"When?" Little surprised Tomoyo asked.  She, now rightfully anxieties over 
anticipated events.

"Next six days," he said evenly tone.  His pair of sad eyes was staring along a path 
in front of him.

Two kids were under the magic spell of silence of a while.  Tomoyo could only 
stared at Shaolan.  He was a very kind person. His kindness seemed to extend 
unlimitedly if it was associated with Sakura.   Tomoyo knew Shaolan did not loved 
Sakura less than she did.   He ceaselessly protected Sakura.  He infinitely thought of 
Sakura first before his own, ready and willing to do anything for Sakura's happiness, 
for Sakura who he loved.   

Separating from the person who was beloved was truthfully hurt, and now? 
Shaolan was confronting with that hurt.   She could feel pain and hurt were 
furiously burning under his utterly tranquil facial expression.

"You're going to tell Sakura-chan, but you change your mind, because you don't 
want to make her sadden for what you are going to tell her, don't you?"

Shaolan heartless swayed his head, his face was drank down slightly. 
"That's one part, I rather don't know how to tell her that's another."

"Do you?really have to go?" Tomoyo's orate was more like requested him for 
reconsideration than a question.

The boy gave her a nod, his eyes becalmed, miserable calmed. "I must."  

His two words caused Tomoyo's persuading ability knocked off.  It was the truth 
that he must go back to his clan.  It was the truth that she could not debate.  But?

"What about your feeling for Sakura-chan?"  Tomoyo asked.  Shaolan felt like he 
was galvanized by the name, emotionless stunned, as he already prepared himself 
to took this pain.  Tomoyo continued, "Would you going to tell her your feeling?"

The girl gasped, flapped the tip of her four fingers to shut her mouth when she saw 
the boy face darken painfully.  His jaw was clinched tight, appeared like this was a 
big unassailable wall he built to defend; not to countenance his emotion was 
detonated.  His both hands that were clenched stringent into fists were grappling all 
control he had, and arrested it into him.  Not to lose his all control he was endeavoring 
to maintain.   

The cinnamon hair boy took air into his lunge, used his all strength to open his mouth 
to answered the interrogation.  

"No," Tomoyo's eyes widen reacted to the answer of the evenly voice replied her, 
as he went forward.  "I'll leave…her as a friend."

"Li-kun?quot; 

Shaolan's totally insensate voice of composure interrupted. "Do you remember 
what we talk in latest festival?"

Tomoyo thought back to the festival that Sakura had made Yukata for Shaolan as a 
gift for thank.  It was after Sakura realized that who Yukito loved most was not herself.  
At the time when Tomoyo had gave comment about Sakura's new feeling to Yukito, 
the feeling that he was one of her family now.  Along with it, Tomoyo's question that 
asked Shaolan that he had not told Sakura how he felt yet?  

But Shaolan had said, [I saw how hard she was trying to be strong, trying not to cry, 
around him.  If he saw her cried, he would trouble because he hurt her feeling.  She 
knows how it feels when the person you love isn't the person that loves you.  If I told 
her how I feel, she would think of my sadness.  It would cause trouble for her...  So I 
will not tell her. ]  

However Tomoyo had convinced him that Sakura was not a person who would be 
sad so long.   If Shaolan told Sakura how he felt that his feelings would get through 
to her, she thought, he would get a very Sakura-like answer.   Shaolan seemed more 
convinced by her words, not to give up to tell Sakura his feeling again.

Ended the flashed back, Tomoyo nodded quietly, "Yes," she said

"You said Sakura isn't a person who keep sad for long, so I would mean to tell her 
after she finished her observation at Tokyo Tower, but many incident happen.  I still 
have not told her yet.  Sure, I mean tell her if?"  His words trailed off, trying to clear 
his throat.  "I'm not going to leave?quot; 

"But if she know later, she'll terrible sad."  She protested

"She'd not know," he said made Tomoyo stunned, she was going to make another 
protest, but was cut off.  "Because if I tell her now, it would make her more sad.  
On the other hand, if I'm not saying anything and…leave as a friend who goes back 
home.  She'd only miss me as a friend, but not hurt or keep sad so long." 

The returning of her word made Tomoyo speechless.  The situation changed, he 
was going to leave Japan, going to leave Tomoeda, going to left Sakura.  

