Hello there! This is my very first CCS fanfic. This was supposed to be longer, but destroyed my manuscript. You owe me a meal at McDonalds, man! Don't worry, I love CCS as much as you, so it will get better. R&R please!
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS. I just manipulate them to my hearts desire (evil laugh)
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"Why her?"
This confused question came from the young man wearing green robes, standing in the middle of a dark room. He faced a raised dais seating six old men, all wearing flowing robes with the symbol of ying and yang embroidered in the front. At both ends of the dais were tall bronze cups engraved with dragons, holding burning incense, filling the gloomy chamber with the smell of sandalwood.
Even though the man in green posed the question at the men seated in the dais, his narrowed eyes were focused at the screen behind them. It showed a laughing young woman playing with kindergarten children. Although the kids called her 'sensei', her bright green eyes, curling auburn hair and cheerful smile made her look no more than a kid herself.
:"As of now, we too are at a loss as to what this young woman's use is to the organization." replied one of the old men, this one wearing black robes trimmed with gold, his long frail fingers caressing his long flowing white beard.
"But even so," the old man continued. "you must protect her or all will be lost."
"Why me?" questioned the young man.
"Do you doubt your abilities? You are the only one capable of this mission."
A pause.
"I understand. I accept." He replied coolly. With a bow to each of the elders, he left the room.
"Are you sure about this, Elder?" a woman, hidden by a curtain questioned.
Elder smiled slightly, sifted his fingers through his beard, then turned to watch the young woman on the huge screen behind him.
"Yes." he replied softly. "It is meant to be."
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The young man garbed in a black sweater and dark jeans leaning against the brick wall blended in with the throngs of people milling through the busy street perfectly. Though his posture was relaxed, his eyes were narrowed behind his dark glasses, staring intently at the woman seated next to the clear glass wall of McDonalds across the street. He watched her laugh out loud, a small cellphone glued to her right ear.
"Kinimoto Sakura, kindergarten teacher at Happy Peach Preschool, twenty-two years old." he said beneath his breath.
"He remembered her. They had been classmates in grade school for two years, when the Elders sent him on his first mission outside China. He was seated behind her during those two years; she had short hair back then. But the soft auburn hair, animated green eyes and wide, ready smile were the same, only now more refined, womanly.
The cute girl had turned into a pretty woman, he thought with a wry smile.
He pushed both hands into his back pockets, bent his right leg at the knee, then placed his foot flat on the brick wall, thinking about the other information the Elders had managed to glean about her.
Her mother, Kinimoto Nadashiko, worked as a model before she died at the young age of 27. Her father, Kinimoto Fujitaka, never married again. He worked as a history professor at the University. He was currently in Ethiopia, invited to study a rare archeological find. Her brother, Kinimoto Touya, was an airline pilot, out of the country for months at a time.
His lips twisted. She was all alone. Even her bestfriend, Daidouji Tomoyo, was out of the country, attending a seminar on Filmmaking in Paris.
He knew that the whole thing was part of the plot to kill Kinimoto Sakura.
His jaw tightened. Bastards.
Suddenly, almost as if she were attuned to his feelings, he saw Kinimoto frown mid-laugh, then turn her head to the right, directly at him.
He saw her eyes widen, then darken with apprehension. And yet, she didn't look away. She cocked her head to the side, like a little owl, as though she were trying to see through his dark façade.
With a cynical smile, he inclined his head to her in a mocking half bow. His smile widened as he saw her mouth tighten, signaling her displeasure. She raised her chin a notch, meeting his gaze head-on.
She has a stubborn chin. The unbidden discovery startled him, made him smile genuinely. He thought he was to protect a laughing smiling airhead. But that stubbornly raised chin was like a challenge.
He loved challenges. Thrived on them.
And he always won.
He nodded to her before walking slowly away.
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