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"I'm home," Kamejya said when he and Syaoran entered Kamejya's house. It was a small wooden house on the top of a tall tree.

There were three small rooms in the house. In the first one there were a little kitchen, some pillows, a low table, a wooden box and a bed. In the second room there were a wand, a sword, shelves full of old books and a bed. In the third room there were lots of papers and pencils, shelves full of medicines, soaps and poisons, a little black box, a thick black book and a bed. The beds in the house weren't real beds – they were actually mattresses with some dusty blankets on them. On the bed in the third room there lots of blankets, more than the other beds. Syaoran looked into the room, wondering.

"Is there someone sick in the house?" He asked.

"Me." Kamejya replied. "But... it's not something serious..." He calmed Syaoran down. "I'll be okay." He sounded just like Syaoran when he didn't want to make his friends worry. Syaoran understood it is okay.

"And… who lives in the other room?" Syaoran asked.

"My younger brother lives there. My mother lives in the main room."

While they were talking, a woman entered the room. She looked like Kamejya, but was taller, with darker skin, and long curly hair.

"Welcome back home, Kamejya." She said and bowed.

"I'm back, mother." Kamejya replied, and the boys bowed too

"Amm…" Syaoran said. "My name is… Gudamera… I…"

"You came from another world." The woman said. "I can sense it. My name is Linone. I'm Kamejya's mother. We live here together and as you can see, we are very poor, but you can stay here as long as you want."

"Thank you very much." Syaoran bowed again, and Linone left them.

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Syaoran looked around. There was no much to see, but the papers attracted his attention. Those papers were big, and some drawing and sketches were drawn on them.

"Do you like them?" Kamejya asked. "You can look at them, if you want."

Syaoran took some of the drawings and looked at them. Some of them were already colored. He is talented. Syaoran thought. I have never seen such beautiful drawings.

But the last one attracted Syaoran the most: Kamejya was drawn in the drawing, standing on a white ground. He had ten different shadows, and none of them looked completely like him.

Syaoran looked at the drawing shocked.

"It isn't me, if it's what you think." Kamejya said when he saw the expression on Syaoran's face. "This is… someone… who… doesn't exist… Not yet," He mumbled. "But also… not anymore." He's face looked sad.

Syaoran wondered who Kamejya talked about, who looked just like him. He looked at the drawing again and noticed something new: this boy looks also… just like him. Just like Syaoran himself.