31. Sword Practice
Sometimes, she just liked to watch him.
Syaoran seldom practiced near the cafe—he and Kurogane-san usually went to the park, where there was space. But when Sakura did get to watch, she was captivated by the way he moved.
Like a wolf, she thought, lips stretching into an unconscious smile as the brunette repeated the techniques Kurogane-san had taught him that morning. His movements were sinuous, graceful. More like a dance instead of a way of fighting.
Behind her, the bell sounded. She turned away from the window, and smiled radiantly at their customers. "Welcome to the Cat's Eye Café!"
32. Touch (150)
It was just a light brushing of fingertips, but it was the first time she'd purposely touched him since Tokyo. His heart rate accelerated.
"During my travels with the one who shares your form, he was always rescuing me," Sakura said. "I've only put you through pain and hardship—"
"If this is an apology . . . I don't need it."
Her eyes went wide for a moment, the light glinting off her jade irises. He almost apologized before her lips curled up in a smile.
"Thank you, Syaoran-kun."
The words hung in the air. She called me Syaoran-kun, he thought, heart kicking into overdrive at her smile. Her smiles appeared so seldom that he'd forgotten how much he'd wanted to see it for himself.
For the first time, he was glad his clone had gone berserk in Tokyo. If he hadn't, Syaoran never would've gotten to see Sakura smile.
33. Falling
There was a specific method to receiving feathers. First, Syaoran would run to her, smiling, and hold the feather out in offering. Sakura would step forward, showing she was ready to receive the memories. The feather would touch her chest and merge with her body, rippling as the similar energies combined.
Then, when everything went dark, and her legs collapsed under her weight, a warm pair of arms would encircle her. They would hold her up as she fell, so that even when the world vanished in a sea of memories, she remained anchored to that one person. To Syaoran.