A/N: Gomen gomen minna-san... I'm so sorry for the delayed update...so many things happening all at once ... anyway... I didn't realize I was getting to the end of this little post-ccs story.. anyway, I do hope you'll enjoy this chapter : )

Chapter 8

Sakura felt that she had just been ganged up on. She stared at the huge stack of papers Naoko placed on her hand just after she opened the door to the classroom and greeted everyone good morning. She blinked several times and looked up to find the people inside clapping and congratulating her.

"Omedetto Sakura-chan. We're all sure that you'll do a great job as a tenshi in the school play."

"I can hardly wait to see the costumes Daidouji-san going to make you. I hope it would be as beautiful as the fairy costume from last year's play."

"Hey, I'll handle the props if that's okay with you?"

All at once, the chattering crowd got to her shocked brain. Belatedly, she reacted. "HOE!"

Used to Sakura's late reactions, Tomoyo had positioned herself right next to Sakura to clamp comforting hands on the startled girl's shoulder. "Omedetto Sakura-chan. The whole class voted you to play the lead in Naoko-chan's story." She gently guided Sakura to her seat, never once taking her hands off her shoulder. It wouldn't do to give Sakura more time to form a response.

"Naoko-chan discussed the outline of the story before you got in. The class decided on who will play who. Chiharu-chan and Yamazaki-kun will play the part of the young couple, while you will be the tenshi that watches over them. And there will be several things I will need to discuss with you right after school at your house." Tomoyo explained quickly, an ear out for the sound of incoming footsteps signaling the arrival of their homeroom teacher.

Sakura placed the tray laden with tea and puddings on the floor between them. As expected, Kero-chan swooped down and grabbed one of the puddings. She poured tea and all the cups and handed one to Tomoyo who sat serenely across from her. "What things do we need to discuss?"

Tomoyo took a sip daintily from her cup, lowered it and smiled innocently. "We will need the Sakura cards power to make this video great."

"Video?"

"Sakura cards?"

The two other occupants of the room blurted out at the same time. They exchanged glances and asked simultaneously. "What for?"

"For the play of course." Unperturbed, Tomoyo took another sip of her tea and proceeded to take a bite of the pudding in front of her. "Oishii. Your father's pudding is the best."

"Ne, Tomoyo, aren't plays suppose to be performed live?" Kero floated in front of Tomoyo with his arms crossed and a raised brow.

"Yes. However, I managed to convince the teacher that's we'll be doing a movie. And just when I think of the endlessly possibilities, I get goose bumps all over." As if to add more credit to her claim, she shivered slightly.

"Oi, Tomoyo-chan, what exactly are you planning?" Sakura asked almost reluctantly.

"I'm glad you ask. This is what I have in mind." Tomoyo proceeded to outline her plan to her audience as they got more and more wary with every word she uttered.

Syaoran dropped his bag on the foot of his bed. The day was too long for his taste though he suspected it wouldn't seem as such if he got Sakura with him checking out the booths before the play started.

The play was a success if the number of girls waiting for him backstage was any indication. Syaoran had to push his way out of the crowd in order to reach the dressing room. Despite the protesting fans, he felt exposed in the vest he had on and the turban was slipping over his eyes.

Mei Ling was pretty much fulfilling her promise as she got the girls to give way so Syaoran could get away. And with a thunderous expression on his face, she felt it safer for everyone.

Syaoran lay uncaringly on his bed. He closed his eyes and placed a hand over them. A few more days. Just a few more days. He chanted to himself. It had become his mantra since Mei Ling let it slipped that they're going to Tomoeda nearly a month ago.

The plane ticket had been burning a hole in his drawer and he had to keep himself from reaching for it and running off in the middle of the semester. Wei had made the reservation on the exact day Sakura will be having her own cultural festival.

He glanced to his desk; his eyes landing on a photo Sakura had sent him to wish him luck. She was holding Syaoran, the bear, in her arms and smiling happily. She even included a sweet note saying that she'll be holding Syaoran close to her heart until they meet again.

He smiled as the wait would soon be over.