G/N

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sue khairin

Another dimension. This was getting kind of routine for Syaoran… it was almost hard to remember a time before they started dimension hopping.

Fay walked up to a woman sitting on a park bench.

“Hello, Miss.” He said, smiling. “My friends and I are travelers here. What country is this?” he asked. The woman smiled.

“Oh, this is Indigo country, as when the sun sets, the sky over the mountains turns a deep indigo color. I hope you enjoy your stay!” the woman said. Fay smiled, and the group started walking away.

“Well, these people seem friendly,” said Sakura. Kurogane snorted.

“Yeah. And they’re human. Not like those creepy wolf people. It’s also a plus that there are no libraries anywhere. Any country free of wolf people and librarians is good enough for me…” Kurogane mumbled. Mokona jumped up and down.

“Wolf people! Libraries! Wolf Librarians!” Kurogane picked Mokona up and threw him/her several kilometers.

“SHUT UP, PORK BUN!” He screamed. Mokona bounced off a tree and flew right back at Kurogane.

“Mokona isn’t a white pork bun! MOKONA IS MOKO-“ a girl caught Mokona in her arms.

“ADORABLE!” she squealed. Mokona smiled.

“Mokona is popular with the girls…” it said. The girl giggled. Her mom came out of the house behind them.

“Kahirin! Don’t touch that- it might have rabies.” the woman said cautiously. Mokona looked at her like it was about to cry.

“Mokona doesn’t have rabies…” it said. The woman smiled.

“Oh, okay. I guess it can’t really have rabies if it’s that cute.” She said, patting Mokona on the head. Kurogane rolled his eyes.

“You would think that people would be freaked out by a pork bun that talks in the third person, much less talks at all.” Kurogane said under his breath. Fay hit him on the arm.

Sakura and Kahirin were walking together. The two had become friends very quickly, and Kahirin had confided in Sakura that she was sick. That’s why her mother was so over protective of her.

“I’m worried that in my life time, I won’t have the time to do all of the stuff that I want to do. Death doesn’t scare me, Sakura-chan, but the idea that I’ll run out of time to live a full life does frighten me very much.” Kahirin said.

“What do you want to do, Kahirin?” Sakura asked. Kahirin smiled.

“This might sound kind of silly, but there’s this rock star in our country, named Siti Nurhaliza. I’ve always wanted to go to one of her concerts, but I’m scared that I won’t have the chance to, now that I’m so sick.” Kahirin said. Sakura smiled.

“I lost all memories of my childhood, you know.” Said Sakura. “That’s the reason Syaoran and the others are traveling so much… it’s to find my memories and get them back.” Sakura said. Kahirin shook her head.

“That sounds even more impossible than me going to a Siti Nurhaliza concert.” Kahirin said sadly. Sakura smiled.

“Actually, we’ve already been able to get a lot of my memories back, so it’s not that impossible.” Sakura said happily.

“Really?” Kahirin asked.

“Yes. My point is that nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it. If you really want to go to a Siti Nurhaliza concert, it’s not impossible.”

It wasn’t impossible. Sakura went out and found two concert tickets the very next day, then showing them proudly to Kahirin.

“It wasn’t impossible to get these, you know.” Sakura said, while Kahirin turned the tickets around in her hands. “All you have to do is go up to the ticket booth and buy them… they’re pretty cheap, too.” Sakura told Kahirin. Kahirin laughed.

“Sakura-chan, thank you very much for getting these for me, but…” Kahirin paused, looking towards her mom, who was talking to someone on the phone. “Getting the tickets isn’t the impossible part. My mother won’t let me go.” She said. “And I can’t sneak out… she has eyes on the back of her head.” Sakura shrugged.

“I’m not usually one to go and break rules, but like I said. If there’s a will, there’s a way.” Sakura said mischievously. Kahirin gasped.

“Sakura-chan, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Kahirin said. Sakura smiled.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m just trying to show you that you can do the impossible if you really want to.” she said. Kahirin hesitated, looking at her mom. Then she smiled.

“Okay, then. We have a concert to go to.”

Kahirin was staring wide eyed at Siti Nurhaliza, then back at Sakura. Sakura had a triumphant grin on her face.

“You didn’t tell me that you got backstage passes, Sakura-chan!” Kahirin screamed. Sakura laughed.

“I thought you might like these better.” She said. Kahirin turned to Siti Nurhaliza.

“CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!” she asked excitedly. Siti Nurhaliza smiled.

“Of course. You can do more than that. Want me to show you what we use during our concerts?” she asked. Kahirin nodded, then picked up Mokona.

“Can this…”

“Mokona is Mokona.”

“Right. Can Mokona come, too?” Kahirin asked. Siti smiled.

“Of course. Wait…” she reached out a hand and patted Mokona on the head. “This thing is so squishy. Of course it can come!” Mokona smiled.

“Mokona is always popular with the girls!”

The three went up on stage, and Siti started to show them around.

“This is the drum set that Akane uses. She saved up for it for two years. I’ll have to ask you not to touch it, because she’d go kind of crazy if she found finger prints on the cymbols. Oh, what’s wrong with Mokona?” Siti asked, pointing at Mokona, who’s eyes had gone wide. Sakura gasped.

“Mokona, do you sense a feather?” Sakura asked. Mokona nodded, then bounced over to the microphone.

“Mokona wants to know if this microphone opens!” Mokona said. Siti walked over.

“Yeah, it does. We have to take it a part to clean it sometimes…” Siti opened the microphone, and a pink feather came out. “Well, would you look at that.” Siti said, astounded. Sakura picked up the feather and put it in her bag.

“Well, that’s settled. I guess the concert’s starting soon, so let’s go grab our seats!” she said, grabbing Kahirin’s hand.