Spoil of War

by swallowingtears

She is his captive, abducted from her home and made to share her prophetic dreams. As his spoil of war, she belongs to him, body and soul. But there are other—more sensual—ties that bind them, beginning with their meeting in dreams.

3. Hong Kong

Spoil of War 3: Hong Kong

Summary: The beautiful dreamseer is his captive, abducted from her home and made to share her prophetic dreams by the ruthless, handsome general. As his spoil of war, she belongs to him, body and soul. But there are other—more sensual—ties that bind them, beginning with their meeting in dreams.

Warnings: Adult themes and content. Please click back button if offended. (Yes I know just about every author of M stories says this, and I don't want to take risks!)

Disclaimer: YES I own CCS and a hunky adult Syaoran, but only in my wildest dreams. I wish.

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Previously:

Syaoran almost laughed at her desperate tone. "Yes, I need your dreams but . . ." and he moved his hips, causing his erection to rub against her thigh, "I also need you."

She almost lost her mind with arousal, but Sakura managed to say, "If I lose my maidenhead . . . I lose my dreamseeing gift."

Would he believe her lie? Sakura stared into Syaoran's eyes, which had suddenly become hooded and unreadable.

". . . what?" was all he managed to say.

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Syaoran stared at Sakura for a long time, his eyes hooded and unreadable. Sakura gulped, and tried not to take her eyes away from his; he would probably know she was lying if he did.

He frowned and sat up, leaning against one of the pillars of the Clow temple and pulling Sakura up to prop her against his lean chest. He encircled her waist with his arms; as he thought, he absently stroked her hair.

Why did she have to feel so right in his arms?

It annoyed him that his shy side was coming to the fore at this moment; he often hid it well with his aloof demeanor, but this time, he did not want to burden a scared and nervous Sakura with his unsure self. Confidence, that was what he needed to project to her.

In truth Syaoran knew he was a little out of control around Sakura, and it bothered him somewhat. He felt as though he could not risk losing her, that every moment with her was precious.

Siege mentality, he chided himself as he set his jaw and tightened his hold on Sakura. That's all it is. I'm just acting strange with her because I'm worried.

In Hong Kong, the Lis were under attack by a strange enemy: retainers were being poisoned, assassination attempts had been made against his mother with flying daggers whose source could not be traced, and he himself had been ambushed recently while out training his troops by a group of shadowy men who had simply exploded into gray dust when killed. None of their spies could tell them what was going on, and fortunetelling by his clairvoyant sister Feimei was to no avail.

They needed information, and Eriol had scryed for the one who might hold the key. He had found Sakura, though none had known her name at that time. Syaoran had thought he had won: he'd found Sakura, who was the dreamseer, and he'd been so overjoyed, his sensual side had taken complete control of him. Seeing Sakura in the flesh had given him hope—a hope which had been taken away by Sakura's declaration.

But he could not afford to take the chance of making love to the girl he had wanted for such a long time; if Sakura was the key to solving the Lis' problems, then she was needed for a greater good.

But gods, if he cared to face it she was the only person he lost control around. Normally a taciturn, stern person, Syaoran was awkward with the women who had been presented to him in matchmaking sessions. He stammered and was inadvertently rude; he had none of the suaveness of Eriol.

His mother, in keeping with warrior tradition, had sent him girls who were trained to please him and give him relief from battle tension. Syaoran acknowledged that sex was necessary for himself, a warrior on whom his clan depended. So he had learned how to pleasure himself and the women who were his partners in arranged sexual encounters.

But the encounters were mostly physical relief, and he never had to talk to the women—who had been trained and paid to please men and keep their mouths shut—whom he'd had sex with, save for, "Open it for me," "Harder," and "Suck me." He never mistreated the girls, who were grateful when they were summoned to serve him and not his strange, evil-eyed cousin, and he tried to repay them by freeing them or giving them to eligible soldiers as wives—something the women often hoped for.

His hands tensed at the thought of his cousin Lao Hu, who had mocked him for snatching Tomoyo. How the bastard had found out was something he could not understand; Eriol had sworn secrecy, and no one else had seen Syaoran return with Tomoyo. But Lao Hu had wasted no time letting everyone at court know of Syaoran's mistake.

If he made love to Sakura now as he wanted, he would hold himself up to more ridicule from Lao Hu and his faction, as Syaoran knew they would know about Sakura's declaration.

