*Ok, it seems my little test chapter came out okay. Thanks so much for
reviewing this for me, and I'll try and get the next chapters out a little
faster than this one. Obviously I'm a very busy person and "With You" takes
precedence over this little side project.*
Reviewers: EcuaGirl, amber-eyez, friend, Cherry Jade, & sweet-captor
Rogue
Etsuya began to pull the trigger when the sound of feet hitting the ground behind him startled him. He whipped around and felt the full contact of a fist slam into his jaw. Etsuya reeled into Takeshi as the other men watched in shock. There before them stood a tall man with unruly chestnut hair and dark, menacing amber eyes. He wore a black turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants along with black combat boots. Around his neck, the twenty- something year old wore a silver ring on a delicate looking chain of the same color.
Before anyone could react, the young man grabbed Sakura's arm. Her eyes flew open to see the stranger snatch her arm and take off running, dragging her along behind as he ran. Her heels clicked as she sprinted off with this stranger, her head spinning. Etsuya rubbed his bruising jaw and glared down at Takeshi.
"Who the fuck was that?!" Etsuya roared. Takeshi threw his arms up in defense, and Etsuya glared menacingly.
"Get them. ALL OF YOU GO OUT THERE AND BRING THEM BACK!" Etsuya demanded, his face reddening as the men scrambled after Sakura and her mysterious savior. Takeshi started after the group of men, but Etsuya roughly grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him back to face him.
"If those two make it to the cops, Muruyama I swear, I will make sure no one finds you body." Etsuya threatened. Takeshi gulped and nodded, his eyes filled with fear.
"I'll see to it that they get nowhere with the cops. I happen to have several friends on the force who also happen to have heavy addictions to aesthum. If Sakura stopped our trafficking, then they wouldn't be getting any." Takeshi said slyly, running his hand over his shirt and smoothing where Etsuya had so gruffly grabbed him moments before. Etsuya smiled and tapped his thick fingers together as a sinister grin spread on his face.
Sakura ran along with the mysterious young man, her emerald eyes wide with confusion and fear. Who was this person exactly, and what in the hell was he doing at that meeting? On second thought, what was SHE doing at that meeting?! He stopped when they reached what looked like a motorcycle without wheels. Sakura wretched her hand free from the man's grasp, stumbling away from him.
"Who are you? Why did you grab me?" Sakura asked, completely baffled. Her hair was in her face, and she pushed it away swiftly with her hand. Was he one of the men involved in the aesthum trafficking? What was he planning to do with her?
"I don't think that's important right now." The young man said, his voice deep and slightly hard. His eyes shifted from her face to the alley stretching behind them. They'd be there soon. Sakura crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. The young man's amber eyes blazed with impatience as he watched the girl he saved, the girl whose life she owed to him, defy him.
"I'm not going anywhere until I know what in the world is going on." Sakura demanded. Syaoran scowled; what in the hell was she thinking?!
"Fine then, sweetheart. I'll leave you to the wolves. Don't be so sure they'll take you back right away; my bet is they'll take advantage of you then kill you seeing as how lovely a creature you are." He growled. Sakura stiffened at the thought of being violated over and over and then being killed.
"Fine." Sakura snapped. The mystery man smirked and motioned for Sakura to get on the back of the motorbike with him. Sakura complied, barely wrapping her arms around the young man's waist.
"You're going to have to hold on a little tighter, this thing has a lot of force behind it." The mystery man instructed, pulling Sakura's arms around his waist and causing her to lean her body against his back. Sakura winced at the contact with this perfect stranger as he revved the engine and started off as the men chasing them caught up to them. Sakura looked back to see them jumping into two cars and pursuing them. The man looked back and smirked, then shifted the motorbike into another gear.
"Hold on, sweetheart. This is gonna be rough." The young man called over the noise of the motor. Sakura squeezed onto him tightly, closing her eyes as the motorbike jolted forward and sped up. Sakura's skirt whipped in the wind like a kite as the two of them sped down the alley and onto the road.
