My Cruel Fate
Chapter One: Before It Really Happened
Author's Note: Hi everybody! I'm hoping to get a generous number of review for this, sooo.pllllleeeeaaase? Well, I mean you gotta read it first =^^= Haha this is funny, buuttt...this started out to be a Dragonball Z fic, but then I realized, EEEHHH? Vegeta is not the type of guy you'd see going around being ..emotional. This is my first fic.EVER..anywhere. Well, here goes.I hope it's gunna be long!
Rating: R Genre: Angst/Romance Summary: Well, hmm, hard to explain, you'll see
It was a typical night. The air was chilly with a slight breeze picking up every now and then. Just typical-well, for a normal person anyway.
Syaoran sighed, shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced around the empty streets. There was not a person in sight. It was nearly pitch black, minus the dim glow radiating off the streetlights. As for Syaoran? Definitely no fun.
This was the fourth time during one week that it happened: four times too many. Due to raging teenage hormones and an extremely bad temper, somehow Syaoran had pissed off his father and was thrown out of the house. It was probably for the best, considering how wild he could be during the night-a real party animal.
He smirked while unlocking the door to his car, sleek and black, camouflaged in the darkness. Slowly, Syaoran eased himself into the diver's seat, careful not to be noticed by the neighbours. The parents wouldn't care if I came home at 4 in the morning, Syaoran thought to himself and chuckled bitterly.
It wasn't until a half-an-hour later that he pulled up at the entrance of the Radisson Hotel (AN: blame me, this is an actually hotel where I come from hahah). Casually, Syaoran stepped out and checked out the surroundings he was so used to seeing. Downtown was always so busy and awake, even at 1 in the morning on a Wednesday. True, it was spring break, but still.
Without even parking properly in the parking lot, he slowly strode toward the sliding doors at the main entrance of the hotel. Instead of going inside, Syaoran just waited. He glanced at the digital numbers of his watch, which read 1:26am, the digital numbers emitting a strange glow amongst the other lights. Sighing, Syaoran once again stuffed both hands into his pant pockets.
The air was getting awfully chilly, and with no coat on, Syaoran thought he was about to freeze to death before he was finished his waiting. As if nothing could get any worse, it begun to rain. First in small droplets, then down came the rest of what the storm had to offer. A few strangers that passed the hotel couldn't help but notice him and gave Syaoran weird looks. He ignored them, but as hard as he tried, Syaoran couldn't stop shivering under his drenched clothing.
It doesn't look like he's coming anytime soon. Giving up, the small teen dragged himself into the hotel building. He sat himself down in one of the benches in the lobby beside a plump, old lady and pulled out his cellphone. Syaoran punched in a few numbers and lifted the phone up to his right ear.
It rung a couple of times before the person at the other end answered. Voices could be heard arguing in the background before anything else. Just white noise, He rolled his eyes at the thought of what could be happening.
"Hello?"
"Damn it Touya! Where the hell are you right now?! Did you know how long I waited for you to show up?" Syaoran practically screamed into the cell. There was chuckling on the other end.
"My parents got into another fight again over one of Dad's girlfriends. This time they're throwing the GOOD china at eachother. Almost got hit myself."
"Ohh.." He trailed off. It was evident that the Kinomoto's had marital issues, but it was usually difficult for Touya to admit. Syaoran bit his lip and proceeded to change the subject, ".uh, is.Sakura there?"
"That's the strange part. She left a while after 8, and hadn't come back since. Went shopping with friends, heard her say. Wouldn't worry though, she's usually back before 4."
Syaoran frowned at this. Lately, he hadn't seen Sakura around much. From what he'd heard from her brother, she's either out shopping or at one of her friends', visiting. Kinda suspicious if you ask me. He just shrugged it off and continued with the 'conversation'.
"I see. So are you still coming? Or do I have to meet up with the guys by myself?"
"Waddya talking about..? It's not like I'm going to miss out on all the partying! Tell them I'll be there, ASAP."
Syaoran took that as his cue to hang up. By now, his clothes were somewhat dry and most of the people populating the hotel were gone already. The clock above the receptionist's desk read 2:09. Syaoran massaged his temples before he finally stood up to rent himself a room for the next two nights.
Touya examined himself in the mirror. Perfect, as always. He winked at himself one last time before leaving the bathroom.
Downstairs, the muffled voices of his parents grew louder every second as their argument prolonged. Touya quietly made it to his room, pretending that the fight just a while away wasn't happening. Face it. He was used to things like this happening around his home-this is, if you called the house they lived in, a 'home'.
