A/N: Syaoran time!

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A week had passed since Sakura had extracted Syaoran-san's soul from Syaoran's body and sent the former to Fai while she herself looked through the latter's memories. As she saw more and more of what her beloved had been through, she fervently hoped that Syaoran-san would be able to help Fai till she and Kurogane got to that world to rescue him. Kurogane had already told her the story about the rules of that world that were keeping the Magi living in Magihidusi from helping Fai. Even the Oracle, it seemed, was tied down by these rules. But that didn't mean that Fai would suffer any less.

Heaving a sigh, she shifted the tray in her hand before politely knocking on the door to Syaoran's room. Syaoran was still not responding to her, or anyone else, for that matter. He had yet to even utter a single word from his mouth.

He was always staring off into space with that horribly blank look in his eyes. He'd remain in whatever position he was for hours on end, not moving unless someone else moved him. The only reactions he gave were when someone tried to touch him. He'd shy away from the contact but only just barely, as though if he had given up on it altogether. He flinched whenever Yukito tried to touch him to heal his injuries and had reacted the worst when it was Kurogane that was touching him. With Sakura, his reaction was only a little better. So far, to the great annoyance of both Touya and Kurogane, Syaoran seemed to be at the greatest ease with the prince. Which wasn't much altogether, but it was something when compared to his reactions to the others.

Though the thing to be kept in mind was that he allowed only the briefest of contacts before seizing up completely, and that too when he was approached slowly. It had also been a week since he had eaten anything solid and that was something that was worrying Sakura greatly. Sure, before now they had provided his body with the nutrients intravenously whenever he was passed out, but he had to start eating soon.

It was scary how thin and frail his body had become. He even refused to drink water, paling at the sight of it whenever someone approached him with a glass, but Sakura was still slightly delighted to discover that he had drank the glass she had left at his bedside the previous day. But that had happened when he had been alone. He refused to eat any medicines to aid in his recovery and he always started shaking uncontrollably when faced with a needle.

So every time they had given him nutrient via drip, they had laced it with sleep inducing drugs to keep him from waking up and freaking out in the middle of it.

She waited a couple of seconds before softly pushing the door open. It was late in the afternoon and Syaoran lay unmoving on the bed, staring listlessly at the ceiling. He gave no indication to acknowledge her presence as she set the tray on the table next to his bed.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, Sakura placed her hands on his bare shoulders, moving them under his armpits to lift his body into a sitting position. Although he stiffened at her touch, he did nothing else as she rested his back against the headboard. Refusing to meet her gaze, he lowered his eyes to stare blankly at his hands.

"Syaoran, please," Sakura said, looking directly at him, "eat something." He gave no indication of having heard her, though he did clench his fists around the blanket a little.

"Syaoran," she tried again, not letting his reaction discourage her. At least he wasn't trying to crawl away from her. Cautiously sitting on the bed by his side, she lifted the bowl of chicken broth and held it out for him, but Syaoran stubbornly kept his head lowered.

Heaving a sigh, she placed the bowl back, moving closer to him, noticing the way his body stiffened. His knuckles turned white from the forceful way in which he was clutching the blanket.

"Syaoran," she reached out with her hand and he flinched, shrinking back from her touch, but she cupped his face anyway. "You should eat."

Several long moments passed with the two sitting in that manner, till she let her hand drop by her side with a barely suppressed sigh. "I'm going to go check on Moko-chan." She told him as she climbed to her feet, "You should finish the broth while it's still warm. I made it for you myself."

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Meeting Kurogane's gaze for a short while, Sakura picked up another tray of food, this time the bowl filled with a thick broth of sorts.

"Mokona is still not responding to any of the spells. Yukito-kun is going to try a new set of revival spells on her tomorrow."

"And the kid?" he questioned, not having the heart to go check on the shell of his former student himself.

"I'm going to try and see if he'll eat." She mumbled softly, pushing through the doorway to enter the boy's room.

Syaoran had not moved from the sitting position that Sakura had helped him into that afternoon. He was merely staring at the blank expanse of the wall in front of him.

"Syaoran," she said softly, seating herself beside him on the bed, "Please eat something."

No reaction.

"You need to get well, Syaoran." She tried again. The bowl of soup she had left at his bedside was untouched. "Why won't you eat anything?"

Tears prickled her eyes when he turned his head away from her and stared at where the bed met the wall. Sakura closed her eyes for a moment to keep the saltine water at bay and in a moment of sudden inspiration, she was struck with a dangerously stupid idea that made her grin and blush at the same time.

Forcing back the blush that threatened to burn her cheeks right off her face, however, Sakura decided to act on it before she lost her nerve. Opening her eyes, she scooted closer to Syaoran till she was sitting right in front him. Ignoring the way he tensed up, she twisted at her waist so that she was directly facing him as she pulled the bowl of broth closer to her.

Swallowing thickly, she filled a spoon with the thick, warm liquid and brought it to her lips. Keeping it in her mouth, she replaced the spoon and reached out with slightly trembling fingers to cup Syaoran's cheek, turning his face so that he was looking at her with a slightly panicked look in his otherwise glazed eyes. Quickly, before her own courage left her, Sakura leaned forwards till she was pressing her lips against Syaoran's.

She felt her blush darken as she realized that this was the first time they were kissing, not counting the time she had performed CPR on him.

Her heart hammered wildly against her chest as she saw his amber eyes widen ever so slightly. Refusing to stop now that she was almost there, Sakura parted her lips, letting a small amount of broth touch Syaoran's slightly chapped lips. Just as she had been hoping, Syaoran opened his mouth reflexively and inwardly grinning, Sakura pushed the remainder of the food into his mouth, using her tongue to coax his lips further apart. Once she had transferred every last bit, she gently forced his lips shut with her own before moving away with a heavy blush painting her cheeks.

Syaoran stared at her in shock for appeared to be hours before he clenched his fist even harder as his throat moved and he swallowed what she had just fed him. Not missing a beat, Sakura took the next bite, repeating the whole process all over again, knowing full well that even though he was hungry and practically starved, Syaoran would never touch the bowl of food himself.

The third time she did this, a small whimper formed in Syaoran's throat as he hungrily parted his lips the minute she had pressed hers against his. He screwed his eyes shut after that, but allowed her to feed him nonetheless till all the broth was gone from the bowl.

Sakura grinned happily at that, glad to have made him finally eat something, but her grin faltered when she saw how pale Syaoran was and how his whole body trembled ever so slightly as he kept his eyes clenched, holding his breath as though afraid she would lash out and hit him any second now.

"Syaoran," she said and her heat broke when he visibly flinched at the sound of her voice. "You can sleep if you want to now. I'm going to go check on Moko-chan again."

But he gave no reaction to her, remaining as still as a statue… or, well, a shuddering statue anyways. Collecting the bowl, she placed it in the tray before setting it on the ground near her feet.

"Call me if you need anything, alright?" she said, smiling slightly as she climbed to her feet, refusing to let the tears flow even as they threatened to spill from her eyes like rivers of salty water. Picking up the tray from the floor, she turned her back on the brunette's trembling form as she quietly approached the door and slipped through it, silently shutting it behind her.

A/N: Now how many of you went 'Awwww….. *_* ' ? Review if you found that cute. Review even if you didn't find that cute. I'm not really gonna say anything else here. but we'll see more of Fai next time, so stay tuned.

-Nims