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Chapter Two
As they bike glided through the freeway until nightfall. Sakura was beginning to feel drowsy, the day's events had worn her out. Suddenly, Syaoran made a sharp turn into the wide expanse of trees that they had been driving along. A few minutes later, they stopped. It was impossible to tell where they were as the trees looked identical all around them.
"Get off," Syaoran's stern voice tore through the night.
"Toilet break?" Sakura asked mordantly as she slid off the bike.
He gave her a cold stare and got off the bike himself. He slanted the
bike against a tree, gave her a brisk look and walked off.
"We were being followed. Come."
She tagged along behind him taking a few jogs to match his authoritative
stride.
"Where are we going? Wait, don't tell me, you're lost too arent you?"
Sakura asked exasperatedly, "How are we ever getting out of this-" She kicked a
trunk of a tree whilst muttering to herself, "-forest when everything, whichever
way I look, looks exactly the same?"
Dusk was gradually becoming evening as night creatures of the forest called
out to each other. Trees that canopied the track of the two wanderers leaked
shimmering moonlight. The night seemed enchanting, almost unreal if not for
every part of Sakura's body was screaming at her to stop. The two had been
walking in the dense forest for hours at the merciless pace Syaoran had set for
them. She had wanted to stop and massage her sore muscles miles ago but she
didn't want him to have the satisfaction of rubbing it in that she was but a
weak child. She would prove to him that she could take what he himself can
endure.
But it was only so much that a woman can take before her body retaliates.
Sakura had placed too much weight on one leg and a muscle pulled on the back of
her lower leg. She cried out in pain as she fell to the ground. She couldn't
manoeuvre into a more comfortable position as the slightest movement caused
great pain on the muscle. She shut her eyes tightly as she lied there withering
in pain, feeling helpless waiting for the pain to subside.
The pain from her leg gradually eased as she felt a hand there, massaging
her leg as it eased the tightened muscles. She opened her eyes and emerald
clashed with brown.
Syaoran
We had been trudging through the woodland for a while now. Back at the
freeway, a furniture truck had been following us ever since we left the end of
Kinomoto's street. When we rounded the corner of the freeway, the turn into the
forest had been a good idea to lose them. Not so sure anymore. Nightfall can do
bizarre things to you.
As we journeyed on, I kept taking short glances behind, to make sure she
was still there. After all, I'm meant to be guarding her. Wouldn't want the
creatures of the forest to devour her before the criminal organizations out
there. It seemed that each time I took a look; I notice something about her that
I haven't before. Most probably the night that's sending me illusions. As each
time I look, she looked more and more like a woman. More and more beautiful.
Her hair was dishevelled from the jogs she took, her face taut, and her
arms around her self, trying to keep what warmth left from the cool night air.
But her eyes they looked so determined, so strong and so capable of sustaining
the torture that I've inflicted upon both of us.
I quickly shook the thought from my head and trudged on, when I adverted
my gaze back to concentrating on which path to take, she fell to the ground
behind me. I knew she had stopped. I didn't turn around though. She was keeping
us up, damn woman.
It was only the sound of her soft scream that he had decided to turn
around and help her. He knew what happened immediately. He smirked to himself.
How could he not? He was trained in so much and this is what happens when you
push yourself too hard. He placed his hand on the strained leg and gently
removed the knot in her muscles. Her face that was scrunched up by the
excruciating pain slowly relieved itself. Her eyes fluttered open. The hand
massaging her leg slowed its ministrations as they stared into each other's
eyes.
He couldn't pull away from her gaze once it had been caught. Trying to
read what each other were thinking, what emotions the other was feeling. His
eyes dropped to her lips, they looked so soft, so inviting. They seemed to
beckon him forward to taste them, feel them against his own. She was old enough to have had some type of
sexual experience in the past. She was to be under his scrutiny for the next few
months, so why hold back? One taste. That's all he asked for. He looked up into
her eyes as if he was asking for permission. She didn't respond, in any way.
His intense eyes made her nervous. She bit her lip because of this
nervousness.
And it was this, that Syaoran lost control to.
The air was thick with suspense. The heat rose to an unbearable level. He
closed the gap between them as his lips locked onto hers. That was the switch to
the chain of events that lead to an outcome so unforgettable. The simple touch
triggered heat to course through the two bodies as he caressed her lips with
his. Coaxing them to provide him entrance. He ran his tongue along the entrance
and took her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled. The action elicited a
light moan from her now parted lips. This was the opening he was waiting for. He
took her mouth like a starved man. She tasted so good, so sweet, he couldn't get
enough.
