AN: Hello people! I thank you for your reviews! I love every single one! I don't have much to say, but there are a few reviewers who I would like to say a few words to:

-memories679: I looked up the word, and bazaar was spelled correctly. But it was the wrong word to use in the sentence. The real one to use was spelled closer to the way you had spelled it. It's spelled Bizarre (you were close, you just had to get rid of one Z and add another R.) I apologize for the error, but thanks for telling me!

-Inkblots: Yes, I will update Eyewitness News, but I just don't know when. You are going to have to be patient with me on that story, because that one is more complicated to write than this one. I haven't written chapter 6 yet, but I'll get started on it as soon as I can.

-Val: You know, I didn't notice that I was doing that, but thanks for telling me. If you hadn't, I think I wouldn't have ever noticed it. But because I was half way into this chapter, I was able to write what you said into the chapter and mention Sakura's detecting skills. -_-;; But I didn't do a good job though . . .

Let's see, what else . . . oh, sorry guys, but Melinda will not appear in this chapter. However, she will appear in the next one. She has to, because her role in the story is very important. ^-^ You'll see what her role is as the story continues.

Things you should know:

"Someone talking"

Someone's thoughts

~*~*~ Changing to someone else's Point of View (You will be told whose point of view). When I am changing the setting of the story and that doesn't appear, it means it is still the same point of view from the previous setting.

[Author's Notes]

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Clamp but the plot is mine and any new characters are mine

Murdering Angel

Chapter Nine

(Li's P.O.V: House)

I couldn't get what Ling had said to me three days ago out of my mind. No matter what, it just wouldn't go away. Even when I work, the only thing I can think about is what Ling said.

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling of my room, feeling horribly guilty of the way I have been treating Kinomoto. Believe me, I don't want to give her the cold shoulder and I don't want to ignore her. But I can't help it. If I don't act the way I do, then what Ling said . . . can be true.

No! No, no, no, no, NO! It can't be true! It just can't! And coming from Ling, it has to be some nasty ploy of hers to get me back!, I tell myself fiercely. Just forget about the fight. That's all you have to do. Just forget about the fight.

A lot of good that did.

~~Flashback~~~

I drag Ling out of the hospital and into the parking lot, furious that she was here, furious at the fact that she interrupted the kiss!

"Never call Kinomoto a bitch again, do you hear me?!" I nearly yell as I let go of her arm. She glared at me.

"I have to! You are my husband, and no one is allowed to kiss you except me!"

"You don't own me, Ling, you never have. I now kiss who I want, when I want!"

"So you want to give me up just to be with that low-life, below average, ugly bitch?!"

"Didn't I tell you not to call her that again?!" I roar. I notice people starting to stare at us, but I don't care.

"Well that's what she is" Ling snapped.

"No she isn't, because she isn't the one who aborted my child without even telling me that I could have been a father!"

"You should be thankful that I could have given birth to your child!"

No one, and I mean no one, has ever made me as furious as this woman standing in front of me.

"Besides, look at me, and look at her!" She said furiously.

"I did, in the hospital, and I saw a major difference. Sakura is the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and the most attractive. And the fact that her personality doesn't betray her image is what makes her more attractive!"

"One of the most- She is not beautiful! Men want me, not her!"

"She is beautiful, if you hadn't noticed. She has auburn hair which glistens in the sun and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Almost like they were real emeralds; and what makes them unique is that you can see her soul through them, and her soul is pure and wonderful!"

Ling shook with rage. "My eyes are beautiful" she growled. "I am the most beautiful woman there ever is!"

"No, Sakura is."

