Inspired by the Maroon 5 song She will be loved. This fic is NOT a Fai/Sakura fic wakaru? this is just capter numero uno. Syoran, and Kurogane will make appearences later on.

She Will. Chapter one.

The rain poured down as Fai clutched his coffee, shivering. Pulling an old blue blanket off the sofa, he stood in front of the window watching the rain beat down, almost bouncing off the sidewalk.

Fai was glad to have his apartment, however small it was. He truly pitied anyone caught out during this one……

He made to close the frayed curtains when something down on the fire escape caught his eye.

Or rather, someone.

There stood A girl of about fourteen pressed up against the door for all she was worth, looking frantically around for a shelter. Rain drops pelted her from every possible angle as she tried in vain to shield her face from the storm.

"Karma is so laughing at me," muttered Fai as he slapped on his best 'nice guy' smile and cranked open the old door.

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Sakura couldn't stop shivering as she pressed herself against the door. Closing her eyes she fervently prayed that someone, anyone, would come by. She guessed she should've realized sooner that leaving was the best option. But she still clung to the grimy brown stone as if it were a life raft. How was it that she'd become so desperate?

Suddenly, a light flickered briefly against the dark before being snuffed out. The hope that flared inside her was snuffed out as quickly as the light. A clap of thunder sounded, making her jump a foot into the air. If someone would just let her in!

Sakura looked up questioningly. Had… the rain stopped?

She whirled around to find a lanky blond man standing behind her, holding a plastic umbrella aloft.

Her mouth worked furiously to find words, but nothing would come out.

The man smiled gently

"Hello. My name is Fai…"

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Sitting on a rickety wooden stool in Fai's shabby loft , Sakura clutched the steaming mug of hot chocolate to her as Fai rifled through the closet looking for dry clothes. The loft really wasn't so bad she decided. She could have done a lot worse. Ending up with some whacko child-grabber…….

There was aloud thump from the closet and a long string of swearwords as Fai was covered in an avalanche of towels.

Sakura almost laughed. Almost. How could she not help but trust him?

"Fai-san?" a shaggy blonde head popped out of the mess of towels.

"Yes?"

"What do you do for a living?"

This appeared to stump him for a second. "Hmmm… what do I do?"

"you don't know?!" "Well I do everything I guess. Sometimes I'm a writer, sometimes I'm a teacher, but most times I'm a musician. "

He looked pleased with the answer, grinning inanely. But then caught her eye and looked at her curiously, the dumb grin vanishing.

"and what is a fourteen year old girl doing trapped in a rainstorm outside strange men's apartments?"

Sakura squirmed in the chair uncomfortably. "well… I'm not fourteen for a start…"

Fai raised one eyebrow quizzically. "Coulda' fooled me."

Sakura was having a vicious internal argument. Tell! Don't tell! Tell! Don't tell! Fai crinkles he nose funny when he smiles….

That cinched it.

"I'm eighteen. My name is Sakura Kimimoto, I have a dog name Mokona and an older brother who's gay! My hair is naturally this color, and I'm a vegetarian. When I was in fourth grade, Tomoyo broke my mother's video camera and we blamed it on the-

She was cut off as Fai hit the floor laughing.

Sakura had the urge to run up and kick him. All she'd done was trust him!

When he was quite through laughing, he sat up and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his paint-splattered sweatshirt.

"Wait, did you say Kimimoto?"

Sakura froze.

"The Tsubasa model? What the hell are you doing out here!"

Caught. Who knew the hobo would know these things?

Fai leaped out of his comfy pile of towels, swinging his long legs over the battered countertop.

"You ran away didn't you?" the tone of his voice wasn't questioning her, it was telling her. She hung her head.

"This was as far as I could get! I ran out of money, and this was the last stop on the bus, and the driver was this weird pedophile-looking guy with glasses, I couldn't sleep there!"

She paused for a breath.

Fai smiled widely, "You talk too fast" he said twirling around the kitchen.

"You….don't mind? If I stay here?"

"Only If you level with me. I want to know everything about why you ran away!" sang Fai happily.

Sakura shook her head smiling. At least one good thing had come out of a four hour bus trip and stay in the rain: She'd finally found someone who didn't care what her age was, or what she looked like; Something that made her modeling world go round.

Fai opened a chipped wardrobe's contents on the floor, spilling out case after case of musical instruments. He sorted through the mess until he found an old guitar with a long scratch running down the side. Strumming it absentmindedly, he pulled a sheet of music from seemingly nowhere, and began writing. The sound of his pen scratching, the pounding rain, and the lingering smell of cocoa lulled Sakura to sleep.

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Blinking her eyes slowly, Sakura sat up, staring at the sunshine blasting through the window and spreading across the matress that Fai had laid out for her on the floor night before. Stumbling across the hall, she heard singing and a hissing noise coming from what must have been the kitchen, and into a dingy room with little furniture. Turning, she saw Fai in all his checked-apron glory tossing something that looked suspiciously like sugar into a sizzling pot on the stove.

"You're awake!" he cheered, smiling widely. "come help me with this, I'm not sure how to make it!!"

Rolling her eyes, Sakura rolled up her sleeves and began mixing whatever was in the bowl. It certainly did look like a strange jumble of ingrediants, but who was she to judge. She'd never had to do anything for herself before...

"So...Sakura-chan. What are we going to now eh? everybody will be looking for you. Your parents must be worried sick!"

"I moved out when I became a model." Sakura sniffed haughtily. But Fai had had too much expirience with people not to notice how her hands were shaking, or the glances she would throw in the direction of the windows as if she was waiting for someone to bust in and demmand her return.

'scared. I'm betting this is the first time she's acted out on her own. And from those glances..' he pushed the bowl away from him, 'it probably has to do with a guy.'

"Look." said Fai, getting right in her face. "I'll help you stay here, away from whoever is chasing you. but you need to confide in me. I need your trust."

Staring straight into his blue eyes, she did something that she hadn't done for awhile. She believed him.

besides, what could a flake like Fai possibly be hiding?