OHOHOHOHOHOH! That's my atempt at Tomoyo's laugh. It's a work in progress.

Back to business, this chapter is... Eventful. Mostly near the end. Has a lot of SxS. And it's even longer than last chapter! I think it's the second or third longest so far.

By the way, Syaoran refers to Tomoyo as Daidouji in this chapter. I honestly can't remember if I had him call her Tomoyo before. If it's weird or confusing for anyone, you can just tell me and I'll change it.

Syaoran's POV

"So let me get this straight," Chiharu begins, snatching up a celery stick from Takashi's boxed lunch. "You transferred to Tomoeda, Japan from London, England mid-way through your senior year of high school."

Eriol nods.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, didn't you say something about a family matter?" Naoko Yanagisawa, the girl who is apparently a friend of Sakura, sits beside Chiharu and accepts the green vegetable offered to her.

"Yes. My grandfather has been ill for a while now, but his condition has gotten worse, so I came home to Japan."

While Eriol talks, I let my eyes drift to where his admirer sits. Yes, his admirer. The guy hasn't even been here a full day, yet it sure looks like Daidouji is already in love with him. Kind of odd. Although, I'm not complaining. When Chiharu dragged Sakura into the room with the blue-haired boy close behind, my immediate reaction was, 'Who is this guy, and how does he know Sakura?' Of course, the second I saw him and Daidouji looking at each other, I realized that his relationship with Sakura wasn't going to be something I'd have to worry about.

Which reminds me...

My eyes shift from Daidouji to the emerald-eyed girl sitting beside her.

What does Sakura think of all this? Daidouji is her best friend, after all. If Daidouji and Eriol start dating, Daidouji won't have as much time to talk to Sakura. If that happens, maybe she'll talk to me...

Damn. That sounded really selfish, didn't it? Sakura needs all the support she can get. What the hell is that girl doing to me, anyways?

I smack my face, earning me a mixture of troubled and amused looks.

"You alright over there, Syaoran?"

"Wonderful," I grumble. Wonderful except for the fact that every single thought I have seems to lead me back to Sakura who is currently looking at me with raised eyebrows.

Meeting her eyes, I have to resist the urge to smack myself in the face again. I'm sitting over here having a dilemma because of her, and she's just sitting there, totally oblivious. Well, as much is to be expected from Sakura.

Now that thing have finally started to settle down, I can't get my mind off of what Sakura said to me that one time.

"Graduating isn't going to do me any good."

Even though she told me to pretend she never said anything, I can't. Now that I'm not thinking about how to get her to open up to me, I keep finding my thoughts drifting off to Sakura finishing high school. In the end, no matter what I'm always thinking about Sakura in some way. It's totally unfair. I'm almost inclined to think she does it on purpose.

Back to the matter at hand, though. Sakura passed all of her exams, so I'd like to think that maybe she's realized that she should hold out until graduation. Still, I'd feel more comfortable if I could actually talk to her about it...

Hm...

I wonder... Sakura will probably be super pissed off if I just straight out ask her about it, but then again... I do have a knack for making her talk, or so it would seem. And by knack, I mean the ability to pester her about something until she finally caves. Not the most tactful method, but it seems to work. Although, I would prefer it if she voluntarily talked to me about it. Who knows, maybe she will... As unrealistically optimistic as that sounds.

Guess I'll just have to find out.

Sakura's POV

Ah, finally done work. This week has been excruciatingly long. Only at work, though. Eating lunch with seven other people more or less brightens the day. Especially when it's done while sitting on the roof of a building where the view is supreme. There's even a show! Everyday there's a range of adorable interactions between Tomoyo and Eriol. Seriously, Tomoyo fawns over almost every single word that comes out of his mouth. As for Eriol, he seems to find her quite captivating as well.

At nearly every chance he gets, Eriol is by her side reciting poetry. Well, I call it poetry because it sounds so deep and meaningful, but according to Naoko, that's not it. I'm fairly certain only Eriol can get away with it. Normally, I would assume the guy's a total flirt, but everybody can see that when she's not looking, Eriol gazes at Tomoyo as if she's a priceless jewel that'll make all his troubles fly away.

I'll admit, I'm a little envious. As happy as I am for her, watching the two of them and seeing the way they look at each other makes me wish I had someone like that. Every time I try to imagine someone like that for me, a certain Chinese 'friend' of mine pops into my mind. And he's always smirking at me as if he knows I'm thinking about him.

