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I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!! I now know that "ohayu" is NOT hello! It's "Good morning". Thank you for helping me to be aware of this fact. I'm also sorry that it took me so very long to update.

(Writer's block)

As for the cliffhanger? Well, you'll just have to live with that! I'm sooooo evil!

BWAH HA HHA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    *Hopeless romantic laughs insanely*

Poor darling Syaoran. Don't worry, fans. I wouldn't let him suffer—for too long, anyway. I love him far too much!

Any who, here is the FINAL chapter of my first fanfiction. Thanks so much for all your splendid reviews. To know that others enjoy my work is a sensational feeling!

Enjoy! R+R!

PREVIOUSLY, ON THE LAST EPISODE OF "DRAGON BALL Z!!!" OOOOPPPPPSS…. Heheheh. I watch FAR too much DBZ! Sry. -_-`

PREVIOSLY, ON THE LAST EPISODE OF "A LESSON NOT SOON TO BE FORGOTTEN!"

       Syaoran swallowed. "Sakura, I love you!!"

A Lesson Not Soon to be Forgotten

Chapter 4

       Syaoran swallowed. "Sakura, I love you!" he burst out. There was dead silence. Sakura's jaw dropped, and she stared at Syaoran, shocked. She couldn't believe her ears.

       "Wh—what?" she whispered, thinking perhaps she had misheard him.

       Syaoran gazed into her unbelieving eyes. "Sakura Kinomoto, I love you more than anything in existence, I love you more than life itself. You are my reason for living," He said gravely, his eyes searching her face for a reaction.

       But Sakura said nothing. She simply stared at him, open-mouthed, and caught completely unaware of his affections. Sakura couldn't believe it—how could Syaoran Li, the soon-to-be leader of the Li clan, the boy who had despised her for so long since his arrival in Tomoeda, her competitor for the Clow cards, and now one of her closest friends—be in love with her? She was speechless.

       "Please say something," Syaoran begged hoarsely. But her silence stirred pain in Syaoran's deep amber eyes, and he felt his heart tear into a million pieces. He quietly rose from his seat and went out the door, closing it softly beside him. Sakura didn't try to stop him. She sat unmoving, still staring at the spot where Syaoran had been. If she had looked at Syaoran's face while he was leaving, she would have seen a single tear slide down his cheek.

       Syaoran walked alone down the street, his eyesight blurred with tears. Don't cry, he scolded himself. Crying shows weakness, according to the clan. He had told Sakura that rule of the clan once, and she had looked at him in great surprise. "Weakness?" she had said, frowning. "Crying doesn't show weakness. It shows compassion. It shows feeling. It shows emotion, and care."

       "Care," Syaoran murmured. He had just tried to tell Sakura exactly how deeply he cared for her, but it was obvious that she didn't feel the same. 'Well, she didn't say that she didn't love you,' that little voice in the back of his head reminded him. Sure, Syaoran thought bitterly, but she didn't say anything else either.

       Syaoran tried to decide what he should do next. The only reason he had stayed in Tomoeda, really, was for Sakura. So what should he do now? Go back to Hong Kong? What was waiting for him there? The Clan, his mother, Meilin. Still, it would probably be the best decision, but something in his heart was against it. His head said yes. His heart said no.

       Syaoran glanced in front of him and found himself standing in front of the swings at the park. He smiled sadly. This was the place where he and Sakura had grown so much closer so many times. He had a cherished reminiscence of the time when he had comforted Sakura after she confessed her crush to Yukito. Yukito had told Sakura that the love she felt for him was the same as that she felt for her brother or father. Afterwards, Syaoran went to the park with Sakura, who was in tears. It broke Syaoran's heart to see her in so much pain. I know how she must have felt, now. Syaoran thought. He remembered embracing her, calming her gently. It had been bliss, holding Sakura in his arms, smelling the fresh, summery scent of her hair. It felt so… right. He would never forget it as long as he lived.

       He then realized why he couldn't go back to Hong Kong. Even though Sakura didn't love him, he knew that he would always be head-over-heals in love with her. He knew no matter how hard he could try to forget Sakura, to move on, he would never be able to. He would always love Sakura, and there was nothing anybody could ever do to change that. Syaoran knew that he always wanted to be there for Sakura; he always wanted to be the one she could turn to. He wanted to be around her. And if that means staying in Tomoeda, then so be it! Syaoran thought determinedly. I will never give up on you, Sakura. Never. He sat down upon the rotting wood of the old swing set and began swing slowly back and forth.

Sakura lay sprawled across her bed, her face buried in her pillow. Like everything else in her room, the pillow was a soft pink hue, but at the moment was soaked with tears. She was still in shock over what Syaoran had told her. Syaoran—was in love with her. That explains why he always blushes around me, Sakura concluded sadly. But the question was: did Sakura love Syaoran? She pictured Syaoran in her mind—messy, even unruly, chestnut hair, a rarely occurring, but heart-melting smile, and, Sakura had to admit, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They were a deep amber colour, and full of wisdom. They had a certain strength and power to them, but at the same time unmistakeable kindness and warmth. Sakura had never seen those eyes show so much pain as they did today. It crushed her to see Syaoran like that. Sakura suddenly started to cry.

       "I'm so sorry, Syaoran," she sobbed into her pillow, "but I just…don't know how I really feel." She knew that she definitely felt something in her heart for Syaoran that was much deeper than just friendship, but was it love? Sakura rose silently from her bed and walked over to her desk. She shuffled through a drawer, obviously looking for something.

