Disclaimers: Winged Guardian: I do not have the right to claim Card Captor Sakura, the
brilliant work of Clamp, as my own. This fanfic, however, is written
by yours truly. Enjoy!
Note:
"..." stands for speech
[...] stands for thoughts
stands for author's comments
'...' stands for the chapter's title
Cold-blooded Assassin
By Winged Guardian
Chapter One: 'Another Assignment'
It was a bleak dreary day. The sky threatened to fall and stormy clouds gathered
together, blocking out the light of the sun. It was going to pour any minute now.
Perfect. It fitted her mood right now.
"Three. Two. One."
"CRASH!" a peal of thunder sounded in the distance as lightning flashed across the sky,
illuminating a girl in her early twenties, barely past the age of adolescence for a split-
second.
However, the girl looked grave and had a forbidding air of seriousness around her and
she looked as if she took matters as life-and-death. She was tall and willowy, auburn
locks falling across her face gracefully. Her sea-green eyes, which were once merry and a
radiant shade of emerald, had lost its glow and were now clouded over, expressionless.
She had lost the air of childlike innocence which once surrounded her. She knew now,
that life was not a beautifully-written play from a storybook. More often than not, they
were not happy endings.
Nevertheless, she was extremely attractive and had a natural beauty which drew people
to her if she could only drop the cloak of coldness which constantly shrouded her.
The wind howled in her ear. To her, it was the haunting song of despair and a painting
to portrait her anguished feelings.
She felt like howling with the wind.
Tonight was the night. The anniversary of the car crash.
Yes, it had been a year. A year since all that happened.
Touya was still trapped in a deep sleep and Tomoyo was showing no signs of discovery.
Sakura strode forwards desolately, her eyes bright with unshed tears.
No, she would not cry. She would not allow herself to cry.
She continued walking.
She walked with a confident and purposeful stride and one could tell that she was not
pleased with the thought of getting to her destination.
A booming roar of thunder sounded again and she barely flinched. The lightning which
streaked across the sky tinted her hair coppery before the blinding light faded.
There was a time when she used to be afraid of the roaring thunder and the dark night
which held shadows and mysteries but that was no more. She now walked under the
darkened night of storms without the slightest trace of fear. In fact, she seemed to revel in
it. Passer-bys would have thought this girl terribly brave or had just simply lost her
insanity.
Yes, in a way, she did lose her insanity. In ways more than one.
She was close to breaking down and simply giving up. Life held no meaning to her anymore.
But she would not.
Tomoyo and Touya still needed her.
[They have to pull through! They would. They would live!] Sakura thought despairingly.
She walked forward determinedly.
Anyone who dared to mess with her tonight would sorely regret it.
[Lord knows how many muggers and worse are out to get this kind of naive and
defenseless girls.] thought a passer-by pityingly.
Ha! If only he knew how wrong he was.
This girl was a trained and professional assassin who could kill without batting her long
dark eyelashes in the blink of an eye, if need be, without the slightest hesitation.
Sakura Kinomoto was more than dangerous. She was deadly.
By messing with her, you are signing your death-contract and putting your life in peril.
Fortunately, for some ignorant fools, Sakura was not one to anger easily or bear grudges.
Rain started to fall. Not surprising.
In a few seconds flat, the slight drizzle turned into an all-out downpour. Still not surprising.
A man blocked her way.
Hell was going to break loose.
She looked up angrily. The man was dead meat.
Seeing her flaming green eyes alight with a strange fire which raised chills down his
spine, the unfortunate man took a step back, taken aback by the unchecked fury in her
eyes.
He swallowed nervously. He could not see what he had done wrong. He had just
approached her and here she was, glaring at him as if he was her sworn enemy and had
committed a grave mistake.
What he did not know was that he did indeed commit an unforgivable sin. He had
approached her on that night.
[Whatever this is. It had better be good or I'll make his job a living hell.] she thought,
severely annoyed and irritated.
The man seemed to have lost his voice and was looking at her fearfully.
"Well?" Sakura asked impatiently.
She was in no mood to make polite conversation.
The man gave her the envelope dumbly and once she took it, he had an urge to turn tail
and run, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.
Sakura raised an eyebrow and he suddenly had his voice back.
"ForAgent0711anassignmenthewillbewell-paid" the panic-stricken man babbled
incoherently, his voice shaky and squeaky, a notch higher than usual.
Sakura could barely understand what he was talking about, but she got the gist of it.