No. He would control himself. Syaoran looked down and was surprised to see Sakura peeking up at him curiously.

"What?" he asked, then to soften his rude tone, he touched her cheek. She smiled.

Her smile . . . Syaoran could live days off that smile. He knew he was being greedy; he knew he hadn't given Sakura a choice when he'd stripped her and begun to make love to her right in her own sanctuary. But she was special; he'd have to be stupid not to realize that fate had a reason for showing them to each other then bringing them together. He'd seized his chance when he'd first seen her in the flesh; he didn't want to wake up and find her gone from his arms again.

Yet there she was. And she was smiling.

Sakura, to her surprise, felt safe in his arms. It was a bit strange; she'd been so angry earlier, ready to kill whoever had taken Tomoyo. But it had been a strange night; first, she'd seen Clow Reed himself (it had taken her some time to figure it out, though), then Syaoran had come to life from her dreams.

Why she trusted him so easily scared her a little, but when he'd begun making love to her, his touch told her he would not hurt her. Sakura closed her eyes and bent her head to hide a blush; they were, after all, both still naked and she was in his arms. No logic would explain why she had allowed him to do such things to her, why she was still there instead of fleeing or raising the alarm, why she was regretting her lie to Syaoran.

But it was her last scrap of sanity; she knew that Syaoran would know about the myths of Greek and Roman virgin priestesses, and would not force her into anything.

He kissed the top of her head and said, "If I make love to you, you won't be able to help me, is that right?"

Not looking at him, Sakura nodded.

"Ah." If he took Sakura now, he would lose the battle for all of Hong Kong then.

Life was definitely unfair. Here was the one girl who could make him want, make him feel—and he knew he would have to stay away from her to save his family and his home.

Sakura realized he believed her lie when he released her, stood up, and handed her his cloak. "Here," he said as he draped it over her shoulders. "Do you have any other clothing here?" He helped her up.

"Y-yes, but they're ceremonial robes," Sakura stammered.

Syaoran sighed. He hated to let her go but . . .

Another possibility presented itself as he accompanied Sakura to get the robes. She turned her back to him shyly as she wriggled into them; they were loose and comfortable-looking.

"I suppose you want me to leave," he said, turning his back to her.

"Wait," Sakura stood up. "Tomoyo-chan—you said you would . . ."

"I said nothing," Syaoran said. "I—I made a mistake and I don't know if it can be remedied. But I can promise you she will be well cared for. I . . ."

He never got to finish the speech he'd planned on the spot because Sakura threw herself at him and begged, "Please, give her back! I'll go with you, I'll . . ."

Syaoran almost shook his head. Apparently he wouldn't even have to manipulate Sakura into going with him because she was already volunteering.

The silly girl!

He adjusted his cloak over her robes. "Why on earth should you trust me? You shouldn't."

"Because you asked me not to," she said.

Syaoran stared into her eyes. Sakura was holding his arm, refusing to let him go.

"Idiot," he said affectionately he held her close, savoring her scent and nearness.

"I'm not, you know," she protested. "An idiot."

He smiled; Gods, how could this small woman make him smile so readily and so often?

As if she had read his mind, Sakura touched Syaoran's lower lip. "I like you better when you smile."

"Gods, Sakura, what if I were some rapist? What if I were just fooling you into coming with me?" Syaoran paced, wondering how to convey the extent of the danger in her situation to Sakura. "If I take you with me you might not come home!"

She blinked, but refused to release his hand. "I know I will come home," she said quietly.

He released her reluctantly, then was surprised when she asked, "Why do you need my dreams?"

"Explaining would take too long. But the short story is that my family is under siege and we may lose control of our area in Hong Kong" Syaoran said simply. "I . . . I planned to abduct you and make you dream for us."

"Couldn't you just have asked me?" Sakura asked curiously. "I mean you could have just approached Queen Sonomi and formally asked for me to help you. I would have," and she blushed.

"That's not done!" Syaoran shook his head.

"And why not?" Sakura put her hands on her hips, then blushed violently when she realized something. She looked away as she asked, "Er, could you please put something on?"

"Oh." He was comfortable in his own skin, so he'd forgotten he was naked.

As she turned her back, Syaoran struggled into his clothes.