She felt as if she was in heaven, the feeling was so good, she needed to
reciprocate. The pain from her leg was completely gone as she wrapped her arms
around his neck and pulled him closer giving into the feeling. Syaoran groaned
as he felt her submission, deepening the kiss. A bird swooped past above them
jolting Sakura out of her reverie. She was allowing for her first kiss to be
stolen by a man she had only met a few hours ago.
She shoved him away and scuttled backwards until her back was leaning
against one of the trees catching her breath, trying to piece all the thoughts
together in her messed up head.
Syaoran stared at her, panting lightly. It was the first time he had ever
lost control, and to a .. child. He shook his head. She could not be considered
a child anymore. Her body proven to be mature enough. He shook his head again,
clearing all previous thoughts. This couldn't happen again. It shouldn't. One
taste, that was all he wanted. She made him lose control almost too easily. It
was dangerous, for him to feel something, to need something. He had a taste of
heaven but now he wants more.
He studied her tousled state; she looked so tempting sitting there. She
looked so confused and vulnerable. He couldn't believe he took advantage of
something like that. But she was so good. He had never needed anything in his
life, but just looking at her lips makes him want her. Need her. Kiss her over
and over again.
No. He won't mess up his life just because he wants something he cannot
have. He needs to suppress his body calling out for hers, yearning for her. He
will forget this had ever happened. That this night was only a dream.
He stood up defiantly and turned around.
"You've delayed us for long enough. Come." He spoke in a sullen voice.
Sakura
What? I delayed us? Didn't the kiss mean anything to him? It was
my first kiss.. something I could never forget. The feeling was indescribable.
It felt so good. How could he just get up and leave?
"Li-kun, I think we should discuss what happened." She tried.
"There's nothing to discuss. It never happened."
She felt tears gather up in her eyes. How could he do this? How could he
make it seem like her first kiss meant nothing.
"You don't mean that!" She cried out, "You can't just toss something like
that away like if it wa-was..nothing."
"I just did."
How could he say that, did he have no heart? Wait.. that was a rhetorical
question. He had no heart. Why had he lead us into the forest anyway. Why
couldn't they just sit, talk through the entire situation and move on? Why
couldn't he resolve everything before moving on leaving her in a jumbled mess?
And why, is her heart aching for him already, after such an unfeeling, impromptu
rejection..
He continued walking, not once glancing back, but only to hear the
muffled sniffling and the soft shuffling of her footsteps on the fallen leaves
beneath them.
A few hours later, he stopped and dug out a large, torn, peice of cloth
from his bag and laid it on the ground.
"Rest for a few hours, we're leaving before dawn."
Why does he always speak to her without asking for what she wants? It's
always statements that she must obey, she couldn't stand being in the dark
anymore.
"Li-kun, I just want to ask a few questions, please dont turn away."
When no reply was given, she decided to continue.
"Why did we leave the freeway?" she asked the question that had been
bugging her since the beginning.
"We were being followed. A truck had been on our trail for a few hours,"
he turned towards her. "You didn't realise did you?"
She shook her head.
"Figures. Didn't expect you to."
A few minutes later she decided to try again. "Why did you make us walk
so fast when we were going to waste our time resting here anyways?"
"Would you have prefered if we kept going?"
She shook her head again.
"Why did you kiss me?"
No answer.
"Li-kun?"
"Go to sleep, I'm going to wake you up in a few hours so don't tell me
then that you need more time."
"Why can't you answer?" she asked, her voice wavering.
He stood up and walked off.
- - - -
The sunlight peaked through the thick canopy of leaves and played against her
face. He stood there staring. He had been standing there for a while now, just
studying her. She had caused a lot of trouble since he was assigned to her, vice
versa. He didn't understand what it was about her that made him lose it, where
had he gone wrong with her? He told her to respect him, to listen to him, to
allow him to discipline her if she wanted to stay alive. Why hadn't she
listened? He had been through the same procedure numerous times and his
assignments had always gone through smoothly. He couldn't allow her to take
control of him. He wouldn't allow her to. She needs to know that he is working
and not on charter playing snog the virgin.
That led him to think again.. was she a virgin?
She was 17 years old. That was old enough for any girl to have gone out,
to have had some sexual experience. He looked over at the sleeping figure. She
wasn't ugly or anyth.. scratch that, she's beautiful, she must have had a
boyfriend once in her life. He turned around.
When was the last time he had a thought like this? He's a killer, an
assigned, ruthless bodyguard that would do anything to finish his mission
perfectly. Allow no harm to befall his candidates and execute his opponents one
by one. How could he start behaving like a love-struck teenager?! He was 20
years old for heaven's sake. He is experienced. Mature. How could he become so
obsessive over a girl?
He looked over at her again and averted his gaze once more.
