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So... It's been a while since I came up with the idea of translating my lastest project from spanish to english. After months of work I finally came up with this. I must warn you, I have no clue if i'm doing it right or if I actually suck. Please, let me know what you think. Thank you very much for your time.

Bel's.

The original characters and story line belong to CLAMP

BIORITE

By:

Bel'sCorpse

-1 -

"Are you on call tonight? Kenji wants to go to the movies, but says you have to come with us."

He let out a heavy sigh while he removed his wire-rimmed glasses. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to hold off a stinging headache.

"I don't know, they haven't posted anything on the board yet" he said wearily. It was only five in the afternoon and he was about to pass out from exhaustion. "Most likely, yes, with the highway accident the emergency room is full; I even had to transfer patients to other hospitals.

"That's what I suspected. It's okay; I'll bring you something to eat, because I'm sure you haven't eaten breakfast yet. See you later, Xiao-Lang"

He said goodbye and hung up also. For three long days he was forced to stay in the hospital controlling the flow of patients who had crowded the emergency room. Three nights ago there was a crash involving sixty cars on the freeway. A trailer had overturned on a stretch of unlit road and the cars crashed against it. From the hundred and twenty wounded, less than half were in intensive care, a bunch of others had not left the operating room and the rest had been relocated to small clinics throughout the city. And he, as head of emergencies, was personally responsible for the welfare of all those people.

He stroked the bridge of his nose again and a painful pang pierced his skull when someone knocked on his door.

"The schedule is up" said the newcomer. "We are on call again."

Syaoran nodded vaguely and closed his eyes.

"Kenji wants to go to the movies. Meiling called me" he added "I haven't seen my son in over a week"

Eriol gave his friend a pitiful look and sat opposite him. He had several folders in his arms, mostly medical records of their patients. He left them on the desk and picked out a blue one.

"We have a problem" Eriol said all of a sudden. Syaoran had straightened up in his chair and looked at him with tired eyes. "We have a Jane Doe in the ICU and the police needs us to identify her."

"Did you try dental records, lab tests, blood tests?"

Eriol nodded.

"I've found nothing. Is like she doesn't exists at all"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, or so I confirmed the nurses, but what surprises me is that, although they found her on the site of the accident, her body presents other injuries: bruises, cuts, and even a gunshot wound. She has several bruises on her face and a broken nose, but that was already fixed with a minor surgery."

Syaoran growled.

"How much time do we have to find her identity?"

"A couple of weeks, but the police can't get near her as long as she is hospitalized."

Syaoran was silent for a minute, his mind in several places at once. Finally he stood up and took the folder from Eriol.

"Let's go see her."

The hospital hallways were swarming with people. Doctors, nurses, relatives went from side to side. Some doctors would stop to greet Syaoran and a few others to report the progress of their patients. He answered them without slowing down at all, wanting only to settle the issue of the unknown girl and lock himself in his office to get some sleep. Eriol took him through several corridors to the ICU, where a somewhat disconcerting silence reigned. They stopped at the last door of the hall and entered a small room with white walls. The windows had the curtains drawn and at the table next to the computers controlling the vital signs of the girl rested a vase with flowers.

"Hikaru brought them; he said that it seemed like the right thing to do." Eriol said, shrugging. "You know how sentimental he is."

"Help me with the review."

The face of the woman on the bed was purple from the blows she had received, but still you could see her delicate features under all the swelling. She had long hair, a light brown rather faded, and an Egyptian eye tattooed on her left wrist. Undeterred, the chestnut lifted the sheets revealing a curvaceous body, riddled with wounds. After a quick glance he located the bullet wound in her upper thigh and a stab in the lower stomach.

"Does she have any internal wounds?" Syaoran asked, sitting beside her on the bed as he pressed gently in the torso area.

"Two broken ribs, dislocated right shoulder, the hand bones fractured and splintered femur. She was inhumanly beaten, but she defended herself pretty well. She hurt her shoulder by firing a high caliber weapon."

"How do you know that?"

"The exact same thing happened to me in my first shooting practice, but I also found gunpowder residue on her skin and clothes."

"Ok."