"As I was saying, a formal embassy would not have been a problem, I mean…"

"Sakura," Syaoran was fighting yet another smile. "Like the Queen would have let you go with a stranger." How was he going to explain diplomacy and intrigue and other complications to this woman?

"Fine, you won't listen to me. Then take me with you," Sakura said. "I'll make sure you won't get in trouble here in Tomoeda."

"How?" Syaoran raised one thick eyebrow.

"We'll tell Mizuki-sensei," Sakura said.

"What?"

"My teacher, the chief priestess. I'll just leave her a note and . . . Hoe!" Syaoran had picked her up in his arms and opened the strange portal she'd seen earlier.

"No time for a note. I'll shoulder the consequences. Come on!"

As the portal shimmered out of existence, Clow Reed, who had watched the scene unobserved from the shadows, chuckled.

"A silly pair, are they not?" He smiled at Kaho Mizuki, who emerged from a hidden alcove.

"Very delightful," Kaho smiled back. "Well. So things go well. I'll go inform the Queen and her family. Do you know," and she paused thoughtfully, "I am more afraid of telling her brother of this than I am of telling the Queen?"

Clow Reed laughed softly. "The Queen instigated this, remember? Well, be sure to tell the Kinomotos that the future of the Clow Cards rests on Sakura and Syaoran's union."

"General Touya will not be amused," Kaho rebuked him gently.

"Ah, but I am." Clow bowed, then disappeared into the shadows again.

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"Where are we?" Sakura asked as Syaoran put her down. They were in a large, cold hall, and Sakura felt a chill as Syaoran's face suddenly hardened.

"Will you share your dreams with me?"

"I will, just promise Tomoyo-chan is safe!" Sakura said, more bravely than she felt.

He lost the stern expression, patted her head, and shook his head again. "You . . . All right. She's safe. But first," Syaoran bent over and sliced at something with a dagger. He then wiped something moist on the cloak wrapped around Sakura; she wrinkled her brow but couldn't see what he'd done.

"Come with me," Syaoran said once he straightened up.

Before Sakura could react, he swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms. She was light, and she felt like she belonged there.

"If I marry you, will that make any difference to the whole 'no breaking the maidenhead' thing?" he whispered in her ear.

Sakura gasped. "I . . . what?"

"I intend to marry you, you know." Syaoran grinned briefly.

"Hoe!"

"What is that sound?" Syaoran paused and looked down at a cutely embarrassed Sakura.

"Uh, nothing."

"As soon as you find out who's trying to destroy the Lis, you will become a Li. My bride. I swear it!" Syaoran said fervently.

Indignantly, Sakura said, "You ought to make me fall in love with you first?"

She gasped as he set her on her feet abruptly, then closed in to kiss her.

A fuzzy feeling came over Sakura as Syaoran kissed her. Gods, he could make her feel alive and tingly and all wanting him—with just a kiss!

When Syaoran pulled away, sakura made a protesting sound before she could stop herself.

"I think," he panted, "that's what they call a good start on love." He smiled sexily at her, taunting her, daring her to argue.

Damn him! Sakura cursed in her head but her traitorous body had responded to Syaoran.

"Come," he said, taking her hand in his. He kissed her forehead as he picked her up again. "It's faster if I carry you. Follow my lead. Do not speak unless I tell you to. Understood?"

"O-okay," Sakura said nervously.

Syaoran carried her through a maze of passages, ending up before large wooden doors carved with wolves and dragons. He barked orders to the guards, who opened the doors.

Sakura soon realized she was in a court full of people, some in armor and others in ornate court dress. She tried to hide behind Syaoran, who had set her on her feet and pushed her forward, to her surprise.

"I have the dreamseer now," he announced in a tone that was so different from what he used to speak to her that she had to turn and see if it was still him.

"Excellent," a tall young man said. Syaoran's face hardened at the sight of him.

The young man came closer and peered into Sakura's face. "Lovely child. Are you sure you haven't made another . . . mistake?" He smiled and Sakura realized he resembled Syaoran, if you made Syaoran a bit more . . . frightening. His eyes, which were black, were ruthless and cold; the way he looked at Sakura made her cringe.

"Because if you have, I'll take this mistake off your hands, gladly," he said, his expression turning greedy. "We ought to fetch Eriol to verify her identity. Or . . ." and he touched Sakura's chin with a startlingly cold finger, "I could . . . break her in now. Make sure she cooperates."

