Everlasting Love, Don't Leave Me

Chapter 1: Leaving

Another CCS Fanfiction by SwEeT AnGeL 1004 at Fanfiction.net

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Author's Important Note (AIN): This is another fanfiction by me!

I have some important notes:

I'm trying out a different format than my previous fanfictions, and I'm saving this in html, so you'll probably see the bolds, underlines and italics.

Also, in the first few chapters, Syaoran might seem a bit OOC, but in the second part of the fanfic, he'll resume his natural portrayal of cold, mean and glary. ^_^

Now, this may seem like a traditional fanfiction (ie: Sakura and Syaoran fall in love, blah blah blah), but I assure you, in the later chapters, it will most definitely change, so just keep on reading. You probably won't regret it.

And I apologize in advance for any misspelled, misused or misunderstood Japanese terms or names I've tried to stick in.

So please stay with me, and read and review!!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, names or settings. Except for the ones I make up.

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Sakura listened to the sound of duct tape ripping off its wheel and go onto a cardboard box.

"Last one, I think," Sakura said. She flipped her shoulder length, still auburn hair over her shoulder.

"You think?" a girl half her age, around sixteen, asked in disbelief, "You have got to be kidding, Mom." She had brown hair the same shade as her mother, but it was in soft, shoulder length ringlets. She had inherited her mother's habit, as she flipped her hair and pushed several strand of it out of the way, tucking it behind her ear, which had two earrings sparkling on it.

"What? I'm telling you the truth. I'm not sure if we left anything out. Two hundred and eighty six boxes, right?" Sakura asked.

A boy rolled his eyes. He was also sixteen, and at that age, he was not trying to take his mother seriously. "Mom, it's three hundred."

"On the dot? What happened to the…other…twenty four boxes?" Sakura asked.

The girl, named Natasha, groaned, "Moooom…it's fourteen. How did you ever graduate from high school?"

Sakura winked, "Calculators are a woman's best friend when it comes to algebra."

"Ma'am, it's time for you to head out now," a man with a clipboard and pen tucked behind his ear said to Sakura.

"Ten more minutes, please. We might be missing a box," Sakura explained. When he hesitated, she flashed him her trademark smile, a thousand watts of dazzling beauty.

"Only ten," the man agreed.

"You're shameless," Tory, Sakura's son said when he left, "I swear, you act younger than us."

"I do not," Sakura said defensively, putting on an innocent look, "You're the immature one."

"Shut up…" Tory mumbled off. He stood up and set his headphones on his ears, and continued listening to his music. His well built body showed the years of football he had played, but on the other hand, he was wearing a preppy Abercrombie outfit.

"We haven't come to a conclusion. How many boxes are we missing?" Sakura continued.

Natasha groaned again, "Let's just go. We're going to miss the plane."

"No go," Tory shouted over the blare of Good Charlotte in his ears.

"Shut up," Sakura retorted, "We have to go."

The last box was loaded onto the cargo truck which would take it to the New York Harbor, which would then be put onto a boat and be shipped to Tokyo.

Where the Kinomoto family, Sakura, Natasha and Tory, were moving.

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"Will families with young babies and children first start boarding flight 118, New York to Tokyo?" the intercom asked.

Sakura started to get up, but Tory pulled her arm down, "Mom, we're not young babies and children." Sakura blushed and defensively said, "I forgot."

Natasha giggled, "Sure you did. Last year we went to visit Grandpa and Uncle Touya, you had be told twice by the security guard that you weren't allowed to go on."

Sakura laughed along, "I think he was going to arrest me for defying his orders."

"Will the rest of the people start boarding flight 118, New York to Tokyo?"

"Now we can go," Natasha said. She stood up and took her bag and purse and headed towards the line of people.

"All right, all right," Sakura said. She turned to her son and said, "You can take my stuff."

"Ughh…" Tory complained as he took his mother's purse, bag, his own bag and rolling suitcase.

The three of them soon got their tickets checked and walked into the plane. They were directed to the three side seats, where Tory got to put all of the luggage into the compartment while Natasha and Sakura picked out seats.

"I get the aisle one," Sakura proclaimed as she sat down on it.

"Fine, then I get the window," Tory quickly claimed.

"Which leaves me for the middle," Natasha sighed, "Every year."

"Your fault, you never speak quickly enough. Now, I'm going to take a nap. Thirteen hours of straight packing isn't good for my body," Sakura said.

