We Were Written

Chapter Twelve: Forever and Always, We Were Written

a/n: this is the final chapter. I know that the wait for this story had been rather long for a few chapters, and sometimes, things got frustrating, but we are at the very end. Thank you for those who stuck by this until the very end. I hope you all enjoy and leave feeling satisfied.

Also, I have no beta, so there may be grammatical errors (where aren't there any -_-?)


To everyone's surprise, Syaoran did not rush to Tokyo as everyone expected him to. After the visit, Syaoran paced around in his bedroom, unsure of how to act. Maids were hesitant to disturb him as he acquired the habit of glaring at anyone who broke his concentration. With the exception of Xiao Dan, he spoke to no one. Neither Mei Lin, his mother, nor his brother-in-law were able to figure out what he could possibly be thinking about. Finally, when the weather was warming into spring, Syaoran finally decide to talk to Touya.

"I'm going to Tokyo…I've thought about it hundreds of times, and I know that I must see if what I hope to be true actually is."

Touya sighed heavily, seeming older than when Syaoran first met him. Syaoran noticed it on his own face too. He had aged so much in such a small span of time. "What finalized this decision?"

"I hesitated because it just was too much to hope for. What if I went and it was not her? I don't think I could stand it again. It would have been as if she died twice…"

Touya nodded in understanding. "I realized that very quickly. I couldn't take losing her so many times."

Syaoran shifted in his seat. "But I cannot stand thinking that what if it is her? How could I leave her alone for fear that it won't be what I desire? Sakura deserves better. So, I will go to Tokyo in two days. I want you to come with me."

At this, the older man smirked at him. "Brat, as if I would have let you gone alone."


When both men did arrive in Tokyo, they had to be careful. Even though the war was over, the anti-foreign sentiment was still present, and Syaoran found his race be completely unwelcome. His own name seemed to be hated for his involvement in the war. Syaoran had to be careful o refrain from using his identity. How times had changed; it was his father's name that allowed him to explore the Gion so freely as a child. Now, it marked him as an enemy.

"You're going to have to do more of the talking," Syaoran whispered as they passed a couple of men who spat about the "bastard Chinese devils."

"I gathered as much." It was lucky that Touya was there with him. though he didn't expect to find the geisha, Miyako so easily, but Syoaran suspected that with Touya, it wouldn't be as impossible. That man carried a very demanding vibe. People genuinely listened to him.

They traveled to district after district. The geisha way of life seemed to have changed from Syaoran's memories. The women were cruder, louder, much less refined than the women he had seen in his boyhood.

"These women aren't geishas," Syaoran commented to Touya, who had only just recently pulled a younger woman off his arm.

"Yes, they are. This is what it means to be one now. Still, this only makes me worry about my sister."

Syaoran agreed. The need to find Miyako grew.


On April first, they reached a teahouse that was rumored to be owned by a mysterious woman in black. They entered to find themselves acquainted by a tall man, perhaps Syaoran's age, wearing glasses and a stoic expression.

"Hello," Touya greeted. "We are looking for the owner of this teahouse, Yoko-san."

"Yoko-san doesn't see guests, but I will let her know you stopped by. Please, may I ask for your names?"

They had long used aliases since returning to Japan. "I am Tachibana Satoshi, and this is my friend, Yoshida Kyou."

"That man is not Chinese." A voice called out from the back. A striking woman with long, dark hair and in a black, elegant kimono came out. The man who greeted them looked at the two guests and back at the woman. "Watanuki, it is alright; I will take care of this. Please do collect our lovely geisha's belongings. But before that, do prepare the tearoom."

"Yes, Yoko-san." The man bowed and went to the back. The woman, Yoko-san, smiled at the two guests.

"I've been expecting you," she nodded to Syaoran. "You, I have not, which certainly means that an interesting story is involved. Come; let me invite you both to have tea."

Touya and Syaoran exchanged glances, but followed her into a different room that had a traditional Japanese tea room feel to it. It reminded Syaoran very much of the ones he used to use when Sakura was still a geisha and he was her danna.

Syaoran had drank his tea quickly, trying to calm his nerves. His heart was beating awfully fast. Yoko-san had asked them how they met; she wondered at how a Japanese former soldier and a Chinese man became friends. Touya had explained to them how they met while he was in prison. He still left out their names, including Sakura's, but the story was true. Yoko-san smiled at all the right places and gasped at the suspenseful moments.

