AN: I couldn't help it! The idea suddenly came up when I was out prowling the streets and I just had to write it out!
Since Syaoran's father doesn't have an identity, I named him 'Da Lang' which is equivalent to "Big Wolf".
Disclaimer: I write for the sole purpose of entertainment and do not own CCS, Clamp does.
I started this April 23rd. Finished on April 24th, 8:38 PM.
Tonight they would run amuck. Tonight they would cause mischief. There was no one to stop them – no, no one that could stop them. Who were they? They were the Wolves. No, they weren't a prissy little gang; they didn't pick little fights with wannabe thugs. They were of the highest class and order, for they were the Wolves. What gave them their fame, you ask? Simple.
In daylight they were known as the Li Clan; the oldest and most powerful of their kind. They demanded the utmost respect. Cross them and you'd find your body mutilated and ground into fertilizer, no joke. However, if you sucked up enough to get on their good side, you may even win the next lottery. Why? Because there was no such thing as luck; it simply didn't exist. Everything happened for a reason whether you believed it or not. Where do you think the word 'karma' arose from? What goes around comes around indeed. Where do you think the phrase 'A taste of your own medicine' came from? Well here was the truth, the organization that commanded the central government, the one and only, the Li Clan.
Their word was law. It was as simple as that. They were an underground society, all members sworn to secrecy. Who was the leader of this unbelievable group? Li, Da Lang. To outsiders, he was simply an amazing business man, the founder of the Li Corps. But to others, he was the leader of the greatest association ever founded. The Li Clan controlled all that went on in Japan and China, from what you watched on television, what you ate for dinner, to even what you would do in the future. No, this was not an exaggeration; this was all possible, simply because they were the Li Clan. Do you understand the importance of the power they held?
To break away from all seriousness, Mr. Li had a son. His son's name was Li, Syaoran, the most gorgeous being that graced earth in a few decades. No, I'm dead serious! This man's beauty could have been used as a weapon to women. One look would be enough to make you swoon at his feet and tonight was his 18th birthday; so naturally, he would gather his clan friends and they would wreak havoc upon unsuspecting innocents. Of course, Syaoran wouldn't do anything too horrible, probably.
Being a Li from birth, he was the sole heir to this clan. At the mere age of 3, the toddler had already undergone martial arts training. He had been taught to be ruthless with his enemies and 15 years later, you see the wonderful results of a handsome, yet deadly man. But oddly, Syaoran was a strange lad. He was playful and mischievous, always causing some form of trouble in one way or another. That was why his mother always teased him about his name. She always told him she should have named him Saru, monkey. His father would always sigh, place his head in his hands, and tell him he would be the downfall of the Li Clan. But of course, you couldn't miss the small smirk hidden behind his hands.
Now, finally, here comes the main point of the lengthy introduction. The Li Clan had undoubtedly had formed a night gang. 'Protectors' as they were referred to; and they were known as the Wolves. It was his 18th birthday and his father had just gotten him branded with a wolf tattoo. It hurt like hell, but the brilliant dark shades of the wolf showed his importance within the clan. He was soon to be the new leader, after all. So anyway, his friends were going to show him a good time and this is where the story begins.
"Yo, let's walk through the park. I wanna see if there are any chicks hanging out."
The guy's name was Eriol Hiiragizawa, Syaoran's cousin. He was an unusually horny teenager, always looking for a few beauties whenever he could.
The gang of teens groaned at his request but nonetheless complied.
"What kinda decent looking girls would be at the park at this time? Stupid."
Syaoran grew up always having the best of everything. He was spoiled in a way, but he liked it. Even when it came to girls, he would always have to have the best and nothing less.
"We're just lookin, kay? You never know man."
Takashi snorted, "20 bucks says we don't find anything good."
Eriol sighed exasperated and sent the boy a mild glare.
"Deal. Get ready to cough it up Takashi."
They walked past the perfectly trimmed bushes, towards the benches. It was the only area that would be populated in the park. In the center was a large penguin slide, which gave the park its name, Penguin Park.