Stupid, annoying...

I open the door to the back of the cafe and look up.

Great, now I'm having hallucinations of him, too? You've gotta be kidding me. And, once again, he's got that smirk on his face!

"Well, that's just spectacular," I mumble as I lock the door behind me. "Apparently now I have to worry about my imagination, as well. Did I not get enough sleep last night?" I mumble questionably to myself as I walk past the hallucination, not even bothering to turn my head.

"You'd probably know the answer to that a lot better than I would," an amused voice calls from behind me. I freeze.

Oh, please tell me-

"Aren't you going to say hello to your favorite Chinese friend?" Syaoran appears beside me, smiling contently. And, yes, he is, indeed, smiling. Not smirking. Smiling. Clearly, he's trying to play the innocent card.

"You're my only Chinese friend, Syaoran." I turn and begin walking again. Of course, Syaoran feels the need to follow.

"That still makes me your favorite."

"By default."

"It counts."

"Uh-huh. Wouldn't that also make you my least favorite Chinese friend?"

"But by default, of course."

"Yeah. That's why."

"Oh, how cold." He grasps painfully at the center of his chest. "You wound me, Sakura."

"How terribly sorry I am," I say indifferently. Dropping whole act thing, I glance over at him and ask, "What are you doing here, anyways?"

"Oh, that's right," he says, his eyes lighting up. "I wanted to talk to you."

"We see each other every day during lunch."

"Yeah, but I wanted to do it in private."

I'm going to ignore the fact that my heart just skipped a beat. "What for?" I ask, trying my best to sound nonchalant.

After a moment of silence, I glance over at Syaoran. Oh, no. Why is he making that face? Why does he look nervous?

Seeing my perplexed look, he laughs lightly and runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I'm not really sure where to start."

"Mind giving me a general overview? Some sort of subject at least?"

"Well..." His hand pauses on the top of his head. "Do you remember how that one time you were late for tutoring, so I went to your house and got you?"

"Of course. I came down in my pajamas and you looked at me like I had two heads." That, and it was the day after I found out that my father had been sent to prison.

Syaoran laughs. "I'm surprised you remember that. You looked half asleep at the time."

"I'm very perceptive."

He gives me a doubtful look.

"Oh, shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking it." He just shakes his head in surrender. "Anyways, you were saying? I'm sure you didn't want to talk to me about my pajamas."

His smirk returns. "They did look rather soft." I lightly slap his arm. "Alright, alright. I actually wanted to talk to you about what you said while we were walking to school. That graduating wasn't going to do you any good."

There's a brief pause in my steps during which Syaoran casts me a worried look, but I continue on as if nothing happened. "It's complicated."

"I figured." He pauses. "Do you still want to drop out?"

I sigh. "Syaoran..."

"No, Sakura, look." He grabs my hand, forcing me to come to a stop and face him. "It's been bothering me for a while now, and I really want to talk to you about it. I know that I can't force you to change your mind, but I don't think you realize just how serious this is."

"Syaoran." I try to stop him, but he goes on.

"And you passed midterms. That has to prove something. You already made it over one milestone. There's only half a year left now."

"Syaoran." My hand tightens around his. This time his mouth snaps shut. "I've thought about dropping out of school several times, and quite frankly, if it weren't for my brother, I probably would've done just that a long time ago." My words just seem to make him even more panicked. "But I didn't. And unless something changes, I won't."

This time when he looks at me, it's not the same panicked look, but rather something much more sympathetic and concerned. Very quietly he asks, "Your father?"

I nod. "I assume you've heard the rumors."

His eyes downcast, Syaoran nods.

"Well," I say in a much lighter tone, trying to break the tension, "I don't know exactly everything people say, but they're probably all true."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The question makes me stop. Do I want to talk to him about it? It's true what I said about how I miss talking to him like we used to, but after all this time, to just open up completely... Is it strange that I want to? Is it strange that I want to pull him aside and just let the words spill from my mouth? I want to; I really do. It scares me a little by how easily I talk to him. How natural it feels.

"Are you willing to listen?"

For some reason, Syaoran smiles. "Sakura, I've wanted to listen for as long as I can remember."

"I'll never understand that about you."

"What do you mean?"

"Why you listen to me. Heck, I don't even get why you put up with me in general."

"I thought that would've been obvious."

"Is it?"

"Yeah." His smile stops my heart. "We're friends."

