Pretty Baby, Why Can't You See?
By SwEeT AnGeL 1004

Chapter 10: Two Kidnappings in One Night

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Sakura walked to the car, worn out.

She glanced at her watch, which read 4:30.

"Oh boy," Sakura sighed, as she got into the car.

She turned the engine on and drove out of the building's parking lot.

Her first day of job had gone well…too well.

Since one of the models had called in sick, Sakura had to fill in for her, even though she had only been in the building for fifteen minutes.

The photographer said that she had a natural look, and they kept on throwing clothes on her the whole day until she was too sore to walk around.

Her first paycheck would come in on Friday…which was exciting, since modeling did pay a lot.

When Sakura got home, she dropped the keys onto the dining table and fell onto the couch, exhausted.

"Tired?" Toby asked, appearing from the kitchen, drinking a bottle of coke and munching on a bag of Lays.

"Yes. Very tired. Oh, look at these," Sakura got out the pictures of Nadeshiko out from her bag.

She threw them at Toby, who caught them and sat down on the couch.

"Wow. She looks exactly like you," Toby commented, gazing at the pictures.

"Kind of scary. And I don't even know her," Sakura sighed, "Where's Meiling and Tomoyo?"

"They're at work. Meiling comes home at six, and Tomoyo's staying late until 8. She says that there's a deadline or whatever," Toby shrugged.

"You must be bored," Sakura sympathized.

"Not really. I go out once in awhile, and I still have to keep track of my work back in the US," Toby said.

"Oh," Sakura yawned, "What do you want for dinner?"

"I'll cook up something for you. Meiling's having dinner with the doctor," Toby winked at Sakura, who laughed.

"I'm going to sit outside while you create a delicious dinner for me," Sakura said, "On the fire escape."

"All right. Come inside when I call you."

Sakura walked over to the window and opened it.

She took out the screen and climbed through the window.

The fire escape was part porch, part metal staircase.

Sakura sat down on the bottom stair and gazed out into the city.

She peeked down below her and saw the people living below her were eating dinner.

"I'm done!" Toby announced.

Sakura hopped off the staircase and climbed back into the window.

"Leave the window open, it lets in fresh air," Toby said.

He said triumphantly, "Your delicious dinner!"

Sakura stared down at the small bowl.

"You made me some cup noodles? Ramen?" Sakura asked contemptuously.

Toby grinned, "That's the best I could do."

"All right. I'm hungry, anyways," Sakura said thoughtfully.

She lifted her chopsticks and picked up some curly noodles, and gently blew on the food and stuffed it in her mouth.

"Don't people break in here?" Toby asked.

"Huh? Nope. It's strange. This apartment is the only building that hasn't been broken into since twenty years," Sakura explained, picking up some more noodles, "I guess this building's too rundown to hold anything valuable, you know?"

Toby nodded, "Still…be careful. Lock the window at night."

"I will, father," Sakura teased.

She chewed on the noodles thoughtfully and said, "Hey. This actually tastes good!"

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Next day…Tuesday…

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All three girls got off work at two, which was pretty early.

"Where's Toby?" Sakura asked, dropping her bag onto the floor.

"Here's a note. It says, 'Ladies--I've gone off to do some work. Will be back for dinner. Hint hint, I love Chinese takeout.'," Tomoyo read.

Meiling laughed, "I guess that's what we're eating for dinner."

"You guys want to go to the gym?" Meiling asked, patting her stomach, "I haven't worked out in awhile, and we still haven't registered those passes Touya got us."

"Sure," Tomoyo said, "I could use a good punching bag, what with all the stress at work."

The girls quickly changed into outfits and headed to the new gym.

They signed in, using the passes Touya had gotten them, and they received year-long membership cards.

"Where do you want to go?" Sakura asked, looking around the gym.

"They have classes for yoga, and stuff. Ooh, look, martial arts! Let's try that!" Meiling exclaimed.

Sakura groaned, "Just because you had several year's training doesn't mean we can do that stuff."