He plopped himself softly onto his queen sized bed and sighed silently. Touya observed the contents of his room, tsk-tsking. The place was a mess. Dirty clothes were thrown about every where, and the floor was covered in crumpled up balls of paper. Coca-cola cans were scattered around the room. Heck, there were many more imperfections to his room that he didn't even bother to think about. There were just too many.
It wasn't always like this. His life used to be so easy back then, so fulfilling, so.complete. Yeah, that's before mom died. Touya laughed out bitterly at this memory. After Nadeshiko Kinomoto died so suddenly, life was so perfect any more. His father remarried soon after, leading Sakura and himself to become distant with eachother.
That's when he and a couple of other 'outcasts' found each other and turned themselves into a gang. It was just himself, Yukito, Syaoran, Eriol and Takashi in a world where no person in their right mind would consider them to be 'normal'. All they had were each other.
Touya shook those thoughts out his head and pulled himself into a sitting position.
"Maybe it was for the better."
He stared at the wall in front of his before he noticed something wrong.
It was too quiet. Touya grinned. Dad and Riyu finally stopped their little 'fight', eh? He hopped off his bed and tip-toed out the door and then downstairs. It wasn't a really long drive to get to the Radisson Hotel, but he certainly didn't want to make Syaoran wait.
He snatched the car keys off the hook and proceeded to dash out the kitchen door. Touya skidded to a stop as soon as he noticed a shadow sitting at the kitchen table.
"Hey, Riyu. I was, uh, just, going to meet a friend. You don't mind if I borrowed your car do you?" Touya shifted uncomfortably, unsure if she were even looking at him.
He could make out the slightest movement coming from her, which he took as a yes. Riyu, your so good to me.
Hesitating, Touya forced a smile and stepped outside, letting the door click behind him. He inhaled deeply. The damp air filled his nostrils with enlightenment, as if he were on a drug. A wonderful, harmless drug - as if there were such a thing.
BANG
"What the hell was that?!?"
BANG
Syaoran jumped up from the sudden disruption. Cursing, he stood up- right and reached out for the gun sitting on the nightstand. He pointed the gun towards the door and clicked the safety off. The cool metallic surface beneath his trembling fingers caused him to sweat.
"Come in. It's unlocked."
The door swung wide open, revealing a confused Touya standing in the doorway. As soon as he caught sight of the shimmering weapon in Syaoran's possessing, he instinctively raised both hands in surrender.
"Hey -! What's gotten into you man?"
Shaking his head, Syaoran dropped his gun on to the hotel bed. Flinging himself over the bed, he stared up and watched the hypnotizing rotation of the ceiling fan, going around and around, around and around.
"Sorry, you can never be too careful with Jun on the loose."
"Yeah." Touya whispered a reply, barely audible.
Ever since Juntaro Matsuri was released from jail, Syaoran had become extra paranoid over the smallest things. Jun was, or should we say, is, the leader of the Ragin' Infernos, their biggest rival gang. Last year, while him and a couple of his friends were attempting to crash a nightclub, Eriol and Syaoran 'accidentally' caught them in the act. They were put into jail the following day, something they never forgot the Wolf Pack (AN: YEEAAH, very original ::rolls eyes:( for what they've done. Now that the Ragin' Infernos are on the loose, one can never be too careful.
Syaoran sighed and sat himself up.
"We'd better get going, don't wanna make them guys wait, ya'know?"
Agreeing silently, Touya followed his gang leader out the door, slamming it behind him.
I hope he doesn't find out.
Takashi staggered down the alley, clutching at his wounded arm. His breathing grew more rugged every second, and his heartbeat became subtle. Blood was dripping from his head, nose, shoulder - everywhere.
As he reached the end of the alley, Takashi was greeted by the welcoming streetlights of busy downtown. Passerbys stopped to stare at the beaten-up boy, who was trying to climb the steps of an old apartment building. He stopped at the first door to the right, on the third floor, collapsing.
By now, Takashi could no longer keep his eyes fully open, and was ready to pass out any time from the shortage of blood. The last thing he saw was a huge wooden door with the inscriptions,
Eriol H. & Yukito Apartment 27-K
He lost consciousness completely.
"Where the goddamn hell do you think those guys are? It's almost dawn and they're not here yet!" Yukito suppressed a groan.
Ignoring him, Eriol stuck a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. He took a long drag and turned towards Yukiyo.
