Title: Listen to Your Heart

ChapterTitle: Run Away

Author: Peonyqt1004

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CCS.

Authors note: I am so sorry for the very late update. My life has been pretty hectic and this chapter was especially hard for me to write. I did not really enjoy writing this part of the story, simply because it consisted of situations that I personally hate to actually write about. However, I hope you enjoy it. I know that writing the next chapter will be enjoyable for me, however... This chapter was a bit grueling and I had the largest writers block ever. Ahh- you know that my "Mercy for the Damned" story has been erased right? Well- I'm sorry but I don't think there is any way I am reposting it. I can't find any of my files due to some computer probalems I have to deal with at home. I am planning to finish this fanfic- simply because it interests me still. =P This is actually my first story which is more happier than the other ones. Although it does get a bit angsty later on, it's more shojo then shounen. Thanks for the reviews for my other chapter and thank you for your patience! Remeber to read and review!

-Peonyqt1004

[Story starts...]

It was almost the end of her 3rd week in school, her ankle was healing nicely and she was no longer wearing a cast but a small stiff shoe thing, which kept her from hurting her ankle while it, was still tender.

The tall girl with light brown hair let out a sigh as she sat in her history class, listening to Mr. Rohwer's lectures about the Civil War. Her fingers twitched slightly as she stared up at the clock, feeling as if time was going to slow for her.

'Come on- come on- come on!' Sakura muttered to herself in her mind as she watched the clock with such intensity, it was a surprise when the clock didn't melt from her heated glare.

"Ms. Kinomoto, why do you find that clock so interesting?" The history teacher asked, his bushy eyebrows rose. Sakura turned pink and was glad when the bell rung, she rushed out. She was glad she didn't have the hindering crutches anymore.

"Sakura- what's the hurry?" Tomoyo panted as she caught up with Sakura in the middle of the crowded hallway. "I hate Mr. Rohwer!" She said angrily, "Why the heck does he seem to pick on me--." Sakura's foot caught on something on the ground and she nearly tumbled headfirst into the ground.

"Whoa ho there- Sakura." A teasing voice said lightly as two strong hands caught her about the waist and brought her up. Sakura blinked and recognized Eriol's voice after a minute or two.

"Eriol!" Sakura yelped as she whirled around to face him, but she only managed to knock him in the face with her large backpack. Eriol doubled over, holding his nose in pain. Tomoyo looked frantic.

"Eriol? Are you ok? Do you need a tissue?" Eriol looked up wordlessly, grimacing as he wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm ok..." Tomoyo looked relieved. Sakura didn't know what to do; she was embarrassed at her clumsiness and fumbled with her words.

"I-i-i... I am sooo sorry Eriol-kun!"

Eriol let out a pained laugh as Sakura took out a hanky from her bag to wipe his nose gently. "Sakura, you can't help being a klutz so it doesn't matter much." Sakura's face changed into one of irked rage, she tweaked his nose with her fingers, Eriol let out a yelp and Tomoyo gasped.

"I am NOT clumsy!" Sakura said heatedly. Eriol touched his nose gingerly and found that it wasn't bleeding anymore. Sakura sighed. "Sorry Eriol." He waved a hand, "Why don't we just go for lunch? I'm hungry."

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Today was probably one of the most miserable days in Syaoran's life. Feeling gloomy and angry at the world, he trudged down the hallway, glaring balefully at anyone who dared to look his way.

'I don't understand it...' he muttered to himself angrily. Distracted, he trudged into his Orchestra class and sat down, scratching his ear with his pinky as he stared at nothing in particular. His father was gone. It was so hard to come to terms with it. The paper was telling the truth... wasn't it? Feeling miserable, he buried his head in his arms as he laid his head down on the desk.

"Stupid war." He muttered to himself as the last bell rung before class was to begin. 'They have the stupid nerve to invite my distraught mother to their funeral service. If they could just shut their little traps and leave us alone.'