       "Here it is," she murmured softly. She held a black videotape that Madison had recorded of Sakura's card captures. She popped it into the VCR and watched the television screen intently. Pictures of Syaoran and Sakura flashed across the screen. Syaoran was there every capture, fighting alongside Sakura, shouting encouragement and bits of advice. He had saved her life countless times, and Sakura knew that she could have never captured all the cards without Syaoran.

       Sakura fondly recalled the time when Eriol had trapped them in an elevator shaft together. She had started to cry over the seemingly hopeless situation, but Syaoran comforted her, and assured her that everything would be all right. She stopped crying. They spent hours trapped in the elevator together, waiting for someone to rescue them. They had sat on Sakura's handkerchief and shared a few cookies. Suddenly, the elevator started to move, and Sakura had stood up, excited. An unexpected lurch from the elevator had sent Sakura flying backwards into the wall, which, thanks to Eriol's trickery, had disappeared. Syaoran desperately tried to catch her hand before she fell out of the elevator, but couldn't reach her in time. Sakura tumbled down the black pit where the wall used to be. Horrified, devastated, and struggling not to cry, Syaoran had screamed out Sakura's name into the blackness. Luckily, Sakura had transformed the float card to save herself, and Syaoran, so relived to see Sakura safe, had embraced Sakura lovingly.

        Sakura felt something stir in her heart when Syaoran held her that day. It was a feeling she had never felt before. She was surprised that Syaoran had been so worried for her safety. Syaoran usually showed very little emotion towards others. Even remembering his warm touch made shivers run up and down her spine.

       That touching memory was all Sakura needed to finally recognize her feelings for Syaoran.

       She loved him.

       With tears in her eyes, she smiled. "Yes, Syaoran. My answer is yes. I love you too!" Sakura cried out, wanting the world to know how she felt.

       I've got to tell him, Sakura said to herself. I've got to tell him how much I love him. Sakura suddenly realized she didn't have a clue where to find him. What if he left Tomoeda? She panicked, What if he went back to Hong Kong?! Sakura breathed deeply, trying to relax. There was only one way to find Syaoran's location—her magic. She closed her eyes and concentrated hard on Syaoran's face and his strong green aura. She caught a fleeting vision of Syaoran at the old swing set, looking disappointed, forlorn, and lonely.

       "Oh Syaoran," she whispered affectionately. "I'm sorry for putting you through all this, but I'm coming now." With that, she rushed out the door.

       Syaoran was still at the park when he heard someone approaching him. Glancing up, he saw Sakura. Her soft hair was blowing gently with the wind, and her normally rosy cheeks were tear stained. She was gazing at Syaoran with an expression that he couldn't read. He felt mixed feelings at seeing her. The familiar and joyous leap of his heart at seeing her lovely face, and the pain he felt just an hour ago reawakened. She's probably here to try and discourage my feelings for her, to tell me that she doesn't feel the same way for me, Syaoran thought sadly. He rose silently from the swing as Sakura walked towards him.

       They stood before each other, each gazing into the other's eyes, achingly. "Syaoran," Sakura whispered, her eyes glistening with tears, "I'm sorry for hurting you so, but now there's something I have to tell you. I—"

       "Ssssshhhh…." Syaoran interrupted, bringing a gentle finger to her lips. "Please Sakura, before you say anything, let me tell you that I will never regret having met you. You helped me to see what a selfish, cold person I was. You changed me. For that, I am forever grateful to you. I want you to know that I'll always be here for you." He swallowed, bracing himself for the disappointment he was certain would come next. "I apologize for interrupting you. Please continue."

       Sakura smiled at him, moved by his beautiful words, and her heart hammering. She controlled the urge she had to throw her arms around him. Now it was Sakura's turn to blush, as she tried to confess her feelings to Syaoran.

       "Syaoran," she said again, gazing determinedly into his rich amber eyes, "I love you."

       That caught Syaoran completely off guard. The expression on his face was identical to how Sakura looked an hour ago…. shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sakura loved him! The most perfect angel in the world loved him. He loved her, and she loved him back. This was too good to be true. He simply gazed at Sakura's beautiful face; feeling like his heart would burst with all the love that he felt for her.

       Misinterpreting Syaoran's silence, Sakura's face fell, and she felt her heart shatter. Oh God, she thought, pained, I've distressed his heart too much. He doesn't love me any more. Tears streaming down her face, she turned to leave. But a strong hand caught her wrist and held her back.  She turned to face Syaoran, and saw that he was smiling at her lovingly.

       "Oh Sakura," he said gently, "All I've ever wanted was to hear you say those words. I love you more than words can say."

Sakura's eyes danced with happiness. She threw her arms around Syaoran and embraced him warmly. As Syaoran held her tightly in his arms, he felt a warm, heavenly feeling spread through his heart, and somehow felt… complete. He found himself wishing that he would never have to let Sakura go.

       Finally, Syaoran tilted her face to his, and they shared their first, sweet kiss.

       He felt that at last, everything was just perfect.

                             **********************THE END**********************

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!       *Sigh* I'm far too sappy.

Isn't Syaoran the most perfect guy in the world? Beside the fact he's not real. Damn. I have no luck with love. Anywho, tell me whatja think! Stinky? Sappy? Superb? Should I do a sequel?

So long for now! R+R!!!!

                                                          Sincerely,

                                                                             Hopeless Romantic