Shaolan took another deep breath and turned to look at Tomoyo, "You love Sakura 
too and you don't want to see her sad, do you?"  Tomoyo nodded, he was staring 
in the girl's eyes still. "So, don't tell her what I feel about her," he said without 
emotion, "This'd be the best for Sakura."

Again that the girl's eyes was widen.   she thought.  It was 
understandably seen like she was looking throughout a transparent plastic that 
covered his thinking.

Still Tomoyo did not argue as a sharp keen pike of cunning that was protracting 
on his face, radiance of elegant emitted from him, was piercing her.  No any sight 
of embarrassment when he was around Sakura, or when Tomoyo teased him.  
Nor character of a sinless boy that easily believed all the 
not-all-matters-were-the-truth stories form Yamazaki.   

All Tomoyo could sense was power.   The power of the great leader that could lead 
people, undeniably and willingly to do in that way he wanted.   The power of the 
future leader of 'Li' clan named Li Shaolan.

Seeing she silenced, Shaolan took that was her acceptation for his request.  
Then his facial expression switched to be a forced lightly sad simpered to 
Tomoyo, "Thanks for Videotapes, I'll return it to you before I go."  

He did not gave Tomoyo a chance to talk, as he walked away, even she had, she 
still did not know what to talk.  He did not say why he must go back to Hong Kong, 
but the reason could be know.  

[Shaolan must carry all hope and responsibility of our clan.  He never has a 
chance to live or even acts like other ordinary children in his age.  He completely 
aware what is bounding him.]  Fuutie's speech was echoing in the girl's head as 
she began to walk home.  

Tomoyo could not frigid with the situation. It was a right thing that he had to go 
home, to his family even his clan did not bind him.  

  Tomoyo thought

Although he was true, when things went in this way, if Sakura did not know, she 
would not hurt? but could Tomoyo do that?  Could she let he left while things still 
clouded?  What about Sakura?  Longhair girl thought.

She let her quiet sigh out.  Even she did not know what to talk, but she felt she 
wanted to have something to talk with Fuutie.


* * * * * * * * *


Fuutie was in kitchen, wore an apron, making her wonderful dinner she planned 
for delighting her little brother.  However she seemed dead purely absenting mind, 
pondering something, something that could help her poor brother.  

Meanwhile sleeping Shiki-chan was got away from awful hot climate of summer 
by comfortable dipping in pot, which had poured some water, beside its master.  
Although Shiki-chan was a magic creature but fish still was a fish, as natural instinct, 
all fish loved water.

Sound of the door in the main room was opening cause Fuutie to gaze who was 
coming.  It was Shaolan came back from school, holding the videotapes paper 
bag and a new door bolt.  She walked to him with a delicate smile dressed-up 
on her face.

"You're back Shaolan," Fuutie cheerfully greeted him.

"U-Um," cinnamon hair boy replied.  For Shaolan, he had living alone for a while, 
undoubtedly that he did not used to have someone welcome him when he was 
home.  He took off his shoes, handed the paper bag to his sister.  "It's Videotape 
you want to borrowed yesterday, Fuutie-oneesan"

"Really??" Fuutie excitingly took the bag form him, "Wow! Tomoyo-chan is a very 
good girl."  Mild smiling, as she placed the bag on sofa and said, "Shaolan you look 
tired, why don't you take a bath or have some rest?"  She covered the pot, which 
Shiki-chan was sleeping in, which was beside her by its cap, while gave her dear 
brother kindly look, beaming at him. "I'll cook dinner today and will call you when all 
is ready."  

"Um," he hesitantly stepped to his own bedroom.  A little while later he peered out 
from his bedroom, "Fuutie-oneesan," he called, "if you need some help you can 
call me."

Fuutie reversed to see anxious boy, while put the pot on gas stove in the kitchen.  
"Oh! Brother, you always concern about me.  Thanks, don't worry anything, I can 
do all myself." Scintillating beamed she lit fire to boiled water as she planned to 
make some soup, unaware that her magic creature was in the pot that now on 
the gas stove.

"Um," he gave a nervy responded, shut his bedroom door softly.  