"HOE! I'm late!" Someone's breathless and loud voice said as Mrs. Foster began class. Syaoran glared at her, feeling as if in the entire world, all the problems were her fault. But she seemed clueless that he even existed. Mrs. Foster's eyes observed Sakura.

"Ms. Kinomoto, you are late!"

"I know that Mrs. Foster." Sakura said meekly as she inched her way towards her seat. Mrs. Foster pursed her lips and observed Sakura's still mending ankle and sighed. "I'll forgive you just this once. Your ankle has not mended yet. Sit down Ms. Kinomoto." At the mentioning of Sakura's ankle, Syaoran felt an arrow of guilt burrow itself into his heart. Mrs. Foster finished the attendance sheet and looked up at Syaoran with expectation clearly written on her face.

"Mr. Li, did you manage to practice with Ms. Kinomoto last week?"

"Yes." Syaoran replied, looking cool and distant despite the strange turmoil of emotions within him. Mrs. Foster nodded. "Will you two stay after so I can hear what you practiced?" Syaoran blinked and nodded numbly. Mrs. Foster smiled a strange half smile as she returned to the class's agenda. Brown eyes watched as a blissfully oblivious girl chattered away with the girl who played 2nd cello.

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"I'll see you later Eriol." Sakura said brightly as she pecked Eriol on the cheek as they all left for the buses. Eriol smiled playfully and poked Sakura's side, making her squeal in surprise. "Later Sakura." He replied cheerfully. Tomoyo looked at her friend with a sad smile and nodded. "Good luck on your duet." Tomoyo said ever so softly, her eyes watching Eriol swagger off. "Yeah- I need it" Sakura agreed, painfully oblivious to the pain in her friend's eyes. "Mr. Arrogance is ever so hard to cooperate with." Tomoyo smiled and nodded. She took out her video camera.

"My video camera project is due next week." Tomoyo said with furrowed eyebrows. "I still can't think of anything to put on my video other then some random scenes that make absolutely no sense." Sakura tilted her head, deep in thought and an idea sprang into her mind.

"Why don't you tape things of your life... like, put hidden meanings in everything... well maybe not everything... but--." Tomoyo blinked and smiled as an idea sprang into her mind. "Thanks Sakura!" Tomoyo said happily as she removed the cap from her camera. "You're the best." With that, the purple haired girl sprang off in a happy trot as she quickly made her way to her bus. Sakura smiled and sighed and turned and gasped and almost died from a heart attack as she came face to face with no one else but the ever distant and cold Syaoran Li.

"Y-y-you s-scared me!" Sakura spluttered as she attempted to regain her composure. Syaoran did not say anything but motioned for her to follow. Sakura sighed and followed him, noticing the rather hurt and angry look in his eyes.

'Syaoran... what is it? Why are you always so angry at the world?'

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Syaoran heard everything... his observant eyes did not miss one thing.

"Mr. Arrogance is ever so hard to cooperate with."

How dare she? Syaoran didn't know why it hurt him to hear her say that, and the anger within him seethed and heated his veins with hot fire. But, he also noticed the look that Tomoyo gave to his nemesis, and raised his eyebrows and chuckled over the irony of the situation. Poor dense Sakura did not seem to notice that Tomoyo seemed to be head over heels in love with Eriol. He had watched the purple haired pansy hued-eyed girl stare at his ugly nemesis with such longing in her eyes... Why couldn't Sakura just see that and let his stupid archenemy go?

'Stupid dense girl.' He muttered to himself as they entered the orchestra room. Mrs. Foster looked exceptionally radiant, her face was eager as she patted the seats before her.

"Sit down Syaoran and Sakura! I am quite eager to hear how things turned out."

So they started once their instruments were taken out from their cases. It seemed strange, because both Sakura and Syaoran seemed to understand and read each other's minds as they completely let themselves be engulfed and overtaken by the emotion and notes of the music. They didn't even need to look at each other to start, they just knew.

