"What do you mean I need a protector?!" Syaoran's fist landed harshly on
the table. "I can take care of myself!"
Seifa managed to compress a sigh as she tried again. "I know you can, but you need someone. You can't take the Tigresses alone."
"You mean you think I'm weak?!"
"No! I don't think you're weak! I just think you need more protection! More assurance of your safety!"
"But my martial arts skills are fine! I've -only- been training my entire life-"
"You haven't been training for a while now." Seifa pointed out.
"So? At least I can defend myself!"
"Have you seen those girls?!" Seifa countered. "They are the strongest fighting gang in all of China! And they are after you! "
"It wasn't my fault!"
"Does that matter now?"
Syaoran slumped in his chair. Ever since Yelan, Fanren, and Fuutie died, Seifa and Feimei had become overprotective over their younger brother.
"Feimei will be returning tomorrow from Japan with your bodyguard. She will be with you at all times, and will go wherever you go."
Syaoran froze. "SHE?!"
~~~~~*~~~~~
"So..." Feimei uncomfortably averted her eyes to the side. "Were you born here in Japan?" She eyed the young lady who didn't even give her a second glance. Her auburn hair was tied crudely, cascading down her back, and her poise was drawn.
"Yes."
Feimei shifted her position. The girl had only given her one worded answers the whole plane trip here. It was really unnerving.
"In Tokyo?"
"No."
"Then where?"
"Tomeada."
This is hard.
Feimei managed to hold in another exasperated sigh. "Is that a small town?"
"Yes."
She began to play with her handbag strap. Only one more hour to go.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Syaoran paced his room. "Am I really that weak?"
He picked up a board in the corner, set it up on a stand, and stretched.
Am I weak?
He winced as shots of pain went up his thigh. He hadn't stretched in a while. Heck he hadn't trained in a while.
"Stupid job." He managed to mutter as his eye twitched. His back really needed a massage.
He did a few quick running-in-place steps, breathing out of his nose, and leaned back for momentum.
Giving a loud shout, he turned, before aiming his hand in the center of the board, crashing it to the floor.
Crouching on his knees, he examined the pieces.
They were uneven.
His accuracy wasn't so accurate anymore.
He sighed and reached for another board.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Seifa groaned as she heard another yell from upstairs.
Slamming her book shut, she approached the stairs.
"Do you -have- to train at the middle of the night Syaoran?!"
She was only answered by a bellow of sheer anger, as another crash was heard.
She sighed, took some ear plugs from the cupboard, and presumed reading.
~~~~~*~~~~~
"Well, here we are. This is what we call home."
Feimei glanced at the girl, just to see her reaction. She was only met with an unreadable gaze, as her eyes traveled up the huge mansion, the intricate linings on the pillars and walls, and the pathway on the side that led to the rich and luscious garden. No reaction whatsoever.
Feimei moved a bag to her other hand, and knocked.
It was opened by a servant who immediately bowed upon seeing Feimei and her companion.
"Feimei! You're back!" The servant's huge eyes lit up as she bowed again before running up the stairs to alert Seifa.
"You can set your bags here." Feimei gestured as the girl stiffly put the bags down.
Pounding of feet were heard. "Feimei! Hey!"
Seifa held onto the banister. "And you must be Sakura Kinomoto. Welcome to our home."
Sakura bowed, and stood to the side.
"Come, sit down!" Seifa patted the plush couch before turning around and calling out, "Syaoran! She's here!"
Something along the lines of, "But do I really need one?!" Was heard, before stomping rang throughout the mansion.
*
Syaoran clomped down the stairs. He was not a very happy young man. The training and lack of sleep had left him in a not-so-good mood.
"I mean, if I start training up again, and work harder, I'm sure that I could defend myself from those cheating, vile, ugly Tigresses-"
He stopped short. His eyes traveled up and down the woman who stared back intently.
"Uh, hello." He managed to sputter out, as he slowly sat himself down in a chair.
"Hello."
He raked his hand through his hair. Her eyes were really making him uncomfortable. Green-, no, wait. Emerald eyes were very rare in these parts. But hers were piercing, and didn't give anything away. It made him want to know her more.