Sakura's hair was flowing in the wind as she rode on the back of the bike. She cautiously looked behind her and saw the two cars filled with men flying closer and closer. They were going to be caught for sure; then she and whoever the heck was driving this thing would die and never be found. Sakura shielded her face from the wind by burying it in the warm cotton of the man's black turtleneck. He smiled slightly and glanced back at her, then their pursuers.
"We're going to lose them now. Don't let go." the young man called loudly. Sakura tightened her grip, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would explode from her body. The two of them slid around cars as if it were a perfectly choreographed maneuver. The cars chasing them tried to weave in and out of the traffic, but eventually were stopped. The drivers watched angrily as the motorbike took off, blending in with the horizon after a moment.
Sakura looked up out of the shirt to see they had lost their pursuers, and were starting to slow down. She was breathing heavily, still in a state of shock from the happenings she had just witnessed. Her heart was still racing, as if in the Kentucky Derby. She realized her hands were still tightly clinging to the young man who had saved her, and she promptly let go, a light blush crossing her cheeks.
"May I be released now?" Sakura asked hotly as the young man parked the bike in a dark alley. She dismounted the vehicle and took a few steps away from her unknown savior, who stared at Sakura with hard amber eyes. She was quite a sight, he admitted to himself. Shoulder length hair the color of honey, all the right curves . . . and legs that could rival any models'.
"I think you're out of danger now." He replied, shaking off his thoughts. Sakura ran her hands over her bare arms, the chill of the late evening air finally affecting her. She finally got a good look at the young man, and noted he was quite handsome. His dark brown hair hung in his eyes slightly, giving his yellowish-brown eyes a sexy highlight. Sakura trembled slightly with cold, her thoughts vanishing with her body heat.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked, becoming curious. The young man got off his bike and stripped off his turtleneck, revealing a well toned body covered in a black tee shirt.
"It would be better for you if you didn't know." replied the man as he threw the shirt to Sakura. She put the garment on, instantly inhaling the soft scent of sandalwood it possessed. Sakura watched as he got back on the bike and looked down at her with his messy dark hair. For a moment she lost herself in the sea of ocher that was his stormy eyes.
"How can I thank you if I do not know who you are?" Sakura questioned.
"I don't want your thanks. On the other hand, you SHOULD be thanking me. Not only did I save your life, I surrendered the only evidence I had that would bust that aesthum ring wide open. My video recorder is lying on a rafter in that building as we speak." The young man retorted to Sakura, whose mouth dropped open.
"Then why didn't you just let me die then and save yourself the trouble?" Sakura spat. The nerve of this guy! He stepped in and saved her, and when she tried to be grateful and thank him, he regarded her as a stupid child who had gotten in too deep!
"Because it would be a waste to let a pretty thing like you go to waste." He replied, and Sakura tensed. Sakura watched as he got off the bike once again and started backing away from him, a worried look on her pretty face. Sakura's back hit the wall of the alley, and she looked up to find herself pinned between the wall and the man who had saved her, his hands on either side of her.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you. You thought I was though, didn't you?" he smirked. Sakura relaxed slightly, still nervous about being so close to someone so unfamiliar.
"To be honest, I didn't know what your intentions were. See, I don't even know your name." Sakura breathed, her eyes meeting her savior's as a soft smile crossed her face. Their eyes clashed for a moment; on one side, an innocent and naïve green still possessing the heart of a child. On the other side, a pair of hardened orbs hiding in their own intense warmth; the eyes of an injured spirit bent on revenge.
"Well sweetheart, I don't know your name either, so we're even." The man whispered, his face inching closer to Sakura's as he spoke. They were dangerously close at the moment, and Sakura's eyes closed halfway as the young man leaned in further. He moved in close enough to be millimeters from Sakura's lips, his bangs brushing against her forehead lightly. Just before their lips touched, he moved back and started walking away from Sakura.
