A/N: First of all, I'd like to say how sorry I am for not updating for so long. (bows)

Second, I'd like to thank all who've reviewed! (bows again)

Fujitaka loved the boy. After things had been settled, Syaoran slowly began to open up to the man. The boy was quiet and reserved, and held an emotionless face. But when Fujitaka began teaching him with his studies, a light shone in his large brown eyes. This delighted the man. He was uncertain at first if the boy could read or not, but found out the boy was actually knowledgeable, and was always interested in learning. But he held one concern…the boy's eye.

Syaoran's right eye was indeed blind. But it wasn't glass or milky white, like a normal blind eye. The eye's appearance was instead no different from the boy's left. Yet the child had felt pain from the right eye. There were times when Syaoran had woken up in the middle of the night yelping from the pain. Doctors were no help; they were only able to heal the wounds that Syaoran had when Fujitaka first found him.

The boy didn't complain; he had no memory of his past, not even a name. He was thankful that Fujitaka had taken him in. He could care less about his eye…someone cared about him, and to him, that was really something. He figured he could trust this man; he was different from the townspeople, who jeered and threw trash and pebbles at him. The old timer that gave him bread had some heart, but he wasn't like Fujitaka.

"Fuijta…Father…" mumbled the boy. Syaoran felt uneasy calling the man Father. From what he's seen, 'Father' was a name that the other children called one man that was blood related to them. This man had taken him in, but they were certainly not related by blood. He felt calling the Archaeologist 'Fujitaka-san' would be more respectful. But, if the man insists…

"Father…" repeated Syaoran. He was had been watching Fujitaka the past hour packing things into travel bags and suitcases. "Are we going somewhere?"

Fujitaka wiped his brow, placing some maps into a bag. He looked at Syaoran, smiling. "Yes. I've wanted to do an excavation in a country, and the country's king has allowed me to do so." Syaoran observed the man's face; it seemed to be full of happiness. "It was a dream to uncover the ruins of that country, now I'm finally able to."

Syaoran blinked with curiosity. "Where are we going?"

Fujitaka closed the final suitcase, and looked around, checking if he had missed anything. Finally, he replied. "To the country of Clow."