For a long moment I just stand there starting at him, too stunned to move. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to hearing him say that.

Syaoran leans down and peers into my eyes with a questioning look. "Right?"

All I can do is nod and try not to let myself get lost in the pools of amber that are now mere inches away.

"I'm glad." He stands up straight again, and I almost begin to feel myself fall forward into him a bit, but quickly lean my weight back so that I don't. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, fine." Not. Why does he have to have such an effect on me? It's not fair. Not in the slightest. "I was just thinking."

"Well then, let's talk about it," he says gently. He must just assume that I'm thinking about my dad. Not about to correct that.

I nod in agreement, but then glance around. "Can we go somewhere else, though?" Syaoran glances over his shoulder then turns back with a nod.

In under ten minutes, we find ourselves within sight of Penguin Park.

"We used to come here all the time, didn't we?" I wonder, mostly to myself, as I wander over to the King Penguin and gaze up at it.

"Yeah," Syaoran mumbles from somewhere behind me.

My eyes travel to the metal bars that form a rectangular climbing area. With a laugh, I reminisce, "Didn't you used to love this thing?" I walk over to it with Syaoran close behind.

"Sure. What kid wouldn't?"

"You climbed trees, too." My fingers run over the cold metal.

"So? They've got nice views. You should try it sometime."

I glance back at him. "I think I will." With the flick of the wrist, I order, "Turn around."

He raises an eyebrow. "Why? You aren't actually going to climb that, are you?"

"I am." Reaching down, I readjust my skirt. "And since I'm wearing this, you have to turn around."

With an eye-roll, he faces away from me. "Happy?"

"Much better." I grab onto one of the bars and begin to hoist myself up.

"Remind me again how old you are."

"Hey, don't even go there. We're the same age, remember?"

"Actually, no. Sometimes I forget. You sure act childish."

"Why you-" Holding onto the highest bar, I lean around to glare at his back. "Get up here so that I can pummel you."

"We both know you're too much of a softie to do anything like that." Still, he starts to turn around, making me shout.

"Gah! Stop, no! I'm not there yet!" Thankfully, he pauses, and I spring back into action.

"Geez, how long does it take you to climb that thing?"

"Oh, shut it." I quickly pull myself up onto the uppermost bar and sit down on it. "Like you could do it any faster."

"Is that a challenge?" Um, no, because if it were, I know that I would most definitely lose.

"You bet it is." Damn you, mouth! Stop betraying me.

Before I have time to take it back, Syaoran turns around and grabs the bar that I'm sitting on. Which is the top. I really hate it when he proves me wrong.

With a singe strong jerk of the arm, he's already a good halfway up. I roll my eyes and look away, shaking my head.

"Showoff," I mutter as he twists around next to me and sits facing the same direction. He may piss me off sometimes, but right now all I can think about is the fact that he sat so close that our arms are less than half a foot apart.

Next to me, he chuckles. "Shouldn't have challenged the master."

"What was it that the 'master' was saying just a minute ago about how climbing was childish?" He nudges me playfully with his elbow. My grip on the bar tightens. "Hey there, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to knock me off."

The structure is only around seven feet tall or so, but there's still a good five feet between the very tips of my toes and the ground.

"You aren't going to fall, Sakura."

"Right. And if I do?" My eyes drift to the ground below us.

"Then I'll just catch you." The words make my heart stop. If I fall, he'll catch me. Even though he doesn't mean it that way, I find myself thinking of me falling in love with him all over again. And him being there, arms wide open, waiting for me.

With a sigh, I shove the images from my mind. "How do you plan to catch me when you're up here, too?"

With a tender touch, Syaoran's hand covers mine on the cold metal. My eyes flick up to meet his. He leans closer to me, leaving a negligible amount of space between us.

"I'm right here, Sakura. And there's no way I'd let you fall."

Staring into his eyes, I almost find myself saying something I'd regret. Something like: too late.

But I don't. Instead, I force my eyes away from his.

My hand twitches slightly as he pulls his hand away once more and sets it beside mine on the bar so that they're still touching.

Clearing his throat, Syaoran says, "So we're here for a reason, right?" His voice lowers a little bit. "You still want to talk about it? I'm not trying to pressure you."

"I know. And yeah. You deserve to hear the truth from me, and not some random gossiping classmates." Tucking my ankles behind one of the lower bars for support, I tilt my head back to gaze up and watch as fluffy white clouds move slowly across the vast cerulean sky. "Do you remember how he was before all of this?"

