A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another chapter for this story. I'm really sorry for the extra long wait but my excuse is still the same. It's really hard trying to find time to write stuff with my current schedule and all so I had to write it in bits and pieces. But it's a Saturday and Saturdays are update days so I figured I ought to put this up now. Lucky for you guys, this chapter is over 6000 words long so that ought to make up for my absence, no?

Note: Please ignore the grammatical errors in this thing since I neither have the energy nor the time to go through it all and correct everything on my own and my Beta is currently pretty busy herself so I'll just replace this chapter with its edited version later on when she's free to look it over for me.

Anywho, enjoy! And don't forget to leave a review at the end.

She was falling through the darkness, moving at the speed of light, blinding flashes of light and a violent cacophony of voices surrounded her. She could not feel her limbs or even her body and then all of sudden everything came to a jarring halt before she was thrust forward once again.

"The files documents that you are searching for are in one of the mainframes of the Batlord's Koryo facility." The voice came to her like the speaker was located at the end of a long tunnel but as she spoke, the words grew clearer and the darkness around her began to gave way as the hazy outline of a room began to take shape.

"Are you sure about this Chii?" the voice that replied, issued from her own mouth. Soon enough her surroundings grew clear and she realized she was standing in Chii's office. She looked at the glass tabletop of the blonde's work desk and noticed that the date and time being displayed by the holotock was that of a month earlier.

That was when Chii had first informed her about the files about Project Tsubasa and the events following that had led up to her running into Kurogane. She was viewing her memory.

"I'm one hundred percent positive." Her friend nodded, "this place definitely has the info you need."

"I don't have any jobs scheduled for now, do I?" she questioned, the anticipation clear as crystal in her voice.

"No," Chii smiled, seeing the spark of excitement in her friend's normally cold eyes, "Chunhyang's taken over your spot for now so you're all set to go."

Her own response grew muffled as Sakura's surrounding shifted and she was thrust forward once more.

"The seal has been modified from the standard seals placed on the Mages that work under Fei's command," she heard a serene voice and immediately recognized it as her employer's. The wine-eyed woman was moved around her as Sakura pushed the sleeve of her shirt back into place. The witch had just finished inspecting the unusual seal on her shoulder.

"Can you remove it?" she asked softly as though afraid to hope for anything.

"I can't." Yuuko replied in a curt manner and Sakura's face fell, "however, I might be able to design a seal to suppress the effects of this one."

"But there is a price for it, isn't there?" Sakura asked dejectedly as she began to climb to her feet. She was lucky to have been able to meet with her in the first place, Yuuko was after all, the hidden ruler of Infinity and not everyone was able to get an audience with the legendry witch.

"Of course." Yuuko responded as she gracefully sat down on the low backed settee in front of Sakura.

"I see. Thanks for your time, Miss Ichihara," Sakura said, bowing respectfully before the woman, "I suppose I shall be leaving now."

"And why do you think that?" the woman asked, sounding amused.

"Because I don't have any money to offer in exchange." She replied quietly.

"So?"

"So I won't be able to pay."

"You won't be able to pay, child?" Yuuko threw her head back and laughed loudly. "Of course you will be able to pay." She sobered up, looking her in the eye, "I don't accept money for my services any way."

"Really?" the younger version of Sakura brightened up immediately.

"I can create a seal for you but you will have to work for me until the time you can find what you are looking for." Yuuko nodded calmly, "Of course, you will be given time to research and have resources at your disposal to do so."

"Umm… Miss Ichihara-"

"Yuuko, you can call me Yuuko."

"Okay, umm… Miss Ich- Yuuko, I'm very grateful that you have chosen to help me out but…"

"But you're not sure why I chose to do so." The woman before her nodded in an understanding manner, "It's a good trait." She approved with a smile, "questioning people's motives and not blindly trusting them. I can see now that you will be an excellent employee."

"Thank you Miss I- Uh… Yuuko, but you didn't answer my question."

"I didn't."

"So?"

"So what?" Yuuko quirked a brow.

