"Guardian Angel"

Chaotic was the word that described a person who was in a disorderly state because of complete confusion that they were experiencing. Lost, stranded, and confused. That person being described was me, Kinomoto Sakura. All morning, I had been searching for a job, but it appeared as though not a single soul wanted to acknowledge my existence. It was like I had been cursed by all the gods to cause people to reject my existence because of my hideous appearance—or just my existence in itself.

To be abandoned in such a cruel world was almost unforgivable. How could any god allow an innocent girl to be abandoned in a world like this? There was not a single crime that I had committed to deserve this punishment.

People often ask the question, 'why do bad things happen to innocent people?' There had never been an answer to that dreadful question though, because there was no right answer to it. Bad things happened to innocent people because they were just meant to happen. There was no 'why' or 'how' because they were just meant to happen, as cruel as it sounded.

Thinking about those questions caused the back of my eyes to burn a little. I wasn't as innocent as my attempt to portray myself to be though, so who was I to say what I deserved?

Innocent girls didn't stand outside in front of a strip club, preparing to corrupt their own innocence. I had hardly kissed a guy before and here I was, willing to strip out of my clothes for one. This punishment that had been placed upon me was well-deserved.

Despite the inner turmoil taking place in my head, I still pushed the door to the back entrance of the strip club opened, determined to do this and walked in slowly.

There had to be something I could do to make a living, even if it was this. There was no way that I could run out of luck with this, even though 17-year-olds weren't allowed to be here. As long as a man was involved, it wouldn't be hard to convince him to allow me to do this to myself. I was never one to assume this, but after seeing and hearing so many things, it was almost hard not to believe it.

It took time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness the room possessed while walking further in, slowly. Before running into someone, I stopped in my tracks, realizing what I was getting ready to corrupt.

This couldn't be as bad as most people said it was. I mean, it was the only option that presented itself to me, so that made this right, right? People did this all the time because they had to, not because they wanted to, so this had to be okay for me to do it.

Looking around the dark room, I spotted crimson-red lights in the other rooms and the music was a bit loud, blocking the outside world out. Taking one last glance back at the door made me realize that the place could possibly be closed, considering it was in the afternoon. Strip clubs weren't opened in the day time, assumingly, but the manager had to be there since the back doors were unlocked.

I walked further down the halls, until bumping into a beautiful, tall woman with blonde hair that flowed gracefully down her back in waves, with ocean blue eyes. Her face was packed with makeup, so it was hard to tell how she truly looked. The make-up she had on made her appear very beautiful though. I could feel a blush spread across my entire face when my eyes moved down to her body. She had on close to nothing and her body was beyond beautiful. She had on a black and red, lacy bra and thong that matched. Her skin was slightly tanned and her body appeared glistened by the little light that was presented in the place. My eyes moved down to her feet and almost teared at the black stilettos that she had on her feet because of how painful they looked to wear. They complimented how beautiful and long her legs were though.

"This is no place for a child, sweetheart. How did you get in here?" the beautiful woman asked, looking me up and down.

My mouth opened, ready to defend myself, but nothing came out. Instead, shame washed over me, seeing how beautiful this woman was. It was stupid of me to think I could do something like this. Strippers were supposed to be beautiful and graceful. I was the complete opposite of these kinds of people, so how could I think that I have an opportunity here?

Tears welled in my eyes and my mouth closed after a few seconds of silence passed between us. There was nothing that could be said between the two of us, so I turned around and bolted towards the exit, tears streaming down my face. My legs never stopped, nor did the tears, rolling down my cheeks.

It was insane to even believe that I had almost allowed myself to do such a horrid thing. My father would be so disappointed if he saw me right now. He raised a better daughter than this—not a girl who would even think to throw away all her morals.

Eyes snapping opened, looking around, I noticed that I was in the middle of Tokyo, lost. That was the least of my problems though. The last day to pay rent for my brother's apartment was due tomorrow and I didn't have any great amount of money to give the landlord to stay there any longer.

More hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn't stop the sobs from escaping my mouth this time. I was going to be a homeless person in less than 24 hours.