She finally exploded. "She is not beautiful! And the only reason why you say that is because you are in love with her!"

~~~End Of Flashback~~~

You are in love with her

That single sentence can never leave my mind, it refuses to disperse. I bet Ling is regretting ever saying those words at this very moment. She had seemed shock and horrified to realize what she had screamed.

I wasn't horrified, just shocked. I had literally blanked-out, not knowing what or how to respond.

But me, in love with Kinomoto? Impossible. It's bazaar, it's out of the question, its' . . .

it's . . .

It's not what?

I groan, not knowing any other reason.

You are in love with her

"Just stop it" I growl lowly to the thin air, already going through the flashback again.

And if you thought I had forgotten about saying Sakura rather than Kinomoto during the argument, you're wrong. I remember that all too well. I should have said Kinomoto, but I was too busy listening to something else rather than to my brain.

Actually, ever since I met Kinomoto, I haven't listened to my brain. There is something else my mouth is listening to.

Forget that! Make up with Kinomoto!

I knew where that came from: my guilt. My over-flowing guilt of having ignored Kinomoto for no excuse. She didn't deserve getting the cold-shoulder. I mean, she was horrified at the thought of Tsuchida watching her; I need to be there to comfort her and assure her that she is safe, I need to protect her and-

I growled again. She doesn't need protection, and I sure as hell am not the one who needs to give her something that she doesn't need.

So why do I have the great urge to run over to her and wrap my arms around her to protect her so that she may be safe?

You are in love with her

I snapped. I grabbed the closest thing, and hurled it to the wall, glaring as the lamp shattered into pieces.

I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER! Whatever is happening to me is something else! And I am going to find out what!

I was breathing deeply, as I stare at the broken lamp. I get off the bed and walk to the door, needing to get out of this room. It seemed stuffy. I open the door and the first thing I see is none other than Kinomoto. I resisted the urge to slam the door. I knew it sounded rude to even have the urge to do that, but I can't help it. Damn it, here I am trying to figure things out and all of this confusion is because of Kinomoto, and the one person who I needed to get away from is standing right here in front of me.

It's official. She's a witch. That's the only thing I can think of. She probably does incantations or dances under the moonlight naked or something like that. She did something to me, but I don't want to ask her about it.

And it's not love.

"Li . . ." she said, but then paused. She stood there, looking at me, and her position made her look as if she was going to knock. She then looked pass me. "Oh, that's what I heard" she mumbled. I glance back, and then realize that she was talking about the lamp. She looked back at me. "Frustrated?"

That's an understatement . . .

"Yeah" I say, a little uncomfortable. My heart was beating so hard against my ribs that I was surprised Kinomoto couldn't hear it. But why is my heart beating this way?

You are in love with her

I grasp the edge of the door in a tight grip. It is not love. I know how love feels like because I had loved Ling, and this isn't it. It's something else, I just don't know what!

She only nodded, and I couldn't help but look at what she wore. Shorts, and a tank-top that showed her midriff. She was exposing so much skin, which brought my thoughts back to the beach several weeks ago when the sun had shined at an angle and resulted in me seeing a little more than what we both would have expected.

I gulp. Now the hallway seems stuffy; the whole house seems stuffy!

"I need to get out of here" I say hoarsely, and walk right past her at a quick pace. I mentally apologize at my rude exit, but I didn't turn around. I didn't stop walking until I was out of the house, and several feet away from it. I bent over, placed my hands on my knees, and I breathe in deeply, as if I hadn't taken a breath of air for days.

What's happening to me?

"Li, are you okay, man?" I look up and see Hiiragazawa and Daidouji holding hands. Their linked hands reminded me of when I had grabbed Kinomoto's hand at the beach.