"Go ahead," Tory put his headphones back on and changed his CD track to listen to Sum 41. Natasha took out book and opened to the spot she had left off, while Sakura opened up the packages of pillows and blankets to take a nap. As other people were filing in, a man his thirties passed by and winked at Sakura flirtatiously, which Sakura returned with an even sexier smile.

"Gross mom. You get hit on more than I do. Which is not fair, since you're thirty two and I'm sweet sixteen," Natasha pouted.

Sakura laughed, "Sorry, sweetie. I'll teach you the tricks of the trade…"

Natasha brightened, "Really? Like how you can apply mascara flawlessly in a car moving at seventy miles per hour while sticking a finger out the window? Or how to get another guy's phone number while you're on a different date?"

Sakura finished, "…after you're married. For now, you're my little girl."

"Damn," Natasha giggled, "Ten more years of waiting."

"Good girl," Sakura patted her daughter's head and turned her attention to the speakers from the plane, which were now reciting the emergency directions.

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"Shoot, my cell phone doesn't work," Natasha complained.

Sakura yawned as she woke up from her thirty minute nap. Glancing at her clock, she could tell there were still eleven hours left of the flight until they came to her home, Japan.

"Of course it doesn't work, idiot, we're three thousand feet up in the air," Tory said. His CD player was off, and he was bickering with his sister.

"Oh. But you're not supposed to call me an idiot, remember Mom resolved that last week?"

"You mean you resolved it, you always get your way with Mom since you both are women," Tory grumbled.

"Sweetie, let it go. Your brother's just a little frustrated. Moving right before your junior year is difficult," Sakura said.

"I know. I'll be the mature one," Natasha smiled sweetly at her mother. As soon as Sakura turned away for a second, Natasha stuck out her tongue at her brother.

"God, why are we moving anyways? It's not like you have a job set out in Japan, anyways. I don't see the point in moving halfway across the world," Tory complained.

"I have my reasons. I want to go home. New York's been great to me for the past sixteen years, but I want to go somewhere I'm more comfortable. Besides, this is just a trial. If you don't like it the year, we might move back. But a chance of that is like, one millionth," Sakura explained.

Tory sighed and turned out to the window, staring out of it.

"Want me to tell you a story?" Sakura began slowly.

Natasha grinned, remembering their tradition, "What story, mommy?"

"It's a story about me, honey," Sakura continued.

Tory turned and reluctantly added, "Really, mommy? What about you?" As he spoke each word in childlike voice, a smile spread over his face.

"This story is a romantic love story which begins innocently yet ends in tragedy, but soon continues as happily as it had started. It all started sixteen and a half years ago…"

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Sakura woke up in her usual morning routine. Wake up late, scramble to get her clothes on while brushing her hair, then run downstairs for her breakfast. Nothing had changed the past five years except that Sakura woke up two minutes earlier than she had when she was 11, and the fact that she didn't ride her roller-skates anymore, but her older brother's worn bike.

At 15, Sakura could've gotten her driver's permit and maybe even driven, but the day before she was supposed to take her lessons, a horrible car accident involving two teenagers (whom Sakura didn't know) dying took any chances of Sakura getting behind the wheel away.

Home was pretty simple. Her father still taught at the college, though now that Sakura and Touya had grown up, he was around less and less, coming home in time for dinner and waking up in time to make breakfast and see his daughter leave. Touya was in college, living in a dorm with Yukito, scraping by on the savings he had to make his dream of being a business owner come true. Believe it or not, Sakura missed him once in awhile. But he made sure to drop by once a week in order to torture his little kaijuu.

"Bye sweetie," Fujitaka kissed his daughter on the cheek before she picked up her brown lunch bag, "I love you."

"Me too, daddy. See you home tonight," Sakura called behind her back before sliding onto the seat of her bike. She made sure her school skirt looked okay (wouldn't want to be mooning an innocent pedestrian). Then, Sakura flew out of the driveway with her backpack bouncing on her back, legs pedaling furiously in an attempt to be on time.

Sakura checked her watch and happily discovered that she still had enough time to slow down on the grove of cherry blossom trees. It was early February, so the trees were dead, but in only two months, the they would begin to bud and it was a beautiful sight to see. Sakura always enjoyed that part of the day, pedaling her bike to school, to meet her friends, have fun and gossip. Oh yeah, and to learn, too.

"Hey Sakura, you're not late. You can slow down," Tomoyo called to her best friend.

