*Disclaimer: CardCaptors, a mystic adventure, catch you, catch me, aruite yukoo! That didn't make any sense now did it? Oh, well. I claim this land as my own… this story as my own. I am a legal American citizen… oh, wait, no I'm not. I'm a legal alien… and I want to go to Japan. I think I'm from Area 51… oh, wait, what's that you say? Oh… I'm not -_- Hehe, well, you know I'd fit in perfectly in that place. Oh, by the way, did I tell you who owns this story? ME!!! But I don't think I own the topic. Nope, I don't own CardCaptor Sakura. Nope, not me.

Touya, Sakura, and Tomoyo moved things around in the large room in the building called the 'Drake Center'. Mr. Kinomoto paced, talking on the phone. He had told them that this was a big business party for Christmas, but didn't tell them much after that. He said that it would start at 4 P.M., and it was already 3:30 P.M. There were a lot of men moving things around, as well, so Sakura and Tomoyo didn't do much.

"What do you think this is all for? I mean, who's coming aside from your dad's officemates and the other staff at his work?" Tomoyo asked.

"I don't really know," Sakura answered.

"It looks as if it must really be important," Tomoyo stated.

"Yeah," Sakura sighed. "Dad's been on the phone all day. And, Touya's not talking to me because he's still mad about what happened when we were going to the groceries. But it wasn't my fault… I was sure it was Syaoran," she ended in whisper.

Tomoyo went into a thought, "Sakura… do you really think that it could've been Syaoran?"

She nodded her head. Then, she looked down at the ground, "Actually, I'm not sure at all. I just have a feeling…"

"Then," Tomoyo interrupted, "it must be him!"

Sakura eyes flashed with that dreamy, faraway look, "If it was him… why hasn't he come to see me. Why…"

"Sakura," Touya walked up on them in the middle of their conversation, "Dad says that guest will be arriving in a little while and that we should stand at the door and greet everyone that comes in."

Sakura nodded.

"Now, just stay over there. I have to get changed, aight, monster," he said, patting her on the head.

Anger burned on her face as he walked out of the large room and into the hallway. He was wearing a white shirt and his normal blue jeans, while Sakura and Tomoyo were dressed up. When he came back, there were already two groups of guests that had taken their seats, and now he was dressed in a slick tuxedo.

"Wow, the Smith's and the George's are early," Touya said to them.

"You know who they are?" Sakura asked.

"Yeah, of course," Touya said briskly. "I work part-time at dad's office as his secretary. Didn't you know that?"

Sakura stared at him in disbelief. 'How many part-time jobs will he have here in America,' she wondered. But an arriving family cut her thoughts short.

"Those are the Serge's. They are a highly respected family here in New York, but the guy's son is such a pest. Anyway, you be nice to them," Touya whispered to Sakura.

The son looked like he was around the same age as Sakura. His parents shook hands with them and took their seats, while the kid shook Touya's hand and stood in front of Sakura, just staring at her. She felt very uncomfortable under his gaze. Sakura didn't know what to do with him, and Touya had an annoyed look on his face that seemed to be screaming, 'GET AWAY FROM MY BABY SISTER!!!'

The guy finally took Sakura hand and held it up to his lips and gave it a kiss. Sakura looked at Tomoyo in confusion, and she said to her, "I think in some western cultures, men to that to women to show a sign of respect."

But, Touya wanted to whack the kid right then and there.

"I'm Timothy Serge," stated the kid, still holding Sakura's hand between both of his own, "but my friend's all call me Tim." He had a smug look on his face that was irritating Sakura, but she knew she had to be nice to him.

Sakura hesitated, "Uh… my name's Sakura." She pointed to Tomoyo, "And this is Tomoyo."

Tim shook her hand. "Sakura… what a beautiful name… what does it mean?"

"Okay, kid. Go sit with your parents now," Touya said, trying to have a courteous sounding voice. "There are other guests arriving."

Tim gave him an annoyed look, but took his seat. But, from there, he kept staring at Sakura. "Sakura, I think he likes you."

"Uh…" .

More people came, and they shook hands with all of them. There were three girls that came in about their age, and they were all sociable kids that introduced themselves as Sonia, Diana, and Lei-Anne.

Finally, when no more people seemed to be arriving, Mr. Kinomoto waved at them from a table at the front of the room. The three of them made their way through the crowd, and sat at the table. They all sat down, and Mr. Kinomoto stood up and walked up on stage.

"Everybody, may I have your attention, please," he said into a microphone that magnified his gentle voice. The room quieted down, and only low whispers could be heard. "First off, I want to thank all of you for coming today. This is a just a thank you party to all the people who have helped me get accustomed to the traditions here in America… and it's also my Christmas party as part of those traditions. So, before you leave, don't forget to get your Christmas present under the tree at the back of the room. They are Christmas presents from my family to yours… so, Merry Christmas!" He smiled and stepped down. Suddenly, chefs began to rush in with their trays full of food and they served it to the guests.