"I'm Syaoran."
"Sakura."
Feimei smiled. At least he was talking to her.
She turned her head. "Um, I'll go get some bread and tea, and then we can talk about payments and hours. Is that alright?"
Syaoran nodded and gulped as Feimei got up and headed for the kitchen.
Seifa tried to start a conversation. "So where did you come from Sakura?"
"Tomeada."
"Oh? Do you have relatives or friends there? Your parents perhaps?"
Something flashed as Sakura moved her gaze to Seifa. "I have no friends and family."
Seifa gave a short, nervous laugh. "What do you mean? Of course everyone has a family, then how were you born and raised-"
"Mine are dead."
It was silent. Syaoran coughed and cleared his throat.
A clatter of plates were heard. "Here we are! I hope you like sugar in your tea Sakura, I forgot to ask!" Feimei's voice shattered the silence as she gave a plastic, if not cheerful smile.
"It's fine."
Feimei began to pass out the tea in cups that were obviously pricy. She grabbed one herself and began to sip.
"So you've agrees to stay for a year minimum Sakura? Is that what we agreed on over the phone?"
"Yes."
Feimei's voice switched to protectiveness. "You are to follow Syaoran wherever he goes. Stand outside the door when he goes to the restroom. Watch his back, and pick up anything that hint that the Tigresses are after him"
"Okay."
"And if he causes any problems for you, tell me right away, and we'll figure something out."
Syaoran rolled his eyes.
Feimei pushed a paper towards Sakura. "You just have to sign this to make it official, and you are now bound to us, for a span of one year."
"Okay."
Seifa and Feimei got up together. "It begins today, June 14, and ends precisely one year from now."
Sakura got up and bowed. "If you would excuse me, I will go to my own quarters now."
Syaoran raised his hand. "Me too."
Feimei smiled. "Mindy here will take you to your room Sakura. It's across from Syaoran's and I'm sure you will be comfortable."
Sakura bowed again and followed the girl, whose huge cerulean eyes looked up at her. "I love your eyes." She whispered, staring at Sakura's orbs, which brightened, then softened.
She actually gave a little smile, brightening her plain features a hundred fold, and said softly, "I love yours more."
Mindy gave a brilliant smile, and grabbed her hand. "Your room is right this way!"
Sakura reached out and touched Mindy's long, wavy, dark tresses.
"So much like Tomoyo's..." She murmured as she was pulled along with Syaoran following close behind.
"Tomoyo?" Syaoran mumbled. "Isn't she Eriol's worker or something?" He stared at the back of Sakura's head, suddenly having an urge to reach out and caress her long hair.
Sakura seemed to sense someone staring at her, and she turned quickly, her hair flying to the side as her body automatically shifted to a stance.
"Uh..." Syaoran gulped. She could tell if he was staring at her? Did she have eyes on the back of her head?
She relaxed when she met Syaoran's eyes, and turned around, silently walking through the halls.
'Is she wearing some kind of special footwear to make her so silent?' Syaoran wondered, now staring at her feet which seemed to glide. He felt her tense again.
'Okay, now she's scaring me. How does she know I'm looking at her?' He finally settled on looking at the walls, smiling a little when he passed his mother's portrait. She looked so elegant. Her regal head was held up by a hemmed collar; her hair brushed up and pinned with an old clip that had been in their family for years.
Syaoran's smile fell. She had died with the clip on, and he didn't have the heart to take it off when he found her on the floor with his two other sisters.
His brow furrowed. Why was he thinking about this now? 8 months. Not even a year yet.
His steps quickened as he rushed to catch up with the fast paced Sakura and Mindy.
Some things, he just had to wait for time to heal.
~~~~~*~~~~~
:_: Oiiiii~ Sore throats, body aches, and painful coughs don't help anything at all. T.T It's miserable!! Miserable I tell you!