Syaoran nods out of the corner of my eye. "Of course. Both he and your mother were always welcoming when I came over."

I can't hide the smile that plays at my lip. My eyes flutter closed as I recall the memories. "I suppose they were." My eyelids rise once more, pulling me back to reality. "But after my mom died, he changed. It's true what everybody says about the drinking. I don't even know when the last time I actually spoke more than a few words to him was. He's almost never sober. That's actually how he lost his job. He showed up to the university drunk. That was over six and a half years ago. He's been unemployed ever since."

"Are you and your brother," he pauses, "alright?" The conversation reminds me of the one I just recently had with Wei.

I let out a dry laugh. "We get by. Touya has a job at a sporting goods store, and, as you know, I work at Twin Bells. Our situation isn't exactly ideal, but we get by." My thumb runs over the seam at the end of my skirt. "None of us were the same after my mom died, but at least Touya and I were able to move on. For my dad, it's like his entire world stopped. I can't say I blame him, though." I turn my eyes to look at Syaoran again, who is already watching me. "Surely you saw the way they looked at each other, right?" My voice sounds almost pleading.

He simply nods and I look away again, letting my lids fall.

"They were so in love. I've never seen any two people look at each other the same way that they did. I can't even begin to imagine..." My grip on the bars tighten until the knuckles begin to turn white. "To lose someone who means that much..." My throat constricts. "It's not fair," I whisper, shaking my head.

Syaoran starts to move, but before he can, I turn my head and capture amber eyes in an intense gaze. "Can I tell you a secret, Syaoran? Something even Tomoyo doesn't know about?" He stares at me, astonished. It's as if he can't believe something of the sort even exists. He's must figure that for Tomoyo not to know automatically makes it deadly serious.

"You can tell me anything, Sakura," he assures me.

As my lips part, the words don't come out, so I turn away from him again. "After..." I shut my eyes and take in a deep breath. "After graduation," I say, my eyes drifting off into the distance, "Touya wants to leave and start over."

Syaoran's hand tenses beside me. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like I mean. Leaving our father. He always talks about how one day we'll be able to live on our own and not have to support him anymore." I laugh lightly. "It actually sounds nice sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

I nod. "Leaving our father means leaving Tomoeda. Everything." I finally look at him. "You said that this was where your life was, remember?" Surprised, he nods. "Well it's the same for me. This place is all I know. Starting over sounds nice, but I would never be able to forget what I'd left behind. All of my friends. Before this year, it was just Tomoyo, but now..." I bite my lip. "Now it's so much more. I just keep on meeting new people and making more friends. Not to mention my father."

Tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes, and my voice grows shaky. "I know I shouldn't care so much what happens to him. He doesn't even care about me or Touya. He hasn't cared about anyone except for himself ever since mom died. Touya resents him because of it.

"Maybe that's why I wanted to get closer to Rika; because I thought that if I had more attachment, I wouldn't be able to leave. I could change Touya's mind without ever letting him know that it's not just my friends and the memories that I can't leave behind. But in the end, when I inevitably have to go away with Touya, I'm hurting that many more people." Just like that, the tears begin to fall.

Beside me, Syaoran shifts and a comforting arm wraps around my shoulders. In response, I lean into him and press my cheek against his shoulder.

"They deserve to know, Sakura. If not everyone, then at least Daidouji." His thumb gently rubs my arm.

"I know... But I'm afraid that by telling her, I'll be making it real."

Syaoran's body shakes against me as he laughs. It's brief and somehow sounds sad, but still comforting. "That sure sounds familiar."

"What..." I trail off, knowing the answer. "Oh."

"Yeah. It's not easy, but as you know, not telling her could hurt your friendship. You'll hurt her more by not telling her and having her find out on her own than you will by coming forward and explaining the situation."

I nod against him, reaching up and wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand.

"Besides," he says, lightening the mood, "now that you've told me, you have practice."

Laughing, I say, "Yeah, I suppose." Then I pull away. My eyes meet Syaoran's as he withdraws his arm from around me.

It surprises me when he offers me his hand, holding it palm-up between us. I look up to find him smiling so tenderly that I almost melt. My eyes travel down once more to his hand. Open and inviting. So, I uncurl my fingers from the bar and carefully slip my hand in his. It feels so right. So natural. Although, every single touch, from the accidental grazing of our elbows to the intentional warm embraces, feels natural.

