Oniichan, the boyfriend killer Chapter 14: Mika scheme, a card captor sakura fanfic

Chap. 13: "Mika's scheme…"

With a sigh, Sakura rolled over in bed only to realize that Syaoran wasn't present. She glanced around the room, noticing he wasn't even in the room. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she glanced at the clock to find it was exactly seven in the morning.

Groaning, she rolled over wondering why she had woken this early! She exhaled deeply, finding herself unable to go back to sleep. Sitting up, she tried to bring order to her hair, slowly standing from the bed in one of his oversized shirts.

After ensuring she didn't look like a complete wreck, she left the room, walking slowly for the front of the suite. "Syaoran?" she called out, softly, her steps quiet against the floor. Coming to the living room, she paused finding him on the balcony, doing what appeared to be tai chi or some variation.

She stood beside a cart of fruits and breakfast dishes, watching closely as she placed a strawberry into her mouth. His movements were precise, yet held fluidity as he transitioned from one to another. Seating herself quietly, she watched him, finding everything was beautiful about him.

As she fell asleep in his arms last night, she remembered thinking that she would rather be nowhere else. it was staggering that she found herself feeling so much in such a short time for someone. To her he was perfect—there was no other way to explain it.

Thinking about his sweet kisses alone warmed her soul. Hearing the front door open, she turned, standing instantly from her chair when Wei and an unknown woman walked through. The newcomers paused staring at Sakura, who grew incredibly self-conscious knowing she was hardly appropriate.

"Oh—we didn't realize Xiao Lang company," Kaho stated first, glancing over the young woman in front of her.

"I—ah," she started, not really knowing what she was supposed to say. She did not look at Syaoran, when he appeared at her side.

"Kaho, Wei, this is my girl friend, Kinomoto Sakura," he introduced, calmly, enjoying their surprised expressions.

"Oh—hello," Kaho greeted, getting over her shock.

"Kinomoto-san," Wei inclined his head, making his daughter do the same.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sakura said, finally finding her voice as she too bowed in respect.

"I washed your clothing, go shower and I will bring them in for you," he suggested, hand caressing her back.

"Okay," she nodded, before quickly disappearing. Kaho watched her leave, before she looked at Syaoran and raised a brow. Ignoring her, he focused on Wei, using the towel he had to wipe his forehead clean.

"Your mother will be in tomorrow," Wei informed, making him grimace…

Touya…

When the doors crashed open, people moved out of the way, averting their eyes as he stormed through the entrance. His office door rattled on the hinges, and he didn't turn around when his door opened to reveal Yukito, "What's happened now?" he asked, with worry.

"He. Is. Back." Touya stressed, but found Yukito didn't understand. "The guy Sakura is messing with—he is back because she didn't come home, and I know for a fact she wasn't with any of her sisters or grandmother," he explained, making his best friend nod, saying a silent prayer for Sakura and her guy friend.

"You aren't going to do anything crazy are you?" Yukito asked, seating himself.

"No burying alive," Touya stated, scowling, "I just want to break a couple of bones. She is the baby—the thought of some man touching her—," he shook his head not wanting to conjuring up such disturbing images.

"Take a deep breath," Yukito suggested, feeling sorry for his poor friend. "How are the others doing?" he sighed, watching Touya's angry expression drop to sadness. "They still aren't talking to you?"

"No, and Chiharu is still packing," he grumbled, miserably. "How am I supposed to keep an eye on her with her so far away?" Yukito wished he would see how his attitude was forcing them away from him, but he knew only Touya himself could bring about such a change.

"You're not supposed to keep such a close eye, Touya," Yukito smiled, with a sigh. "Are you ever going to willingly give a man the right to date any of them?" he inquired, standing from the chair when he glanced at his watch.

There was a knock on the door, "Come in," Touya called, before turning his eyes to Yukito. "I've known you since birth Yukito, and I wouldn't give you permission. I'll give no man permission—I don't care what he does," he informed, scowling, before it disappeared when he focused on Jun, who was standing in the door staring at them. "Not even Jun," he joked, losing his expression. "What's up?"

"The vehicle is ready," Jun informed, softly, pushing down his emotions. He would wait for Touya to return before pleading his case. He would handle the situation with the boy, then he would make Touya see how serious he was about Tomoyo, and how willing he was to help protect the sisters.