"I must say, I do have a habit of attracting visitors with very interesting stories. My most recent one is a beautiful, young, Japanese woman who has worked for me for a bit of time. She came with an ill father. For reasons regarding her safety, she could not tell me her true identity. Regardless, she is my most lovely geisha. Very traditional and elegant; I am rather pleased at myself for finding her." She drank her tea delicately and sighed. "However, I know she cannot stay with me forever."

Syaoran finally found his voice. His chest hurt from the speed in which his heart was beating. "The geisha, is she Miyako? If so, where is she now?"

"Yes, she is Miyako…and if you wish to see her, perhaps you could meet her downstairs outside. She is due to come back any minute now."

Syaoran stood up and bowed deeply to the woman. "Thank you, Yoko-san. I feel as if you've been very kind to Miyako and her father."

"Naturally, you sir," she pointed to Touya. "You may meet the father. Watanuki can you show you to the room. You best go, Li-san. She will be coming soon."

Syaoran grinned at the woman, daring himself to feel hope. "Thank you."


He spotted her before she noticed he was even there. It was April 1, 1946 in Tokyo, Japan, that Syaoran felt happiness again. When the geisha finally looked up, time froze for them both. She dropped her purse and her hands covered her mouth, her eyes shining with tears.

"Happy birthday, Sakura," he said lovingly. She shook her head and sniffed, unable to speak.

"You found me," she finally choked out.

Sakura's tears fell freely washing away the mask she disguised herself with while she was "dead."Syaoran took her in his arms and began stroking her hair softly.

"We were warned! And they took us out before the…but then I was so…so scared! They…were saying horrible things…about you…and about…our son…"she cried out in between sobs. "They…they told me….told me you could have been dead!"

"Oh, no, I could never leave you! I thought you had died," he explained in an almost whisper. He felt his own face become wet with his own tears. "I missed you."

"I missed you! I missed Xiao Dan! I missed Mother Ye Lan! I missed our home. I missed my family!" She was shaking in his arms, her sobs growing louder.

"We're together again. It's all over." Syaoran cupped her face and planted small kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, every single part of her face. She was still his Sakura. She was older, and the months being in Japan left her face with sharper angles and a smaller waist than he remembered, along with eyes that were sadder than he'd ever seen them, but she was his Sakura, his one and only.

"Can we be happy now?" she asked in a hopeful tone.

"Yes, we can finally be happy."


According to my grandfather, my great-grandparents lived very happily together after they found each other again. Grandpa Xiao Dan would always tell us the stories of his parents. Sometimes, my father questioned it sometimes, but I would always hush him.

It was my great grandmother, Sakura, that passed away first. Three years later, my great grandfather followed her, very quietly in his sleep. Their graves are beside each other.

I don't remember much of them. I was only five when great grandmother passed away. I do remember that she smiled a lot, and he was a very kind person. When she died, great grandfather was very sad. He didn't cry loudly, but I remember he would sometimes get a faraway look in his eyes whenever he would happen across anything that triggered a memory. When he finally passed, we were sad, but still happy because he was back with her.

The one memory of my great grandfather that will always stick with me is the one I have shortly before he passed away. We had been walking along an old street in Kyoto before he had stopped in front of a very small bridge.

"Great grandfather, is this the bridge from your story?" I remember asking him. He nodded at me.

"Mhmm, we were a little older than you when we met each other on this very bridge. Sakura looked like you when she was little."

I had put my hands to my face, unable to picture great grandmother so young. "Really?"

"Yes."

We had walked around a bit more before I asked him very clearly. "If you didn't meet her here, do you think you guys would ever meet?"

"Yes…we were written, she and I." He answered me with such confidence that I didn't doubt it.

"Do you still love great grandmother?"

"Always."


Ultra Special Blah Blah Blah: This chapter is shorter than the others, and maybe there are loose ends here are there, but I feel as if Sakura and Syaoran's story ended the way it did. One regret I did have was not showing Sakura be reunited with her brother, but it just...wouldn't have fit in with this chapter. Once again, hope this was enjoyed and feel free to leave a review about how you felt about it or if you have any questions. Thank you, and I look forward to continue writing Sakura and Syaoran stories in the future.