"Whew, good. I'm getting sick of riding this bike like crazy," Sakura said.

Tomoyo smiled, "For the millionth time, you can ride my car to school."

Sakura grinned, "For the millionth time, it's okay. I don't want to be a burden on you, and I'd probably make you late, too, given the fact that nothing from a honking horn to an earthquake would make me wake up on time."

Tomoyo laughed, "Fine. C'mon, let's go. Class is starting in two minutes, and you have to go to your locker."

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"So what happened after that?" Natasha asked.

Sakura grinned, "I met him."

"Him…you mean…" Tory asked.

"Dork, you know what I mean. I've told you this story a million times," Sakura teased, pulling gently at her son's hair, "Your father. Li Syaoran."

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Sakura closed the door to her locker and headed down the hallway to her first class of the day, Biology. Sakura sat down in her chair just as the final bell rang, and she let out a small breath in relief. Another day that she wasn't late. Thank goodness. Sakura looked up at the board and read their warmup question, got out her notebook and began to write down the answer in her round, slow handwriting, making sure to fill in every heart that substituted for the dot above the I.

To her great surprise, instead of her teacher beginning every class with "All right, shut up now, time to learn", Sakura's teacher spoke, "I'd like to introduce a new student to the class."

Sakura's head immediately shot up and all thoughts about biology faded away as she first gazed into the newcomer's face. He was tall, so tall, with broad shoulders and a head of tousled brown hair. His eyes were deep pools of amber, which Sakura could spend hours staring into, wondering what they had seen. He was clutching schoolbooks awkwardly, as if his hands had spent too much time holding heavier things compared to the trivial notebooks.

"This is Li Syaoran, from Hong Kong, students. He'll be in our biology class for the rest of the year, but he's a senior, compared to the rest of you sophomores and juniors. Li, you can pick a seat," the teacher said.

Sakura quietly moved the papers away that were on top of the empty seat next to her. But Syaoran walked to the back seat, three chairs behind hers. Sakura was slightly disappointed, she wanted to get to know this handsome stranger more. That is, before any of the other girls did.

"All right, shut up now, time to learn…" Class had begun.

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Ten minutes before the bell rang, their teacher looked at the board and sighed, "I'm done teaching for the day. You kids grasped onto this material quicker than I expected. So as a gift, I'll give you the last ten minutes as free time."

The class cheered and all of the students' books were stacked up. Then a group crowded around Syaoran, eager to talk to this new kid. Sakura scooted her chair close to his and listened in on the conversation.

"So you're a senior?" someone asked.

Syaoran nodded. He didn't seem very talkative, but he didn't appear to be intimidated by the fifteen kids looking at him.

"Why are you in biology, then? Shouldn't you be in physics or chem? Hah, you failed it, didcha?" someone else said.

Syaoran rolled his eyes, "No. This is my first time in a school. I have all my credits from homes schooling, but I'm missing a few so I took the opportunity to try a real school."

Everyone nodded, "I see." The bell rang just then, and all the students got up to go to their next class. Tomoyo met with Sakura and she giggled, "He's hot."

Sakura laughed as she agreed, "Dead right. But he's a senior…which is a no-no for us sophomores."

Tomoyo nodded, "I know…and all of the hot ones are upperclassmen."

Sakura replied, "Then just one more year for us. So…"

Tomoyo asked, "Wanna get together tonight?"

"What's tonight?" Sakura asked absentmindedly.

"Friday. Dinner, movies, or mall?" Tomoyo asked.

"How about dinner at the Pizzeria, then the new Keanu Reeves movies?" Sakura suggested.

"All right. Let's meet around…say, six?"

"Sure. With Naoko, Chiharu and Rika, right?" Sakura asked, naming the rest of the girls in their group.

"Of course. Damn, we're going to be late. See ya next period," Tomoyo called as she headed towards her music class.

Sakura shouted a goodbye through the emptying halls as she too, walked to her classroom, Language Arts 10.

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"Excuse me, ma'am," a flight attendant interrupted Sakura and her children out of their story.

"Yes?" Sakura asked.

The flight attendant shrugged, "A gentleman in first class asked that you might receive this drink," she gestured towards the iced glass in her hand filled with pink fluid.

"What is it?" Sakura asked pleasantly. She figured the drink was from the man who had winked at her on the way in. She hadn't known he was in first class, he didn't look that rich.