There was nothing else in the world that Jun wanted more than to be a part of Touya's family. From since he could remember, he had been in love with Tomoyo, but before he had the chance to ask permission, this Eriol showed up. He was glad Touya had gotten rid of him, because he had been plotting as well. No one but him knew how to take care of her—he had been doing so for a very long time.

"Okay, I hate having to go to Hokkaido for this conference," he sighed, wearily. "Make sure the two of you watch that Lake so he doesn't do something stupid," he instructed, glad that Naoko was still giving the American the cold shoulder. He knew he could count on her.

As he was about to enter the hallway, he prepared for it, "Touya!" came the high pitched scream, before a body jumped towards him. quickly, he ducked, making her fly over him, but he as he turned in the direction she flew, he saw her skillfully catch her balance on her tiptoes, spinning around with an evil little smile.

Her arms stretched out again, "knock it off Lake!" he hissed, bitterly, but she giggled as though he said something cute to her.

"We're going to be late for our flight," she flirted, blowing him a kiss. Touya fought down his reflex to dodge it, and stared blankly at her.

"What?"

"I'm going to the conference too—see you in the car!" she chirped, floating away on her tippy toes.

"Damn it," he whispered, with narrowed eyes.

"I'll pray for you," Yukito chuckled, easily brushing off Touya's glare. He watched his best friend mumble incoherent phrases he knew were curses, unable to hold back his smile. it was going to be an interesting flight…

Seeing someone enter the bookstore, Mika glanced left and right, before going across the street. He and Eriol were still the odd men out since as their two sisters were proving difficult in persuading for a second chance.

Before reaching the door, Naoko appeared and latched it, "Aw come on, Naoko," he whined, staring into her angry brown eyes. "Can't we walk about this?"

"There is nothing to talk about," she hissed, glaring at him. "Go away!" she pulled down a newly installed blind. She had also changed her locks and used her alarm system to dissuade him from breaking in. He had a feeling she would watch happily as he was hailed away by police.

"I'll be back after work!" he called, frowning. With Touya gone for a couple of days for this conference, he would be in charge of continuing the training. He knew it was only a matter of time, before he was called back to real work, and he didn't want to leave on such a sour note with her…

Sakura…

"He wants you to meet his parents?" Sakura gasped, in surprise.

"Yeah, I know. I'm so nervous," Rika informed, though sounding extremely happy. "He's amazing Sakura."

"Sounds like it," she giggled, walking across the recreation center field. She heard when her sister exhaled deeply, "Then why the call?"

"They would like to meet Touya since as he's the elder in the family. His family is sort of traditional in a way," she explained, not seeing Sakura grimace. "He's going to embarrass me, and then they won't want me anywhere near their only child."

"Oh Rika, maybe we can all threaten him into compliance like Mei Lin did at the church," she suggested, staring at Touji's mother, who was speaking with Kumiko. "Though you won't be able to ask him."

Why?" she asked, confused.

"He has that conference in Hokkaido," she reminded Rika, who had completely forgotten.

"Oh right," she murmured, thoughtfully. "Mhmm, I have an idea. I'll talk to you later," she chirped happily.

"Fine," Sakura agreed, when Kumiko waved her over. "Good luck at practice—love you."

"Thanks. Love ya. Ja."

"Sakura, darling, have you heard from Touji?" Kumiko asked when she walked up to them. "His mother hasn't been able to get in touch with him since yesterday."

"Oh, he was at my game last night," she answered, softly, wondering if he was okay. "We had planned to go out to dinner, but he never showed up at the parking lot where we were supposed to meet. His car was there though—I left him a message," she explained, hoping nothing had happened to him.

"If you hear from him, can you please tell him to call us?" his mother questioned, worriedly.

"I will," she nodded, slowly.

"I'm going to check the school," she told Kumiko.

"I'm sure he's fine. Maybe he partied a little too much last night," she reasoned, trying to be helpful. Wearily, she turned her eyes to Sakura, "I guess it's unlike him not to call or show up at home." Sakura nodded slowly, watching her disappear through the door. ..

Downtown…

The roar off a bike echoed through the street, when a gray and black Ducati turned onto it. Slowly it made its way down the business section of Tokyo. Parking outside a large office complex, the rider removed the helmet, lifting her annoyed crimson eyes to the fifth floor.

Grumbling under her breath, Mei Lin strapped her helmet and jacket down, then adjusted her backpack. Walking off in biking boots, faded jeans and a white shirt, she brushed her long braid of her shoulder, wondering how she was going to issue punishment to her annoying hus—eer Chan.