Syaoran stepped between them, his hand on the other man's wrist. "Don't touch her, Lao Hu," he snarled.

"And why not? She looks like a delectable little virgin." The man called Lao Hu grinned at Sakura and said, "I could make you scream my name, pretty one. I could make you pregnant within a fortnight. I could . . ."

Sakura tensed and glared at Lao Hu. Before she could say anything, though, Syaoran suddenly spoke.

"You can't touch her. I already claimed her as a spoil of war," Syaoran said, his face hard and unyielding. Sakura shivered; what had caused the change in him?

A loud murmur reached Sakura, the general gist of which was, "As is to be expected from our ruthless general."

"She is mine," Syaoran said in a hard voice. "Anyone who interferes with her will suffer the consequences. Tonight she will dream for us. In the meantime, I will . . . continue to enjoy her."

"You?" Lao Hu barked a harsh laugh. "You don't have it in you."

Syaoran said nothing, but he turned Sakura abruptly, spreading his cloak to show something to the court; Sakura squeaked and was caught in his arms. Some of the women in the court gasped.

"You . . . you . . . did you do what I think you did to her?" a female voice said tremulously.

"Is that the blood of her maidenhead?" another voice said.

All eyes turned to Syaoran, who nodded. "I took her," he said. "She . . . was a virgin."

"How could you, Syaoran-kun?" The speaker sounded horrified.

Sakura couldn't stand it anymore; why was Syaoran lying?

"Hey, wait jusnfhtpf!" was all she got out though.

Syaoran's hand clapped over Sakura's mouth before she could say anything. He picked her up again, swept out of the room and carried her down several side corridors, ignoring her protests and the horrified looks four young women were giving him. He ignored her questions and chanted something as he stood in front of what looked like a blank wall. A door shimmered and opened before him; he walked through then set Sakura on her feet once inside.

Sakura was not accepting things without a fight. "What was that about? Why did you say those . . . those lies? What did you show them?"

He bent down to unfurl a part of her cloak. "This," and he pulled the cloak off her.

There was a streak of blood on it.

"Hoe . . . what is that for?" Sakura looked closer; it was positioned near her buttocks.

"So that bastard won't get any ideas," Syaoran said in a hard voice.

"Will you please explain things to me?" Sakura demanded, avoiding his attempt to hold her.

Sighing, Syaoran went to a cabinet where he drew out some herbs and cotton strips. He attended to a wound on his hand.

Sakura came over, and insisted on him showing her his hand.

"Did you do this to yourself?" she asked incredulously.

"But why?" she asked as he nodded.

"Never mind," Syaoran said. He started when she kissed his bloody palm, then held her hand over it.

The mild aching the wound left behind turned into itching, then tingling. Syaoran was stunned when Sakura smiled and held up his hand. "There."

"What . . . you . . ." She had healed it; the wound closed up and there was no trace left.

"Better?" Sakura looked up at him.

"Much. Thank you," Syaoran said softly.

"So . . . why did you do that?"

He sat down heavily on his large, ornate bed. "To protect you. They had to think I had . . . er, well . . . raped you."

Clapping a hand over her mouth, Sakura stifled a small scream. "But why? You didn't, I mean, we . . . I . . ." How was she going to continue that sentence? Remind him that they had made love, and he'd almost taken her then and there—with her consent?

"A spoil of war is like a trophy," Syaoran explained reluctantly. "It reduces you to a possession without free will. But that also means no one can touch you or harm you without incurring my wrath. Since I am not your husband it was the only legal means I had to protect you from . . . from that . . . pile of dung," and he spat out the last three words vehemently.

"The man who looked like you? The one with the evil eyes?" Sakura guessed.

Syaoran refused to talk about Lao Hu. "Stay in these chambers. I shall have food brought to you, clothing, everything you need to be comfortable. Do not leave without me." Syaoran pulled Sakura close, clasping her in an embrace. "Promise me that!"

"I . . . yes, all right!" Sakura was wondering what she'd gotten herself into with her impulsiveness.

To her surprise Syaoran kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

He stood up and passed through the wall. "Wait a bit for me, will you?" he called.

As if she was going anywhere? Sakura nodded, and as Syaoran vanished she stood up and explored his large room.