A tug on my baggy pants snapped me out of it and my sobbing came to a halt. I looked down at the thing that pulled on my baggy pants. Except that thing wasn't a thing. It was a little boy.

He was blurry, considering the tears that were still present in my eyes. Sniffing, I wiped my eyes with the back of my fists to clear my vision. Giving him one of my best smiles, I stooped down to his size, "Are you lost, honey?" I asked gently.

He shook his head and suddenly jumped in my arms, causing me to fall to the ground. I was taken by surprise to feel the little boy hugging me tightly, to the point where I could barely breathe.

"Daddy says that hugging always makes a person feel better," he muffled in my top.

There was nothing to be said, so I did the logical thing, hugged him back.

His grip tightened and I could no longer feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't even remember why I had started crying anymore. The only thing that occupied my mind was the little boy in my arms.

My cheeks warmed while pulling him closer to me, enjoying the warmth that he brought to my heart.

"Are you better, Miss?"

He kept his hold on me and I smiled, nodding my head.

That wasn't a lie, because I didn't even want to release him yet. There was still the small voice in the back of my head telling me that he could disappear and everything else in the world would matter again. With my luck, that was accurately possible. What made me even happier was the fact that he seemed to know that too. So, there we stood, in the middle of Tokyo, embracing each other like there wasn't anything else in the world that existed. It was only a few minutes that passed until he let me go, to my disappointment.

I looked at him and smiled. "Thank you so much, sweetie."

I kissed his cheek lightly and he blushed. A giggle escaped my mouth at his bashful reaction and it was at that moment when I noticed how adorable he was. He had a head full of disheveled hair that hung loosely over his head, and the color was chestnut. He had a beautiful shade of amber eyes. He was one of the most adorable little kid I had ever seen.

I ruffled his hair gently and he pouted, which caused me to smile. "Where is this kind father of yours that you mentioned earlier? I should thank him for his great advice about giving hugs," I said jokingly to him. It was sad to know that I had depart from him, but he needed to get back to his parents before they began to worry. I wanted to snatch him up and run away and keep him for myself, but thought better of it. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to force him into this mess that I call life.

"He's inside the big building here," he pointed to the huge building across from us that I hadn't even noticed. "He's in a meeting with some very special kind of people."

There was no way that it could be normal for people in Tokyo to leave their kids all alone in the city. He couldn't be any older than four-years-old.

"Why are you all out here alone then?" I decided to ask, instead of bashing his father. There had to be an explanation for it.

"Well, I'm not supposed to be…" he said sheepishly, while looking down to the ground guiltily.

I giggled to myself at his adorableness. "You can't just run off on your own, sweetie. You could get hurt."

"I know, but I just needed to escape from Mrs. Tachibana. She's so mean and I loathe being around her."

I couldn't stop the laugh that erupted this time. Did the kid really use the word 'loathe?' I really needed to meet the parents of him.

"Well, you shouldn't sneak off from adults. They'll be worried sick about you. Promise me you'll never do anything like this again."

I held out my pinky for him to take. He seemed to think about it for a while before linking his pinky with mine.

"Okay, I promise. But only because you're a very pretty lady though."

My cheeks began to warm at the compliment from the little boy. I smiled. "Shall we take you inside then?"

He shook his head. "No, let's play out here for a while."

"How about we let Mrs. Tachibana know that you are safe, and then we can play inside."

He seemed to be in deep thought again and I found myself laughing again, seeing his concentrated face.

"You have to promise me that you will stay with me first."

Taking another glance at the building, I realized that I couldn't make that promise with him. The building was very luxurious and I looked…very homely. There was a possibility that I could be sent away, so I couldn't get his hopes up.

"How about this, if I can stay and play with you, then I promise I will stay."

He held up his pinky again to me and smiled. "Deal."

We linked pinkies before I stood up from the ground. He held his hand up for me to take, which I gladly did. Immediately, he took off running towards the building, pulling me with him.

I giggled, trying to keep up with him. "Slow down buddy, we are in no rush."

"We do or Daddy's going to get out of his meeting thingy."

The doors automatically opened and he dragged me inside with him.