"So why are you helping me?"

"I have several reasons," the witch responded, "a few of them are personal and a few I am not allowed to disclose so don't ask, but what I can tell you is that you possess the sort of potential I am looking for in an employee. Plus you came here as a reference of Lord Ashura's ward. I am obligated to help anyone that child would send to me."

Sakura opened her mouth to ask something but then thought better of it and complied by simply nodding.

"So you accept the deal?" the wine-eyed woman questioned. Receiving another nod, she smiled, "Very well then. I will get started on the counter seal while Yuzuriha here will help you settle in."

A younger version of one of her closest friends bounded up to Sakura just as the room faded away in smoke and Sakura lurched forwards once more.

She was running, tripping over her feet, the darkness reaching out with icy hands trying to grab her as she stumbled but she refused to give in, managing to start running once again. She could hear voices in the distance, people yelling, chasing after her. Her shoulder burned as though acid was being poured over it, eating skin, muscles and bone alike.

The pain was impossible to bear yet she tried not to scream, knowing that the men following her would be able to find her quicker that way. Biting her lip to muffle a cry as her shoulder throbbed with an intensity of a thousand suns, she tripped over her feet. The tangy taste of blood filled her mouth but for some reason that did not disturb her much. She had been injured worse than this before. Not caring to climb to her feet again, she began crawling forward, not caring as the thorns of the bushes she had fallen into scratched her arms and face and legs. Her filthy dress caught in the branches of one of the bushes, halting her with a sharp jerk. And not a moment too soon, she heard the voices of her pursuers speak from somewhere nearby.

"Damn it! Where the heck did she go?" an angry voice yelled and she held her breath in fear. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she knew they would be able to find her in only a few seconds time.

"She must have run into the woods," another voice replied.

"You three," the first voice barked almost making her jump, "summon a few sniffers and look for her in the forest. Lord Fei won't be pleased if something were to happen to his pet."

She heard the sound of feet running away from where she was but she decided to stay still for the time being. And it was a good thing she did for a couple of seconds later, the second man's voice spoke up again.

"Damn that bastard Flourite. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have to be chasing that snot nosed brat out here in the wilderness."

"That snot nosed brat can kick your ass worse than a Bohairian Dragon," a third voice joined in. Sakura shrank in on herself in fear. Even though she couldn't recall who this Flourite person might have been she knew the owner of the third voice. "So it would be best if you shut your trap and go look for her before she gets any ideas."

"M-Master Rondart!" the first two voices exclaimed.

"Don't just stand here you idiots." Master Rondart snarled angrily, "Go and look for her! We have invested far too many resources to find the perfect subject to let that righteous bastard ruin everything now… why the fuck are you two still here? Go!"

"Yes Master Rondart."

"You have been a very naughty girl, Cherry Blossom." His cold tone made an involuntary shiver run down her spine, she could not let this man find her. She had to get away from this planet as soon as possible. She had to get to Infinity and find that witch, Yuuko Ichihara. That nice blond man who had helped her escape had told her she'd be able to help her. "Master is most displeased with your behavior."

She remained still as a statue, holding her breath even as Rondart began to move away from where she was hiding. But it wasn't almost a minute after she heard his footsteps fade away that she dared to hurriedly freed her clothes from the bush. The man that had helped her, he had told her about the ship leaving port that very day. Keeping that in mind, she began crawling in the dark towards the floodlights pooling around the spaceport, however, just as soon as she was clear of the bushes, she climbed on her feet, fully intent on sneaking onboard the ship but a man's had clamping hard on her burning shoulder made her cry out in pain.

"Oh no you brat, you're coming back to the base."

"No! Lemme go!" acting on pure instinct, she flicked her hand, gripping the hilt of the knife as it slid into her palm. Twisting under her captor's hand, she spun around, stabbing it straight through her assailant's throat, wrenching it free and trying not to shudder as the man fell to his knees with a choked gurgle before collapsing on his side, bleeding to his death. She had to get onboard before they found the man's body. Slipping the blood coated blade back into the pocket inside her shirt sleeve, she raced behind one of the many crates piled in the docking area. As she crouched behind ametal box containing the shipment of some custom made weapons, her surrounding began to fade away once more.

