Geo: Hey hey folks!
Brooklyn: Yeah, yeah...I know...'do the disclaimer' All right, here it is:
Geo doesn't own CCS. Never has, never will.
Geo: *nods sadly* that's correct...*sigh* anyways...welcome back to the
alternate world of DANGEROUS RIVALS. If you haven't read that story, you
won't know what going on. Okay, well...here's the promised sequel and I
hope it goes okay. Thank you Kylo for you suggestion on the title but
whatever...as you can see, I didn't use it but s'okay, right? Nope, this
title sounds more like a...I don't know...doesn't sound like action/adventure,
ne? Yeah, well, I was listening to 'Go the Distance' and, well...heh heh...*shrug*
Heh heh...anyways, hope you enjoy!!
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Lead Me To You
- Sequel to DANGEROUS RIVALS -
Though that road may wander
It will lead me to you...
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chapter 1
laugh in the face of danger
Sakura Avalon woke up at her alarm clock that morning. Groaning, she turned over to her side to check the time.
'Why am I waking up at six AM? It's a Saturday morning...' she thought as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
Then she could feel it. The small object around her ring finger. Opening her eyes, she noticed it was the beautiful engagement ring that had just been given to her the night before. By Syaoran. The man she was going to marry. The man who had cared so much for her, his friends and other innocent lives that he went into the face of danger and was taken away...away from her.
The night came back to her in such a force that it took the wind from her. As if she had just been punched in the stomach, she doubled over, letting tears spill from her eyes. She had thought she cried enough last night, running after the get away car and not being able to get to him. She had thought she sobbed enough into Yamazaki's polo shirt. Obviously not.
'I can't cry. I can't let anything cloud my vision. I have to find Syaoran,' she thought, sitting back up and walking over to her washroom. Taking her toothbrush, she put some toothpaste on it and began brushing her teeth.
'Oh...find Syaoran? How?' Thought her pessimistic side. 'How on earth are you going to find him? He could be anywhere. He could be in Hong Kong, Japan, Vancouver, BC, the rest of Canada, one of the 50 states, South American countries, Mexico, and we haven't TRIED European options...'
'No.' She spit confidently into the sink, as if to deny the fact that she didn't know where to start. 'I will find him. Somehow, love will lead me to him. I know it. Not to mention some funky gadgets I know Tomoyo can get for us.'
She took a quick shower and dressed into some black pants and a black sweatshirt and some black boots. Brushing her hair into a simple ponytail, she grabbed her purse and keys. She would pick up some coffee from Starbucks on her way to Tomoyo's house.
~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Touya. Take a look at this." Yukito said, typing some things on the computer. Touya groaned as he sipped some more coffee.
"I don't want to hear about it unless it's about that damned terrorist group..." Touya muttered to his partner.
"It is." Yukito said simply turning to him. Touya scoffed, putting his coffee down.
"Right. Someone is just going to give us an anonymous tip where the group is." He said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England."
"Well, Your Majesty, not exactly where at the present but where in the past. Last night, Vancouver time. And it's not anonymous." Yukito said simply, shrugging. "However, if you don't want to see it..."
"Move over." Touya said, ignoring the smart remark that Yukito had said, scooting over on his computer chair to where Yukito was. Reading the note quickly, he frowned.
"Who's Madison Taylor?" He asked to no one in particular. Yukito shrugged.
"No idea. Somebody important, though, who can get through security and actually give us this note. Someone who knows the codes." Suddenly, the screen went black and empty.
"What the hell is happening, Yukito?" Touya asked, quickly checking that he didn't step on any of the plugs. Yukito shrugged and started typing in 'ctrl + alt + delete' into the computer.
"I have no idea." He muttered when nothing happened. He sat back as writing started coming across the computer.
"Touya, Yukito, we need your help," it said. Touya started kicking the computer lightly.
"What the f..." He started but was shushed by Yukito, who was intently looking at the screen as a new message came across the screen.