We both look away then. A comfortable silence settles between us.

After a few minutes of simply enjoying each other's presence, I decide to speak. "Hey, Syaoran?"

Neither of us moves, but he replies, "Yes, Sakura?" My lips tug upwards as he says my name.

"When I leave, will you still talk to me?"

I hold my breath waiting for his answer. "Yes."

"And you won't... You won't grow to resent me?"

This time he looks over at me. I don't move, too afraid of what I'd see.

"Why would I?"

Ashamed, I drop my gaze. "Because when you left, I resented you."

"Sakura, the circumstances were totally different. We're older now. We've been through it once. Aren't people always telling us to learn from our mistakes?"

"Still... I would understand if you did."

"Do you want me to?"

"No!" I shake my head furiously. "I would never want you to hate me." My heart throbs painfully.

"That's not possible. Even if I wanted to, I could never hate you, Sakura."

My breath catches and I finally look up at him. He looks at me with tender eyes and an earnest smile. Not meaning to, I find myself shaking my head in awe. "Why do you want to be friends with someone like me, Syaoran?"

His eyes widen a little at the question and I can tell that I've stumped him. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. It's actually kind of cute the way he fumbles for what to say. Something crosses his face for a moment. I feel my heart rate speed up as he looks at me with a dead serious face. His eyes study my face then rest in line with my own.

There's something he wants to say, that much I know, but as Syaoran's face softens, I can tell he isn't going to tell me. He pulls away slightly, but doesn't look away.

"Because you didn't give up on me. Even when everybody else gave up on me. You were my first real friend, Sakura."

His words warm my heart, and I find myself grinning like an idiot. "I think that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard you say!" Totally forgetting that we're sitting on a bar that's only two inch in diameter, I throw both of my arms around the amber-eyed boy.

"Woah!" Not expecting it, Syaoran sways and grabs the bar behind us.

"Oops!" I quickly pull away. "Sorry." I smile innocently.

Pulling himself upright again, he gives me a reassuring smile. "No worries. We should probably get going, though. The sun is gonna start to set soon." He starts to move, but I quickly stop him.

"Nope!" I thrust my arm out in front of him. Pointing to my lap, I state, "Still wearing a skirt."

He gives me a funny look. "What's the big deal?" He raises his eyebrow suspiciously and glances down at my lap. "You are wearing underwear, right?"

My entire face feels like I've been sitting out in the sun on a hot summer day without sunscreen. "What?" I choke out. Sputtering, I shout, "Of course I am! How can you even ask me something like that?" And with a straight face, nonetheless!

"I just don't see what you're freaking out about. I'm not going to intentionally look up your skirt." Then he frowns. "Please tell me you don't actually think I'd ever do anything like that."

"It's not about whether or not you would, it's the concept, Syaoran. The concept!"

A very low whistle follows. "Well, someone is losing her mind."

"You're the one going around asking people if they're wearing underwear!" Just to tease him, I say in a low voice, "And besides, even if I weren't, do you really think that I would tell you?" At this, Syaoran's face turns slightly red, making me burst out laughing.

Syaoran shoots a glare in my direction and before I can stop him, pushes away from the metal bar. He lands very gracefully on the ground and turns around, looking up at me.

"Are you coming down, or what?"

My eyebrows twitch. "Why you..." Best I don't finish that sentence. "Turn around!"

Chuckling, Syaoran obeys. "As you wish, your highness."

"Oh, are we back to titles, my humble manservant?" I question playfully as I carefully descend from the structure.

"Only if your grace wishes it so."

With his hand over his eyes, Syaoran turns around again. Peeking over a single finger, he sees me with my back to the bars and drops his hand. Before I can protest, he crosses his arms and asks, "What in the world do you think you're doing?"

I glare at him ready to bite his head off. "Getting down from this thing. What does it look like?" I snap, halting my movement and straightening my legs. He's lucky that I'm far enough down that he can't see anything. If I were any farther up, I'd probably claw his eyes out. Thank you, school board, for making the skirts of our uniforms so insanely long.

"With your back to the bars?"

"Oh, just shut it."

Before I can tell him to turn back around, Syaoran steps forward, reaches up and firmly grips either side of my waist. My entire body warms at the touch.

"What are you-"

He gently pulls me towards him, not giving me time to finish. I quickly let go of the bars behind me and clutch his shoulders. As he lowers me, my body naturally gravitates towards his.

