Chapter 2: Sigma

Sakura's POV

I leaned back away from him and glared as best as I could, my heart racing and my face flushing again, "Back off stranger." He did and I felt the loss of heat and sudden disappointment, which made me more irritable and confused even more. Time for another shot. I waved to Rika, signaling my glass was already empty and tried but failed to ignore the man beside me.

"You have no idea what you just walked into, don't you?" He muttered angrily, mainly to himself than me as he faced forward and ordered himself a drink. I swigged my 10th shot and banged the glass on the counter harder than I wanted to. I heard him sigh and felt my temper rising even more.

"And what pray tell did I just walk into-" I lined up my 10th glass and waved to Rika for the promise free drink, my vision starting to blur and my head beginning to throb but I'll be damned if I don't get that free drink.

I didn't see him move but suddenly he was there, gripping my raised hand and pulling me up until we were chest to chest. He loomed over me and I should have been afraid but I wasn't. He looked at me with a weird expression on his face, "You're not having any more."

With that, the moment was broken. I shoved at him with my free hand, "You don't get to tell me that strang-"

"Syaoran, The name is Syaoran."

"Well, Syaoran-" I emphasized his name with a poke to his shoulder, "I will have one more drink and like that creep earlier, you're going to disappear and leave me alone." I noticed him still holding my hand and I snatched it and sat back down. Rika moved over and was about to pour me another shot when she glanced at Syaoran. She sighed and stopped before turning towards me and said with apology, "I'm sorry miss but can we rain check on the free drink?"

"What? Why?" Damn this was so unfair. This night's turning out for the worse and I haven't even seen Tomoyo's mystery man. I looked accusingly at Syaoran while he shrugged his shoulders. Why would Rika listen to him? Unless..

"You can't be, no, are you Tomoyo's guy?" I stared at him suspiciously, not liking the feeling of dread creeping in. As if I would care if he is. As if I was jealous.

"Tomoyo? You know her?" His brows came together looking confused.

I felt an invisible punch to my gut, so he really was Tomoyo's guy. I hate this. I hate why I felt so possessive and jealous of a guy I haven't decided whether to hate or like and I most definitely hate that I'm not getting my free drink. Time to call it a night. I asked for the bill and decided to just ignore him. Ignore the man confusing my ovaries, that will solve the problem.

Of course he wouldn't have it, "How do you know Tomoyo?"

I sighed, guessing he won't stop bugging me until I answered him, "She's my room mate. I moved in a couple of days ago."

"Ah, so thats why." He was staring at me thoughtfully then his eyelids lowered, "Face like yours babe, I'd never forget it."

I sucked in a breath and turned my head away, "I'm not going to help you cheat on my room mate, so stop flirting with me."

He tilted his head, "You mean Tomoyo? She's just a friend." Then he raised his eyebrows, suddenly realizing my change of mood earlier, "You went icy on me... because you thought I was with her." he said with a grin. Damn his dimples.

"Don't flatter yourself." I glanced at the clock above me, 1:00 AM. So late already, I should really go back. My head feels like it's going to burst. My hand unconsciously rubbed my throbbing head. "Why did you stop me from drinking?" I find myself asking.

"Because you're not having any more." He stated in a matter of fact tone. Like that would explain anything.

"Thats what you said, but why?" I pushed, not convinced with his answer.

He paused before answering, "Hm, because I said so." Because you're mine. I heard it differently in my head. I'm fefinitely drunk.

I shook my head, "Why did Rika listen to you? You own this place?"

"No"

"The manager?"

"No, that's Eriol. I'm guessing that's Tomoyo's man." He answered with a smile, obviously remembering my discomfort at thinking that he was.

"I don't get it." Why would Rika listen to him?

He didn't offer an explanation and just stared at me again. I suddenly remembered what he said earlier, the alpha and wolves phrase. Must be some sort of code.

"You're mafia aren't you." I glanced uneasily at the tattoos running down the length of his right arm.

One of his lips curved and he was sporting a sexy smirk "Not quite."

"Whatever, I'm tired." Damn. I don't think I can drive. I have to call a cab. I fished out my phone from my other pocket.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly, only realizing now he didn't ask in the first place.

I rubbed my aching forehead, inhaling and exhaling, "Sakura, Sakura Kinomoto."

"Sakura" He tested out my name and I felt myself shiver, momentarily forgetting my pounding headache.

"Right. It was nice meeting you stranger." I turned away from him, ready to call car service when he grasped my upper arm to stop me from leaving. I looked at his hand then to his face. "Let go, ghad, what is wrong with you?"