Sakura's mind was spinning out of control. A man she had met only moments before when he plucked her from the jaws of death was about to kiss her. She waited for a moment, anticipating his action. She knew he thought she was vulnerable, and at the moment she honestly felt that way. The chill of his body leaving hers made Sakura's eyes fly open to see him walking away, and she felt a tug at her heart telling her not to let him go.
"Sakura." She whispered. The young man looked down at Sakura and smirked with amusement, then pulled black shades over his handsome eyes.
"Heh . . . is that all?" he chuckled lightly. Sakura blushed slightly at her own childish informality and shook her head. Another amused smirk crossed his lips as he watched the girl blush slightly.
"My name's Sakura Kinomoto." Sakura said quietly. The man got off his bike once again and stood before Sakura, looking down at her with interest.
"Syaoran Li, at your service. I specialize in detective work, but I'm more than willing to save beautiful damsels in distress." The man finally revealed. Sakura looked up at him, then grinned slyly. Well that's a different twist; she had been expecting extreme formality with this man, but found him to be quite charismatic through his hard exterior.
"And apparently you specialize in mercilessly flirting with said damsels as well." Sakura replied. Syaoran grinned and leaned against the bike, crossing his arms and removing his glasses.
"So where are you heading tonight, Sakura?" Syaoran asked nonchalantly. Sakura pondered for a moment; she was living with Takeshi at the moment, and obviously that wouldn't be an intelligent place to go.
"Well Syaoran, it's one in the morning, and my only friends live outside of town. My boyfriend is after my life, and I have nowhere to go." Sakura answered.
"My place it is then." Syaoran announced, getting back on the motorbike and revving the engine. Sakura thought for a moment about the options she had before getting on the bike behind Syaoran and wrapping her arms around his waist once again. Syaoran shifted into gear, and the vehicle lifted off the ground and sped off into the dark night.
*I know it's OOC, and I don't care. I get a little tired of them all being this cookie cutter form of a character (no offense). Please review, and I'll update faster!*
Reviewers: EcuaGirl, amber-eyez, friend, Cherry Jade, & sweet-captor
Rogue
Etsuya began to pull the trigger when the sound of feet hitting the ground behind him startled him. He whipped around and felt the full contact of a fist slam into his jaw. Etsuya reeled into Takeshi as the other men watched in shock. There before them stood a tall man with unruly chestnut hair and dark, menacing amber eyes. He wore a black turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants along with black combat boots. Around his neck, the twenty- something year old wore a silver ring on a delicate looking chain of the same color.
Before anyone could react, the young man grabbed Sakura's arm. Her eyes flew open to see the stranger snatch her arm and take off running, dragging her along behind as he ran. Her heels clicked as she sprinted off with this stranger, her head spinning. Etsuya rubbed his bruising jaw and glared down at Takeshi.
"Who the fuck was that?!" Etsuya roared. Takeshi threw his arms up in defense, and Etsuya glared menacingly.
"Get them. ALL OF YOU GO OUT THERE AND BRING THEM BACK!" Etsuya demanded, his face reddening as the men scrambled after Sakura and her mysterious savior. Takeshi started after the group of men, but Etsuya roughly grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him back to face him.
"If those two make it to the cops, Muruyama I swear, I will make sure no one finds you body." Etsuya threatened. Takeshi gulped and nodded, his eyes filled with fear.
"I'll see to it that they get nowhere with the cops. I happen to have several friends on the force who also happen to have heavy addictions to aesthum. If Sakura stopped our trafficking, then they wouldn't be getting any." Takeshi said slyly, running his hand over his shirt and smoothing where Etsuya had so gruffly grabbed him moments before. Etsuya smiled and tapped his thick fingers together as a sinister grin spread on his face.