"We don't have a lot of time," the man holding her hand breathed quietly as he pulled her along a complex maze of narrow corridors and winding hallways. "I have modified the seal so that bastard doesn't have control over you anymore hime-sama but I apologize once again. I cannot remove it completely without killing you." Then abruptly turning he pulled her into a dark niche in one the corridor they were walking through as a couple of guards turned round the corner and marched past their hiding place.

"I'm scared…" she whispered when the men had turned around the other corner. "Can't you come with me?"

"I'm sorry hime-sama," he turned around, crouching down to her level as he gazed into her eyes with sad sky-blue orbs the appeared darker in shade due to the lack of light in the place where they were. "I wish I could but if I leave with you, they'll know that you have escaped before you even reach the perimeter of this facility."

"But you're my friend, I can't just…"

"I'll cover for you from here." he reassured her with a gentle smile, ruffling her hair. "You just get yourself to the docks." He said touching her forehead and she felt a soothing pale blue aura envelop her for a fraction of a second as images flooded her mind. I was a comforting feeling but sooner than she would have liked, he had removed his hand and she was left feeling alone once more. "Stowaway on the ship that's leaving port and get to Infinity, once there, ask around for a witch by the name of Yuuko Ichihara." He told her as he once again navigated through the hallways, towing her along.

"What about you? Will you find me there?" she asked, running a couple of steps behind him with her hand clasped tightly around his. He did not answer as he cast a spell on the guard standing near the main entrance to the facility. She had only passed through here once before in her life and that had been a couple of weeks earlier with her Master- no, that man was not her Master, she belonged to no one. She had passed through here a couple of weeks earlier with that man as he had her fight against those prisoners as a part of her final evaluation. The guards were only a part of the security implemented at this part of the facility but apparently the blond leading her along had already thought of that.

The lights around them flickered as blue runes followed the path of his fingers before shooting off in all directions. Less than a second later, they were plunged in pitch blackness. They were right before the perimeter fence by the time the men inside began sounding the alarms.

"You can still come with me. I don't want to go alone."

"I'll distract them long enough for you to escape, hime-sama." He shook his head, messy blond hair flying every which way on the action, "If I can get out of this place later on, I'll come find you."

"Why do you call me that?" she asked softly. "Hime-sama. What does it mean?"

"Because that's what you are," the blond replied, "…my princess."

"If you don't find me in a week," she narrowed her eyes in determination, "I'll come back here to get you."

"I'm sorry hime-sama," he apologized softly before pressing the tips of his fingers against her temple. Once more the blue aura enveloped her mind like a sheet of cool, soothing silk or perhaps a warm fuzzy blanket. It was hard to distinguish as between the feeling rushing through her blood, "But you can't come back here. I am not someone important enough for you to risk you freedom." She could hear the words but they sounded far away. It was hard to concentrate on what was going around her. "I'm not even important enough for you to remember me for long." The words washed over her, refusing to let her thoughts form completely in her mind, "I regret everything I did to you but now you a chance to find what that bastard forced me to take from you."

"What do you mean?" she breathed, feeling lightheaded as she felt parts of her memory slip from her mind. "What are you doing?"

"I'm righting the wrongs." He replied in a tone that was painted with guilt. "Get to the space station and don't let anyone find you." He told her slipping something cool and metallic into her hands. She looked down and realized that it was a pair of flick blades. The hilts were adorned with small pieces of sapphires in a pattern that reminded her of a phoenix. "Yuuko Ichihara. That's the name of the witch who can help you, understand? Find her on Infinity. Tell her you're there on the behalf of Lord Ashura's ward."

"But what about-"

"I can handle myself, hime-sama," he smiled at her gently, patting her on the top of her head just as the power came back online inside the facility. "We have wasted enough time as it is." He said urgently, pushing her towards the fence, "Go! I'll hold them off for as long as I can."