Syaoran spent almost an hour thoroughly checking every inch of the girl's limp body. And a terrible helplessly indignation seized him. He couldn't stand abuse of any kind, much less to a woman. But at the same time it made him angry, it also filled him with curiosity. For what reason she had been shot and what had led her to shoot back? Why despite looking so delicate she offered the appearance of someone who trained constantly? And the most important question of all: Who was that woman?

"It seems that the ribs are starting to heal, but just in case I want x-rays of the chest, hands and femur, depending on their state I will order a second operation. I also want a complete blood count and a drug test. Oh, and an EEG as well." He covered her again with the blankets and then regulated the serum drip. "Assign Hikaru any of my patients; I'll take care of our Jane Doe."

"I'll have the results as soon as possible." Eriol already had one foot out of the room. "Need anything else?"

"That's all for now."

Eriol nodded and left.

Syaoran stood there for a few minutes, staring at the girl with curiosity and almost dies of a heart attack when she sat bolt upright. She opened her eyes a moment, but he knew she could not see him, and then she fell back on the pillow as if nothing had happened. The chestnut got out of there quickly with the intention of taking her to the scanner immediately. Something was wrong in the mind of that woman.

"Daddy!"

A five year old boy ran as waterspout at the reception, with a red cape billowing behind him. Syaoran caught him in mid-career and lifted him to plant a kiss on his cheek. Moments later they were joined by a woman with long black hair and suggestive figure. Meiling smiled fondly at his cousin and gave him a brief hug.

"I got you a burger" she showed him a paper bag. "No time to cook"

"It's okay, thanks" He put Kenji on his shoulders "Walk me to make the rounds, doc? " He asked his son in that sweet tone of voice he reserved only for him. "Chiharu wants to see you," he added, addressing his cousin. "She's waiting for you in the nurse's station on the second floor".

"I'll go as long as she is telling me that Terada finally proposed, if not I won't even bother" She handed Syaoran the bag. "Don't take too long, tomorrow Kenji has a trip to the aquarium and I have to take him to school earlier."

"Give me an hour."

And with the child on his shoulders he walked back to his office for a few folders and his stethoscope. Kenji took it off as soon as he had the opportunity and began to hear the beating of his own heart.

"Have you had a good time at Meiling's house?" Syaoran asked, walking the halls again.

"Lots and she always buys me candy" he said softly. His father had told him he could not yell at the hospital. "And she takes me to school and to the park and buys me ice cream."

Syaoran smiled.

"That's because she loves you."

"When are you coming home, daddy?"

"Soon, doc, I promise."

They had reached one of the rooms that Syaoran was visiting. He left Kenji on the floor, straightened his cape for him and went inside the room. Several of Syaoran's patients were familiar with Kenji and always appreciated his visit. While Syaoran did his check, he distracted them telling them what he had done that day or telling them his last dream, which almost always had something to do with superheroes.

In half an hour Syaoran had visited almost all his patients, having only one room left in the ICU. He was considering whether to take his son to see the unknown girl, but he really had no time to decide, because they had already arrived there and Kenji had already opened the door. He hesitated in the hall for a second and then went inside and what a genuine surprise was to find her awake with a sketchbook and pencil in hand. Kenji was sitting next to her, not at all affected by her appearance, asking her about the drawings.

"Sorry, my son is very curious" he said, suddenly nervous. The girl had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. "My name is Syaoran Li, I'm your doctor. How do you feel?"

"Like crap." she said huskily. "How long have I been here?"

"Three days." he also sat on the bed. "We found you in the middle of a traffic accident. Do you remember how you got there?"

The girl's eyes went unfocused for a moment and then, after a second of silence, she shook her head slightly.

"I don't know. I know nothing."

Syaoran held his breath for a moment. Amnesia was one of the most unpredictable branches of medicine. It could last for days, years and sometimes a lifetime.

"Can I see that?" he asked more to fill the silence than out of genuine interest. She handed him the sketchbook. In the middle of the page, drawn with impressive fidelity, was the Empire State. "You're very good."

"Thank you. For how long will I stay here?"

"Until you recover completely, they hurt you a lot."

The girl was about to answer, but someone beat her knocking on the door. Meiling's head peered through the crack.

"Sorry to interrupt, Syaoran, I have to take him, it's late."

The aforementioned nodded and stood up.

"Kenji, you heard your aunt, it's time to go."