He spotted my car keys hanging from my jeans and he grabbed it, slinging my arm around his shoulder, his other arm snaking around my waist. "Stop it. This is harassment. I'm going to sue." My words were starting to slur.

"You're smashed. I'm taking you home." Home? Did he mean my home? Or his home? I struggled weakly as he made his way outside the bar. Several of the customers looked up at us but none of them raised a finger to help. Christ, something is definitely wrong with the people here. They took one look at Syaoran and minded their own business. Definitely mafia.

"Your car?" He suddenly asked, breaking my concentration on his face.

"One on the far right." He spotted my ride, his mouth turning up then he mumbled lowly, "Sexy."

I felt myself blushing. A lot of guys who take a look at my car get discouraged, saying big cars like the one I have don't suit girls like me.

"Syaoran." A male voice said from behind us. I jolted slightly before turning to see who it was. A nice enough looking guy with the same build as Syaoran but smaller and leaner, with black hair and small Chinese looking eyes. "We have trouble."

Syaoran didn't even bat an eyelash and continued walking to my car, "I know."

Soon, the parking lot was getting filled. A number of people trailing behind Syaoran and me. Where the hell did they come from? Syaoran opened the passenger car door, sliding me in gently, tucking his hand under my chin and turned my head towards him, forcing my gaze to meet his. In a commanding tone, he firmly said, "Do not leave the car."

And because I hated being told what to do, even though I knew I couldn't possibly walk around by myself, I bristled "You can't order me around."

"You don't want to argue with me on this one babe. Don't. Leave. The. Car." He said with more emphasis.

"And if I do?" Just to spite him.

"You don't want to know."

He shut the door before I could make a retort when I saw a bunch of motor bikes arriving, big ominous men riding them. The one leading them had jet black hair. He had a scar running down on one of his eyes, red devoid of emotion. His mouth was set with grim determination. To do what?

"You're in our territory Fuzen." Syaoran's voice grumbled, loud and filled with rage.

"Not yours yet, technically." The man replied. He got off his bike with ease and I noticed he too had a big physique, like Syaoran's, with broad shoulders and bulging arms.

He strolled towards Syaoran, clearly not bothered with the people surrounding them. The tension was so thick you could slice it with a butter knife. What in the world is happening? I clutched my head again. I was regretting those 10 shots now.

The man called Fuzen stopped short in front of Syaoran before tilting his head slightly, deliberately making eye contact with me. "Why are you here?" Syaoran moved, blocking me from Fuzen's sight.

Fuzen smirked, "You know why I'm here. I came to take a look at the last Sigma."

Sigma? What the hell is he talking about? "You had your look, now leave." Syaoran growled low in his throat. The sound almost.. like an animal.

Gah, I'm going crazy. Still, I strained my ears, lowering the windows to hear more.

"Come now, don't be so selfish, keeping her all to yourself." Fuzen stepped towards the car I was in before getting shoved back by Syaoran. He righted himself before shoving back. Their torsos heaving, their gaze blazing. The surrounding people closed in on them, preparing to attack at the slightest unwanted movement of the enemy.

A cellphone ring sounded off, a woman dressed sparingly seductively walked towards Fuzen, her arm rested on his chest and she held a phone close to Fuzen's ear. It wasn't enough for her to smush herself to Fuzen's side, she was eye fucking Syaoran too.

If Fuzen was listening to the person on the other line, he didn't give it away. He continued the stare down between Syaoran and him for a moment then he stepped away, snapping the cell phone shut and tossing it to the woman beside him.

"Today's your lucky day." He said turning towards his bike.

I could see Syaoran's shoulders still heaving, possibly from restraint.

"I'll meet the lady miss some other time then." Fuzen smiled coldly at me and I felt myself shiver, different from what I felt with Syaoran. He swung his long legs over his bike, "Your father sends his regards Syaoran. You have any words for your old man?"

Syaoran paused briefly, glancing at me before turning towards Fuzen, "She's mine." Announcing it loud enough for everyone to hear.

Did he mean me? Crazy son of a-

"Ah, well, she's mine too apparently." Fuzen replied, "I guess we're at an impasse."

"No. There is no impasse." Syaoran seemed to grow bigger, his hair longer. My vision started to cloud, the alcohol taking over my senses. I wasn't sure what I was seeing anymore.

"She's mine." He repeated, his voice now inhuman. "And I'll kill anyone who takes her from me." I saw a flash of big brown fur, I heard a deafening roar then I heard no more.

Author's Notes: Well, I'm still up to here. I don't really have the time to write but I'm trying. I have half a mind to abandon writing all together, with studying and work catching up. Well, let me know what you think. RxR.