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Cardcaptor Sakura does not belong to me. CLAMPS owns it.

The song 'Uneven Odds' is owned by Sleeping at Last

Summary:

Sakura was separated for years from her family, that it nearly makes her lose hope to reunite with her loved ones. But like everyone believes: miracle happens. Even though there will always be something obstructs on the way or at the end.

EDGE OF DESIRE

Chapter 3 - Uneven Odds

Darkness exists to make light truly count. - Sleeping at Last

"Saki onee-chan!" A seven year old girl burst into the kitchen when Sakura was busy washing dishes.

Sakura turned to see Yumiko, was being held in Sister Nagano's hands.

"Hi, Yumiko-chan." Sakura smiled to the little girl.

Sister Nagano shook her head in frustration. "Saki-chan, please take Yumiko-chan to play piano. She's been whining all day long."

"But i am washing the dishes."

Yumiko ran into Sakura and tugged her sleeves with her small hand. She pouted, "You promised to teach me, onee-chan!"

"She doesn't want anyone else." Sister Nagano sighed to Sakura. "Let me take the dishes and you can go with Yumiko-chan."

"Alright." Sakura nodded and cleaned her hands. She then took Yumiko, "Let's go, Yumiko-chan."

Yumiko nodded enthusiastically. Her innocent face glowed. They went to the living room. The grand black piano pretentiously stood beside the window.

Yumiko burst to sit in front of the piano and looked all the black and white keys thoroughly. Sakura just laughed to see the little girl. Yumiko always reminded her of her childhood. The time when she thought that piano was the only bridge to her past.

Sakura positioned herself beside Yumiko. She took Yumiko's fingers on to the keys. "Now put your fingers like this. You see that this piano actually only has seven white keys and five black keys. They just have different pitches."

Sakura chuckled silently seeing Yumiko who was paying attention thoroughly.

"The first note is 'do'. The first two black notes in every pitch will always help you to find the 'do'." Sakura directed Yumiko's index finger to the first note. "Let's try."

A wide smile was formed on Yumiko's little face as they made through the basic notes. "I like piano, Saki onee-chan!"

They were moving to learn pieces of Do-Re-Mi from the Sound of Music, when four teenagers came in to the living room.

"Saki onee-chan!"

Sakura looked up and smiled to see the other four kids in the orphanage; Kei, Aiko, Miho and Nana. They just came back from school and were still in their blue uniforms. Aiko burst to hug Yumiko and tickled her. The once quiet living room was now clamorous by the giggles, laughter and screams of the adolescents.

"Yumiko-chan is learning piano?" Aiko neared them. There was a lollipop in her left hand. She bent down to the youngest child and handed it to her. "This is for you, Yumiko-chan."

Yumiko was grinning happily and took the candy, ignoring the disapproving look on Sakura's face.

"Too much sweets is not good for her teeth." Sakura still frowned to her sister. "You all better prepare for dinner. Sister Nagano should be finished the dishes by now."

"Yumiko-chan, let's take you for a bath." Miho took Yumiko's hands. Sakura had promised her to continue teaching her after the dinner.

Sakura turned to the short red hair girl beside Kei, who had stayed silent since they came in. Sakura was about to greet Nana, before she cut flatly, "I'm not going to have dinner tonight. It's not in my dietary schedule."

"You're already skinny, Nana. What do you still want?" Kei scanned the girl who was one year younger than him. All the people in the orphanage knew really well that Nana had an ambition to be a drama actress. She had already said a lot of times that she would continue her degree to drama school after high school. The sisters and Sakura could only support her. But Sakura did not understand why Nana always acted cold to her.

Nana did not heed him and left the room, without any final glances to her oldest sister.

"I'm home."

A twenty year old boy stepped into the Li Mansion's living room. He exhaled silently. He knew that nobody would answer his greeting. His father had already passed away years ago, and her mother was a busy business woman who worked hard everyday as the CEO of Li Corporation. Wei must have been assisting her mother. While her sisters were all married and lived abroad with their respective husbands. However it felt comforting for him to say his greeting every time he was home. Those two words always sounded welcoming.

Syaoran went to clean himself and had dinner all alone. This huge dining room was always used by almost only one person. He had assured himself that love was not bounded by physical presence. However there were always times that he did not want to be alone.