"I don't blame them, probably caught up with family problems again. Good thing you n' me, we have no family to worry about. Just a bunch of crap." With that, he tossed the lighter to the ground.
The soft glow of the television casted its gentle light onto Yukito's face, as he stared at it, absent minded.
"Hey! You there?"
Jumping a bit from the sudden outburst, Yukito gazed lazily at his friend.
"What?"
"Out of booze. You don't mind getting some?"
"Sure, whatever." Too tired to argue, the silver-haired boy stood and dusted himself off. He shuffled towards the door and placed a hand on the knob, turning it. Before Yukito had a chance to open the door, a heavy weight pushed it open and landed on top of him, soaking his clothes in blood.
"Shit."
Syaoran spat on the pavement outside of the hotel. The two men decided to walk to Eriol and Yukito's apartment, just to enjoy what Touya would call, 'a night out on the town'.
His cell phone rang. Sighing, Syaoran reached into his pocket and fished it out.
"Now who could that be?" He rolled his eyes at Touya, who snickered in return. Sticking the cell beside his ear, Syaoran spoke into it.
"Hello?..FUCK! Well, atleast, is he alright? Fine, fine, sure. When? Four O' Clock.okay."
A confused Touya observed the ironic one-sided conversation between Syaoran and some one else in amusement. As soon as he turned off his cell, Syaoran turned around in the direction of the hotel and sprinted as fast as he could, back to the hotel.
"HEY!? What wit'cha?" Touya quickly reacted by chasing after him. Without looking back, Syaoran answered him.
"Takashi got beat up by Infernos."
AN: Um.I hope you like it, cuz I didn't get it haha.. Okay, I admit it was kinda boring, but I promise, it'll get better (wayyyy better) in the next chapter! Bare with me here!!!
PLEZ REVIEW!! If you liked it, don't like it..no preference? Just review! I' soooo desperate!
Oh yeah, here's a preview of the next chapter:
In the corner was Juntaro, making out with an unfamiliar woman. Syaoran, pissed off, begun to stomp his way towards the other man.
Juntaro and the woman stopped making out and, not noticing the gang's presence, got up and started in their direction. That's when Syaoran finally got a good look at the mystery woman.
"SAKURA?!"
Chapter One: Before It Really Happened
Author's Note: Hi everybody! I'm hoping to get a generous number of review for this, sooo.pllllleeeeaaase? Well, I mean you gotta read it first =^^= Haha this is funny, buuttt...this started out to be a Dragonball Z fic, but then I realized, EEEHHH? Vegeta is not the type of guy you'd see going around being ..emotional. This is my first fic.EVER..anywhere. Well, here goes.I hope it's gunna be long!
Rating: R Genre: Angst/Romance Summary: Well, hmm, hard to explain, you'll see
It was a typical night. The air was chilly with a slight breeze picking up every now and then. Just typical-well, for a normal person anyway.
Syaoran sighed, shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced around the empty streets. There was not a person in sight. It was nearly pitch black, minus the dim glow radiating off the streetlights. As for Syaoran? Definitely no fun.
This was the fourth time during one week that it happened: four times too many. Due to raging teenage hormones and an extremely bad temper, somehow Syaoran had pissed off his father and was thrown out of the house. It was probably for the best, considering how wild he could be during the night-a real party animal.
He smirked while unlocking the door to his car, sleek and black, camouflaged in the darkness. Slowly, Syaoran eased himself into the diver's seat, careful not to be noticed by the neighbours. The parents wouldn't care if I came home at 4 in the morning, Syaoran thought to himself and chuckled bitterly.
It wasn't until a half-an-hour later that he pulled up at the entrance of the Radisson Hotel (AN: blame me, this is an actually hotel where I come from hahah). Casually, Syaoran stepped out and checked out the surroundings he was so used to seeing. Downtown was always so busy and awake, even at 1 in the morning on a Wednesday. True, it was spring break, but still.
Without even parking properly in the parking lot, he slowly strode toward the sliding doors at the main entrance of the hotel. Instead of going inside, Syaoran just waited. He glanced at the digital numbers of his watch, which read 1:26am, the digital numbers emitting a strange glow amongst the other lights. Sighing, Syaoran once again stuffed both hands into his pant pockets.