It was a match made in heaven, the duo seemed to know everything the other one would be doing next. Sakura was the sweet sound of sadness and the sound of ever so sweet hope. Her notes were clear and vibrant... Syaoran was the compliment of her notes. His sounded furious, angry, at a touch of bitter sweetness that made the sound of his violin sound like notes, which rained down from heaven. They sounded perfect. When Sakura hushed her notes with her bow and strummed her strings ever so lightly, Syaoran, in turn would slightly make his notes more clearly and louder and then, by the end of the measure they would both burst into perfect harmony. It was a sound, which would bring tears to the eyes of the coldest hearts and the most emotionless of men. Both Sakura and Syaoran were completely immersed in their music. Sakura's eyes were closed, her eyelashes brushed her high fragile cheekbones ever so slightly, as Syaorans eyes were clenched tightly, and his face mirrored the emotion, which he put in his music.

As the music came to an end, an echo of the heavenly music resounded in the room and sweet silence slowly took over the room... Slowly, they both opened their eyes, their face flushed with emotion and their eyes sparkling. Mrs. Foster was completely speechless.

"Y-y-you two were spectacular!" She cried, getting up and clapping her hands. Sakura turned beet red and looked embarrassed, but Syaoran... he looked deep in thought and his ever-serious face was pensive and tense. Mrs. Foster was oblivious to everything.

"We will defiantly win this competition! You two are naturals! It was wonderful! There could not have been a better pair better suited to duets then you two!"

Sakura and Syaoran both flushed slightly as they prepared to go home.

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He couldn't understand it.

The music sounded so different... it... felt so different when he immersed himself in it completely. His soul felt momentarily whole and all his anger and bitterness seemed to seep out into the violin and he felt empty from all the horrible things in the world. But it was for just a moment. But he savored the feeling the performance gave him... Something about Sakura communicated itself with him. Why did it feel so right to play with her?

She was right.

Finally, he felt as if he put his soul into the music... finally... he felt as if he did not lack. As they walked out of the school building, he glanced at Sakura from the corner of his eyes. She was completely unaware of him watching her. Her face looked dreamy, her lips slightly parted and her windblown hair made her look like a sprite. Her green eyes glimmered with complete content as a slight smile graced her lips. She almost looked... well... beautiful.

He forgot the feeling he had when he realized that his father was actually gone from this world, and the fact that the Li clan wanted him to come back to China to complete his duty as the Li Clan leader. He was oblivious to all, save for Sakura.

'When she's here, I feel different.' He thought with a slight smile.

"Hmmm, so Li, how are you getting home?" Sakura asked, turning towards him with a slight smile. "Wei is coming to pick me up." He muttered, his previous thoughts shattered. "Oh." Sakura said simply. Syaoran coughed slightly, his face beet red.

"How are you getting home?"

"I think I'll have to walk." Sakura confessed. "Mrs. Simmons has to go to work around this time and I didn't think to ask her for a ride." Immediate concern showed itself on Syaoran's face, although he tried to hide it.

"But your ankle--."

"I'm fine." Sakura replied softly. Her eyes suddenly seemed distant. "It's better then having him pick me up." Syaoran wanted to know who this "him" was... maybe it was Eriol? But he didn't ask. Instead, he found himself firmly gripping Sakura's forearm.

"You can get a ride from me." Syaoran said sternly. Sakura blinked and looked at him. "W-why are you being so nice?" Syaoran was speechless, and suddenly became angry because he felt like a total idiot.

"Because I'm being nice enough to give you a ride! Do you want a ride or not?" Sakura stared at him with open wide eyes. Syaoran heard Wei come up into the school driveway and gripped her arm tightly. "Sakura... I-i don't want you walking with your ankle like that." Sakura was speechless and she lowered her eyes slightly as she winced.

"Ok."

Syaoran let out a sigh and helped her get into his limo.

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Sakura stared intently at Syaoran.

'Why is he being so nice?' She wondered as she fiddled with a piece of hair. Syaoran coughed slightly, not knowing quite what to say.

"So- how's Tomeda?" He asked, his voice gruff and harsh to Sakura's ears.