"A Cosmopolitan, ma'am. Four parts Citron Vodka, 2 parts Cointreau, 1 part lime juice, and two parts cranberry juice," the attendant recited patiently.

"All right. Please thank him for me," Sakura said. She took the drink and sipped it cautiously.

"Can I have a sip?" Natasha asked.

Sakura frowned at her daughter, "No. Five more years of waiting, hon."

Natasha pouted, but on the second thought, Sakura changed her mind, "Take a sip."

Natasha excitedly took the drink while Tory tsked, "Offering alcohol to minors…bad, mom."

Sakura gave Tory a look that read, 'Just see'. Natasha had took a big gulp, anticipating a sweet taste much like pink lemonade. That was not what she got.

"Phhht!!!" Natasha spit it out, splattering the back of the seat in front of her, "That tastes like shit! It's so bitter…ugh, I need some water!"

"Watch your tongue, lady. And may that be a lesson to you, not everything is as good as it seems," Sakura grinned.

"Ugh, that is a lesson," Natasha groaned.

Tory asked, "Mom, if you're getting picked up by guys so often, why didn't you ever model? Grandma used to, didn't she?"

Before Sakura could answer, however, the same flight attendant came back with a piece of information, "He would like to meet you, and asked if you could do him the honor of sitting with him for the rest of the flight."

Sakura smiled, blushing, "Oh really? How many seats are available?"

"One, next to him," the flight attendant said.

"Sorry, but I don't want to leave my kids," Sakura said.

The flight attendant looked around to make sure no one was listening and lowered her voice, "Personally, I would take up the offer. Mr. Akisu is famous. He's a millionaire and actually owns a newspaper company. Plus he doesn't look too shabby."

Sakura smiled, but once again, "I don't want to leave my children. If you'd ask if he would pardon two more seats, then I'd be more than happy to go."

The flight attendant peeked over at Tory and Natasha and looked surprised, "Those are your children?"

Sakura nodded, "Both of them. I love them dearly."

The flight attendant put on a rather fake smile, "I'll return soon."

She didn't come back.

"Mom, I can't believe you. You should've just left us, we'd be fine…hello, hot millionaire?" Natasha said.

Sakura shrugged, "Those men wouldn't want you two. Besides, he'd probably marry me…divorce me and find a younger person."

"True," Tory nodded, "But mom…I feel bad. Because of us, you've never gotten to be young. You never got to go out on dates, go out with your co workers after work for drinks, parties or anything. You left your family to raise us in a place more understanding."

Sakura smiled, tears glistening in her eyes, "Sweetie, I'd give up anything for you. And it doesn't matter. You come before me, my life or my dreams."

Tory suddenly said, "You didn't get the modeling job because of us, huh."

Sakura nodded sadly, and a tear trailed down her cheek, "The minute they saw my stretch marks, they booted me out."

"I'm sorry, mommy," Natasha reached over to give her mother a warm hug, wiping her mother's tears away, "I love you."

Sakura smiled contently, "I know. I love you two, too. Now, back to the story."

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Throughout the day, Sakura discovered she had three more classes with Syaoran, which were PE, Journalism and Resource (which was like study hall). She learned that in order to fully graduate from high school with an advanced studies diploma, he had to have several credits in physical education and arts, therefore he was stuck with the freshmen and sophomores in PE and Journalism. Sakura was interested in him, she hadn't quite met him and was intrigued by his silent demeanor.

But now it was 5:55, and Sakura was already waiting at the Pizzeria, the latest hang out for teens. It served delicious steaming pizza and endless soft drinks, and the atmosphere was set by the pinball and foosball games set up around the area.

Sakura was waiting in the front, and glanced at her watch. Her cell phone, which her father had gotten instead of driving lessons, read 5:56.

5:57. Her friends still weren't here. Maybe there was traffic.

5:58. They usually weren't late. Maybe Tomoyo was picking them all up and coming at the same time.

5:59. Did they ditch her? No, that couldn't be possible. They were too good of friends to do that.

6:00. Her cell phone wasn't ringing, and Sakura wasn't sure if she should call them. Oh damn, the cell phone was out of batteries.

Sakura went inside the Pizzeria and almost immediately spotted a brown headed boy sitting in the corner, glaring at the menu. Sakura smiled as she found a familiar face (or at least one she liked; the place was busy with people from her school), and headed over to him.

