Disclaimers: Winged Guardian: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, and never will.
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 Two: 'Preparations'
Sakura pondered upon how to murder the famous Li Syaoran.
[From all those news articles and interviews, he certainly is a very busy person and I
really don't feel like tracking him all over Japan.]
[Since he is a celebrity, he would always be surrounded by crowds of devoted female
fans in public and I only want to kill him and him alone. I wouldn't be able to get close to
him or fight the mob of fanatical female fans. They're so crazy over him that all of them
practically throw themselves at him.] Sakura rolls her eyes.
[Good grief! He's just a man, for goodness sake! No matter how handsome or charming
he is, that's still no excuse to degrade the female population by falling at his feet like
foolish lovesick girls!]
[Wait a minute, they are foolish lovesick girls. Bakas, all of them! Shallow people, only
judging him by his looks, money and status. Those infatuated and obsessive girls swarm
over him, making my job more complicated!]
[Anyway, there's a high chance of me shooting some girl who is totally wild over him
and I hate involving innocent people in my missions. I just want to dispose of the target
and be done with it.]
[It seems like it's almost impossible to make an attempt on his life in the public...that
means I'll have to get close to him some other way......learn his hectic schedule......have
an excuse to follow him around though I can always skulk around unnoticed, but with the
training he had, he might notice and I don't want to arouse his suspicions. It'll make it
harder to murder him if he's on his guard whenever he's around me.]
[Know your enemy. I believe in that. Though, I daresay that it'll be much more easier to
just go up to him and shove a gun at him and end his life there and then, but of course,
life's never that simple. This guy is a master in martial arts with skills to rival my own.
He won't be that easy to get rid of.]
[There is one available option - work under him. From that, it branches out into three
choices – I can either get into his company as a secretary, personal assistant or a
bodyguard. He is more than capable of defending himself, but he needs the bodyguards to
fight off the fervent women who would do anything to get their hands on him.] Sakura
sweatdropped at the mental image which rose in her mind.
[That doesn't really appeal to me in any way. I certainly do not want to fight off half-
crazed, swooning maniacs...] Sakura shuddered at the thought.
[Besides, he'll know that I am an expert in martial arts as well and that puts me at a
disadvantage. I don't look like I can pull a punch, let alone hold my own against those
persistent and desperate female fans. He would show some interest in me and I
undeniably don't need him to suspect me. Darn!]
[Secretaries are usually females and I really do not want to go as a girl. Although it will
be *slightly* better than fighting his female fan clubs off, I still do not like that in the
least bit.]
[That leaves the personal assistant.]
[Fine. I'll do it.]
*^*^*^*^*
2 hours later
Sakura had already sent in her application form, filling it in with an expert hand.
She had done this kind of things several times and knew what they wanted in employees.
Within half an hour, they had faxed her with a message that she could go down for an
interview anytime within these two days.
Now, she viewed herself in her full length mirror.
She couldn't suppress a grin as she stared at her reflection in amusement.
She was wearing a stiff and formal-looking white button shirt with a crisp collar, folded
down at the edges to look smart and tidy. Her shirt was tucked in and she was wearing
long, dark trousers which she made sure did not show her feminine figure.
Sakura made a mental note what to look for in men's clothes – she had a hard time
trying to find a pair of trousers which did not hug her hips, giving away her real gender,
or one which could stay on her waist without the support of a belt which would definitely
show her femininity.
Her linen shirt was covered by a stylish tailored suit, westerner style.
Overall, she looked elegant, business-like and sophisticated.
And no one could tell that she was a female from looking at her clothes which did not
reveal her curves.
Sakura frowned as she studied her hair. Her silky mahogany tresses were fell past her
shoulders, framing a fair face with delicate features. She still looked like a girl, despite
the men's clothing.
There was a problem.
Her emerald eyes glinted as her jaw was set in determined line. Raising her chin up
defiantly, she glared at her image in the mirror.
Sakura thought hard and fast. [If I wear a hat or a cap to conceal my hair, it'll look totally
ridiculous and I'll feel a fool, wearing a hat in an office building. No, that will not do.]
