AN: Wow, I'm glad this story is successful! Thank you for all your reviews! It made my birthday a lot brighter! Your reviews give me support, which is what I'm going to need for the next chapters. Believe me. Hopefully, this chapter has less spelling mistakes. As I said, I had to do the last two chapters on my own without Lee, my editor. Sorry about all the spelling mistakes in those chapters.
And yes, this story is kinda now having a supernatural thing going on. I didn't exactly plan on that when I started this story, but, as you can see, it didn't matter what I had planned on. And the voice that was in the last chapter was a ghost, just in case you weren't sure (a couple of people asked me about that).
Time Warp: I have no idea how the divorce system works. All I now is that they sign the papers, and it takes months before the divorce is finalized. I am just guessing. And I can't answer about whether you are right or wrong about your guess of who JD is. No yet, at least.
Illusions-chan: Unfortunately, no. Touya and Yukito are not in this story. I would put them into the story, but the truth is that I have no place to put them. When I first started this story, I considered putting them in the story, but then where would they go? I couldn't put Touya as the big brother because Sakura was supposed to be cold-hearted and the way she got that way was because she lost everyone. I didn't have the heart to make Sakura lose both parents and a sibling (which is ironic because I made her lose both parents and a maid. -_-). And where would I put Yukito? When I considered putting him in, I couldn't think of a place to put him in the story. Sorry.
And I believe someone asked me whether Meiling was going to be in this story or not. I'm not sure if that was for the 12th chapter, or the 11th, but I'll answer it anyway. No, Meiling also will not be appearing in this story. I had thought of putting her as Syaoran's wife, but I didn't want to make Meiling that mean. In the series she proved herself to be a nice person, so there was no way I was going to give her Ling's personality. No sir.
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 Thirteen
(Third Person P.O.V: Thursday Morning: Eriol)
Eriol stared at Melinda as she hummed while she drew on the floor. Eriol opened his mouth to speak, but immediately closed it, not knowing how to explain to a little girl about what he has been hearing for the past three days, since Monday.
Protect her or she will die!
"Stop it" he growled lowly. That same sentence became more urgent then before, and he seems to hear it frequently. It was getting in the way with his thoughts, and it was frustrating him. He knew Tomoyo was going through the same thing he was. She seemed scared, and he desperately wanted to comfort her, give her a reason for why they are going through this. But he knew he couldn't because he was a bit scared himself with what they were hearing.
"Eriol?" Melinda looked up from her drawing. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong."
"Then why are you holding the glass like that?"
Eriol looked down at the glass he was drinking water from, and he noticed that he was holding it in a tight grip. Cracks were beginning to appear.
"Eriol . . . is something going to happen?"
He looked up and saw her face, filled with fear.
"What makes you say that?"
"Well . . ." She seemed scared to tell him and looked down at her drawing. "I keep hearing things . . . in my head."
Eriol put the glass down, knowing that if he didn't he would surely drop it.
He walked up to her and kneeled in front of her.
"What things?" He asked, a little too quickly.
"Scary things . . . bad things. They keep saying that death is near, no where to run. I've also had dreams."
"What types of dreams?"
"It starts out with me floating in the air, then I fall and the next thing I know I'm in a bedroom. There's a gunshot, and I start to walk. Then when I reach the stairs, I hear another gunshot, and then the next thing I know, I'm being held in someone's arms, and there is a pain in my stomach." She looked at him with fearful eyes. "I died in the dream."
"How often have you had the dream?"
"Almost everyday."
"What is happening?" He muttered. He couldn't understand why Melinda would be having dreams when at the same time Tomoyo and him are hearing things in their heads. What was going on?
(Ling: Office)
Ling sniffled as she scribbled her signature on the divorce papers. It was over. She fought, but she had lost. She had lost so much money; it was embarrassing to let go of a man, seeing that throughout her whole life she had never had a man leave her, but she now had to face the facts. Syaoran was right: if she loved him, she had to let him go.
Especially now that he loves another woman, she thought, and bit her lip in order to try and stop more flowing tears.
