Sorry it took so long to update guys! Last couple of weeks of school were a killer. Finals

are this week, so im tryin to update before I go into "Cram mode". Anywho... enjoy!

Oh, yea, Sakura had a reason for being slow on figuring him out. She never knew his last

name well. She always called him Syaoran and his last name was like, stored away in the

file folders of her brain, collecting dust... Plus, she thought the spelling was "Lee"

instead of "Li" but she was a tad it slow...oh well.

Chapter 13: Reunion

That week, I don't think Syaoran and I ever left each others line of vision, I ended staying at his

place...using one excuse or another on Tomoyo and Eriol. I didn't want to tell them Syaoran and I

had found each other just yet, that could wait till later tonight. We were planning on surprising

them...sort of. Anyways. It was about 6:00 on Friday when we both clocked out, figuring if we

made it back before Tomoyo or Eriol, then we would double our "Shock Factor" expectancy.

However, leaving New York City at six was probably not the best of ideas. It took well near an

hour to get to Eriol's house, luckily, they weren't home yet. The two of them were an hour late. So

we got pretty bored. We kind of just planned to be sitting on the couch talking, but since they were

so freaking late, we got to playing a game of Parcheesi I found stored away in the closet. So, you

can imaging their expressions when they walked in, baggage in hand and hats lopsided from the

wind, seeing their roommate and a supposed dead person sitting in the middle of the living room

floor, challenging one another with witty banter and the fact that I was basically handing his ass to

him on a silver platter. I forgot to mention that I rock at this game. Oops. But im veering from the

fact that both of them simultaneously dropped their bag, threw their hats on the ground and blurted

out:

"OH...MY...GOD..."allowing a three second interval, because if they were dead on with the timing,

I would be thoroughly creeped out. Tomoyos mouth fell open and her eyes grew to about the size

of a grapefruit.

"Oh...hey guys, You remember Syaoran, don't ya?" I said sarcastically. He grinned

and scratched the back of his head. Only for a moment though because it was about that time that

Tomoyo barreled him over and knocked him flat on his back. I laughed and stood up, prying

Tomoyo off of Syaoran, who I think was mumbling some plea along the lines of

"please...get...heroff...ofme." however, most of this was muffled by Tomoyos shoulder. Finally, she

stood up and wiped her eyes.

"We thought we'd never see you again!" she whispered, just loud enough to be audible. Then she

frowned and slugged him in the shoulder.

"WHY did you do that!!?? Do you have any idea how worried we were???!" she screeched,

throwing her arms in the air. Syaoran looked...scared...it was kind of funny though.

"Sheez...sorry Mom...I'll remember to check in the next time we're four minors living on the

streets." he said rubbing his shoulder. Eriol smiled and clapped him on the back. The calmest

reaction out of all of us, I noticed.

"Good to see ya man... how ya been?" he asked, sitting down on the couch, the rest of us following

in suit. He shrugged.

"Good, actually. But, like every normal person, ups and downs...and ups..." he said, glancing my

way quickly.

"don't I know it." Eriol said, nodding. "So, what happened to you, after everyone got taken? Come

on, out with it!" Tomoyo asked enthusiastically. He laughed and sighed, leaning back on the couch a

bit. "Okay...lets see here..."he said, trying to find a good place to start. "Okay. Um...after you guys

got taken, It was just Sakura and I, we tried everything to keep away from the cops, but it didn't

really work. We had gone back to the bridge, they found us and well, we all know how that turned

out... The gunshot was just to startle us, but it did allow for rocks to topple down, one hitting

Sakura on the head, giving the other guy leave to whap me with the end of his gun. I woke up in an

Orphanage a few days later." he said, looking around as everyone stared at him intently, including

myself. "I stayed in the orphanage for a little while, working there and earning enough money to

head out on my own, I was eighteen by then, and they legally couldn't keep me, even though I think

they wanted to. Anyways, I found a job at a grocery store for a while, long enough to pay rent on

the apartment I got with the money from the Orphanage. Then, I got a job offer from some big

cheese kind of guy who worked in the 'retail business'...it was only until two weeks after he hired

me, on my first day there, that I found out that he worked for the mob...yes, there is still a mob...so

I left, as soon as I could muster up the courage, explaining that I didn't know what I was getting into

and was begging that he not kill me. Strangely enough, he understood and let me go, but I think

somebody still keeps tabs on me, just incase... but that's besides the point..." he said, turning his

attention quickly to me, who was gawking incredulously. "You got mixed up with the mob??" I

asked, completely confused.