[Cut my hair??? I can't exactly go up to a barber to make him cut my hair men's style
and kill him later to silence him...well, I can but I don't want to. And, I don't really know
how to cut it myself. I'll most probably make a big mess out of it and then, I'll have to
explain myself to the hairdresser. That kind of happened before and I was the source of
the gossip for many weeks since.] Sakura winced at the memory of the painful
experience.
She could still remember it *very* clearly. Her cheeks flamed crimson at the memory of
her great humiliation and mortification. The painful memory would stay with her for the
rest of her life.
It had been a year since then and the episode was still etched way too clearly in her
mind, accompanied by the feelings of extreme embarrassment.
She felt like it had taken place only yesterday.
Sakura swallowed.
No, she did not want a repeat of that incident.
The wheels in her brain turned furiously as she brainstormed for a solution to her
dilemma, biting her lower lip in concentration.
Then,
It hit her.
The perfect solution to her dilemma.
Grinning, she pounced on her old clothes chest which contained special clothes and props
for plays and the like.
She opened it and started fumbling among the pile of clothes, searching diligently for the
item she was looking for.
When she finally found it, she grabbed it and raised it up in triumph.
Still grinning, she pinned up her hair loosely, before wrapping the thick white turban
around her head, completely covering her hair and concealing it, leaving only her fringe,
tousled and slightly messy from the inexperienced fixing of the turban to be seen.
Perfect.
Well, almost...
Sakura adjusted the turban slightly, but wild strands of soft brown hair still fell across
her face, refusing to stay obediently in it.
Sakura shrugged. Oh well, it had to do.
Taking a bottle of suntan cream, Sakura applied it to her skin thoroughly, making it look
much darker, as compared to her usual shade of milky white.
Sakura examined her in the mirror once again.
Satisfied, she let a smile grace her face.
Despite the dorky turban, Sakura had somehow managed to make even that look chic and
professional.
She looked striking and dashing, a 'man' to fall for.
Sakura looked one to cause quite a number of heartbreaks.
Sakura could pass for a man, and quite a handsome one at that.
Woman would fall for her unsuspectingly, much less tell that she was a girl
Contented with her convincing appearance, Sakura squared her shoulders and strode out
of her house confidently, with her laptop and a briefcase in her hand.
*^*^*^*^*
Office building
"Yukito Tsukishiro," Sakura said in a low voice to the female clerk at the counter, "I'm
here for the interview."
[Yukito...You'll always live in my memories, love......I'll never forget you.] Sakura
thought sadly, as she recalled the sweet times they had spent together. They were the
happiest moments of her life and she would always hold them dear in her heart. A pang
of sorrow stabbed at her heart.
The female clerk was taking a long time to reply. In fact, she was staring at Sakura
dreamily and looked as if her heart's desire had come true.
Sakura noticed her blissful look and stared back curiously, clueless as to why she was
staring at her.
That caused the clerk to almost swoon when Sakura met her eyes with her emerald ones.
"I must have died and gone to heaven..." the clerk muttered, daydreams evident in her
eyes as she stared at the handsome stranger.
"Pardon, Miss???" Sakura asked politely as she didn't quite catch what she said, giving
her a blank look.
The clerk came back down to Earth with a jolt. She looked at Sakura under lowered
eyelids as she said in a sugary voice, laden thick with honey, "Oh! You must be the one.
My, you are so courageous to try for this post. No one had dared to do so for Mr. Li's
expectations are very high. You must be quite talented as it takes a lot to be chosen."
The clerk was practically singing her praises.
Sakura had almost choked when she heard the clerk's sweetened voice but the last part
caught her interest. "Is Mr. Li very hard to please?"
"Yes, Yukito. You are so brave. You can be my idol!" the clerk exclaimed brightly.
Sakura's face turned ashen at the clerk's words, and it wasn't from fear of Syaoran Li.
She stared at the clerk as if she had sprouted two horns and a tail.
