~Hello again, to anyone who's reading! Ok, maybe no one's reading but that's okay! I am a crappy writer anyway =.=. So today' chapter is a little bit vague and not any fun at all (because you might not know what it is talking about and why I just suddenly skip on a scene and why some scenes are just too long... or DO YOU?) practically because I was sleepy everytime I write this story... (yes, laugh at me) or on a daze, so sometimes when I was pulled back by the raging bulls I call my friends, I immediately think something is really long. Ah, ignore my rumblings. Anyway, Pleeeeeeaaaaasseeeeee review. I will take any comment. I just want to know what I need to improve, and having no reviews means I am perfect at writing (which I totally am not!). SO please please please review (oh god, I feel like a sick puppy), and no, actually just knowing that people visit my story makes me happy, but I just need teachings. PLEASE MASTERS OF THE WORLD, HELP MEEE! (and I should have said 3/4 of what I am saying now on the first chap -_-) Please enjoy!

'Everyone, today we have a new student.'

Loud murmurs suddenly rose in volume.

'Who is it, do you know?'

'Who comes at a time like this? Isn't it a bit late?'

'Ne, ne, I hope it's some cute chick!'

'Shut up with your pervy thoughts, idiots!'

The teacher walked in front of the blackboard and swiftly clicked his chalk on its surface, leaving swats of white letters. The clickings continued as the door slid open. There stood a figure.

'Sensei, am I allowed to come in now?' came the cool voice of the figure.

He smiled. 'Ah yes, Lee-san, you're just in time.'

She bowed her head slightly and stepped into the room, and as she stood there, beside that antique desk, everybody was in for a surprise.

'She… She is… What the hell is she?'

'Hey, that's kinda harsh!'

'She just seemed so out of place from this hell hole…'

'Shut the hell up! Sensei is looking!'

'Is she some kind of goddess or something?'

'Nah, more like a god. Too masculine for a girl.'

'Isn't she supposed to be in a palace or something? She's too grand for this place…'

And the murmurs kept going on and on and on, talking about the same things over and over again. The teacher, as if not knowing what they were on about, continued with her introduction. 'Lee Baron-san, would you like to say anything to the class?'

She lowered her head. 'Pleased to meet you, I am Lee Baron. Please treat me kindly.' She turned to the teacher. 'That is all I want to say, sir.'

He nodded. 'Then let's carry on with homeroom. Lee-san, please take your seat behind that empty sit. That is where Kinomoto-kun sits; apparently he's not here…'

Soon, the door slid open again, this time with too much force. Another figure appeared by the door, panting and sweating. 'Sorry I'm late,' he said between pants.

'Ah, just in time!' the teacher said. 'Kinomoto-kun, may I see you after class?'

'Yes.'

He felt himself slouched, still having traces of sleep in his bone. Why did I sleep in so late today? I usually wake up earlier than Sakura? He walked towards his table, not knowing that somebody had occupied the sit behind him. Then again, does he really care? He didn't, until he suddenly picked up his sight from the floor and looked straight at the person in front of him. He moved back a few inches away in shock. More to the fact that he could not pick up her presence, How can he not recognise her presence?

'You?' he said, confused whether he was in for another crazy trick, still sleeping, or was seeing an illusion. He couldn't sense anything from her - her presence, her boldness.

'Ohayo gozaimasu, Kinomoto-kun,' she smiled, her gaze telling him that she didn't recognise him. He was further confused.

'What's wrong, Kinomoto-kun?' the teacher asked, lifting a piece of chalk and a book, indicating that homeroom was over.

'No, nothing is wrong.' He waved his hand and abruptly sat on his chair. He quickly pulled a book like the one in the teacher's hand from his bag and searched the board for the page number. He flicked through the pages and settled at one page.

'Lee-san, would you mind reading the page to us?' the teacher instructed. She stood up. She parted her lips. And suddenly a rush of calmness following at her action suddenly penetrated Touya's mind. He found himself drowned in her voice. Peeking from the side of his lids he could see that the others felt the same way as their shoulders fell back.

!~!

'I will look over this for this once, but please don't be late again,' the teacher softly scolded. He muttered a yes, and he was dismissed.