Resting against the elevator wall, she exhaled slowly, wondering how she was able to play house with him so easily. He had threatened her into marriage with him in return for not pressing charges against her brother, yet she didn't hate him.

Lifting her eyes, she stared at her reflection wondering if she enjoyed him merely because he had gotten through her brother's traps. "That's a dumb reason," she whispered, when the doors opened. She paused slightly taken back finding a line of men lounging comfortably against the receptionist's counter. She didn't even know if there was a poor woman hidden behind the wall of jackets.

Pulling out her confidence, she stared all of them down exiting the elevator. "I'm looking for Chan Jamie," she stated, focusing on the middle one to answer her question. All the men present grew smiles as the middle one lifted his hand to point to the left.

"Third office," he grinned, forcing her to suppress her urge to roll her eyes. Obviously they had nothing better to do. Walking away, she pushed down her anger feeling their eyes penetrating her figure. Rounding the corner, she came to his door, but instincts told her to look back, only to find all of them staring at her.

As she went to knock on the door, it opened to reveal Jamie, who was smiling as well. Without a word, she entered the office and slammed the door shut, "Darling," he smiled, handsomely, laughing when his file smacked him in the face.

"Was this some kind of ploy to show me off to your stupid office buddies?" she hissed, spinning around to shut his blinds due to the numerous peering eyes.

"I missed you," he cooed, only to have her growl in response. "You're giving them ideas," he inputted, only to have her whip around with rage in her eyes. A smack echoed through the room when she swung her hand, "Ouch, Mei Lin!" he complained, rubbing his arm.

"Bother me again on my day off and I promise—you will sorely regret it," she threatened, growing even angrier at his widening smile. When his hands pushed deeply into his pockets, her eyes inadvertently followed them, only to land on his crotch. "Ugh damn it!" she cried, spinning around to leave his office.

His arms wrapped securely around her, preventing her from escaping like she desired. "I didn't mean to bother you, but I knew this was the only way to get you down here," he reasoned, drawing her back slowly into his office. "Have lunch with me?" the sweetness of his voice, stirred unwanted emotions in her body.

A shiver rippled through her when his lips pressed to the delicate flesh on her neck. Her lids slowly lowered as she prepared for more—damn it, he was good! She jumped a little at the ringing of her phone. She sighed knowing it was Rika, "I have to get this," she whispered, sounding reluctant.

"Go right ahead," he replied, before he promptly continued nuzzling her neck.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to ignore him.

"Mei Lin, I need a big favor from you."

"Mhmm?" Jamie could overhear Rika's voice, but tried not to eavesdrop.

"I'm going to invite Alex's parents over for dinner tomorrow because they want to meet Touya and you know my family…" Hearing this, he couldn't help but perk up, wondering if Alex was completely out of his mind to offer up his parents to the beast. "I know he isn't going to be in town, so I'm going to invite them over, then tell them he was suddenly called away on a very important business trip since as he won't be back until Saturday…"

"Okay…" Mei Lin said, slowly.

"I need you and Chi to put up a united front so they see that we're a well—err decent, traditional family," she explained, sounding rushed.

"You want us to lie?" Jamie paused in his kissing, hearing the change of tone in her voice.

"Mei Mei, I need this! Please, they don't need realize our brother is a raving lunatic until Alex and I are more serious," she expressed, pleadingly, making Jamie laugh. Mei Lin reached up and pushed him roughly away, "Are you busy?"

"No." she turned to glare at her annoying husband. "Are you going to let Alex in on this?"

"Of course—he thinks it's a good idea to keep Touya away for a while longer," she answered, with pause. There was a brief interval of silence, "Mei?"

"Ugh, fine fine!" she agreed, knowing Rika wouldn't stop until she got her way.

"Great. I'll fill you in on the details later. Let Chan-san know as well. Love you."

"Love—you," she sighed, before hanging up.

"My first family dinner, I'm touched," he stated, emotionally, only to have her elbow him in the stomach.

"Shut up," she ordered, turning to look him in the eyes. "How traditional is his family?" she asked, softly, looking into his eyes.

"Very—a little less than Xiao Lang's. it's a good idea to keep your beloved onni-chan away for the first introduction," he answered, calmly, only to have her nod. "They are very nice people," he assured, placing his hand beneath her chin. "And should have no qualms about your sister."