I was laughing at his frantic behavior when looking up to see another beautiful, tall woman. Were women here sent on Earth specifically from Heaven?

She had jet-black hair that reached her bum and light-blue eyes. She had the figure of a model, wearing that nice, professionally fitted suit. It was tan and she had on high heels that looked comfortable enough to walk in. I almost envied the beauty that radiated off her, but I couldn't help but admire it as well.

"There you are, you little brat! You know better than to run off like that on your own! You don't want me telling your father again, do you?"

I almost glared at her, but thought better of it. She acted nothing like she looked. I would never dream of being her in all my days.

She turned to me, giving me a disgusted look. "And who the hell is this?" I felt so little and out of place with the way she looked and spoke to me.

"I was just lea—"

"You shouldn't say bad words like that! She is my new girlfriend, so get out of our way. We've come to play in the building."

I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing. I didn't even know that I had become his girlfriend so fast. I held back the giggle, not caring about how mean the lady was being anymore.

"Listen, brat—"

"I just found him outside of the building, so I was bringing him back inside."

He looked at me and frowned. "What happened to the promise?"

I felt guilty and I stooped to his height, resting my hands on his shoulders gently. "We can always play another time." I smiled at him sadly, knowing he would never see me again once I left the building.

"You're lying and Daddy said that it's not nice to lie!"

I stood up and turned to Mrs. Tachibana with a sad smile.

"He's a little brat that thinks he can get what he wants. He believes that everything is revolved around him, so you don't have to feel obligated to stay here, honey."

"Actually, I was wondering if it would be okay if I stayed here with him for a little while until his father's meeting ended. I would like to thank his dad properly for something that he did."

It wasn't a lie. I really did want to meet the father of this kid.

"If you stay here, you guys will have to go on another floor. Mr. Li would not appreciate his company displaying foolishness to passersby's."

I couldn't believe my ears. She was actually going to allow me to stay here with this incredible kid. Never mind her last remark, I could stay with the kid.

I bowed my head, a little bit too low. "That is perfectly fine with me. We will act on our best behaviors, Mrs. Tachibana."

"Follow me, both of you."

He grabbed my hand and took off, in excitement. I couldn't take my eyes off the little boy while giggling at his behavior.

We walked in the elevator and she pressed one of the floor numbers. There were several people around us in the elevator, dressed very high-classed, while I looked like...me. I knew that I didn't belong in a place like this, so how did I let a little kid convince me otherwise?

The elevator dinged and we followed Mrs. Tachibana, who was heading down the hall. My eyes were capturing everything it could in the beautiful building. There were marble floors and everything else was glass, so we could get a great view of Tokyo.

She unlocked one of the doors with her id card and it automatically slid opened. We walked in and there was probably drool falling from the side of my mouth at the sight before me. The place was beautiful! Everything in the room was a dark, navy-blue color, the couch, the mini fridge, desk, everything. There was a nice view of Tokyo through the glass window. It was a little scary being in such a beautiful place because I was already a klutz and one slip; I'd be paying for everything in the room.

"Thanks! Now bye Mrs. Tachibana!" The little boy started to push her out of the room and I suppressed the urge to laugh at him.

She glared at him before turning to me. "Can I get your name? I need to know so I can sign you on the list of guests here. It is something mandatory for every guest that comes in."

"Kinomoto Sakura."

She scribbled my name down on a small notepad. When did she get that?

"Give me your age, number, and weight please."

My cheeks warmed, signifying the blush that spread across my cheeks. Why did they need all of this information about me?

She must have sensed my hesitation because she spoke again. "I can assure you that it is for safety purposes only, Ms. Kinomoto. We would like to know when you come in and when you leave. We would not want you trying to stay in and destroy the building when everyone is gone."

I sighed in relief, still feeling a little embarrassed about having to give my weight away though. "I'm 17 and I don't have a phone. Uhh…and I weigh 101 pounds."

I looked to the floor shyly when her eyes began to scan my figure. I heard her writing down a few more things before she put the notepad away.

"You two try to keep it down and if you need anything, press this button here," she pointed to a green button that was located where she swiped her card earlier.