When the food was finished, the people talked merrily among themselves. Mr. Kinomoto joined conversations with business partners and such, introducing some of them to Touya. Mr. Kinomoto went back to Sakura and Tomoyo and said to them, "There's a room at the back for you children. It has a television set in it so you can watch. Invite the other kids in, too, if you don't mind."

Sakura nodded and he went back to his conversation that Touya was now leading. Sakura and Tomoyo went to the back of the room, and got Sonia, Diana, Lei-Anne, and Tim to join them. They sat around in the room talking, and watching the TV. The only thing one at the time was news, since it didn't have cable.

Tim, Sakura, and Tomoyo seemed very out of the conversation that the three girls were having. They stared blankly at the TV screen as the reporter lady said something about homeless people during Christmas and how they were deprived of presents and happiness that the upper class had during such a merry time.

Eventually, Sakura and Tomoyo began their own conversation, as Tim continued to stare at the TV. Within the chatter, a sudden squeal from one of the girls could be heard.

Sakura heard one of them say, "…but he's homeless…"

And Tim could be heard saying, "Hey, I'm cuter than that kid is. Look at him, he has tattered clothes and everything. At least I look half-decent."

"Why would a homeless kid have such a nice overcoat?" one of them asked.

"Some people who pitied him probably gave it… or maybe he stole it from someone," answered Tim.

Sakura glimpsed at the TV and saw a familiar face, but in the same moment, the lady said, "…and back to you in the studio…" and the face was gone.

Sakura's jaw was left wide open, and Tomoyo asked, "What's wrong with you, Sakura?"

"It was… it was…" she stuttered, pointing at the TV.

Tomoyo looked at her in utter confusion. Tim came up to them and said to Sakura, "Do you like that homeless kid that was on TV, too? Why do you want to sink so low when… hey, you can have me?"

Sakura looked at him in disgust and wanted to slap him, but held back from any angry emotions due to the fact that his parents were respected… apparently that didn't mean he was respectable. Touya walked in on them and, in his rich monotone, said, "Which one of you is Diana?"

Diana looked up at him, and he looked back at her and said, "Your parents are looking for you. They say that you're leaving now."

She smiled at him, but he just walked back out and back into the world of business people. "Sakura, is that your brother?" she asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

"He's so cute," she said in a dreamy gaze.

"Oh, first the homeless kid on TV and now Sakura's brother?!" squealed Sonia.

"You've got to admit," stated Lei-Anne, "that homeless kid was pretty cute."

Tim snorted. Diana got up and walked to the doorway, and then she turned around and said, "Goodbye." Then she waved and disappeared into the crowd.

In time, everyone left. Everyone, that is, except for Tim and his family. Tim's father and mother and Sakura's dad and Touya stood amidst the tables that were in disarray, talking endlessly. Sakura and Tomoyo sat at one of the tables looking restless, while Tim sat at the table near them in the same predicament. He had given up trying to win Sakura's heart hours before.

Mr. Kinomoto excused himself from the conversation and shouted to Sakura and Tomoyo. They walked up to him, and he exclaimed, "How would you like Tim and his family to have dinner with us tonight?"

"That's… That's great," she lied.

"Great!" he said. He turned back to Tim's parents and announced the news to them, and then they began to walk and talk out of the room and into the hallway, heading for the elevators that leg to the basement parking lot.

Touya held back. "You know what, monster? I'm glad I'm not in your shoes. I wouldn't want to be caught dead with that cocky kid," he whispered with a wicked smile flashing across his face.

Tomoyo gently pushed Sakura on as the anger rose to her head. "It's okay, he's not that bad. Anyway, at least you got me by your side."

"Yeah."

When they got back to Sakura's apartment complex, it was already dark. They ate dinner, and Mr. Kinomoto, Touya, Mr. and Mrs. Serge were all in the living room talking about things Sakura didn't understand very well, while the three of them headed to Sakura's room.

Tim poked at Sakura's stuff, mumbling to himself. Sakura opened up the window near her desk so it wouldn't become stuffy. Tim picked up a watch and held it to the light, "What's this?"

"It's my watch," she replied, trying to grab it from him, but he pulled it away.

"But it's made out of cheap material. I mean, it's not made up of gold or even silver. It's just plastic with little designs on it." He observed it even more closely. "It's not even working!"

She tried to grab it from him, but he pulled it farther still, nearing the window. "Tell you what," he began, "I'll buy you a nice, new watch." He extended the hand with the watch out through the window, "And you can get rid of this piece of junk."

Sakura tried to protest, but he had already dropped the watch to the streets below.