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Syaoran's POV (yes, back to him already)

"No. No way. Absolutely not."

"Aw, c'mon Syaoran . . ."

"No. No, no, no. No."

Eriol opened his mouth to protest, but I cut it with a swift "No!"

The leader grinned. "But Syaooooooraaaaaan, I can't teach her! I'm too busy preparing for the raid!"

"No. I pointed a finger at Eriol's nose. "No. Freakin'. Way."

Sakura grinned. "Why not?"

"You're enough of a trouble as is. Absolutely not!" I made an X with my hands in front of my chest. "No way in hell. Besides, I'm not nearly as good as Eriol!"

"Bah! Lies!" Eriol scoffed. "As leader, I command you to teach her!"

I glared with all my strength.

"You're an evil, evil man . . ."

"Oh, the shame!" Eriol slapped a hand to his forehead dramatically. "For that, my cute little descendant, you will train everyone."

"You horrible reincarnation . . . I'll get my revenge, you hear me? Someday you'll be in the same predicament, and I'll just laugh and laugh." I 'pouted' and led Sakura out.

She looked at me worriedly. "You won't . . . really get revenge on Eriol . . . will you?"

"Naah."

She blinked, looking surprised. Augh, not those emerald eyes again . . . "Really? But you said—"

"Eh, Eriol and I tease each other all the time." I shrugged, then stretched with my hands intertwined behind my head. "It's a habit, I guess. He knows I don't really mean it."

"So, that's why he kept calling you his 'cute little descendent'!"

I turned my full-on mightiest glare on her. "I . . . hate . . . that . . . name . . . "

She drew back, blinking. I think I scared her . . .

"Hey hey, c'mon! I'm tired of all those glares! I will not rest until you actually smile, and I know the perfect place for it!" She grabbed my wrist and ran off in the opposite direction.

"Huh? Hey, are you sure you aren't gonna get lost?"

Sakura stopped, but only to punch my arm playfully. "No way, silly!" Then, my wrist was captured again, and off we went.

"Ying Fa. What is this." I glared at the large contraption looming over me.

"We're at a carnival, dummy."

I blinked expectantly. She sighed, then grabbed my wrist again.

"Oh, just c'mon already!"

I noticed that she was dragging me towards a large circular machine that looked oddly like a . . . "No way! No no no no no no no!" I struggled to go in the opposite direction. "No ferris wheels! Noo!"

"Aw, c'mon you big baby. It's just the ferris wheel." She pushed me into the box and climbed in. "They're fun!"

"Not for me! Let me out, Ying Fa!"

"What are you, scared?"

"No way! Just very . . . terrified." Oooh man oh man! Why the hell did I admit it?!

Sakura blinked. "You're . . . scared of heights?"

Ah well. Might as well stop denying it. I nodded a fervent yes. "M-my sisters took me on one a few years ago, and I fell off!"

She stared a little longer, then cracked up. She was . . . laughing? Aw, hell . . .

"It's not funny!"

"Oh my god, you're actually serious?! Ha ha, this is priceless!"

"Glad someone thinks so." I clung to the side of the box, glaring at her.

"Wow, what a wonderful view!" she managed once we'd reached the top, then cracked up all over again.

"You are enjoying this. I cannot believe that you're enjoying this!"

When the ride was over, I bolted. Apparently, Sakura had followed more calmly, and found me inspecting a sort of contest. There were three targets painted like bulls-eyes set up in a large corner-field. One was close, the other a little farther away, and the other a sad attempt at being unreachable.

"If you're so smart, what's this?"

"Archery contest." She looked longingly at a large panda. "If you hit all three targets and get all three as bulls-eyes, you get a big prize." Hmm . . .

She turned to look for me, but I was gone. It was almost worth the loss of a couple dollars to see her face when she found me paying the activity overseer.

"What are you doing?"

"Winning you that panda." I nocked an arrow, aimed and shot at the closest target. Bulls-eye, easy.

"Really?"

I paused to roll my eyes. "Duh. Why else would anyone play this game?" I aimed and shot again at the second target. Another bulls-eye, just as easy.

