There was she was. Probably the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. She is sweetness defined. Eloquent, classy, yet approachable….and then there was me. I was not any of those things. Thankfully so considering who I am, and what I do for a living. However, the point is not what I do, who I am, or this exquisite specimen of a person. There is a huge problem and unfortunately, for both this beauty and I, we are royally fucked. Well, not royally, and not fucked per se, but, nope, never mind. We are definitely fucked. Well, she is anyway.

Prologue:

Flashback 6 days ago:

School had finally let out for the summer. This is their last free summer before everyone parted their ways for good. They had been friends since they were in elementary school, and had gone through all of life's ups and downs together. Life was seemingly perfect. However, it would also be this summer that everything would change and everything they knew would be turned upside down.

"Sakura!" yelled a voice in the distance.

Sakura was too busy in her own thoughts, sitting on her favorite bench by the sea. She had grown in her teenage and college years. Her once short auburn hair had grown to the small of her back. Her frame, though still petite had added curves and her long legs accentuated her hourglass physique. Yet, her emerald green eyes still shown with an innocence that one would think would pass after the age of 18. Her green eyes were bright with childlike innocence in a world where that is not typically granted.

"SAKURA!" the voice yelled again, closer this time, causing Sakura to jump off the bench, trip over her bag and tumble to the floor. She looked up, and smiled sheepishly,

"Hey Tomoyo, sorry I was just looking at the ocean. It's so beautiful!" Tomoyo smiled and put out her hand to help her best friend and cousin get off the ground, "Sakura, I swear you will be the death of me. Let's go, we have to go to work or Ms. Kaho will kill us for real this time!"

Sakura grabbed her best friend's hand and smiled again. She brushed herself off and grabbed her light pink pocketbook from off the ground. Tomoyo shook her head at her best friend, and the ran off to the local café, Clow Café, to start their shift. The two girls were as close as they were in childhood and no matter what life's tragedies had beset them, they always leaned upon each other. In Tomoyo's own right, she too had grown up in her own right. She stood tall at a height of 5 feet and 7 inches, her long deep violet hair also at the small of her back, her bangs keeping their dramatic long cut, stopping at her eyebrows. Her physique was petite but more shapely than Sakura, accentuating her larger bust, yet she was perfectly proportional as she still retained a petite waist and an overall hourglass shape. However, in contrast to Sakura's childlike innocence, Tomoyo's violet colored eyes betrayed her knowledge and maturity.

As the day dragged on for the two girls, they bantered with their patrons and enjoyed the dinner rush. After closing the cafe down and being yelled at by Ms. Kaho for being 30 minutes late for their shift again, the two girls started to head home for the evening.

"Tomoyo, we should do something tonight!" Sakura mentioned while on the train heading back to the apartment that the two shared. She was feeling restless after such a good evening at the café and the tips that she had gotten was just begging to be spent. Tomoyo laughed, her cousin could not save money if her life depended on it. However, it was Friday night, and they did make a good amount in tips tonight. Tomoyo had mentally already agreed, but decided to play coy with her cousin, and pretended to think about whether or not the two should go anywhere,

"Well, I don't know Saki, it's been a long day and –" before Tomoyo could finish, Sakura interrupted her "…and it's the weekend so what better way to unwind than by having a drink!"

Tomoyo looked at Sakura questioningly. Sakura had the alcohol tolerance of a toddler. However, she is truly hilarious when she is drunk. Such tough decisions to be made. Tomoyo grinned to herself as she had a truly nepharious thought,

"Well, I suppose we could go…" Tomoyo trailed off as if she was still thinking, and Sakura jumped off the train as they got off of at their stop in joy, when Tomoyo continued her thought, "…IF you let me dress you up" Tomoyo finished sweetly.

Sakura stopped her victory dance and cringed in fear. Tomoyo liked to dress her up the exact opposite of how she liked to dress. Sakura liked to wear sundresses, shorts, jeans, and clothing that was overall comfortable. However, whenever Tomoyo dressed her, well, it was never in clothing that Sakura would ever continue to be comfortable. However, Sakura really wanted to go out, today was the anniversary of the day her parents died and she needed a drink to forget the day happened. She looked over at Tomoyo as they walked into the house, took a deep breath and put three fingers in the air and said with a fake royal accent, "May the odds be ever in my favor."

Tomoyo laughed at her best friend and they looked at the time. It was 10pm, there was one shower, and it was going to take at least an hour to convince Sakura to put on the dress that she wants her to wear tonight. So, she decided to be first in the shower. "Hey Saki –" "DON'T CALL ME THAT TOMO!" interrupted Sakura whining slightly. "I'm getting in the shower first play some good music for us!" Tomoyo finished completely ignoring Sakura's interruption.

