Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura. Story, characters and such are solely owned by the wonderful, talented and beautiful women of CLAMP, namely Tsubaki Nekoi, Ageha Ohkawa, Satsuki Igarashi, and Mokona. I love them so. The CCS manga series in Japan was published by Kodansha.

The Hunter and The Wolf
By: Ya-kun

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a hunter who came upon a pack of injured wolves. With the humanity he possessed, he brought them to a friend to nurse them back to health. As the hunter and his friend were done healing the wolves, he realized that something was terribly, terribly amiss, when one of the wolves stole his precious first kiss.

CHAPTER I: Growth Spurt

Syaoran breathed in deeply as he closed his eyes. He rested his head on the ground. That… thing didn't just happen. Yes, nothing was amiss at all. He didn't get his first kiss stolen by a wolf, and by the gods, that wolf didn't turn into a butt-naked baby right before his eyes. Yes. Everything was perfectly normal. He slowly lifted his head up, strangely not able to lift up the whole upper portion of his body. It was like something was sitting on him or something… No. Of course not! That can't be… Suddenly, he opened his eyes as a determined look blossomed on his handsome face.

The butt-naked little baby smiled at him—gums and all.

A few moments passed before Syaoran regained consciousness.

Gradually coming to, he glared at the baby on his chest before he flicked her on the forehead… hard. She reeled back slightly at the impact, her forehead sporting a quickly purpling bruise. The baby gurgled happily again, as if asking Syaoran to repeat the action.

Syaoran's eyebrows twitched as he closed his eyes once again. "Stupid hallucinations…" he muttered under his breath, bringing his hands to his head. Syaoran gently massaged his temples, mentally noting to ask what the hell Meiling slipped into his breakfast that morning… and made future plans of slipping lots of it into her future meals.

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When they both realized that they did not slip anything in each other meals and stopped trying to kill each other, Meiling and Syaoran sat down on the ground, thinking of what to do. The baby was now wearing some of the temple's spare clothing which Meiling had borrowed (stolen) and was currently seated beside Syaoran. Meiling glanced as the baby cutely gripped onto Syaoran's brown cargo pants as she tried to stand up. A few moments passed before she turned back to Syaoran, a smile on her face.

"Let's just throw her away."

If Syaoran was drinking or eating anything, it would've been a disaster. But thankfully, he wasn't doing either of them and thus, he hadn't ended up spurting all of it on Meiling's face. He knew Meiling would kill him if he ever did. Syaoran regarded Meiling with a confused yet angry expression. How could she say that with a smiling face? "What do you mean throw her away?"

She looked at him as if he was talking in another language and was cursing relentlessly. "Syaoran, we're not going to actually throw her away." Meiling regarded him with a sad & sympathetic look. "I know you're not that mean."

Syaoran made a sound in the back of his throat as his eye twitched and a vein in his head throbbed. About to show her a piece of his mind, Syaoran paused in the clenching and unclenching of his fists as he watched the baby stand up by herself. Seeing this as well, Meiling gushed before quickly leant over to hug and cradle the baby to her chest with a smile, giggling and whispering about how she was so cute.

He sighed, relieved. There'd be no abandoning little babies tonight.

The next morning, Syaoran uncharacteristically woke up late. Donning the same outfit as he wore yesterday, he went through his morning routine—this being 30 minutes (or more) of exercising. As soon as he was done, Syaoran stretched as languidly as possible, still feeling a bit drowsy. He slid open the shoji screen door… only to come face to face with a two-year old child. While a part of him was slightly disturbed, he bent down and ruffled her hair, all the while smiling. "Hey there kid. What are you doing in front of my room?"

The two-year old pulled out her right thumb from her mouth to speak while she used her left hand to point at him. "Ran!"

Taken aback at the suddenness of her actions and with her calling him "Ran", Syaoran observed the girl closer. "… Am I related to you in anyway?" He looked at her big, doe-like emerald eyes and her auburn hair and Syaoran knew that either this kid just somehow overheard Meiling calling him that or…

Hearing rushed footsteps coming from around the corner, Syaoran stood up from his crouching position to face a flushed Meiling. She was obviously looking for someone. Syaoran was able to quickly comprehend the situation. He placed his right hand on his disappointed face as he shook his head side to side. "Honestly Meiling, when you have your… impulses, you should really practice safe interc— Hey! What was that for?"

Rubbing the bump on his head, he tossed back her shoe. She really knew how to throw stuff. He watched as Meiling passed him by as she picked up the little girl and scolded her for leaving their room without permission. Syaoran's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what was going on. Unfortunately, his train of thought was interrupted when Meiling practically shoved the kid in his face.

"Meet the little wolf, Ran-chan."

Paying no heed to the wretched nickname, Syaoran's eyes widened disbelievingly. "… Little wolf?"

Their suspicions were alarmingly correct. The little girl turned three the day after that, and then the day after she turned four. And when she turned five, they finally got a name. Sakura. Her sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth birthdays passed by just as quickly. When they asked, Sakura said she couldn't remember anything but her name. Her eleventh and twelfth just as well. Then she turned thirteen years old, fourteen years old, fifteen years old, sixteen years old, and seventeen years old in just a blink of their eye. Meiling had said she wished it was that easy for her when she was a teenager before sighing sadly to herself.

Today was technically her eighteenth birthday. Sakura was currently their age. He wasn't so sure just how old she really was, but now she was eighteen, like him and Meiling. As he waited for Meiling and Sakura on the temple grounds—they were heading to town today—, somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of Syaoran's dense mind, he was wondering what to get Sakura for her birthday.

A/N: Bet you didn't expect that, did you? XD …Well, if you said you were expecting it, I'd probably not believe you, anyway. Ahaha. Yes. The CRACK. Thanks for the reviews guys! The plot's still building up so don't be disappointed just yet. Reviews are appreciated because they feed my muse and me XD. (Almost didn't reach a thousand words there. Phew!)