"Fine, I'll teach you. Never know when this stuff might come in handy," Meiling winked.

They proceeded to an area with a large punching bag, mats and dummy.

"Oh my god, they have a shooting range here," Tomoyo said.

"That'd be fun," Meiling cocked her head to the side, "Let's try it later."

"Whatever," Sakura said.

She said, "What the heck am I supposed to do?"

"I'll teach you. Now, let's start with the basics. Punching," Meiling said.

Tomoyo groaned, "No way."

"And then we'll move to kicking. We'll practice, and then we can go to the shooting range!" Meiling said enthusiastically.

"Ugh," Sakura said.

"Now, first of all, make a fist. And throw it forward. We want to put all our weight into our punch, you know. A hundred and ten pounds of fury into an idiot's skull," Meiling grinned.

"Too much violence!" Tomoyo sang.

"Shut up," Meiling said quickly, and smirked, "Tuck your thumb underneath your fingers."

The two other girls complied, and Meiling lectured, "Now, you need to be focused. You're strongest part of the hand is your index finger knuckle, and that's where you want to strike."

"God, Meiling. Where did you learn this?" Sakura asked, painfully rubbing her knuckle after punching the bag.

"I had a good teacher," Meiling explained, "We learned a lot. Me and Syaoran. And Eriol, too. But Eriol was more interested in books. Start with your first up then rotate it slightly just before you strike. Not so fast, we need aim and strength," Meiling instructed.

"Why aren't you doing this? Making us suffer," Sakura gritted her teeth as she punched the bag.

"Can't we get any gloves?" Tomoyo whined.

"Oh, shush. You guys have it easy. I had to do this for hours at a time, and if I made one mistake, I was humiliated in front of my family and friends. Women need to know how to fight," Meiling said.

"That's right," a voice said from the back.

The three girls turned around and saw Syaoran smirking at them, "Nice, Meiling."

Meiling flushed, "What?"

"You forgot about balance. Spread your legs apart more. Balance your weight between your knees, and pull the other fist back when hitting. It makes balance. Loosen up," Syaoran said, watching the three girls start punching the bags.

"Bend your knees when you start, then straighten them by the time your land a punch. The power goes up," Syaoran said.

Sakura gritted her teeth and punched the bag with a sudden burst of energy.

"No, no, not like that. You need focus, you have no lack of energy, but you need better aim," Syaoran said, in almost a bored tone of voice.

Meiling had quieted considerably, now listening to Syaoran.

He had an obvious voice of leadership, and said, "Stand aside."

The three girls moved out of the way, and Syaoran narrowed his eyes at the dummy.

Before the girls could blink, Syaoran suddenly moved into a series of kicks and punches, furiously giving the dummy a beat down.

Syaoran finished it by running up to the dummy, and a split-second before crashing into it, Syaoran jumped up, and landed his feet onto the chest of the dummy.

He landed perfectly, and the dummy was left bobbing around.

The crowd that had gathered around started clapping, and Sakura and Tomoyo were in awe.

"You were rusty. That punch you landed in the beginning was off aim, and the last kick was pretty sloppy," Meiling criticized.

"I haven't done this in awhile. It felt good, though," Syaoran stretched.

"I'd like to do that," Sakura said thoughtfully, "It looks good."

"Takes years of practice. I guess we could master the basic kick and punch," Tomoyo said.

For two more hours, the girls and Syaoran practiced punches and kicks, Syaoran and Meiling teaching them.

"All right, Sakura. Come onto me," Syaoran said.

Sakura looked at him skeptically, "Are you sure? I think I've gotten rather good on my kick."

"Don't worry. Just imagine me as a thug," Syaoran said.

Meiling smirked, "Which shouldn't be so hard."

Sakura took a deep breath and the two started circling each other.

Sakura decided to use the element of surprise, and lunged forward, aiming for Syaoran chest and punched.

It landed in midair, since Syaoran had easily dodged it.

"Oh, come on," Sakura pouted, and flipped around, face to face with Syaoran's foot.