"It's... pretty good." Sakura answered with a sweet smile. He nodded, not knowing what to say next. They lapsed into silence once again.

"Ms. Kinomoto... where do you live?" Wei asked from his drivers seat.

"77 Bloomington Avenue." Sakura replied. Wei nodded as he turned a sharp corner. Sakura found herself suddenly falling as she was jerked to the side.

"MOU!" Sakura let out as she landed on someone warm. Two sturdy hands steadied her and brought her back up.

"Be gentle with your driving Wei!" Syaoran barked sharply as he stiffly sat back on his corner, his face a violent shade of crimson. Sakura felt her face go absolutely livid with embarrassment.

'It's weird.' Sakura thought to herself as she stole a look at Syaoran. 'But something is different... and I feel as if I'm starting to like him again.' Sudden guilt overwhelmed her. 'But what of Eriol? I can't just dump him or anything, I like him a lot... and he's been really good to me...' Before Sakura knew it, she was before her foster home. Wei jumped out and opened the door for her. Sakura spluttered. She wasn't used to this type of treatment.

"No- Wei I can--."

Wei smiled at her warmly. "This is my job Ms. Kinomoto- I am glad to open a door for such a lovely lady like you." Sakura blushed and nodded as she jumped out.

"Thank you..." She whispered as the limo pulled away.

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"So you are taking a fancy to such a fine lady as Ms. Kinomoto, am I right sir?"

Syaoran clenched his teeth together and gave his butler a sharp and heated glare. "N-no!" He stammered. "Wh-why would I like someone like her?!" He asked fiercely. Wei looked at his master through the drivers mirror and raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Why wouldn't you Master Li? After all, her eyes are your favorite color, she's pretty, cute, musical..." Syaoran clapped his hands over his ears.

"Wei!!"

Wei stopped, amused as he pulled into their long driveway. 'I hope things work out between those two, they seem so cute together...'

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"SAKURA!"

Tom barreled himself into her arms as Sakura opened the door to her foster home. "Tom!" Sakura yelped as she tried to find her sense of balance. Jin peeked out from the kitchen doorway and gave her a shy sweet smile that Sakura find so adorable. "Do you guys want some cookies?" She asked as she ruffled Tom's dark curls. Tom nodded and Jin hurried next to her, his baby blue eyes excited.

"I like Sugar cookies!"

"No! Chocolate chip!" Tom said loudly, Jin tugged at Sakura's shirt insistently. "Sugar." He demanded. Tom pinched his brother's ears. "Chocolate!" He yowled. Jin bursted into tears and Sakura sweat dropped as she scolded Tom.

"Don't pinch your younger brother Tom!" Tom pouted, his dark eyes downcast. Sakura bit her lip and attempted a bright smile. "But it doesn't mean that we have to have all sugar cookies! How about half and half?" Tom looked up quizzically and Sakura wiped the tears from Jin's small baby face. "Come on, into the kitchen we go!" Sakura called cheerfully as she ushered them into the kitchen...

Jin let out a small polite burp and wiped the crumbs off his lips. Jin's grubby hands left stains on the white sofa. Sakura grimaced but smiled at the content look on the small childs face. Then fear he had of her before was gone. He snuggled up to her and closed his bright baby blue eyes, his silky baby blonde hair billowing like a field of wheat across her lap. Tom greedily chomped down the last cookie and smiled brightly at Sakura.

"Wow- I haven't had those stuff for a long time. Thank you!" Sakura smiled gently. "No prob little guy." She replied as she stared at the clock in front of her. It was already 6 and she still had not done any of her homework. Sighing, she moved Jin's head onto the sofa and got up. A piercing ring filled the room and almost gave Sakura a heart attack.

It was the phone. Picking up the black cordless phone, Sakura answered it.

"Moshi moshi? Sakura speaking."

"Sakura!"

"Eriol!" Sakura cried out in surprise. His warm voice washed over her like a tidal wave.

"How are you? Did you practice go well?"