"Yes . . . no. I need to talk to you" I reply as I stand straight. "Alone" I added, glancing at Daidouji.

She sighed. "I guess that's my cue. I'll just go into the house and speak to Sakura." She gave Hiiragazawa a peck on the lips before leaving.

"Li, you look on the verge of a nervous breakdown. What the hell is wrong?"

"I don't know" I admit. "But all I know is that the cause of the way I am acting is Kinomoto."

He looked confused. "Sakura? Why?"

"Because! Weird things happen to me every time she is near!"

And it's not love, I think forcefully before the stupid line that says I'm in love with her can pop up.

He blinked, but then he grinned. But this grin wasn't creepy. It was more of a satisfaction grin. "Well, well, well, I can't believe it."

I scowl when he didn't continue. Bastard, he knows something. "Can't believe what?"

He shrugged. "I can't tell you."

"The hell you can't."

"The hell I can."

I wanted to kick his ass! "Just tell me!"

He shook his head. "My friend, this is an internal battle that only you can fight. You may win, you may lose, but I'm sure it'll all work out in the end."

Riddles. He is giving me riddles!

"Tell me!"

He sighed. "I can't help you."

I scowl. I know he can. Damn it, he knows what's wrong with me, and he refuses to say a thing.

"Shall we go inside?" He asked.

"No, I need . . . to go for a walk."

Yeah, right. The real reason was because I wanted to avoid Kinomoto . . . again.

Hiiragazawa nodded and walked passed me, but then he muttered something as he went by.

"It's just like before, only this time it's the real thing."

I look back at him as he walks to the house. Just like before? The real thing?

Then what Ling said popped into my mind again, and this time I didn't think anything about it. I needed this walk to clear my head, to think about what Hiiragazawa said, to think about what Ling said.

And to think about the real reason why I act around Kinomoto the way I do.

~*~*~(Sakura's P.O.V)

"Why is he ignoring me?" I asked softly as me and Tomoyo sit in the living room, drinking lemonade. "At first, I thought it was because of Numi, but now . . . I think I did something wrong."

"No, that's not it. Maybe he is upset at the fact that he had another argument with Numi."

Eriol walked in just then, and he was smiling. He looked at me for a second before looking at Tomoyo.

"It's happening" he starts.

I look at Tomoyo; her face had brightened. "Really?"

"Yup."

"When?"

"Probably for a while."

"Then why-"

"Confused."

"Has he-?"

"No."

"Will he-"

"By the end of the day."

Tomoyo grinned. "Yes!"

I look from one to the other, both of them looking as if they had just won the Olympics or something.

"Huh?" Is all I say. They look at me, satisfaction written all over their faces.

"Don't worry about it" Tomoyo says.

Eriol then looks at me. "Li won't be back for a while. He went out for a walk."

Sadness washed over me, knowing that in truth, he is avoiding me. "Okay . . ." I whisper, tracing the top of the cup.

I feel Eriol sit next to me and I look at him. "Sakura, Li is having . . . well, he is frustrated right now, and he isn't sure what to do. He is trying to figure something out, and it's there, he just can't grasp it and it's frustrating him."

"So . . . I didn't do something wrong?"

He shook his head. "You did nothing wrong. So don't worry about it."

I blink, and then smile, relieved.

"Oh!" Tomoyo suddenly exclaimed. "I almost forgot! You have to watch out for Lang."

I frown at the name. "Lang? Why?"

"Because Lin told me that Lang is someone you have to watch out for. I'll explain later when . . ." She waved her hand around. "Well, when the time is right. Just know that you have to be on guard around her at all times."

Okay . . . everyone is acting a little too weird. Li's sudden coldness (although now there is a reason) and now Tomoyo and Eriol.

It's official. I'm the only normal one.

I suddenly yawn and I put a hand to cover my mouth. It's only the polite thing to do.

"I guess you're a little sleepy" Tomoyo stated with humor. She stood up along with Eriol. "We'll go and so you could take a nap."

I merely nod, suddenly feeling very sleepy. I feel the cup being taken away and I lay down on the couch, closing my eyes. I don't even hear Tomoyo and Eriol leave as I drift off to sleep . . .