"Uhh...yea, but on accident." he said.. Anyways. I got a job at Tiffany's as a...um...one of them

people who show potential buyers the really expensive stuff... that is, until I read Sakura's article in

the paper. I seriously, no lie, started to cry. I had myself believing that I would never see her again,

that she had gone somewhere so far away that you'd have never even known it existed, that I just

was...in denial for a while, thinking things like 'oh, that's not her...couldn't be... 'and things like that.

But then I decided to find out if I was right. So I sent that letter to the paper, then took the next

available job they had open, which was the photography job. I decided to use my last name only, in

case I was completely wrong and it wasn't her. But I was right, though she only knew me as 'Lee'or

something...it was funny really, pretending that we had just met for a while...then, after about a week

or so, she figured it out. And that's it..." he finished. I looked at the two opposite us, staring

awkwardly and trying to grasp it all. I, for some reason, understood it perfectly.

"So...you...I...wow." Tomoyo stuttered, piecing it all together. Eriol nodded slowly as if playing

everything over in his brain, though there wasn't much to replay, it was pretty simple to me.

"Dude...some title you made for yourself. Anything else you'd like to share with us while your on a

roll?" he asked, trying to wriggle back into his best friends life best as he could. "Well...I was

captured by a band of pirates just north of Florin and became, somehow, the next Dread Pirate

Roberts...but other than that...no." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. We all laughed, allowing

the night to carry on well into the early morning.

By the time we covered everything from our favorite movies, to...every other topic on the face of

the earth, a bottle of whiskey had been round several times and we were all laughing ourselves silly

about absolutely nothing. Curse the affects of alcohol. Not to say we didn't have fun, but by the time

we were through, everyone was borderline completely sloshed and passed out...which is what

happened a few moments later. Tomoyo toppled onto Eriol and began drooling, muttering

something about apricots, Eriol was long gone, his head flopped onto his shoulder, one eye closed,

the other opened, but rolled into the back of his head. Syaoran had fallen off the couch a while back

and was curled up against the end table where as I, the only one who could hold her alcohol well,

was taking very embarrassing snapshots of each other that I will undeniably use in a scandalous

attempt to annoy the hell out of them and remind them never to get drunk, ever again.

The hangovers, for the three of them, were worth it. Tomoyo was actually pretty funny hung-over,

she acted somewhat like a small child who couldn't get her own way. Eriol just kind of slugged

around, running into things and grunting, very Neanderthalic of him. Syaoran, lucky him, didn't hav

a hangover, which is weird. But I appreciated the fact that he let me lay my head on his shoulder all

day because I fear if I moved it, the throbbing would begin all over again.

That weekend was basically getting back in order for the coming Monday. Saturday, we slummed

off the headaches general feelings of 'dear lord, just kill me now's. Sunday, Tomoyo and I went

shopping, figuring that was better than lazing around in the backyard, watching the neighbors kids

run around in circles, screaming at each other. Then, Monday came. And for a reason we all can

appreciate, it felt more tolerable and I liked the fact that my eight and a half hour workday,

sometimes including overtime, was comprised of sitting at my desk, pretending to do work, while

simultaneously playing pong against Syaoran, who was at his computer two desks away. And to

think I used to say I didn't get paid enough for this. Come seven thirty, Syaoran had sent me a

message saying to take the day off the next day, because he wanted to show me something.

However, that something was kept secret for a while...until my super sleuth skills confronted my

morals and told me to find out what the hell was up before I went crazy. It turned out that he was

taking me to dinner...on a yacht, right off the New York Harbor. Which, even though I knew about

it without his knowledge, I still squealed at and jumped around like a fat kid confronted by the

worlds best baker...only that kid was wearing stiletto heels and a black dress that came two inches

short of her knees. Oh the analogies one comes up with when hyper...

Okay, short chapter, but fun, id say!! Huzzah! Anywho, I may be a little delayed in the

next update, im not sure, I have a lot of things to do with this school group thing im in

the first couple of weeks of break. So yea, hope you enjoyed it and review If you can! Id

love to hear what you got to say!

Until Next Time!