Takashi took a quick glance and howled in triumph.
"There's no one here Eriol! Pay up!"
A very grouchy Eriol reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill.
"Sorry; got 50's only. Take it."
But before Takashi could reach for the money, a voice interrupted their transaction.
"Wait!"
Both men looked over at the petite girl with buns on top of her head.
"There's a girl right there." Meiling gestured to the far end of the park where a small figure sat huddled on one of the benches.
"That's probably a man or something"
Eriol chided, waving the bill in hand, "Nuh uh! Gotta see who it is first."
Grumbling, they trudged slowly over to the stranger.
"She's definitely a girl." Meiling whispered after moments of silence.
"How do you know?"
"Duh, she's got breasts."
Meiling rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Eriol perked up at the comment, ready to literally pounce on the female, only to have Rika pull him back. Takashi looked over at Syaoran who seemed rather uninterested. He nudged him softly, murmuring, "Go check her out man."
Syaoran shook his head, an irritated expression quickly etching his face.
"She might be ugly for all you know."
With Syaoran's tone of voice, it seemed 'ugly' was some contagious disease! Eriol rolled his eyes and decided he needed a bit of help to get started. Quickly, yet forcefully, Eriol shoved Syaoran into her direction.
"What the –!"
Syaoran stumbled a few steps forward and turned around quickly. He clearly was not expecting that. He sent the crew mild glares only to be returned with amused sniggers. Deciding it was pointless to avoid the situation at hand, he reluctantly sat down besides the girl.
"H-Hey, Miss?"
The wind in him seemed to have been knocked out as the girl threw herself into his arms, sobbing hysterically. The girl may have been small, but damn, she must have weighed a ton! Syaoran took a few moments to recompose himself, allowing his breathing to return to normal. Then he noticed the girl beneath him. She hadn't allowed him to see her face, yet here she was, wrapped up and snuggled tightly against his chest.
Syaoran had never been good with crying girls. He sat awkwardly, stiffly, his arms held up as if he would burn from her touch. For once, Syaoran glanced pitifully at his friends to help him out of the ordeal but Eriol and Takashi merely turned their backs finding interest on the tree behind them. Rika giggled at his expression leaving only Meiling who made arm gestures. Hug her?
Seeing there was no other option, Syaoran placed one arm carefully around her neck and the other across her waist. This didn't seem to help his situation much, because the girl had only clung on impossibly tighter.
'I'm gonna kill each and every one of them. See how they like it when they find mutilated animal parts in their beds tomorrow.'
It was at the same moment Syaoran felt a tingling sensation on his left thigh. Confusion raced through his mind as the girl suddenly bolted upwards from his embrace. He caught a glimpse of her features and noted she wasn't half bad. It was dark however, so he couldn't exactly differentiate color of her hair and eyes. She leaned down and kissed his cheek quickly, giggling as she did so.
"Thank you baby!"
She turned to flee but Syaoran hadn't wasted his time on martial arts for nothing. After all, reflex was an important feature when it came to training. He reached out for her instantly, his fingers brushing by her neck before they snagged onto warm metal. He jerked the miniscule object in his hold, and it came off. She didn't seem to notice however, because at the next moment, when he looked up, she was gone.
Syaoran held up the item in his hand to see it was a thin necklace with a wing-shaped charm. His eyes narrowed at the innocent article of jewelry before pocketing it carelessly and quite angrily too.
His friends who had finally decided to come back from their little stupor saw that he was pissed. It was definitely not a good sign when Li Syaoran was pissed. It meant suffering for the all, literally.
Meiling gulped and mustered up all her courage, since the others seemed to have lost their voices.
"W-What's wrong?"
Syaoran growled, very much resembling a wolf himself.
"The bitch jacked my wallet!"
AN: Let me know what you think of it? It may be just a random idea, but, if the reaction is good, I might try and form a plot for this. Other chapters will not be as short! This is sort of like a prologue, how they meet.
Till then,
Descension.