~~~DREAM~~~

My eyes flutter open, and I look around at my surroundings.

Clouds, nothing but clouds. But these clouds are white and fluffy, indicating that wherever I am, it's sunny at the place. I look down.

I wish I hadn't.

Dear God, I am in mid-air! Beneath my feet are houses, some with pools, others with grassy backyards. And I am falling. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. I close my eyes, expecting myself to hit the floor resulting in my brain being splattered all over the pavement. Much to my surprise, I feel my feet landing on something soft. I open my eyes and see that I am standing on a bed. How I got through the roof unharmed is beyond me.

I hear screams of outrage. I think for a moment that I had landed in a house where two people are fighting when I hear a gunshot. My first thought is to reach for my gun, an instinct in law enforcement when we hear gunshots.

But for some reason, I get off the bed and start walking to the door, calmly as if I have all the time in the world. I urge my feet to walk faster, to run, to even jump or skip to where the gunshot came from, but my legs continued to walk calmly! It didn't take a genius to figure out that I have absolutely no control of my body over here.

I reach the stairs and stand there, looking like an idiot. I swear, whoever isn't letting me have control over my body is going to-

Something came out of me. I don't know what, but all of a sudden I felt as if something was sucked out of me. I bend over and gasp, and then I realize that I had controlled that movement. I stand up straight, and I marvel at the fact that I am no longer a puppet at the hands of . . . whoever was controlling me.

But then another gunshot. This time, I run. I ran down the stairs and into the living room, and my eyes widened at the sight. Blood. Blood everywhere. On the walls, on the ceiling, on the furniture. And in the middle was a person, on the ground. The face was lifted, and I gasp.

It was me! I was staring at my own face! And I was crying!

I felt tears go down my face as I stared at myself. She looked down, and that's when I noticed that she was holding something in her arms. My tears came down faster, realizing that what I -she- was holding, was a body.

A dead body.

"I lost you" she whispered. "I lost you."

My body quivered. I wanted to leave, I wanted to scream, I wanted to do anything than stare at myself holding someone who I felt was someone I loved.

"I lost you" I hear myself -me- whisper. I close my eyes, and when I reopened them, I realize that I am now holding the body. The face was in shadows, but I knew it was someone I had known. "I lost you . . . but I'll always . . . I'll always . . . lo-"