In the shadows, a figure swallowed down a bubble of laughter as he watched the
comical scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He had been on his way out but this
'Yukito' had caught his attention. 'He' had intrigued him the moment 'he' stepped inside
the building and he had seen the dazed expression on the clerk's face and heard her
whisper. He could read the 'man''s expressions very well and it clearly amused him a
great deal. He continued watching 'him' with great interest, waiting inquisitively for 'his'
reply.
Recovering herself promptly, Sakura said frostily, "Call me Tsukishiro, please, and I
doubt that I can live up to your expectations as an idol and I'm not suited nor am I
interested in the part."
The shadowed figure hid a smile. This 'Yukito' was frank and to-the-point. He liked that
in an employee.
"Tsukishiro..." the clerk said, voice dripping with sweetness.
The figure in the shadows could no longer hide his grin when he saw the way 'Yukito'
winced at the girl's honeyed tone.
"Have you eaten your lunch, Tsukishiro?" the clerk was obviously working up to asking
him for a date.
"Ah, lunch." Sakura paused at the hopeful look in the girl's eyes. She hated to break her
heart but she certainly did not want to spend her time, listening to her flirting. "Sorry to
disappoint you, but I am having lunch with my fiancée."
The clerk looked slightly let down, but she was not going to give up so easily. "How
about dinner then, Tsukishiro?" she asked sweetly as she batted her eyelashes at Sakura
and touched her fingers boldly.
The figure smirked. 'Yukito' was going through the same torture he went through
everyday. At last! Someone to share his sorrows!
Sakura stared at her hand pointedly, a cold look in her emerald-green eyes.
The persistent girl ignored the look, smiling up at Sakura, showing off her pearly white
teeth, refusing to take the hint.
The figure could barely hold back his laughter. This was a great deal better and definitely
much more interesting than those boring, sappy and mushy romance movies which he
was forced to sit through with women his sisters set him up with.
"I'm also having dinner with my fiancée." Sakura said, yanking her hand away.
She didn't care if it seemed rude, but she wanted her hand back, not liking the way the
clerk held her hand possessively.
With nothing better to do, Sakura launched into a description of Tomoyo as her mind was
blank and devoid of ideas.
"My fiancée must be the sweetest person alive! She has this absolutely soft wavy hair
which falls to her waist in these graceful black snaky locks. She has the most amazing
amethyst eyes which can capture any man's heart and a heart-stopping smile which can
make any man fall at her feet. She is the gentlest creature alive and she is the kindest
person ever. She is a reserved, observant and sensitive person. Her personality is great
and her soul is pure. Sometimes, I feel that she is a guardian angel sent from heaven to be
by my side. No one can ever rival her divine beauty of spirit and mind. She is the
sweetest person to have roamed the Earth." Sakura babbled in what she hoped was a
devoted and lovesick voice. "I love her very dearly." Sakura added, smiling sadly as tears
glazed her eyes.
[Tomoyo...I miss you very much...please live on...for Hitaro if not for me...?]
The clerk, by now, was very furious. Who was this girl who 'Yukito' had described???
She had mistaken Sakura 's tears as a wistful look.
The figure in the shadows watched 'Yukito' carefully. He knew that the girl described
had to be real as no one could come up with such a vivid description within seconds, but
he was fairly positive that the girl was not 'Yukito''s fiancée for 'he' had not mentioned
it in the application form, but 'he' was very good. 'Yukito' had him almost convinced,
what with the haunting description 'he' had given.
He had to stifle his laughter as his shoulders shook at the effort of holding his laughter
back at the enraged and jealous look on the clerk's face and the slightly hopeful look that
the girl had fallen for it on 'Yukito''s face.
After a tense silence, Sakura broke it by clearing her throat, "Can you please tell me
where am I supposed to go for the interview?"
That was his cue.
Syaoran stepped out of the shadows and said in a somewhat composed voice, "Come this
way, Tsukishiro."
======================================================================================
Winged Guardian: Aha! Confrontation between Syaoran and Sakura next chapter!
How is Sakura going react to Syaoran and how will she act around him???
Will Syaoran see through her disguise??
Please review and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!!!