Our eyes lock.

All I see is him. The warm look as he pulls me down. The depth of his amber pools. The lips that suddenly look way more kissable than they did a few minutes ago.

Even as my feet touch the ground, I don't move. I can't move. It's like he's a magnet. All I want to do is pull him even closer. His hands don't move from their hold on me. My hands, unlike his, do move. Not in a good way, though. They slip down from his shoulders and rest weakly on the front of his shirt.

Warning bells chime in the back of my head. You're too close, Sakura. Too close. Too intimate. Pull away.

Syaoran's face seems to get nearer and nearer, and my eyelids grow heavy.

Move before you do something you regret!

I can feel his breath on my lips.

"Hey, mommy, those people are about to kiss!" The high-pitched voice of a child calls from somewhere near the park entrance.

Alarmed, I briskly pull away. The metal bars behind me suddenly seem to be the only thing keeping me upright. My knees feel like gelatin.

Thankfully, I'm not the only one embarrassed. Even Syaoran is blushing.

The hands drop from my waist and he turns to his side, looking over to where the voice came from. At the entrance of the park is a young boy, no older than seven, holding the hand of a woman in her early thirties.

"Come on, sweetie, let's go." The woman pulls her son's hand. The child follows reluctantly behind, but continues to watch Syaoran and I as he goes.

I count the seconds as the pair disappears from sight. Syaoran's gaze drops to the ground for a moment before I feel him look at me.

Oh, well, would you look at that! There's a spot on my shoe that suddenly looks oddly interesting.

I have absolutely no idea what to say to him! What the heck is there to say? Joke about how the kid must be losing his mind? Nope. Not when he was right. As much as I would like to pretend that's not what was about to happen, I can't.

"I should get home before Touya starts to freak," I quickly blurt out, sidestepping Syaoran and briskly walking towards the entrance of the park.

"Do you want me to-"

"Nope," I call back hoarsely. "I'll be fine. See you on Monday!"

Get out of the park.

Get out of the park.

Get out of the park.

"Pah!" The second I round the corner, I fall back against one of the trees. Raising a hand to my face, I nearly burn my fingers.

This is bad. This is really, really bad.

Syaoran's POV

I fall back on my bed with a thud.

"Ugh." What the hell was I thinking? Did I really almost... Of all the stupid, irresponsible things. It's clear that I wasn't thinking, because if I were, I wouldn't have let the situation get so out of hand. Really, I should never have helped her down. It was stupid, but the way that she had her back against the the bars just made me want to pull her close to me.

After she opened up to me, I just wanted to be there for her. Boy, did I mess that up. Sakura was comfortable enough to open up and talk to me about her family. That's perhaps her most touchy subject, and she actually told me about it. I must be doing something right. Although, I'm pretty sure trying to kiss her isn't it. Talk about a shitty friend.

Although a 'friend' isn't all I want to be to her, as selfish as it may be.

I cover my face with the back of my arm.

This is getting out of hand. If we hadn't been interrupted, who knows what I would've done. I don't know if I should be thanking that kid or wishing he'd never shown up. Then again, what would have happened if I had kissed her? What then? I've already broken her heart once. There's no way that she'd give me a second chance.

But, damn it, why didn't she pull away? If she doesn't even try to stop me, there's nothing to keep me from slipping up. She had to have noticed me leaning in, but instead of pulling away or yelling at me, or doing something- anything- to stop me, she just stood there. I mean, is she really so dense that she didn't realize what I was about to do? If so, then I'm screwed. First thing's first, though; I really need to practice more self-restraint.

Haha. Are you guys happy, or pissed that I did that? Hopefully happy.

Oh my gosh! Almost forgot, but for any Tsubasa fans out there, apparently Clamp is releasing a new series at the end of August. I couldn't find any details on what it's about or how long it'll be, but if anyone knows, tell me. *Smiles sheepishly* Writing this story has made me a total Tsubasa freak. I didn't even like the show when I first started writing this, but now I'm in love with it... Not that you guys really care about that. If anyone is interested, I'm blabbing on and on about it in my profile. By the way: It's manga. Not anime. Feel like I should clarify that.

Sorry, got slightly sidetracked. Tell me your thoughts on the chapter if you want to! I read all of them, even though I don't reply. Although, nobody really asks me questions...

Gotta go. Bye! See ya next chapter!