A/N: Well it's time to officially start the story and back away from the setting. Sorry if this isn't as quick as you all expected. Thanks for all the reviews, though. I got past 10! I doubt I'll get past 100 by the end of the story, but hey, here's to hoping! Also, I rewatched some episodes to regain some knowledge of the persona of each character, but obviously, Nadeshiko wasn't really there, so I don't really know her character. If you disagree with my portrayal of her, I'm sorry. I'm not really trying to get an accurate portrayal of her.

To clear up some confusion about the amnesia Sakura has: post-traumatic amnesia is amnesia caused by damage to the brain, often a head injury. It can either consists of anterograde amnesia, where they basically suffer from short-term memory loss, or retrograde amnesia, where pre-existing memories are lost or distorted, but the ability to memorize new things remains, or a mix of both. Sakura's case only has retrograde amnesia and 11 years of her memory is gone. The cure to amnesia is unknown and recovery is never certain, so there really isn't anything holding her back to her house for now. Now on with the story!

Third Person P.O.V

The line went dead. Syaoran exhaled as he returned his phone to his pocket with annoyance. He sat back down on his desk and slowly spun the chair around so that his back was facing the door, encased in his thoughts as he pushed his hair back. He was in his office of the Li corporation. Being CEO, his office was gigantic to say the least. A personal library covered and entire wall with a little reading area with a single person couch and a lamp was off to a corner. The other wall had a door to a bathroom and a sort of bedroom environment, complete with a flat screen HD TV, queen sized bed, a loveseat couch facing the flat screen, and a bedside counter with a digital clock, laptop, and lamp. His work area was at the back of the room with a huge desk and multiple filing cabinets. Papers were neatly piled across his desk and his supplies safely tucked away in any of the drawers. His mac was placed to the left side and tilted towards him. Behind him was the best view of Hong Kong that money could buy. Li corporation had air rights, so no one could ever obstruct any view. Syaoran's office, in particular, was on the highest floor and could see miles across the horizon. He sighed as he put his elbows on the arm rests and had his fingertips touching each other.

'It would never work! The woman hates me!' He thought to himself. He sighed as he recalled their twisted history. Everything that stood a chance in becoming something good took a turn for the worst. There was absolutely no way she would speak to him. It's not that he wanted her to apologize. It's not that he wanted her to forgive either. He tells himself how he wants his revenge, but secretly, he wanted to forget just about as much as she did.

Forget... The words his mother said echoed his mind. '...she doesn't even remember you...' His eyes flew open as a contented smile creeped onto his face. Maybe he can have a little fun with this. He picked up his office phone and pressed a button while placing the phone next to his ear.

"Wei?"

"Tomoyo! I have some interesting news you may want to hear. Just promise you'll do exactly as I say."

"Well if you're calling me during work, I'm guessing this must be very interesting. Go on. I'm listening."

Sakura's P.O.V - Three Days later

"Sakura~! Hurry up!" Nadeshiko called to me from the kitchen in a melodic way. I was upstairs frantically packing for my trip to Hong Kong and my room looked like a hurricane hit it. With no memory of what most of these items were and what they did, I couldn't really determine what I really needed and where I possibly hid things. It didn't help that I was just released by the hospital yesterday. My taste wasn't that different, but the surroundings were changed. What caught my eyes the most was my updated wall of achievements. My high school and college diplomas hung next to each other, as well as my master's degree. Other awards, like Honor Roll, Student Body President, and 'Student of the Month's, surrounded them. Right below was a sash saying "Prom Queen" and below that, a shelf full of awards. Most Spirited, Cheer leading Champions, etc. What drew my attention the most was a sparkling tiara next to a rather dull one. I picked it up, expecting plastic since schools are just that cheap, but it was silver and diamond. I flipped it around and saw 'A more fitting tiara for the Princess' engraved. I blushed at that simple gesture, unknowing who did it. I put it down and proceeded to pack.