"Very well. Better then I thought." Sakura gushed as she remembered Syaoran's handsome face, which looked at her intently when she fell on him in the car, suddenly she felt very very guilty.

"Oh?" He asked, "Sakura, I wanted to know if you wanted to cheerleading in Tomeda."

"Nani?!" Sakura yelped. "Why would I want to do that?!"

"I don't know. Didn't you use to do Cheerleading in Reedington before your--." He stopped and hesitated. "Sakura?"

Sakura was lost for words as memories she wanted to repress spilled over her like spilt marbles.

"Sakura, I'm sorry..."

"It's ok." Sakura replied, her voice sounding weak and wobbly. "Perfectly fine." She murmured. "Listen Eriol- I need to do my homework before 8, can I call you later?"

"Of course then... C'ya Sakura."

"Bye Eriol."

Sakura hung up the phone and held her head in her hands. The slight snoring and Tom's yawns behind her was drowned out by the buzzing in her head as everything from her past came spilling back to her... after Tory left for the war which had torn their family apart.

::Flashback::

"I wonder how your brother is doing." Nadeshiko said wistfully, her dark black locks pulled back into a firm bun on her head. Nadeshiko swept up the dirty laundry and dumped them into the washer. Sakura quietly folded the clothes that were washed into neat small piles. Fujitaka sighed as he hung the already washed laundry onto the clothesline outside. It was a sunny day but there was a feeling of emptiness in the family.

"He'll be fine Nadeshiko. He's always fine." He replied as he leaned forward to peck his wife on the cheek. Nadeshiko cracked a smile, her beautiful green eyes looking worried. "But he hasn't written back to us for a week!" Nadeshiko fretted. Sakura tried to cheer her mom up.

"I made Oniichan a card... it has our family drawn on the front! We can send it to him right mother?"

Nadeshiko smiled her sweet smile, which was so much like Sakura's.

"Of course..."

Fujitaka cleared his throat. "I think we all need a vacation." Nadeshiko looked at him in surprise. "Vacation? But honey... your work--." Fujitaka smiled his cheerful smile and waved away her worry. "My boss said he'll let me stay outta work for a week. A week of warm weather and warm waters, how about it my beautiful young ladies?" Sakura loved it when he said that, it made her feel beautiful.

"Yay!" Sakura cheered, hugging her father across the waist. "We have the best papa in the world!" Nadeshiko lost her look of wistful thinking and pecked her husband's cheek.

"Yup, he is the best thing that any woman would want. I was lucky." Fujitaka flushed with delight.

[Later...]

Cold water splashed on Sakura's face as they rode the small boat across the beautiful ocean near the islands. "Wheee!" Sakura yelled into the wind as cold salty water whipped about her face. Nadeshiko laughed, feeling joyous and happy. Sakura was glad they had came out here, her mother was no longer sulking and being sad, but she was actually wearing a beautiful bright pink sundress, and Fujitaka seemed pleased with the outcomes of his week off... Then it came as suddenly as it left.

Happiness was ephemeral.

It started raining...

"I knew the skies were looking a bit gray." Nadeshiko said, sulking slightly with a pretty pout. Sakura felt the bitter coldness of the rain on her arms and shivered.

"I heard that when it rains around the tropics, it rains real hard." Fujitaka said worriedly. "Let's try to get to shore before the rain becomes something bigger." With that, Fujitaka turned on the motor and everyone headed for the small cabin. Sakura would never forget that day.

Sakura started to drift off into a light sleep. The gentle rocking of the boat rocked her to sleep and her mother soft singing made her feel comfortable... till she heard a scream.

Sakura bolted up and cried out as the boat jerked to the side. Nadeshiko was already on her feet, her eyes wide and her face ashen.

"Something's wrong! Your fathers not coming in and the storm... it's..."

