Summary: She always thought she had bad Karma. Why? Because the man that she loathes the most will probably be the man she spends the rest of her life with. How? Because he was her partner for everything in school. Now? Her roommate and work partner. Law makes things always seem so much frustrating.

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Cupids Chokehold

Entry 8: Case 107


Three days had passed since that thought…dream whatever you wish to call it came to my head.

And to be quite honest it spooked me out quite a bit, y'know?

Like most things however it had gotten pushed to the back of my mind, slowly gathering the dust of time, clouding until one day I will forget it.

Like everything about her… I will forget. I always do.

Instead I have more pressing matters at hand. These include:

The case that is turning out to be a real piece of hard work.

Fujiwara who is hanging off Syaoran like a dead leaf, slut… GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM!

And Syaoran, the main man himself. In all his bask and glory how on earth does he manage to stay so freaking cocky? Arrogant too. And maybe perhaps a bit ignorant but that is only if you are being fussy mind.

"So Kinomoto-san, what is it you would like to know about Tamkaki?" I smiled politely, sipping on the tea I had been offered just over ten minutes ago. Placing the cup on the coaster beside the armchair I waved my hand in the air.

"Nothing really… But tell me, how long have you known Yoshi-san for?"

"For as long as I remember. Tamkaki and I go way back, hell we were best mates even in high school."

"So you know of his ummm… hobbies?"

"Hobbies?"

"You do know that Yoshi-san has been convicted on more than one case for sexual abuse, even rape."

"Ah yes… Tamkaki always truly did disgust me what he done to young girls but he is like family to me… you must understand Kinomoto-san." I nodded thinking the very thought through my head.

Even if Tomoyo, Eriol, my brother, or dad done something I would never leave them, no matter how horrendous of a crime they had committed because I care for them very much.

"I understand Haruhi-san." The young woman's eyes glistened with an un-known emotion as she stood and bowed at me.

"I hope not to be rude but I have a very important appointment I need to attend, could you please excuse me?" I stood from the seat grabbing my coat and bag.

Turning to her, I gave her one final smile.

"Arigatou for your time Haruhi-san." I walked down the patio of the house, decorated by small planters, flowers either pink or purple rimmed with a lace of yellow around the edge.

"Oh and Kinomoto-san?" I stopped and turned on my heel slightly, sighing with annoyance. Really, they ask you to leave then they're shouting things down to you when you are all the way down the bottom of the garden.

"Hai?"

"Onegai…" My eyes widened when I saw the tears run down her porcelain face.

"He isn't a bad person, I beg of you… he just never had someone to love him." I wish I could've said I would make sure he was all right but I couldn't. It wasn't my job. It is strictly forbidden me to promise anyone anything, especially in the world of law and consequence.

I smiled sadly.

"Then when it's all over, love him."

I saw her stutter and look at me in shock but I carried walking away allowing the tears to run down my face.

Reaching into my bag I pulled the blackberry out of my bag dialling the pervert's number.

"Speak to me."

"No."

"SAKI!"

"Yes?"

"I am so glad you called."

"I'm not."

"Aww don't be like that."

"I'll be how I like. I just rang to say there is no info from the best friend."

"None?"

"Except that she is madly in love with him, zilch."

"She's in love with a rapist?"

"What can I say, cupid has ways of biting you in the arse."

"I didn't think falling in love with me was that bad."

"That is because I haven't."

"I'm hurt."

"Good."

"Meet me at Tomeada café?"

"Why?"

"For coffee."

"Because…"

"Because I fancy coffee!"

"Take Fujiwara with you."

"She is coming. That is why I want you to come. Save me PLEASE?" I found it hard not to laugh at that particular moment.

"So I'm there to save you?"

"Yes."

"Nothing else."

"Yes"

"Promise?"

"Onegai my little petal?"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

"But-"

"Be there at 2:30pm on the dot or say bye bye to coffee with me."

"I knew you'd come!"

"Psychic weirdo." I muttered underneath my breath.

"Did you say something?"

"No."

"You did, I heard you."

"Okay then, what did I say?"

"I don't know but I heard you mutter something."

"You have no proof."

"Yes I do."

"What?"

"I'm recording the call."

"You are recording the call?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because I like to hear the sound of your voice." Weird.

"Weird."

"I'm not! I'm sure you do the same!"

"You wish."

"Every night."

"Jerk."

"My Petal! How could you?"

"I opened my mouth and the words came out."

"Why such cruelty, is it the fact that you find it so hard to express your love to me." Yes

"No."