Shaolan never saw or knew his eldest sister could cook, at home in Hong Kong, 
they had a chef to cook.  Her fingers might be cut by a knife she held…nay, he did 
not think so.  His eldest sister was an expert in using knifes, even used as sharp 
weaponry, she would do not let herself injured.  Test of her food? ?Just ate and 
knew, he thought.  For himself, he had occasionally learned from the chef.  It 
helped him lots while he was living alone in Japan.

He threw himself on his bed, blanked gazing at the ceiling of his bedroom. 
 

She propelled her own body sat down on the sofa, sigh.  She had already told their 
mother, as expected, what mother could do was only delay the date Shaolan had to 
go back, but not so long.  But unexpected from their mother was she said that as a 
leader of clan, Shaolan had to sacrifice.

 She rocked her body back and forth for a moment, frowning, 
as she annoyed herself that could not make anything out to help little brother.  
  She sighed, let egg-shape 
chine fell down to her clavicle.  

All train of though blocked Fuutie to be alerted by the rattling sound that came from 
the pot.  Minutes later the pot turned to silence.  A minute later again, Fuutie started 
to search around, something that always on her side missing.  

  Fuutie stood up, walked for checking over her magic 
creature.  

She headed into her bedroom, "Shiki-chan?"

Nothing.

In her bathroom, "Shiki-chan?"

Nothing.

She carefully opened Shaolan's bedroom.  Catching Shaolan was sleeping, she 
took a quick seek around the room, did not want to bother the sleeping boy. 

Nothing.  

She closed the door quietly.

Panic began to cover her as she could sense a bad omen.  She thought that her 
Shiki-chan was facing with something dead horror.  Who could prognosticate what 
was the magic creature's fate would be?  Fuutie wandered around the main room, 
peered under sofa, table, each cupboard, and each drawer.

"Shiki-chan, Shiki-chan, Shiki-chan, Where are you??"

Nothing.

 

Panic began to rise more and more became to be angry, but was cut off by the 
sound of boiling water.  She opened the pot's cap, still looked around for her 
magic creature, let the snort sound of threat out, "Hmmp! Go out to wander alone 
and did not tell me, make me worry.  What's a punishing fish!"

Fuutie scooped the raw stuff to make some soup she planned to make a wonderful 
meal for Shaolan.  About to put in to the pot, but stopped when she looked in to the 
pot and found?

Shaolan's bedroom was tided in the steam of silence.  He was sleeping deeply 
peacefully on his bed.  He felt dire tried, as he had not slept since yesterday.  
What was he dreaming? All things.  His family, 'Li' clan, Hong Kong, his friends in 
Japan, the day he had to go home, the day he had to leave Sakura?

His sleep was interrupted by Fuutie's shrillness sharp voices like fire-engine's siren 
when they had to extinguish somewhere that to be on fire.

"AHHH!!!!!!!!!!  SHIKI-CHANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He sudden was wakening up with a start.  His sister had screamed, what were 
dangerous things happened to her Shiki?!  He jerked himself up from his bed to 
rush out of his bedroom to the kitchen where his sister was.

"Fuutie-oneesan!"  He saw his sister was safe but crying, "What happ-" his 
interrogative sentence was skipped when he saw his sister taking the 
red-like-boiled-shrimp magic creature up with a ladle.  

Sobbing Fuutie turned to him with her wet eyes. "S-Shi-Shiki-chan's already be a 
boiled fish, Shiki-chan already die" she burst out of crying to end her words, which 
the boiled fish, Shiki-chan was sprawling still on a ladle in her hand.

Shaolan was speechless a second, before he could collect his own 
consciousness and began to comfort his sister.  "F-Fuutie-oneesan c-clam down, 
I think Shiki didn't die yet." 'I hope so, ' he added last comment to himself. 

Shaolan ran rapidly to his sister.  He poured some cool water to the sink in the 
kitchen, and set the boiled magic creature from ladle soaked into the sink.  
Shaolan and sobbing Fuutie observed Shiki-chan.  Shaolan used his right index 
finger prodded the fish, which kept afloat still. 

No reaction.

The sibling was dismayed in the first try.  Fuutie was sniffling as Shaolan's 
palpated Shiki-chan again.

No any reaction.