Sighing mentally, she gave him a curt nod and said abruptly, "Message will be
delivered within 15 minutes' time."
The man instantly dashed off blindly into the direction he came from.
She shook her head.
Nobody at the agency knew her true identity or how she really looked like. They only
knew Ying Fa, the message-bearer and woman of Agent 0711.
Or so they thought.
She smirked.
No one dared to touch her that way.
Ying Fa Avalon. The woman of the living legend, 0711. No one dared to lay a finger on
her.
Little did they know that the quiet Ying Fa was actually 0711 'himself' and she planned
on leaving it that way.
She knew that one day, she would want to end this career life, either by death or choice,
and she did not want to be hounded to the ends of the Earth if it was the latter.
She knew the way they worked very well and they would not easily give up a well-
trained assassin, not to mention the best of them all.
And so, she kept her identity hidden.
Of course, there were always other reasons but she did not want to delve deeper into that
particular subject.
*^*^*^*^*
At Sakura's Apartment
"Home..." Sakura sighed as she closed the door.
Home...people say that a person's home reflects one's life...
And Sakura's home was littered with memories.
Souvenirs from the past were placed all around.
The whitewashed walls were decorated with countless photos of her family and friends.
Sakura's life lingered in the past...
She loved her family members and all her friends were like family to her and when they
passed away...a part of Sakura died with them too...
Slowly, Sakura walked to one of those photographs and picked it up. Tears sprung to
her eyes and flowed, unbidden, down her cheeks as she gazed at it, her expression one of
sorrow and regret. She let her tears flow freely, no longer trying to hold them in.
The photo was taken the day before the accident. All of them had gone for a picnic and
were in silly poses in the photograph. Tomoyo's perfected photographer skills had
captured them perfectly - Sakura could see the happiness in their eyes as they played
around blissfully, unaware of what tragedy the next day had in store for them.
Sakura hugged the photo frame tightly to her, wishing desperately that it was the people
in it whom she was hugging...but no...the harsh reality of life would not allow her to forget
their deaths, forget her pain, not even for a second.
Sakura sank to her knees and collapsing, she finally allowed herself the moment of her
weakness. Closing her eyes, she sobbed in anguish as she clutched the photo frame
painfully to her chest, tears streaming down her face, like she did the night ages ago when
she had first heard the news.
Tormented, she wept her heart out, crying herself to sleep.
*^*^*^*^*
The Next Morning at 8am
Sakura sat coolly in her armchair as her eyes were fixed on the screen of the laptop as
she downloaded all the information on Li Syaoran that she could find, which was a lot.
A frown of concentration appeared on her face as she sorted through the data. Looking
through the information, Sakura gathered that this Li Syaoran came from a very well-
know family in China – the Li Clan. Sakura whistled in surprise, slightly impressed. This
Li must be very well-versed in martial arts, coming from the strict Li Clan. It was no
doubt compulsory. [This Li would be a challenge.] Sakura smiled, a reckless look in her
emerald eyes [That makes things a lot more interesting.]
[I would have to be more careful as not to arouse his suspicions.]
Reading the next bit of information, her eyes widened [This Li is only a few years older
than me and is the heir of the Li Clan!]
[This shows how deceptive looks can be. After all, aren't I an example as well?] Sakura
thought, smirking slightly.
If she had confessed outright that she was the best of the trained assassins in the whole
of Japan, not a single soul would have believed her.
Studying his profile, she found that he was clean, not that she expected any less from the
next leader of the Li Clan. [Too bad I have to kill him. Such a waste of his talents.]
[It's obvious why Mr. Albania wants him dead. They're rivaling companies and he
obviously can't stand the heat of the competition.] she thought, smirking.
Turning serious, she thought as a wave of sorrow swept over her [The money would be
enough to pay for their hospital and my living fees for many months yet. Touya...how I
wish you would wake up...it's hard to go through life alone, without your constant
support, even if you keep calling me Kaijuu...I miss you…'Nni-Chan......]
Pushing the pain and memories, which threatened to take over, to the back of her mind,
Sakura focused on practical things first. [This Li Syaoran seems to dislike and mistrust
women. He seems to reject women's attention. That certainly is quite strange as many
men would delight in women fawning over them and would dearly love to be in his place.
He might lower his guard if he sees me as one of his men but then again, if he sees me as
a weak and vulnerable woman, he also may lower his guard. So, should I disguise myself
as a man or a woman???]