It was actually a set of chambers; the one she was in had his clothes and bed; to one side was a bathing chamber, with buckets of water and a privy. In another was his study; books lined shelves on the wall, and scrolls and books were scattered over a large wooden desk. Another chamber held weapons; Sakura picked up a dagger and her training told her it was very well balanced. Finally another chamber held a small garden, with a window overlooking the rest of what seemed to be a large palace. Gardens of trees and shrubs swayed gently in the night breeze; the torches of guards on patrol twinkled like fireflies.

I should be more scared or angry, Sakura told herself. But the thought of sharing the room with Syaoran made her smile, against her better judgment.

"Sakura?" Syaoran called out; he had a wooden tray on which he balanced lacquer boxes of food and large mugs of water.

She came out from his little garden, and he smiled at her as she smiled at him.

"I should keep you hidden here. You make me smile," he pretended to complain as he placed the food boxes and mugs on a table.

"What's so bad about that?" Sakura asked.

"I'm a warrior—a general," he said simply.

"Is there a law that prevents you from smiling?"

Syaoran almost laughed. "No, but it wouldn't do for me to do so."

"But here, with me, you can, right?"

He smiled. Again. "Does it please you?"

"I like it." And she smiled back.

Sighing, Syaoran beckoned her to the food. She liked it, to his surprise, and ate heartily.

"Aren't you worried about what I might do to you?" he asked.

Sakura lifted her eyes to his. "You cut your hand to protect me. Why would I be worried?" she asked.

"You trust me too damned much for your own good," he pretended to grumble, but he had to look away to hide another blasted smile.

When they finished eating, Sakura rose to clear the eating area, only to be stopped by Syaoran.

"I brought you here to marry you, not to make you a maid," he said sternly. "Our servants will take care of that."

Sakura looked at him curiously. His moods changed quickly, and so she crossed the room and put her arms around him to see what would happen.

His mood turned tender and sweet, and Sakura could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks when he began to kiss her temples gently.

"Sy-syaoran?"

"We're alone," he said softly as he lay down on the bed, placing her on his chest. "At the very least, will you let me get around your virginity restriction in . . . creative ways?"

She gasped when he rolled her over and his lips began travelling down her neck.

"Hoe! Wait, I mean, stop!" she shrieked, pushing Syaoran off her. Another kiss and Sakura knew she would be begging Syaoran to make love to her. "Look, we just met!"

"We've known each other for years," he said, ignoring her protests and pinning her under his weight. "In our dreams. Surely you cannot deny that."

"Yes, but . . ." Oh Gods there went his lips again on her nape! And his hands were pushing the ceremonial robes open; soon he would see her nipples were already hard and begging for his touch. And worse, between her legs was the evidence that she wanted him just as badly.

Oh no, Sakura thought as he took one nipple into his mouth again. She gasped before she could control herself; she had not known her breasts were so sensitive until Syaoran had started playing with them. Then his hand began creeping up her thighs.

Sakura immediately closed her thighs, which she knew were moist with her arousal. Talk about encouraging Syaoran; if he saw any evidence of a response from her, he would surely keep it up and Sakura wasn't sure she would be able to stop herself from acting like some lust-crazed woman and initiating complete lovemaking with him.

She closed her eyes and pulled the robe closed before he could see. How to stop him when he was being oh so amorous?

Another bright idea occurred to Sakura. "You haven't proven yourself yet, you know," she squeaked.

"Huh?" Syaoran was beginning to wonder if he would get through the night with all this stop-start lovemaking.

But he came to his senses; if he started anything again, he would definitely not be able to stop. Sighing, he sat up "What is it?"

"Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said shakily as she fought to master herself. "You said she was safe."

"She is," Syaoran said as he tried to adjust his loincloth; yet again it was uncomfortably tight.

"So . . . please, could you take me to her?"

Syaoran turned his back to Sakura, drew in a deep breath, then said, "Tomorrow. After you dream tonight."

He fought to keep his face hard and stern, and Sakura drooped upon seeing it.

"Okay," she whispered.

He got off her and went into his bathing stall; she could hear him pouring cold water over himself. Then he came out, wrapped in a towel; he beckoned her to use it, showing her where the dippers were, the bags of soap, the mint paste for the teeth, and brushes.