As if on cue, lightning struck and illuminated the inside of the cabin, thunder rumbled and roared across the dark pitch sky and the waves crashed and tumbled onto the boat, heaving it sideways. Sakura tumbled on the floor as another wave hit the boat and sent the boat rocking side to side. Sakura shed no tears of fear but her eyes were wide and her mouth was dry and tasted like blood. In her fear, she had bitten through her lips. Nadeshiko was beside herself.

"I'm going to check if something happened to your father." Nadeshiko said frantically, patting Sakura on the arm. "Oh Sakura, be brave... it's only a small storm..." But the tears were not on Sakura's face, but on Nadeshiko's pale smooth face. Green met green and Sakura had a terrible feeling it would be the last time she would see those green eyes again.

"MAMA!" She screamed, her throat clogged and her voice hoarse, but her mother already left the cabin, the door was swinging and rain was coming in. There was a scream that sounded like a bullet shattering glass. Sakura leapt to her feet and ran towards the doorway, staggering from the constant movement of the boat. She stooped against the door, rain plastering her hair against her face. Fear dominated her body; it made her strong and weak at the same time.

"MOTHER! FATHER!" Her loud screams were inaudible above the crashing of the wave and the sporadic thundering of lightning. Then the memory she would never forget came to her... as bold and frightening as a sight could become.

Nadeshiko cradled Fujitaka's head on her lap as thunder crashed and waters spilled and poured onto the deck. Blood poured from a head wound and Fujitaka would not awaken. Fright overcame Sakura as she pitched towards them.

Nadeshiko looked up and shook her head... then there was a strange shadow and spray of cold water...

Sakura shook her head out of her flashback and bit her lips; she touched her cheeks and felt tears trailing down her cheekbones.

'I won't cry... I must forget... but...' There was a sigh of wistfulness that spoke more than words could ever express. It was a sigh, which reflected her loneliness and her inner cry of anguish. Her green eyes darkened into an emerald hue as tears, which had not fallen on the day of her parents death finally found its outlet. Sobs wracked her body as she made her way blindly to her room, she did not hear Tom's questioning cry and shut the door behind her.

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Light sobs echoed in the large gothic styled room. A tall beautiful woman with long brown hair and soft brown eyes was sitting in front of an altar with her husband's cremated body within a vase. Burning candles and staring at the picture of the darkly handsome man in the picture frame before her, she could not and did not heed the tall young man who stood at the door, staring into the room.

"Oh... why did you leave?"

Her voice was nothing but a soft whisper, which flitted across the room like a light breeze. The young man with dark amber eyes watched this from his place at the door and he left her to her own despair. His steps were short and angry, and his mind was troubled. He pulled on a dark black jacket and grabbed his keys. Wei stepped up from his corner.

"Master do you want me to drive--."

"No Wei, I feel like being alone." Syaoran said gruffly, his face pensive and bleak. Wei nodded and stepped back. Syaoran headed for his silvery beinz and headed out for some sort of comfort then from the realities of his own world.

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Mr. Simmons stared silently as he tucked his children into bed. Flicking off the lights, he made sure to close the door tightly as he stepped out of the room, running his hand through his hair. His thoughts came across Sakura, the beautiful brunette who was sleeping in his house.

'It's wrong.' He told himself. 'Why am I doing this?' He swallowed hard and his hand fluttered to something within his jacket pocket. The demons within him raged and temptation was too great for him to resist. With unsteady steps he looked at the clock, it was 9:00; it was far too early for Martha to be home. Biting his lips, he scurried up the stairs and tried the door. To his relief the door was opened. Peering in, he saw the small curled up in a ball on her bed, the lamplight illuminating her room brightly. Shutting the softly behind him and locking it, he approached her.

'It's wrong.'

He repeated to himself helplessly. But he did not want to stop. No, he wanted to do what his body wanted him to do...

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Sakura felt something on her face and she opened her eyes, a blob was in front of her and she decided that it must be Tom, because the blob was pretty dark.

"Tom?"

Her eyes focused and she stifled a scream as she saw a heavily breathing Mr. Simmons over her. He grabbed her hair and covered her mouth with his hands.

