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Summary: Sakura has just lost everything that meant anything to her, and is forced to resort to a life on the dangerous city streets of Metropolis. Syaoran's entrance as a rich and spoiled one, gangs, and other conflicts await her..
A/N: "They say there is a thin line between love and hate. She has yet to reveal her true feelings to me. Hihihihihihi!" - Naruto (I LOVE Naruto so much! I just had to put that in here.) On a more relevant note.. I'm SO incredibly sorry that this chapter is just as late as the other one. Agh! Gomen gomen gomen! My life has become very hectic and though I had the chapter almost finished, I couldn't find the time to completely finish it and post it. Many apologies for the delay!! Sorry and hope you like the chapter.. Unwilling..
Her Story
Chapter Thirteen
Unwilling
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Jikan nante mono wa totemo toki toshite zankoku de
Demo sono zankokusa yue ni ima ga tsukurarete
Hito o motome yamanai no wa isshun no kaihou ga
Yagate otozureru kyoufu ni katte iru kara
~~*~~
"Quickly!" Rita urged the two following her quietly. She had been leading them through dark alleys and down narrow streets. Sakura had been shocked at first at the unfamiliar territory and had to admit that unless she had been led onto them, she never would have been aware of their existence.
**Flashback**
"You really don't know too much about this place, girl. It's surprising that you grew up here. "
**End Flashback**
Her thoughts wandered back to what Rita had said earlier and Sakura grinned ruefully. As they slunk through the shadows, she wondered vaguely why Chiharu wasn't going out onto the main streets.
Sakura didn't know how long they had been walking in the hidden alleyways, her mind caught up with her thoughts, when she suddenly almost crashed in Rita who had stopped abruptly. Rubbing her head, she frowned.
"We're here."
~*~
Tomoyo's mouth dropped open in shock as soon as she looked at the person on her right.
"Y-You!" she sputtered.
The person in question glanced over to her, immediately recognizing her and smirked slightly.
"Yes, me." He said.
The instructor then choose that exact moment to begin the class.
"What are *you* doing here?" Tomoyo hissed at the azure-haired boy when the teacher's back was turned.
"Why else would I be here for? I am an artizt." He said, drawing up an accent.
Tomoyo was not amused.
"Even so, " she countered, glaring at him, "I thought small inexpensive gatherings such as these were too low for someone of your supreme status."
He was about to respond when the instructor clapped her hands together, signaling them to begin.
Tomoyo took up her drawing pad and began to sketch with a pencil. On the outside, she seemed calm and concentrated, but inside she was practically seething. Why did this guy always insist on annoying her - was what his name? Oh yes, *Eriol*. For the past few days he just was constantly turning up in most random places, putting in a smug comment here and there.
The dark haired girl shook her head, willing herself to focus on her work. Every so often she would see him looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Each time she would fix him with her worst death - glare, but all he would do would be to give her his famous Chesire-cat grin, which was really starting piss her off.
**Flashback**
"Well, at least we know that looks are definitely not everything.." Sakura had said.
Tomoyo looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Maybe.."
**End Flashback**
'Well, screw that,' Tomoyo thought heatedly, 'He's nothing more than a arrogant, conceited pretty boy!'
~*~
Sakura examined Takashi. He looked absolutely horrible. His face was pale, and there were heavy bags under his eyes as though he hadn't slept in days.
After they had arrived, Sakura had gone to see him privately, leaving a disgruntled Chiharu and an exhausted Rita behind.
"Kinomoto!" he exclaimed, looking very relieved as she entered. "Thank goodness, you're safe." He said.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sakura asked, confused.
Taskashi looked troubled.
"You had better sit down for this," he finally said, gesturing to a dusty chair.
Sakura raised her eyebrows in question but walked over and slowly sat down on the offered seat.
"As you heard, I have been missing for a few days, as I think I recall Meiling saying." He began.
"Wait.. What do you mean by that?" Sakura immediately interrupted.
Takashi sighed.
"Truth to be told, I don't remember much of what happened to me. But let me finish, before you ask any questions, alright?"