"Whoa, I didn't know you were capable of being nice!"

"Very funny, Ying Fa." I grinned, loosing my last shot. A third and final bulls-eye, yeah! "Panda, if you please."

The guy looked shocked when he handed me Sakura's panda. I beamed as I handed it to her.

"There. Good?"

"Great!" She beamed. Stop with those emerald eyes already! I can't resist green with a pretty face! Oooooh no, I did not just say that Ying Fa was pretty! Did I?

"W-what now?" I looked away, cheeks hot.

"Ooh! There'll be fireworks later!"

"That doesn't help right now . . ."

"Hey, a clown! Um, you wanna try another game?"

"Sure." I bought cotton candy off the clown, handing Sakura one. "Can't go to a carnival and not get cotton candy, right?" I grinned.

"Uhm, let's test our strength . . ." Sakura looked away and gestured to a large meter. I blinked at it, pondering.

"How does it work?"

"You swing that mallet as hard as you can, and it measures your strength."

"Hmm." I blinked again, this time in interest. Sakura noticed that she'd grabbed my hand again, and snuck it back. "Do we get prizes here, too?"

"Sometimes. Huh, after this we'll go see the fireworks!"

"All right." I handed the guy enough money for two, and gave Sakura the mallet.

She hefted it, eyes looking a little too determined. It thunked down, and impact bounced her off her feet temporarily. The little pointer didn't reach the bell, but she still got a prize. "Yay! Your turn!"

I literally slammed the mallet onto the pad. While it didn't reach the bell, it came fairly close. A large stuffed pumpkin plushie was thrust into my hands, which I traded Sakura for the miniature puppy plushie she'd won.

"Hurry up!" She dragged at my sleeve. "The fireworks'll start soon!" She led me to a small hill, with a beautiful clear sky overhead and a pond nearby. So pretty . . .

""Mmm. So beautiful . . ." I breathed quietly, afraid any loud noises would spoil the image.

"You ever seen fireworks?"

"Nope." I sent her one of my more genuine smiles. It wasn't one of my actual genuine smiles, but it was close. "They pretty?"

"Absolutely always."

"Mmm." I leaned back on the grass, thinking. "When do they start?"

"Any minute now." Sakura replied, just before the first firework went off. Red, green and gold burst in sprays of color and noise across the sky.

To be blunt, I was completely awed.

"Whoa . . ." I breathed as a blue firework exploded almost directly overhead.

After the blue firework was silence. Sakura started to stand, assuming it was over. To tell the truth, I was a little disappointed that there wasn't a finale or something.

Sudddenly, five fireworks went off at once. The finale had started after all! I was satisfied, but Sakura was more surprised than anything.

"Hoeeeeeee!" She shrieked and jumped to the side. Which is where I happened to be. "Ah! Hoe! Sorry!"

"Ano . . . it's okay . . ." I was happy for the darkness to hide my blush. "But, um, could you . . . get off?"

The finale continued to boom overhead, and I looked skyward.

"Oh, wow! Ying Fa, it's amazing!" My eyes were permanently glued to the sky. The finale was thunderous, but still amazingly beautiful.

It ended in a flash of color, and I turned to face Sakura again.

"Thanks for forcing me here, Ying Fa!" I smiled, one of my actually genuine smiles.

"Yay! A grin, not a smile! Ah, I mean a smile, not a grin!"

"Guess you did." I laughed. "C'mon, we'd better head back."

"Aw, do we gotta?" Sakura pouted. Don't look at her lips, don't look at her lips, don't look at her lips . . .

"Well, it's not like I can go anywhere until you get off." I raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry! Hoeeee, sorry!" Sakura gasped. "Eeeeeh, sorry!!!"

I laughed again. "Enough, enough. Get off already, I'm not gonna carry you all the way home."

Sakura pouted again, stuck out her tongue and got off. I stood, brushed off some grass and dirt, then started down the hill. She followed, yawning loudly.

Hmm . . . at least I didn't fall off the ferris wheel this time.