*So hi everyone! I had no idea this fic would catch on as rapidly as it
has! This is honestly amazing! I'm attempting to write as much of this in
advance as possible, and when possible, I am trying to put some of your
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from here on out, though: There are two twists, a lemon-ish chapter, and a
character death coming in this fic. But for the moment please disregard
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Rogue
Sakura gasped lightly into Syaoran's mouth as he took her lips with his. Her heart started beating out of control, as if it would explode from her chest at any given moment. Eyes closed, Sakura kissed back, intensifying it as she pressed her lips against Syaoran's with more force. Syaoran became slightly shocked by her force, but pulled her still closer. Sakura's hands traveled up Syaoran's chest and around his neck as she tugged him closer to her.
Syaoran touched Sakura's closed lips with his tongue, willing her to allow him entry. She willingly obliged, and eagerly clashed her tongue against his. Syaoran's hands rested against Sakura's back as they grew frenzied in their kisses, craving more with every passing moment, each soft touch. Syaoran shifted so he was sitting up slightly, his elbow propping him up. His hand moved from Sakura's back to her hip as he shifted again, this time moving on top of Sakura.
Sakura's head was spinning out of control. She couldn't understand why her body was reacting to Syaoran with so much passion. She didn't know him, she knew nothing about him or his life. She was vulnerable, and scared. And he was taking advantage of her. Sakura gasped and tore her lips away from Syaoran's, wriggling out from under him as best she could. Syaoran sat up, obviously confused; one moment she had been more than willing, the next. . . she was pulling away.
"I'm sorry. I-I . . . I can't do this." Sakura whimpered, her sea green eyes open wide and very frightened. Syaoran cursed himself mentally; how could he have done such a thing to someone who had just experienced something so bad? What was he thinking? He kissed her, even though he knew of her vulnerability, and his own apprehension.
"I'm sorry too. I was stupid." Syaoran muttered, his amber eyes stormy. Sakura rested her hands in her lap and concentrated her stare on them, trying to forget what had just happened. Would he have stopped? Or would he have kept going until he took her? She couldn't figure out the young man sitting in the bed with her, and it frightened her.
"The women in those pictures are my family." Syaoran spouted suddenly, shaking Sakura from her thoughts. Her eyes shifted to his face, taking in his forlorn expression. She knew then something was wrong with those women, and it hurt Syaoran to talk about it.
"Where are they?" Sakura asked nervously, shifting so she was a little closer to Syaoran. The brunette sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair as he let out an exasperated half laugh.
"They're dead. All of them; my mother, my four sisters, and my cousin all killed on the same day by the same hand." Syaoran said, his voice low and dark as he mentioned the last part. Sakura's heart ached for Syaoran; he must have dealt with a lot of pain that day.
"What happened?" Sakura asked. She didn't want to pry, but he seemed to be a little more forthcoming with his past. Syaoran shook his head, a sad smile on his handsome face.
"It was three years ago. My family had just lost my father, the leader of my clan. I was the new leader, but I was foolish and tried to balance my life as a detective with it. I had just received a promotion from the agency I worked for, and was going home to tell my mother and sisters about it. When I got home, I found them all, bound and gagged on the floor. All of them were dead but my mother. Before she died, she told me who her killer was, and I've spent the last three years working on avenging their deaths by killing him. He was their financial consultant. I got kicked off the force two years ago when I assaulted him here in Tomoeda. I've been a rogue ever since." Syaoran said, sighing every few sentences.
Sakura sat and stared at Syaoran for a moment before she could speak. The pain on his face was so clear; she could tell he hadn't told anyone about his family before this. His amber eyes were soft and filled to the brim with mourning, but it seemed like he wouldn't let it come out. He sat there beside her, his face so forlorn in the softly lit room. Sakura couldn't help but move over to him and take her into his arms. After a long silence filled with an embrace, they parted, their eyes meeting once again.
"What does all of this have to do with the aesthum ring?" Sakura asked, becoming confused. Was one of those men the man Syaoran had been after? Could it be Takeshi?
"The leader, Etsuya Ishida, is the man who was our financial consultant. He is the one who killed my family, and it's my fault. If I had just given up being a detective and fulfilled my duty as the leader of the Li clan, they wouldn't have hired him to do my financial work, and they'd be alive today." Syaoran said miserably, tears forming in his dark eyes. Sakura shook her head violently, making him look up at her.
"You couldn't have known, Syaoran. This is not your fault." Sakura whispered. Syaoran shook his head and looked down at his folded hands.
"I wish I could believe that." Syaoran murmured. Sakura felt her heart go out to the young man. At first she had thought he was just some smart ass punk who was trying to single handedly gain credit for busting the biggest drug smuggling ring in Japan. This was hardly the case; that title would just be an addition to the vengeance he wanted for his family.
"So what brought you to that warehouse tonight?" Syaoran asked, shaking Sakura out of her thoughts and breaking her stare at the same time. She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair.
"Your enemy's right hand man is my boyfriend. . . well, ex-boyfriend now." Sakura answered, blushing slightly as Syaoran cocked his head to the side.
"That jerk? I've been tailing him for a month, and he's done nothing but brown nose Etsuya." Syaoran remarked. Sakura shrugged and started to wring her hands slowly.