Feeling his lips brush hers, she made no move to show she enjoyed it—not even when his tongue slipped into her mouth…

Tomoyo…

She laughed at the man before her, "trust me, if it's a success I will bow to you," she told a vendor. She was picking up a late order for her boss.

"It will be—I know you have magic in those fingers of yours. All you need is a chance!" he waved with his hand.

"Thanks Jon!" Waving, she used her back to open the door, and found herself on the nosy, crowded Tokyo street. Thinking about the show a week from now, Tomoyo could hardly contain her excitement. Sadly, it was the only form of happiness in her life.

Carrying the box carefully, she head down the street towards her car, the wind blowing a lock of hair over her shoulder. Lifting her eyes, Tomoyo came to a halt when Eriol walked through a door a little ways from her.

Her heart started to pound in her chest as she wondered if this would be the first time they would have a chance to speak since the break up. Her heart yearned to hear his voice. The conversation she had with her sisters was still fresh on her mind.

Swallowing her uncertainty, Tomoyo told herself that she just wanted to know how he was doing. Did he miss her any? Could they reconnect? Her lips parted to call out his name, but at that instant a girl appeared from behind, jumping onto his back.

Her heart felt like it broke when the brown haired woman laughed joyously planting a kiss on his cheek. Even worse, he appeared very happy when he started to laugh at whatever left her lips. The box slipped a fraction from her hands, her body feeling numb with unbearable pain—she did love him after all.

"Tomoyo!" hearing her name startled her, and the box crashed into the ground. Her heart started to pound in her chest, seeing Eriol turn in her direction. She could not allow him to see the pain she was in, and quickly she ducked behind a car.

Hearing her name, Eriol turned glancing at the numerous faces behind him, trying to pick out her beautiful face among the crowd, but he did not see her. He glanced briefly at the box in the middle of the walkway, "What am I going to do without you, Eli?" Fiemie giggled, releasing her hold on him.

"Feel free to continue with the praises," he replied, making her laugh.

"I am serious though," she continued, but realized she didn't have his attention, "Something wrong?" she inquired, with worry. Eriol frowned wondering if he was just hungry for a glimpse of her that he was hearing her name.

"No, it's nothing," he answered, turning reluctantly away. "I didn't do anything Fiemie. You're voice does it all," he complemented, continuing on his way with his cousin…

Jon bent down beside Tomoyo, his face growing alarmed, "Are you okay?" he asked, watching a tear slip down her cheek. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," she answered, reaching up to wipe the moisture away, but Tomoyo knew she was far from fine as the ache in her heart only intensified…

Mika…

A distance from Naoko, he watched her with longing eyes not realizing it. He wanted her back, and was growing frustrated with her lack of advance; therefore, he was taking it upon himself to make her see just how great of a guy he was. He nodded glancing around, lowering himself behind the car as she made way down the dark street to her store.

Because he was hiding, he missed the appearance of Sakura behind her sister, who ran to catch up to her. She wrapped her arm around her sisters', "It's okay," she whispered, encouragingly knowing she and Tomoyo hadn't made up with their guys as yet.

"I know," Naoko replied, happy for the comfort her sister was offering. "I'll be over it soon," she reasoned, but she and Sakura knew that was far from the case. She stared at her bookstore up ahead, thinking nothing of the group of five men lingering out front.

As they got closer, both noticed they drew the attention of the men present. "Oh geez," Sakura thought irritably preparing to act dense.

"Hey what's up?" a man called out wiggling his brows as he walked towards them. The girls ignored him, and he frowned, pushing his hands into his black jeans. "Oh come on, don't you wanna have some fun?"

"Leave us alone," Naoko told him, firmly, but standing a foot and a half shorter than the man she wasn't the least bit intimidating, instead he laughed. When he reached to touch her cheek, she moved back, feeling Sakura's grip tighten on her arm, especially when his friends started forward.

"How about a date?" he said, lowering his face to hers.

"I don't think so," Naoko hissed, narrowing her eyes. When he pulled out a knife from his pocket, she and Sakura released their hold on each other.

"How about now?" he repeated, pointing it at Naoko, who screamed, pushing her hand forward, knocking the knife out of the man's hand.

"Sakura run!" she cried to her sister when the man's eyes watched his knife disappear in the dark ally from the force. "Run!" When he looked back at the tiny woman, he cried out in pain when her palm rammed him in the face, her scream mixing with his at the breaking of his nose.

"Hey!" the others shouted rushing towards them.

