D/C: Nothing from Tsubasa Chronicle is mine

Based off of a very random but fluffy moment in the TRC movie when Sakura kisses…. Syaoran's eye?!

In this chap, Sakura does not have all of her memory, and they're in some world or another, I'm not so big on details ).

Princess linnea: this isn't really a story, just random scenes each chapter about Sakura and Syaoran

Bandage and a Kiss

It was mid afternoon when Kurogane stood, picked up his sword, and walked over to Syaoran. Syaoran was polishing his sword with care, thinking of what his father would say of such a fine object. But Kurogane had no such time for nostalgic thoughts, and without a second thought at all, poked Syaoran squarely on his head with the butt of his sword.

"Shiny things don't do anything. Let's go train." He insisted, sounded for all the world like a little boy.

"Kuro-pon, let Syaoran have some rest, he's perfectly fine in swordsmanship." Fai murmured, making a face at Kurogane.

"Kuuuro-pon, Kuro-pon! Won-won!" Mokona 'barked' in a squeaky voice.

Kurogane winced and hissed through his teeth."And now if we stay any longer, I'm going to stab someone. Let's GO!"

But Syaoran was already getting up, obediently as he answered, "Hai, Kurogane-san." And the two left, but not without Syaoran glancing at Sakura, who didn't notice.

Mokona entertained itself by barking 'won-won' a couple more times, and then turned to see Sakura playing with a green pear. She had a habit of doing that, and her friends decided she was simply thinking. It… he… Mokona realized she had been silent the entire time.

"Sakura! Why didn't you stop Kuro-chan?" he wailed.

Sakura blinked in surprise and seemed startled, "Eh? Oh, hello Mokona-chan. Uh, was I supposed to? Kurogane-san wanted to train and Syaoran-kun wanted to go with him."

Fai looked at her from the corner of his eyes and said slyly with a cheery smile, "But you could have spent some time with Syaoran-kun." Every word dripped with obvious hints and shoves, but Sakura managed to miss the majority of its meaning.

"Eh?" But she blushed.

That evening, as Fai, Mokona and Sakura were setting out dinner, Kurogane and Syaoran returned. Kurogane looked pissed as usual, but seemed contented somehow, and Syaoran talked cheerily and made it seem like being beat into the ground by Kurogane-san was great fun. Both went upstairs to freshen up, and then came down for dinner.

"Fai-san, could you pass that bowl over there?" Syaoran asked, politely, but Fai tipped his head to one side, with an expression of stubborn confusion.

"What, Syaoran-kun?"

"The bowl, please."

"Why don't you ask Sakura-chan? The bowl's closer to her." Fai was obviously enjoying himself.

Syaoran sighed, and then redirected his request. "Sakura-hime, could you pass that bowl?"

Sakura smiled, and did pass the bowl. If she had had all her memories, she would have happily passed the bowl, and then said something about if Syaoran liked the food or not, or something like that, small talk. Syaoran thought of this, and inwardly sighed with sadness and helplessness, because he watched Sakura now as quiet and timid. As everything she had not been before. Her heart was still the same, and Syaoran loved her for that, but she had been so lively before.

That all went out the window of his mind as he dropped the bowl. Sakura had held it out, and as Syaoran took it, the bowl had poked a cut on his hand from the training today.

"Ow." He said, quickly and quietly, but it was too late. His hand jerked, and the bowl of rice and stuff dropped, spilling all over the ground. He immediately started cleaning it up, apologizing, but Sakura seized his hand.

"What did you do?" she demanded, inspecting the cut with a tone of concern.

Ah. There's the old Sakura. "Nothing." He said, innocently, but Sakura would not hear of it. After dinner, Sakura dragged Syaoran up to her room, despite his protests, and dragged out a much used medicine box Fai had given her. How helpful Fai was, and she sometimes wondered why.

"Really, Sakura-hime, I'm fine." He insisted, but as Sakura dabbed at his wound with a swab, he twitched as it stung.

"Even if it's small, you should still take care of it. This is all I can do for you, Syaoran-kun, while you're out there fighting to protect me." Sakura's hair hung over her face as she carefully wrapped Syaoran's hand in a bandage, obscuring Syaoran's view of her shadowed eyes. She sounded depressed, sad. But then she lifted her face, and smiled. "Thank you." It wasn't a hyper, enthusiastic 'thank you', but it was an optimistic, true statement.

"I-it's fine, hime, it's okay." He stammered. Then he almost jumped as Sakura gently put his two hands together in hers, and lifted them. She bent her head a little, and softly kissed his hands.

Both of them blushed, and Sakura made up some excuse of having to go, then rushed downstairs to help Fai clean up.

Syaoran went to his room, trying to pretend like he was calm, until Mokona showed up. It, too, feigned ignorance, because Mokona had just been downstairs helping Fai poke at Sakura.

"Teehee! Syaoran-kun is all red! Why, Syaoran? Tehe!"