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He always loved her.

No matter the world, no matter the situation, he always loved her. Rich or poor, blind or stupid, he always, always loved her. Time and time again, they found each other. Time and time again he would take her hand, blushing as he whispered those three fateful words to her.

Sometimes, just sometimes, they happened across a world where they were different. Syaoran would look upon himself and find himself a child, only to turn and see Sakura as an adult, other times the reverse. Other times, he would happen across versions of him and Sakura that were both decidedly male. It never really bothered him – he even took a picture once, to show Sakura once he got back home again. He thought it would amuse her.

Once, he found himself face to face with a female him. It was a bit awkward, to say the least.

It had been dark, the ally half hidden in shadow. Kurogane and Fai were sleeping back at the hotel, leaving Syaoran to go about searching on his own. This world was hard on adult males, and Syaoran really didn't mind having some time alone, so no protests ever found their way into the air. He ducked through allies and into libraries and bars, looking for any lead he could find, anything to help him in his search.

Instead, he had found himself.

She had her back to him, hands wrapped around another girl's shoulders and legs slightly apart as she kissed that world's Sakura. For a moment, he confused her with another male version of himself – she had short hair, and wore slightly baggy pants that helped to hide her more feminine figure. However, doubling back so as not to interrupt himself, he found himself noticing that she was shorter than him, her shoulders and hips narrower than they should have been.

He ended up tripping over his pant leg as he moved back. Apparently, incredibly baggy pants were borderline required for boys of a certain age in this world, and were considered especially flattering if coupled with an inch or two of visible patterned boxers. Syaoran regretted ever deciding to try being fashionable.

The girl span around, her stance immediately shifting into something lower, ready for whatever potential threat could be the cause of the interruption, only to find herself looking down at a mirror image of herself. Well, minus the boobs, that is. Naturally, she took a moment to stare quite openly at the boy. Syaoran took this as a perfect opportunity to run like hell.

It was confusing, to say the least.

Syaoran ended up walking back to the hotel, deciding that seeing himself with breasts was quite enough of an adventure for today. Besides, it was getting late, and he had to help Fai make dinner.

Sakura smiled as he told her the week's findings and events. It made her happy hearing that it was the same no matter the world, no matter the circumstance, he would always love her.

She knew she would always, always love him back.

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A/N: I'm still very new at writing fic, so I'm still working out the characterization and everything. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.