She had a millisecond to duck, and luckily she didn't get kicked in the face.

"Don't let your guard down," Syaoran said.

"I'm trying, I'm trying," Sakura said.

She stepped backwards and threw her body forwards, and she almost landed a kick to Syaoran's side.

"Close," Syaoran said, but added, "But not close enough."

Sakura darted to Syaoran's side and wrapped her slim leg around Syaoran's, and knocked her knee into the back of his, making him kneel down in surprise, and she punched him on the back, making him grunt.

He recovered quickly and ducked forward quickly, making Sakura roll over him.

She changed positions and continued rolling across the mat in a forward motion, and stood up.

She barely blinked when Syaoran came charging at her, and swept his feet across the mat, making Sakura trip and fall down.

"Give up, now?" Syaoran asked, holding a hand on her back.

"Yes," Sakura moaned, "I think I hurt my butt."

Syaoran gently let go of her and Sakura sat up.

"Nice trick you did there with your leg," Syaoran said, "Where'd you learn that?"

Sakura grinned, "Toby taught it to me after the seventh grade bully came after us. Needless to say, he didn't bother us ever again."

Syaoran responded with a smile of his own, "I can tell. It even got me by surprise."

Sakura leapt up from the floor and said, "Come on! Let's go to the shooting range!"

"Well, someone certainly has a thirst for violence," Syaoran said in mock-sarcasm.

He changed to his regular voice and called to Tomoyo and Meiling, "Let's hurry up and get to the shooting range!"

Tomoyo and Meiling nodded and came over.

Meiling asked coyly, "You two certainly looked cozy snuggled up together…with her leg around yours."

Sakura blushed, "Shut up! I almost beat him."

"Hah!" Syaoran scoffed, "No one beats the Syaoran."

Sakura smirked, "We'll see about that."

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They got to the shooting range, which was all the girls' first times.

They had to show their ids to the man at the desk, and rented pistols, bought bullets and the headgear to protect their ears and eyes.

When the walked into the small glass booths, Syaoran taught Sakura how to insert the bullet in and get it started.

"How do you know this?" Sakura asked, confused by all the parts of the gun, "All I thought you had to do was press the button and BANG!"

Syaoran chuckled, "It's complicated. All right. Now, put two hands on the gun and fire at that cardboard person.

"Why two hands?" Sakura inquired.

"The recoil's going to hurt you if you only use one hand. Now, hurry up, we don't have all day," Syaoran ordered.

Sakura narrowed her eyes in concentration and steadied her two hands onto the small pistol.

BANG!

Sakura opened her eyes, and Syaoran said, "Tsk, tsk. You closed your eyes right before you shot."

"I did?" Sakura asked, confused.

She looked out into the arena and saw her stray bullet had hit the cardboard person next to hers.

"Try one more time," Syaoran said.

"All right," Sakura loaded the gun again and lifted it up to aim.

She squinted at the figure, then pressed the trigger again.

BANG!

Sakura opened her eyes again, realizing that she had involuntarily closed them.

"Ouch," Tomoyo commented.

Sakura looked at the cardboard person and saw the man had a bullet hole right in between his legs….

"You closed your eyes again. That screwed up your aim," Syaoran started to lecture.

Sakura grinned and said, "No, I didn't miss. I was right on target."

Syaoran winced in horror, "What kind of woman are you?"

Sakura winked at him and lifted the gun to blow at imaginary smoke.

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The week passed by quickly.

Toby left for America on Saturday, much to the sadness of Sakura.

Sakura and Syaoran started going to the gym together everyday and working out, with Syaoran teaching Sakura how to fight.

"Why are you torturing me like this?" Sakura asked, panting as she fell onto the floor, sweat spilling down onto her forehead.

"Hey, you asked for the lessons. And it's a gut feeling. I think you'll be needing these lessons soon," Syaoran said.

And oh, how Syaoran was right. So right.

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All right…now for some much-needed action…the conflict is currently starting to arise…lol

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Yuki was standing in his usual clothes inside the warehouse.

