Chapter One: The Beginning

Rain. It was what I'd associate with the start of it all. Well, not the start of my journey, but ours. My journey's beginning would forever be filled with snow and ice. Ours, however, began with rain. Rain and the adrenaline and exhilaration of knowing what was about to commence, one way or the other. The unfamiliar sights and scents and sounds; seeing the other for the first time, and not having any idea what was about to become of us. Only being able to hope for an ending.

I supposed, someday, we'd have to thank the Dimensional Witch. I didn't know how. But someday, we would have to find a way. It wouldn't be easy, but there were innumerable ways to do it, though none of them would be enough. How were you supposed to thank someone sufficiently when they were the cause of your entire life? All the happiness and the reason you want to go on living?

You see our dilemma.

Anyway, continuing the story. It was raining, and my face was in a calm smile—serene and composed. I probably looked as though I was pleased to be there, standing a world that was not my own and having no way of moving to any other. At the least, I looked very different from the desperation of Syaoran, holding his Princess Sakura—asleep and unaware of the danger she was in. My expression definitely looked nothing like his. The ninja standing only a few feet beside me—Kurogane.

I laugh. Why are you all squealing? Don't tell me this is all you came for? Hearing me talk and tease and torture your favorite ninja?

I won't admit it isn't deathly fun to do such, but wouldn't you rather hear the whole of it first? I thought so. All right, then.

Calm down. I can't hear that many questions all at once. All of you want to know what I first thought of him? Handsome? Dark? What did you say? Hot? Sexy? I smile. What are they letting young ladies read these days? All in good time, I'll get to it.

If I had to say my first impression…I know it isn't as "love at first sight" as any of you might will it to be, but I rather thought he was a spoiled, determined, ignorant little child. My face breaks into a smile yet again. Put down the pitchforks and the torches. Not all epic love stories begin that way, you do know. Ours is epic, I agree, but it didn't start that way.

I wouldn't know what he thought of me at first. I would ask him, but he's outside. Perhaps when he returns, I could, but you'd all have to make yourselves scarce if he's in a foul mood. Why? Oh, no, of course not because he'd hurt you. In a foul mood, Kuro-tan tends to do other things.

To me.

And your parents would most likely rather you not see that.

Excuse me? "Screw them"? I smile. You should be thankful instead of indignant. It means that they care about you. It could be different. They could rather you jump off a stone tower headfirst to your plunging death. But I digress—that would be getting ahead of myself.

Look at this. We're already verging off the story. Okay. Now, Kuro-sama was giving his sword to the Witch. That was the first time I began scrutinizing him. Why was he so attached to one item? Not that I wasn't to my tattoo, but he actually seemed to consider remaining in a foreign world rather than giving up that one sword. It was only a sword—even magic-induced ones could be replaced with the right amount of money.

Of course, now I know why he didn't want to give it up, but you must imagine my confusion back then. Such adamancy, so willful. Two things of many that I still haven't got.

I tilt my head in confusion as all of you rush towards me, arms open, most of you going, "Awww…." It's nice that you like to embrace men you don't know very well…

Our first sighting of each other was brief, for as you know, we were sucked into Mokona's cavernous mouth not long after—already being whisked away into our first world.