The air was getting awfully chilly, and with no coat on, Syaoran thought he was about to freeze to death before he was finished his waiting. As if nothing could get any worse, it begun to rain. First in small droplets, then down came the rest of what the storm had to offer. A few strangers that passed the hotel couldn't help but notice him and gave Syaoran weird looks. He ignored them, but as hard as he tried, Syaoran couldn't stop shivering under his drenched clothing.
It doesn't look like he's coming anytime soon. Giving up, the small teen dragged himself into the hotel building. He sat himself down in one of the benches in the lobby beside a plump, old lady and pulled out his cellphone. Syaoran punched in a few numbers and lifted the phone up to his right ear.
It rung a couple of times before the person at the other end answered. Voices could be heard arguing in the background before anything else. Just white noise, He rolled his eyes at the thought of what could be happening.
"Hello?"
"Damn it Touya! Where the hell are you right now?! Did you know how long I waited for you to show up?" Syaoran practically screamed into the cell. There was chuckling on the other end.
"My parents got into another fight again over one of Dad's girlfriends. This time they're throwing the GOOD china at eachother. Almost got hit myself."
"Ohh.." He trailed off. It was evident that the Kinomoto's had marital issues, but it was usually difficult for Touya to admit. Syaoran bit his lip and proceeded to change the subject, ".uh, is.Sakura there?"
"That's the strange part. She left a while after 8, and hadn't come back since. Went shopping with friends, heard her say. Wouldn't worry though, she's usually back before 4."
Syaoran frowned at this. Lately, he hadn't seen Sakura around much. From what he'd heard from her brother, she's either out shopping or at one of her friends', visiting. Kinda suspicious if you ask me. He just shrugged it off and continued with the 'conversation'.
"I see. So are you still coming? Or do I have to meet up with the guys by myself?"
"Waddya talking about..? It's not like I'm going to miss out on all the partying! Tell them I'll be there, ASAP."
Syaoran took that as his cue to hang up. By now, his clothes were somewhat dry and most of the people populating the hotel were gone already. The clock above the receptionist's desk read 2:09. Syaoran massaged his temples before he finally stood up to rent himself a room for the next two nights.
Touya examined himself in the mirror. Perfect, as always. He winked at himself one last time before leaving the bathroom.
Downstairs, the muffled voices of his parents grew louder every second as their argument prolonged. Touya quietly made it to his room, pretending that the fight just a while away wasn't happening. Face it. He was used to things like this happening around his home-this is, if you called the house they lived in, a 'home'.
He plopped himself softly onto his queen sized bed and sighed silently. Touya observed the contents of his room, tsk-tsking. The place was a mess. Dirty clothes were thrown about every where, and the floor was covered in crumpled up balls of paper. Coca-cola cans were scattered around the room. Heck, there were many more imperfections to his room that he didn't even bother to think about. There were just too many.
It wasn't always like this. His life used to be so easy back then, so fulfilling, so.complete. Yeah, that's before mom died. Touya laughed out bitterly at this memory. After Nadeshiko Kinomoto died so suddenly, life was so perfect any more. His father remarried soon after, leading Sakura and himself to become distant with eachother.
That's when he and a couple of other 'outcasts' found each other and turned themselves into a gang. It was just himself, Yukito, Syaoran, Eriol and Takashi in a world where no person in their right mind would consider them to be 'normal'. All they had were each other.
Touya shook those thoughts out his head and pulled himself into a sitting position.
"Maybe it was for the better."
He stared at the wall in front of his before he noticed something wrong.
It was too quiet. Touya grinned. Dad and Riyu finally stopped their little 'fight', eh? He hopped off his bed and tip-toed out the door and then downstairs. It wasn't a really long drive to get to the Radisson Hotel, but he certainly didn't want to make Syaoran wait.
He snatched the car keys off the hook and proceeded to dash out the kitchen door. Touya skidded to a stop as soon as he noticed a shadow sitting at the kitchen table.
"Hey, Riyu. I was, uh, just, going to meet a friend. You don't mind if I borrowed your car do you?" Touya shifted uncomfortably, unsure if she were even looking at him.
He could make out the slightest movement coming from her, which he took as a yes. Riyu, your so good to me.
Hesitating, Touya forced a smile and stepped outside, letting the door click behind him. He inhaled deeply. The damp air filled his nostrils with enlightenment, as if he were on a drug. A wonderful, harmless drug - as if there were such a thing.
BANG
"What the hell was that?!?"
BANG
Syaoran jumped up from the sudden disruption. Cursing, he stood up- right and reached out for the gun sitting on the nightstand. He pointed the gun towards the door and clicked the safety off. The cool metallic surface beneath his trembling fingers caused him to sweat.