She placed the pen on top of the papers and slipped them across the desk to Olivia. Olivia said nothing, not knowing what to say. But she didn't need to say anything, for her phone on the desk began to ring.
"Wayne Olivia" she answered.
Ling watched as she replied with a yes and passed the phone over to her. Ling sighed, knowing exactly who it was.
"Yes, Mother?"
"Ling, my dear, you sound depressed."
"I am depressed."
"What's wrong?"
"It's over. It's all over. I tried, but I couldn't."
"Couldn't what?"
"Couldn't get Xiao-Lang back. Mother, he is in love with another woman."
"The Kinomoto woman?"
Ling closed her eyes. "Yes" she whispered, remembering how she realized that the only reason Syaoran was starting to take money away was so she can be out of the way and he can be free to be with Sakura. "He fell in love with her. I don't know when, I don't know how, but he did. I tried to make him see that he still loved me, but he doesn't. He is moving on."
Ling blinked when her mother began to laugh. Ling clenched her fist, and shook with anger. "I don't see anything funny about your daughter losing the man she loves" she spat.
"Oh, my daughter, you didn't lose him. So he is in love with another woman, so what? You can still keep him."
Ling scoffed. "How, Mother?"
"Get pregnant by him. Find a way to get him into bed, and get pregnant again. That will make him stay with you. Just don't abort it this time."
Ling bit her lip. "Mother, you don't understand. I can't do that. Besides, I already did what had to be done."
There was silence on the other end, but Ling knew her mother was still there.
"Please don't tell me . . ."
"I signed the divorce papers, Mother. I already lost a lot of money, but I can still-"
"You stupid, stupid, little girl! How can you do something as foolish as that?"
Ling flinched at her mother's screaming. "Mother, I couldn't hold on to him. Please don't scream at me. I'm so sorr-"
"I gave up everything for you, Ling. When your father left us, I did everything in my power to raise you to become a beautiful woman so men can drool over you and that one day you can keep a man with money to support you and me! I am ashamed of you, Ling! You always disappoint me. ALWAYS! You never seem to do anything right! You are a failure."
Ling cringed at her mother's harsh words. "Mother, please, I won't ever fail you again! When I get home I'll-"
"Home? What home? You have no home here!"
Ling froze. No longer can she hold the tears. They flowed down her pale face in two tiny streams. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, Ling, that I disown you!"
"NO! Mommy, please, don't do that! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but please don't disown me!"
"If I'm going to be poor, I'd rather be poor alone. I can't afford having a failure around to support."
"NO!" Ling sobbed as she heard the click of the phone. "Mom! MOM! Don't do this to me, please! I need you!" Ling finally released the phone and broke down as she collapsed on the ground. "N-no" she sobbed as she covered her face.
Olivia didn't know what to do. She has always disliked Ling, but for some reason, she felt that Ling didn't deserve this. Yes, Ling was spoiled, but that wasn't her fault. It was her mother's fault. Her mother raised her to be a brat, and now her mother was abandoning her when she needed her the most.
"I'm all alone" Olivia heard her whisper. "Dear God, I'm alone. I lost . . . everything. My husband, my money, my mother, my home. I . . . I don't have anything left."
After a few minutes of silence, Ling stood up with the little strength she has. "I need to get out of here!" Ling almost ran to the door and, without even glancing at Olivia, opened the door and shut it behind her. She leaned against the door for a few minutes, not knowing what to do first. Her future was uncertain, and she no longer knew what to do.
I need to tell Kiyo about giving up on Xiao-Lang, she thought to herself. Emotionally drained, she began to walk away from the door.
"I hate my life" she whispered.
"You're about to hate it even more" came a voice behind her, and before Ling can turn around, a cloth was draped over her mouth. Ling tried to scream, but couldn't; she tried to struggle, but after losing everything in one single day, she had no strength to struggle. Eventually, Ling gave in to the darkness that consumed her.
~*~*~(First P.O.V: Syaoran)
"Come on!"
Sakura giggled as she held the briefcase behind her.
"Sakura, we're going to be late for work!" I tried to sound firm, but I couldn't help the laughter that sounded in my voice.