Sakura grinned sheepishly and nodded.
"First of all, you must know who I really am.."
"Yes, I know. Rita told me. Takashi Reshian. I never would have guessed." Sakura said, smiling slightly, "Ok, I won't interrupt anymore, go on."
"Alright. As I was saying.. The day that I was captured, I had been walking home. They came out of the shadows and I felt something, cloth I think, being forced into my mouth." He grimaced. "I went out like a light I think because the next thing I know I'm being led down a dark corridor."
"Do you remember what your kidnappers looked like?" Sakura asked, forgetting that she was not supposed to interrupt.
"No, not really. I have a vague outline of them, but I didn't really get a good look at them. I wasn't entirely there, if you know what I mean."
'Drugged, most likely,' thought Sakura.
"What's more important is the conversation I had with the person who seemed to be the boss."
"Hm?" Sakura hummed, glancing up.
"The reason I was relieved to see you safe and sound was due to the fact that I thought you had been captured as well."
~*~
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" She cursed, shaking her head with effort.
"Is something wrong, Moeco-san?" A girl with dirty blond hair asked, looking up from her clipboard.
Moeco's head was clutched between her palms and the teenager looked like she was sweating, as she took deep breaths.
"No, no. I'm fine, Emi," she said, sighing and smiling slightly. "I think I'll go for a walk."
The girl nodded, and went back to scribbling on her clipboard.
Once a few blocks away, Moeco leaned back against a building and closed her eyes, troubled.
'What's going on?'
~~*~~
Time is sometimes a cruel thing,
But the present is made by that cruelty.
Unceasingly searching for someone, an instant of release
Soon triumphs over the visiting fear.
~~*~~
A/N: I'm off to see the Return of the King LotR movie now, at 4:00 pm wheeeeee! I can't hardly keep still. It's a 3 hour and 20 minute movie though.. whoa.. On the chapter: Shorter than usual, I know. I'm sooo sorry for the late update! Next chapter is almost done and will be up in less than a week! And..
Please Review!
Summary: Sakura has just lost everything that meant anything to her, and is forced to resort to a life on the dangerous city streets of Metropolis. Syaoran's entrance as a rich and spoiled one, gangs, and other conflicts await her..
A/N: "They say there is a thin line between love and hate. She has yet to reveal her true feelings to me. Hihihihihihi!" - Naruto (I LOVE Naruto so much! I just had to put that in here.) On a more relevant note.. I'm SO incredibly sorry that this chapter is just as late as the other one. Agh! Gomen gomen gomen! My life has become very hectic and though I had the chapter almost finished, I couldn't find the time to completely finish it and post it. Many apologies for the delay!! Sorry and hope you like the chapter.. Unwilling..
Her Story
Chapter Thirteen
Unwilling
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Jikan nante mono wa totemo toki toshite zankoku de
Demo sono zankokusa yue ni ima ga tsukurarete
Hito o motome yamanai no wa isshun no kaihou ga
Yagate otozureru kyoufu ni katte iru kara
~~*~~
"Quickly!" Rita urged the two following her quietly. She had been leading them through dark alleys and down narrow streets. Sakura had been shocked at first at the unfamiliar territory and had to admit that unless she had been led onto them, she never would have been aware of their existence.
**Flashback**
"You really don't know too much about this place, girl. It's surprising that you grew up here. "
**End Flashback**
Her thoughts wandered back to what Rita had said earlier and Sakura grinned ruefully. As they slunk through the shadows, she wondered vaguely why Chiharu wasn't going out onto the main streets.
Sakura didn't know how long they had been walking in the hidden alleyways, her mind caught up with her thoughts, when she suddenly almost crashed in Rita who had stopped abruptly. Rubbing her head, she frowned.
"We're here."
~*~
Tomoyo's mouth dropped open in shock as soon as she looked at the person on her right.
"Y-You!" she sputtered.
The person in question glanced over to her, immediately recognizing her and smirked slightly.
"Yes, me." He said.
The instructor then choose that exact moment to begin the class.
