Chapter 2

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Oh yeah, one more thing. I really don't own this. Do I SOUND like I own this? Go figure. T.T

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Syaoran Li. The perfect boyfriend. A rare catch indeed, with his aloof attitude, and his reputation—famed soccer star, part time model. His eyes, a rich brown, and his sexy, messy up hair that was perpetually falling into his face. Syaoran always seemed as if he never wanted to be in a relationship—that he was always to good for one, or he wasn't ready for a girlfriend. The truth was, he was terribly heartbroken, and the shattered pieces were coated in ice. He rode around in his slick red sports car, maybe a visor in his hair or sunglasses resting on his nose. Syaoran was rich. Filthy rich, with all the money he could want, all the cars, clothes, and girls fawning over him, all the fame…

For all the good it was doing him at the moment.

The road was basically empty; for no idiot would be driving around at 1:44 in the morning. No idiot except himself. There was a faint orange glow of the street lights that streamed by, throwing reflections off of his crimson car. His hair was whipped back in the force of the wind pulling it back. He took an exit and drove straight to the beach. He could almost taste the warm, salty air and feel the cool waters of the bay slosh around his ankles. At around two-thirty, he parked in front of his beach house, and went out back—where he had his own private strip of beach.

He threw his head back as he reclined on the cool sand, gazing into the sky. These were seldom moments when he was alone like this. A crescent moon, pale silver, hung in the sky, providing meager light. Starlight did not graze the water or sand, but remained high above.

His cell phone rang.

"DAMNIT!" he yelled, picking it up and hurling it far away. Not into the ocean. That was too typical. He had flung it into one of the nearby properties.

Two seconds later, it came sailing back, missing his head by an inch, followed by a shell.

"Shit…" he swore profusely.

"WHO THREW THAT? COME OUT DAMNIT!" he roared.

"You whispered?" sarcastically asked an unfamiliar female voice. A harsh light was suddenly shined into his face, the woman had a flash light, and he couldn't see her faces. 

"May I ask why you threw these at me?" he hissed

"May I ask why you threw that at me?" she replied.

"Seriously," he insisted

"No, you first,"

"You,"

"My, my, my, who's acting like the immature seven year old?"

"Shut up. My cell phone annoyed me."

"My point is proven. And what a wonderful first impression I have now. To blame your anger on a little mechanical box!"

"Who ARE you…and WHY do you talk to me like you don't know who I am?"

"Does it really matter who you are?" she questioned. "I mean, seriously, I wouldn't give a damn if you were rich and famous."

He smirked, and then laughed aloud.

"What, may I ask is so funny?"

"Why don't you see me in a better light, like in my house?"

"Is this some cheap attempt to get me to sleep with you after you act like that?" the voice demanded, more than a bite of hostility evident in her tone.

"No…" Syaoran replied slowly.

"Fine. Sure. Whatever. But I warn you, no funny business,"

"Okay, okay."

He opened his house and flipped on the lights, and turned around, face to face with a woman about his age.

A very, very attractive woman his age. She had a spill of silken amber hair grazing her shoulders, and beautiful evergreen eyes. And she looked so familiar…

And I've never seen such a green, he mused

She was wearing a floaty, off white peasant blouse with large bell sleeves with a black tank underneath, and a pair of dark denim cut off shorts, and white flip flops.

Her eyes were widened in disbelief, her face slack.

He grinned arrogantly, and said, "Well what do you have to say now?"

The woman snapped, and replied icily, "Now I KNOW you are a jerk, Syaoran Li. I would have never thought…"

"Well think again," Syaoran countered, still grinning.

"Baka," she snapped, hand on her hip. "You think I wouldn't remember after all these years? Me, the head cheerleader, you the captain of the soccer team! And now look at us!"

Suddenly it all came back to him. It was his turn for his jaw to drop and eyes to bug out.

"What Li-kun, can't remember my name?" she mocked.

Oh crap, oh dammit what's her name…SHIT! I forgot! he yelled at himself. Unbidden, a cherry tree in spring, covered in fragrant blossoms rose to his mind. Ying Fa? No, no…that's in Mandarin. Think, Li, Think! Cherry blossoms…Japa—Sakura? Sakura! All this time, he had forgotten. But in a flood of memories, everything came rushing back. Every kiss. Every touch, and embrace. Every smile. Every detail, no matter how small. He'd been so wrapped up in his stupid arrogance, he forgot his long-lost love…

"SAKURA!" he yelled. 

"Bout time…" she said, moving a step closer. She dropped the flashlight, with a thunk it rolled on to the floor. "Did you think Fate separated us forever?"

"We barely knew eachother then." He said quickly.

"Even now you are such a bullshitter."

"Well…maybe more than friends, but…"

"Have you LIED to yourself for this long?"