"But-"

"Good luck. I hope you can find what you lost." And then he was gone. Sakura tracked the path he had taken to reach facility for a couple of seconds longer before snapping into action at the sound of a loud explosion. Tucking the knives into the small pockets made inside her sleeves, she expertly climbed over the fence, using magic to shield herself from the electricity that might have otherwise killed her. Landing in a graceful crouch on the other side, she look back towards the ominous looking structure that loomed in the distance before turning her back towards it.

"I hope that nice man makes it out okay." She mumbled to herself, before breaking out into a sprint in the direction she knew the spaceport to be.

The scene shifted around her and the night turned to day just as she spun around, bringing her leg around in a high spinning kick before launching the throwing knives she had in her hands. The pained screams told her that her weapons had met their marks. Landing in a crouch, she narrowed her eyes at the four men advancing towards her from both sides. Waiting till the last minute, she rolled out of the way as a pair of broadswords slashed at the spot where she had been not a nano-second earlier. She ducked under the punched aimed for her face, flipping away from the third man as he thrust a spear at her. She reached out with her right hand and swiped at the attacker's neck, landing gracefully as the other slid to the ground with pour gushing out of his injury. The fourth man swung a club at her while the sword wielder brought his swords around in an arc to slice off her head. Without even blinking, she spun around, flying right through the gap in the two swords, stabbing the man in the face with her knife before kicking off his shoulder to get higher in the air. Only two men were left.

The club wielder swung his club at her but before it could hit its mark, with all the grace of a deadly panther, she moved under his guard before kicking off into the air to get to in level with his face. She didn't even blink as the blood from her latest victim sprayed her face in a fountain of burning crimson. Not wasting time to wipe the liquid away from her face, she swung her left arm in a wide arc, letting the knife fly. The dull thud let her know that like always, it had met its mark.

"Excellent work Blossom," she straightened up at the sound of the voice, turning around to look at the speaker, "I can see you have improved greatly."

"Thank you, Master." She bowed low, keeping her eyes trained on the ground as she straightened. Her tone was bared of all emotions, sounding hollow, dead, almost… robotic.

"I am impressed by your improvement." The man before her said approvingly. "Kyle, remind me to give some time off to our hardworking Mage as well. After all, if it weren't for him, our Blossom here would not have come such a long way from the weakling she was."

"I am glad that I was able to please you Master." She spoke but there was no joy in her tone. It was still empty of all feeling, like a barren, desolate graveyard, devoid of life.

"You have passed your evaluation for now," her Master sounded pleased, "Kyle, bring me the statistics as soon as you are done with them. I wish to send her out as soon as possible."

"As you wish, Master." She didn't have to look up to link that voice to Master Rondart's.

"You can take her to Flourite for her session now." Master said dismissively as he turned around and left.

"Blossom," Master Rondart barked, "let's go."

"Yes Master Rondart." She responded mechanically as she hastened to obey. The guards standing at the gates of the facility didn't even bother to cast a second glance in her direction as she followed behind Kyle, leaving a trail of dripping blood, none of it belonging to herself. The scene shifted once more as the soft drip, drip of crimson liquid crashing on the cold stone floor began sounding like it was coming from a tunnel.

She was moving through the darkness for quite long this time as memories kept on rushing through her head, voices overlapping each other yet she continued recalling it all like she had never forgotten what she had went through in the first place.

As she was thrust into her body once more, she realized that it was on fire. Not literally but it felt as though hot bubbling lava was being poured on her from all sides as her insides were simultaneously being turned to ice.

"Stop! Please! It hurts!" she cried out, trying to move her hand to clutch at her shoulder only to find she couldn't move it.

"Shut it, Brat!" a rough hand smacked her across the face, making her almost pass out before a cold voice reached her ears.

"Don't touch her while I'm working," the person said, "or do you wish to explain to your Master why the seal isn't working how it's supposed to?"