Tomoyo knew exactly what today was, and that was exactly the reason why she wanted to dress up her beautiful cousin, and why she was willing to let her drink even though Sakura could not hold her liquor at all. As Tomoyo started the water, stripped her clothes off and stepped into the shower, she could hear Sakura tinkering with their sound system to find the right music for them to listen to. As soon as the water hit Tomoyo's skin, she allowed herself remember what happened on this date, 10 years ago.

She and Sakura were only 12 years old. Sakura was staying at her house for the night because all of their parents were going to a fancy gala and Touya had plans with Yuki, so instead of making Touya cancel his plans, Sakura's parents decided to let Sakura visit with Tomoyo, since she had a nanny. It was a fun night, and she got to dress up Sakura in a bunch of new outfits.

Tomoyo smiled at the memory, 'Sakura always hated it, but she was such a good sport.' She thought softly to herself. As Tomoyo started washing her hair, she closed her eyes and let the memory once again take over her thoughts.

She and Sakura had fallen asleep when they were awakened by her nanny. They were taken to the hospital. There had been an accident. Their parents were in the hospital. Critically wounded. Touya and Yuki were already there. The doctors spoke with Touya first, who stood there angrily and stoic. Yuki tried to comfort him, but he shrugged off his best friend's attempt to comfort him and turned to walk away when he saw us. I knew immediately what had happened and I knew immediately what it meant, but Sakura, she had no idea.

"YOU'RE GONNA TAKE ALL OF THE HOT WATER TOMO!" Tomoyo jumped in the shower, realizing that she was so lost in her own thoughts, she had forgotten for a second where she was.

"WHATEVER! I'M GETTING OUT NOW!" Tomoyo yelled back through the door and immediately cut off the water. She could hear the music playing and smiled. This was their tradition, consciously or subconsciously, they would always do something today to drown out the memory. Usually a movie or dinner or homework, but this was the first summer where they did not have summer classes and they had no other obligations. This time they would live life crazily, just this once.

Tomoyo got out of the shower and Sakura soon entered. As Sakura showered, Tomoyo started getting dressed and before she knew it, Sakura was standing behind her in a towel looking over her shoulder. Tomoyo could feel the droplets from Sakura's hair that was free from the towel on her shoulder. Sakura was 5 feet and 5 and a half inches, however, Tomoyo was sitting at her vanity doing her make up.

"How do you do that? I'm always afraid I'm going to poke my eye out" Tomoyo laughed and replied, "You would, so please, do not ever get close to your eye with this pencil!" Sakura huffed and walked away indignantly, her body shaking from her laughter.

After an hour of begging, pleading, bargaining, and eventual agreement, Sakura and Tomoyo were finally dressed for a night on the town. Sakura wore a dark emerald green colored strapless dress that stopped just above the middle of the thigh. The sides of the dress were made of see through black mesh and showed off her beautiful and shapely figure. She wore her hair to the side, in a thick French braid with small wisps of hair framing her face. She wore minimal make up, choosing instead to go with a natural look. Tomoyo was adorned in a purple dress that darkened and turned black as it went from her bust to the end which stopped just above the middle of the thigh. She wore her hair loose and did her make up in a minimalistic style, but made sure to make her eyes pop by adding eyeliner around the edges. The two girls wore all black heels that wrapped around their legs in a goddess style, which showed off their long and athletic legs.

The two girls entered the club and immediately went to the bar and ordered their drinks. Sakura chose to get vodka and cranberry, while Tomoyo opted for the long island. The two girls thanked the bartender and went out onto the dancefloor.

2 hours later:

They were already in the bar, hanging out in the VIP section. It was not uncommon for them to go out and enjoy the night, it was Friday night and all the college kids were done with school for the summer. He leaned over the bar and looked down, bored and unimpressed. They always looked the same, but hey, why not, it's Friday right? He called out to his best friend, and motioned to the door, it was too loud for words and they had things they needed to do tomorrow. They made their way down the stairs and doing multiple handshakes along the way. He hugged his cousin who was out with her boyfriend and she gave him the look that meant 'be good, for once.' He smirked at her and kept walking. She shook her head, and knew that she was going to be making up excuses for him tomorrow.

They had gotten their drinks from the bar, rum and coke. They always drank the exact same thing, and they headed onto the dance floor. They were looking to have some fun tonight.

That was when it happened. He felt someone push by him, it was too dark and he couldn't see the faces. A few minutes later he felt an ache in his side. He put his hand there and felt the all too familiar sensation of pain and a liquid substance.