The boy nodded, but did not move. His eyes were glued to the sketchbook and a concentration aura seemed to emanate from him. Then he blinked several times in a row and woke up from his trance. He smiled at the girl and hugged her unannounced. She remained static for a moment before returning the gesture.

"Don't be scared, onee-chan, that place is far away from here" he hugged her a little tighter. "My daddy is going to take care of you like he takes care of me."

He planted a kiss on her cheek, jumped out of bed, said goodbye to his father and slipped out of the room. Meiling, not knowing what to say, said goodbye too. Once they were alone, Syaoran crossed his arms, unable to understand what had just happened. Kenji was a friendly kid but never approached strangers that way.

"Is it true? What your son said?" asked the girl. "Are you going to take care of me?"

The question surprised him.

"Of course, it's my job." He said, finally.

The girl smiled and moved on to an empty page on her sketchbook.

"My name is Sakura."

"How do you know?"

"That's all I remember."

BIOCORP, NEW YORK. USA.

EIGHT MONTHS AGO

[21:00 HRS, CONFERENCE ROOM]

"We have discussed several times the performance of this project. None of the subjects can resist the drug, much less the training." the woman ran a hand through her blond hair and sighed. Her name was Irina Black and she was the head of Homeland Security. "We have spent millions of dollars on this and many lives have been sacrificed. How much longer will it take to get results?"

Jonathan Seagal, Biocorp director, let out a heavy sigh. For over a year Irina and the president of the United States had breathed on his neck demanding answers. His latest project had attracted the attention of several organizations and countries and to avoid an unnecessary war, Irina had purchased the rights of ownership of the project. As she said, a considerable amount of money had been spent and a lot of lives were sacrificed, all in the name of science. But his project, which worked wonderfully in prototype, was useless when taken to real scale. Only in the last twelve hours six subjects had died, unable to bear the preparation phase.

"As I have already explained, Irina, I need soldiers, sailors, men and women with great physical ability. I've got only convicts, drug addicts and desperate housewives. Their bodies are too weak to resist a chemical so strong. If you want results, give me some good tools. If we continue like this we will get anywhere."

Irina frowned. Jonathan had pestered her with this issue for over a year, but she couldn't give him what he wanted. The Guinea pigs he was asking for were the elite of the country; one of its most important pillars and to give them away just like that to a scientist with a god complex was the last thing she wanted. But she also had to admit that the project needed to work, many things depended on that.

"And you already know the answer, Jonathan; I can't give you what you ask."

"Then I'll cancel the project."

A third person was watching the scene in bored silence. His name was Kishimoto Akio, a Japanese-American with black hair and blue eyes. He had in his hands the report that Jonathan had prepared for the meeting. He read it four times and had to admit he was impressed. Jonathan had good ideals and the way he conducted his experiments was impeccable and shared with him the need for stronger guinea pigs. With a group of weaklings he would not get very far.

"If I may…" he straightened in his chair. Irina and Jonathan immediately fell silent, "Here our fellow scientist is right, dear, he definitely needs stronger soldiers. And before you start with the same story, I have the solution that will please both of you. How many of our lab technicians are preparing for the examination of the CIA and the FBI? They meet the requirements you impose, Jonathan. . If the goal is to create perfect soldiers, who better than them?" He closed the folder and stood up. "The matrix of your lab is full of those white rats, offer them the opportunity to have an advantage in the exam and they will take the test voluntarily and everything else you want to do to them. But Jonathan, don't get your hopes up, you of all people know that only one of them will survive."

He bid both of them farewell and left the room. Irina also packed up, ready to go.

"Send me a list with the names of your candidates. I'll see that the president approves it."

And without another word, she quickly walked away.

The alarm woke him at three o'clock, just in time for his next round. He stretched in his chair and stood up slowly. He felt much better than before and he had only slept an hour or so. He put on his coat and left the room quietly as not to wake Eriol. The hospital corridors were deserted at that hour, except for the occasional figure of a nurse in the distance. Suppressing a yawn he began his tour routine. He revised monitors, equipment, injuries, and regulated serums, all that with sleep closing his eyes. But as it was happening twice in the day, when he reach the ICU all his senses were put on alert. In all the years he had worked in the hospital dealing with things able to break the most brave of doctors, he had never felt such anxiety when faced with a patient. He had no idea why that woman had disturbed him so much. Perhaps was her resignation to accept that she had lost her memory, because he was used to calm hysterical patients. Everything about her, from her appearance to her behavior was strange. He hesitated outside the door of her room, but finally made up his mind and walked in.

