Ha! I made it! Technically, it's still Sunday... Or at least it is where I am. If you're in the Eastern Hemisphere, then it's Monday. I've still got like 40 minutes before midnight. Totally cutting it close... Wow... I am so tired right now. Anyways, I finished editing it a few minutes ago, so here it is.

Sakura's POV

To say that the car ride to the police station is tense would be a drastic understatement. Touya doesn't say anything, but I can feel the emotions radiating from him. Disgust, hatred, resentment, disappointment; All those things, but more than any, I can feel the betrayal.

Personally, I don't know what to think. It just feels so surreal. Can this really be happening? Am I really sitting in Yukito's car on my way to see my dad in prison? Sure, he's done a lot of stupid shit in the past, but he's never gone to jail. I'm wracking my brain for the possible things he could've done, but am coming up short. Touya might know, but, quite frankly, I'm to scared to ask him.

It feels like we've been driving forever. The silence is crushing me. My shoulders are heavy, and my breaths are raspy and uneven. This feeling of suffocation is so familiar, yet I haven't felt it this strong in years. When mom died, we were already there at the hospital with her. It was the car ride back to the house that was unbearable. Nobody spoke back then, either. There was nothing but silence. Dad didn't even cry, and I predict that it was because he was in shock. A pretty flimsy prediction, considering we knew for over a year, but it's the best I could come up with. Right now I'm the one in shock. Shock and denial.

Seeing the police station come into view sure sobers me up, though. It grows nearer and nearer, and all I want to do is sink down in my seat. The fact that we've come to a stop doesn't even register until the sound of a door slamming shut makes me jump. I watch from inside the car, dazed, as Touya marches up to the glass doors and shoves one of them aside. The driver's door opens and Yukito steps out. His door shuts quietly, and seconds later mine opens. The cold autumn breeze rushes into the car and chills me to the bone. My eyes rest on my lap as Yukito stands outside and waits for me.

"Do you want to wait here?" He asks. I want to say yes. I want nothing more than to pretend that this isn't happening. Can't we just go back to our blissful dinner at home. It felt so normal. So natural, as if, for once, we were an actual family again. Eating dinner together like any other family, and talking about normal things like school and work. I want that more than anything, but it just isn't my life. So, with tremendous effort, I unbuckle the seatbelt and step out of the vehicle.

As my foot touches the ground outside the car, I can just barely make out my shadow. The sun already set, so the only thing illuminating the parking lot in front of the station are the lights from the building and nearby street lights. I step forward very slowly. My body feels like a deadweight. Thousand pound legs lift off the ground and make small, strenuous steps towards the building. Even though the police station doesn't look menacing from the outside, something about it make me want to withdraw myself into a dark corner and curl up tight in a ball. But I don't. Instead, I fight back the urge and take another step.

We arrive at the set of glass doors all too fast. Yukito, being the gentleman he is, steps forward and holds the door open for me, waiting just inside. I take a deep breath before passing through the threshold into the building.

Inside, Touya stands at the front desk speaking to one of the officers. Even though his voice is calm and in control, I can tell it's strained. I hang back my the door while Yukito steps forward. The officer behind the counter spins in his chair to say something to another officer, and while he's turned away, Yukito places a hand on Touya's shoulder and speaks to him in a hushed voice. When the man looks back, Yukito pulls his hand away and turns his attention to the officer.

Throughout the entire exchange, I am unable to move. I stand just inside the door with my arms snaked around my body. What does this mean for us? I can't imagine dad ever doing anything that would result in him going to jail. What if it was serious? He couldn't have hurt anyone; That much I'm sure of.

Why? Why is this happening? Why now? Why now, after seven years, is something finally happening?

"Sakura."

After this what will happen? Will dad still be able to come home with us?

"Sakura."

Even if whatever he did wasn't that severe, would they just let him walk out? Contrary to our lifestyle, we need him there. Dad is still my legal guardian until I reach eighteen. If he isn't released, will that make Touya my guardian?

"Sakura!" Huh?

Touya stands in front of me with his hands on my shoulders like he's shaking me awake. Beside him, Yukito watches me with concerned eyes.

"What?" Touya glances at Yukito. "What did they say?"

Touya's hands fall from my shoulders. "Apparently while he was drunk he stumbled into some high-end department store and passed out. Someone called the cops and they had to go and get him out of the store." That's it? I sigh. "He's in a holding cell right now."

"Well that's a relief. Did the store press charges?"