"Fucking SHIT" he yelled out and his best friend turned his attention away from the girl he was trying to convince to come back to his room later and looked at him. "Fuck Syaoran, we can never have a good time can we?" Syaoran shrugged and grimaced. The wound was deeper than he thought, as he started to lose consciousness. His best friend pulled out his gun, a glock, from his waist and shot 3 shots in the air,

"NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!" but it was too late, there was mass chaos and people were running, yelling and screaming. However, soon, more shots were fired and a heated brawl began. In the chaos, Syaoran was able to make an exit, but he was losing blood. He leaned against the back of the club and made a call,

"Hey….car…now. Get the doctor too." His vision was getting blurry and his breathing was labored. 'Fuck.' He thought to himself and then it all went black.

In the club, Tomoyo and Sakura were dancing, Sakura already halfway to drunk from her one drink and Tomoyo enjoying seeing Sakura having a good time. When they heard the shots fire, they initially thought it was part of the music, but once the mass chaos started, Tomoyo grabbed Sakura and forced her to take cover. That was when they saw him, he was part of the mayhem. Sakura was no longer drunk and she was instead freaking out due to the mayhem. She grabbed Tomoyo's right arm and tried to slowly inch from their hiding place towards the door, hoping that in the mayhem nobody would notice them. Tomoyo followed her lead, however, she was keeping her eyes on the scene in front of her. They were standing in an almost deadlock, there were guns everywhere and she could hardly tell who was friend or foe in the dark and wondered how they knew as well. Luckily it didn't matter, as they were not paying attention to the two girls sneaking their way to the back door.

Sakura and Tomoyo exited the club, and with their adrenaline still pumping from what happened, immediately tried to distance themselves from the club when Sakura, just as clumsy as she has always been, tripped over someone. She fell to the ground next to him and immediately felt something sticky. She looked at her hands and noticed that it was covered in a dark substance. She looked down at her feet and saw a man, not much older than her, lying on the ground, bleeding.

"Tomoyo, help me!" She called out, and Tomoyo shook her head, "This is not our business, get up and let's go!" Tomoyo replied and held out her hand to Sakura. However, Sakura hit her hand away and stood up on her own. She grabbed the man by his arms and dragged him away from the club.

Sakura just finished her pre-med program. She quickly looked at him and noticed that there was the most amount of blood on his side. She took his shirt off, put it on top of the wound and turned to Tomoyo, "Tomo do you have something I wrap to keep him from bleeding to death?" Tomoyo sighed and shook her head, "Of course not! What the hell do I look like?! We need to go, Saki. Like NOW!"

Sakura looked down at the man, she could not make out his features due to a combination of alcohol, adrenaline, and it being the middle of the night. She continued to apply manual pressure. She moved her leg to allow her to put more weight onto the wound and she the lace of her heels. She took one heel off and took off the straps. She repeated, shifting her weight and arm appropriately on her other foot.

"This is gonna hurt…" She whispered to the unconscious man, as she tied the two piece of straps together in a knot and tied it around his waist, using his shirt as a bandage over the wound to apply pressure.

"I hope someone comes for you." Sakura whispered as Tomoyo grabbed her arm, "Let's GO. You've done your good deed. We can go now!" She urged, and Sakura finally complied, just as lights started to get closer to where they were. The man's eyes opened, unbeknownst to Sakura and Tomoyo, as they fled the scene, leaving Sakura's shoes on the ground.

A car pulled around and someone opened the door, took a look at the man on the ground and said, "Fuck, Syaoran, I told you to stop coming to this place!" Syaoran was scooped up and put into the back of the car. The people in the car looked at the makeshift bandage and the 'doctor' smirked, "Well, Mr. Li, it really must have been your lucky day!" and he chuckled as he started his work on making sure that Mr. Li stayed alive long enough to get back to the facility.

Meanwhile, the girls had gotten home, and Tomoyo berated Sakura for helping that man who could have been one of those people who were shooting in the club. Sakura apologized profusely and even promised to make it up to Tomoyo by wearing another of her creations one day, much to her chagrin. The two girls undressed, took their turns in the shower, went to their bedrooms and were glad that they made it home alive.

However, little did they know, not only had they witnessed too much, they had the audacity to save the life of one of the world's most dangerous underworld leaders.

(A/N: I know that this is a little boring of a chapter, but the first one tends to be, in order to set the stage. I hope that you guys stay for the next chapter! BTW...

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever (unfortunately), own CCS or any of its greatness. I'm just a poor writer, using these characters as I please in another place and world. )