"Awww."

"Yes well… I'll meet you at Tomeada café at 2.30pm on the dot! Not there, tough. I have a case background check we have to do before we even start to thing about prosecuting the convict!"

"Anything for you Saki!"

"Yes, whatever just don't be-" hmph. Ow, ow OW! WHO IN GODS NAME BUMPED INTO ME!

My rear end is now kissing the floor in case you are wondering and oh my god! Is that a… A BROKEN HEEL?

"Oh my! Gomen nesai Miss. I didn't see you there." I looked up. A man in his late forties stared at me; short tussles of light auburn hair covered his light tanned skin, brown eyes hidden behind round glasses.

"Sakura?"

I wide grin broke out onto my face as I leapt onto him in desperation of happiness.

"Otou-san!"


I glanced at the clock, 1.45pm. I should be okay to meet Syaoran in 45 minutes.

"Why didn't you tell me my only daughter was coming back to Japan?" He handed me a cup of green tea, which I took which gratefulness.

"Business trip. Touya is back too." His smile grew bigger as he beamed at me. My heart warmed at the sight of my father. I hadn't seen him in so many years it made my heart ache with guilt. He didn't even know what I was going through just over a year ago.

"That's wonderful! I'll have to organise a dinner party before you go back just like old times." I grinned in response.

Yes a nice dinner with father may bring me back to my sane mind.

"And what about that nice partner of yours, was it Li something?" Maybe not.

Speaking of Syoaran. 2.31pm.

HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!

"Uh otou-san, speaking of which I was meant to meet somebody like a minute ago and I'm kind of late."

I watched a sweat-drop form on my father's head.

"Still the same old Sakura, well you better run. Pop in for a visit later."

Quickly giving him a kiss on the cheek I ran out the door and proceeded to hobble down cherry blossom lane.

What else do you expect one to do with a broken heel?


The main town came into play as I watched many shops go pass me in a blur.

Yes I was hobbling VERY fast.

Turning down the corner of the street I saw a sign light up with the familiar words of which brought me relief. 'Tomeada Café.'

Looking at my watch, I took a large intake of breath. Not close enough.

2.54pm.

Why was I always one to be late?

I THOUGHT I GOT PASSED THIS!

Smash.

Bang.

Crash.

I'll have to apologise to the apple lady later for knocking over her stand.

Running through the doors of the café I came to an abrupt halt.

It was barely full, occupying a few high school students.

Gone.

Vanished.

Oh boy, I'm done for.

Walking towards the counter, a young man of about 19 quirked a shaky smile my way. I sighed in annoyance; I really don't give a damn of what you think of me.

"Sir, could you please tell me if a man and woman of about 25 or 26 were here within the past half hour."

"Kinomoto Sakura?"

"Hai, that's me."

"The young sir asked me to leave you a message, or rather hand you this note."

Note. What note?

Leaning over he handed me a napkin folded into a very small square.

"A napkin?" He nodded, ushering his hand to open it.

Opening it up I resisted the urge to snort.

My little petal.

Obviously you have yet to pass your habit of being late and you talk about me. Hopefully no one decided to kidnap and rape you.

So nice of you to care Syaoran

Fujiwara wished for me to escort her round the mall of Tomeoda. She said she'd like to see what town 'commoner kinomoto' grew up in.

Uh and you? Where did you grow up? Was it not… here?

Don't worry I'm not mad. Better go, Fujiwara is giving me evils. Anyway loves you Saki!

Syaoran.

I read it again.

And again.

One more time for extra measure.

He didn't wait?

He knew I was late.

He let Fujiwara call me a commoner?

Twat.

Jerk.

Li Syaoran…

Prepare to die.


Tokyo Court.

The paper hit the trashcan with a light thud as two figures occupied the dim lit room.

"When okaa-san?"

"Very soon, very soon. Lets just hope that Yoshi-san and Haruhi-san DON'T mess this up."

"I hope you're right okaa-san."

"I'm always right Sayuri. Always. I taught both you and Sakura that did I not?"

"Hai Okaa-san." The older woman stepped towards the moonlit sky that reflected upon the dusty glass window.

"Soon Sakura…soon."


A/n:
NO S+S. HOW COULD I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some development will happen next chapter between them… winkwink. Just remember this is T rated.

Hmmm who is Sayuri? Don't we just love these little mysteries? No? Well see that little purple button in the left hand corner at the bottom… that will guarantee a quicker update.

Thank you to those who reviewed in the last chapter. Also Fujiwara's presence in this story will be known next chapter.