"SAKURA!"

~~~~End of Dream~~~~

My eyes snap open, and the first thing I see is Li, his eyes showing worry.

"Li?" I whisper. I sit and put a hand on my cheek, and felt that it is wet.

"God, I came in and saw you shifting restlessly and then you started to cry and I thought you were getting hurt and I tried to wake you but you wouldn't open your eyes and so I shook you several times and you still wouldn't wake up so I had to shout out your name and-"

He was speaking so fast I was barely able to understand what he was saying. I tried to interrupt but he continued to babble. Worry was clearly shown in his eyes, and he looked scared for some reason. I have never seen him scared.

But then, I realized something that he said. My name. He had said my first name. And I don't think he realizes it. So I held my tongue, not willing to mention it because if I do, I might actually let him start calling me by my first name and then we might get closer . . . so close that I might want to be with the guy! And that isn't what I want!

" . . . and crying?"

I blink, and then realized that he had finally stopped babbling and had asked me a question

"Huh?"

"Why were you shifting restlessly and crying?" He repeated.

The dream, I had forgotten about it for thirty seconds because I was thinking abut the way he had said my name. My heart clenched, sadness sweeping over me, and I felt like crying again.

But it's so stupid for me to cry over a dream. I don't need to cry over something that my brain had decided to conjure up.

"I had a dream" I finally say, and, appalled, I heard the shake in my voice. "It was . . . unusual at first, but then it became normal . . . but scary." I bit my lip. "I don't want to remember" I whisper, but determined to just forget the stupid dream.

"It's okay" he soothe. "You just scared-" He paused. "You just worried me" he said, and before I can say anything, he stood up briskly. "I brought over food, eat something before you go to bed." He walked away, and although my stomach was growling at the mention of food, I didn't move. Why did he pause?

But then the dream came roaring back like a tidal wave, and I actually shuddered. Although I still believed it as a stupid dream, I couldn't shake a terrifying feeling: a feeling that time was running out. A feeling that if time did run out, then the dream . . . might come true.

But what exactly has to happen before time runs out? The only think I can think of is John Doe, that I have to stop the killings and figure out who in hell this damn guy is.

But it's a stupid dream! My brain insisted and I agreed, so whatever this feeling is, I have to shake it off. It's nothing but a dream, only a dream, and nothing more.

I glance at the coffee table and noticed the piles of paper there. It wasn't there when I had fallen asleep, so Li must have brought that over from his walk. He must have gone to the PI building, because on top of the file read 'John Doe'.

I frown as I realize that Li has been doing all the work; reaching all the conclusions. Where in hell has my detecting skills gone? It isn't that I'm a bad detective; I've always thought that I was a good one. But throughout the time I had this case, I came up with nothing, nothing at all. But it's because this stupid killer leaves nothing behind, therefore I can't figure out who in hell this guy is. I have always solved cases by first following up on evidence that was left behind by a killer, and because I was busy trying to find anything that might give me a clue on who this is, I wasn't able to solve this case by a different angle.

And then Li came, and the fact that he was my partner, and considering my past, I had started to concentrate more on making sure I don't get betrayed again rather then on the case. Then Li started to annoy me and make me angry with his success of already unraveling the mystery of John Doe, which forced me to try and figure out another conclusion before he can, but I was trying too hard, and trying too hard never got me anywhere.

And then my sudden attractiveness towards him kicked in, and then my whole concentration was on me trying to control it, trying to make sure that this attraction doesn't get out of hand. And then-

I frown. Too many 'And thens'.

My stomach growled again, demanding food, and I sighed as I stood up. But I made a decision. I am going to help Li, not rival him. Even though we would sit together and look over papers together, I was silently rivaling him, trying to beat him. But I am going to stop and actually help him, give him suggestions, and hopefully he, too, will give me suggestions and I might actually find something.

I frown. I don't like having help, but it looks like I have no choice. But I am not going to let him boss me around. By all means, I will still do what I want, when I want. And this doesn't mean that I will stop trying to push him away. I'll still push him, and the best way to do that is by both of us paying all our attention on our work, and the more we work, the faster we solve the mystery, and the faster we solve it, the faster Li will no longer be my partner.

~*~*~(Syaoran's P.O.V)

Scared. I was scared. I sat numbly on the my bed, reliving the fear I felt when I couldn't wake her up, the fear I felt when she began crying. And it was just a simple dream she had. Nothing but a dream. But she looked so scared . . .

I had walked, clearing my thoughts, and when reaching nothing, I had gone to the PI building. Then I came home, only to see Kinomoto on the couch, shifting restlessly. When was the last time I was scared for a little thing? It has been a long time a woman was the cause of the fear.

You are in love with her

I clenched my hands, resisting the urge to jump up and hit the wall. That sentence was getting annoying. I swear, if I had a dime for every time that sentence had popped into my mind, this room would be filled with them little coins.

I am tired of hearing those words, I am tired of being confused 24/7, I am tired of . . . of . . .

Running away . . .

I blink. There is that random thought again, and it's one of the stupidest ones I have heard. Running away? From what? I am not running away!

Stop running . . .

I growl. I am not running! I then growl again, realizing that I am now fighting with myself. Great, just great. If Sakura saw me-

KINOMOTO!, I remind myself fiercely. She is known to you as Saku- Kinomoto!!

I flung myself on my bed, frustrated beyond belief. What was the point? Ever since I had said her name when I kissed her the second time, it has become a battle just to keep myself from saying her first name out loud. But apparently, it was a losing war trying to keep myself from saying Sakura in my mind. So why not just call her Sakura in my mind? I mean, she hasn't given permission for me to say her name out loud, but it doesn't mean I can't say them in my thoughts. I have every right to call her Sakura in my mind.

Especially since I am in love with her.

I sat up with a jolt. I couldn't believe I just thought that, and this time I don't have the excuse of it being a random thought, because it wasn't a random thought. But still, I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't.

. . . No, that was a complete lie. Damn it, what I can't believe is the fact that I keep denying it, even though I can't any longer. The blinds are gone, pretending is out of the question. The truth is out and simple:

I am in love with Kinomoto Sakura.

Ling saw it.

Hiiragazawa and Daidouji saw it (I'm sure of it).

But I forced myself not to see it. I was so hurt from what Ling did that I didn't want to risk falling in love again, so I made as many excuses as I can to keep myself from falling in love with Sakura, even though now I know it was a losing battle from the start; even saying that 'falling in love again is a stupid mistake' was a pathetic excuse.

When I had fallen for her, though, is beyond me. It could have been the day we first met, or it could have been the day I found out she had such a traumatizing past, or it could even have been the day when I had first kissed her. But it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is the fact that I had fallen for her. Period.

But why does it feel so different from when I was in love with Ling? That's the part that I don't understand.

"It's just like before, only this time it's the real thing."

Hiiragazawa's words rang in my ears. He said that my love for Kinomoto is the real thing. But my love for Ling was real too . . . wasn't it?

I closed my eyes, remembering how Ling had admitted her love to me first. I hadn't known how to respond, because I had seriously never thought about love, never thought about my feelings, and didn't think about how my next words would affect the future. But her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, her face filled with hope and fear. So I had said the one thing that I knew would make her happy:

I said that I loved her too.

I groan, realizing that I had felt obligated to say that, rather than think things over. I had let the way Ling had looked affect my choice of words. And I had simply forced myself to believe that I really did love her since then, when in truth, it was all a lie. My love for her was nothing more than me feeling obligated to love her. This explains why I never really cared about her affairs. If a man really did love his woman, then he would have gotten jealous, made it clear to anybody that she was his, and no other. But I didn't do that. I simply let her continue.

I became angry at myself. I married her, and the love was never mutual, my love wasn't real.

But my love for Kinomoto is real. Dear God, it's so real that I am having a hard time believing it. My heart beats every time she is near, I had become over-protective of her, I began to care about her well-fare. But why her? Why not any other woman who was interested in me, willing to start a relationship, rather than one woman who wasn't interested in me at all, who didn't want to get involved?

There was my answer right there. She is different, she isn't like those other women. Other women saw fortune, good-looks when they look at me. Kinomoto saw an annoying man who would simply get in her way. It's ironic how the one woman who isn't interested, is the one woman who I fall for.

Will it be easy to tell her?, I ask myself. And then I snort. Of course it wouldn't be easy. It would be as hard as me lifting a small sports car. Too many obstacles are in the way, such as the case. I can't let my emotions affect the case, and telling Sakura about what I feel might make her uncomfortable if she doesn't feel the same way and that would definitely jeopardize our way of solving the John Doe case.

And then there is our pasts. She was raped and hurt by the one man she trusted, and her trust in men is not very solid. I doubt she trusts me 100%. There is still a small portion of her brain that is warning her to watch out for me to betray her the way other people had. And then there is me being married to Ling and-

My eyes widened. Son of a bitch!