It was the second time he found her awake with a sketchbook in hand. Her face was contorted in a grimace of concentration and the bruises had almost disappeared. That left him a little unsettled. He stared at her for a moment. That was impossible. Just hours ago her face was still swollen and purple. Such a fast recovery was impossible.

"Sakura?" The aforementioned stopped drawing and looked at him. Her green eyes were clouded with fatigue. "It's almost four o'clock. What are you doing up?" That was a really stupid question, he thought.

"Drawing." She turned the book to show him the outline of a huge city covered by rain. It took him a moment to realize he was seeing a picture of Tokyo. "Sometimes I remember things and I draw them, but I have no idea what they mean."

"Have you ever been to Tokyo?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm Japanese?"

Syaoran looked at her closely.

"You have certain traits, but there is some American in you. Your hair color, your eyes, even your height. You're taller than an average Japanese woman."

"What color are my eyes?"

"Don't you know how you look?"

"No."

Syaoran fell silent. Sakura's amnesia was so severe that she had even forgotten her appearance. He sighed. At some point in that conversation he decided to do to the utmost to help her and it was about time he began. He took the sketchbook from her and placed it on the table, then pulled the sheets and had to restrain himself from screaming. The stab was just a scar and the bullet wound was on the same path. He even dared to believe that her bones were perfectly healthy.

"Come to the bathroom." He said shakily.

He helped her get there and covered her eyes with his had so she couldn't see herself in the mirror.

"Take it easy and don't be scared" the girl nodded firmly. "Well, this is you, Sakura."

He removed his hand from her face and took a few steps back. Sakura stared at the full length mirror, from her long brown hair to her feet. Several minutes passed while Sakura stared at her reflection. Apparently she didn't recognized herself. It was going to be very difficult to help.

"I have a tattoo?" She asked, pointing to her left wrist. "What does it mean?"

"It's the all-seeing eye, an ancient Egyptian symbol that protects its bearer from bad energies."

Sakura nodded, but said nothing. She gave herself one last look and left the bathroom. Syaoran immediately followed her.

"How I lost my memory?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out; there are many strange things around you." He sat on a chair as she sprawled on the bed. "Tell me what you remember."

"Places, mostly." She said immediately. "But they are different cities. Sometimes I can recognize the street and what city it belongs to, but most of the time I have no idea where they are."

"Do you remember what were you doing in those places?"

Sakura shook her head.

"I can only see an image, like a photograph."

"Anything else?"

"Voices, lots of voices. Someone screaming my name, someone else gives instructions, and something about a drug dose."

They fell silent. Sakura got off the bed and walked over to the table to take the sketchbook.

"I made something for you." She gave him one of the pages, neatly folded.

Shaoran received the page a little puzzled and opened it. It was a portrait of her, drawing, with Kenji to her left and him to her right, as it had been that afternoon. The detail of faces, clothes, even the shadows was exquisite, and whilst Sakura's face was blank; she managed to draw herself with amazing precision. The expression of his son was of pure rapture, while his showed anxiety and confusion. How Sakura had managed to notice that much was something that eluded him.

"Thank you, Sakura." He slipped the piece of paper in the inside pocket of his robe.

He stood up and walked to the door. He had been there longer than he should have.

"Well, I have to go. If you need anything you can call a nurse."

"All right, Syaoran. See you tomorrow."

"Sure."

When he opened the door of his apartment he expected to be greeted by the radiant smile of his son, but then he remembered that he was with Meiling and that he would have to wait until evening to see him. Well, he was going to take advantage of his temporary loneliness to sleep. He dropped his things on the couch in the living room and went into the kitchen for a beer. He drank half the bottle in one gulp, while trying to order his thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Sakura or that drawing off his mind. After leaving Sakura's room he wandered the halls of the hospital with his brain in shut-down mode. So he was surprised to realize that he had returned to his office and that Eriol seemed to have a good time trying to catch his attention. From that point on everything got blurry until that morning, when he was released from his duties. And that was something to celebrate, because it was the first time in two months that he got the day off.

