A/N: Well, hey everyone! 'tis be Chilo. A quick apology for those who have put me on author's alert to learn that this isn't a Chrono Crusade story, but I have mentioned earlier that Chrono Crusade isn't that big for me. I've nearly run out of muse for it, but my love for the anime will never die. Anywho, I'm going to start on a Card Captor Sakura story. I'm really trying to get some originality into this, so please tell me how I'm doing. So, this takes place in an alternative universe. Sorry if some of the facts are a little awkward, something doesn't make sense, or if there's any misspellings.
Just to be on the safe side, I rated this fic for violence and later chapters.
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP, not me.
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Chapter I
War
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Blistering bustles of gunshots sounded in a rhythmic cord in the distance. The rumbling of the earth wasn't uncommon. Footsteps echoed in the atmosphere with an exhausted pace, often sloppily trotting over the mud underfoot. Small fires blazed in corners, slowly growing and eating everything around each individual spark, leaving black death behind them. Blood soaked the floors, lifeless bodies spreading out among the horrid, trampled dirt. Movement was only seen in the shadows, shells from all sorts of rifles scattered on the floor. No one dared take a step into the open. Trapped, for this battle.
A result of an attack gone bad for one side, yet good for another.
But, one couldn't say it was going entirely out of plan.
They were protecting their leaders, an honorable thing to do. Those higher-up were to escape with their valuable information. They were to die for their country, yet were serving it the fullest they can. Suicidal soldiers sure to earn a great name for their families, even if they lay dead on the cold floor. To imagine they were wasting their lives for a war that could have been prevented. A war that had no use. No real purpose. It was said that as long as there were humans, there'd be war. How very true that statement was.
Amber pools carefully inspected his surroundings. Three marksmen, a recon unit in standby, and the order for open fire.
These obstacles were in the way of his mission objective. This would definitely not do.
He had already passed two different stages of battles. He was standing at the heart of it all. The entire reason this battle had been started.
You can't always trust what you hear, even if it is from a close ally. Japanese turning on Japanese. Was there really a reason for it? A solid, understandable viewpoint that caused this blood-drenched battle? He grunted in frustration, but kept a steady vibe.
He spectated the unit just about ten and a half yards from him. Their attitude, despite their fate, was that of confidence and strength. As they turned their cover to take fire, he didn't need a second glance back at them. He focused on crossing the way, hiding himself beneath the shadows casted by the falling sun. The close shots sent a boost of adrenaline through him. How he longed for that fiery sensation.
Just a few mind-crushing heartbeats later, he had crossed the clearing unseen. He smashed his back into the jagged wooden wall behind him, clenching onto his dagger hilt. The agent's breath quickened. Now wasn't the time. He regained composure, carefully moving his boots parallel to the dampened flooring. A dim lighting lit his path. He was flanked by two walls, both towering upwards in a static manner. An up-tight beep sounded from his ear piece. He had arrived at the approximate longitude and latitude point for his mission objective. The dim light radiating from the room cloaked over as figures shuffled inside. Then, after a minute's wait, life seemed no more. Hastily, he located an opening; a shackled door, trash piling around the entrance. He carefully traced his gloved fingers down the door's rough metal. He pulled his multi-tool from his utility belt, carefully carving it along the very crack of the door. Then, a light snip told him he'd caught the wire. Rigged doors didn't work for him.
Cautiously, the door rolled open on its hinges. He, indeed, spotted a charge nearby. The charge that would have gone off, had he not been careful. With inaudible steps, he advanced in the shadows. A hallway stretched before him. A single door frame stood cracked, just near where he was crouching. It's ray of light poured out of the entrance. Before he was able to take step closer, clumsy, rushed footsteps bursted behind him. He flexed his elbow, throwing back his gripped knife behind him—almost blindly. The man who'd seen him was taken by surprise.
"Kuso!"
The chocolate-locked man attempted to execute a quick jab to the neck pressure point. His fighter was much more witted then that, though. The Japanese soldier immediately placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping his hand from reaching its target. With skill, the agent bounded away from his grasp, throwing his knife up into a defensive position as his fighter readied his gun butt. He stepped back, kicking the other man square in his abdominal, knocking him to the wall. As he went for a swift finish, the soldier ducked out of the way of his knife point, shouldering him in his own gut while swiping his leg out to catch him off balance. He side-stepped it, meeting an arm to his neck as he slid into the soldier's trap, yet his own as well.