"Stop being a smartass and keep working Mage." Another voice, probably the owner of the rough hand sneered carelessly, "Master Fei doesn't care about the likes of you so shut up before I snap that puny neck of yours."

"Oh?" the person addressed as Mage responded coolly as the burning began to recede. "Then why am I the one working on the subject? Return to your post outside the cell before I throw your worthless mass out myself. And don't bother to interrupt me again, understand?"

Sakura cracked her eyes open blearily only to see a gigantic man glare venomously at the owner of the cold voice before huffing angrily. Turning on his heels, the giant stomped out the door. Heaving a sigh, the Mage shook his head before looking down at her with apologetic, ocean blue eyes. But she knew their original color was much lighter. Like the sky.

"I'm really sorry, Hime-sama," the blond apologized, "but I need to finish what we started or else you will have to bear double the amount of pain tomorrow." Then, without waiting for a reply, the man put his hands against her shoulder and she felt a soothing aura run through her whole body for a couple of seconds before it began to grow uncomfortable once more. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she bit her lip in an attempt not to cry out but she ended up screaming anyways as it grew unbearable.

"Stop it! Please!" she begged, thrashing wildly against her binds but to no avail. A few minutes later, the blond sighed, removing his hands once more.

"You know," he said so softly she thought she had merely imagined the sound over her own ragged pants but quickly learnt that that was not the case when he continued. "There is a way for the pain to stop but…"

"Please, anything, do it, just make it stop." She cried brokenly.

The tips of his fingers touched her temple and she felt his aura flood her mind, sinking into every nook and cranny, rearranging her thought patterns and memories as it saw fit until…

"…but you won't be able to fee anything else either." He finished in a morose tone, but funnily enough, Sakura felt no sympathy towards him. She did not pity this man, nor did she feel angry at him for doing this to her. In fact, now that she thought about it, she could feel… nothing.

Every swirled away in smoky wisps as she began zooming through the darkness.

She was curled up into a protective ball next to the bed, trying to hide behind its bare frame in hope of deterring her captors. The door to the room she was in unlocked with a loud hiss before they metal slid apart to reveal a blond man, dressed in a simple button down dress shirt and black pants.

"You did great at the training today, hime-sama." He smiled encouragingly at her as he settled on the floor next to her. She shivered at the close proximity and the blond seemed to pick up on it as his smile fell and he moved away from her. "I know no amount of apologies would even begin to make up for all that I have been doing to you this past cycle," he spoke in a quiet tone after a while, "but I really have no choice in the matter. It's either I help that bastard or he drags my brother into it all."

"…you have a brother?" she asked in silent wonder despite herself.

"Yes." He nodded, pulling something out of his pocket to show her. It appeared to be a photograph of him and another him, "A younger twin. He's a really strong Mage. Probably a whole lot stronger than me but Fei doesn't know that. And I want to keep it that way." He told her, pocketing the small picture.

"Why?"

"Because he's my little brother." He replied, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the stone wall. She didn't reply to that and minutes ticked by in silence but her thoughts were rushing, turning and tumbling over one another.

"I wonder what it's like…" she finally broke it, "having a brother to protect you. It must be nice… If I had a brother, do you think he would take me away from here?" she sounded hopeful as she turned her head to face him.

He cracked an eye open, "I'm sure he'd be doing everything within his power to get you back."

And then she was zooming through the blankness once more, the cacophony of sounds washing over her, drowning her, suffocating her. This time she found out that she was chained to a wall, when she was thrust back into a memory after a long while.

The room was cold, damp and dark, with water dripping to the floor somewhere nearby. She was scared. She didn't know where she was but she knew Touya would be worried sick about her. And he had every right to be. He had always told her to be careful when going to the bazaar but she never listened. Now she was paying the price. As her turbulent mind came up various scenarios, each more bizarre than the last, to explain what would happen to her she began to cry softly. She wanted her Nii-san to find her.

She didn't want to be turned into a toast by hungry savages or… or be hacked to pieces and used to make kebabs or be turned into a fat slave monster or be cooked over a pit to be eaten by Kaijuu-eaters or… or even be killed to turn her skull into an embellished drinking mug. She just wanted to go home to her brother. Quiet footsteps approached her and she shrank in on herself hoping that maybe the wall behind her would swallow her before whoever it was could use her blood to make Ygiwo sauce. A man stepped into her view but his remained obscure by the darkness.

"This is her?" he asked softly.

"Yes," a heavy, gravelly voice answered, its tone colored with a twisted sort of pleasure and she knew he was the one who'd turn her into bacon strips to eat for breakfast.

"But she's so young." The man standing in front of protested weakly.

"That doesn't matter." The owner of the heavy voice laughed in a dismissive manner and the man in her line of vision cringed slightly, "The younger, the better I say." His laughter boomed around her, bouncing off of the walls and echoing heavily, making her even more scared than she already was. This was it, they were going to kill her. "You have dallied enough." The heavy voice stopped laughing abruptly, taking on a harsher tone. "Now start working or you know what the consequences will be."

The man standing before her fisted his hands, shaking in silent rage, but stepped closer to her anyways.

"Please," she sobbed, the sound echoing off the walls in a manner similar to the other man's laughter, "Let me go." Unable to look at her kidnappers and soon to be killers faces, she lowered her head, the wet tears trailing down her cheeks in a scalding trail.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," he apologized, bringing his hands closer to her temples as he forced her to lock her gaze with his own. His eyes, the color of a stormy, blue ocean, were the only distinguishable feature of his face as a foreign, azure aura entered her mind. It slipped through the weak shields she had put up around it to protect herself from completely breaking down. The aura began to fill up her whole being completely, overwhelming her, forcefully removing parts of memory as it began to modify the rest, molding it, morphing it.

"No…" she struggled weakly, feeling the faces of her Nii-san and his best friend, her Okaa-san and Otou-san fading from her memory, fast. "N-Nii-san…" she breathed trying to reach out to the fleeting memory but found the aura blocking her path. "Nii-san… N-Nii-san…" she kept mumbling, over and over again but she couldn't understand what that word meant.

Her surroundings shifted yet again but the transition was a short one. She figured the duration of the transition was an indicator of how far back in her memories she was travelling.

She was walking down the familiar looking streets of Clow Bazaar, looking around at the merchandize being sold by various stall owners. She stopped at a stall owned by an old man who sold lobster-apples. He always gave one to her for free. Smiling widely, she greeted the old man who returned the gesture in kind before reaching into the pile of his handed her a blue-colored fruit and her grin widened. Thanking him brightly, she skipped along on her way, stopping only once she reached the town square. Turning around she stared at the beautiful stone castle visible in the distance. Black banners emblazoned with the insignia of a red bat hung from every balcony and terrace. The smile left her face as she stared at it longingly remembering the time when the banners used to be a beautiful shade of blue and adorned with the coat of arms of the Clow Royal family. Heaving a sigh, she shook her head and looked way. As the sun almost kissing the horizon, lowering behind the buildings of the town, she realized how late it was getting as she started walking again.

As the darkness spread out more and more, her fear began to increase. She hastened her footsteps as her eyes darted all around her, feeling the invisible eyes of monsters staring out at her from every dark corner. Gripping the blue-colored fruit more firmly in her hand, she broke out into a jog, blood pounding in her ears. Something felt awfully wrong.

She slowed down when her house became visible in the distance. She could see Touya in the backyard, sparring with Yukito-san. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe now. She opened her mouth to call out a greeting to the two boys just as a large hand slammed over her mouth, pulling her into the shadows of one the collapsed buildings.

She struggled against her captor when something sharp pricked the skin of her neck and she felt her lids grow heavier. Her limbs felt like they were filled with lead and her head felt like it was shoved underwater.

"Tou-ya…" The lobster-apple slipped from her hand and rolled out into the street as her world grew dark. She knew she had just witnessed her kidnapping as the darkness rushed by her and she found herself in the living room of the small house those hunters- no, her brother and his best friend had occupied along with her.

"Here you go Sakura-chan," Yukito smiled as he set down a plate of buttered toast on the table, along with a jug full of Orangaton juice just as Touya entered the room, pulling on his shirt.

"Arigato, Yukito-san," she beamed brightly as she loaded her plate with toast and filled a glass with the rust colored juice. In less than a minute, she had wiped her plate clean, washing the toast down with the chilled juice before beaming at the grey-eyed teen.

"Whoa there, Kaijuu!" Touya yelled, acting surprised as he took a few steps back and bumped into the door behind him, "Keep eating at that rate and Clow will be facing a famine."

"Nii-saaannn…" she whined indignantly, "I don't eat that much! And I'm NOT a Kaijuu!"

"All right, all right." Touya laughed, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. He bid Yukito a good morning and sat down in the chair opposite to her. She glared at him suspiciously before stomped hard on his foot to make sure he didn't call her names.

"Ow! That hurt!" her brother retorted, flinching visibly as her glare intensified, daring him to say any further.

When he did not call anymore names however her scowl transformed into a bright smile that she directed at Yukito. Climbing to her feet, she grabbed her hoverboard from the spot where it leaned against the sofa and raced towards the exit to the house.

"You're a fat, little, kawaii Kaijuu!" His voice called after her just as Sakura was about to close the door.

"I am not a Kaijuu!" she yelled angrily as she heard her brother's laughter ring inside the house. Dropping the board to the ground, she hopped on, shooting off in the direction of Clow.

The memory shifted again as she ducked under the incoming fist and jumped to the side. The dark-haired boy spun around, bringing his leg along for a kick but she managed to get out of the way, a little clumsily.

"Don't think I didn't see that. You're getting fat, Kaijuu," the teen grinned as he continued his attack.

"Nii-san, I'm not a Kaijuu!" she stomped angrily, forgetting to block the incoming punch that left her winded as she fell on her butt.

"So says the Kaijuu who can't even fight." The blue-eyed boy laughed, "One of these days, the fat Kaijuu will get caught by some big, bad hunters and it will be up to me to save the day."

"I can too fight!" she said indignantly as she stood up and brushed off her clothes.

"Not like that you can't," he ruffled her hair and she ducked out from under his hand, frowning at him as she hastily tried to arrange her hair.

"Touya, you shouldn't tease her so much," Yukito admonished her brother as he walked out from the house with a jug of lemonade and three tumblers made out of rough glass.

"Lemonade!" she squealed in delight, forgetting all about the training as she ran across the dusty ground and grabbed a tumbler.

"Yuki," her brother almost whined as he loosened his stance.

"You've been at it since morning." Yukito responded with a smile as he filled up Sakura's glass, "Take a break, alright?"

Again and again she was jerked out of her memories only to be thrown back in harshly. She did not know for how long she was viewing her past but she knew it must be coming to an end as she was pushed through the darkness for a long time before being thrust into the body a child.

She was lying in bed as a beautiful woman tucked her in bed, kissing her on the forehead lovingly.

"Kaa-san?" she heard her quiet voice speak as the woman withdrew.

"Yes?" emerald eyes very much like her own gazed at her with a soft smile.

"Kaa-san, why was Tou-san so worried today?" she asked, worrying her lower lip anxiously.

"Some bad people want to take away the good magicians from our world." The woman, reached out with her hand to gently brush aside Sakura's hair from her face.

As the scene unfolded before her eyes, she felt an overwhelming rush of emotions well up inside her chest. She finally remembered her mother.

A/N: So Sakura finally regained her memories. I hope you guys could figure out the order of events but if you couldn't, I'll let you know that she was remembering in reverse order. As in the things that happened recently were the ones that she remembered first.

Anyhow, if you have any questions about her past, feel free to ask since I'm pretty much done covering it myself, but I might have missed something in which case let me know and I'll mention it somewhere in the coming chapter since after that, things are going to get fast paced.

The end is near. At the rate things are going might just have five or six chapters left to go. ^_^