Looking through my underwear drawer, I was a bit flushed to find nothing but thongs beneath my bras. There were a few pairs of lacy hipsters and girl boxers, but still. I was barely getting over the fact that my bras weren't so small anymore. I held up one of the thongs infront of me, trying to figure it out. How does this cover anything? Won't it give me a wedgie all the time? My 24 year old mind was a mystery to me. I knew I had no time to go underwear shopping, so I just gave in and packed them. I looked at the door of my walk in closet. It was a mirror itself so I just looked, adjusting to my body. I did a 360 and let my hands wander. I have to admit that puberty was kind to me. My skin was slightly more tan that I remember too, to my delight. I only grew to 5'4 after all those years, but it was fine with me. My weight distributed to good places, giving me an hour glass figure. Plus, I had the 34C chest I always wanted. I smiled in content as I opened the door.

On the wall to the right, there were shelves of neatly folded up clothes. On the back wall and the wall to the left, clothes were pressed and neatly hung. The wall where the door was had shelves of shoes. I had to admit that fashion changed for the better. I was quick to filling my carry on and suitcase with clothes. I only packed a pair of black heels, black laced Vans, white Toms, and brown boots. I put on a white v-neck, denim shorts, and green Toms. As I was moving around my clothes to create more room, a little shoe box in the corner became uncovered. Everything was already out to display so something hiding away must be important. I sat down and I pulled it from its hiding spot.

I opened the box and every paper item seemed to have been burnt and wrinkled to some degree. The wrinkling must have been a result from water. On top of all of it was a silver heart shaped locket. I took it out and the weight seemed oddly comfortable, as though I had it with me often. I held it up and ran my fingers across the length of the chain. There was a brilliantly cut emerald in the middle of the locket. Around it, traditional Chinese characters were fancily engraved. I didn't take Chinese, so I couldn't translate it. I flipped it over to see if there were any other words. On the back, cherry blossom petals falling was engraved. I unlocked it, hoping to find a clue with no such luck. It was empty. I sighed but decided to tuck it away in my pocket. Maybe it will help for later. I looked through the pictures for more clues. Again, no luck. The pictures were burned, but oddly, from what was saved, a figure was cut out of all of them. The letters also served no help since everything was either burned of smeared. Who ever tried saving these must not have thought it through. I gave up and just put all the papers and photos back. It will come to me eventually. I placed it back to its hiding spot and buried it under more clothes just in case my 24 year old self wanted it kept as a secret. I got up and exited my closet.

I went into my bathroom and packed my toiletries. As a precaution, I went into my medicine cabinet. I didn't have any conditions, but who knows if I developed one over the years. I packed some allergy medicine, facial creams, and pain killers. As I went through it, I found a circular medicine case. It had the days of the month and a couple pills in each of them. I decided I got everything I needed and walked downstairs, the pills still in my hand.

"Mom? What's this?" I asked as I held it up in the air and entered the dining room. She was sitting on her dining room table and in front of her was a huge stack of pancakes drowned in syrup. She was reading a newspaper and sipping orange juice, but looked up to what I was holding. She immediately spit out the contents.

"PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE TOUYA AND YOUR FATHER SEE!" she loudly whispered. She gestured for me to sit next to her. I was confused, but I still listened. Her head came closer "Those are your birth control pills." she whispered. My head turned 10 shades of red.

"HOEEEE?" I shouted. Mom immediately made a shh sound. The two men must have been outside because no one else seemed to hear me.

"Hopefully, you took it because of the reason you were prescribed them. When you were 15, your period went crazy. You had it practically every week! It was light each time, but it was still concerning. You're taking them to regulate your period, okay? Now hush. Your dad and brother would go crazy if they found out I agreed to it!" my mom explained. I slowly nodded, relieved. She continued reading and eventually, Touya and my dad entered the room. Touya was wearing a black apron with pockets on his waist. Sticking out of some of them were balloons. I smiled seeing that despite being the future president of Kinomoto corporation, he still took temporary odd jobs.

"Morning kaiju!" he smiled at me. I instantly glared and stomped on his foot. He winced, but continued smiling.

"Sakura no kaiju!" I angrily stomped away. He laughed and placed his hand over my head.

"You sure she has to leave so soon mom? I mean, we don't even know if someone is really after her." Touya said with his hand still on my head.

"Oh, I know."

"How, then?"