"No!" Sakura screamed, swinging her purse, which thwacked one across the face, sending him crashing into the side of the building from the force. The one behind him hardly had time to see her foot move until it connected with his face, knocking him off his feet.

"I'm older, you leave!" Naoko ordered, punching one in the face. when he lurched forward, she brought up her knee to his chest. Sakura's hand came forward to ram him in the cheek, knocking him out.

Standing off to the side, Mika's mouth dropped open watching the two of them beat the heck out of the guys while screaming as though they were being attacked. He felt faintish when tiny Sakura punched one with the force of a man sending him stumbling towards Naoko, who jumped into the air—and spun around kicking him? Mika had to shake his head doing a double take knowing that was impossible. However his mind replayed the scene and he knew that it had indeed happened.

Stunned from the fight scene, he didn't realized he had come out of his hiding place until Sakura gasped in horror, "I know this guy, he works with onii-chan," she voiced, staring at the groaning guy, who was on the ground. It was at that instant Naoko's eyes found his, and instead of him rushing to her rescue like he had planned, he became the sole bearer of her wrath.

"Was this your idea?" she screeched stalking angrily towards him.

"Now now Naoko," he reasoned holding up his hands.

"What did you think you were going to accomplish by this stupid little stunt?" she shrieked, glowering murderously at him.

"You falling into my arms from my spectacular rescue?" he answered, seeing something move out of the corner of his eyes, but not anticipating a punch from her, he didn't react fast enough. Her hand met his face with a sickening impact, the force pushing him sideways.

Sakura looked at her sister when she screamed in pain, holding her hand. "Naoko!" she cried, rushing over to her when Mika crashed into the ground. "Are you okay?"

"Shit, I think I broke my hand!" she cursed, holding it. "Damn it!" they glanced at Mika when he groaned coming to.

"We should get it checked out," Sakura stated, worriedly. She could not believe he would come up with such an elaborate scheme to get Naoko back.

"Naoko you punched harder than your brother," Mika groaned, smiling despite the pain he was feeling. A giggle escaped Sakura before she could hold it back, and Naoko rolled her eyes in annoyance. "What does a guy have to do to make you forgive him?"

"Not this dumb ass," she reproached, turning to walk away from him.

"Wait, wait—I'm really sorry Nao," he said, lifting himself off the ground. "I think I'm going to get a black eye. I've never gotten one of those before," he complained, dusting his clothing off "You've damaged me, no woman will want me now—you know what happens when you damage goods, right?"

"You buy it?" Sakura filled in, making his smile widen.

"Whose side are you on?" Naoko questioned in frustration, only to receive an innocent expression from both.

"You guys can take off—all of you have the weekend off!" Mika called to the men who were still trying to get their senses together. "Hey, let me see your hand."

"Don't touch me!" she hissed, moving her hand from him.

"I'm serious Naoko, let me see if it's broken," he spoke clearly concerned. "Come on, let me look at it then I'll leave."

"Let him have a look Nao," Sakura encouraged, making her sigh, holding out her hand. She grimace a little as he gently moved his fingers across her hand.

"It's not broken, but it needs to be wrapped. Do you have materials?" he asked, his worried blue eyes finding hers. Naoko nodded slowly, willing herself not to fall for those amazing blue eyes of his. Sakura reached into her sister's purse for the keys.

All three went upstairs, where Naoko was seated on a chair, while Mika prepared himself to wrap her hand. Sakura stood there, then smiled inwardly, "I'm going to put on some tea," she chirped, bouncing out of the room, before Naoko could stop her.

"I really am sorry things turned out this way. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you," he explained, focusing on her wrist as he gently wrapped her hand. "I really care about you, and I would love a second chance, but if you still find it impossible I won't bother you again," he solemnly went on.

"I can't stand liars Mika," she whispered, achingly.

"And I won't ever lie to you again," he voiced, firmly finding her eyes as he finished. He brought her hand to his lips to press a tender kiss on it. "Any question will be answered with honesty—well except those concerning what I do at my real job," he corrected, apologetically. "I can't tell you every detail of what I do, you understand that, right?" she found herself nodding slowly, "Everything else is fair game."

"Don't you think we're fooling ourselves by doing this when you'll have to leave?" she questioned, growing a slight frown.

"I'll be here for several months—let's talk about it then if your question is implying that you're willing to give me a second chance," he answered, looking and sounding hopeful. "I won't ever hurt you again, Naoko."

"You must have been a handful for your parents," she sighed, wearily watching his eyes grow sad.