"Syaoran, we don't have to be in until 9:30; it's only 8:30! You need to learn the true meaning of running late."
I crossed my arms and gave her a pretend glare. "You need to learn the true meaning of being on time."
She grinned as she backed away from me. We were in my room, me having just finished dressing when Sakura had sneaked in and took my briefcase before I can pick it up. Our routine was usually me getting ready, going downstairs, drink a cup of coffee and tell Sakura (who was usually barely getting out of bed) that I was on my way to work. It surprised me when she came in, fully awake, when she should be asleep.
"Come on, Syaoran; let me make breakfast for you, for once. I can make eggs and bacon for you! You need to go to work with a full stomach."
"Coffee fills me up" I state as I walk forward, which resulted in her backing away from me some more.
"Right; that's why you always eat a burger an hour after being in the office." She tilted her head. "Besides breakfast, I'm also going to pack you a lunch."
I held in the laughter that wanted to come out. She sounded like a wife, and I couldn't lie and say I didn't like the sound of it. In fact, I loved the sound of it. To have Sakura as my wife would be an honor. Especially knowing that with our personalities, our marriage would never be boring. But, it's too bad I'll never have her as my wife, for I know she'll never love me that way I love her.
I smirked when her back hit the wall.
"Looks like you ran out of room" I said, and chuckled when she feigned fear.
"Oh yes, I did! Please, mister, don't hurt me!"
"So long as the miss gives back my briefcase" I played along.
She gave me a look of resolute. "No way, mister."
I placed my hands on the wall on either side of her face. She grinned.
"No where to run" I said, on the verge of singing it.
"I know" she said softly.
I gazed into her eyes. "No where to hide" I whisper. We both knew it was no longer about the briefcase.
"Don't want to hide" she whispered back.
"Remember when I said the kiss wasn't over a few days ago?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"Well, I want to finish the kiss." I waited for a protest, but she said nothing, and I bent my head and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I parted her lips. I love the feel of her lips on mine. I love to run my hand through her short hair. I love her. All I wanted to do was tell her, let her know how I feel. And I wanted her to love me in return. I would give up all the money in the world just to have her heart.
After what seemed like forever (I wanted it to last forever), we pulled apart, and panted as we looked at each other.
"We finished a kiss" she said softly.
"I'm amazed no one interrupted." And just when I was about to kiss her again, the phone rang. I sighed in exasperation.
"A delayed interruption" Sakura joked. I gave her a quick smile as I answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Xiao-Lang?"
I recognized it as my lawyer's voice. "Hiro?"
"Guess what? Numi signed the divorce papers!"
I blinked as the words sunk in. "She signed the papers?" I asked with a voice filled with shock.
"Yeah. Just a couple of hours ago." He sighed. "Olivia wanted me to tell you something. Don't be too happy around Numi, if you see her. True, she put you through hell for almost a year, but signing the papers made her lose more than just you. Her mother disowned her."
My eyes widened. "She what?!"
"She disowned her. As soon as Numi told her mother, she disowned her."
Having so many shocks in just a short time wasn't something I was prepared for. So I sat down in order to stop myself from falling on the ground. I've always hated Ling's mother, but to hear that she disowned her own daughter over signing the divorce papers was cruel, even if that cruelty was directed towards Ling.
"That . . . That . . . . That woman is truly a witch!" I growled.
"That's what I had said, only I replaced the 'w' with a 'b'."
I ran a hand through my hair, and glanced up when I heard the door close. I frowned when I realized Sakura had left the room.
"But, on a happier note, I'll send the papers to the judge as soon as I can, since you had signed the papers long ago. Just wait six months, and you'll be a free man! And you'll be free to marry that lady friend you refused to tell me about."
"Yeah, yeah, Hiro."
He chuckled. "Okay. There shouldn't be any complications with the divorce, but if there is I'll call you."
"Thanks, Hiro." I hung up the phone and got up, having every intention to tell Sakura about Ling finally signing the papers. I was giddy with happiness. I was finally going to be free from Ling!