He said his thanks to the maids before having himself in front of his computer in the study. There were a lot of articles to read and write for him. It did not take him a long time to be drowned right away into his research about consumers and sustainability, which he had been working for a month.

Not like everyone of his age, he pretty enjoyed studying. Perhaps because as one of the main heirs of Li Corporation, he was obliged to pursue perfection in academic field. But he never felt forced to do that. He had quite a lot of his self-written articles published in national business journals, though he was still in university. It proved him one thing that he could be proud of from himself, far beyond from Li Clan's luxury facilities. Even he was considering about writing a fiction story, something in thriller genre, someday. It would have been exciting.

He was suddenly startled from his brooding, remembering what had happened two days ago at the university. He did not understand himself, why his feet had suddenly moved and run to that girl, even consoled her. He had left his fiancee dumbfounded for his sudden behaviour. Of course it had put Tomoyo in wrath after that. But he was still wondering. He never suddenly ran into someone unfamiliar before. He knew that she had worked there since the first time he had come to the university.

But still, there was something with that girl.

He shook his head pitily to himself. He should never have fallen into the second mistake once again. Not after the long waiting of fifteen years had passed. He always waited, but it was a vain. Her mother and the Kinomoto family still thought that he did not realize and know anything. They thought that a five year old boy could easily be deceived.

They always said that Tomoyo was the one to whom he had been betrothed to. But Syaoran was not that naive. He never told the elders about his doubt; but he was very sure that Tomoyo was not that auburn haired girl he met when he was five years old.

A sudden email notification came, interrupting his mind from that certain girl. He opened the email from his cousin, Meiling Li. He furrowed his eyebrows when he read that Meiling would come to Tomoeda next month. She was going to have a voluntary at Tomoeda Hospital. This meant that she would stay at Li Mansion. Syaoran sighed. It would not be very quiet here anymore, since his cousin surely would never leave him alone.

Touya burst out of his car and ran along into the hospital corridor. The Spongebob alarm clock which Kaho had given to him, had failed to wake him up this morning. He indeed had slept really late last night. There was going to be a craniotomy today and he had been chosen to assist. He knew that he might be chosen because of his family. Therefore he had spent last night to restudy. He wanted to prove to everyone that he really deserved this chance. Especially to that particular person.

He went into locker room and changed into his lab coat. In the middle of running to the meeting room, he heard a cold voice from behind him, "You're late."

He did not even need to turn to know who was that. "I was overslept."

"I don't care why you are late, Kinomoto." Yukito Tsukishiro glared fiercely at him. "If you screw this, i will be out everywhere to get you."

Touya did not mind the man who used to be his bestfriend. The feud between him and Yukito had been like forever. They always competed to be the best in everything. And he would be assisting in the same craniotomy too today. This would be added to the list of their hostility. The Tsukishiro family was the second largest stockholder of this hospital after Kinomoto's. So Touya would not be the only one who cheated for this chance.

It was proven that the hostility continued to the operating room. Both of them raced to answer questions from the attendings. They glared at each other, arguing whose answers were the best one. While rest of the others just shook their heads, watching the quarrels.

Touya was getting ready for home after the three-hour surgery, when he passed the examination room, which was cracked a little. He could see the silver haired man silhouette inside. "You're not going home?"

"None of your business." Yukito sarcastically glanced at him and went back to see the CT image which he had been studying since two months ago.

Touya raised his eyebrow and decided to grow his patience to this man. He leaned forward to have a look at the image as well. His brown eyes grew wider, "Wow, that is a nasty tumor."

Yukito sighed and put his hands behind his head, "Yeah. It's an osteosarcoma."

"Who is it? A kid, i suppose?" asked Touya, still narrowing his eyes at the image.

Yukito shook his head, "She's a nineteen year old girl. Lucky, we weren't mistaken it as muscle problem."

"She's really a young girl." Touya agreed. "So, how is she now?"

"I don't know. This CT was taken two month ago, and she hasn't come back here to have the result." Yukito sighed desperately. "I already contacted her number, but it was fake. Her address was too."

"I have to try to find this girl." Yukito said firmly, more into himself. He stood up and piled the documents.

"Just give it up."

"What?" Yukito turned over to Touya instantly. "What do you mean?"

Touya just shrugged, "It looks like she doesn't want to be treated at all. Fake address and fake numbers? That doesn't sound like people who care about their health."

