This story is getting more and more fun to write! I hope you guys enjoy this installment of TMM! This is also a "flashback" chapter so I apologize if its boring, but its important if you wanna know whats going on!

Summary: Six years ago, Sakura and Syaoran fought side by side against Clow in the final battle to gain the right over the cards while masking their true identities. Now, Sakura is getting married and Syaoran is desperately trying to find out who she is. Can he make it in time? What new challenges await them now?

Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura or any of its characters, but I do own the plot and any new characters (:

C H A P T E R T W O

Regret

T H E M A S K E D M I S T R E S S

[...]

They were in another dimension that had nothing, except for floating rocks. The only sources of light was the bright moon that looked like it was only feet away, large enough to cover the sky.

The clashing of swords echoed throughout the arena. The sizzling of magic being thrown around could be seen everywhere. Three bodies flowed in sync with each other.

Then, that's where it happened.

She could practically see it happen in slow motion.

Clow was about to attack her, when she launched herself at him, with her sword pointing straight at his heart.

She didn't expect him to attack from behind.

At the last minute, Clow disappeared and the sword pierced right above her ally's heart. His body collapsed onto the rocky surface below as his suit became coated in crimson blood.

Her eyes became wide in astonishment and disbelief in what had just happened. She was too shocked to move from her spot. Her gaze went from her sword to the body below her. "I-I…"

"I told you from the start there would be consequences," said Clow as he appeared behind her.

"… This was all my fault." Tears were starting to form in her eyes, but her eyes never tore away from the bleeding form. "If it weren't for me, this wouldn't have happened."

"Actually, it's my fault." Clow smirked. "If I hadn't picked you to inherit my cards, then none of this would have happened."

She whipped her head around and shot him of look of pure hatred. An aura of dark pink surrounded the area and within a few seconds, she once again lunged herself at Clow.

This time, he wasn't prepared. She pushed him onto a rock and held his neck down with her hands and her sword was in the other. The tears blinded her eyes and she could practically see red from the fury. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as her hands worked quickly. Her sword was centimeters away from his neck, when…

"I can't."

Her hold loosened, and she dropped her sword. She could feel her tears start to fall. She fell on her knees and covered her face with her hands, defeated.

Strong hands wrapped around her shoulders while weak ones held onto her hands.

"It's okay if you can't. You've already proven yourself well," said Clow. She looked up and saw his wise blue eyes looking into her wet emerald ones. His smile was sincere as he spoke to her.

"I-I'm so proud of you," said a weak voice. She looked down and saw the weak hold belonged to her friend. She hadn't even realized that she had landed next to him!

"I-..." she started. "I'm so sorry!" She quickly engulfed her amber-eyed friend into a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's cool. I mean, I'm still alive," he joked. It infuriated her that he joked at a time like this, but at least he was alive.

"Well now that we're done here, it's time for me to go," said Clow.

"Go? Go where?" she asked.

"It's time for me to move on from this life. Now that you've become the new Mistress for the cards, I'm not needed anymore." As he said this, his body started to glow lightly.

"But Clow-san, I-I don't want you to go," she said. "I'm never going to be as good of a magician as you are now."

"I'm sorry, but it's my time," he answered. His body began to slowly disappear. "You will have all the strength you will need inside. And you have a future only you can create."

Her grip tightened on his arm, but regardless, his body still faded until he could barely be seen.

"Take care of Cerberos, Yue, and the cards for me. I'm sure you'll be an excellent master for them." Clow flashed a sweet smile and finally he ceased to exist.

When she looked around again, she found she was in the bottom of Tokyo Tower with her wounded friend on her lap. And they were surrounded by people in robes. A lot of them.

In front of them, an elegant woman emerged from the line of robed men. She was beautiful and looked young. Next to her was a glasses-eyed boy with blue hair and matching eyes.

"We've been waiting for you."

She walked closer and finally saw what happened to the fallen boy. Her face contorted into anger and concern. "Wha- Who did this to you?"

"... It was me."

The woman turned her attention to the girl who held the boy in her arms and sent her a dark glare. With a flick of her hand, two men came forward to grab the boy's body from the girl. With another flick of her hand, she was sent flying to the other side of the tower.

"I never want to see your face around my son ever again. Do you hear me?" yelled the furious lady.

"Ye-"

"Stop. It wasn't her fault," interrupted a hoarse voice. The girl turned around to see her friend supporting himself against a robed male. His shoulder was still bleeding.

She had caused this. She had made him feel all this pain. And in the end, for what? To see her succeed in something he failed in?

The girl stood up from her position and looked at the ground.

"... I never want to see you again," she whispered.

"What?" said the boy incredulously. He began to walk towards her despite his mother's opposing looks.

She lifted up her head this time and revealed determined emerald orbs. Despite her cut uniform and cuts on her arms and face, she still looked as beautiful as ever.