"Surprisingly, no. If they had, we would probably have to go through a whole lawsuit." Who knew that for once we would actually get so lucky.

"So, he'll be allowed to come home with us, right?"

Touya frowns. "Once he sobers up, yeah. Until then, I have to fill out some paperwork. It'll be a while, so you head back to the house with Yuki."

"What? No way!" How could he even suggest that? I'm not about to abandon him here in a police station. Not him, or our father. Who knows when he'll wake up? It could be anytime. "I'm not going anywhere," I insist.

Touya's eyes soften. "Sakura," he says sounding desperate. "I don't know how long this is going to take, and you still have school tomorrow." School? Our father is detained in a police station, and he's worried about school?

"You want me to leave because I have school? This is way more important than that!"

Now I can see that he's getting irritated by my resistance. "School is important. Now, you're going to get back in that car with Yuki and go home to get some rest. If anything changes, I'll call."

"How dare you?" I snap. "You can't just boss me around like this, Touya!"

"Oh, you wanna bet?" Why that little-

"Sakura," Yukito says, gently reaching out to touch me. I quickly slip by before he can, though. Damn it! This is so unfair! I know that there's nothing I can say to make Touya change his mind, so I angrily run out of the police station and back to the car where I'm finally able to catch my breath. My lungs scream for air as I heave in attempt to get enough oxygen to stop the flow of tears threatening to spill.

I don't want to fight with Touya like this. It kills me to argue with him in such a serious way. He's the only family I have left. Without him, I'm nobody. Without Touya, I'm just some girl with no family left to rely on.

Touya's POV

I watch her leave. It pains me to see her walk away from me, but it has to be done. Sakura can't let something like this distract her, especially not now with her midterms less than three days away.

Trying not to let the look on her face haunt me, I turn to Yuki. "Will you stay with her tonight and make sure she goes to school tomorrow morning?"

"Of course." My silver haired friend agrees, then frowns. "But how are you going to get home?"

"Call a taxi, I suppose." I glance over my shoulder to where the officers sit behind the counter filling out paperwork and sigh. "I don't know how long this is going to take, but it'll probably be a while. With Sakura still a minor and dad her legal guardian, I doubt they'll just let him walk out of here without some sort of questioning."

"I know." He sighs and looks out the glass door to the car. "I'm worried about her, you know. Even after everything he's done, Sakura still loves her father."

"Yeah." I follow his gaze. "I'll never understand why she can still care for him so much. She's way too forgiving towards him, if you ask me."

Yuki gives me a meek smile. "He is her father, Touya."

"He's done a pretty shitty job at earning that title."

"Touya."

"Enough with the sympathetic tone, Yuki." My voice is harsh. I'm losing my cool. Yuki hasn't done anything wrong, I remind myself. Taking a deep breath, I turn to him and say, "Just watch over her for me, okay?" From the corner of my eye I can see him study me. After a moment, he nods and exits the station. I watch the car as it pulls away, and once it's out of sight, I turn back to the front counter. This is going to be one long night.

Syaoran's POV

What the hell is the matter with her? How can she do this on our last day? Talk about poor timing. It's half an hour into tutoring, and I'm getting tired of waiting. Taking matters into my own hands, I decide to go to her house to again and find out the reason for this sudden and very untimely rebellion. I don't remember doing anything to set her off this time, and even if I did, why wouldn't she have just told me? Then again, this is Sakura I'm talking about.

Arriving at her house I know something strange is going on right away because of the unfamiliar vehicle in her driveway. It's not like I come to her house enough to know if it's here often, but it can't be her brother's since it wasn't here the last time I stopped by.

Walking alongside it, I see that in the front, hanging from the rearview mirror, is a small handmade doll. It's a plush replica of a boy in a school uniform with gray felt hair. For some reason it kind of reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it.

Shrugging off the feeling, I head up to the door. Alright, here we go. I press the doorbell. Within ten seconds, the door opens at a steady and controlled pace. Behind it, a man with short, silver hair stands holding a long wooden spoon. I get a feeling of deja vu from just looking at him. Something tells me that I should know who this is.

"Can I help you?" Even his voice seems vaguely familiar.

Shoving aside the feeling, I say, "Yeah. I'm looking for Sakura; Is she here?"

The man assesses me. "She is. Why are you looking for her?" Here I thought that she only had one brother.

"I'm her tutor. She was supposed to show up at school over half an hour ago for a lesson. It's kinda important, so..." I trail off, hoping he picks up on my vibes.

Thankfully, he says, "Alright, I'll go get her. You can sit in the living room while you wait." I enter the house and follow the man down the hall as he leads me to the living room. If we've ever met before, he's not showing any sign of remembering it. As he leaves me in the living room to get Sakura, I study my surroundings.

I was just in the Kinomoto household a week ago, but everything happened so fast that I never really got a chance to look around. Th place hasn't changed much, as far as I can tell. The furniture is all the same and the walls don't appear to have been painted. The atmosphere, however, has drastically shifted. Sakura's house was always bright and welcoming while her mother was alive, but it feels much darker now.

On the end table, something catches my eye. I stand up and walk over to it. As I grow nearer, I can see it's a picture frame that has been laid face down. Unable to stop myself, I reach out and pick it up. Memories from the past hit me like a wave. I've seen this picture before. It's been some time, but it's defiantly the same photo.

The image in my hand is of the four Kinomotos at the beach. It was taken the summer before Sakura's mom was diagnosed with cancer. Sakura came back from the vacation and showed me the picture as she told me tales of how Touya stole her ice cream and she got lost in one of the food markets. Everyone in the photo has a bright smile on their face. Back then, no one ever suspected that there was anything wrong. But, then again, why would they? Sakura's mother was always an energetic woman. I didn't know her very well myself, but whenever I came over to see Sakura, she would always greet me with a smile and bring Sakura and I snacks while we played together. Thinking back to those carefree times gives me a sense of nostalgia.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I quickly put down the picture. I turn around just in time to see Sakura enter the room, still wearing pink pajamas. The look on her face tells me that we're both equally surprised by the other.

"Li?" Her voice is thick from having just woken up. "What are you doing here?"

Good question. Why am I here? Seeing that photo- not to mention Sakura in pajamas- has really got my head in the clouds. Before I came to Sakura's house, I was... Oh, that's right. "You didn't show up to tutoring again, and since it's our last day, I didn't want you to miss the lesson."

"Oh," she grumbles and shuffles over to the sofa where she collapses.

"Yeah. What are you still doing here, anyways? Are you sick or something?"

"No," she says, her eyes only half open and not even looking at me.

She doesn't go on, so I inquire, "Then why didn't you come to school?"

Finally she looks at me and glares. "I'm tired and waiting for someone. I can't leave the house until they get back."

"Um." What the heck is with her vague answers? Is she coming to school or not? "So are you going to be coming to school today?"

"Probably not." I just stare at her. Probably? What the heck does she mean, 'probably'? There's only half an our- well, less by now- before school starts. This girl needs to get her act together. She can't afford to miss classes this close to midterms.

"Oh yes you are." Wait. What? Did I just say that? The sound of footsteps draws my attention to the doorway. In walks the man from earlier who answered the door. "Your brother told me specifically to send you off to school, so you're going."

Now Sakura looks wide awake. "But, Yukito, what if they get back while I'm gone? Touya is probably going to be super cranky, and I don't want him taking it out on dad."

I have no idea what's going on, but I can tell from their faces that it's not something good. The mention of Sakura's father makes me tense. I've heard the rumors at school about how after Sakura's mom died, her father started drinking. Takashi has told me a few things about the whole entire family situation, but we don't really talk about it much. It's a rather touchy subject for all of us, so we typically avoid it.

"Sakura, I know this is hard for you, but you can't just put your life on hold because of it."

"Still!" The man, Yukito, steps forward and kneels down before Sakura, who, in turn, shuts her mouth.

"Look, Sakura, I'm going to stay here and wait for them; Alright? When Touya gets back, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything rash, so you just focus on school. Your dad and Touya will still be here when you get back."

Sakura just sits there defiantly with her arms crossed and her head turned. Eventually, though, she sighs and faces him once more.

"Fine." It's all she says before standing up and vanishing through the doorway.

With Sakura now out of the room, the man named Yukito stands up and faces me. "Sorry about that."

I shake my head. "It's fine. Is everything alright, though."

He hesitates. "More or less. I'm sorry, you'll have to ask Sakura herself for the details. I doubt she wants a lot of people to know." Ignoring my spiked curiosity, I nod respectfully.

I take another moment to study the man before finally asking, "I'm sorry, but do I know you? You look oddly familiar, yet I can't seem to place it."

"You too? In truth, I though there was something about your eyes that I'd seen before. I'm Tsukishiro Yukito. Touya and I have been friends for years."

Tsukishiro Yukito? Then it clicks. Back when Sakura and I still spoke on a regular basis, I would sometimes see her brother, Touya, too. Tsukishiro was the name of the boy who was almost always with Touya. We only ever spoke a few times when we went to festivals together or had dinner with the Kinomoto's at the same time.

"Oh, that's right. You're the one who was always with Sakura's older brother."

Tsukishiro tilts his head to the side. "That would've been me, but who are you?"

"Li Syaoran," I say slowly, unsure of how he'll react.

"Oh," he says. After a few seconds, there's a much longer, "Oh." I assume that he knows the story about how I left Sakura just before her mom passed away. Not exactly the sort of lasting impression I would like to have.

"Yeah. I take it you know about what happened."

"Well," he uncomfortably shifts his weight from one foot to the other, "yes. Touya didn't take to kindly to your departure. Neither did Sakura, of course. I didn't know that you ever came back to Japan, though." There's an awkward silence, then he says, "So, you're Sakura's tutor now?"

"Yeah." I nod. "It's kinda a long story, but, basically, our teacher wants her to pass all her midterms, so he tasked me with the job."

"Hm. Well, I wish the two of you the best of luck." The smile he breaks out in makes me relax a bit.

Seconds later Sakura reappears in the doorway wearing her school uniform. "Alright, I'm ready." Her eyes land on me. "You're still here? Come on, let's go." Wow, she's bossy. She should really work on her people skills.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" We're already halfway to school and yet she hasn't said a single word since we left the house. It's kind of unsettling.

"No," she states irritably.

"Okay," I say slowly. "Will you at least tell me why you never showed up to tutoring when this is the last lesson before midterms?"

"It's not high on my list of priorities."

"Not high on your-" Oh this girl. "You do realize that if you don't pass all of them, we have to keep on doing this, right?"

"For crying out loud- who cares?" Um, I do. "It's not like Mr. Terada checks up on us or anything."

"Your grades should be proof enough."

"That's just great, isn't it? Aren't you the smart one." Geez, when did she get so cranky. Her sarcasm isn't appreciated. "I should just drop out, then." Her words make me stop in my tracks. Did I hear her right?

"What?"

Seeing that I've come to a halt, she turns around to face me. "You heard me. It's not like it matters, anyways."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

She continues on as if I never said anything. "Touya dropped out, so why the heck do I have to keep on going?" Wow. Information overload. Touya as in her brother? He dropped out? How am I only just now hearing about this? "Besides, it's not like graduating will do me any good." Wow, now she's taking this to a whole new level.

"Hey!" She flinches, but doesn't look at me. "Sakura!" Trying not to be too rough, I take her shoulders and turn her to face me once more. With her arms crossed, she glances at me, sees I'm watching her, and looks away again. "What in the world has gotten into you?"

With a sigh, she shrugs me off. "I'm just really pissed off right now."

"Even so, for you to be talking like that-"

"It's true, though, you know." She looks me straight in the eyes. "Graduating isn't going to do me any good."

"What are you talking about, Sakura?"

"College, Li. Even if I do graduate, there's no way any college is ever going to accept someone with my kind of grades. Not that it even matters; I can't afford it anyways." Oh. So that's what this is about. She thinks that just because her chances of ever going to college are slim to none, that she can just drop out of high school. Sure, I can see why she would think something like that right now, but in reality it's a load of crap.

"Seriously, Sakura? You want to drop out of high school midway through your senior year because you think you won't go to college?"

"There is no 'think' about it, I'm not going. Unless I suddenly become a genius overnight and win the lottery, it's not going to happen."

"Okay, you're not going to college. So what? Who cares? That's no reason to just give up on graduating high school. It's not just about getting into college afterwards, Sakura." I don't even know how to put into words for her how important this is.

"Look, I'm sorry I ever brought it up." She turns away. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Just... Pretend I never said anything." I watch, wanting to say something as she starts to walk away, but keeping my mouth shut. What can I possibly say to her to convince her that what she's saying is all wrong? She wouldn't listen to me, anyways. I can't say anything to her right now to convince her, but there's one thing I know for sure. Sakura is going to graduate. I'll make sure of it, even if it means tutoring her every single morning for the rest of the school year.

Alright, if any of you looked at my profile, I said that this was probably going to have Tomoyo's POV, too, but as you can see, it doesn't. My reasoning? I thought of a much better spot to add what I was going to have happen with her. Hehehehehehe. I'm excited for that. Anyways, I'm about to fall asleep, so I should probably be going now. Good night to those of you who, for some reason, are still awake.