Yukito snorted coldly. He suddenly felt his body boiling up. He was always surrounded by rage every time this person, who used to call himself as his best friend, was around. His voice were cold when he said lowly, "Yeah, it's so like you. Just let something become worse, without any concerns to make things better than they are. You know what? With this personality of yours, you do not deserve to be a surgeon."

Touya sighed desperately. He stood up as well and faced Yukito. They were the same height, that he could stare back to him. It only reminded him of how they had shared the same hobbies and dreams, always had had competitions in every class and it had always ended in the same grade; they had been the best. People always said that they were like twins with all the similarities. "I know where this is going to, Yukito. I know, it was my mistake. I already said sorry to you a thousand times."

"'Sorry' would never do to me." Yukito snapped. His face reddened. "I already gave you a chance to say it to me, but you missed it, dude. Now you have to take more than 'sorry'."

He grabbed his briefcase and crossed the room. When he passed Touya, he stopped and said, "Just imagine if that girl was Sakura. What would you do? Would you still give it up?"

Yukito walked towards the parking lot silently, nodded to everyone who greeted him. Somehow he felt guilty that he had brought up about Sakura in front of Touya. He knew really well what state Touya had come into when that accident had happened and Sakura had been declared as missing. That boy had lost his excitement in almost everything. He, himself, had felt lost as well. He had loved Sakura like her own sister. She had not been too little for him to remember all of her charms and lovelies.

He groped his pocket to pull out his car remote key and pushed the 'unlock' button. He sighed tiredly. That little girl brought him back to the memories where he and Touya had been still the best of friends. The fact was he felt lost his best friend. Touya had been his only friend when they had been still little. He had always been a lonely child. Having both of his parents as surgeons, had made him rarely to see them at home. He had always been taken care by a nanny. And the Kinomoto family had made him feel like having the real one.

But suddenly an image of a red haired woman slipped back in his head. When would he be able to forget her at all? If only she had never been there, he and Touya would have still been friends. Everything would have always stayed the same.

Tomoyo frowned her forehead, concentrating at the garment structure which was being lectured by the most boring professor. Thank God, her brain could work at any different conditions, even at a moment like this, where almost ninety percent of the class were trying hard to keep their eyes opened. It surely could happen if you liked what you were doing. Not like her classmates, Tomoyo had really meant it when she had decided to study fashion design. She did not remember when she had started to love designing clothes, gowns, dresses and others, but she was absolutely sure that this was her dream. And she would live with it.

While her professor was giving back their midterm results, Tomoyo was letting her mind thinking of the ambiance at her home. Her mother seemed more depressed than ever in these fifteen years. She knew that it was a very long waiting. You did not have a certainty whether the person you loved was still alive or not. It must have been killing her, Tomoyo thought. But then, her mother had acted really weird these days. It was like she was planning on something.

Tomoyo sighed. She was supposed to help her mother to find her missing sister. But she did not know how. That was why she felt worthless.

Her reverie was cut down when her classmates suddenly got up and out of the class. She hurriedly said goodbye to her friends and walked to the park. She already had a plan to spend this afternoon. She was going to Tomoeda Shopping Center with Syaoran, to buy a birthday present for Hikari. She was really excited, for they had not had much time together these weeks. Both of them have been pretty busy with college matters which had consumed their times and energy.

"Syaoran-kun!" She burst to hug her fiancee when she saw him standing beside his motorbike. "How was your day at school?"

"Great." A thin smile was formed on his handsome face. But Tomoyo could see that smile did not reach his amber eyes. He gave her his second helmet without any more words.

She sighed and put on the helmet. Somehow she hoped that he would put it for her, like what her other boy friends did to their girlfriends. She then wrapped her hands around his waist and made more effort to catch her fiance's attention, "Do you have any suggestions what should i give to Hikari?"

"I'm riding a motorcycle, Tomoyo. Can we keep the conversation for later?" She heard his deep voice from his helmet.

It took twenty minutes in a silence to the shopping center. They went around the accessories sections to find the present. Tomoyo tried hard to make her fiance's excitement. She asked his opinions about all the stuffs they saw. But Syaoran only had short answers, plus head shakes and nodding. He formed smiles, but again, they were polite one. Not sweet smiles that usually most men showed to their women.