"No…" he said sulkily. "But…"

"What you said to me…did you mean it, or not?" she snapped impatiently. "I need to know, Syaoran. You tell me that you love me before you leave to go back to China…no letters, no phone calls, no emails. Nothing. I've waited years and years, Li-kun. I want to know. I need to know."

"Did you mean it when you told me the same thing?" he countered huskily.

"Of COURSE!" she cried. "I loved you—I kept trying to track you down, and find you…and then, before I knew it you were a famous soccer player, I was a famous model, and we hadn't talked to eachother in forever. And you forgot about me," she ended accusingly.

"I never forgot you," replied Syaoran. "I just forgot your name. Besides, what's in a name? Any other name like a rose would smell just as sweet." He added, falsely quoting one of her favorite plays.

Sakura shook her head, tears in her eyes. "Dummy, you said it wrong. And besides…that's not Romeo's line."

He pulled her into a warm embrace, and murmured in her ear, "I don't have to be Romeo if you don't want me to be."

He felt a shudder go through her slender body, and he felt the tears against his shirt.

"I missed you, Syaoran-kun," she sobbed.

"I missed you too, my little cherry blossom," he whispered.

That made her cry harder.  "Did you mean it?" she sobbed.

Syaoran stiffened. "Yes. I meant every word."

"How come—?" she asked.

Interrupting her, "Ssh…it's because my family didn't want me talking to anyone from Japan. They burned everything I had from there."

"Oh, Syaoran…"

I've often wondered if there's

Ever been a perfect family

I've always longed for undividedness

And sought stability

They drew away, and Sakura met his eyes with a wondering gaze. "Syaoran," she uttered, still in his arms, wrapped up in his strong embrace, "I've missed you so much…"

Syaoran's head was swimming in utter confusion, here was his love from high school, and they separated after he left China, both had been waiting for so long…they had caused eachother so much pain…

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Eriol sat back in house, numb from confusion and shock, still gripping the branch, watching a few more petals float somberly to the floor. 

Her laughing eyes, her gorgeous face…rosebud lips…

it was all my imagination…nothing more…nothing less…Xai probably screwed with my martini…mental note, throttle that damned bartender when I see him tomorrow…

He stood, shaking his head, letting the branch fall to the ground.  I never…but kami, she was so beautiful…

Shaking, he opened a window, letting the cool summer night breeze into his apartment, playing with the black curtains.

Tomoyo sat on the tree outside Eriol's window, grinning. What a fun man to play with…he's almost as smart as I am… she giggled softly, her eyes flashing amethyst in the darkness.

She peeked in, and was shocked out of her skin. This man was obviously very rich, appointed, and had a love for the magical arts, and art its self. The walls had dark, dramatic paintings on them, and there were old book cases stuffed with books, and knickknacks…some of them she recognized as extremely old magical valuables. Her eyes widened, traveling over every object in the room and appraising in her mind.

I wonder who this guy is…? she thought. Tomoyo knew him by face…he was followed by his damned reputation like a begging puppy. Concentrating…she tried to explore his mind for further information. She couldn't. No one could be resistant to her ability…unless they weren't fully human…

Glumly, he traveled back to his couch, and picked up a dagger from his table. He unsheathed it, and her sharp eyes caught the gleam of sharp silver that threw oddly colored lights on the ceiling.

"DAMNIT!" he roared, slamming the dagger down, driving it into the floor. "Tomoyo…where ARE you? I NEED you!" there was a hysterical note in his voice. Tomoyo smirked at his near-hysteria, as he snatched the dagger out of the floor, and sheathed it again.

"I'll find you," he vowed menacingly. "I love you, Tomoyo."

She shuddered, hearing those words leaving his lips.

He loves me… What was she going to do? Tomoyo was not able to love…she didn't have a soul. It had been lost long ago, when hers was snatched by an evil hand.

She had no emotions, fear, love…they couldn't be felt. Hate, yes. An evil passion to torture, yes. And yet, she couldn't be satisfied, she couldn't be happy, either.

In a dusty corner of her mind, there was the need to be wanted, and loved…and somehow, this man had dusted it off. He aroused her curiosity, he could give her what she wanted…she could feel it. He loved her. Did she love him back?

Could she?

Perplexed, and confused, she slid out of the tree ,and dusky wings enfolded her body as she flew to her own apartment.

Tomoyo's dark hair was whipped back in a stream of wind as she flew swiftly to her "home", as she turned over the day's events in her mind.

She saw Eriol. From the second she saw him, he seemed to stand out from the rest of his fellow humans.

He had a terribly strong magical aurora.

He was powerful.

And his smile melted her knees into butter.

Dismissing the last thought irritably, she landed gracefully, slipping into her house through the porch on which she landed.