"Sakura" I called as I left the room. I heard music from the kitchen and began to walk towards that direction. When I reached it, I paused from entering, and smiled as I saw Sakura dance as she fried eggs in a pan. My smile grew as I realized that she was singing along.
"As I was walkin by
Saw you standin there
With a smile
Lookin' shy
You caught my eye
Thought you'd want to hang
For a while
Well I'd like to be with you
And you know it's Friday too
I hope you can find the time
This weekend to relax and unwind"
I leaned against the doorframe, wanting to make sure I stay out of her way. Remembrance of the night she sang like a professional made me wonder if she'll ever become a singer. With her voice, I have no doubt she'll make it.
" My mind's tired
I've worked so hard all week
Cashed my check
I'm ready to go
I promise you
I'll show you such a good time
Come on baby let's get away
Let's save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (let's go)"
I decided to make my presence known, but I waited until she began frying the bacon before I walked up to stand behind her.
"Es-ca-pade
We'll have a good time
Es-ca-pade
Leave your worries behind
Es-ca-pade
You can be mine
Es-ca-pade
An escapade"
"When can we leave?" I ask playfully into her ear as I wrapped my hands around her waist. She jumped and turned her head to look at me.
"Syaoran! Don't scare me like that!"
"Don't avoid the question. When can we leave on this escapade?"
Her cheeks turned red as she turned back to the bacon. I knew I shouldn't be holding her, but I couldn't help it. It felt great to hold the woman I love in my arms, and act as if she and I are together, like a couple. Hell, I deserve these few moments of holding her! True, I kissed her, but I never got to hold her like this.
"I was just singing along to the song" she answered to my question.
"Oh well. Anyways, that was my lawyer who called. Ling signed the papers."
Sakura turned off the stove and turned around in my arms. "She did?"
I nodded. "Yup. I'm finally going to be a free man. Well, I'll have to wait six months before the divorce is finalized, but, I'm happy knowing I no longer have to worry about Ling."
"That's great, Syaoran!"
She was going to move out of my arms but I tightened my hold.
"I'm not done" I said, and she looked at me with confusion. I took a deep sigh before continuing. "Sakura, it's no mystery that I'm attracted to you, and that you are attracted to me. We've flirted, we've kissed, and got caught a couple of times, but we still couldn't do anything about it because I was still married. So, knowing that Ling had signed the papers, I am officially asking you out to dinner."
~*~*~ (Sakura's P.O.V)
My eyes widened.
"Dinner? As in . . . a date?"
He nodded and I didn't know how to answer. A date? With Syaoran?! My God, this is a dream come true! True, we've kissed, but that's all I thought we were going to have. I thought Ling would fight the divorce even after him and I are no longer partners, and that I might be able to move without Syaoran around, but here he is, asking for a date.
But I was still hesitant. "I don't know, Syaoran. Ling may have signed the papers, but you are still married."
"I know, I know, but she'll be out of my life in just a few months."
"But she'll interfere and-"
"No, she won't. Believe me, her signing the papers means she's letting me go."
I looked down at the buttons on his shirt to avoid his gaze. I didn't know if us dating is such a good idea. We still have John Doe to go after and everything. Dating would complicate things, wouldn't it?
Actually, it would only complicate things for me. He wants to date because he is attracted to me, he likes me, but he doesn't love me, which is what I want. If we were to date, and it doesn't work out, I would be heartbroken. He would be able to find another girl that he is attracted to while I am stuck bawling my eyes out at having to lose him. I wanted to tell him I love him, then maybe he'll understand that dating might end in me getting heartbroken, but I told myself that I wouldn't tell him how I truly feel. I can't, at least . . . at least not right now.
"What about what you had said a month ago?" I asked, still avoiding his gaze. "You said that I couldn't adopt Melinda because I had to put John Doe before my own feelings. So we can't let our attraction for each other get in the way of our first priority, which is John Doe."
You're an idiot for not accepting this date, Sakura, I thought to myself.