She then audibly sighed and faced him, "Can't you try to be more excited than this? This is for my best friend's birthday, Hikari, who practically has been the longest best friend i have, beside you and Eriol."

Syaoran blinked once. He admitted that his mind had been busily wandering on about what he should write for his fiction tonight since Tomoyo had entered the shopping center. And tote bag or clutch bag were definitely understandable for him. He tried to bring himself back to earth and smiled widely, "Okay."

Tomoyo smiled again and embraced his arms. "The party will be on this Saturday night. So, please make sure that you clear any schedules on that day, okay?"

She felt happy when he nodded. That was right. She only needed to know this. He was still hers.

Nadeshiko exhaled as she turned off her car's machine. She stayed inside for a while, thinking about what she was going to do. She observed a small building which was next to a coffee shop called 'Autumn Blossom'.

She had had this in her mind for weeks. It was not the end yet for finding her little girl. Even though her husband seemed to have no attempt anymore, she would not give up.

The man whom she was about to visit, had been her junior at high school and they could be said as best friends. He used to be an undercover investigator who had assisted Tokyo police agency. And had already proved a lot of good records on missing persons investigations. She really hoped that he could help her this time.

She stepped out of her car and walked quickly to the front yard. She sighed once again and gathered herself. Before she pressed the bell, a man who looked like in his mid thirty opened the door and smiled, "Welcome, Senpai."

Sakura ran quickly along the block three on Yaesu District. It was already half past six, she checked her watch. It meant that she was late for thirty minutes for her shift. She really hoped that Chiharu would not be really mad to her.

She nearly could see the only coffee shop on the east corner of the district. The warm yellow light came out from it, opposed the surrounding darkness, and there were some people inside. When she was nearer, she could see the chocolate sign board which was posted at the entrance: Autumn Blossom. She smiled warmly. Before she went in, she glanced at a black Mercedes-Benz sedan in front of Terada-sama house, the owner of the coffee shop. It seemed that he was having a guest. It was a pity, since she always enjoyed to have conversation with her boss. He was a nice man and what she really liked was that Mr. Terada seemed to know everything. He had a very broad knowledge.

"Good evening. I'm sorry, I'm late." She exclaimed when she saw her co-workers who were busy with their own works behind the counter.

"Good evening, Saki-san. It's good to see you." A man named Takashi, who was three years older than her, greeted her with his usual warm smile.

"Where have you been, Saki? We could barely handle the customers last week. It was overloaded and we needed you." A purple hair girl in two ponytails came out from pantry. Though she sounded firm, her eyes smiled to Sakura.

Sakura smiled apologetically to them, "I'm really sorry to all of you. I was not feeling well last week. I will talk to Terada-sama to make it up."

Last week had been horrible for her. She had had fever for a few days. It had been added up by pain in her legs, which had always worsened at nights and disturbed her sleeps, since two months ago. She had been on aspirins for easing the pain.

"Don't bother, Saki-san. Chiharu was just kidding." Naoko showed up from the kitchen. She was holding a plate of pancake on a tray. "Have you been well now?"

Sakura nodded and smiled, "I'm fine. I will change first then."

She then went to the locker room and changed into her uniform: a white shirt, a pink apron with blossom accent on it and a pink skirt. She really liked her uniform. Rika, a friend and Mr. Terada's wife, designed the uniform with her best friend, she had said. Fortunately the skirt did not too short, so that it would not reveal her bruised swelling.

Sakura had worked here for night shift since several months ago. She had ignored Sister Maeda's speech about noticing more of her own health. She felt the need to add some earnings to the orphanage. She had seen the hiring advertisement at the university. Most of them were a few years older than her, except Naoko. She worked as a part-timer as well, since she was still a student at Tomoeda University. While Chiharu had been hired as the supervisor of the coffee shop. Takashi was her boyfriend who accompanied her to work here. Sometimes Rika showed up to help them at the kitchen or serving the customers.

The next day, she skipped her work at university. She wanted to go to meet someone from the damn Kinomoto Group and claimed back their orphanage. She made sure that she wore something appropriate before went out of home. The cold was normal for a time in the middle of December like this, but she still wrapped herself up in a stone coloured coat.

She had already practiced the speech which she would throw out to Kinomoto Group. She had to meet their CEO or something. It had to be the leader. All she knew that she had to fight for the orphanage no matter what it would take.