The black suit, hat and sunglasses which mirrored his boss' face.

"Now, Mr. X," Mr. Noshiko said.

That was Yuki's name at the headquarters.

"I've just learned that the Tsukiro gang is after the disc. Why, I don't know. Probably jealous of our success," Noshiko chuckled, and thumped Yuki on the back.

"I need you to hide the disc. After 15 years of service, I still don't know where you live. That's why I trust you to take this disc. You created it. I trust you to protect it with--your life," Noshiko said.

Yuki nodded slowly.

"The disc?" Noshiko snapped his fingers and two of his minions came forward with a suitcase.

Yuki looked at the suitcase, unblinking underneath the dark shades as he stared down unnervingly.

Noshiko shifted his 250 pounds of flab uncomfortably, wondering why he had chosen to wear his Gucci leather oxfords, rather than his Prada slip-ons.

In truth, he was rather scared of Mr. X.

It was impossible to be so pale, and yet have so many brains.

Noshiko was glad Mr. X was on his side.

Yuki held out his hand and the minions handed the suitcase to him.

Yuki took it and spun around, leaving the building.

"Freak," the minion muttered.

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"Damn it, I want her back!" Sonomi roared.

"Yes, ma'am, we're locating her at this very moment," a twitchy man said.

"I want her here in twenty-four hours, unharmed. And drugged, if you need to. I've lived too long without my daughter. She needs to take over the business. Especially now in times of economic trouble," Sonomi muttered to herself.

"Yes, ma'am. She goes under the name of Tomoyo Yuki, now. We've just located her apartment building. It's --" the man began.

"I don't care about that. Just get her here by tomorrow," Sonomi ordered, and snapped her fingers.

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Eriol was resting in his car. Actually, he was on a stakeout, looking for the mysterious pale man.

"Mr. X," Eriol murmured to himself, raking his fingers through his hair.

He got out the pictures that Syaoran had taken and studied them carefully.

There was no doubt about it that the man was bald and pale and skinny.

I mean, there weren't too many of those men around downtown Tokyo, right?

Maybe Eriol was rather stupid to be having a stakeout in the middle of the day, parked next to the sidewalk.

He heard a knock on the side of his door and quickly rolled down the window.

"Yes, officer?" Eriol asked the policeman that was bending over to talk to him.

"I need you to move this car, sir. It's past the parking time," the policeman pointed over to a sign which read, "NO PARKING 11-3 PM."

"All right, sir," Eriol nodded and turned to start up the car.

He put the pictures down, when he saw the exact same man in the picture, walking down on the sidewalk.

Eriol blinked and pushed down his sunglasses, squinting.

Yep, there was Mr. X.

Eriol shut off the stereo and started up the car, driving slowly along the traffic, keeping on eye on the street and one eye on the walking man.

"This is way too easy," Eriol muttered to himself when he saw the man walk into an apartment building.

(A/N: Notice! Eriol has never been to Yuki/Tomoyo/Sakura/Meiling's apartment. Just to let you know, if you're confused.)

Eriol let the man walk in and disappear before Eriol quickly got out of the car and stealthily followed the man upstairs.

Eriol pretended he was looking at his watch when Mr. X turned and looked down at him from the stairs.

Eriol glanced up and continued walking up the stairs.

He was starting to feel rather fatigued and started to pant, but he kept on going up.

He paused at the twenty second floor, where Mr. X took out a key and unlocked the door to walk in.

Eriol's eyes widened, but he continued going up and up.

About five stories up, he stopped and sat down on the stairs to catch his breath.

He took out a pen and quickly scribbled down, 'twenty second floor. Third door on right.'

Eriol stretched and got up.

Now, for the long walk down.

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Yuki walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

He expertly fiddled with the locks of the briefcase, and it clicked ajar.

Yuki opened the suitcase and it revealed the disc, packed in a bed of Styrofoam peanuts.

Yuki picked it up with his slender finger and examined the disc.

He had created the disc…

Yuki glanced at the window.