"Hi! I'm Sakura. I'm in some of your classes, remember me?" Sakura asked cheerfully, sitting down in front of him. She wasn't sure if he'd be annoyed by her plopping down uninvited, but his face didn't show any emotion as he nodded, "I remember."

They sat in silence for a second before Sakura said, "The combo deal with a New York pepperoni slice is really good. Plus the coke and salad is a really great deal."

Syaoran looked up, rather pleased, "Thank you. I wasn't sure what to order."

Sakura laughed, "I guess you're not used to pizza places like these. Do they have these in Hong Kong?"

Syaoran shrugged, "Probably. I didn't get out much from my home, what with home schooling and training."

"Training?"

"Martial arts. My family was really big on that kind of stuff…tradition, martial arts, swords, all that stuff," Syaoran replied.

Sakura was glad that he had opened up, "That's really cool…I used to do cheerleading but when I got to high school and saw what big bitches most of them were, I changed to dance. It's fun, but not the same as cheerleading. My friend Chiharu is a junior varsity cheerleader…she's one of the non-bitches," Sakura explained.

Syaoran smiled a bit, "The curly haired one?"

"She's going out with Takashi Yamazaki, the one who was hounding you with stories during Journalism," Sakura explained.

Syaoran nodded, understanding. But Sakura frowned, "Speaking of Chiharu…where are they?"

"The combo, please, pepperoni. And a coke, with a Cesar salad," Syaoran said.

Sakura was confused for a second before she realized he was speaking to the waitress.

When he was finished ordering, he turned back to her with a small smile, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Sakura looked down. Her stomach grumbled loudly and she blushed, "Heh heh, I guess I'm a bit hungry."

Syaoran's natural gentleman instincts took over, "Do you want me to order anything for you?"

Sakura shook her head, glancing at her watch, "It's already 6:15. I should get going now…sorry to have bothered you."

Syaoran shrugged, "You can stay. I'm not meeting anyone here, and you seem hungry. Where are your friends?"

"I'm not sure…I was supposed to meet them here at 6, and they're usually not late. My cell phone's dead, so I don't know what to do," Sakura sighed.

Syaoran didn't know why, but he boldly asked Sakura, "Come and have dinner with me." Syaoran wasn't sure why he had done this. He had thought that, at 18, a girl at 15 would seem annoying to him. Like his cousin, Meiling. He hadn't expected to…well, like her. She was pretty and mild mannered, but as a good judge of character, he could tell that there was more to her than a dancer or student.

"Thanks," Sakura smiled at Syaoran, "A lot. I hope Tomoyo comes with everyone else…"

Syaoran called over a waiter and Sakura asked for the same thing as Syaoran, and their drinks were brought to them. Sakura sipped on her Coke and asked, "So…why now? Why did you come all the way to Japan just to take a few classes?"

Syaoran answered, "Well…I thought I was doing fine until my family discovered that it would be best if I got a high school diploma. I took a few tests and passed all of them, but I was missing a lot of credits for PE and stuff, which I couldn't just take a test for. So I picked a high school, and I thought coming to Japan with a fresh start would be best."

Syaoran had tweaked his story a little. He didn't quite want a fresh start--he just wanted to get his studies over and done with, but attending a high school in Hong Kong wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to go somewhere close to home; too many people knew him as the future Li clan leader. And after graduating, Syaoran would have to go back and take the role as one of the important people, and so he picked a place as far away from Hong Kong as possible. It led him to Tomoeda, and he never imagined he would be eating pizza with a beautiful girl, casually talking.

After the pizza came, they didn't do much talking. But Syaoran couldn't help but notice the dazzle of Sakura's smile, even with a spot of sauce on her lip. He noticed she had a habit of flipping her hair over her shoulder. On other girls it would've seemed arrogant and ridiculous, but on her, it seemed natural and charming.

After their salad and pizza was eaten, Sakura asked another question, "So who are you living with? It seems your whole family's back in Hong Kong."

"I live in an apartment close to the school. My family actually bought the apartment for me, so I'm in no rush to do anything in it. So I'm eating dinner in fast food places for now, living on greasy hamburgers and undercooked chicken," Syaoran said.

Sakura laughed, "Lucky. My dad always tries to cook me homemade food, but he's always tired from work when he gets home, so I usually order in."

She took another sip of her soda, and asked, "One thing. How are you going to get a high school credit in only five months?"

Syaoran shrugged, "I know most of the biology curriculum, PE should be easy for me, I have to make up a few miles and sit ups, and I've already worked out an agreement in Journalism with the teacher. We only discovered I was missing classes last week, so it was a rushed move."