'Touya!' Yukito flapped his arms on his directions. Yuki jogged his way towards him and hopped in front of him.

'Where were you, Yuki?' he grunted.

'There was some emergency with my grandmother.' He grinned, showing his teeth.

'Huh? What's wrong?' he asked. There was never a problem with his grandmother before, not in her health nor in her need of help.

'My grandfather had a hole on his underwear, so he caught a cold. That's why I had to take care of my grandmother while she patched his underwear.'

He looked at him with goofy, tired eyes. 'Haha… Funny.' I've been worried for nothing, he thought.

Yuki glanced at his watch. 'Ah! I have to go! There's a club needing my help. See you later!'

'See ya.' He waved. He then sighed and turned his heels to the opposite direction, but, at the fleeting moment that he looked outside the window when he turned, he looked again at the tree that bowed to the framed glass wall. He squinted on the tree hard, until he gave up and sighed again.

'Nothing is there,' he said, or rather, assured himself, as he looked back down at the hallway and continued his path. Still, the shadow that he thought was there, up on the tree, nagged at him, despite that it had been put in the furthest part of his thoughts. Why is it nagging him so much?

!~!

'You are a very cruel person,' he tranquilly smiled, contrasting to his disapproving sentence.

He looked at the liquid that swirled in the woman's translucent glass bowl as she twirled across the room, towards the shelf that is home to all of her magical goods. She giggled like a little girl, finding the ecstasy of all her doings, and picked two white strings. She placed it on the fluid, criss-crossing each other, dividing its surface into four. She dunked one of her long fingernails into them and spread a spectrum of shimmering lights into each one.

'Sa, tell me of the four people you would like to see, Clow Reed-san~!' she gleefully sang.

For a moment, Clow Reed kept his lips pressed together, not intending to answer. Yet as minutes passed, her delicate face still obstinately waited for him. He could only sigh softly. 'Even if I were to tell you what I want, you would just do something on your own, correct?'

Her long sleeves covered her lips as she smiled. The bells hanging from her neat hair jingled. 'Alright, this one wish is free, free of charge.' She quietly chuckled a she imitated the humans.

He immediately closed his eyes. 'May I see…' and he stated four names. The names materialised. They dove into the bowl and floated. Slowly, they dissolved, just like sugar, and the images of the four people surfaced. He intently watched each division, wanting to know what this sorceress had done to each person that was shown.

He was the greatest sorcerer in the world, yet there was a sorceress that some people would think was on par of his level. That person was the one standing right there beside him, watching the bowl with a cheeky gaze. The reason that he was now there with her was that, despite him being more powerful, she was powerful enough to change bits of the past that he had already foreseen in this past millennium.

He looked at one of the divided sector, and the sorceress felt his watch softened. She took a peek at what he was watching, and a twitch of her mouth formed a tiny small.

'That girl…' she asked, but kept quite as she examined his eyes, which were clearly unfazed by her remark. Those girls… She shook her head and the bells of her hair jingled again.

'A doting father, I may say,' she hummed.

He rested his watch on her now, being shook back to reality. 'Which girl do you think I am watching?'

'Isn't it both?' she knowledgeably answered

'You have a sharp eye, Madame,' he laughed. 'I see your plan is not to harm them. That is a relieve. Nonetheless, why do you do what you are doing?'

She slowly grinned in excitement. 'I watched a videotape of a drama that I found. Then I thought of how the people directing the characters must feel while filming it.' She twirled once. 'Maybe I just wanted to now how a director feels'

'You silly,' he uttered. 'Then why use my people?'

She wasn't sure why herself, but she wanted to get on his nerves for once, like he did to her sometimes. Only, she could not tell him, could she?

'S-E-C-R-E-T,' she said while her dark finger nail waved in the air.

He sighed as he smile. 'You really are the oddest.'

'Says the person who is an oddball himself.' She stuck her tongue out.

WAAH! It's so looooooong! I didn't realise. By the way, is anyone really reading any of my work? Because no one is reviewing. ),: I feel lonely and I don't know what 'hit' means in the story traffic (since I am new). Can anyone tell me?