"I hate you. I never want to see you again, ever, in my entire life."

The boy stopped walking when he was right in front of her and placed his hand on her cheek.

"I know you don't mean that," he whispered. "Listen, we can just start anew! Just the two of us, alone. We don't have to fight anymore, just please, don't say that."

He sounded so hurt. It killed her in the inside. But the worst hadn't happened yet.

"I love you, so much," he whispered before he planted the most delicate kiss on her lips.

The sweet feeling of his lips on hers made her heart skip a beat. She had been waiting for this moment for a while, but it didn't last very long.

"Stop. This isn't right," she said.

"And what's so wrong about it?"

"Can you just stop? This is over, we don't have any reason to see each other anymore."

"She's right, son," said the woman. "There is nothing here, so lets leave."

"No," he said sternly. "There can't be nothing here. After everything we've been through, it couldn't be that I was the only one to feel something."

Why isn't he understanding? Why can't he just leave her alone?

"I-I.. I can't stay here," she said. She ripped herself out of his hold and was about to leave when an iron grip held back on to her wrist.

"I know you love me, so I'll come back for you."

Without looking back, she tore her wrist out of his hold and ran.

[...]

Tears were still streaming down her cheeks after she ran in the direction of the dense forest behind Tokyo Tower. The moon shone with the same fervor it had before onto her beautiful complexion. Her legs carried her expertly over and under trees and shrubs as she headed nowhere in particular.

"Wait!" yelled out a voice not long after.

The girl looked behind her to find the blue-haired boy running to catch up to her.

The girl started to run faster, but suddenly her legs stopped functioning. She fell face-first onto the forest floor and didn't even bother to stand back up as her chaser approached her.

This just wasn't her day.

"What do you want?" she asked as she sat up.

"I just wanted to introduce myself," he answered as he held out a hand. "My name is Eriol."

The girl looked at his hand hesitantly. "That's great, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go."

Eriol chuckled. "The polite thing to do is take my hand and state your name as well."

"I don't give out my name to strangers, sorry."

"What if I told you I am the reincarnation of Clow Reed and related to that brown-haired idiot back there?"

She looked from his eyes to his hand and smiled. "My name is Sakura Kinomoto."

He smiled. "Well Sakura, we are going to be the best of friends."

"Well before that, can you undo the spell and let me move my legs?"

[...]

I will always regret walking away from my one true chance at true love. But then, four years later, I met Shiro.

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On a busy street in Tomoeda, an auburn-haired girl could be seen running, barely missing colliding into anyone. She was too excited to slow down her pace because her future awaited her in the famous restaurant, The Guardian.

Once she finally arrived, she was relieved to find her best friend, Tomoyo, not present. That meant she was early. She was greeted by a waiter and seated at a table near the back for privacy. Then all she had to was wait.

Five minutes turned into ten that turned into half an hour. She repeatedly rejected the waiter's offer to order, saying she was waiting for someone. Tired of waiting, she took her phone out and called her manager.

"Hello?" answered a melodious voice.

"Where the hell are you?"

"What do you mean?

"I'm here sitting at The Guardian looking like an idiot sitting here alone for the past half hour! Where are you and the representative from the Golden Modeling Agency?"

A giggle could be heard from the other end of the line. "Sakura, you do know the meeting is tomorrow right?"

Sakura hung up the phone immediately and let out a loud groan.

"Do you need any help, ma'am?" asked a small voice.

Sakura lifted her head and found herself being lost in blazing blue-gray eyes. A charcoal-haired man dressed in a black tux had taken a seat across from her and was just staring at her as if she had turned nuts.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Are you sure? A pretty lady like you shouldn't be here alone."

Now Sakura was getting really freaked out. "How do you know I'm here alone? My companion could be in the bathroom."

The attractive man smirked. "Actually, being the owner of the restaurant, I'm obliged to know everything. Like the fact that you have been here alone for half an hour and haven't even eaten yet." The man called over one of the waiters and ordered him to bring two lunch specials.

"Two?" asked a confused Sakura.

"Why of course! I'll be accompanying you today, if you don't mind."

Sakura laughed before nodding. "Why not?"

After conversing a little more, the food arrived.

"Oh, and by the way, my name is Shiro."

[...]

After that day, we met again while I was taking a stroll at Penguin Park, and the rest is history. We dated for a year before he proposed.

And of course, I said yes. After the moment he proposed, I've been acting differently. From my point of view, I do love Shiro a lot. I hope I'll get to love him as much as I did him.

While I lie on my bed here, I'm forced to think about all of this.

Wow, I sound so melodramatic.

But I don't care. What else is there to say when you lose the one you love because you stabbed him?

There's a small part inside of me saying I'm making a huge mistake in marrying Shiro. Maybe I'll grow to love him more with time?

And the wedding is next week. My heart is telling me something is going to happen. I guess I'll just find out.

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Sooooooooooooo? R&R (: