The Assignment
shinrai
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. I'm poor, penniless, and rotten dependent. You wouldn't want to sue me. Author's Notes: I don't know why i keep on updating. I could just remove this fic, but then, i can't bear not to finish this since there's only about a few things i start doing and end up finishing. Despite the fact that i procrastinate, i will finish this. Dang philosophy.
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Chapter II:
Syaoran clicked on the file marked 'Kinomoto' and in seconds, a picture of the young girl he saved that day appeared before him. He scrolled down the screen to review her profile.
Name: Kinomoto Sakura Age: 18 Height: 5'6" Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Course: Mass Communications major in Media Relations Organizations: Cheerleading Club, Track and Field Varsity, Theater Club Residence: Room #312, Juumonji Hall, University Dorm Relations: Father: Kinomoto Fujitaka, Archeology Professor Mother: Kinomoto Nadeshiko, deceased Sibling(s): kinomoto Touya, brother, engineer Others: Daidouji Tomoyo, room mate -- Mission: Terminate Cause of Mission: Threathen the professor
Syaoran scanned the remaining text, which includes Sakura's class schedule for this term. It wasn't an unusual assignment. Someone wants someone else killed and they hire him. He doesn't usually care if the death was justifiable or not. That wasn't his problem. But it gives him pleasure in knowing if his victim was well-worth the bullet he'd instill in their veins. But either way, he couldn't care less. What matters is he lives. In this world, living is a rat race. Nothing else matters but survival. If you live, too bad. If you die, too sad.
But Kinomoto Sakura's profile made him wonder. Why threathen the archeology professor? What does he have? Or what does he know? If it was only to threathen, why not just injure the girl? And why not the brother? Or the professor himself?
He rubbed his chin with his thumb as he contemplted the questions forming in his mind. Suddenly, the hairs on his nape began to rise. He turned to the intruder as he aimed his gun.
Hiirigizawa Eriol lifted a corner of his mouth as he leaned against the door panel crossed-armed, "I see you're after another paycheck."
Syaoran didn't put his Lugger down, "I told you repeatedly not to meddle in my affairs."
The dark-haired boy shrugged, "she was in my way."
"She's my assignment," the amber-eyed assassin continued.
Eriol held both palms up feigning surrender, "I'm not messing. I just happened to pass by with my reliable race machine when she crossed the street. It's not my fault she decided to stand in the middle of the road like a maypole," he grinned, "besdies, you should be thanking me. I made you a hero."
"You blew my cover," he replaced the gun back into its holster as he turned back to his laptop.
"Then you should have left her to die in my 'accident,'" the spectacled boy said, "I could have saved you the trouble."
Syaoran eyed his companion pointedly, "she's MY assignment. If she dies, it's because of me."
"No problem," Eriol answered sinking down on Syaoran's bed, "She's all yours."
Syaoran scrolled the the screen up to Sakura's picture. He remembered the brief moment he spent reveling in her prescence. Too short, too soon. But on that moment, he had her. Beknownst to her, she was already his. All his.
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Amber eyes. Piercing, beautiful, amber eyes.
Sakura couldn't erase the memory of the strange man's eyes from her reverie. It was the most beautiful pair of eyes she's ever seen in her entire life. He must probably be the most beautiful man she's ever laid eyes on. And if she weren't so lucky, he even saved her.
But he was still a stranger. He left her without so much as a stoic scolding and a cold shoulder. He didn't even acknowledge her. Didn't even bother to introduce himself. He came as a stranger and left as a stranger.
"Still thinking about your anonymous hero who dropped you like a hot potato?"
She turned to see her best friend, Tomoyo, fresh out of shpwer in her pyjamas towelling her hair.
"Yeah," she sighed, "i don't know if i should put him under 'Gentleman' or 'Jackass,'" she said forlornly levering her arms out like a scale.
Tomoyo plopped down on her bed and thought for a moment, "it was really nice of him to save you like that. But it was also really rude of him to leave you like that."
"That's what i thought," Sakura chewed her lip contemplatively, "I wonder if i'll ever see him again."
"Who knows," Tomoyo shrugged as she wrapped the towel around her head like a turban, "you just might."
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Sakura hates math. She always have and always will hate math. She also hates any other subject in relation or has any mathematics. That was why she hated Chemistry.
She sighed as she checked the room written in her form.
Room 218. Science building.
It was a big wonder to her why liberal arts students like her had to take math-related subjects. The reason why she took Mass Communications was to avoid math. And yet, here she is, attending a Chemistry orientation. She sighed once again as she entered the classroom and went to the back part to sit.
"Sakura-chan!"
She turned to see her childhood friend, Naoko walking towards her, "Naoko-chan!" she gave her long-time friend a hug as she invited her to sit beside her, "Is this your class too?"
Naoko nodded, "But I'm taking up Comparative Literature, how about you?"
The two talked animatedly for a few minutes until their professor came in. A tall, built man, apparently young, wearing glasses and sassy oxfords, introduced himself, "I'm Motoki Shinji. I'll be teaching you Chemistry for this term."
Motoki-sensei discussed the general out view of their subject and passed papers around to test the students' knowledge on the branch of science.
Sakura had been too caught on what she had to do in the subject that she didn't notice the latecomer who took the seat behind hers.
"Please pass this to the new one behind, Kinomoto," Motoki-sensei said handing out a paper.
Sakura took the paper the girl in front of her handed her and turned to the student behind her, "Here you-" the rest of her sentence died on her lips.
She'd never mistake this face. The hair. Those lips. That nose. Those eyes.
Seated behind her was the man she had been hoping to see again. The man who saved her.
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Syaoran hid a smile behind his cold façade. He couldn't help but revel in the look of shock masking the Kinomoto's face. Shock was actually an understatement. She was so taken aback by his sudden appearance that she couldn't even contain her reaction.
"Kinomoto," Sakura's head snapped towards the sensei's general direction, "Is there something wrong?"
The auburn-haired girl shook her head furiously, "Iie," a light blush tinting her cheeks.
He let the smile escape his lips knowing she has no way of seeing it. Kinomoto Sakura was getting more and more fascinating to him. He almost regretted having to go through his plan. Almost. Since killing her would be so much of a challenge to him now. And that was what he liked most. A challenge. And his assignment was proving to be one amusing challenge.
Syaoran went through the questionnaire languidly, purposely committing errors on some questions so as to raise questions about his academic standing. Chemistry was one of his favorite subjects. It was one of the few things that fascinates him. He liked having to solve a complicated problem. To know the core of an object. To make something better out of one small particle or molecule.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Kinomoto girl's stiff back, trying to look calm. But it was evident that she was distressed. The way her shoulders heaved was sign enough of stress. She didn't know what stress he was bringing into her life. Not that there was any life to be left in her in the end.
Their sensei spoke, "that's all the introduction you'll need. You may pass your papers when you're done and I'll see you in our next class."
He finished his work and walked towards the sensei, all the while feeling his assignment's eyes fixed on him. Subtlety was the key. Let the Kinomoto girl come after him. He could never be blamed for coming after her. He placed his paper on the sensei's desk, gave him a curt nod, and be the first to leave the room.
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shinrai: dang, that took some time to do. Rai: it's raining cats and dogs outside, should've given you enough time to do this. Shinrai: I'm not bionic. Rai: never said you were. Shinrai: sometimes I wonder if you were ever created to piss me off at a large scale. Rai: larger than you can think. Shinrai: enough! I'm encouraging reviews. Rai: I am not.
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. I'm poor, penniless, and rotten dependent. You wouldn't want to sue me. Author's Notes: I don't know why i keep on updating. I could just remove this fic, but then, i can't bear not to finish this since there's only about a few things i start doing and end up finishing. Despite the fact that i procrastinate, i will finish this. Dang philosophy.
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Chapter II:
Syaoran clicked on the file marked 'Kinomoto' and in seconds, a picture of the young girl he saved that day appeared before him. He scrolled down the screen to review her profile.
Name: Kinomoto Sakura Age: 18 Height: 5'6" Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Course: Mass Communications major in Media Relations Organizations: Cheerleading Club, Track and Field Varsity, Theater Club Residence: Room #312, Juumonji Hall, University Dorm Relations: Father: Kinomoto Fujitaka, Archeology Professor Mother: Kinomoto Nadeshiko, deceased Sibling(s): kinomoto Touya, brother, engineer Others: Daidouji Tomoyo, room mate -- Mission: Terminate Cause of Mission: Threathen the professor
Syaoran scanned the remaining text, which includes Sakura's class schedule for this term. It wasn't an unusual assignment. Someone wants someone else killed and they hire him. He doesn't usually care if the death was justifiable or not. That wasn't his problem. But it gives him pleasure in knowing if his victim was well-worth the bullet he'd instill in their veins. But either way, he couldn't care less. What matters is he lives. In this world, living is a rat race. Nothing else matters but survival. If you live, too bad. If you die, too sad.
But Kinomoto Sakura's profile made him wonder. Why threathen the archeology professor? What does he have? Or what does he know? If it was only to threathen, why not just injure the girl? And why not the brother? Or the professor himself?
He rubbed his chin with his thumb as he contemplted the questions forming in his mind. Suddenly, the hairs on his nape began to rise. He turned to the intruder as he aimed his gun.
Hiirigizawa Eriol lifted a corner of his mouth as he leaned against the door panel crossed-armed, "I see you're after another paycheck."
Syaoran didn't put his Lugger down, "I told you repeatedly not to meddle in my affairs."
The dark-haired boy shrugged, "she was in my way."
"She's my assignment," the amber-eyed assassin continued.
Eriol held both palms up feigning surrender, "I'm not messing. I just happened to pass by with my reliable race machine when she crossed the street. It's not my fault she decided to stand in the middle of the road like a maypole," he grinned, "besdies, you should be thanking me. I made you a hero."
"You blew my cover," he replaced the gun back into its holster as he turned back to his laptop.
"Then you should have left her to die in my 'accident,'" the spectacled boy said, "I could have saved you the trouble."
Syaoran eyed his companion pointedly, "she's MY assignment. If she dies, it's because of me."
"No problem," Eriol answered sinking down on Syaoran's bed, "She's all yours."
Syaoran scrolled the the screen up to Sakura's picture. He remembered the brief moment he spent reveling in her prescence. Too short, too soon. But on that moment, he had her. Beknownst to her, she was already his. All his.
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Amber eyes. Piercing, beautiful, amber eyes.
Sakura couldn't erase the memory of the strange man's eyes from her reverie. It was the most beautiful pair of eyes she's ever seen in her entire life. He must probably be the most beautiful man she's ever laid eyes on. And if she weren't so lucky, he even saved her.
But he was still a stranger. He left her without so much as a stoic scolding and a cold shoulder. He didn't even acknowledge her. Didn't even bother to introduce himself. He came as a stranger and left as a stranger.
"Still thinking about your anonymous hero who dropped you like a hot potato?"
She turned to see her best friend, Tomoyo, fresh out of shpwer in her pyjamas towelling her hair.
"Yeah," she sighed, "i don't know if i should put him under 'Gentleman' or 'Jackass,'" she said forlornly levering her arms out like a scale.
Tomoyo plopped down on her bed and thought for a moment, "it was really nice of him to save you like that. But it was also really rude of him to leave you like that."
"That's what i thought," Sakura chewed her lip contemplatively, "I wonder if i'll ever see him again."
"Who knows," Tomoyo shrugged as she wrapped the towel around her head like a turban, "you just might."
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Sakura hates math. She always have and always will hate math. She also hates any other subject in relation or has any mathematics. That was why she hated Chemistry.
She sighed as she checked the room written in her form.
Room 218. Science building.
It was a big wonder to her why liberal arts students like her had to take math-related subjects. The reason why she took Mass Communications was to avoid math. And yet, here she is, attending a Chemistry orientation. She sighed once again as she entered the classroom and went to the back part to sit.
"Sakura-chan!"
She turned to see her childhood friend, Naoko walking towards her, "Naoko-chan!" she gave her long-time friend a hug as she invited her to sit beside her, "Is this your class too?"
Naoko nodded, "But I'm taking up Comparative Literature, how about you?"
The two talked animatedly for a few minutes until their professor came in. A tall, built man, apparently young, wearing glasses and sassy oxfords, introduced himself, "I'm Motoki Shinji. I'll be teaching you Chemistry for this term."
Motoki-sensei discussed the general out view of their subject and passed papers around to test the students' knowledge on the branch of science.
Sakura had been too caught on what she had to do in the subject that she didn't notice the latecomer who took the seat behind hers.
"Please pass this to the new one behind, Kinomoto," Motoki-sensei said handing out a paper.
Sakura took the paper the girl in front of her handed her and turned to the student behind her, "Here you-" the rest of her sentence died on her lips.
She'd never mistake this face. The hair. Those lips. That nose. Those eyes.
Seated behind her was the man she had been hoping to see again. The man who saved her.
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Syaoran hid a smile behind his cold façade. He couldn't help but revel in the look of shock masking the Kinomoto's face. Shock was actually an understatement. She was so taken aback by his sudden appearance that she couldn't even contain her reaction.
"Kinomoto," Sakura's head snapped towards the sensei's general direction, "Is there something wrong?"
The auburn-haired girl shook her head furiously, "Iie," a light blush tinting her cheeks.
He let the smile escape his lips knowing she has no way of seeing it. Kinomoto Sakura was getting more and more fascinating to him. He almost regretted having to go through his plan. Almost. Since killing her would be so much of a challenge to him now. And that was what he liked most. A challenge. And his assignment was proving to be one amusing challenge.
Syaoran went through the questionnaire languidly, purposely committing errors on some questions so as to raise questions about his academic standing. Chemistry was one of his favorite subjects. It was one of the few things that fascinates him. He liked having to solve a complicated problem. To know the core of an object. To make something better out of one small particle or molecule.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Kinomoto girl's stiff back, trying to look calm. But it was evident that she was distressed. The way her shoulders heaved was sign enough of stress. She didn't know what stress he was bringing into her life. Not that there was any life to be left in her in the end.
Their sensei spoke, "that's all the introduction you'll need. You may pass your papers when you're done and I'll see you in our next class."
He finished his work and walked towards the sensei, all the while feeling his assignment's eyes fixed on him. Subtlety was the key. Let the Kinomoto girl come after him. He could never be blamed for coming after her. He placed his paper on the sensei's desk, gave him a curt nod, and be the first to leave the room.
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shinrai: dang, that took some time to do. Rai: it's raining cats and dogs outside, should've given you enough time to do this. Shinrai: I'm not bionic. Rai: never said you were. Shinrai: sometimes I wonder if you were ever created to piss me off at a large scale. Rai: larger than you can think. Shinrai: enough! I'm encouraging reviews. Rai: I am not.