Me: this is my 2nd attempt at a CCS fanfic. i hope it's good. as is proceded, i have no ownership over the characters or story of CCS nor will i anytime soon.

Sakura: and on that note, here's chapter 1. hope you like it!

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A Fallen Angel

Chapter 1

Bloody Angel

"Damn him. Why does he have to take things out on me when something goes wrong…?!" 21 year old Syaoran Li muttered under his breath. He was walking home from his third part-time job, and his nerves were crumbling. All he wanted to do now was eat a sandwich and fall asleep. Or something to that degree…he thought. He sighed. He had gotten out of high school with his best friend, Eriol Hiragizawa, not but two years ago. He had decided to start working, while Eriol had gone on to college. They still lived together though. But Syaoran had to uphold three part-time jobs to keep them living in the same apartment. So as a result, he and Eriol hardly talked at all. Somehow, Syaoran got the feeling that they were growing apart because they hardly talked now. And this frightened him some, as he didn't have many other friends besides Eriol and Eriol's girlfriend, Tomoyo.

"I really hope she doesn't come over tonight," he whispered to himself, "I can't ever sleep when she's over…"

He was getting close to where his apartment was when he heard a woman's scream pierce the air. He jumped and looked around. The shrill sound had come from an alley way on his right. He hesitated before going, but went anyway, as he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if whoever screamed wasn't saved. And he wanted to sleep sometime that night.

He ran a little further ways, when he collided with another body. It was too dark to tell what the person looked like, but from what it had felt like when he and the person had impacted, the person was female. He grabbed the person's arm to keep them both from falling over. He took out a pocket flash light he had in his pocket, and flicked it on.

It was indeed a girl that had run into him. A girl around the age of sixteen or seventeen with brown hair and emerald eyes. She was bleeding from several cuts on her body, the most shallow cut was on her forehead, which was still bleeding to no end. She is quite a sight. he thought.

She began to struggle, trying to break free of Syaoran's grip. "Hey--!" He was cut off by a shout from behind them. The girl froze, her eyes widening in terror. Syaoran glanced at her, then at the darkness ahead of them. He groaned internally. Why me?!

"Come on!" he said before dragging the terrified girl over to a stack of boxes. He pushed the girl behind the boxes and crouched down next to her. She was shivering violently. Syaoran wrapped the girl in his arms, trying to get her to calm down. It wasn't helping much, but he couldn't do much more at the present moment.

A large man came in to sight. He reminded Syaoran of that giant sailor guy from Popeye (except without the sailor suit). The thug walked past the stack of boxes looking around. Syaoran spotted a beer bottle on the other side of the alley. "Stay here," he commanded the girl in a whisper. She looked at him with uncertain eyes, but nodded her head.

Syaoran slunk across the alley as quietly as he could, staying to the shadows to the best of his ability. The thug turned around, and Syaoran froze. The large man strode over to the stack of boxes. "There ya are, ya lidl' vixen!" he said menacingly. Syaoran's breath hitched. He sprinted over to the abandoned beer bottle, grabbed it, and ran behind the thug. He smashed the bottle over the sailor-looking thug's head with a triumphant smile.

The guy turned around; Syaoran's grin vanished. "Shit," he whispered. "You were supposed to fall over…" he added sheepishly. Sailor merely narrowed his eyes and kicked Syaoran in the gut.

"Tha's wha ya get when ya iner'fere wid my business!" Sailor spat. "Now girlie…"

Syaoran groaned and clutched at his stomach. He looked back at the girl. Her eyes were glazed over in fear; something in her eyes told Syaoran that she knew her life was almost over. Something in Syaoran clicked at that moment. He looked around the alley one more time and spotted his new weapon. Near the boxes was a crow bar. Perfect! He looked back at the girl. Just hold on…

He ran over to the crow bar and grabbed it. He let his instincts take over at that moment; he jumped up onto one of the boxes. He took a second to aim and jumped toward the sailor guy. He brought the crow bar down heavily upon Sailor's head. And that was that.

Sailor dropped the brunette girl, and fell onto his side, his eyes glazed over. Maybe the crow bar was too much… Syaoran thought, panting. He looked back to the girl. She was staring up at him with fear and wonder in her eyes. He turned toward her fully; she shrunk back further into the wall. I just saved her life! Why's she…?! He looked at her closer and noticed her eyes were on the crow bar, not him. …Oh…right. Syaoran threw away the crow bar. Now her eyes rested on him and only on him.

He approached her slowly, so as not to scare her. She watched him with wary eyes, but didn't try to move away. "Are you alright?" he asked her. She nodded slowly. "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm mentally stable, if that's what you're asking," she said in a low voice.

He blinked. The girl's aura had completely changed. It seemed darker than it had a minute ago. She looked at him with cold, untrusting eyes. "…well, okay then. But that was only half of what I was asking…" he said.

"Do I loo--"

Her eyes glazed over, and she collapsed on top of Syaoran. "Wha-? Hey! Hey! " But she was already unconscious. Syaoran growled. "Damn it!"

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Eriol was about to grab something out of the fridge, when he heard the door slam open and shut. "That you, Shao?" he called behind him.

"Yeah," came the response.