~ Winged Guardian ~
Heart_given_Wings@hotmail.com
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 Two: 'Preparations'
Sakura pondered upon how to murder the famous Li Syaoran.
[From all those news articles and interviews, he certainly is a very busy person and I
really don't feel like tracking him all over Japan.]
[Since he is a celebrity, he would always be surrounded by crowds of devoted female
fans in public and I only want to kill him and him alone. I wouldn't be able to get close to
him or fight the mob of fanatical female fans. They're so crazy over him that all of them
practically throw themselves at him.] Sakura rolls her eyes.
[Good grief! He's just a man, for goodness sake! No matter how handsome or charming
he is, that's still no excuse to degrade the female population by falling at his feet like
foolish lovesick girls!]
[Wait a minute, they are foolish lovesick girls. Bakas, all of them! Shallow people, only
judging him by his looks, money and status. Those infatuated and obsessive girls swarm
over him, making my job more complicated!]
[Anyway, there's a high chance of me shooting some girl who is totally wild over him
and I hate involving innocent people in my missions. I just want to dispose of the target
and be done with it.]
[It seems like it's almost impossible to make an attempt on his life in the public...that
means I'll have to get close to him some other way......learn his hectic schedule......have
an excuse to follow him around though I can always skulk around unnoticed, but with the
training he had, he might notice and I don't want to arouse his suspicions. It'll make it
harder to murder him if he's on his guard whenever he's around me.]
[Know your enemy. I believe in that. Though, I daresay that it'll be much more easier to
just go up to him and shove a gun at him and end his life there and then, but of course,
life's never that simple. This guy is a master in martial arts with skills to rival my own.
He won't be that easy to get rid of.]
[There is one available option - work under him. From that, it branches out into three
choices – I can either get into his company as a secretary, personal assistant or a
bodyguard. He is more than capable of defending himself, but he needs the bodyguards to
fight off the fervent women who would do anything to get their hands on him.] Sakura
sweatdropped at the mental image which rose in her mind.
[That doesn't really appeal to me in any way. I certainly do not want to fight off half-
crazed, swooning maniacs...] Sakura shuddered at the thought.
[Besides, he'll know that I am an expert in martial arts as well and that puts me at a
disadvantage. I don't look like I can pull a punch, let alone hold my own against those
persistent and desperate female fans. He would show some interest in me and I
undeniably don't need him to suspect me. Darn!]
[Secretaries are usually females and I really do not want to go as a girl. Although it will
be *slightly* better than fighting his female fan clubs off, I still do not like that in the
least bit.]
[That leaves the personal assistant.]
[Fine. I'll do it.]
*^*^*^*^*
2 hours later
Sakura had already sent in her application form, filling it in with an expert hand.
She had done this kind of things several times and knew what they wanted in employees.
Within half an hour, they had faxed her with a message that she could go down for an
interview anytime within these two days.
Now, she viewed herself in her full length mirror.
She couldn't suppress a grin as she stared at her reflection in amusement.
She was wearing a stiff and formal-looking white button shirt with a crisp collar, folded
down at the edges to look smart and tidy. Her shirt was tucked in and she was wearing
long, dark trousers which she made sure did not show her feminine figure.
Sakura made a mental note what to look for in men's clothes – she had a hard time
trying to find a pair of trousers which did not hug her hips, giving away her real gender,
or one which could stay on her waist without the support of a belt which would definitely
show her femininity.
Her linen shirt was covered by a stylish tailored suit, westerner style.
Overall, she looked elegant, business-like and sophisticated.
And no one could tell that she was a female from looking at her clothes which did not
reveal her curves.
Sakura frowned as she studied her hair. Her silky mahogany tresses were fell past her
shoulders, framing a fair face with delicate features. She still looked like a girl, despite
the men's clothing.
There was a problem.
Her emerald eyes glinted as her jaw was set in determined line. Raising her chin up
defiantly, she glared at her image in the mirror.
Sakura thought hard and fast. [If I wear a hat or a cap to conceal my hair, it'll look totally
ridiculous and I'll feel a fool, wearing a hat in an office building. No, that will not do.]