"Come in. It's unlocked."
The door swung wide open, revealing a confused Touya standing in the doorway. As soon as he caught sight of the shimmering weapon in Syaoran's possessing, he instinctively raised both hands in surrender.
"Hey -! What's gotten into you man?"
Shaking his head, Syaoran dropped his gun on to the hotel bed. Flinging himself over the bed, he stared up and watched the hypnotizing rotation of the ceiling fan, going around and around, around and around.
"Sorry, you can never be too careful with Jun on the loose."
"Yeah." Touya whispered a reply, barely audible.
Ever since Juntaro Matsuri was released from jail, Syaoran had become extra paranoid over the smallest things. Jun was, or should we say, is, the leader of the Ragin' Infernos, their biggest rival gang. Last year, while him and a couple of his friends were attempting to crash a nightclub, Eriol and Syaoran 'accidentally' caught them in the act. They were put into jail the following day, something they never forgot the Wolf Pack (AN: YEEAAH, very original ::rolls eyes:( for what they've done. Now that the Ragin' Infernos are on the loose, one can never be too careful.
Syaoran sighed and sat himself up.
"We'd better get going, don't wanna make them guys wait, ya'know?"
Agreeing silently, Touya followed his gang leader out the door, slamming it behind him.
I hope he doesn't find out.
Takashi staggered down the alley, clutching at his wounded arm. His breathing grew more rugged every second, and his heartbeat became subtle. Blood was dripping from his head, nose, shoulder - everywhere.
As he reached the end of the alley, Takashi was greeted by the welcoming streetlights of busy downtown. Passerbys stopped to stare at the beaten-up boy, who was trying to climb the steps of an old apartment building. He stopped at the first door to the right, on the third floor, collapsing.
By now, Takashi could no longer keep his eyes fully open, and was ready to pass out any time from the shortage of blood. The last thing he saw was a huge wooden door with the inscriptions,
Eriol H. & Yukito Apartment 27-K
He lost consciousness completely.
"Where the goddamn hell do you think those guys are? It's almost dawn and they're not here yet!" Yukito suppressed a groan.
Ignoring him, Eriol stuck a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. He took a long drag and turned towards Yukiyo.
"I don't blame them, probably caught up with family problems again. Good thing you n' me, we have no family to worry about. Just a bunch of crap." With that, he tossed the lighter to the ground.
The soft glow of the television casted its gentle light onto Yukito's face, as he stared at it, absent minded.
"Hey! You there?"
Jumping a bit from the sudden outburst, Yukito gazed lazily at his friend.
"What?"
"Out of booze. You don't mind getting some?"
"Sure, whatever." Too tired to argue, the silver-haired boy stood and dusted himself off. He shuffled towards the door and placed a hand on the knob, turning it. Before Yukito had a chance to open the door, a heavy weight pushed it open and landed on top of him, soaking his clothes in blood.
"Shit."
Syaoran spat on the pavement outside of the hotel. The two men decided to walk to Eriol and Yukito's apartment, just to enjoy what Touya would call, 'a night out on the town'.
His cell phone rang. Sighing, Syaoran reached into his pocket and fished it out.
"Now who could that be?" He rolled his eyes at Touya, who snickered in return. Sticking the cell beside his ear, Syaoran spoke into it.
"Hello?..FUCK! Well, atleast, is he alright? Fine, fine, sure. When? Four O' Clock.okay."
A confused Touya observed the ironic one-sided conversation between Syaoran and some one else in amusement. As soon as he turned off his cell, Syaoran turned around in the direction of the hotel and sprinted as fast as he could, back to the hotel.
"HEY!? What wit'cha?" Touya quickly reacted by chasing after him. Without looking back, Syaoran answered him.
"Takashi got beat up by Infernos."
AN: Um.I hope you like it, cuz I didn't get it haha.. Okay, I admit it was kinda boring, but I promise, it'll get better (wayyyy better) in the next chapter! Bare with me here!!!
PLEZ REVIEW!! If you liked it, don't like it..no preference? Just review! I' soooo desperate!
Oh yeah, here's a preview of the next chapter:
In the corner was Juntaro, making out with an unfamiliar woman. Syaoran, pissed off, begun to stomp his way towards the other man.
Juntaro and the woman stopped making out and, not noticing the gang's presence, got up and started in their direction. That's when Syaoran finally got a good look at the mystery woman.
"SAKURA?!"