Sakura scowled in distaste when she recalled the last time she went as a woman. Her
target kept trying to get near her, not that it was a bad thing, because it made her job
easier, but it certainly had been very annoying and got on her nerves.
[I shall go as a man.] she decided firmly.
She did not want a repeat of those incidents, she thought with a shudder.
Checking her email, she found a message from Mr. Albania:
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
0711,
I have sent a few assassins before, but the females fell in love with him, unable to
resist his good looks---
(at that point of time, Sakura felt like puking [Unable to resist his good looks??? Mou!
Kami-Sama, what kind of lame excuse is that!?!?!?!!] Anyway, she continued reading.)
And the males were in awe of him and feared him. I hope you are capable of completing this assignment.
( [In other words, he means that he hopes that I will not chicken out.] Sakura thought dryly.)
I do not doubt you, otherwise I would not have chosen you. It was a friendly warning.
( [You mean that you did not mean to offend me, just in case you accidentally do so. You
don't want to get on my bad side.] )
After you complete this mission, I will give you an additional ten thousand instead of the
sum I mentioned earlier on.
( [Bribery. Like dangling a bone in front of a dog to make it beg.] Sakura thought,
disgusted with his tactics. )
Half the payment has been inserted into your account.
( [To convince me that he is serious about this. Though, I must admit that he must have
been pretty desperate to offer me such a big sum of money. He must have sent much
more than just a few. That Li guy is something. Mr. Albania must be quite distressed by
now.] )
Yours sincerely,
Albania
( [Yeah, you're sincere alright.] Sakura thought sarcastically. )
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - End of Message - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[ Lord knows, I won't fall for him and neither will he fall in love with me. ]
Winged Guardian: Don't be too sure about that, Sakura... *evil smile* >
Sakura hit on the 'Delete' button and erased all traces of the email from her laptop.
[Sure, no one touches the laptop aside from me but who knows? It's better to be careful.
After all, having regrets after I get killed would definitely be far too late. Call me
paranoid for all you want. Like I'll care.]
She sent him a reply:
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Consider it done.
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Winged Guardian: Nothing to say but......
...please review and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!!!
~ Winged Guardian ~
Heart_given_Wings@hotmail.com
brilliant work of Clamp, as my own. This fanfic, however, is written
by yours truly. Enjoy!
Note:
"..." stands for speech
[...] stands for thoughts
stands for author's comments
'...' stands for the chapter's title
Cold-blooded Assassin
By Winged Guardian
Chapter One: 'Another Assignment'
It was a bleak dreary day. The sky threatened to fall and stormy clouds gathered
together, blocking out the light of the sun. It was going to pour any minute now.
Perfect. It fitted her mood right now.
"Three. Two. One."
"CRASH!" a peal of thunder sounded in the distance as lightning flashed across the sky,
illuminating a girl in her early twenties, barely past the age of adolescence for a split-
second.
However, the girl looked grave and had a forbidding air of seriousness around her and
she looked as if she took matters as life-and-death. She was tall and willowy, auburn
locks falling across her face gracefully. Her sea-green eyes, which were once merry and a
radiant shade of emerald, had lost its glow and were now clouded over, expressionless.
She had lost the air of childlike innocence which once surrounded her. She knew now,
that life was not a beautifully-written play from a storybook. More often than not, they
were not happy endings.
Nevertheless, she was extremely attractive and had a natural beauty which drew people
to her if she could only drop the cloak of coldness which constantly shrouded her.
The wind howled in her ear. To her, it was the haunting song of despair and a painting
to portrait her anguished feelings.
She felt like howling with the wind.
Tonight was the night. The anniversary of the car crash.
Yes, it had been a year. A year since all that happened.
Touya was still trapped in a deep sleep and Tomoyo was showing no signs of discovery.
Sakura strode forwards desolately, her eyes bright with unshed tears.
No, she would not cry. She would not allow herself to cry.
She continued walking.
She walked with a confident and purposeful stride and one could tell that she was not
pleased with the thought of getting to her destination.
A booming roar of thunder sounded again and she barely flinched. The lightning which
streaked across the sky tinted her hair coppery before the blinding light faded.
There was a time when she used to be afraid of the roaring thunder and the dark night
which held shadows and mysteries but that was no more. She now walked under the
darkened night of storms without the slightest trace of fear. In fact, she seemed to revel in
it. Passer-bys would have thought this girl terribly brave or had just simply lost her
insanity.