"Sakura?" He lifted my face with his index finger under my chin and kissed me. It wasn't passionate, filled with desire, like the others. It was gentle this time, patient. He broke the kiss, and stared at me with intense amber eyes. "I have wanted to take you out for the longest. We kiss as if we already are a couple. Why not actually go out on a real first date? Yes, I did say that, but I am talking about one single night. Besides, we can't do anything until we get the results of those fingerprints. Sakura, I lo-" He paused. "I like you, and I want to take you out to dinner. Please don't make me beg, but I'll do it if I have to."
I looked at him for a few moments before smiling. "The last thing I want to do is make you beg" I say softly.
Happiness was dancing in his eyes. "So you'll go out with me?"
I nod, and he grinned. "It's a good thing you agreed when you did, because I was fully prepared to nag and whine until you said yes."
"Are you that desperate to date me?"
"Hell yes." He kissed me again.
This time, I broke the kiss. "This isn't the time to be having a make out session. We can do that when we go out."
"Tomorrow night, then. I can wait until tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?"
"Yup, at the Crystal Star."
I put my hands on my hips. "Doesn't it take months to get reservations there? I mean, the last time we were able to go in there in such short notice because we were undercover and were trying to get a bad guy. But if we are regular people wanting to eat there, it's going to take months."
He grinned. "Yeah, but I got connections. Don't worry, just be ready. Even though we've been there before, this time it's for a real date, and we won't be interrupted by anyone."
I couldn't believe what I was getting into, but maybe one date wouldn't be so bad. I glanced at the clock. "Hah! You're gonna be late!" He looked at the clock. He cursed as he let go of me and ran upstairs, no doubt to get his briefcase. I hum as I put the food on a plate and put it on the table. He ran into the kitchen and headed towards the coffee machine, but I stopped him. "Remember, you're going to eat a breakfast, not just drink coffee."
He sighed and went to the table. I've never seen somebody gobble down that much food in such a short time. He wiped his mouth and stood up. "There. Now I suggest you get ready or you'll be late."
I only smile as he left the kitchen and the house. I sigh. What we just did, him eating breakfast that I made, made it feel as if he was my husband. God, I love the sound of that. I smiled at the thought that we were actually going out on a date. It felt weird to be having to dress up and everything to impress him. I felt like I was on cloud nine.
(Friday Afternoon: 1 o'clock)
"Ooh, this is going to be great!" Tomoyo exclaimed as she combed my hair.
"Why are you combing my hair? There is no need to-"
"Yes there is. Now be quiet."
"Nervous, Sakura?" Chiharu asked as she did my manicure.
I sighed. "Of course. It's been, what, six years since I've been on a date? I feel like I'll make a fool of myself."
"It's probably been awhile for him too" Chiharu stated.
I sighed again as I looked at myself through the mirror. We were in my room, and I think I made a mistake by asking Chiharu and Tomoyo for help. I woke up in the morning, and immediately began freak out. I was worrying over tonight that I couldn't do anything. I was slightly surprised when I found a note on the fridge from Syaoran. He said he wanted to do things right, so he told me to stay at home and pamper myself and he'll pick me up at eight. I assume he is either at work, or at his old apartment because he isn't in the house and I wouldn't see him until our date. After I read the note, I tried to calm myself and took a shower. But then I began to freak out again when I realized I couldn't find anything to wear and that I couldn't do anything with my hair and other things too. That's when I called Tomoyo and Chiharu for help. They hadn't known about the date, and they were both shocked and thrilled, and were happy to help.
A little too happy.
"You are going to look marvelous" Tomoyo said.
"I am?"
"Yup. I brought over a dress I had made."
"As usual" Chiharu and I said in unison, and we look at each other before bursting into laughter.
"I resent that!" Tomoyo stated as I reduced myself to a chuckle.
"Hey, Sakura?" Chiharu questioned. "Are you going to tell Li how you feel?"
I didn't even act surprised that they knew how I felt. Even though I hadn't told them, I knew there was no need to because they would know I love Syaoran without saying any words. And I was right.
"I don't know" I answer.
"Maybe you should" Tomoyo suggested. "It's better to tell him from the beginning."
"Like you did with Eriol?"
Tomoyo stuck her tongue out. "That's different. Eriol didn't ask me out like Li did."
