Disclaimer- I do not own any of the CCS characters.

Summary- Kinomoto Sakura recently finds out that her ex-boyfriend, who is completely obsessed with her, is a serial murderer. In order to protect her, agent Li Syaoran is sent undercover…as her husband?

Chapter 1

In her sleep 20 year-old Sakura Kinomoto thought she heard a shrill loud sound, and then she found herself in reality. Groggily she sat up, finally realizing that it was her alarm clock. It read 6:30 a.m. 'Oy, she thought. 'And I thought school started early.'

Wearily she sat up and stretched out her weary muscles. She then headed straight for the shower, thankfully she had time to kill, seeing as how this was one of the only mornings she actually woke up on time.

When she reached the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, she turned on the water and was about to take off her clothes when she was grabbed violently from behind. She gasped when she saw who it was. "Kisho! What are you—" but before she could finish he silenced her with a slap to the face.

He grabbed her wrist and twisted it violently so she faced him. "You are mine! Do you hear me MINE!" and as if to prove it, he violently kissed her and began to try to tear off her clothes.

She tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her. "Kisho stop! NO!" she succeeded in pushing him off of her long enough for her to make a dash to the phone to try to dial 911 but he seized her around the waist before she could hit the last digit. "Get off of me!"

"I gave you a chance Sakura, but you rejected me! So now I'm going to have to lay claim to you the hard way!" he again tried to pull of her tank top but she stopped him by elbowing him in the ribs. She untangled herself from his grip and punched him in the face, hard.

"I belong to no one Kisho, least of all you!" she was about to hit him again when he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him in one swift moment. He violently seized her lips with his, and managed to tear off her top. She kept struggling, but she knew it was no use. Her strength failed her and she collapsed on the floor.

An hour later, Sakura awoke, she was so dizzy that she couldn't even sit up. She looked down and saw herself lying in a pool of blood. 'I wonder whose that is,' she thought to herself. Then she realized. It was hers. She almost fainted again, but managed to gather enough strength to crawl to the nightstand where the phone was. She picked up the receiver and managed to dial 9-1-1 before she again hit the ground in unconsciousness.

Li Syaoran had been tracking Akita Kisho for the past 3 years. He had managed to elude every effort that had been put into finding him. When he got a call that had said that Akita had been spotted leaving an apartment complex in Tomoeda, five minutes away from Headquarters, Syaoran had felt relieved.

But his relief was short lived when he arrived at the scene and was told what had happened. From what the police had learned from neighbors, Akita was the victim's ex-boyfriend.

Syaoran had known that Akita was a cold-blooded killer, but he hadn't even thought that he might be a sexual predator. Akita's kills were always swift, and done from behind the victim, which made him, to Syaoran, a coward.

Chances were that when Akita realized he had been rejected, he had decided to take things into his own hands.

Syaoran was talking to an investigator to find out which hospital the victim had been taken to. The investigator told him that she had been flown to Tokyo hospital, where they had an excellent trauma center. Syaoran nodded his thanks and rushed to his car, where he told his partner, and unfortunately cousin, where she was.

They took of towards Tokyo hospital so they could question the victim, who Syaoran had been told was Kinomoto Sakura.

Sakura woke up from her unconscious state and realized in shock at where she was. She turned over to the side of the bed and pushed the nurse's button. A few seconds later a kind looking woman came in. "Good morning Kinomoto-san. I'm glad you're awake. We were starting to worry if you'd ever wake up."

Sakura rubbed her head then flinched. It felt like someone had driven a nail straight threw her head. "What happened?" she asked the nurse groggily.

The nurse looked at her strangely. "You mean you don't remember?"

Suddenly, unbidden, memories came flashing back through her brain. She stifled a sob. 'Oh my gosh! He—he—he raped me! That no-good conniving son of a gun raped me. "No! oh gosh no! tell me he didn't! Please tell me he didn't! Tell me it was all some horrible nightmare! Please!" she begged with tears in her eyes.

The nurse came over and laid a warm hand over Sakura's, who jerked away as if burned. She turned on her side and sobbed. Hoping and wishing with all her might that the pain would go away, that all of it would go away. That she would wake up in her bed and realize it had all been a nightmare, one horrible long drawn-out nightmare.

The nurse, having spent most of her career with rape victims, understood and left her alone. She closed the door behind her only to come face-to-face with a very agitated-looking detective. "Is she awake?" he asked coldly.

"Yes she is, but you aren't allowed to see her." She stated firmly.

The detective grabbed her arm, "I need to speak with her now. I'm doing an—"

"Investigation I know I know. Look Mr. James Bond, I don't' care if you ARE F.B.I. that girl is my patient. I will not have her health put in jeopardy just because some high and mighty agent wants some story."

Syaoran glared at the nurse, 'how dare she?'

"Now see here Miss—"

"Daidouji." She filled in still staring at him.

"Yes Miss Daidouji, Miss Kinomoto is the only one to have, contact and a willingness to talk to federal agents, with a serial murderer! Do you know what that means?"

Daidouji's lavender eyes glowed with fire, "Of course I know what that means! But do you know the meaning of Cardiac Arrest? Well guess what. That's exactly what will happen if you walk in there and start asking questions! Do you want your only witness to die and know that you were the cause!"

Syaoran was taken aback, "What?"

Daidouji rolled her eyes, "My gosh men are dense! Cardiac arrest HEART ATTACK! Do you honestly think after what she's been through she can just relive it like that!" she snapped her fingers to make her point.

Syaoran lowered his eyes, "Well—"

Daidouji shook her head, "Look I'm going to go talk to the psychologist. If she says its ok then fine. But if she says she isn't ready, I don't want to hear another peep out of you detective is that clear!"

Syaoran looked up and glared. "Fine."

Daidouji stormed down the hallway inflamed with the stupid idiotic detective. 'Who does he think he is? Coming in and threatening my nurses! Well I gave him a taste of his own medicine! Too bad he didn't resist. Then they could've had him thrown out on his oversized butt!' she shrugged mentally, 'O well maybe next time.' She continued down the hallway, her raven dark hair flowing methodically behind her, ignoring the stares from the other nurses.

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