He was tempted to throw it out…but he had to do his job.

Yuki sighed, and stood up with the disc.

He opened one of the drawers of his dresser, where his shirts were.

He hid the disc in between his white shirt and his dark green one.

As he closed the drawer, he caught sight of a family picture.

Yuki smiled fondly at the picture of him, surrounded by Tomoyo, Meiling and Sakura, who were jumping up and down in excitement.

It was when they were about 12 years, and one of the first pictures they had ever taken together.

Yuki smiled and tucked the picture into his pocket.

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A couple days later…

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"Oh, you can't?" Tomoyo pouted into the phone, "Why not?"

"I have to finish up some work. But I promise I'll take you out to a movie tomorrow, all right?" Eriol promised.

"All right. I love you," Tomoyo said.

"Me too. Take care," Eriol hung up.

Tomoyo closed her cell phone and yawned.

She glanced at the clock in her tiny cubicle at the XOXO office, and it read 10:30.

She definitely had stayed waaaaaay too long.

She opened her cell phone again and speed dialed home.

Nobody picked it up, and Tomoyo closed the cell phone back up.

Yuki was probably gone away somewhere as usual, but where could Sakura and Meiling be?

Tomoyo quickly dialed the number to the Vogue office.

"Hello, this is Cheryl speaking!" a chirpy voice asked.

"Hi, do you know if Sakura Yuki is there?" Tomoyo asked.

"Sakura Yuki? We have a Sakura Kinomoto, but no Yuki," Cheryl said.

"Um, yeah. Sakura Kinomoto," Tomoyo said, with a weird look on her face.

"She left for dinner with her brother. She told me that if any calls came, that she'd be home late."

"All right. Thank you," Tomoyo shut her cell phone.

Sakura Kinomoto…?

It sounded so strange to her ears.

Well, she was Tomoyo Daidouji, too…but all three girls had legally changed their names to Yuki.

Tomoyo shrugged, and called Syaoran's cell phone.

"Hi, do you know where Meiling is? Oh, she called you? She's on a date with the doctor? Gotcha. Thanks, bye," Tomoyo hung up again.

Tomoyo turned off her computer in silence.

The whole floor was empty, except for one janitor who was sweeping the floor.

Tomoyo gathered her things into her purse and headed out in to the deserted streets.

She was walking home, but she felt like she was being watched…

Tomoyo turned around, but she didn't see anybody.

A pair of car tires squealed as they suddenly stopped right beside Tomoyo.

She glanced at the car, and three men jumped out of them.

One of them was waving a needle and shouting, "Get her!"

Tomoyo quickly panicked and started to run, but she was caught by a pair of strong arms belonging to one of the three men.

She struggled and tried to scream over her clamped mouth, but was dragged into the car.

The last thing she saw before she blacked out was the grinning face of a maniacal man, who said, "We're going to get a bonus cash raise!"

He cackled, and Tomoyo fell into the darkness.

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"There he is," Touya whispered to Syaoran.

He blinked, and nodded, "All right. Do you think we can kidnap him?"

Touya nodded, "He looks unarmed. He's just walking out here in broad night."

"What are you talking about? It's two am!" Syaoran said.

"All right. Keep your head down. We'll pop out of the car as soon as he passes. I pray he doesn't know any kung fu," Touya said.

"Ha," Syaoran said, "Not most likely."

Syaoran and Touya ducked down below the windows of the Explorer.

"This is such amateur kidnapping," Touya muttered, "What if someone sees us and calls the police?"

"We'll be out of here before they arrive, hopefully," Syaoran said.

"All right! He's passing by…three…" Touya counted down.

"Two…….one!"

The two men popped out of the car and dashed towards the man.

Syaoran and Touya wrestled down each thin arm of the man, but it wasn't necessary.

The man, named Mr. X, wasn't putting up a fight at all, and standing there calmly while Touya and Syaoran were hopping around madly.

"Um, Touya, something's wrong," Syaoran said after awhile.