She took the bus to the Machida District, where the Kinomoto Group office was located. It was not too far from where she lived, Soka District. Soon after she took off at the fifth block, she was welcomed by the view of many magnificent skyscrapers.

Her emerald eyes widened as she stepped slowly into the buildings area. She wondered how to find the Kinomoto Group building out of the skyscrapers. She decided to ask an elder who was gardening in a small park at the side of the street.

"Excuse me, Sir. Do you know in which building Kinomoto Group is?" She stepped nearing him.

The old man turned around to see Sakura. There was a large scissor in his right hand. He was a tall and greying-brown haired old man. His neatly-trimmed brown beard made him like a santa clause, a sturdy one. He stared in wonder at Sakura for a moment and then he laughed loudly. "My child, i bet you did not see carefully when you walked in here through the gate. This area is Kinomoto Group Business District."

Sakura gaped at his words, "These buildings belong to them?"

The elder nodded, still kept laughing, "Where do you want to go? Let me take you there, kid."

"Oh, I'd like to meet Fujitaka Kinomoto, the chairman of the Kinomoto Group." Sakura answered slowly. Fortunately she had done some little research on google before.

The elder seemed surprised, "Well, have you made an appointment?"

She shook her head.

He sighed and put down his gardening tools. "It seems that it will be difficult for you to meet him directly, kid. He is an extremely busy man. But just let's try first. By the way, you can call me Sir Masaki."

"My name is Saki, Sir." Sakura neared the old man who packed up his gardening tools.

Masaki chuckled as he heard the young girl, "Your name is the last two syllables of my name."

Sakura smiled softly. She then turned to view the trees Masaki had been doing earlier. "What are these trees?"

Masaki looked up at the thirteen feet trees in front of them. "It's emerald green arborvitae. Amazing tree it is."

Both of them stared at the tall trees.

"Arborvitae is latin words. It means 'tree of life'. They grow slowly, but they have long lives. Though they are not drought tolerant, they still need full sun to grow. Therefore they bear it." Masaki smiled. "This tree always reminds me of someone."

Sakura was absorbed too into Masaki's reflection. The sun was mean to that tree. It gave something for they to grow, yet they were vulnerable to it.

But this sire was true. They could bear it, no matter what. They needed to live. That was what put them through all of those. Sakura thought.

They rode a mini golf cart which had been parked not far from the place they had been earlier. Sakura scanned carefully every building they passed. She did not understand how some certain people could own lots of giant buildings like this.

"Anyway, you haven't told me why you want to meet Kinomoto-sama?" asked Masaki while he was driving them.

Sakura scratched her back head nervously, "I'd like to beg something from him."

"What is that something?" Masaki's old eyes widened in curiosity.

"Like, do not take my home away from me-request." Sakura answered slowly. She was actually confused how to answer him for that question, so she though to be honest might be better.

Masaki let out a loud laughter, "So he decided to seize your home?"

Sakura nodded grimly.

"He is a very stubborn and strict man, kid. It's kinda impossible if you request something like that to him." Masaki frowned.

Sakura smiled lightly, "I still don't know if i haven't tried yet. If i heard from you that he is a man like that, there might be a possibility that he would not grant my wish. But things are not set in stone. I still can change it."

Masaki was startled. He glanced at the young girl beside him with a surprise. This girl had that idiom that his parents had always taught him, which was he had taught back to his off-springs.

Things are not set in stone. She is a sensible girl, he thought. "You got a good spirit, kid. Keep it high. You are going to need it much."

They stopped in front of the tallest building of the district. There were lots of security officers guarding the glasses entrance. They seem really fierce, Sakura thought.

She got out from the cart and bowed deeply to Masaki, "Thank you very much for helping me, Masaki-san."

Masaki smiled and patted her shoulder. "Good luck then."

Sakura nodded once again and turned away to walk towards the guards. She inhaled deeply and encouraged herself. "Good morning, I'd like to meet Fujitaka Kinomoto-sama."

A sour faced guard man scanned her quietly. "Please collect your identity card."

Sakura was surprised that they did not make it impossible for her to get in. She huffed and took out her identity card from her purse.

Masaki Amamiya saw the young girl went inside the building. He signaled the security to let her in. That girl gave him something strange that could make him always smiled. He chuckled, "She is really a unique girl."

"Like the unique color of her eyes. Emerald."