"I saw something like this in a movie once." she responded simply as she turned her page. We sweat dropped as Touya took his hand off my head. I grinned at him and gave him a hug. He was surprised at first, but returned it. He was still the same Touya. I pulled back and smiled at him. I was going to miss him.

"Sakura, would you like me to help you bring your luggage to the car?" my dad smiled at me. I smiled right back, nodded, and followed him. He carried my luggage from my room upstairs to the backyard where the limo was waiting. Apparently mom thought that we needed to as "a precaution. Going out front is too expected."

Touya followed with my second luggage and a couple butlers loaded it while my mom was talking my dad into going to the next Tsubasa convention. Remembering my sacred area, I quietly sprinted to the porch to push the swing chair and checked to see what my last drawing was. I frowned a little to see the area I so often drew on was abandoned and blank. It was like a ritual for me to draw whenever I had a huge event happen. It was like a temporary diary. The picture just got bigger and the sequence was random, so a new story could unfold. Since there were no words, I could interpret it differently each time. I sighed and rose again. I guess that was the flaw with drawing with chalk. I guess it's also the flaw of growing up.

I returned to them, but none of them seemed to notice I was gone. Since I was about to leave until my mom would quit fantasizing about an organization after me, which would be a LONG time, this was a bit sad. Once the everything was in, we all entered the car and I waved goodbye at the maids and butlers. I didn't recognize a few of them, but they must have been around for a while and knew me, so I felt it was just polite.

During the car ride, my mom was lecturing me on how I should have started my Chinese and music lessons earlier so that I'd have something to impress my 'fiance' Syaoran with. Apparently martial arts wasn't impressive. She also started to tell me about how my modelling career for the corporation made me fairly well known around Asia, so people may crowd me but I have nothing to worry about since I'll have a body guard. I groaned at the comment. Apparently martial arts wasn't only unimpressive to her. It was also pointless. My mom continued to go on and on about Syaoran's achievements.

Syaoran. The name strikes a nerve for some reason. I don't remember meeting him nor did I bother to look him up, but I already know that I detested him. Even Touya seemed to be irritated at the mention of his name. I laughed as he commented about the 'Chinese gaki.' For some reason, I didn't notice a diamond ring around his finger until now.

"Touya, is that what I think it is?" I asked him as I pointed my finger. He quickly lifted his hand and looked at it.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this. Since you were the maid of honor, I never thought you'd forget. I got married." Touya beamed at me.

"Oh! Was it with Kagami?" I squealed in excitement. Kagami was his adorable secretary. She had long, wavy teal colored hair and big, ocean blue eyes. She was just 5'0 tall, so Touya's 6'3 height made him tower her. They never dated from what I remembered, but I do remembered how attached she was to him. She was so loyal and her crush was absolutely child-like. It was so cute!

"No, Mizuki! Kagami is happily married now to someone else." he chuckled at my false excitement. I frowned at first, but then I remembered the kind and wise Mizuki who happened to be one of my brother's best friends. I started to burst with excitement again and bombarded him with questions until we got there.

I felt a rush of melancholy as my flight was called. I tried to plaster on the biggest smile I could muster up and gave each of my family members a big hug before boarding.

"Stay safe, kaiju." my brother said to me. Instead of my usual reaction, I just embraced him and smiled. My overly dramatic mom was in tears so she didn't say anything as she held me, but my dad just gave me a sincere look and told me about what to do at an emergency on the plane. I chuckled a little as I pulled away from him and walked away with my carry on.

"Sayonara!" I said as I took one last look and waved. They all waved back, except for my mom who was draining a tissue box of all its contents. I passed the gate and boarded onto the plane. Soon, I was off.

Third Person P.O.V

"Where is she..." Syaoran mumbled to himself with crossed arms and tapped his foot with impatience. He was standing at 5'11 and wearing khaki jeans, a black vneck, and black Vans. Her flight landed about 10 minutes ago. Given that he convinced himself that he didn't want to see her, every moment seemed like an eternity. Next to him was a petite 5'6 girl with wavy long black hair a few inches past her waist, fair white skin, and large amethyst colored eyes. She had a thin figure, but somehow managed to still have natural curves. Her hair was in a high ponytail so it only reached her waist. She wore a tight, white tank top under a loose and thin see through black shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and black heeled ankle boots. She had a pleasant smile on her face as she faced at him.