And I know...I made Sakura really angst and it's a major OCC thang. But you'll see why...xD xD Heheheheh~
Wait, actually, you know why! :_: Poor Sakura...I always torture her one way or another in my fics...Sorry! ^_^
Seifa managed to compress a sigh as she tried again. "I know you can, but you need someone. You can't take the Tigresses alone."
"You mean you think I'm weak?!"
"No! I don't think you're weak! I just think you need more protection! More assurance of your safety!"
"But my martial arts skills are fine! I've -only- been training my entire life-"
"You haven't been training for a while now." Seifa pointed out.
"So? At least I can defend myself!"
"Have you seen those girls?!" Seifa countered. "They are the strongest fighting gang in all of China! And they are after you! "
"It wasn't my fault!"
"Does that matter now?"
Syaoran slumped in his chair. Ever since Yelan, Fanren, and Fuutie died, Seifa and Feimei had become overprotective over their younger brother.
"Feimei will be returning tomorrow from Japan with your bodyguard. She will be with you at all times, and will go wherever you go."
Syaoran froze. "SHE?!"
~~~~~*~~~~~
"So..." Feimei uncomfortably averted her eyes to the side. "Were you born here in Japan?" She eyed the young lady who didn't even give her a second glance. Her auburn hair was tied crudely, cascading down her back, and her poise was drawn.
"Yes."
Feimei shifted her position. The girl had only given her one worded answers the whole plane trip here. It was really unnerving.
"In Tokyo?"
"No."
"Then where?"
"Tomeada."
This is hard.
Feimei managed to hold in another exasperated sigh. "Is that a small town?"
"Yes."
She began to play with her handbag strap. Only one more hour to go.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Syaoran paced his room. "Am I really that weak?"
He picked up a board in the corner, set it up on a stand, and stretched.
Am I weak?
He winced as shots of pain went up his thigh. He hadn't stretched in a while. Heck he hadn't trained in a while.
"Stupid job." He managed to mutter as his eye twitched. His back really needed a massage.
He did a few quick running-in-place steps, breathing out of his nose, and leaned back for momentum.
Giving a loud shout, he turned, before aiming his hand in the center of the board, crashing it to the floor.
Crouching on his knees, he examined the pieces.
They were uneven.
His accuracy wasn't so accurate anymore.
He sighed and reached for another board.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Seifa groaned as she heard another yell from upstairs.
Slamming her book shut, she approached the stairs.
"Do you -have- to train at the middle of the night Syaoran?!"
She was only answered by a bellow of sheer anger, as another crash was heard.
She sighed, took some ear plugs from the cupboard, and presumed reading.
~~~~~*~~~~~
"Well, here we are. This is what we call home."
Feimei glanced at the girl, just to see her reaction. She was only met with an unreadable gaze, as her eyes traveled up the huge mansion, the intricate linings on the pillars and walls, and the pathway on the side that led to the rich and luscious garden. No reaction whatsoever.
Feimei moved a bag to her other hand, and knocked.
It was opened by a servant who immediately bowed upon seeing Feimei and her companion.
"Feimei! You're back!" The servant's huge eyes lit up as she bowed again before running up the stairs to alert Seifa.
"You can set your bags here." Feimei gestured as the girl stiffly put the bags down.
Pounding of feet were heard. "Feimei! Hey!"
Seifa held onto the banister. "And you must be Sakura Kinomoto. Welcome to our home."
Sakura bowed, and stood to the side.
"Come, sit down!" Seifa patted the plush couch before turning around and calling out, "Syaoran! She's here!"
Something along the lines of, "But do I really need one?!" Was heard, before stomping rang throughout the mansion.
*
Syaoran clomped down the stairs. He was not a very happy young man. The training and lack of sleep had left him in a not-so-good mood.
"I mean, if I start training up again, and work harder, I'm sure that I could defend myself from those cheating, vile, ugly Tigresses-"
He stopped short. His eyes traveled up and down the woman who stared back intently.
"Uh, hello." He managed to sputter out, as he slowly sat himself down in a chair.
"Hello."
He raked his hand through his hair. Her eyes were really making him uncomfortable. Green-, no, wait. Emerald eyes were very rare in these parts. But hers were piercing, and didn't give anything away. It made him want to know her more.