Yes, in a way, she did lose her insanity. In ways more than one.
She was close to breaking down and simply giving up. Life held no meaning to her anymore.
But she would not.
Tomoyo and Touya still needed her.
[They have to pull through! They would. They would live!] Sakura thought despairingly.
She walked forward determinedly.
Anyone who dared to mess with her tonight would sorely regret it.
[Lord knows how many muggers and worse are out to get this kind of naive and
defenseless girls.] thought a passer-by pityingly.
Ha! If only he knew how wrong he was.
This girl was a trained and professional assassin who could kill without batting her long
dark eyelashes in the blink of an eye, if need be, without the slightest hesitation.
Sakura Kinomoto was more than dangerous. She was deadly.
By messing with her, you are signing your death-contract and putting your life in peril.
Fortunately, for some ignorant fools, Sakura was not one to anger easily or bear grudges.
Rain started to fall. Not surprising.
In a few seconds flat, the slight drizzle turned into an all-out downpour. Still not surprising.
A man blocked her way.
Hell was going to break loose.
She looked up angrily. The man was dead meat.
Seeing her flaming green eyes alight with a strange fire which raised chills down his
spine, the unfortunate man took a step back, taken aback by the unchecked fury in her
eyes.
He swallowed nervously. He could not see what he had done wrong. He had just
approached her and here she was, glaring at him as if he was her sworn enemy and had
committed a grave mistake.
What he did not know was that he did indeed commit an unforgivable sin. He had
approached her on that night.
[Whatever this is. It had better be good or I'll make his job a living hell.] she thought,
severely annoyed and irritated.
The man seemed to have lost his voice and was looking at her fearfully.
"Well?" Sakura asked impatiently.
She was in no mood to make polite conversation.
The man gave her the envelope dumbly and once she took it, he had an urge to turn tail
and run, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.
Sakura raised an eyebrow and he suddenly had his voice back.
"ForAgent0711anassignmenthewillbewell-paid" the panic-stricken man babbled
incoherently, his voice shaky and squeaky, a notch higher than usual.
Sakura could barely understand what he was talking about, but she got the gist of it.
Sighing mentally, she gave him a curt nod and said abruptly, "Message will be
delivered within 15 minutes' time."
The man instantly dashed off blindly into the direction he came from.
She shook her head.
Nobody at the agency knew her true identity or how she really looked like. They only
knew Ying Fa, the message-bearer and woman of Agent 0711.
Or so they thought.
She smirked.
No one dared to touch her that way.
Ying Fa Avalon. The woman of the living legend, 0711. No one dared to lay a finger on
her.
Little did they know that the quiet Ying Fa was actually 0711 'himself' and she planned
on leaving it that way.
She knew that one day, she would want to end this career life, either by death or choice,
and she did not want to be hounded to the ends of the Earth if it was the latter.
She knew the way they worked very well and they would not easily give up a well-
trained assassin, not to mention the best of them all.
And so, she kept her identity hidden.
Of course, there were always other reasons but she did not want to delve deeper into that
particular subject.
*^*^*^*^*
At Sakura's Apartment
"Home..." Sakura sighed as she closed the door.
Home...people say that a person's home reflects one's life...
And Sakura's home was littered with memories.
Souvenirs from the past were placed all around.
The whitewashed walls were decorated with countless photos of her family and friends.
Sakura's life lingered in the past...
She loved her family members and all her friends were like family to her and when they
passed away...a part of Sakura died with them too...
Slowly, Sakura walked to one of those photographs and picked it up. Tears sprung to
her eyes and flowed, unbidden, down her cheeks as she gazed at it, her expression one of
sorrow and regret. She let her tears flow freely, no longer trying to hold them in.
The photo was taken the day before the accident. All of them had gone for a picnic and
were in silly poses in the photograph. Tomoyo's perfected photographer skills had
captured them perfectly - Sakura could see the happiness in their eyes as they played
around blissfully, unaware of what tragedy the next day had in store for them.
Sakura hugged the photo frame tightly to her, wishing desperately that it was the people
in it whom she was hugging...but no...the harsh reality of life would not allow her to forget
their deaths, forget her pain, not even for a second.
Sakura sank to her knees and collapsing, she finally allowed herself the moment of her
weakness. Closing her eyes, she sobbed in anguish as she clutched the photo frame
painfully to her chest, tears streaming down her face, like she did the night ages ago when
she had first heard the news.