[Cut my hair??? I can't exactly go up to a barber to make him cut my hair men's style
and kill him later to silence him...well, I can but I don't want to. And, I don't really know
how to cut it myself. I'll most probably make a big mess out of it and then, I'll have to
explain myself to the hairdresser. That kind of happened before and I was the source of
the gossip for many weeks since.] Sakura winced at the memory of the painful
experience.
She could still remember it *very* clearly. Her cheeks flamed crimson at the memory of
her great humiliation and mortification. The painful memory would stay with her for the
rest of her life.
It had been a year since then and the episode was still etched way too clearly in her
mind, accompanied by the feelings of extreme embarrassment.
She felt like it had taken place only yesterday.
Sakura swallowed.
No, she did not want a repeat of that incident.
The wheels in her brain turned furiously as she brainstormed for a solution to her
dilemma, biting her lower lip in concentration.
Then,
It hit her.
The perfect solution to her dilemma.
Grinning, she pounced on her old clothes chest which contained special clothes and props
for plays and the like.
She opened it and started fumbling among the pile of clothes, searching diligently for the
item she was looking for.
When she finally found it, she grabbed it and raised it up in triumph.
Still grinning, she pinned up her hair loosely, before wrapping the thick white turban
around her head, completely covering her hair and concealing it, leaving only her fringe,
tousled and slightly messy from the inexperienced fixing of the turban to be seen.
Perfect.
Well, almost...
Sakura adjusted the turban slightly, but wild strands of soft brown hair still fell across
her face, refusing to stay obediently in it.
Sakura shrugged. Oh well, it had to do.
Taking a bottle of suntan cream, Sakura applied it to her skin thoroughly, making it look
much darker, as compared to her usual shade of milky white.
Sakura examined her in the mirror once again.
Satisfied, she let a smile grace her face.
Despite the dorky turban, Sakura had somehow managed to make even that look chic and
professional.
She looked striking and dashing, a 'man' to fall for.
Sakura looked one to cause quite a number of heartbreaks.
Sakura could pass for a man, and quite a handsome one at that.
Woman would fall for her unsuspectingly, much less tell that she was a girl
Contented with her convincing appearance, Sakura squared her shoulders and strode out
of her house confidently, with her laptop and a briefcase in her hand.
*^*^*^*^*
Office building
"Yukito Tsukishiro," Sakura said in a low voice to the female clerk at the counter, "I'm
here for the interview."
[Yukito...You'll always live in my memories, love......I'll never forget you.] Sakura
thought sadly, as she recalled the sweet times they had spent together. They were the
happiest moments of her life and she would always hold them dear in her heart. A pang
of sorrow stabbed at her heart.
The female clerk was taking a long time to reply. In fact, she was staring at Sakura
dreamily and looked as if her heart's desire had come true.
Sakura noticed her blissful look and stared back curiously, clueless as to why she was
staring at her.
That caused the clerk to almost swoon when Sakura met her eyes with her emerald ones.
"I must have died and gone to heaven..." the clerk muttered, daydreams evident in her
eyes as she stared at the handsome stranger.
"Pardon, Miss???" Sakura asked politely as she didn't quite catch what she said, giving
her a blank look.
The clerk came back down to Earth with a jolt. She looked at Sakura under lowered
eyelids as she said in a sugary voice, laden thick with honey, "Oh! You must be the one.
My, you are so courageous to try for this post. No one had dared to do so for Mr. Li's
expectations are very high. You must be quite talented as it takes a lot to be chosen."
The clerk was practically singing her praises.
Sakura had almost choked when she heard the clerk's sweetened voice but the last part
caught her interest. "Is Mr. Li very hard to please?"
"Yes, Yukito. You are so brave. You can be my idol!" the clerk exclaimed brightly.
Sakura's face turned ashen at the clerk's words, and it wasn't from fear of Syaoran Li.
She stared at the clerk as if she had sprouted two horns and a tail.