"One word and I'll fucking kill you." He hissed. Sakura trembled and then started to struggle. She fisted her hands and elbowed the man on the stomach; he let out a small "Oof". Fear made her strong as she turned and hit him aside the face with the book, which was lying on the floor. Colorful curses left his mouth as he staggered and faltered. He glared at her.

"I'll kill you fucking bitch!" He said with a seething angry tone. Sakura struggled with the door and let out a piercing scream as strong hands grabbed her from behind and threw her onto the floor, he struggled with the feisty girl, digging his nails into her skin as he removed something from his jacket. He slapped her across the face as she started to get hysterical. "Shut up." He muttered. He was struggling with the content within the bottle he had removed from within his jacket. Liquid poured out from the blue bottle and he mopped it all over Sakura's face. Sakura gasped, as she smelled the strong smell of chloroform. He tore her shirt and groped at her. His movements were unsure and unsteady.

"Leave me alone!" She cried as she tried to knee him, her fear grew as he tried to kiss her. She recoiled as his wet lips touched her cheek.

'Please... someone help me...'

Sakura prayed for strength and wrenched her arm away from his grasp. With a shrill cry mixed with a frightened sob, she pushed the palm of her hand out and slammed Mr. Simmons straight on the chin. The man let out a surprised curse as blood poured down from his lips. Sakura didn't know what to do, she was feeling very heady and tired... but she knew she couldn't stay. With unusual strength, she slammed into the door and managed to unlock it at the same time. Heavy footsteps resounded behind her and Sakura stumbled as she pulled on her shoes. Tom was in the living room, his sleepy face confused.

"Sakura? Where are you going so late at night?"

Sakura shook her head, tears coming at last as she opened the door to go out.

"Nothing Tom. G-go back to sleep." Her voice cracked and when she saw Mr. Simmons looming near the bottom of the stairway, his face smeared with blood, Sakura ran, she couldn't stay... She ran somewhere... somewhere where she would be away from this world. Sobs racked her body as the reality of her situation finally sunk in. If she hadn't struggled... if she hadn't been strong... then who knows what could have happened? Her body felt heavy as heavy darkness engulfed her. Tears slid down her face as she fell onto the ground...

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Syaoran sat on the swing in the park; his teen visage was strange in some place where children played all the time. But his eyes held the look of lost innocence.

'War, what a load of crock... my father died for it... will it ever end?' With a sigh, he got up as it got darker. His deep artistic face was stone cold as he strode towards the parking lot... He sighed as he looked down the street, which led to where Sakura lived.

'I still can't understand that girl.' He thought to himself, running a hand through his disheveled brown hair, he got in his car, but he hesitated, sensing something. Turning around, he peered around at the darkness, and was surprised when he saw the girl, which troubled him so much run towards him... down the sidewalk, in a wobbly path. Her eyes looked lost and her steps were faltering, until she collapsed. Syaoran felt panic rise up in him.

"SAKURA!" He shut the door of his car and ran towards the fallen figure.

To be Continued...

A/N: I have another story I want to put up soon- I might as well tell you guys what it's about before hand. =P It's going to involve a lot of mafiaviolence... but it's more asian based. It's not going to be a "cult" (like those overused american gang cliches) and I'm hoping you will enjoy it. This story was inspired by Gackt and his CD...

A young girl with strange psychic abilities run into a member of an important mafia. When he learns of her abilities, he takes her away and uses her for gaining revenge on the other mafia for killing someone who was very dear to him. What will happen when the young girl can see his death? Will he believe her and trust the girl who already knows how she is going to die? The mafia leader, a cold and calculating man, finds his own defeat in the eyes of a little mysterious girl who is barely a woman, and she sees her own defeat in his eyes. When the famous and dangerous Syaoran Li falls in love with mysterious Sakura, will he learn the secret which beats within his heart? S/S

I know it's very confusing, but once the story is actual;ly typed up, it will be easier for me to sum it up. Till then- Chao! Review! Thanks to everyone who reviewd and I love every one of you!

-Peonyq1004-