Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CARDCAPTRO SAKURA OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
Mercenary
by Leoanda Taylor
Prologue
Running was no good. The brunette boy wirled around, sword at the ready. Holding a defensive position, he quickly swirved as a frontal attack was aimed at his heart. Moving his weapon in a sharp arc, he slashed his enemys left-side, getting a scream from his opponent. Moving to face the way he came, he scowled as two more of his attackers came in for side and leg thrusts. He expertly dodged them, and sliced one from stomach to heart, while the other got his own sword run through his stomach.
Syaoran turned and ran the way he was going. Running through the corridors, he checked each door, until he came to one in particular. On the door was a thin slot, looking through it he saw a young girl curled up in a corner, her short brown hair fell down to her shoulders, held up with two pink pig-tail bands.
"Sakura? I'm so glad that your alive!" Syaoran looked happily at the suprised girl. Slicing open the door, he grabbed her hand and whisked her out of the cells that were buried deep beneath the city. Running past the already sliced-and-diced men that he had to go through, he made his way - left arm still holding the girl - back the way he came.
Coming out of the entrance-way, Syaoran stopped, letting the young girl catch her breath. He stood against a wall watching her movements. She was a pretty girl of his age - fourteen - with light brown hair and large green eyes. Her figure was covered in a pastel pink body-hugging t-shirt, and black pants, with jet black trainners.
"You O.K.?" He finally asked. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Fine. Thanks to you. Who are you anyway?" Her voice was smooth and joyful.
"Syaoran," he said, never taking his eyes off her.
She smiled at him bowing a little. "I'm Sakura, as you somehow know. Why did you rescue me?" She watched him as he turned his back on her, and started walking away.
"I needed the money. C'mon, I have to get you back to your superiors." He spoke calmly, and a small smile was on his face.
"Mother and father sent you to get me, for money?" she asked catching up and glancing at him.
"Yea. Dont worry. Even if I'd said no, there's loads of guys, back were you came from, that wanted the job." He glanced at her, seeing a saddened look. "Whats wrong?"
"Nothing." They walked on in silence for a few mintues. Syaoran knew that this strange girl kept glancing at him. But he was used to it.
"May I ask you a question?" Sakura asked, almost timidly.
"Sure." Syaoran smiled a little again.
"Did they...Did they ask you, because... ..." she broke off, unable to say it.
"Because I'm from the lower elements of the city?" he asked, turning slightly to look at her. She nodded. "Yeah. And, in a way, I agree. I mean, theres nothing worth living for down here, anymore."
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A/N: This is only the beginning, and I know I have other fics to finish, but I found this along with 'Heritage' (my TeenTitens fic) that I wrote years ago. I wanted to see how it is. Flames are welcome, and pleanty of reviews are appreciated. Thankyou!