Fuutie started to cry, harder than previous one.  Their performing to rescues the 
magic creature's life did not work.  "Shiki-chan already die!" She cried out, used 
her both hand covered the wetness of tear from her eyes.

Shaolan used the last method, he could think to revive Shiki-chan, he lifted his 
hand up, slapped the coma magic creature hard as he could.  

Once. 

No any reaction at all. 

Twice.

Hopeless, Shiki-chan was still floating, motionless…Fuutie sank into her knees 
cried even harder.  Cognizing that the efforts were useless, Shaolan put his hand 
down, the magic creature had gone.  It was cooked to death? 

He stared grieving mournfully at Shiki-chan who was floating on the water, but on 
the spur of the moment blinked.  He felt he saw the magic creature was stirring 
lightly.

He shook his crying sister beside him,  "Fuuite-oneesan! Look! Shiki still alive!"

Hearing the news, Fuutie dashed to hug the magic creature, which was now 
drifted fast as it could to its master, scared of nearly-die-experience it had faced 
minute ago.  Both of them were crying.

"I thought you're cooked!" She cried out.

Looking the magic creature was safe he sighed in relieved.  After the minute of 
agitation passed, he brought back the horror event to reconsider.  Did it funny? 
A magic creature could be cooked to death?  

He shook his head, however, 'I guess I won't want to eat fish for a long time, '
he thought.

As the consequence, Fuutie's plan for wonderful dinner was ended with two 
cup-noodles.  Shiki-chan was lied peacefully on Fuutie's bed, recuperating itself.  
Still, Shaolan imagined he would love to eat a cup-noodle than Shiki-chan 
self-sacrificed soup.

Today was another the most fatigued day in Shaolan's life.  He did not hungry, 
more than eating he needed a sleep.  He ate only half of noodle.

"I'm full," he said, stood up to clean his chopsticks.  He headed to his bedroom, 
reappeared terrible weary.  

"S-Shaolan," Fuutie called him, her little brother turned to responded her.  She 
felt guilty her plan failed furthermore made the boy looked more badly.  She had 
to say something to bring up the boy's emotion but what.  Anguished sister was 
seeking something to say awhile

"W-What about your dinner?"   She reproached herself.  "I-I mean you just eat little," 
she salvaged her statement.

Shaolan was standing still, staring at her, listening to his sister patiently. 
"I'm not hungry," he replied glacial tone, opened his bedroom door and entering 
but then he stopped.  He whirled to Fuutie, "Fuutie-oneesan," he called his sister 
by applying serene voice caused her face looked at him.  The face of cinnamon 
hair boy pacified his sister. "I'm fine, really.  Thank you," the door was shut smoothly 
after the words were spoken out. 

Fuutie simpered gratefully, Shaolan was a very good boy, she thought.  It was her 
brother who comforted her, for her failure.  Nonetheless her failure still clung on 
her mind,   
She clinched her fists staring out at the night sky of Tokyo with the fire of her full 
intention, as the sky was the witness.

After she cleaned all things she messed, she picked the videotapes she borrowed.  
Turned on the television and video player, put a video in the video player, lowed the 
voice volume of television.  She did not want to disturb her little brother's rest. 

When the tape was played, she sat down on sofa, survival Shiki-chan drifted out 
from the bedroom to its master.  Fuutie held her two hands out took hold of its round 
body to her arms.  She caressed its seemed-to-be-forehead fondly, smiled to the 
magic creature.

"Are you okay?" She asked in concern.

Shiki-chan rolled its own body side by side implied that 'Yes master, I'm all right, 
see?'  

When Fuutie appeared that she did not truly believe, it rolled quicker and quicker 
tried to reassert her it was all right, till caused it felt dizzy.  Shiki-chan's adorable 
act induced Fuutie giggled.

"Okay, okay, stop roll yourself, I believe you."  

Dazzled Shiki-chan dropped down on Fuutie's lap softly, as it saw the world 
around could spin.  Fuutie patted the magic creature, while she watched the 
video, one by one.  

Watched Sakura captured the 'Shadow' card, it seemed this event had occurred 
too soon after Shaolan come in Japan.    