"You idiot, now he knows my name!" Touya swore.

"Oh, shut up. This is plain stupid," Syaoran sighed, "This is an idiot kidnapping. We have no experience whatsoever, even after 10 years of working."

"Just take him into the car, and blindfold him," Touya groaned, "You're right."

Touya and Syaoran half-heartedly blindfolded Mr. X and took him into the backseat of the Explorer.

"Where are we going to put him?" Syaoran asked after awhile.

"I don't know. We can't keep him at our house. What about the basement of the headquarters?" Touya asked.

"Perfect. We'll take him there. I have extra keys, and I'll come by tomorrow morning to guard him all day," Syaoran said.

"All right. Let's go," Touya said.

He glanced back at Mr. X, who was standing upright, staring at Touya with a queer look on his face.

"Freak," Touya muttered under his breath.

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When Tomoyo woke up, it was morning.

She sat up in a large bed with silk blankets and pillows cushioning her.

She shielded her eyes from the bright morning sun with her hand, and then turned her head, looking around.

Something seemed familiar…but she couldn't quite place her finger on it.

At the sound of the door opening, Tomoyo whirled around in her bed.

She noticed that she was wearing silk pajamas.

"Well, well. You finally woke up, my princess," Sonomi smirked at her.

Tomoyo gasped.

She was at her old house, in her old room.

"Why am I here?" Tomoyo demanded, backing away.

"You've come back to live with me, sweetie. You're my legal daughter. You belong to me," Sonomi said.

Tomoyo shook her head fiercely, "No. Tomoyo Daidouji is dead. I'm Tomoyo Yuki!"

Sonomi simply laughed, "Fool."

Tomoyo sneered at her mother, "Think what you want. I'm going back."

"Not so. Oh, Bulldog!" Sonomi clapped her hands.

Tomoyo looked at her mother strangely, her mother had never seemed the type to keep dogs, or try to sic them on Tomoyo.

Actually, Bulldog was not a dog. He was a huge man, with rippling muscles, and a scary looking pair of handcuffs in his hands.

He was a bodyguard, and knowing Sonomi's bodyguards, he was one of the men who had kidnapped her.

"Put those in her hands, and chain her to the bed," Sonomi ordered, "Then call Nolly in and have him guard her."

Bulldog nodded, and dumbly walked over to Tomoyo.

"Augh!" Tomoyo jumped up and defensively kicked Bulldog in the jaw, using the technique Meiling had taught her.

Bulldog barely blinked.

"Oh, so you've learned to fight, have you?" Sonomi sneered, "Go get Nolly and Fartass, and another pair of handcuffs. We've got a feisty one in here," Sonomi laughed.

"You're a bitch," Tomoyo declared to her mother.

"I daresay it's rubbed off onto you," Sonomi grinned menacingly.

Two other men came in again with Bulldog, and they immediately tackled Tomoyo.

In a split-second, both of Tomoyo's wrists were chained to the bedposts.

The bedposts were shaped like wooden knobs, and the handcuffs were on the bottom part of the knob, making it impossible for the handcuffs to slip out.

"You'll be staying here a day. You need to pay for your actions, my daughter," Sonomi laughed.

"The police will come," Tomoyo said determinedly, "Sakura and Meiling will call them when they find I'm missing. Or Eriol," Tomoyo added.

Sonomi chuckled sinisterly, "I've paid the Tokyo Police Department enough money to hush them up. They'll bend to my will, after that hefty check I handed them last night."

Sonomi whirled around and left the room with two of the bodyguards.

The one called Nolly stayed, and sat down on one of Tomoyo's chairs.

Tomoyo helplessly laid on the bed, chained down.

Tomoyo bristled in anger.

She looked at Nolly, who looked back at her stupidly.

"Hey there," Tomoyo started.

"Huh? You talking to me?" Nolly asked, and looked around.

"Yes, you. So, what motivated you to attain this high paying career that obviously overestimates your social skills?" Tomoyo asked.

Nolly stared at her.

He blinked.