Sakura felt her heart beating really fast as a woman in suit led her into a transparent elevator. She could see every floor from it. It was a very huge building indeed. There were a lot of people in every floor, busy doing something in front of computer or walking back and forth, typically an office.

She wondered what kind of company they were actually and what things that they dealt with. When they arrived at the seventeenth floor, Sakura saw a tall figure that she did not wish to see. But of course, Touya Kinomoto is here with her father. she sarcastically thought.

"Excuse me, Young Master Kinomoto, there is a guest for Master." The woman who accompanied Sakura, bowed to him.

Touya seemed startled when he saw Sakura. He stared sternly at the woman, "What is she doing here? How did she get here?"

"I don't know, Sir. The security let her in..."

"Are you paid to know nothing?" Touya yelled furiously. "Get her out!"

Sakura could only stare, and before the woman took her out to the elevator, the brown huge door behind Touya was opened, revealing a middle aged man with a brown hair, eyeing the situation from his light brown orbs. "What happened here? What were those yelling?"

Touya faced his father and said with a more normal voice, "This incompetent officer decided to bring everyone here to meet you, otou-san."

Sakura was startled when the man came out of the door. So he is Fujitaka Kinomoto. Why do i think like i've ever seen him before? He is so familiar. she thought.

Sakura spent a few seconds in amazement, before realizing both men glaring at her. She snapped herself back, "Oh, I'd like to talk about a few things related to the foreclosure of the Kibou Yoi Orphanage."

Fujitaka furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his watch, "Well, i guess i have five minutes, since it won't be more than that."

His words discouraged Sakura for a moment, but she stood still. She needed to do this, or her family would be homeless. Other officer escorted them to a small meeting room.

"I apologize for my rudeness before. My name is Maeda." said Sakura when they were seated. Fujitaka and Touya sat across her, which made her feel like she was being in a court.

She took a deep breath before stating her purpose, "I would like to beg for your generosity to cancel the execution of our home. You may divert to another vacant area."

Touya let a sarcastic laughter to hear the girl in front of him, "What do you mean? Who do you think you are to tell my father what to do? Your way is too over-line, Miss."

Fujitaka looked sharply at his son and turned to Sakura, "What made you think i would grant your request?"

"Because i'm certainly sure that you, as a parent, would not bear to see under-aged children living on the streets, because the only place they have for living, has to be eliminated. And it is all merely for a recreation park." Sakura gritted her teeth angrily. Why do all rich people seem to have pompousness inside their selves?

Fujitaka was startled to hear this young girl. He felt something interesting inside of him that he continued to test her, "And if i didn't execute the orphanage, what would i get for benefits?"

Sakura was silent. She could not have answer for this. She knew that there would be no benefit if the corporate cancelled the execution. And she knew exactly that every businessman longed for profits.

"I'm a businessman, Maeda-san. I would not do something if there was no advantage for me." Fujitaka said, smoking a cigar which had been given by Touya.

Sakura felt like there was no word left that she could say to this man. This man was ruthless and had no compassion. It seemed like she had come here for nothing. She sighed, "Is that all in your brain? A profit? I could not imagine how the world would be, if all the people were just like you."

Touya suddenly fisted the table. His face reddened. "You! How dare you talked to my father like that?"

Sakura did not heed Touya at all. Her blood was already boiling up, and her anger was like an unstoppable flood.

Fujitaka chuckled. This girl really entertained him. She was really tough and stubborn, reminding him of himself. "Or maybe there is some way i could help."

Sakura frowned. She felt that it was a bit suspicious if that man suddenly changed his mind.

Fujitaka smirked and said, "You have to provide a compensation as much of a hundred million yen in four months of time."

It was already eleven in the evening when Sakura reached home. All the people at the orphanage were already sleeping. She sighed and walked heavily to her room.

She was still thinking about what Fujitaka Kinomoto had stated to her. A hundred million yen only in four months? That man was absolutely crazy. She even never kept more than eighty thousand yen in her hands. What was she going to do?

Sakura closed her room's door and leaned on it. Should she tell Sister Maeda? She quickly shook her head. It would only worry her more. She had no other way than trying by her own.

She sighed once again and walked to reach her wardrobe. It was that time when she stopped her step, realizing something. She quickly turned her body. An elegant figure of short brown haired lady was kindly smiling at her.

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