"I wouldn't know—they died when I was really young," he whispered, telling her something he hadn't.

"Oh Mika…" she started, with regret, but he merely smiled shaking his head.

"It's okay. I was young enough not to remember much so it doesn't hurt as it should. My grandparents raised me. If you must know me dating you is probably the only thing they would approve of in my life," he stated, watching her brows rise, "My mother was Japanese. Her parents are old fashioned." She nodded in understanding. "So this interest in my life, does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"I don't know," she answered, with a sigh. "Sakura, can you bring an ice pack?" she called out to her sister, lifting her good hand to his swelling eye. "That looks painful."

"A kiss from you will make it all better," he informed, growing a smile.

"Not a chance," she told him, and he exhaled with sadness. He didn't say anymore, instead he rested his face on her lap.

"I should go," he said after a moment, surprising Naoko, who thought he would have wanted to remain a little longer. She glanced at her sister who was standing at the door shaking her head. Sakura frowned when Naoko didn't move to say otherwise.

"Hey, we're having a dinner party on Friday, you should totally come," Sakura invited getting their attention. "Jamie, Alex and Syaoran will be there," she informed, trying to persuade him.

"I wouldn't want to impose," Mika replied, standing. "You should take it easy with this hand," he told Naoko, who was staring at him. When he turned she looked at Sakura, who was urging her to say something, but she didn't know what she was supposed to say.

She didn't know if she should forgive him—but then again she didn't want him to leave. "Th—there," she started, glancing around her room so she didn't see Sakura and Mika looking at her. "There's a manuscript I need to retype for tomorrow—only a couple pages left," she explained, pausing in thought. "Sakura has a date so she can't help—could you?"

"Okay," he nodded, not seeing when Sakura winked at her sister.

"The ice for your eye," Sakura suddenly remembered, holding it out. "I should head out," she went on, thinking of her fake date. "The tea is ready, walk me out, Naoko?"

"Okay."

"Thanks," Mika said to Sakura taking the ice. He took Naoko's empty chair, placing the ice to his eye. He sighed knowing this was definitely not how his plan was suppose to turn out. Hearing her coming down the hall, he lifted his head not noticing the tray in her hand, but the redness of her face.

Curiously, he wondered what her little sister said, "Tea?" her voice came out in a squeak, before she cleared her throat.

"If you're not up to this Naoko I could go," he said, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

"I want you to stay," she replied, with ease, pushing down her nerves. Not hearing anything else from him, she turned only to find a big smile on his face. "Get your head out of the gutter because you're on punishment and I know the only way to make it sink in is to put it on lockdown."

Can I at least have a kiss?" When his doey blue eyes stared into hers, she felt herself melting. Wanting to satisfy her hunger not his, she walked over and straddled him. With her hands on his cheek, she delicately pressed her lips to his, enjoying the sweetness of familiarity.

His lips parted, and a moan of pleasure escaped her as her eyes drifted shut…

Touji…

He had been working for hours trying to undo the knots on his chair, and finally he found himself becoming free. Pulling off the last strap, he moved quietly across the cabin to the window and glanced around outside.

Finding no one present, he exited the cabin and started quickly towards the tree. He froze hearing the sound of an approaching car, and panicked when he spotted it. Moving quickly towards the trees, he didn't look back, "Hey stop!" he heard the man shout, but didn't listen as he entered the dark forest.

Climbing over trees, Touji breathed heavily knowing he had to get away before the psycho tried to kill him. He cried out tripping over his feet and crashed into the mossy ground. Glancing around the dark forest, he pushed himself up.

Hearing a branch snap behind him, he turned and screamed out, staring at the figure behind him. A sickening sound echoed through the woods when a thick piece of branch connected with the side of his face.

Touji's body crashed into the ground, the side of his face connecting with a hidden rock. Dropping beside the boy's unconscious body, Jun's frantic eyes focused on the side of his face, noticing the gushing blood. "Fuck!" he cried, furiously, unable to find a pulse.

Lowering himself, he listened for a heartbeat but could find none. He didn't know if there was a chance the boy could be saved if he brought him to a hospital. He shook his head knowing he would go to jail if he did that—and right now that just didn't coincide with his plans involving Tomoyo.

Touya would never give him permission to date his sister if he was a felon. Terrified of going to jail, he knew the only logical thing to do was bury the body. He didn't want to believe he was going through this shit again!

He couldn't be found out…

Author's note: See ya soon…yawns, so tired!