I definitely can't tell Sakura my feelings if I am tied down to another woman! Sakura would never, ever, let anything between us happen if I am still married! I have to get Ling to sign those damn papers!

I pick up the cell phone on my night stand and dial my lawyer's number, and impatiently wait for him to pick up.

"Yoshida Hiro" came my lawyer's voice.

"It's been going on way too long, Hiro" I say. "I want the divorce over with. Tell Ling's lawyer to tell her that I'll take away ten thousand dollars from the settlement for every day that she doesn't sign the papers, starting tomorrow."

Silence from the other end. "Who is she?" He was slightly amused, I can tell.

I tried to act ignorant. "What do you mean?"

"For a year, you didn't threaten to take away anything from the settlement, you waited almost patiently. There is only one reason you would want to get the divorce final now: there is someone else you want to be with, and Numi Ling is in the way."

"Just get Ling's lawyer on your phone, and tell her what I just said" I order, ignoring what he said

I can imagine him grinning. "Fine, don't tell me who she is. I'm satisfied knowing that there is another woman. I'll contact Olivia, and pass on the information. You do know that Numi is not going to take this lightly."

"I bet on it" I agree before I hang up.

I hope Ling sign those papers fast. Even though something might never happen between me and Sakura, I would rather know that it is because she feels nothing for me, and not because Ling is in the way.

I close my eyes and lay back down. I am taking this a little too calmly, so I know that tonight, the shock is really going to hit me and I am going to stay up almost all night thinking about how for the past few months, it was my heart I was listening to and not my brain, and that my heart now belongs to Sakura.

~*~*~(Third person P.O.V)

Hiro chuckled to himself as he hanged up the phone. So, the boss is interested in another woman, which is quite a miracle, seeing that he is going through a very nasty divorce. But now he wants the divorce final now. In Hiro's opinion, it's about time Syaoran did something to get Ling on with her life. Hiro had never liked her. Before the filing of the divorce, he was her lawyer too, and every time she came to his office, she gave him a look that told him she was higher and better than him. What a bitch.

He picked up the phone again and dialed the number to Olivia's cell phone. He waited until she picked up.

"What?" She growled.

Hiro blinked. "Olivia? This is Yoshida."

A pause. "Oh. Sorry. May I help you?"

Out of all the times Hiro has talked to her, she was never rude. He didn't know what was wrong, but didn't feel it was his place to ask (especially when he had the feeling that it was Ling that was making her act rude). "Xiao-Lang called me with information to pass on . . ."

(Half an hour later)

"What?" Ling whispered as she stared at her lawyer in Olivia's hotel room. Olivia expected her to yell, so she wasn't prepared for whispering.

"He said-"

"I heard you" Ling snapped as she began to glare at her. "He can't do this to me! Damn it, he just can't! Why would he all of a sudden do this?! He was never so harsh, so . . . so cruel!"

Olivia restrained to roll her eyes. Harsh? Cruel? Ling was coming off easy, in her opinion. Apparently, Ling didn't seem to realize that Syaoran was very capable to reduce Ling's pride by leaving her with absolutely nothing.

Ling began to pace. "This isn't fair! Xiao-Lang has been trying to convince me with words to divorce him, not by taking away money! God, if I wasn't so sure that I would lose in the bitter end if I don't get him back, then I wouldn't worry! But once there is no money to take away, he'll fight me in court, and then he'll win. Damn it, why did he do this! What could have made him-"

She froze, and Olivia watched her with wariness.

"Kinomoto" Ling whispered, and Olivia heard hatred as she spoke the name. "He realized it . . . and he wants me out of the way . . ."

Realized what?, Olivia thought, but didn't ask. Instead, she continued to watch Ling fume.

"I hate that wench" she snarled. "I need to tell Kiyo, I have to-" Ling paused and looked at her. It was then she realized that her client hadn't realized that she was still in the hotel room. Ling straightened.

"I am assuming you are going to go to this Kiyo now to plan how to get Li back?"

Ling frowned. "Another comment out of you, and I'll fire you."

Olivia was very tempted to say another comment just so she can be free from that wretched woman, but instead kept her mouth closed as Ling walked out the door. Olivia wanted to go back home, back to her husband. Was that so wrong? What did she do to deserve this bitchy, spoiled client?

Absolutely nothing.

AN: I am very hesitant in uploading this *bangs head on keyboard* I do NOT like the way this chapter turned out. I had a certain expectation, but this chapter ended up writing itself. *frowns* Don't you just hate it when the first few chapters of the story you had written is great but once it reaches the middle you feel as if it isn't as good as before? A book I read said that when an author doesn't like his or her writing of a certain part or scene, then that is a good sign; that the part is, in fact, very good. -_-; I suppose there is only one way to find out. Reviews? Please? And no flames! (I think I'll be able to tell if this chapter is any good by the amount of reviews I get, so there is no need for flames.) And if this chapter does suck, I promise I will make the next one better!