We nodded and she left the room before the little boy pulled me to the couch hurriedly. The stupid grin on my face wouldn't leave.

"What's the rush, sweetie?"

His frown deepened and it made me wonder why he wanted me around so much. "I want to be with you as much as possible."

"I'm not going anywhere, trust me. Now, can you tell me your name?"

Referring to him as 'honey' and 'sweetie' made me feel like an old woman.

"Li Xing. It is okay for me to call you Sakura, right? My father always says that you should address adults respectfully," he said, looking down bashfully as he used my first name.

"Yes, but only if it's okay for me to call you Xing."

This seemed to brighten his mood, considering the wide smile on his face now. "Of course you can!"

He jumped into my lap, giving me a big hug. I giggled, hugging him back gently and then tried sitting him down on the couch beside me. He held onto me tighter so I couldn't get him off. I didn't complain, so he could have at it. After a while, he released me but remained seated in my lap.

"Is this the room you normally play in?"

"Yes and I have lots and lots of toys in here!"

He jumped off of my lap and took off towards the desk. He pulled out trucks, Legos, and everything he had in the room.

We played for hours and talked nonstop about any and everything. I found out that he was four and a half years old and that he was originally from Hong Kong. He and his Dad moved here, only a few months ago because his Dad had to take care of business here. He told me his favorite food, color, shows, and everything in the book. He never mentioned anything about his mother, so I figured to avoid that topic with him. Something bad must have happened or he was just not fond of her.

Now, we were building a tower with his Legos, sitting in the middle of the floor. I hadn't even noticed how dark it had become outside until looking out the glass windows. Had it really been that long? And was his dad really still in a meeting?

"Daddy sometimes stays in the meetings very late."

He had noticed me looking out the glass windows, so I turned to him and smiled. "I'm in no rush to leave, Xing. I will stay here with you all night, if I have to."

His eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Of course."

He jumped on top of me, hugging me tightly as my back rested against the soft carpet that caused my body to sink into it. I giggled, but cut it short when hearing a beeping sound and the door automatically opening, revealing a guy.

He was the spitting image of the little boy, who was on top of me at the moment. He looked very handsome with his disheveled, chestnut hair and burning, amber eyes. He looked a lot more masculine than Xing of course, and the suit that he had on was breathtaking.

When our eyes met, my body stiffened underneath Xing because of how hard and cold his eyes glared. It was a deadly glare, if that were possible and my heart began to race in my chest. He made me feel like I was doing something wrong, so I gently removed Xing from on top of me.

There was no questioning about the man. He was, indeed Xing's Father.

I sat up from lying down on the floor and looked away from him so I didn't have to see those cold, piercing eyes. I definitely didn't want to have to interact with the man either.

As if Xing could sense my fears, he ran straight to the man. "Daddy!"

'Daddy' who Xing referred him as, picked him up with ease in his arms, hugging him. "I'm sorry about the long wait, buddy. I know you must be starving in this tummy of yours."

The man tickled Xing's tummy and he laughed, squirming in his arms to get down.

"I am a little hungry. Can we have pizza tonight, please?"

He gave his father a puppy dog look and I couldn't stop the smile from forming across my lips. There was no way that anyone could say no to those eyes and lip pouting.

He gave Xing a pointed look. "We had pizza last night though."

"And I want it again. Please Daddy? It will make me very happy."

"No pizza tonight," he finalized in a stern voice and Xing groaned, seeming to know that was the end of pizza.

How in the world did the man say no to those eyes? I would never be able to do that.

"Oh! You should meet my new girlfriend, Daddy!"

My body stiffened when I heard Xing trying to get me involved in conversation. My eyes hesitantly strayed over to their direction again and Xing was squirming out of his dad's arms, pulling him towards me.

Running was the only option I could think of at that moment, but my body was stuck on that floor while looking at the two approaching me.

Here goes nothing…

I'm going to end it there before I go any further with this story. Please let me know if you guys think I should continue it or not. Feedback would be greatly appreciated! I accept criticism too because I want to better my writing skills :). I'm still kind of a newbie to this, so please don't be too harsh!