Watched Sakura in annual school festival.  Everyone was so cute, especially the 
boy who was the witch, he was very well acquainted with the plot of a story, she 
thought.  She could not help but burst out to laugh when she watched princess 
Shaolan footslogged out to the platform, he was so cute.  But he acted not like a 
princess.  He acted like he was bluffing, and ready to punch the king and the 
queen.  Sakura was so good and well acquainted with the role of the prince! 
Regrettable the kissing screen was interrupted, according to the videotape and 
Shaolan diary; it was the Clow card.

Fuutie watched the final judgement form Yue,  she commented.

When she watched Sakura and Shaolan were confronting with the large pitfall in 
the penguin king garden and the invisible threads.  Fuutie was surprised she saw 
another Shaolan's picture that she had never seen before, exploding of his 
emotions like this.  Anxious, worry, panics about Sakura's safety.  

She used almost all the night time watched the videos one by one while 
Shiki-chan gave up in during mid-night, sleeping on its master's lap.

Watching the last videotapes, Sakura and Shaolan in Japanese festival.  
  

She could foreknow them all form Shaolan diary.  Seeing Shaolan was wearing 
yukata Sakura made, and he blushed whenever he was around her, Fuutie could 
assure her little brother was in love with Sakura, ascertainable profoundly truly in 
love with Sakura.  

Fuutie, instead of want to tease her brother, she sympathized with him.  She stared 
at her little brother through his bedroom door.  She sighed in pity.  As much as he 
loved the girl, as much as he hurt.  

When she finished to wash all the videotapes, the dark night sky was nearly over 
by visitation of the sun.  The new morning was setting.  

Fuutie yawned, felt asleep.  She arranged all videotapes in the paper bag and 
head to her bedroom, brought Sleeping Shiki-chan with her.  She threw away 
her body to lay on her bed.

On account of Shaolan would never abandon the clan, would never throw off the 
chain of his responsibility to 'Li' clan.  This was one thing he chose to accept by his 
decision,  'Li' clan needed Shaolan, needed him to be the leader of the clan.  And 
Shaolan she knew would never do anything that he would consider, as it was 
egoistic, even for other perceives was what they had their right to get.  

Forthwith she thought she knew what was she could do for him.  It might be only 
one thing she could do for him now in Japan.  In addition for achieving her plan, 
she needed someone to collaborate, and she knew who could be the best to 
help her.

"That's it!" Fuutie exclaimed softly like she was whispering.  "If that person 
collaborate, all will succeed." 

She quickly lied down to flop, sneaked herself under blanket, as she planned 
for the new project for her brother.


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(01/05/2000)
To Be Continue Next
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As I must confess to you, this is my first CCS fiction& first fiction that I succeed to 
send it to home page. ^-^  So it might not good as others but I will try to improve 
myself, as CLAMP's thick fan I swear next will coming in few mouth. 
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          Babbling With Mee-na About All Names In The Story: 
(For the readers who mind to read this)  

Aloha! All dear readers ^-^ This time is chitchat about the name
     Let begin with the title name 'One From Five', well for these title you could know 
it easily, what this name implies after you read this part.  Who's relate with this 
number?  Who's only one son forms all five sibling? Yes! It was Shaolan ^--^ as this
fiction seem to be totally his story. ^--^ Ha Ha 

     For 'Fuutie' I picked her name from the list names of CCS the movie, but the list 
didn't tell who is the eldest sister.  It forced me to used my secret method.  The 
randomly picks and got her name.  ^--^ Ha Ha.  But actually I don't know what 
about the real Fuutie in the movie is, so this Fuutie and Shiki-chan come from 
my imagination.  If you don't like them. I'm sorry +_+

     For 'Shiki-chan', again random pick, but since it is magic creature, so I 
borrowed its name from 'X' & 'Tokyo Babylon' Yeah, CLAMP fan would know 
this name well.  I just think that if 'Shiki' pulsed '-chan' it would make a cute 
name. ^-^  
     If you want to know that what Shiki-chan look like.  Ummmm-_- It like CLAMP's 
whatever special that always have a round fish show off. ^-^

     Little for Shaolan.  Many of you would doubt why I wrote his name Shaolan not 
Syaoran, again his name have many way to spell.  Moreover I like the latter 'L' in 
Shaolan   (What a mix-up am I?!) ^-^  A-ha-ha-ha

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