Sakura got cleaned up, and when she came out, Syaoran was waiting with a light silk robe; she wasn't sure where he'd gotten it, but she thanked him nonetheless. He nodded, then beckoned her to the bed.

Lying on her side, she heard Syaoran clap his hands to extinguish the lamps burning in his room, then she gasped as his strong arms pulled her against him from behind. She could feel his naked chest against her back; all he had on, as far as she could tell, was a loincloth. She almost groaned; he wasn't going to make this easy for her!

"Sleep," he whispered in her ear. He kissed the top of her head, and began to hum softly. It was a soothing sound, and Sakura drifted off to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and warm.

Syaoran stayed awake much longer, watching Sakura as she slept. He needed her, but he knew he would have to protect her from danger until they could eliminate the source of the attacks to the Lis. That he was confident he could do.

Protecting her from his own lust, though, was another problem entirely.

(Continued in Chapter 4)

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Coming in Chapter 4: Eriol and Tomoyo enter an interesting set of negotiations. Sakura has her first dream, but it leaves her confused. It doesn't help that Syaoran is fighting his feelings for her.

To yingfa07, LOL yes! No, Sakura lied in hopes Syaoran would believe her. He did XD To Twilight Kisses, I decided on shorter chapters for faster updates. To LOLgirl, haha how embarrassing, yes, well. To mitsuko310, I know Syaoran is semi-OOC in the first two chapters but as you can see I'm showing why he was like that gradually. Haha, but where would I do that? I only know of one place, Japan, where that would sell XD "see" what happens next? get in line, heck, I would PAY to see SxS go at it (is shot for being a pervert). To magicka1417, Oh neither of them will succumb quickly due to their pride and a lot of complications XD How about checking out my "Accidental Playboy" story? I've got a very shy, awkward Syaoran in it, maybe you'd like that? To lhaine07, Indeed he is, yes? We hear of the dream next chapter. To paladin3056, hehe buti ka pa maayos magbasa, alam mo yung isang friend ko nakakuha ba naman ng PM asking why she took so long to update her story. E ang kaso ba naman, hello, COMPLETE na kaya yung story nya! At nakatikim na rin sya ng "story alert" para sa oneshort, kaya kapag may matalinong reader e praise the Lord na lang XD Oh hell YES they will be tortured, as you can see in this chapter. Glad you enjoy my (medyong bastos) stories XD To xCrazyKindOvWeirdx, Shh, don't tell him that. Let's have fun torturing Syaoran AND Sakura over that. To sootyxsnowpetal, hehe, it's actually a bit easier to write this story when people give me ideas XD so feel free! A little more on the Lis maybe next chapter or in 5. LOL okay shoot me for being a review wh*re now! To DineyBlue, Haha, I had just done research on the priestesses of Apollo, so I borrowed that trivia for this story! And I know that I for one CANNOT even resist a reluctant Syaoran XD To midnight blue 08, isn't he? XD To Kenshin/Kens, opo! Eto na ang susunod na kabanata. To Love Starshine, Nope Sakura won't lose her gift, it's just that she needs to delay Syaoran and I figured it would be fun to torment poor Syaoran with that. That side of him will come out soon, don't worry. To Mrs HermioneJaneMalfoy, aww. I need ideas, so if you want to trade ideas, let me know! To Hime Kimiko, I dunno about love but lust is definitely in the house XD To Update Asap, I really would prefer you say something about the story, how about that? XD To Raz3r, I noticed that in the anime those two have a feisty, fighting side and decided to use it here. Of course Sakura won't admit to being horny but, well, you'll see. To lizziele, here it is, enjoy! To okinawa haruhi, Eventually he will say that but not yet XD haha what a line! To Vampire-princesses, haha, enjoy this chapter! To Black Licorice Addict, In a few more chapters, yes! To xXSakuraBlossomsXx, Well he will get suspicious later on... To kittypie, I pray I get ideas fast XD To Darkwolf259, I'd like to make the chaps longer, but that means more time between updates, so, well XD To rosedreamer101, just did! To MikoKagome1113, He SHOULD be angry but with Sakura...when has Syaoran ever been able to stay angry with her around? XD To S2AmethystSwirlS2, not too much steaminess this time, but stay posted XD To endless-amber-skies, wow that is such a compliment, thank you! Haha yes Syaoran is kind of too much here no? You're right; it's innocent Sakura vs overcompensating Syaoran. Enjoy!