"Uh, can I take a nap?" he asked.

Tomoyo flashed the big man a grin, "Sure. Take all the naps you want."

Tomoyo laid on the bed for awhile, listening to the heavy breathing and snoring of Nolly.

Then, she came up with a plan.

Even though her hands were cuffed, she could still move them around, and Tomoyo twisted her hands around to the bedpost, and with all her strength, she turned the bedpost point off.

"Ha!" Tomoyo exclaimed in triumph.

She quickly glanced at Nolly to make sure he wasn't awaken.

He barely stirred, only emitting a grunt in his sleep.

Tomoyo tried to wrestle off the handcuff from her hand, but it wouldn't work.

"Oh well," Tomoyo murmured to herself, and quickly twisted off the other bedpost on her left hand.

Tomoyo groaned when she got up; the wooden posts were so heavy that they were dragging down her wrists.

Tomoyo mustered up all the strength she had left in herself and ran over to the window, and lifted up the glass part.

She popped off the screen, and got ready to climb out…

Until she looked down and saw three stories.

"Damn it," Tomoyo muttered.

Tomoyo looked around with her head out the window.

How had she gone out the window as a child?

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Sakura fretted around, nervously wringing her hands together.

"Where the hell could Tomoyo be?" Sakura asked.

"Relax, Sakura! She probably fell asleep at the office or something--oh, damn, where's Yuki?" Meiling suddenly asked.

Sakura cried out, "Ugh! Give me a phone!"

Meiling quickly got their cordless phone and handed it to Sakura.

Sakura quickly dialed Eriol's cell phone number.

"Eriol? Hi, this is Sakura. Where's Tomoyo?" Sakura demanded, "You didn't keep her there overnight, did you, 'cause I've been doing all this worrying for nothing."

"Why? Is she not there? No, she's not with me," Eriol replied.

Sakura moaned, "Did you call you?"

"No…she called me last night. I promised to take her to a movie," Eriol said.

"Oh, all right. Call us if you come up with anything, okay?" Sakura said.

"All right, is she gone, because then you might--" Eriol got cut off when Sakura hung up in worry.

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Tomoyo sat on the window ledge, and put one foot on the gutter.

It didn't seem to mind, and Tomoyo swung her other leg over, and put it on the gutter.

She cautiously stood up, both hands gripping the window ledge.

Tomoyo slowly inched to the left, where she saw a big tree, and a the top of a porch.

Then, Tomoyo remembered how she had always done this.

"Ha," Tomoyo murmured softly, and steadily shuffled towards the porch top.

When she came to the end of the gutter, Tomoyo swiftly jumped on top of the porch.

Making sure no one had heard, she paused and leapt to the tree.

"Ouch," Tomoyo said, when the bedpost top caught onto a branch and yanked at her wrist.

Tomoyo steadily descended the tree, and she hopped down to the ground, dusting off her silk pajamas, the handcuffs and bedposts clanging at her wrists.

"Damn, I better get out of here," Tomoyo muttered, knowing how her mom always kept tight security.

She ran to the side of the yard, where a large brick wall stood.

Tomoyo smiled as she removed five bricks from the wall, something she had done as a child.

Tomoyo stuck her bare foot inside the empty spot where the brick had been, and stuck her other foot into the other spot.

She progressively scaled the wall, and reached the top.

Tomoyo swung her legs over , and closing her eyes, jumped down.

"Argh," Tomoyo moaned in pain from the impact the ground had given her bare feet.

Tomoyo plunged her hand into her bra and took out twenty dollars.

"Emergency money. Thank goodness," Tomoyo muttered, limping towards the street.

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End of Chapter 10. Next chapter, 'Truth Revealed'.

A/N: There's chapter ten! Sorry I'm posting this up a day late…I forgot about it yesterday. It's spring break for me, but I haven't had any time to write since I was busy partying…::cackles like a maniac:: Spring break is almost over, so I'll try to finish up this series by the end of April. However, the next chapter will be up on the 26th (chapter 11), so review and read until then!