A/N: Hi all! Cher here! This is my second fanfic, and I'm pleased with how
well my first story did (I'm not even halfway done with my first fanfiction
and here I am writing another one!). I'm hoping this will do just as good,
or heck, even better! So please read, review, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura equals CLAMP!
(And that was my disclaimer for the entire story!!)
Okay, are you ready for the action/adventure/romance/humor? (Nod your heads!) Okay then!!
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Chapter 1
(Unknown POV)
Downtown, Tokyo, there I was, minding my own business, asking guys off the street if they'd want a night of pleasure for only ten bucks... and provided a place to sleep at night. Unfortunately, all the people I asked turned me down, though I can't understand why! I'm irresistible! That's right! I'm your classic ten-dollar whore!
I enter an all-night diner, hoping to find at least one guy who couldn't refuse me! I didn't last five minutes in there; I was kicked out for touching the manager inappropriately. He said something about a wife and two kids... or something! The moment I step out of that diner, it begins to rain! Just my luck, right? To keep from getting wet, I run towards an alleyway and sit next to a smelly homeless guy. You think that's bad? Wait until you hear what happens next!
So there I am, conversing with an old grotesque homeless man, when suddenly, a shiny black vehicle stops in front of us! A tall, dark, and handsome stranger steps out from the automobile with an umbrella in hand. Maybe he'd like some company for the evening! Well, it turns out he was meeting some chubby British guy there. I overheard the strangest conversation, however.
"I didn't think you'd show, Hiira!" The Englishman replied, pulling the umbrella over his head. 'Hiira!' I thought to myself. 'That's his name? What a gorgeous name!'
"You thought wrong." Hiira replied coolly.
"Where is my money?"
"You know, three days isn't long enough for me to bag five million." Hiira said, looking at the homeless man. He hadn't even noticed I was there! Rude!... wait? Did he just mention something about five million dollars?!
"That's no excuse!! You said you'd have it by this evening, and I want it! So where is it? Where is my Goddamn money??" The Englishman demanded.
"I... okay, I don't have it yet, but I will!"
"Really." The obese man crossed his chubby arms. "It sure doesn't look like you'd have five million dollars! You with your designer clothes and new car... oh no, of course you don't have five million!" It didn't occur to me until a little later that the Englishman was being sarcastic.
"I only have half! But I swear I'll bring the rest tomorrow!" Hiira promised.
"Well! Let me have it!" The massive man ordered.
"As you wish." Hiira dropped his umbrella and pulled out a gun from his trench coat. He fired into the Englishman's chest. Suddenly, the homeless guy next to me jumped up and pulled out a gun. "Freeze, Hiira! You're under arrest!" 'Well whaddaya know?' I thought to myself. The smelly homeless guy was in fact an undercover agent! By the time the undercover agent aimed his gun at HIira, he had already been shot in the chest. There was no one left... except me!
The man named Hiira approached me, but I dashed out of the alleyway and into the pouring rain. He followed close behind, probably because I was wearing stilettos! "Damn shoes!" I pulled off my shoes and ran barefoot on the gravel. It hurt like hell, but it was better than being killed by a psycho! 'Hiira??' I thought to myself once more. 'What kind of name is that??'
Well, to make a long story short, I got away from the bastard and I hadn't seen him ever since, well, probably because I was in hiding ever since that night! It wasn't until the next day I realized I witnessed a crime!! A man murdered two people...
... and I could be next!
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A/N: Short first chapter? I know! I just wanna see how people react to this story, and if I get negative reviews, I'll stop it before it starts! Yes, yes, an "unknown POV", but ya'll probably know who's POV it was! Well, gotta go!! Please review!!
-Cher
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura equals CLAMP!
(And that was my disclaimer for the entire story!!)
Okay, are you ready for the action/adventure/romance/humor? (Nod your heads!) Okay then!!
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Chapter 1
(Unknown POV)
Downtown, Tokyo, there I was, minding my own business, asking guys off the street if they'd want a night of pleasure for only ten bucks... and provided a place to sleep at night. Unfortunately, all the people I asked turned me down, though I can't understand why! I'm irresistible! That's right! I'm your classic ten-dollar whore!
I enter an all-night diner, hoping to find at least one guy who couldn't refuse me! I didn't last five minutes in there; I was kicked out for touching the manager inappropriately. He said something about a wife and two kids... or something! The moment I step out of that diner, it begins to rain! Just my luck, right? To keep from getting wet, I run towards an alleyway and sit next to a smelly homeless guy. You think that's bad? Wait until you hear what happens next!
So there I am, conversing with an old grotesque homeless man, when suddenly, a shiny black vehicle stops in front of us! A tall, dark, and handsome stranger steps out from the automobile with an umbrella in hand. Maybe he'd like some company for the evening! Well, it turns out he was meeting some chubby British guy there. I overheard the strangest conversation, however.
"I didn't think you'd show, Hiira!" The Englishman replied, pulling the umbrella over his head. 'Hiira!' I thought to myself. 'That's his name? What a gorgeous name!'
"You thought wrong." Hiira replied coolly.
"Where is my money?"
"You know, three days isn't long enough for me to bag five million." Hiira said, looking at the homeless man. He hadn't even noticed I was there! Rude!... wait? Did he just mention something about five million dollars?!
"That's no excuse!! You said you'd have it by this evening, and I want it! So where is it? Where is my Goddamn money??" The Englishman demanded.
"I... okay, I don't have it yet, but I will!"
"Really." The obese man crossed his chubby arms. "It sure doesn't look like you'd have five million dollars! You with your designer clothes and new car... oh no, of course you don't have five million!" It didn't occur to me until a little later that the Englishman was being sarcastic.
"I only have half! But I swear I'll bring the rest tomorrow!" Hiira promised.
"Well! Let me have it!" The massive man ordered.
"As you wish." Hiira dropped his umbrella and pulled out a gun from his trench coat. He fired into the Englishman's chest. Suddenly, the homeless guy next to me jumped up and pulled out a gun. "Freeze, Hiira! You're under arrest!" 'Well whaddaya know?' I thought to myself. The smelly homeless guy was in fact an undercover agent! By the time the undercover agent aimed his gun at HIira, he had already been shot in the chest. There was no one left... except me!
The man named Hiira approached me, but I dashed out of the alleyway and into the pouring rain. He followed close behind, probably because I was wearing stilettos! "Damn shoes!" I pulled off my shoes and ran barefoot on the gravel. It hurt like hell, but it was better than being killed by a psycho! 'Hiira??' I thought to myself once more. 'What kind of name is that??'
Well, to make a long story short, I got away from the bastard and I hadn't seen him ever since, well, probably because I was in hiding ever since that night! It wasn't until the next day I realized I witnessed a crime!! A man murdered two people...
... and I could be next!
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A/N: Short first chapter? I know! I just wanna see how people react to this story, and if I get negative reviews, I'll stop it before it starts! Yes, yes, an "unknown POV", but ya'll probably know who's POV it was! Well, gotta go!! Please review!!
-Cher