"What are *you* doing here?" Tomoyo hissed at the azure-haired boy when the teacher's back was turned.
"Why else would I be here for? I am an artizt." He said, drawing up an accent.
Tomoyo was not amused.
"Even so, " she countered, glaring at him, "I thought small inexpensive gatherings such as these were too low for someone of your supreme status."
He was about to respond when the instructor clapped her hands together, signaling them to begin.
Tomoyo took up her drawing pad and began to sketch with a pencil. On the outside, she seemed calm and concentrated, but inside she was practically seething. Why did this guy always insist on annoying her - was what his name? Oh yes, *Eriol*. For the past few days he just was constantly turning up in most random places, putting in a smug comment here and there.
The dark haired girl shook her head, willing herself to focus on her work. Every so often she would see him looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Each time she would fix him with her worst death - glare, but all he would do would be to give her his famous Chesire-cat grin, which was really starting piss her off.
**Flashback**
"Well, at least we know that looks are definitely not everything.." Sakura had said.
Tomoyo looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Maybe.."
**End Flashback**
'Well, screw that,' Tomoyo thought heatedly, 'He's nothing more than a arrogant, conceited pretty boy!'
~*~
Sakura examined Takashi. He looked absolutely horrible. His face was pale, and there were heavy bags under his eyes as though he hadn't slept in days.
After they had arrived, Sakura had gone to see him privately, leaving a disgruntled Chiharu and an exhausted Rita behind.
"Kinomoto!" he exclaimed, looking very relieved as she entered. "Thank goodness, you're safe." He said.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sakura asked, confused.
Taskashi looked troubled.
"You had better sit down for this," he finally said, gesturing to a dusty chair.
Sakura raised her eyebrows in question but walked over and slowly sat down on the offered seat.
"As you heard, I have been missing for a few days, as I think I recall Meiling saying." He began.
"Wait.. What do you mean by that?" Sakura immediately interrupted.
Takashi sighed.
"Truth to be told, I don't remember much of what happened to me. But let me finish, before you ask any questions, alright?"
Sakura grinned sheepishly and nodded.
"First of all, you must know who I really am.."
"Yes, I know. Rita told me. Takashi Reshian. I never would have guessed." Sakura said, smiling slightly, "Ok, I won't interrupt anymore, go on."
"Alright. As I was saying.. The day that I was captured, I had been walking home. They came out of the shadows and I felt something, cloth I think, being forced into my mouth." He grimaced. "I went out like a light I think because the next thing I know I'm being led down a dark corridor."
"Do you remember what your kidnappers looked like?" Sakura asked, forgetting that she was not supposed to interrupt.
"No, not really. I have a vague outline of them, but I didn't really get a good look at them. I wasn't entirely there, if you know what I mean."
'Drugged, most likely,' thought Sakura.
"What's more important is the conversation I had with the person who seemed to be the boss."
"Hm?" Sakura hummed, glancing up.
"The reason I was relieved to see you safe and sound was due to the fact that I thought you had been captured as well."
~*~
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" She cursed, shaking her head with effort.
"Is something wrong, Moeco-san?" A girl with dirty blond hair asked, looking up from her clipboard.
Moeco's head was clutched between her palms and the teenager looked like she was sweating, as she took deep breaths.
"No, no. I'm fine, Emi," she said, sighing and smiling slightly. "I think I'll go for a walk."
The girl nodded, and went back to scribbling on her clipboard.
Once a few blocks away, Moeco leaned back against a building and closed her eyes, troubled.
'What's going on?'
~~*~~
Time is sometimes a cruel thing,
But the present is made by that cruelty.
Unceasingly searching for someone, an instant of release
Soon triumphs over the visiting fear.
~~*~~
A/N: I'm off to see the Return of the King LotR movie now, at 4:00 pm wheeeeee! I can't hardly keep still. It's a 3 hour and 20 minute movie though.. whoa.. On the chapter: Shorter than usual, I know. I'm sooo sorry for the late update! Next chapter is almost done and will be up in less than a week! And..
Please Review!