"Look, if I tell Syaoran how I feel, it'll scare him off. Telling guys you love him on a first date always scares them off. I read it in an article. The only way he won't be scared is if he loves me in return."
They both opened their mouths to speak.
"And if he loves me, which I doubt, he has to tell me first" I finish.
They closed their mouths and continued to fix me up. My friends are so predictable.
"You know, nowadays women don't have to wait for the man to say how they feel" Chiharu spoke after a few moments of silence.
"I know, but women are more secure about their feelings than men.
"Maybe, but-"
"Look, Syaoran was hurt in love before; yes he likes me, but if I tell him I love him, he'll think we are going too fast, especially when Numi had barely signed the papers yesterday."
"Before I even try to convince you otherwise, are you going to change your mind?" Chiharu asked.
"No."
"Oh well." She paused on blowing on my nails in order to grab a piece of pickle. I made a face as she ate it raw. She noticed my face and rolled her eyes. "Oh, grow up. I'm a month and three weeks pregnant. When you're pregnant this stuff is going to look good to you."
"Just don't eat it in front of me" I state as I made another face. I hate pickles.
(7:54 PM)
I bit my lip. I was nervous. Very nervous. I felt like I was fifteen all over again, which was the age I first started dating. I'm a grown woman, I shouldn't be nervous at all. But I guess a first date with a different man is always nerve wrecking.
I took a deep breath when the doorbell ran. I looked at the clock. Eight o'clock exactly. I stood up and dusted off invisible dirt from my dress. I walked to the door and opened it.
And there he stood. In a tux, handsome as ever, with a smile on his lips.
~*~*~ (Syaoran's P.O.V)
I had a smile on my face; practiced exactly what I was going to say several times, but when Sakura opened that door, I completely forgot everything I had rehearsed hours for.
She looked beautiful. Her hair was made into thick curls; she had makeup on, not too much or too little, but just right. And her dress hugged every curve on her body just right. It was held by two semi-thick straps, and it was pink. It reached just above her knees and there was a short slit that started from her thigh down to the end of the fabric. This is the first time I've seen her in such a short dress.
My mouth was pretty much dry, but I gave an effort to at least say something. "I- . . . Well you- . . . Umm . . . Nice shoes?"
She giggled nervously. "Thanks, I think. Let me just grab something to cover as much as skin as possible."
I nodded vigorously, knowing that if she didn't cover some skin, I wouldn't be able to complete one single sentence throughout the night. She grabbed a pink transparent shawl, and wrapped it around her shoulders. It didn't help very much though.
"Did Daidouji make that for you?" I asked as I lightly grabbed her elbow and closed the door.
"Of course."
"What is Daidouji trying to do, give me a heart attack?" I mumble.
"Hmm?"
"Oh, um, nothing."
I led her down the few steps of the house and led her to our transportation for the night.
"Oh, Syaoran" she breath as she looked at the limo. "I expected a car or something, but a limo?"
"What? You've been in one before.
"Yeah, but never for a date."
I grabbed her shoulders so she could face me. "I want everything to go perfect tonight. Even the transportation has to be impeccable."
"You don't have to go through all this trouble-"
"I know, but I want to. My money, my life, my choice. If I want to spend a lot of money on this date I will."
"Fine, but it wouldn't surprise me if someone came up to me and called me a whore because of the dress I am wearing right now and the way you are spending money on me."
"Look, if someone calls you a whore, I'll set him straight. I know you are not a whore. Daidouji made you wear the dress, and I am the one who wants to spend money even though you don't want me to. Now get in the limo so we can go. And don't worry what others think. The only person whose thoughts you have to worry about are mine. And believe me, none of them are bad" I stated as I open the door.
"Okay, maybe none of them are bad, but I can bet your last penny that some of them are naughty" Sakura said slyly as she got into the limo.
I stood there for a moment. "Well, now I am going to have naughty thoughts" I muttered. "Especially with that dress" I added as I got in.
(Crystal Star)
"You were right" Sakura said as a waiter seated us. "You got us in here only after asking me out yesterday. I'm impressed. How did you do it?"
