A/N: Yay, it's here!

I deeply apologize for my little unannounced 5 month hiatus. I was concentrated mainly on sports and schoolwork so I didn't have the motivation to continue further. I owe those who waited patiently a cake or something.


With a blurred vision, Sakura found herself surrounded by the familiar white bed sheets on her bed. As she began to recollect the rest of her senses, her body started aching and her legs slightly throbbing under a tight force. Her slim fingers found themselves trapped in the auburn strands of hair as her mind tried to grasp the events prior to waking up.

The image of Seishirou holding Subaru like a rare jewel was the first to come to mind. Sakura remembered how Subaru fidgeted in his arms, only to be trapped in his grasp. As her fingers curl tighter in her hair, she shut –no, squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted to erase that picture out of her head. Subaru couldn't be saved and Sakura was unable to do anything. Kamui even got himself scrabbled up and injured while Sakura watched.

Now that she even thought about him, Sakura wondered if Kamui even stayed in Clow given the situation. She wouldn't have blamed him if he left. After all, his very twin brother was dragged into another dimension by the very man Kamui wished to avoid. She knew his concerns for his brother and his will to protect him.

Sakura whipped the bed sheets off only to find dusty white bandages securely wrapped around her legs. It only made her feel guiltier. A sharp hiss was released through her teeth as she pressed her hand around one leg. It most certainly wasn't the same pain she experienced when she woke up. It most certainly did not stop her from tearing away the strips of cloth clinging to her limbs. Instead of the milky-white skin Sakura was used to seeing, her skin was stained with bruises with various shades of indigo and violet. She thought that they were almost like Kamui's eyes: intimidating and full of pain, pain that took time to heal.

After a difficult attempt of sitting up, Sakura carefully inched herself to the edge of the bed. Cold feet met the cold floor. They throbbed and the sharp, burning pain kicked in when she finally stood up. Using the footboard as support, Sakura tried to take one step forward. Unfortunately for her though, she collapsed to the floor when her foot positioned itself on the ground. But Sakura wasn't ready to give up. She will not allow herself to be weak again. Sakura reached for the footboard to pull herself up.

"Princess!" Sakura turned to see Yukito standing through the doorway. "You shouldn't try to walk on your own!" He glided over and hoisted her up on her feet. "And you need to keep your bandages on. Please get back to your bed."

"I won't," Sakura kept her voice firm. "I am not going to let myself lie in bed and do nothing. So please," she inhaled deeply, "let me take care of myself now. Is Kamui still here?"

"He is. However," Yukito paused, "Your brother isn't too happy with what happened."

"It's not Kamui's fault."

"It isn't yours either." He placed his hand on her shoulder. Although his touch was gentle, it failed to assure Sakura.

"I could've fought back, but I didn't." And I knew how much Kamui wanted to save Subaru but I couldn't do that either. "Seishirou gave him the choice of handing Subaru in exchange for me but-"

"Sakura, anyone put in that position would be just as conflicted. You can't take all the blame for it." Sakura looked up at Yukito. He had a valid point so the only thing she could do was nod in agreement and defeat. "Sakura, I know that you're a truly kind girl. If anyone, I think it's Kamui that needs someone like you to open up and give him your support, especially at a time like now."

She gave him another nod. "I understand now. So please, if you don't mind, guide me to him."

"Are you sure? You can't even walk in your current state."

"When I see Kamui I want him know that I will be stronger. I think it'll crush him even more if he sees me here in bed."

Yukito's lips curved into a smile. "If that's what you wish then I will." He wrapped one arm around her thin waist while Sakura put her arm around his shoulders.

I'm stronger now. I'm not helpless anymore. If only you could watch me now, Syaoran.

Sure enough, Yukito was right. Touya was in no way pleased. When Yukito arrived with Sakura before the door to the guest room, Touya nearly fainted when he saw his little sister trying to make her way through with two broken legs.

"Sakura! What are you even thinking? Your legs are broken – you can't walk! Don't even joke like that!" Touya raised a finger toward Sakura.

"I appreciate your concern Touya," Sakura said, "but it's not me who needs help this time. Please Touya, I'm asking you to let me through."

"Sakura, look what he did-"

"Touya," Touya gave a small gasp from hearing his own name from the high priest, "I know you are concerned for Sakura. She can take care of herself now, you should know that. Our guest here is ill with agony. It was her wish to come to him like this. The least I could do was respect her choice and guide her here."

Sighing, Touya crossed his arms and looked down to Sakura. "If it's your choice then I guess I can't change your mind. Go on, if that's what you think is best." Sakura thanked him and asked Yukito to help her over to the door. She then convinced him that she would be fine on her own.

The room was dark, except for the ray of sunlight shining through the glass of the windows. Kamui sat on the bed facing them with his head rested on his hands. The sheets were sprawled out in an unorganized matter and the pillows were on the ground and spread far apart from each other. It was like an animal came and tore the place up.

At this point, Sakura was still clinging onto the doorknob. She knew she couldn't walk so she decided to try the second best method of transportation: crawling. Slowly, she dropped herself to the floor, crawled her way to the bed, and pulled herself up. Sakura lay next to Kamui, who seemed to not take notice of her presence like a cold, marble statue.

"Kamui." He remained quiet. "I know you're upset about what happened."

His fingertips dug deeper into the skin.

"I want to start off by saying that I'm sorry." Sakura looked to him, "I'm sorry that I was in the way and holding you back. And that I couldn't do anything on my behalf."

Kamui sighed and shut his eyes. "I don't need your pity."

"I'm not giving you pity." Sakura reached for his hand. "I want to help you."

"Everything I have is gone," Kamui shook his hand away from Sakura's, "So don't concern yourself with me."

"But I am though," she protested, "while I can't know exactly how you're feeling; there was a time where I thought I had lost everything as well." The memory of Syaoran looking down at her with one blue and one brown eye, which both lacked life in them, flashes in her mind. She remembers how she gripped onto his blood-stained hand not wanting to let go and the tears flowing out of her eyes as she watched him walk away without a moment of hesitation. "And no one should have to feel that pain."

"Sakura, look what happened to you. Stop acting like it isn't my fault." Kamui buried his face in his hands.

"He put you in a tough position. I don't have any reason to blame you." Sakura took Kamui's once again and embraced it with her own. His skin felt as cold as ice just waiting to be melted. "You can't stay like this forever. I'm sure Subaru would be just as upset if he saw you like this" – his hand twitched upon hearing his twin's name – "so just because someone precious to you was taken away from you doesn't mean all hope is gone. You did nothing wrong. You were just trying to protect Subaru like you always have been."

Kamui remained silent yet again. A light gasp escaped Sakura's lips when she felt the now slightly warm fingers curl around her own. "I just was thinking. That high priest holds a lot of magic."

Sakura tilted her head in curiosity. "What about it?"

"I need to see him. So that I can see the Dimensional Witch." Kamui sat up. "I have a request to make."