Amber eyes met black for a split second. The Japanese man thrusted his AR-15's butt into his side, for it was too long to point directly at the lurker in this small space. He countered with a quick pivot; an elbow to the face. Just as the black-eyed man's grip loosened, an unexpected shot sounded. There was a moment of halted breathing before the soldier slid down to his knees, falling to the floor with an unlively thud. The amber-eyed man watched the man slid down, emotionless. He snapped out his Glock 26, automatically pointing it down the remainder of the hall. He definitely wasn't prepared for the sight he had witnessed.
A womanly figure, perhaps a little more than a foot shorter than him, stood secure and firm, an M9 in her clutches. Hard emerald eyes seemed to stare straight through him. Auburn tresses rolled down her face, stopping at her shoulders. Though her enter presence was utterly life-threatening, the agent found himself engulfed in her being. Didn't he find no other pleasure then seeing a gun pointed at him by a beautiful mistress? He raised a single chocolate-tinted brow, amused at the sight. Her emerald pools became slits. He dropped his gun, smirking deviously.
"Thank you for the help, but it was quite unnecessary ." He spoke his native language, Chinese. As canny as he sounded, he couldn't hide the bemusement in his tone.
She didn't seem to take very kindly to his actions. "I'm just here for my objective. Don't think I did you a favor or anything, Chinese filth." She spat. His smirk slowly faded. Japanese. He'd know the language anywhere. And she wasn't speaking to him very fondly. She kept her gunpoint faced at him as she approached. He straightened his back. The auburn haired woman sighed as she noticed their height difference. She pushed past him, focused on not touching him.
"You know, there's a few guys wandering around in h—"
"I know. I already killed them." She interrupted as thought it was an everyday thing, pushing open the door. He watched her curiously from the doorway. She reached for something in a broken-down piece of furniture, searching through a pile of messy papers. She picked out a folder, seeming satisfied with she found.
"Your mission objective?" He inquired, refusing to speak her own language. She peered at him dully, almost annoyed.
"Unless your mission is to pick conversations with enemies, I suggest you leave here as fast as you can before someone comes along, and I tell them you were responsible for the bodies lying around in the other room. They don't take kindly to the Chinese, and I'm sure they'd be more than willing to listen to what I have to say." She made a good point. Who they were dealing with were, in fact, Japanese, her own kind.
Yet he wanted to ask the very question that was pondering him endlessly.
"I assure you I don't fight like that all the time. He was merely a play toy." Neither refused to stop speaking their original language.
"I guess if you're not dead yet, that may be true." She replied, almost softly as she made her way back to the door again, shouldering past him this time.
His words stuck in his throat.
She was walking away.
And he let her walk.
He growled under his breath, returning back to the main room where he had entered. He turned the corner, finding a side door to enter another room. There, indeed, was several bodies piled disrespectfully at the side of the room. He kicked over the bodies, face-up. The blood that covered them didn't faze him. Yet, it was such an ugly thing to think that she was responsible for this. War seemed to affect more and more, pulling others into battle.
He located the orders, in the form of a small sheet of paper. He flipped it open, inspected the contents. Confirmation to allow the next batch of Japanese troops to move forth. Without these orders, the next line of soldiers and their commanders under them won't know what to do. Before, he'd been assigned to take care of their communication, which he'd succeeded in destroying. They had no way to directly receive orders, thus bringing a more simple method. And one very easy to intercept. His superior had quite the mind.
Quickly, he shut off the lights in the room prior to the one he was at. The entire place darkened immensely. The sun had fully set outside, allowing the black to fill his vision. This blindness that overcame him seemed to greet him finely.
It was going to be an easy escape.
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A/N: And there we go! :D I'm really liking how this is turning out, and I can't wait to get deeper into it. Syaoran (cause no duh its him) might be a little hard to understand right now, but it'll turn up in later chapters what's up with him. It's very fun writing for him, so you'll just have to figure out what's up, huh? And sorry for the length, I just wanted to get it straight to the point what's going on here. I promise to make later chapters longer.
War between China and Japan… will it ever happen? You may never know!
Please review!
--Chilo