Control. His life was based on control. The word that had pushed him,
encouraged him, and led him through most of his life. He was in control. But for
the first time, he had lost control. Something he had promised never to do, it
allowed him to be open for attack. Made him vulnerable. It gave him an uneasy
feeling that this mere slip of a girl had began to chip away the barricade he
had placed up for so long.
Oh he was sure it wasn't love, it was lust. He felt an immense current of
lust flowing through him. Even now after he had cooled off. That soft..
He shook his head again and turned to look at her. Her soft lips.. They
felt so good against his. So warm, tender, moist. It was calling out to him even
now. She was so extraordinarily sweet. Her eyes. Dark green. It reminded him of
the rainforest. On second thought, it reminded him of their location at the
moment. That snapped him back to reality. The situation at hand. When he finally
focused on her eyes, he noticed she was awake and was studying him like he was
her.
He blinked and looked away, "We're leaving"
Sakura
She got up without saying anything. She hasn't felt so bad in ages. She
was hurt, both physically and emotionally. She felt like she could start crying
any minute. How had her life start becoming horribly wrong? She was leading a
perfectly normal life only a week ago. A normal life with normal friends and
ordinary associates participating in absolutely normal things. A week later,
now, she's on the run with a man she had only met a few hours ago, running from
criminals and her life? Completely ruined. She hasn't seen her father in ages
and she is missing him terribly.
To add icing to the cake or in this case, salt to the wound, she had just
suffered a great emotional trauma by being sexually harassed by a man that
denies it had ever happened.
Sexually harassed?
She laughed at herself. She couldn't deny it, she completely enjoyed it.
How could she not? He was so experienced, his mouth.. he knew exactly what to
do. His masculine scent and ..
She looked up at him and only noticed then that he was frowning at her.
Frowning? No.. definitely not. Glaring.. at her.
What the fuck is his problem.. did he expect to fall into his leadership?
Throw away her past and follow him around everywhere obeying his every order? Do
what he likes or be threatened. Kiss him when he wants to be kissed and.. hold
that thought.
Was she his fucking sex slave? To answer to his every beck and call? She
wasn't going to stand for it. She was taught better than that. Her father had
taught her better than that. She has to be strong. To stand up herself whilst
others are trying to wear her down. She decided then and there that she wasn't
going to put up with his bullshit any longer. She wasn't going to play the role
of the pathetic frail female.
"Lets go," she stood up, packed up her resting area and walked ahead
leaving him behind, taking the route that they had been travelling the day
before.
A few hours later, a voice behind her broke her off from her intense
concentration on the forest tracks.
"We would arrive at the airport once we exit the woodlands, I have both
our passports and flight tickets. Follow and do not make a scene."
"Cause a scene.." Sakura muttered to herself and scowled at the bag she
was trudging along with her.
"Act like how a normal teenage girl your age would act like."
"And that would be how?" She raised an eyebrow.
"We don't need any unwanted attention, don't ask any unnecessary
questions and just try to keep a low profile."
"Would that be all? Any more rules and regulations that I
would have to learn to abide to?"
"Actually, yes."
"What is it your highness?" Sakura mocked.
"Don't be smart with me."
Sakura snapped her head around, her lips in a grim line and quickened her
pace.
- - - -
The walk to the airport was eventless. It was almost too normal. Syaoran and Sakura behaved like civilised people towards each other only attempting to smart out the other a few times. Everyone else would have mistaken them for good friends, but the internal battle between them was fierce.
Syaoran hated the idea that he was conversing freely to the girl. He was
teasing her, mocking her and almost flirting with her. He didn't want to. He
wanted their relationship to remain purely professional. He, her bodyguard, and
she, his stuck up daddy's girl. He didn't need to develop some stupid emotional
attachment to her so that when this assignment ends, he would feel
disappointment. But as unwillingly to admit as he is, he enjoys talking to her,
their light bickering makes him forget about everything else. About the things
he had done in the past that would continue to haunt him.
Sakura hates him full stop. But he was so... irresistible. The guy has
sex appeal practically radiating from him. But.. his attitude. He seems so
closed-in. In fact, he is closed-in. His eyes are definitely not the window to
his soul. But she knew. She knew that when they kissed, he had felt something.
The feeling was too intense to suppress. She wouldn't have stopped. He wouldn't
have stopped. They would have continued kissing in the woods with only the trees
as witness. She wanted the feeling back, his lips on hers. The warm and gentle
caress. She ached for him, but she knew that she couldn't have him. She has to
give up. It was just some childish fantasy that is never going to alter into
reality.
"Let's go."
"What?" Sakura jolted out of her reverie.
"We're at New York."
Author's Notes: Yay! the new chapter 2 is done. Review ne? I love reviews so so much! i read them over and over and over and over because I LOVE to hear what you think!!! :)
Yuu-chan