"Cool. I wish I could only go to a few months worth of school," Sakura smiled.

For the first time, Sakura heard Syaoran laugh, "I take it you don't like school."

Sakura shook her head, "No way. All I remotely like is Language Arts and Journalism, but I definitely love PE and Resource."

Syaoran abruptly stuck his hand out and wiped a drop of marinara sauce from Sakura's lip. He took it and wiped it carefully on a napkin.

Sakura looked at him.

He looked at her.

"It was getting annoying," Syaoran muttered and jammed his hands in his pockets. He stood up and went to the bathroom without another word, blushing on the way out, silently bashing himself, Idiot, idiot, idiot, why the hell did I do that?

Sakura giggled when he left, he must've just realized that he and her were sitting in a booth all alone, and he had just touched her lip. Sakura figured he had never had a girlfriend, he looked too…well, not inexperienced, but rather that he wasn't used to today's society.

In the bathroom, Syaoran banged his head onto the mirror, he was so stupid. Why did he do that? It was like his body did something on his own without his brain controlling it. Touching her. Her velvety lips were so soft, so kissable.

Syaoran remembered back when he was 13, his mother had given him a book to read about puberty instead of giving him a talk. Without a father to do it, Yelen felt uncomfortable with her son growing up. Though they had been close, his mother had drifted apart from their mother-son relationship as he got older, and now all his mother was to Syaoran was a distant figurehead. Anyways, in the book, it had told Syaoran that as he grew older and less in touch with his emotions, he would fall in love and his body would react in different ways, depending on the woman's chemistry.

And now his hand had just reached out its own, wiping a drop of sauce from her lip. And strangely, Syaoran felt a longing to caress her cheek.

"Stop it, damn it!" Syaoran told himself. His brain continued to taunt him, wondering what it would feel like to hold her petite body in his strong arms.

A man came out of a stall, giving him a strange look. Syaoran turned away and left the bathroom, walking back towards Sakura, who was still sipping her coke. The bill had come, waiting on the table, and Syaoran sat down to open it. It read 1,522 yen.

"Here," Sakura slid some money across which Syaoran estimated to be about 750 yen.

"You don't have to pay," Syaoran got out his wallet and opened it. All that was in it was about 58 Hong Kong dollars, equivalent to about half of the bill.

Sakura laughed, "You forgot to change your money, didn't you?"

Syaoran nodded, cursing himself for his stupidity.

"It's okay. Um…I have more money. This will be one me," Sakura smiled at Syaoran, who shrugged, having no choice.

The bill was paid and the two of them got up to leave. Syaoran said to Sakura, "I'll pay you back on Monday."

"It's okay. It's just a pizza," Sakura smiled at Syaoran, "Just remember to convert your money from now on."

"Deal. I'm still going to pay you back," Syaoran told Sakura as they left the restaurant.

"Mm…you can pay be back some other way. How about letting me watch the movie I supposed to see tonight?" Sakura asked. She realized how daring the words seemed once they were out of her mouth. It made it seem like she was asking him out on…

"A date?" Syaoran asked, raising his eyebrows.

Sakura blushed, "Well--I didn't mean that, actually, just cause my friends didn't show up and all, so--I hope you don't take it the wrong way--you don't have to pay me back."

Syaoran looked at a bumbling Sakura with amusement in his eyes, a tinge of a smile on his lips, "It's fine. A date it is."

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Author's Important Note (AIN): Wow, that was a long chapter, wasn't it? Over 5000 words. I didn't expect it to go that long, but judging from the rough plot I have in mind, about 12 long chapters will probably do it.

Also, I didn't expect to post this up so quickly. I thought I'd be posting up Shattered Dreams first, but apparently, this will work. I'm not sure when I'll be posting up chapter two, since I like to write most of the story before posting it up so that I can fix things easily without reposting.

Now…just the clarify things up…Sakura isn't telling her kids the story the way I'm typing it. That would be weird (her talking in third person), but she's reliving it while telling her children.

Umm…what else…this fanfiction will be really long, I guess. I have three parts set out for it. The first part will end when they land at the Tokyo airport, where Sakura is at the end of the story. Second part will be their new life in Tokyo, and if you'ev read the summary, she gets a new job and a new boss, who will play a VERY important role. The third part will be even more intense…So…just, for now, please read and review!!!