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Shot
Syaoran's POV:
I got out of the car and looked around. Currently, I was on Sparrow Nest Street watching people go in and out of the expansive apartment complex looking for my target. I ran through my information in my head. This building was more like a hotel. There are only about 12 floors and each floor was one "apartment", and each floor was HUGE. This Sakura must be stinking rich. I gave up and decided to use my phone to look up the patisserie that Sakura supposedly owned. My phone was the Iphone 5 and it was wired so NOTHING could track anything. I glanced at the clock in the dash board and I got out of my car. I learned the patisserie was just a few blocks down so I might've well just walked. I pulled my hood over my head and put in some earphones. It looked like I was just listening to music but really the earphones were a device that let me hear really well. The hood wasn't really necessary but my face wasn't really one that was easy to forget. It came in handy when I need to…. persuade my female targets. But…. I quickly took a step back when a dart hit the wall right next to me. Right where I was just standing. I took out my phone and angled it so I could see the thrower. Hmm….a middle aged man with a distinctive blue and red striped scarf. He's either purposely doing that or he is just plain stupid. Either way I followed him at an unsuspicious distance which eventually led us to a dark alley. I stood there for a moment then walked in. It was a dead end. The man in question was standing in front of me with his back to me. I flicked my wrist and let my knife drop from the sheath strapped onto my arm and into my hand.
"Don't even try Syaoran. I have you surrounded," the man said, turning to face me. I paused. How did this bastard know my name? His scarf hid his face so I couldn't tell who it was. He was right about me being surrounded. There were people with guns all around me. Then I realized one more thing. All of my hidden weapons were gone. Even the knife I was just holding! I prided myself as one of the best assassins in Chicago now this dude comes along and steals all of my weapons. Who the fuck was this guy! I heard the shuffling of the gunners shifting their fingers, readying their guns. Simultaneously they all pulled the triggers. I shot out of the alley but not before a gun grazed my shoulder. I continued running until I reached the patisserie then I ducked into the alley next to it. Like the apartment building, it was very expansive looking. The entire front was glass and shaped like a semi circle. There were double glass doors with gold handles and edges. (A/N: I'm describing Mari's patisserie in New York from Yumeiro Patissiere Professional. Love that anime!) Mind-blowing pain ran through my left arm and I grimaced. Black spots danced before my eyes. Shit. I'm about to…
Sakura's POV:
"I'm taking out the trash! You can go ahead and leave!" I shouted to Tomoyo. She nodded from the cashier as we prepared for closing. I gathered up the trash bags and waited for Tomoyo to lock the cashier. She grabbed her satchel and coat then followed me out.
"Sayonara Sakura!" she said cheerfully before running to the bus stop. I waved at her and watched as she boarded the bus. Sighing, I heaved the trash bag into the alley where the trash dump was. When I closed the lid, I stretched my limbs and yawned. Today was another busy day in Clow Café. I heard a groan and froze. It continued and I peeked around the trash dump. A man, probably drunk was sitting there leaning against the wall. He was panting and grimacing as if he was in pain. Then I noticed the pool of blood that was quickly growing next to his unmoving arm. His right hand clutched at a wound on his left arm but the attempt was futile as there was still blood flowing between his fingers. Other than that he looked unharmed. I knelt down by his side and attempted to take a look. He yanked his arm away but for some reason he relented when he saw my face. Something flashed in his eyes when he saw me. Recognition? Relief? I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and tied it around his wound.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" I asked him. He shook his head but he looked like he was about to faint. After I helped him up he really did, falling in a way so his head rested on my shoulder. "Hey, HEY! Hang in there!"
Oh God that was short. I had no inspiration. But I promise that what comes next will be better!