Eriol grabbed a packet of chamomile tea for his (from the sound of his voice) exhausted friend and a soda for himself. He put the kettle on to boil and went into the small living area shared by him and Syaoran. He blinked when he saw Syaoran sitting on the floor in front of the couch instead of collapsed on top of it like he normally was. He went over to his friend. And dropped his not-yet-open soda can onto the ground at the sight in front of him.

There, laying on his couch, was a bloodied, bruised, and unconscious girl. There were several deep cuts on her arms and her shirt was stained crimson. She didn't appear to bruised though, but he brushed that thought aside. "Wha-what the hell did you do?!" Eriol cried out in shock.

"Nothing! I heard her scream, and I found this other guy about to rape her. I managed to knock him out and I brought her here," Syaoran told his dark haired friend.

"And you expect me to believe that?!" Eriol retorted.

"Think about it, Eriol. If I had wanted to kill her, would I bring her here…?"

"Well…I don't know! Maybe!" But Eriol saw the logic in the other boy's words.

"Just the get the damned first aid kit, Eriol."

Eriol just nodded dumbly. He grabbed the kit out from the counter under the sink, and the phone in the process. He began to dial his girlfriend's number when he gave the first aid kit to Syaoran. He gave the run down of what was happening, ignoring Syaoran's dumbstruck expression, and asked her to come over right away. She told him she'd be there in a few minutes and they hung up.

"What the hell, Eriol?! This isn't any time to be talking to your girlfriend!" Syaoran yelled, as soon as he got over his cat-got-tongue syndrome.

"Well, I know how much of a virgin you are, and this girl's clearly got cuts under her shirt. And I'm sure you'd spill to Tomoyo that I was cleaning the torso of another woman. And thanks but no thanks, I'd rather not have to deal with a pissed off Tomoyo."

"Kiss up…" Syaoran muttered. Eriol merely shrugged. The two of them began to clean the girls wound when the was a knock at the door. Eriol got up to get the door for his girlfriend, while Syaoran just rolled his eyes and continued to clean the girl's wounds. As more and more blood was rid of her person, he saw that she was actually very pretty, with porcelain skin and short, brown hair with honey colored highlights that framed her face quite nicely.

But Syaoran couldn't get her eyes out of his mind. Deep emerald orbs filled with distrust and hate. Hate directed at him. He shivered at the memory. He didn't ever think a person would- could have that much hatred flowing in their blood.

After about 30 minutes, Syaoran and his friends had cleaned off all of the girls showing wounds, and then Tomoyo shoved him and Eriol out of the living room. The two of them refilled the kettle (all the water that had been in it had evaporated). They filled three mugs of chamomile, when Tomoyo called for them to come in to the living room. They rushed in. Well, to be more precise, Syaoran rushed in to the living room; Eriol was covering the mugs so they could settle.

"What's wrong Tomoy--" Syaoran broke off, his face going bright red. His eyes fell directly on the brunette girl's exposed torso.

Eriol came up from behind Syaoran. Seeing his friends blush, Eriol came and whacked the back of Syaoran's head, saying, "Jeez. Shao, if you have a problem, then don't look!" Syaoran pouted but didn't say anything. "Now, what is the problem Tomoyo?"

It was only then that both boys noticed that the mysterious girl's eyes were open and staring warily at them. Despite himself, Syaoran couldn't help but feel mesmerized by her emerald iris'- now that they weren't filled with animosity, anyway.

"Good evening, young lady," Eriol said politely. The said 'young lady' looked directly at Eriol, focusing her mesmerizing gaze on him instead. Syaoran blinked. He felt as though he had just been released from a spell of some sort. Eriol closed his eyes, as he saw what effect the girl's eyes had had on his friend, but smiled at the girl. "Would you do us the honor of telling us your name?"

She said nothing for a moment, only stared at Eriol. Finally she answered, "It's Sakura. Sakura Kinomoto."

"Well then, Sakura-san, why don't you rest for a little while longer. Your body needs time to heal, if what Shao told me earlier was true."

She continued to fix Eriol with her unrelenting stare. Finally, she muttered something unintelligible, and passed out on the couch once more.

It took about another hour before they had finally finished bandaging Sakura up. By this time it was past one o'clock in the morning, so Tomoyo decided to spend the night over, much to Syaoran's dismay.

"I'll just sleep out here. I've known you two to stay up pretty late whenever Daidouji's over, Eriol."

The both of them shrugged and went into Eriol's room. Yeah, I guess I'll just stay out here, seeing as my room is directly across from Eriol's… Syaoran thought. The amber eyed boy got up slowly and turned off the lights. He then went to sit in recliner that was next to the couch. He glanced over at the girl one last time. The last thing (and he never figured out if this was a dream or not) Syaoran noted before he drifted off was the ethereal shine coming off the sleeping Sakura.

Almost as though she were glowing.

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Me: ooohhhh...yeah. well, there's my first chapter. i probably won't update (for anyone who cares) for at least a few days. i have anoth fanfic that i need to finish first. but it's almost done, so i won't be too long for the next chapter.

Sakura: and that's always good news right?

Syaoran: sure... but until a certain lazy ass updates, you readers need to review.

Me: that's true. after all, "HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY NEW CHAPTERS IF YOU DON'T REVIEW?!" ...or something like that.

Eriol: if you're done making vauge referances, Emilinia. We'll see you later!