"You know who I am and I know who you are. Please, a friend of mine has been kidnapped by our favourite terrorist group, the ones who bombed that mansion where the Twin Stars Charity Ball was held. Please, Xiao Lang needs your help. ~Sakura Avalon." The screen suddenly went to the letter from the unknown Madison Taylor. The two young men, however, were quite shocked.
"S-Sakura? But...but I thought she was..." Yukito started in confusion, trying to take in all of the information.
"Dead. I know, strange. And if it is Sakura, who is this Xiao Lang she claims to be in trouble." Touya thought out loud.
Then, as if that evening wasn't full of enough surprises, another message from 'Madison Taylor' popped up.
"We're in Vancouver. We'll be waiting for you at 176 Ross Ave when you arrive. Please be there. ~Madison Taylor."
"Do you think it's a fake?" Yukito asked after a few minutes of thoughtful silence. Touya sighed, shrugging.
"I have no idea what is real or not anymore. It just dazzles me. However, there's going to be a party..."
"...And you'd hate to disappoint them." Yukito finished, smiling at his long time partner. "I understand. And you must really want to see if this 'Sakura Avalon' is really the Sakura we know." Touya nodded then indicated to shut off the computer.
"Lets get going. I'd hate to keep them waiting for too long." He said as the two walked out of the door.
~*~*~*~*~
"Do you think they'll come?" Madison asked, looking up from the screen. Sakura smiled, and nodded.
"I've known Touya as if he was my own brother. He would hate to miss this opportunity." Sakura turned and smiled at Eriol, who had just shut down his own laptop.
"Well, we have Nakuru coming in as well from the airport," he announced happily, smiling at Tomoyo. "Yamazaki went to go pick up Meilin at the airport. Hopefully everything will go according to plan."
'I hope so, too. If it doesn't...I don't know what will...' She thought, closing her eyes, trying to find the courage inside that she once possessed on a daily basis.
~*~*~*~*~
Syaoran Li woke up that day, finally recovering from the effects of the chloroform.
'My head...its pounding...dear God, I need an Advil...' He thought, closing his eyes, trying to shake off the pain. Opening them again, he decided to check out surroundings. A dark room with a chair and he was sitting on it. He was handcuffed and his legs were tied up to the legs of the chair
'This whole room just screams 'creative' doesn't it?' He thought to himself as he smirked. Looking down to the chain, he noticed that he could probably undo the knot at the back if he had both his hands free to do whatever.
He examined the cuffs around his wrists. They seemed pretty snug but nothing he hadn't encountered before. He started to turn his wrists. Big mistake.
"Oh shoot..." He whispered in pain, clenching his hands into fists as he grimaced in pain. He looked down at the deep red blood running down his hands from the cuts he had just given himself. It seemed as though he had cut the top of his wrists but it still hurt like hell.
"Well, Mr. Li, I see you have learned a lesson." Came a voice from the doorway. Snapping his head up, Syaoran focused his eyes on the figure. It was not the female he had met before. Instead, it was a middle aged man with glasses. From what Syaoran could tell in the dim light, he had blond hair and was wearing a lab coat.
"Who the hell are you?" Syaoran asked, his throat dry with thirst.
"Dr. Matthew Pearson, Ph. D. in psychology. However, my hobbies lie in the areas of ancient artifacts." He said lightly, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. He peered, amused, at Syaoran through his glasses.
"And you must be the great Syaoran Li or, as those of the Li Clan fondly call you, Xiao-Lang." He said, sounding like a talk show host. Syaoran was pissed off as it was without his mocking attitude.
"How the hell do you know..."
"Know about your past life before the great secret agent Syaoran Li? Easy! Research. That's the easy part." He smiled as he indicated to Syaoran's blood that started dripping to the floor. "Now, that can't be too good. Learned the hard way about the jagged edges. Too bad. I guess we're going to have to stitch that up before I ask you any of the important questions, hey Syaoran? How does that sound?" He asked, smiling. Syaoran scowled. He did not like this Matthew Pearson jerk. Reminded him too much of what Eriol's evil twin may be.
