his head toward the gardens, looking at the trees.. those familiar pink branches of blooming flowers.

"Tomoyo, what are those pink flowering trees called here again?" Syaoran asked as he stared at the trees.

"Those? Oh there one of my favorites, Cherry Blossom trees. Sakura, is what they're called." Tomoyo said as she looked down at the newspaper.

"Sakura…?" Syaoran repeated. Then his head went swirling, his thoughts were in a storm. All his ideas and memories were bustling in the hurricane of his head. In the eye of the storm, he saw something. It wasn't clear and it was far off, but he still saw something—someone. A face with light brown hair and emerald eyes.

-END-

Frickin, sweet. End story, til next chapter.