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Syaoran was completely lost, separated from his friends. The last thing he could remember was a sudden attack from an unknown place. He didn't see this coming, and wasn't fast enough to protect himself. Then, several creatures hit him, and everything became black.When Syaoran woke up, he was hung on a tree in a forest from his legs, upside-down, and felt the blood flowing to his head. His hands were tied and a piece of cloth was stuck in his mouth. He breathed hardly, and wondered how long time he is hung like this.
He had a feeling that those creatures will return to take him…
…And he didn't have to wait for a long time, because he saw a boy coming.
The boy reminded Syaoran himself. He had short brown hair and amber eyes. He was tall, thin and pale and wore old and dirty clothes. He looked like someone who lived in the forest for his whole life.
When the boy noticed Syaoran he ran to him, and released Syaoran quickly. Syaoran fell on the ground, glad to breath normally again.
"Th-thank you… very much…" Syaoran said, trying to smile.
"It's okay." The boy replied, smiling a little smile. He helped Syaoran to get up.
"Come with me, I'll take you to where I live, where you'll be safe. I'm not one of them, and I won't hurt you." The boy continued. "My name is… E… Sh… Kamejya." He looked a bit worried and confused, and Syaoran didn't understand why.
"Kamejya…" Syaoran said quietly. "My name is…"
"Don't tell me your real name, as I didn't tell you mine." Kamejya interrupted him. "In this place, if they'll know your real name and decide that it's illegal, you'll end just like me… or worse than me. Tell me a fake name, and keep yourself alive."
Now Syaoran understood. A minute ago Kamejya almost told him his real name. This place is too dangerous, and his identity can kill him. Syaoran tested his words carefully, and tried to choose a fake name as he looked at Kamejya.
A picture of a white book with a long title on its cover appeared in Syaoran's mind. He couldn't remember when and where he saw this book, but this book gave him the answer he needed. He closed his eyes as he said the name. Not his real name – the fake one.
"My name is… Gudamera."