"You can do whatever, jack ass, I'm not answering any questions." He growled. The smile, however, never left the doctor's face. He shrugged and started to walk away.
"Very well. We still need to stitch that up. And then, after you wake up again, we'll try and have a chat, okay?" He smiled and walked out the door, only to be joined by two big guys.
"Whatever, asshole." Syaoran muttered as one of the big guys grabbed his arm and stuck a needle into it, injecting something. Syaoran started to feel drowsy, but he knew he had to stay awake, somehow. Soon, however, the drug took over, and his eyes closed into another deep and dreamless sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
"Syaoran...Syaoran..." Came the same mocking voice he heard from before. He didn't answer, didn't open his eyes to first let his hazy senses return to their sharp selves. He needed them now, more than ever, if he was going to be tied up here with a crazy maniac evil Eriol-twin.
"Yeah, what do you want?" He asked, finally opening his eyes. Dr. Patterson smiled.
"Oh, that's good, you're awake. We had to substitute your other handcuffs with some that are more loose, to allow the bandages to fit."
'He's daring me to escape again,' Syaoran thought, never letting his eyes escape the doctor.
"I'd like some answers, asshole. How do you know my name?" Syaoran asked. The doctor smiled again and shrugged.
"Quite easily, actually. A young man from the Li Clan disappeared and 'died'. Soon after, a young boy came to Tomoeda Elementary School under the name of Syaoran Li. Coincidence?" He chuckled then at his own cleverness. "I took an educated guess that perhaps that was you."
"Yeah, nice guess. How'd you find me here in Vancouver?" Syaoran asked.
"Well, just a wild guess. I read about a case that was won by the new, young, genius lawyer, Li Showron. Once again, coincidence?" Syaoran scowled.
"There is absolutely no coincidence there. And how did you find out where I'd be at what time?" Dr. Patterson shrugged.
"Actually, I didn't do that. You'd have to ask Ms. Traiden about that. That kind of work is not in my area of knowledge, unfortunately." He said as he smiled. He walked over to where a table had been set up. Picking up a clipboard and a pen, he turned back to Syaoran, who had not said another word.
"So, Syaoran. I believe you can be some help for me by answering a few very important questions..."
"I'm not answering any questions of yours." Syaoran said, stubbornly. The guy smiled and lifted an eyebrow.
"Oh really? Well, we'll see about that..."
~*~*~*~*~
"Can you find that map?" Touya growled as drove around in the rental car. Yukito sighed, slightly annoyed at his partner's attitude.
"Well, perhaps if you thought of buying one there, we could've been there by now." He said in as calmly as he could. Touya turned to him, about to say something, then nodded.
"You're right, it's my fault. Just try and find that map."
~*~*~*~*~
'176 Ross...well, here I am.' Nakuru thought, her duffle bag slung over shoulder. 'I wonder who lives here who could possibly give me information on the terrorists.' She thought as she walked up the sidewalk. Knocking on the door, she looked around at the beautifully kept garden. The majority of the population had to be beautiful pink roses.
The door was opened, which turned Nakuru's attention back to the reason she was there. She gasped as the familiar face smiled up at her.
"Meilin? What are you doing here?" She hissed, looking around as if she expected people to fly out of the bushes. Meilin shrugged.
"Business, you can say. Please, come in." Nakuru quickly walked in past her, only to be shocked at who was sitting there on the couch.
"Eriol...Yamazaki? You're...you're alive..." She muttered, dropping the duffel bag. Eriol smiled and stood up, motioning for her to take a seat.
"Please, Nakuru, you must be exhausted. Have a seat and, please, stay seated." At that last command Nakuru looked up at him in suspicion.
"Stay seated? What does that mean?" She asked cautiously. Eriol shrugged.
"There's going to be some other guests here that might shock you, all right? Just stay calm." Nakuru nodded and tried looked around for Syaoran.
"What about Syaoran?" She asked Yamazaki. Eriol coughed and Yamazaki winced.
"Um, that's the reason we called you here. We'll tell you later." Nakuru nodded and looked over at the three new figures who were walking in through the kitchen.