"Sakura-chan has always been late. Just wait a bit longer, ne? It's the least we could do." she smiled at him. Her smile complimented with her voice was always calming. He sighed and looked up at the roof, bringing his hands behind his head to show a more relaxed stance. A flood of people was pouring out the door. Sakura was not in sight.

"Fine, Tomoyo. She gets 5 more minutes before we come after her." he murmured so softly, only Tomoyo could hear. Tomoyo giggled and looked at the gate once more.

"You sure we should do this?"

"No, but it would give us a more peace of mind. Plus her stay wouldn't start out so pleasant otherwise."

The rush of people suddenly became thinner, and as they thought she wasn't on board, Sakura emerged as she clumsily tried to pull her luggage. She frowned and looked around to look for a sign. She really should have thought about asking how they looked like.

Scanning the room, she saw Tomoyo wave at her. She looked confused, but approached her.

"Hi! You're Sakura-chan, right? I'm Tomoyo! Let's be friends." Tomoyo grinned as she took Sakura's hands into her own. Sakura slowly nodded. Tomoyo's sudden attachment freaked her out, but she knew Tomoyo meant well. She felt an instant joy, yet resentment, to her presence. Sakura looked over at her companion. There was something so familiar and irksome about him, but she was too distracted with his looks to care. His shirt hugged his body and showed off his form, without being too blunt about his muscles that laid beneath the shirt. The sense of mystery in his eyes and unruliness of hair was just too good of a combination. He noticed her staring and gave her a slight glare. Sakura, embarassed, turned away. He crossed his arms once again and faced her.

"Do you know who we are?" he stated simply. Sakura blinked and looked at Tomoyo, who still held her hands, then him.

"Yeah. You're my body guard and she's my guide, right? Nice to meet you!" Sakura nodded. Tomoyo released her hands and the two looked at each other. 'Maybe this plan would work.' they thought to each other.

"Yep. My name is Xiao Lang." he said in a monotone voice. Sakura placed her finger on her chin and looked up.

"Xiao Lang... What does that mean?" she asked when her trance was broken.

"It doesn't matter. Now, let's go." He smirked as he carried one of her suitcases and her carry on. Sakura nodded and followed with the other and Tomoyo walked beside her.

"I know that I'm supposed to meet with my supposed fiance, but for some reason, I feel like I'd rather not. Can we keep this a secret from my mom? At least until I remember why." Sakura said to break the silence. The two looked at each other again before looking at her.

"Hai! It will be our little secret." Tomoyo winked at her.

A/N: Kagami? Mirror? Mirror card? Get it? No? Ok. WELL I'D LIKE TO THANK ALL OF YOU FOR REVIEWING/ALERTING/FAVORITING! You guys have no idea how excited I get whenever I see that I got a new review. Some of you guys see the parellelism so I got excited about that. By the way, before anyone makes a comment on how they don't believe in nor do they like how the characters are acting, especially Tomoyo, just be patient. There's a reason for everything. Also, I took Chinese for two years so I'll include some of it. Just to clarify, Hong Kong Chinese often say 'Wei' when they pick up the phone. It's like Japan's use of 'moshi moshi.' Sorry if anywhere, you read this and find an incomplete sentence. I thought I fixed it but just in case I didn't get through them all! I'm updating as fast as I can so I can speed up the plot while being realistic.

Anatholia: Hey! Oh cool! I decided to start fresh too, but ditched my old account entirely. Thank for for reading mine! I'm looking forward to seeing yours since you're actually reading (so doing research in a way) before jumping into the story. I'm glad you enjoy the concept!

Thank you to everyone else who reviewed! Please review! I'd love to hear what you all think. (: Also, I'm going to start a new story soon and am brainstorming the plot line. I want to know what you guys want to suggest about names! Has to be Japanese. Say the meaning as well (maybe a description of what you want the character to look like if you want too. Maybe I'll use it! (; ). I have some already, but I may need more as the plot line progresses. Again, please review!