He finished his beer and snatched another one from the fridge before going to his room. The bed and the rest of the furniture looked abandoned. Only his son's room and the guest room, where Meiling used to crash late at night, looked inhabited. Not caring much about the slight layer of dust he jumped in his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was falling asleep when his phone started bawling. He picked up and took the device to his ear.

"Are you home? I hope so. I have to attend a design meeting at twelve and Kenji's nanny won't come today. I thought about dropping him off with your mother, but I don't have time to go to the mansion and back."

"I'm home, bring him here." He said, his voice overflowing with exhaustion. Maybe he could get Kenji to sleep for a while. "How was the school trip?"

"Pretty good, the staff gave him a turtle and he takes it with him everywhere. I took the liberty to buy a little cage and stuff. I know that you hate animals, but you'll have to suck it up. See you in a while"

The line went dead.

He left his cell phone and beer aside and sat with difficulty. He was about to faint and with Kenji in the house anything could go wrong. It was at times like that when he considered getting an indoor nanny or in the worst and most unlikely of cases, a wife. Being a single parent was disgusting. And although five years have passed since his fiancée left him, he still had a hard time accepting the truth. A year after that she came back with a baby in her arms. There was no doubt it was his son and to remind him of that, she left the baby in the living room and left before he noticed. And God, it had been difficult. Dividing between the hospital and a newborn tested his patience and mental strength. He taught himself to care for another human being and learned to control the panic that gripped him when his son was in danger. And he also learned what it was to live for somebody else.

He ran a hand over his face and went into the bathroom. He stayed in there for ten minutes and was finishing getting dressed when he heard the front door open and the familiar laughter of his son.

"Syaoran." That was Meiling, who sounded somewhat agitated. "There you are," she entered the room and took a quick look. "Tomorrow I can't stay with Kenji, we have problems in the office and the boss needs all of us there."

"And what about Karin? Can't she help me?"

"She has a very important test coming up; she hasn't left her house for two weeks now."

"I'll call my sisters to see if they can help me, if not I'll have to bring him to the hospital with me."

Meiling nodded.

"I'm late." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "If I leave early I'll pick up the little monster and watch over him until you're free. I love you."

Meiling was gone by the time he got to the living room. He sat next to Kenji, who was playing with his turtle. Shaoran kissed him in the head.

"What are we doing today?" Syaoran asked, stifling a yawn.

"Movies?"

"Okay. And what do you want to eat?"

"Pizza!" Kenji screamed.

Syaoran chuckled and while he ordered the pizza he went to the kitchen to get a soda for Kenji.

"That's it; your pizza will be here in half an hour. Want anything else, doc?"

"No, Daddy" he was playing with the little turtle. The animal went from side to side in his little cage, putting his head in the water and then hiding it inside the shell. "You have to go to the hospital tomorrow?"

Syaoran sighed. He needed a nanny urgently.

"Yes, but guess what."

"What?"

"You're coming with me."

"Yay!"

Kenji left the turtle and started jumping around the room. Syaoran's phone suddenly started to ring. After forcing Kenji to sit down, he picked up.

"Good afternoon, Li-san. Sorry to bother you on your day off, but something happened with one of your patients and I thought you should know."

"What's up, Chiharu?

"I was given the results of the tests you ordered on your Jane Doe, but something is wrong. The fractures are gone; there is not the slightest damage to her bone structure. Even her blood is clean from toxics."

"Are you sure those tests are right?"

"Yes, I even went to do a review in person. Li-san, Sakura-san looks perfect. She has no bruises, no scars, nothing. Even the nose job she got is altered."

Syaoran was silent for a minute. What the hell was going on? It was impossible to recover that fast from that kind of injuries.

"Burn the file and attend Sakura personally, I don't want anyone else to see her until I do."

"Do you want a copy of the file?"

"Yes, keep it in the safe in my office."

"Understood, Li-san."

Syaoran left the phone on the coffee table and buried his face in his hands. What the fuck was going on? How could a rib fracture or a gunshot heal in less than five days? That kind of physical regeneration did not exist and went against every natural law. How?

"Daddy, the bell."

Kenji's voice broke into his thoughts. He sighed. He would have to wait until tomorrow to find out exactly who was Sakura.

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