"They're here, Eriol." One of the young women said. She had long black hair and amethyst eyes. Nakuru looked closer at the young woman until her she noticed who they were.
"Sakura Kinomoto! Tomoyo Daidoji! Chiharu! What the hell?!" She asked, grabbing for her gun. However, she was stopped by Eriol's strong hand on her wrist. Yamazaki came up to her, smiling.
"I don't think so. One of those chicks is my girlfriend so I would highly suggest you DON'T shoot them. I'd better take your guns, just in case." Nakuru shook her head.
"No way. I am not giving my guns...what if they do?" Eriol laughed as Yamazaki chuckled at the thought.
"Nope, sorry. None of us are armed. We haven't been for a year." He said, with a shrug. "Now, if you'll give me yours guns...all of them." Nakuru sighed and took out the one she had been reaching for. Yamazaki lifted his left eyebrow.
"All of them, I said." He said sternly. Nakuru shrugged.
"That's my only gun, I promise." Yamazaki glanced at Eriol, who glanced over at Sakura who smiled and nodded.
"I believe her. Let her go, Eriol." She said lightly. Nakuru's jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.
"How could you possibly believe me?" She asked her in surprise. "Wouldn't you be afraid for your life? It is pretty dangerous to trust an enemy." Yamazaki laughed jovially.
"Sakura? She laughs in the face of danger." Chiharu punched him lightly, rolling her eyes at his comment. Sakura giggled and shook her head.
"I believe you because I don't believe you're my enemy any more. I left that life behind...well, I hoped I did. I don't know any more, because it's come back to haunt me." She whispered, looking over at something on the coffee table. Nakuru looked over and gasped. This day was shocking her more with each passing moment.
On the coffee table was a picture in a very cute picture frame. In the picture was a blushing Syaoran giving a blushing Sakura a kiss under the mistletoe. In the background was a giggling Chiharu, a smiling Eriol and Yamazaki on the ground, laughing hysterically.
"I don't consider you my enemy. And I'm willing to call a truce between us as long as you are." Sakura said, extending her hand in a hand shake. Nakuru stared hard at it, thinking she could twist it or spit on it to show that there could never be a friendship between them. However, Sakura seemed truthful enough. She would see.
Nakuru shook her hand, nodding. "Truce." She said solemnly. Sakura smiled happily, her whole face lighting up.
"Good. Now, if you could follow Eriol, Yamazaki and Meilin into the kitchen."
~*~*~*~*~
"This is it, Touya. 176 Ross." Yukito said, peering at the gold numbers on the house above the mailbox. Touya frowned. It looked like a pretty normal house. Nice, neat and very pale pink.
"Well, let's go and see who called us here." He grumbled, parking the car in the drive way.
The two young men walked up the side walk, their guns ready if anything or anyone happened to spring out at them.
Touya couldn't help but think, hope, that the young woman he had called 'sister' would be alive. This would be like her house. Pink roses in the garden, pink borders around the house. But it couldn't be Sakura. She was dead, right?
Walking up the steps of the house, Yukito pressed the doorbell. The door opened and Touya's eyes opened in shock and surprise.
"S-Sakura...." He whispered, never taking his eyes off the young woman. "You're alive."
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Geo: Bwahahahaha! End of chapter 1!! Yeah!!!
Hoped you folks liked it!
Brooklyn: *blink* that's all? That's IT!? That's a disappointment,
Geo. It's too SHORT!
Geo: *glare* shut up!!! It is the first chapter, I hope you know. *sigh*
It was short...I promise it will be longer next time.
I hope you guys aren't mistaking me. I LOVE Syaoran and it
pains me to hurt him...but...it is part of the story. *shrug* He'll be all
right at the end, don't worry! Tee hee!
Brooklyn: People hate you for hurting Syaoran...
Geo: *shrug* I'm sure they understand, right? He's strong! He can
take it! That's what makes him Syaoran! Tee hee! Anyways, I'll
be back with the next chapter!