Sakura ran along with the mysterious young man, her emerald eyes wide with confusion and fear. Who was this person exactly, and what in the hell was he doing at that meeting? On second thought, what was SHE doing at that meeting?! He stopped when they reached what looked like a motorcycle without wheels. Sakura wretched her hand free from the man's grasp, stumbling away from him.
"Who are you? Why did you grab me?" Sakura asked, completely baffled. Her hair was in her face, and she pushed it away swiftly with her hand. Was he one of the men involved in the aesthum trafficking? What was he planning to do with her?
"I don't think that's important right now." The young man said, his voice deep and slightly hard. His eyes shifted from her face to the alley stretching behind them. They'd be there soon. Sakura crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. The young man's amber eyes blazed with impatience as he watched the girl he saved, the girl whose life she owed to him, defy him.
"I'm not going anywhere until I know what in the world is going on." Sakura demanded. Syaoran scowled; what in the hell was she thinking?!
"Fine then, sweetheart. I'll leave you to the wolves. Don't be so sure they'll take you back right away; my bet is they'll take advantage of you then kill you seeing as how lovely a creature you are." He growled. Sakura stiffened at the thought of being violated over and over and then being killed.
"Fine." Sakura snapped. The mystery man smirked and motioned for Sakura to get on the back of the motorbike with him. Sakura complied, barely wrapping her arms around the young man's waist.
"You're going to have to hold on a little tighter, this thing has a lot of force behind it." The mystery man instructed, pulling Sakura's arms around his waist and causing her to lean her body against his back. Sakura winced at the contact with this perfect stranger as he revved the engine and started off as the men chasing them caught up to them. Sakura looked back to see them jumping into two cars and pursuing them. The man looked back and smirked, then shifted the motorbike into another gear.
"Hold on, sweetheart. This is gonna be rough." The young man called over the noise of the motor. Sakura squeezed onto him tightly, closing her eyes as the motorbike jolted forward and sped up. Sakura's skirt whipped in the wind like a kite as the two of them sped down the alley and onto the road.
Sakura's hair was flowing in the wind as she rode on the back of the bike. She cautiously looked behind her and saw the two cars filled with men flying closer and closer. They were going to be caught for sure; then she and whoever the heck was driving this thing would die and never be found. Sakura shielded her face from the wind by burying it in the warm cotton of the man's black turtleneck. He smiled slightly and glanced back at her, then their pursuers.
"We're going to lose them now. Don't let go." the young man called loudly. Sakura tightened her grip, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would explode from her body. The two of them slid around cars as if it were a perfectly choreographed maneuver. The cars chasing them tried to weave in and out of the traffic, but eventually were stopped. The drivers watched angrily as the motorbike took off, blending in with the horizon after a moment.
Sakura looked up out of the shirt to see they had lost their pursuers, and were starting to slow down. She was breathing heavily, still in a state of shock from the happenings she had just witnessed. Her heart was still racing, as if in the Kentucky Derby. She realized her hands were still tightly clinging to the young man who had saved her, and she promptly let go, a light blush crossing her cheeks.
"May I be released now?" Sakura asked hotly as the young man parked the bike in a dark alley. She dismounted the vehicle and took a few steps away from her unknown savior, who stared at Sakura with hard amber eyes. She was quite a sight, he admitted to himself. Shoulder length hair the color of honey, all the right curves . . . and legs that could rival any models'.
"I think you're out of danger now." He replied, shaking off his thoughts. Sakura ran her hands over her bare arms, the chill of the late evening air finally affecting her. She finally got a good look at the young man, and noted he was quite handsome. His dark brown hair hung in his eyes slightly, giving his yellowish-brown eyes a sexy highlight. Sakura trembled slightly with cold, her thoughts vanishing with her body heat.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked, becoming curious. The young man got off his bike and stripped off his turtleneck, revealing a well toned body covered in a black tee shirt.
