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Chapter 2

"Tomoyo! How many times have I asked you to not film me?" Sakura stomped her foot.

"How many times have I told you that I'm not going to stop, Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo smiled, her camcorder facing the girl in front of her.

The two of them, Tomoyo and Sakura, were in the forest located near the town of Tomoeda in Japan. Two corpses of monsters were lying spread-eagled in front of them.

"Tomoyo, Kaijuu, we're leaving," a person called out.

"Nii-san! My name is not Kaijuu, it's Sakura! SA-KU-RA!"

Ignoring her comment, Touya, her 'nii-san', walked into view.

"Ah! Touya-san," Tomoyo remarked.

"Nice job with the demon, Tomoyo," he said before turning to Sakura, "and you too, Kaijuu."

The brunette smiled fakely before walking up to Touya and stomping on his foot. In reaction, Touya slammed his hand on top of Sakura's head and said, "Good Kaijuu."

At that, Sakura's annoyed aura became murderous. "Tou-ya!" She was about to retrieve her weapons used for demon hunting before someone else walked into the clearing.

"We're about to leave without you, Sakura, Tomoyo," he said.

Sakura's murderous intent diminished rapidly, "Yukito-san!"

"Let's go, Sakura." Yukito said quietly.

"Hai!"

With renewed strength, Sakura grabbed Tomoyo by the hand and dragged her towards where the rest of her group were waiting.

"The rest of the group..."

Sakura recalled... that day. The day where most of her companions had been destroyed.

Originally, there were five clans within the demon-hunters. After the War of Destruction, their numbers decreased to only bits and pieces of the five clans. Sakura and her brother, Touya, were the only original members of the Kinomoto clan, which the only clan in which there was more than one survivor. One clan had been completely destroyed. Yukito and Tomoyo were the only survivors of their respective groups and the only other person who had lived was Eriol Hiiragizawa.

Sakura had no idea why all of them had fates as a demon-hunter, nor had any idea what the demons did but from a young age, all of the five clans were taught to respect and believe their ancestors, despite if they thought whatever they did was morally incorrect. All they learnt to do when they saw a demon was fight to the death.

"Sakura? Are you alright?" Tomoyo's voice snapped her out of her reverie.

She nodded, "I'm fine."

o.o.o.o.o

As the four of them were on the road, Tomoyo suddenly piped up.

"What's our next task?"

Yukito, who was sitting in the front seat next to Touya, who was driving, replied, "That's it for Japan. According to Eriol, there are around another ten in China. After that's done, there will be no more."

"So our next stop is China?" Sakura asked.

"That's right. Eriol's in Hong Kong right now. He was visiting his family when he felt their presence."

"When are we leaving?"

"Right now."

"Ehhh?"

Surely enough, Touya was driving the four of them to Tomoeda airport.

"We didn't have any time to pack or anything!"

"Silly Kaijuu. For a job so simple, we wouldn't even need to pack."

"SA-KU-RA!"

o.o.o.o.o

"Passengers boarding flight number 16 to Hong Kong, please proceed to gate 5."

Many people were staring at the strange group. They had no luggage, wore weird clothes and had an air of death.

"Tomoyo, people are staring at us," Sakura whispered.

"That's because you're so pretty, Sakura-chan!"

"Tomoyo!" The said person giggled.

"Last call for flight number 16 to Hong Kong. Please proceed to gate 5."

"We're off to Hong Kong!" Sakura exclaimed.

o.o.o.o.o

"Oi, Syaoran!"

"What is it, Takashi?"

"There's this girl in town. Her name is Chiharu Mihara. I like her very much but she doesn't even know I exist! What can I do?"

Syaoran sighed. When the Hissori looked up to him for answers, he didn't really mean these kinds of answers.

"All I can say is that you'll be the one down in the dumps because of falling for a human."

"Aw Syaoran! Us Hissori don't feel that sad because of such a mere thing."

Syaoran sighed once more. Takashi Yamazaki was a very dear friend to him, yet his exuberant attitude and habit of lying frequently tended to make Syaoran wondered how he ever made a friend like that.

There was a whisper in the leaves before an older Hissori, Terada Yoshiyuki, hissed, "they're here. The hunters are here."

Syaoran was alarmed at once. Takashi was as well. The three of them dashed around the forest, telling other Hissori of their danger. With their sharp hearing, all of them picked up the moment the hunters stepped foot into the forest.

By the time all the Hissori were warned, the hunters had found them. Immediately, they sprang into action.

There was yelling, terror, anger and death. Syaoran had his eyes opened wide. It was his first time seeing the Kinomoto clan and he was frozen with fear.

There were five of them. All of them looked different but were still the same. Same killing technique and the same smile plastered on each of their faces.

"SYAORAN!" Takashi called in fear.

It happened so suddenly. One of the girls in the group sprang directly at Syaoran, her scythe held high. The weapon plunged downwards, aiming right at his heart. Within the same second, Takashi tackled Syaoran, who was still frozen in fear, to the ground, taking the blow which was meant for him.

"Taskashi!" Syaoran tried to call but all that came out was a strangled yelp.

"What a shame. You had someone else to be sacrificed in your place," the girl whispered quietly.

"You," Syaoran managed to say. He sprang at her, knocking her scythe out of harm's way and placing his hands around her neck. The girl let out a loud choke.

Something in Syaoran's peripheral vision shimmered and he moved to the left to be scraped across the cheek by an arrow. The other girl, the blue-haired one, was holding an bow suspended, a quiver of arrows attached to her back.

"Move out! We'll finish the rest tomorrow," one of the males said.

The girl on the ground closed her eyes and stood up, trying to push Syaoran of her. Before she escaped, Syaoran picked up her fallen weapon and held it against her neck, "You'll pay for what you did to Takashi."

"Oh, so you demons have names. How human." The girl opened her eyes and Syaoran saw himself reflected. Large emerald green eyes, a rare colour for someone who was born in Japan. His blood boiled with anger. The eyes were cold, scorning.

Noticing his distraction, the girl managed to push Syaoran off and she walked away as though nothing had happened.

Syaoran sat on the forest ground for a long time, staring at the battlefield. The male had said something about finishing the rest tomorrow. Syaoran counted the corpses.

"One... two... three..."

There were six. That meant that the five hunters were coming back.

Coming back to kill him and him only.

Syaoran looked at the corpse of his comrade who was lying in a puddle of blood.

"Takashi..."

The blank eyes stared back at him, not seeing.

Syaoran spent the rest of the day digging six separate holes. One body for each hole. He set up broken bits of fallen trees as gravestones and walked away. Hopefully, their resting place would never be destroyed.

That night, Syaoran felt lonelier than he had ever been before. Those emerald eyes haunted him, preventing the spell of sleep to wash over.

That was the day Syaoran vowed to hunt down the girl with the emerald green eyes.

I can't write fighting scenes. Never will be able to. Ah well.

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