Tormented, she wept her heart out, crying herself to sleep.
*^*^*^*^*
The Next Morning at 8am
Sakura sat coolly in her armchair as her eyes were fixed on the screen of the laptop as
she downloaded all the information on Li Syaoran that she could find, which was a lot.
A frown of concentration appeared on her face as she sorted through the data. Looking
through the information, Sakura gathered that this Li Syaoran came from a very well-
know family in China – the Li Clan. Sakura whistled in surprise, slightly impressed. This
Li must be very well-versed in martial arts, coming from the strict Li Clan. It was no
doubt compulsory. [This Li would be a challenge.] Sakura smiled, a reckless look in her
emerald eyes [That makes things a lot more interesting.]
[I would have to be more careful as not to arouse his suspicions.]
Reading the next bit of information, her eyes widened [This Li is only a few years older
than me and is the heir of the Li Clan!]
[This shows how deceptive looks can be. After all, aren't I an example as well?] Sakura
thought, smirking slightly.
If she had confessed outright that she was the best of the trained assassins in the whole
of Japan, not a single soul would have believed her.
Studying his profile, she found that he was clean, not that she expected any less from the
next leader of the Li Clan. [Too bad I have to kill him. Such a waste of his talents.]
[It's obvious why Mr. Albania wants him dead. They're rivaling companies and he
obviously can't stand the heat of the competition.] she thought, smirking.
Turning serious, she thought as a wave of sorrow swept over her [The money would be
enough to pay for their hospital and my living fees for many months yet. Touya...how I
wish you would wake up...it's hard to go through life alone, without your constant
support, even if you keep calling me Kaijuu...I miss you…'Nni-Chan......]
Pushing the pain and memories, which threatened to take over, to the back of her mind,
Sakura focused on practical things first. [This Li Syaoran seems to dislike and mistrust
women. He seems to reject women's attention. That certainly is quite strange as many
men would delight in women fawning over them and would dearly love to be in his place.
He might lower his guard if he sees me as one of his men but then again, if he sees me as
a weak and vulnerable woman, he also may lower his guard. So, should I disguise myself
as a man or a woman???]
Sakura scowled in distaste when she recalled the last time she went as a woman. Her
target kept trying to get near her, not that it was a bad thing, because it made her job
easier, but it certainly had been very annoying and got on her nerves.
[I shall go as a man.] she decided firmly.
She did not want a repeat of those incidents, she thought with a shudder.
Checking her email, she found a message from Mr. Albania:
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
0711,
I have sent a few assassins before, but the females fell in love with him, unable to
resist his good looks---
(at that point of time, Sakura felt like puking [Unable to resist his good looks??? Mou!
Kami-Sama, what kind of lame excuse is that!?!?!?!!] Anyway, she continued reading.)
And the males were in awe of him and feared him. I hope you are capable of completing this assignment.
( [In other words, he means that he hopes that I will not chicken out.] Sakura thought dryly.)
I do not doubt you, otherwise I would not have chosen you. It was a friendly warning.
( [You mean that you did not mean to offend me, just in case you accidentally do so. You
don't want to get on my bad side.] )
After you complete this mission, I will give you an additional ten thousand instead of the
sum I mentioned earlier on.
( [Bribery. Like dangling a bone in front of a dog to make it beg.] Sakura thought,
disgusted with his tactics. )
Half the payment has been inserted into your account.
( [To convince me that he is serious about this. Though, I must admit that he must have
been pretty desperate to offer me such a big sum of money. He must have sent much
more than just a few. That Li guy is something. Mr. Albania must be quite distressed by
now.] )
Yours sincerely,
Albania
( [Yeah, you're sincere alright.] Sakura thought sarcastically. )
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - End of Message - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[ Lord knows, I won't fall for him and neither will he fall in love with me. ]
Winged Guardian: Don't be too sure about that, Sakura... *evil smile* >
Sakura hit on the 'Delete' button and erased all traces of the email from her laptop.
[Sure, no one touches the laptop aside from me but who knows? It's better to be careful.
After all, having regrets after I get killed would definitely be far too late. Call me
paranoid for all you want. Like I'll care.]
She sent him a reply:
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Consider it done.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
======================================================================================
Winged Guardian: Nothing to say but......
...please review and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!!!
~ Winged Guardian ~
Heart_given_Wings@hotmail.com