Disclaimer: All characters used in Endless Regrets belong solely to CLAMP. They are used here solely for your and my perverse entertainment.
Summary: Stealing has never resulted in more drastic consequences. When Sakura's target turns out to be the great Syaoran Li, she finds herself thrown into a world of chaos, crime and danger; the world of The Wolves. Consequently, she discovers that her regret will be the first of many.
Intended Genre: Romance / Angst / Drama
IMPORTANT Author's Note: Before I receive any comments that say "OMG. U STOLE SINFUL TEMPTATIONS!" let it be known that this is the revised edition. I was thoroughly unsatisfied with where I was going in that story, plot wise. In fact, it was more mindless drabble than anything. I was originally going to leave it unfinished, but was struck with sudden inspiration. If this goes well, I'll tell you who it is.
It's been awhile since I've written, and I can honestly say I've gotten worse if anything. I wish I could be like the many great authors out there who can spit out thousands of words per chapter, but I'm not as talented, so don't sue me.
WARNING: This story contains vulgar, blunt language and sexual references. Please do not read if sensitive or wish to refrain from being corrupted.
Without further ado: The prologue of Endless Regrets
Tonight, they would run amuck.
Tonight, they would cause mischief.
There was no one to stop them – no, no one that could.
Who were they?
They were the Wolves.
By night, they roamed the streets, authority unchallenged. Teenagers gawked, wide-eyed, and eager for an opportunity. Women strutted in their thigh-high skirts, eyeing them hungrily. Those who hated them feared them secretly. And those aware of their notoriety bowed their heads as they passed.
They weren't just a gang, they were the ultimate gang; the fearsome, ruthless and irresistibly handsome Wolves. Oh woe, why was it that all hot guys were either taken, gay or coldhearted gangsters that'd kill you mercilessly?
The man behind it all was none other than Syaoran Li. Known to be of Chinese descent and sole heir to the Li Clan, his beauty was said to be a deadly weapon. It was enough to make a girl swoon, enough to get into her pants without hesitation.
Flanked by his carefully chosen cronies, the group of four was commonly seen dwelling in suspicious pool halls and impossible to access clubs. There was the right hand man and best friend, Eriol Hiiragizawa. Eccentrically dyed blue-hair and brown eyes, the unbelievably horny bastard seemed to have penchant for beautiful women. As he was a year older than his dear friend, he had dedicated his life's purpose to rubbing that fact in his face. Then there was Takashi Yamazaki, an orphan and rebel. Only when he'd mistakenly gotten involved during a fight did Syaoran introduce him into the Wolves' social circle. There his loyalties lay, with the people he'd come to recognize as family. And finally, there was Meiling Li; the raven-haired, red-eyed, tomboy cousin of the Li bloodline. Entirely overprotective of Syaoran and overly enthusiastic in scaring away hopeful women, the feisty teen beauty made a perfect addition to the three already drool-worthy men.
But here, the story begins. Tonight was not just any night; it was the twenty-first birthday of the one and only Syaoran Li. His newly designed tattoo, etched permanently and painstakingly through hours spent on a large cushioned seat, marked the finality of his future. He was the soon-to-be leader of the Wolves and the ancient, widely regarded, Li Clan.
Though seriousness aside, it was his birthday; and he, damnit, was going to have a good time. Hopefully, he wouldn't wreak too much havoc upon unsuspecting innocents.
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"Where the fuck are we going, Hiiragizawa?" The unmistakably irritated voice of Syaoran Li sounded the brisk air.
"Patience is a virtue, Syaoran." Eriol mocked then added, "Just follow me and stop whining." Ignoring the glare that was sent his way, he continued to lead them through the stilled Penguin Park.
"Seriously though, what are we doing in a kid's park at this time?"
Why did both cousins have to be equally impatient?
"It's a shortcut for god's sake! It won't kill you to walk through here!" He sighed exasperatedly.
Getting everyone to Club Circle seemed to prove itself a difficult task. As if they weren't already behind schedule for his surprise party. Syaoran's father had even taken to liberty to handpicking ten worthy "companions" for this occasion! The thought itself had Eriol quickening his pace.
"Wait, what is that?" Takashi piped up, pointing curiously.
They turned to find a dark figure, presumably female, with her head tucked between her knees.
"Probably some bum." Meiling said, rolling her eyes. "Just leave her alone."
But they paid her no heed. Instead, Takashi nudged Syaoran.
"No way." came his curt reply.
"Do it." Eriol urged.
"No fucking way."
"What are you, chicken?" Takashi taunted. When in need, question a man's ego.
"Fine, but if she turns out to be the girl from the Ring or something…" he trailed off, allowing the huddled mass another glance, "I'll kill her, and then skin you all alive." He left his threat lingering, sounding menacing even when the thought was absurd.
He approached her steadily, for fear did not exist in his vocabulary.
"Do you think Syaoran would really skin us alive?" Takashi whispered from a distance.
"Well…" Eriol hesitated. "Yes, he probably would."
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She seemed less frightening as he moved closer. In fact, she looked rather fragile.
"Hey." He called out, but he received no response. Syaoran Li did not take well to being ignored. He took a seat beside her, although making sure to keep his distance. "Hey you." He tried again.
The wind in him seemed to have been spontaneously knocked out as the girl suddenly threw herself into his arms. She sure as hell wasn't as fragile as she looked. Syaoran took a moment to recompose himself, unsure of what to do with a sobbing, hysterical girl clinging onto him. He gestured towards his friends, who in turn found interest in a neatly trimmed bush. Fucking losers.
The girl clung on impossibly tighter. Shit, he could swear there would be permanent stretch marks on his shirt. But there was no need for any words, because in the next moment, one hand had found its way into his pocket while the other shoved him away. Momentarily stunned by the impact, she took the chance and turned to bolt.
But hell, he hadn't taken martial arts for nothing. His arm shot out instantaneously, brushing by her neck. Snagging onto a thin chain, he jerked the miniscule object into his hold. She didn't seem to notice however, because as he tried to reach for her again, he found she was already long gone.
Takashi, Eriol and Meiling were beside him then, confused and slightly anxious.
"What happened?" Eriol was the first to speak.
With a canine-like growl, Syaoran replied: "The bitch jacked my wallet!"
He glanced at the silver chain, still in his grasp, still warm from human contact. 'Sakura Kinomoto – Our Cherry Blossom' it read.
'Well, Sakura Kinomoto, you're about to be a dead blossom. Nobody fucks with me and lives to tell the tale.'
Ending Author's Note: I attempted to leave it short, sweet and to the point. It may not be as noticeable here, but I'm attempting to create a realistic story. There will be no "hot gangster falls for her pretty face and begins to change for love." This story will be dramatic and angsty, of course, with a twist of romance. Sakura has committed a big mistake, a mistake she'll live to regret. There will be tears, there will be regret. Syaoran will be coldhearted, like he is portrayed to be. I don't want to spoil anything, but this will be a mature story and shooting for a completely different direction than Sinful Temptations.
Let me know what you guys think, yeah?
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