In the shadows, a figure swallowed down a bubble of laughter as he watched the
comical scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He had been on his way out but this
'Yukito' had caught his attention. 'He' had intrigued him the moment 'he' stepped inside
the building and he had seen the dazed expression on the clerk's face and heard her
whisper. He could read the 'man''s expressions very well and it clearly amused him a
great deal. He continued watching 'him' with great interest, waiting inquisitively for 'his'
reply.
Recovering herself promptly, Sakura said frostily, "Call me Tsukishiro, please, and I
doubt that I can live up to your expectations as an idol and I'm not suited nor am I
interested in the part."
The shadowed figure hid a smile. This 'Yukito' was frank and to-the-point. He liked that
in an employee.
"Tsukishiro..." the clerk said, voice dripping with sweetness.
The figure in the shadows could no longer hide his grin when he saw the way 'Yukito'
winced at the girl's honeyed tone.
"Have you eaten your lunch, Tsukishiro?" the clerk was obviously working up to asking
him for a date.
"Ah, lunch." Sakura paused at the hopeful look in the girl's eyes. She hated to break her
heart but she certainly did not want to spend her time, listening to her flirting. "Sorry to
disappoint you, but I am having lunch with my fiancée."
The clerk looked slightly let down, but she was not going to give up so easily. "How
about dinner then, Tsukishiro?" she asked sweetly as she batted her eyelashes at Sakura
and touched her fingers boldly.
The figure smirked. 'Yukito' was going through the same torture he went through
everyday. At last! Someone to share his sorrows!
Sakura stared at her hand pointedly, a cold look in her emerald-green eyes.
The persistent girl ignored the look, smiling up at Sakura, showing off her pearly white
teeth, refusing to take the hint.
The figure could barely hold back his laughter. This was a great deal better and definitely
much more interesting than those boring, sappy and mushy romance movies which he
was forced to sit through with women his sisters set him up with.
"I'm also having dinner with my fiancée." Sakura said, yanking her hand away.
She didn't care if it seemed rude, but she wanted her hand back, not liking the way the
clerk held her hand possessively.
With nothing better to do, Sakura launched into a description of Tomoyo as her mind was
blank and devoid of ideas.
"My fiancée must be the sweetest person alive! She has this absolutely soft wavy hair
which falls to her waist in these graceful black snaky locks. She has the most amazing
amethyst eyes which can capture any man's heart and a heart-stopping smile which can
make any man fall at her feet. She is the gentlest creature alive and she is the kindest
person ever. She is a reserved, observant and sensitive person. Her personality is great
and her soul is pure. Sometimes, I feel that she is a guardian angel sent from heaven to be
by my side. No one can ever rival her divine beauty of spirit and mind. She is the
sweetest person to have roamed the Earth." Sakura babbled in what she hoped was a
devoted and lovesick voice. "I love her very dearly." Sakura added, smiling sadly as tears
glazed her eyes.
[Tomoyo...I miss you very much...please live on...for Hitaro if not for me...?]
The clerk, by now, was very furious. Who was this girl who 'Yukito' had described???
She had mistaken Sakura 's tears as a wistful look.
The figure in the shadows watched 'Yukito' carefully. He knew that the girl described
had to be real as no one could come up with such a vivid description within seconds, but
he was fairly positive that the girl was not 'Yukito''s fiancée for 'he' had not mentioned
it in the application form, but 'he' was very good. 'Yukito' had him almost convinced,
what with the haunting description 'he' had given.
He had to stifle his laughter as his shoulders shook at the effort of holding his laughter
back at the enraged and jealous look on the clerk's face and the slightly hopeful look that
the girl had fallen for it on 'Yukito''s face.
After a tense silence, Sakura broke it by clearing her throat, "Can you please tell me
where am I supposed to go for the interview?"
That was his cue.
Syaoran stepped out of the shadows and said in a somewhat composed voice, "Come this
way, Tsukishiro."
======================================================================================
Winged Guardian: Aha! Confrontation between Syaoran and Sakura next chapter!
How is Sakura going react to Syaoran and how will she act around him???
Will Syaoran see through her disguise??
Please review and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!!!
~ Winged Guardian ~
Heart_given_Wings@hotmail.com