"I'm Syaoran."
"Sakura."
Feimei smiled. At least he was talking to her.
She turned her head. "Um, I'll go get some bread and tea, and then we can talk about payments and hours. Is that alright?"
Syaoran nodded and gulped as Feimei got up and headed for the kitchen.
Seifa tried to start a conversation. "So where did you come from Sakura?"
"Tomeada."
"Oh? Do you have relatives or friends there? Your parents perhaps?"
Something flashed as Sakura moved her gaze to Seifa. "I have no friends and family."
Seifa gave a short, nervous laugh. "What do you mean? Of course everyone has a family, then how were you born and raised-"
"Mine are dead."
It was silent. Syaoran coughed and cleared his throat.
A clatter of plates were heard. "Here we are! I hope you like sugar in your tea Sakura, I forgot to ask!" Feimei's voice shattered the silence as she gave a plastic, if not cheerful smile.
"It's fine."
Feimei began to pass out the tea in cups that were obviously pricy. She grabbed one herself and began to sip.
"So you've agrees to stay for a year minimum Sakura? Is that what we agreed on over the phone?"
"Yes."
Feimei's voice switched to protectiveness. "You are to follow Syaoran wherever he goes. Stand outside the door when he goes to the restroom. Watch his back, and pick up anything that hint that the Tigresses are after him"
"Okay."
"And if he causes any problems for you, tell me right away, and we'll figure something out."
Syaoran rolled his eyes.
Feimei pushed a paper towards Sakura. "You just have to sign this to make it official, and you are now bound to us, for a span of one year."
"Okay."
Seifa and Feimei got up together. "It begins today, June 14, and ends precisely one year from now."
Sakura got up and bowed. "If you would excuse me, I will go to my own quarters now."
Syaoran raised his hand. "Me too."
Feimei smiled. "Mindy here will take you to your room Sakura. It's across from Syaoran's and I'm sure you will be comfortable."
Sakura bowed again and followed the girl, whose huge cerulean eyes looked up at her. "I love your eyes." She whispered, staring at Sakura's orbs, which brightened, then softened.
She actually gave a little smile, brightening her plain features a hundred fold, and said softly, "I love yours more."
Mindy gave a brilliant smile, and grabbed her hand. "Your room is right this way!"
Sakura reached out and touched Mindy's long, wavy, dark tresses.
"So much like Tomoyo's..." She murmured as she was pulled along with Syaoran following close behind.
"Tomoyo?" Syaoran mumbled. "Isn't she Eriol's worker or something?" He stared at the back of Sakura's head, suddenly having an urge to reach out and caress her long hair.
Sakura seemed to sense someone staring at her, and she turned quickly, her hair flying to the side as her body automatically shifted to a stance.
"Uh..." Syaoran gulped. She could tell if he was staring at her? Did she have eyes on the back of her head?
She relaxed when she met Syaoran's eyes, and turned around, silently walking through the halls.
'Is she wearing some kind of special footwear to make her so silent?' Syaoran wondered, now staring at her feet which seemed to glide. He felt her tense again.
'Okay, now she's scaring me. How does she know I'm looking at her?' He finally settled on looking at the walls, smiling a little when he passed his mother's portrait. She looked so elegant. Her regal head was held up by a hemmed collar; her hair brushed up and pinned with an old clip that had been in their family for years.
Syaoran's smile fell. She had died with the clip on, and he didn't have the heart to take it off when he found her on the floor with his two other sisters.
His brow furrowed. Why was he thinking about this now? 8 months. Not even a year yet.
His steps quickened as he rushed to catch up with the fast paced Sakura and Mindy.
Some things, he just had to wait for time to heal.
~~~~~*~~~~~
:_: Oiiiii~ Sore throats, body aches, and painful coughs don't help anything at all. T.T It's miserable!! Miserable I tell you!
And I know...I made Sakura really angst and it's a major OCC thang. But you'll see why...xD xD Heheheheh~
Wait, actually, you know why! :_: Poor Sakura...I always torture her one way or another in my fics...Sorry! ^_^