Almost unconsciously, she shed her clothes, turning on the water for a hot bath. After the tub was full, she stepped into the steaming water, along with her a goblet of sweet, red wine.

Sipping it slowly, she thought. About every thing. Every soul she had tortured, every mouth she had kissed, every heart she had ripped out.

Tomoyo had the power to meld and change, becoming an incredibly dangerous adversary, she was seductive, dark, and cold.

So very, very cold.

Tomoyo was not quite evil…she had lost her soul, when someone took it from her…his name was Khalid. He claimed he loved her, but tortured her, and snatched her soul, sealing it away. She killed him afterwards, but her soul was still lost. She would go on living her so-called life until she found it, torturing and distrusting every man that dared to look her in the eye.

All except one. Eriol. Perhaps he could help her. Perhaps he knew.

She took another draught of wine, swirling it thoughtfully in the crystal goblet.

"Eriol," she whispered. "I need you."

It didn't matter that they had only met, it felt as if they had known eachother beyond life itself, needed eachother; wanted eachother. Tomoyo didn't have the strength, or the heart to kill Eriol after he kissed her—she liked it too much. She liked him.

I LIKE him?!? echoed a voice in her head.

Love. corrected another voice. You love him

I'm not capable of love!

Apparently you are, because you love him.

Shut up, damnit I don't need to hear your crap.

Tomoyo heard the doorbell ringing, and scowling slightly, she snapped her fingers, and she became instantly dried, hair styled, and wearing new clothes. This time, a pair of lace-up black jeans and a dark purple collared shirt that was short sleeved, and sandals.

She opened the door, and there stood Eriol.

"I found you," he said, taking her hand. 

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[A/N: my "tip of the day" on microsoft word says, "You can hurt yourself if you run with scissors." Interesting, ne? o_O well, whatever. Just felt like telling you guys that before you hurl from this…not-me-ness. Whatever. On with the story.]

[Oh yeah. I don't own this. Get over it. T_T]

Sakura gazed into Syaoran's deep mahogany orbs with her own passionate green ones, his hands locked around her slender waist, her hands gripping his shirt.

Slowly, they drew magnetically closer…closer…

Syaoran's cell phone rang.

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A/N: And so ends chapter two! ^_^ JUST KIDDING!

that took a little bit. But that's okay, cuz it's all 4 u guys!

Enjoy!!!!

Oh…I have a couple authors notes. Do you guys understand what's going on? Kinda? Sorta? Not really…?

Should I explain?

Kay, well…Duh, Eriol's still the all-powerful sorcerer that we know and love. Sakura…well she caught the cards, and she has them, but barely uses them. Syaoran…you guys are gonna find out about him a little later, you'll see…and Tomoyo has powers of the supernatural…

"I found you…"

Tomoyo blinked, as he kissed her hands.

"Why the hell—how the hell did you find me!?" she demanded, snatching her hands away.

"I am a man of many talents," he replied smoothly.

"And of many secrets," she snapped. "Just who are you, Hiiragizawa?"

"Much more than you could ever imagine, my dear Tomoyo," he said, savoring the use of her name.

Tomoyo scowled at hearing her name, but that was the least of her problems. "It matters not. I have to go, and never return," it was easily the most stupid thing she had said in a while, but she wanted to get away from his eyes; they were burning in their depths, penetrating, and they were gazing at her in such a mixture of adoration and curiosity that she felt afraid.

"LEA—"she started, but never finished,  because Eriol leaned forward and kissed her. 

Suddenly, Tomoyo's resolve crumbled like a leaf in the wind, and she gave up. He was so…he made her feel different. Special. Like she was some one worth time. And it made her mad.

She pulled away angrily, confused, as her world was spinning out of control.

"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! I NEVER ASKED FOR YOU DAMNIT! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!"

Eriol shrunk back, eyebrows knitted together, still reveling in the taste of her mouth. "I love you, Tomoyo," he said simply.

Tomoyo trembled. "Shutup!" she screamed angrily. "Go away!" Before she knew it, she had salty tears streaming down her face.

"S-sh, Tomoyo-chan, shhh…" he murmured, drawing her in for a deep embrace. She didn't notice; she didn't care. The world melted into a palette of bizarre colors, blending and twisting into surreal shapes, her tears blurring her vision. She clung to his shirt, dissolved into tears, like a toddler, whimpering.

"Khalid…" she sobbed. She felt Eriol stiffen, but she didn't care. "oh, just leave me alone, Khalid go away…"

They stayed locked in eachother's arms for the rest of the night.

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Heh. Sorry I know, but I thought that it would be a good way to end the story for now…you like? Tell me, please! Review and I'll…um, love you forever?? ^.^

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