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Hi guys!

Thank you so much for those reviews...I thought everybody had forgotten about this fic. *sobs*

So, once again, thank you so much! (':

The cards won't be making much of an appearance in this chapter; I thought I should deal with the Syaoran-Sakura thing first (which I think most of you want as well?)

And regarding the Kimiko-Fumiko business, worry not! I will get round to that...soon...*coughs*

But anyway, here's the glossary, and enjoy!

Konbanwa: Good evening

Chapter Fourteen

Sakura ran blindly. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care. She just wanted to escape.

She pushed through the crowd, her surroundings a blur of colours. She ignored the muttering and murmurs: she was deaf to all. Somebody grabbed her by the wrist and turned her around; her eyes locked onto grey ones. Cold grey eyes…she didn't want that. She stared at Katsu confusedly. His lips were forming words, but she couldn't hear a thing.

'You're not Syaoran…" she whispered. She pulled her wrist out of his grip and backed away, her eyes searching the crowd fearfully. "I must have been mistaken just now…Syaoran wouldn't be here. He must be at home studying…he wouldn't lie to me…!" Sakura turned away from Katsu and stumbled towards the gates of the festival grounds.

He wouldn't lie to me…

Shit. Where was she?

Syaoran shoved through the crowd, looking around desperately. Damn that Fumiko for slowing him down.

*Flashback*

"Syaoran-kun?" His eyes widened and he jerked his hands off Fumiko's waist. What was Sakura doing here? Nobody ever wandered off this far into the fair! He started to speak, but to his horror, Sakura turned and ran away. Katsu sneered at him before running after her.

"Nice going, bro." Fumiko laughed and leaned into him, taking his hand.

"Did you see that Kinomoto Sakura's face? It looked like she was going to cry!" Syaoran snatched his hand away. "I mean, seriously," she continued. "She should start getting used to the fact that you and I are officially dating."

"Shut up." Her sapphire eyes widened as an inkling of the truth dawned on her, and her voice shook with delight.

"Could it be that you haven't told her about our relationship yet? Could it be that she still thinks she has a chance? What an idio-"

"SHUT UP!" Syaoran roared with anger and he pinned her against a tree. "I'm done. I'm not playing along with this crap anymore." He turned to go, but Fumiko's words held him back.

"Don't forget about what we agreed upon, Syaoran. You don't want to see her hurt again, do you?"

He gritted his teeth as the memory replayed itself. This was stupid. He pushed Fumiko out of his head and focused on the more pressing matter as he hurried towards a stall.

"Excuse me, have you seen a girl with short brown hair-" The shopkeeper grunted and pointed towards the gates.

"You young un's are so troublesome. She was runnin' that way." Syaoran nodded his thanks and started sprinting. But the truth was that, he wasn't running towards Sakura.

He was simply running away from everything all over again.

Touya glanced around, holding his plate of okonomiyaki.

He was left alone after Yue pursued the silver blur, but something seemed off. He felt like there was somebody watching him, and he didn't like it. After passing his abilities to Yue, he could no longer sense anything; he didn't know when Sakura was in danger, he couldn't see ghosts-he felt useless. He stabbed his noodles moodily, which were slowly turning cold.

A girl coughed quietly and blushed when he looked at her. She could not be older than ten, yet her eyes seemed to hold all the worlds' loneliness, her shoulders seemed to bear the weight of eternal sadness. She had long wavy hair, pale skin, large eyes; all the features which defined her as 'beautiful'. But the strange thing was, he couldn't decide what her hair, skin or eye colour was. Touya frowned. The flickering light from the coloured paper lanterns must be playing tricks. She coughed nervously again.

"Konbanwa…"

Cerberus stiffened.

He could feel two immense pulses of energy, originating from where he just was: the fair. He poked his head out of the handbag urgently. "Saku-"

"SAKURA!" The shout came from Syaoran, who was running towards them. She tensed and hurried down the street, ignoring his calls. "SAKURA! WAIT!" He lengthened his stride and took her by the shoulder, pulling her to face him. She turned her head and pushed him away, trembling.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Listen. This is a mistake. That wasn't what you thought it was. I-I can explain everyth-"

"You lied to me."

Syaoran's eyes widened at her words, his heart ached. It hurt. It hurt to hear those words directed at him. It would have been better if she had screamed at him, but it hurt even more to hear her utter those four words quietly. But what hurt the most, was to hear her voice breaking, and know that he was the cause of her tears.

"Does she kiss well?" His stared at her, stunned. Fumiko's voice rang and echoed in his head. '"You don't want to see her hurt again, do you?"'

"I suppose so." He heard her breath catch and he took a step towards her, wanting to hold her tight.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "But you have to believe me." Sakura hugged herself tightly, as if protecting herself.

"Katsu-" Anger flared within Syaoran.

"Oh. Are you two calling each other by your first names already?" She carried on as if she didn't hear him.

"Katsu told me you were on a date with Sato-san. I didn't believe him at first." She looked up at him, the tear tracks on her cheeks glinted faintly in the moonlight. "But now I see that he was right." Her words stabbed him in the heart. Why didn't she trust him? What pain Syaoran had was eaten away by his jealousy and anger, and in the spur of the moment said something he shouldn't have.

"Well isn't Katsu the nice guy. I guess you're really happy with him," he gestured the goldfish and the stuffed toy, "and I suppose you two are so close to each other now that you'd pick him over me." Sakura glared at him and wiped her tears away.

"You're right. He does make me happy, because he wouldn't hurt me the way you did."

"If you're so happy with him, then why don't you go out with him?!" Syaoran sneered at her before walking away, consumed by his anger. This was so unfair. He was doing all this for her, and yet…he pummeled the brick wall until his knuckles bled.

"GOD DAMN IT!"

"Fumi-chan!" The honey blonde looked up and smirked when she saw who it was.

"Takeda Senpai." Katsu loped over to her, grinning. "So…did you catch her? Kinomoto Sakura?" He held his hand up in front of her and waved his fingers, shaking his head.

"Nope. Slipped right through." Stuffing his hand into his pocket, he continued. "But I got to thank you for that brilliant opportunity. All I have to do now is to play nice when she's all broken down and emotional, and she's mine." He laughed loudly, forgetting himself. "AND THEN I WILL BEAT SYAORAN ONCE AND FOR ALL!" He ran his grey eyes over Fumiko. "And how was your little date? Were his kisses passionate?"

She ducked her head and looked away, holding back her tears. "We didn't kiss." Her voice wavered and shook.

"He wouldn't kiss me."

TA-DAHH! I thought I shouldn't end with a cliffhanger (well not that much of a cliffhanger) this time round because!

I WON'T BE UPDATING ANY TIME SOON.

I humbly apologise for that, but after my exams are over, I shall be back with a new chapter! :D

Please review and tell me what you think, and until next time-

Ja neeeee!