I shrugged. "A magician never reveals his secrets" is all I say. As she looked at the menu, I couldn't help but gaze at her face. She was an angel. The only flaw at the moment was that she was continuously biting her lower lip.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
She glanced up. "I'm worried."
"About?"
"About John Doe . . . and about Bennett." She looked at me. "I mean, CSI collected the fingerprints and I know it takes a while since they are running the prints through so many people but it is taking too long and I am getting anxious to see if Bennett really is John Doe and here we are on a date-"
"Sakura" I interrupted. "We deserve this date. Not only because you and I couldn't do anything about our attraction while I was trying to convince Ling to sign the papers, but because we deserve a little time that doesn't revolve around John Doe. We can't do anything about the prints right now, can we?"
I continued when she shook her head. "So why not wait until we get the results? And until then, let's just talk about anything else besides him. Okay?"
She nodded and I smiled at her. What I said was true, but there is one more reason why I want her to forget about John Doe. I am going to tell her I love her. Tonight. And, even though it might sound selfish, I don't want my confession of love to be second place in her mind.
After ordering, we began to eat and talk about things which (thankfully) weren't about the case. But every minute that passed, I was getting more and more nervous. My heart was pounding, and half the time I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, thinking about how she will react once I tell her how I feel.
Finally, over desert, I knew it was time. I had to tell her now, or I might never be able to tell her.
"Sakura" I say.
"Hmm?"
I took a deep breath. "There is another reason why I brought you here tonight. A few weeks ago I-"
Our cell phones rang. In unison.
I cursed. "I swear, these things are getting on my nerves. Stupid technology. Whoever said that it makes life easier needs their head to be examined."
Sakura laughed as she grabbed her cell phone as I did with mine. These things apparently don't just interrupt kisses, they interrupt love confessions! The first thing I am going to do with this . . . this nuisance is destroy it and burn it after I talk to whoever it is on the phone!
~*~*~( Third Person P.O.V)
Sakura and Syaoran spoke into their phones, and his wish to not hear of the case at all tonight apparently wasn't answered. They both hanged up and for a few moments stared at each other, knowing that the call the other had received wasn't at all good.
"That was CSI" Sakura said, deciding to go first. "They got a match with the prints. They belong to Bennett."
Syaoran leaned back into his chair, his prepared confession of love temporarily forgotten. "The call I got was from Hiro, my lawyer. The divorce is no longer necessary. Ling is dead. It was John Doe who killed her."
They looked at each other. Bennett Henry's prints match. Numi Ling is dead. Whether these two new reports made the case, and their lives, easier or complicated, they did not know. But they both knew they were going to find out.
(Eriol's apartment)
Melinda grabbed a cup and poured juice into it. Melinda sighed as she heard Eriol take a shower, and she felt a little guilty. Ever since she opened the door to Tomoyo, Eriol has been taking fast showers in order to make sure she doesn't open the door to anybody again without him being there.
Melinda jumped a bit when someone knocked on the door. She stood on her spot, this time knowing that she shouldn't open the door, whether it is a man, woman, dog, cat, or bird!
The person knocked again, and this time called out. "Hiiragazawa? It's me! I want to talk to you about Kinomoto and Li! It's important!"
Melinda's eyes widened. Is something wrong with Sakura and Syaoran? Forgetting about what Eriol said about opening the door to no one, Melinda rushed to the door and opened it.
"What's wrong?"
The person blinked at her.
"It's about John Doe and the case they are working on."
"Are they hurt?"
"No, but they will be."
Melinda looked confused. "How will they be hurt?"
"Like this."
**
Eriol felt rather than heard the scream. Frantically, he turned off the shower and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he practically ran out of the bathroom and entered the living room.
Melinda wasn't there.
And the door was open.
And a cup lay on the floor, juice being spilled on to the floor.
Eriol cursed. Melinda was gone, and he knew she didn't leave willingly.
She was kidnapped.
AN: I'm sorry about Melinda! I'm sorry! I know a lot of you liked her, but this was part of the outline of the final chapters. I should have warned you, though. Please don't kill me! Believe me, I didn't want to this to Melinda; after all, she is one of my favorite characters.