1 Ok, quick rundown…this is set a few years after the 2nd CCS movie. S+S are a couple, and Tomoyo still follows them around with her camera. With the basics out of the way, let's begin.

Anything that looks like this: -I love this fanfic- is a character's thoughts.

BTW, I do not own CCS or RK.

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3 Chapter One: Savior



Daidouji Tomoyo was walking home, smiling and thinking to herself what a great night this was going to be. Without a care in the world, she almost skipped, totally unaware of the strange gust of wind that blew through the town.

The summer festival was going to be tonight, and she was going to get Sakura-chan and Li-kun on tape during their first festival as a 'couple'. They were so cute together. They always blushed whenever someone noticed them looking at each other, and they tried their best to downplay their relationship, but to no avail. Everyone knew how much they cared for each other. Tomoyo saw no reason for them to get so embarrassed about it, but she was glad they did.

Those always turned into the best shots!

"Daidouji..."

She stopped. She knew the voice (unfortunately). She turned around and saw three boys from her grade. Two she had only seen before, but the one in the middle she knew from her science class. She put on her best scowl (she's not very good at looking angry). "What do you want Kurosawa?"

He had an odd smile on his face, "I thought maybe you would reconsider going to the festival with me?"

"I already told you no."

He twisted his lip a bit, "Listen, I'm giving you one more chance Tomoyo. I always get what I want." His anger was clear in his voice.

"Don't call me that, you rude, obnoxious, pervert!" It irked her that this boy would have the nerve to speak like this. It had been a long time since she had raised her voice in anger. But to say something like that to her! "I would never go anywhere with a jerk like you!"

She expected him to react, but not the way he did.

He smiled again, and so did his friends, who seemed to chuckle slightly.

Her anger was leaving her quickly, and it was being quickly replaced by an unpleasant nervous feeling. She tried not to let it show, "You had better go now." She said with less force than she had hoped.

They continued to smile as they walked toward her, looking at her from head to toe. She suddenly realized exactly what they had in mind. Feeling a new sense of terror wash over her, she turned to run. But her limbs were moving at odds with each other.

She barely felt the concrete meet her hands. -This can't be happening! Please no! Please don't let this happen!-

"You had your chance, Tomoyo," she turned to see them hovering over her, looking at her in a way that confirmed her fears, "Now we are all going to have our fun with you!"

Her heart froze. Her mind was spinning. -How could this be happening? What did I do to deserve this?- She felt Kurosawa grabbing her. She was struggling wildly. -No...- "NO!!!"

Kurosawa's hands were gone. And she thought she had heard a noise, like wood snapping. She opened her eyes, trying to blink through the tears.

"Who do you think you are?! That's our friend. You think you can just do that and get away with it?" The other two boys with Kurosawa were yelling, but why? Tomoyo propped herself up on one arm and saw Kurosawa laying near her feet, and what looked like a misshapen bundle wrapped in ragged cloth near his head.

She pulled her legs away from her unconscious aggressor, and turned to look at who the others were yelling at.

He was dressed in a traditional Japanese garment, a faded powder blue with dirty white pants. His hair was dark brown, his skin somewhat pale. He seemed to be about her age, and had a peculiar smile on his face. The boy was turned so his right side was facing them.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to hit him quite that hard," he put a hand behind his head and laughed a bit, "But it sounded to me like you were bothering that girl behind you."

The other two growled, "So what? It's none of your business!"

The strange boy ignored them and turned his attention to Tomoyo, "Miss, are you hurt, perhaps I should take you home?"

Her lips trembled a bit, and she yelled out, "Please help me!" She realized it sounded pretty pathetic, but at this point she didn't care. If that boy didn't do something, she knew what would happen to her.

His smile grew warm, and Tomoyo thought it was meant to be comforting. It was like he was telling her not to worry.

Suddenly, that peculiar smile was back, and he was looking at the two men between them. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at fighting with my bare hands," his right hand went back to his head as he laughed again, then he turned so he was facing toward them, "so I'm going to use this, OK?"

She wasn't sure who was more surprised, her or the two men who just a few moments before had wished her harm. The boy had a sword in his belt, and was using his left hand to pick it up a bit so they could see it.

Tomoyo looked up at Kurosawa's friends. They both looked unsure, and as they glanced at each other, they seemed to agree that this was a battle not worth fighting. They grumbled as they backed past her, picked up their unconscious comrade, and left, looking back at her evilly.

"I wonder why they left like that?" she was startled by the boy who was now standing next to her, scratching his head. He was like that for a few seconds before he looked down and smiled, "Oh, I'm sorry! Where are my manners? Please, let me help you." He offered her his hand.

She took it feeling relieved and safe. She thought that horrifying ordeal would never end, terror had filled her so she couldn't move. She thought they would... But then this boy, with his kind face, and dark blue eyes, if it weren't for him...

Her thoughts were moving so fast, that it took Tomoyo a while before she realized that she was staring at him. He laughed a bit, "I guess you're safe now."

Her eyes watered a bit, she was safe.

She jumped forward, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! If you hadn't done something, they might have..." She suddenly realized, he was tensed. Every muscle in his body. She moved back, blushing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I don't even know your name."

"It's alright," he said, "I'm just not used to...people. Touching I mean." He sounded uncomfortable. Tomoyo thought he might just be trying to make and excuse so she didn't feel bad.

She wiped away her tears, and tried to shake off her lingering feelings. Smiling up at him, she said, "My name is Daidouji Tomoyo. What's yours?

"Seta. Seta Soujiro."

He walked over to where his bag had landed. "It broke again…I need to keep better care of this thing." He seemed sad, but he was still smiling.

She glanced down and let out a yelp.

He tensed again, looking around for danger, "What's wrong!?"

"Your clothes! They are a mess!" He almost fell over, and got a confused look on his face.

"I don't think they are that bad..." he said looking at his ragged and patched kimono.

"No no, this won't do for the festival at all!" she was sad that the boy who just saved her would have to go to the summer festival looking like this. "Come with me, and we'll get you a new set of clothes!" She put on her best smile.

He stared blankly for a moment, then smiled back.





Hope you guys all liked the first chapter. The character of Seta Soujiro is from Rurouni Kenshin, during the Kyoto Arc. More of his character will be revealed later for those of you who haven't seen RK.

Anyway, please review. I'll take anything, I suppose, but I prefer positive feedback or at least constructive criticism.