"It would be better for you if you didn't know." replied the man as he threw the shirt to Sakura. She put the garment on, instantly inhaling the soft scent of sandalwood it possessed. Sakura watched as he got back on the bike and looked down at her with his messy dark hair. For a moment she lost herself in the sea of ocher that was his stormy eyes.
"How can I thank you if I do not know who you are?" Sakura questioned.
"I don't want your thanks. On the other hand, you SHOULD be thanking me. Not only did I save your life, I surrendered the only evidence I had that would bust that aesthum ring wide open. My video recorder is lying on a rafter in that building as we speak." The young man retorted to Sakura, whose mouth dropped open.
"Then why didn't you just let me die then and save yourself the trouble?" Sakura spat. The nerve of this guy! He stepped in and saved her, and when she tried to be grateful and thank him, he regarded her as a stupid child who had gotten in too deep!
"Because it would be a waste to let a pretty thing like you go to waste." He replied, and Sakura tensed. Sakura watched as he got off the bike once again and started backing away from him, a worried look on her pretty face. Sakura's back hit the wall of the alley, and she looked up to find herself pinned between the wall and the man who had saved her, his hands on either side of her.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you. You thought I was though, didn't you?" he smirked. Sakura relaxed slightly, still nervous about being so close to someone so unfamiliar.
"To be honest, I didn't know what your intentions were. See, I don't even know your name." Sakura breathed, her eyes meeting her savior's as a soft smile crossed her face. Their eyes clashed for a moment; on one side, an innocent and naïve green still possessing the heart of a child. On the other side, a pair of hardened orbs hiding in their own intense warmth; the eyes of an injured spirit bent on revenge.
"Well sweetheart, I don't know your name either, so we're even." The man whispered, his face inching closer to Sakura's as he spoke. They were dangerously close at the moment, and Sakura's eyes closed halfway as the young man leaned in further. He moved in close enough to be millimeters from Sakura's lips, his bangs brushing against her forehead lightly. Just before their lips touched, he moved back and started walking away from Sakura.
Sakura's mind was spinning out of control. A man she had met only moments before when he plucked her from the jaws of death was about to kiss her. She waited for a moment, anticipating his action. She knew he thought she was vulnerable, and at the moment she honestly felt that way. The chill of his body leaving hers made Sakura's eyes fly open to see him walking away, and she felt a tug at her heart telling her not to let him go.
"Sakura." She whispered. The young man looked down at Sakura and smirked with amusement, then pulled black shades over his handsome eyes.
"Heh . . . is that all?" he chuckled lightly. Sakura blushed slightly at her own childish informality and shook her head. Another amused smirk crossed his lips as he watched the girl blush slightly.
"My name's Sakura Kinomoto." Sakura said quietly. The man got off his bike once again and stood before Sakura, looking down at her with interest.
"Syaoran Li, at your service. I specialize in detective work, but I'm more than willing to save beautiful damsels in distress." The man finally revealed. Sakura looked up at him, then grinned slyly. Well that's a different twist; she had been expecting extreme formality with this man, but found him to be quite charismatic through his hard exterior.
"And apparently you specialize in mercilessly flirting with said damsels as well." Sakura replied. Syaoran grinned and leaned against the bike, crossing his arms and removing his glasses.
"So where are you heading tonight, Sakura?" Syaoran asked nonchalantly. Sakura pondered for a moment; she was living with Takeshi at the moment, and obviously that wouldn't be an intelligent place to go.
"Well Syaoran, it's one in the morning, and my only friends live outside of town. My boyfriend is after my life, and I have nowhere to go." Sakura answered.
"My place it is then." Syaoran announced, getting back on the motorbike and revving the engine. Sakura thought for a moment about the options she had before getting on the bike behind Syaoran and wrapping her arms around his waist once again. Syaoran shifted into gear, and the vehicle lifted off the ground and sped off into the dark night.
*I know it's OOC, and I don't care. I get a little tired of them all being this cookie cutter form of a character (no offense). Please review, and I'll update faster!*