"If I would have known of this double life, I surely would have dumped him. I don't go for that kind of guy." Sakura stated. Syaoran watched Sakura slide back under the covers and felt a tingle of relief hit him. She wasn't frightened of him anymore; in fact, the more they spoke, the more comfortable she seemed to get. He was beginning to think she was about as nervous as he was that night.
"What kind DO you go for then?" Syaoran asked, his interest peaked slightly. He wasn't about to deny how attractive she was to him, and even though they were in a completely ridiculous situation in which one of them or even both of them could be killed . . . he didn't care. He watched her turn a heavy shade of crimson and look away from him.
"I go for the good guys. At least I think they're good. Obviously this last guy wasn't an angel." Sakura started. Syaoran smirked and slid down next to Sakura so they were lying next to each other once again.
"Is that all?" Syaoran asked. Sakura shook her head, her emerald eyes taking on a slightly childish look as she thought of her ideal man.
"He's honest, gentle and loving. He won't hurt me or cheat on me. He's protective, yet still lets me breathe." Sakura continued, stopping after she realized how incredibly silly she sounded. She glanced over at Syaoran to find him watching her, his soft brown eyes fixed on her face.
"Why do you ask? What type of girl do YOU go for?" Sakura asked, earning a light blush from Syaoran. Sakura turned on her side so she was facing Syaoran as he looked directly into her eyes.
"I go for your type." Syaoran whispered. Sakura felt her cheeks warm up significantly as he smiled at her for the first time. It wasn't a smart ass smirk like he had been sending her; it was a more genuine smile that warmed her to the core.
"You don't even know me." Sakura started, but Syaoran touched his fingertips to her lips, silencing her.
"You don't know me either. I have an uncanny ability, a talent that not many possess. I can sense things about people, see things that most people wouldn't be able to at first glance." Syaoran said seriously. Sakura became quite interested at that point; was this guy some sort of psychic?
"What do you sense about me then?" Sakura asked, moving slightly closer. Their torsos were touching now, and Sakura felt her own pulse race. Syaoran looked at her, slightly nervous.
"Well, your aura is pink. You're a very loving, innocent person. You're gentle and kind to those around you. You are everything I have been wanting, but have been too busy to look for." Syaoran said, his eyes locking on Sakura's as he spoke, watching for her to become freaked out. He expected her to become frightened of his perception of her; he expected some speech about love at first sight.
He didn't get it.
"Very perceptive, Syaoran. I would say that I am a lot of those things, but I'm not sure I'm everything you've been looking for." Sakura replied. Syaoran shook his head and touched her face with his hand. Sakura shivered with his touch, but closed her eyes and smiled lightly.
"We'll see. I think fate put you in that warehouse tonight. For now though, get some sleep. We've got things to do tomorrow." Syaoran whispered. Sakura nodded, her eyes still closed. Syaoran covered her with the blankets and nestled in beside her, closing his weary eyes and smiling softly as Sakura shifted closer to him.
*D'aaaawwwwww ya'll thought that was gonna be the lemon. . . sorry! I have noticed, however, that this was supposed to be a shorter story, but as I write, the chapters add up. It should end up having fifteen chapters rather than the regular five. I just can't help putting some stuff in the story to make it. . . more. Oh, THANKS REVIEWERS! You are all the super great! And if you like to know what "inspires" me sometimes, listen to "The Scientist" by Coldplay. It might not be the lyrics per se, it might be the music. But it made me want to write this. Thanks!*
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Rogue
Sakura gasped lightly into Syaoran's mouth as he took her lips with his. Her heart started beating out of control, as if it would explode from her chest at any given moment. Eyes closed, Sakura kissed back, intensifying it as she pressed her lips against Syaoran's with more force. Syaoran became slightly shocked by her force, but pulled her still closer. Sakura's hands traveled up Syaoran's chest and around his neck as she tugged him closer to her.
Syaoran touched Sakura's closed lips with his tongue, willing her to allow him entry. She willingly obliged, and eagerly clashed her tongue against his. Syaoran's hands rested against Sakura's back as they grew frenzied in their kisses, craving more with every passing moment, each soft touch. Syaoran shifted so he was sitting up slightly, his elbow propping him up. His hand moved from Sakura's back to her hip as he shifted again, this time moving on top of Sakura.
Sakura's head was spinning out of control. She couldn't understand why her body was reacting to Syaoran with so much passion. She didn't know him, she knew nothing about him or his life. She was vulnerable, and scared. And he was taking advantage of her. Sakura gasped and tore her lips away from Syaoran's, wriggling out from under him as best she could. Syaoran sat up, obviously confused; one moment she had been more than willing, the next. . . she was pulling away.
"I'm sorry. I-I . . . I can't do this." Sakura whimpered, her sea green eyes open wide and very frightened. Syaoran cursed himself mentally; how could he have done such a thing to someone who had just experienced something so bad? What was he thinking? He kissed her, even though he knew of her vulnerability, and his own apprehension.
"I'm sorry too. I was stupid." Syaoran muttered, his amber eyes stormy. Sakura rested her hands in her lap and concentrated her stare on them, trying to forget what had just happened. Would he have stopped? Or would he have kept going until he took her? She couldn't figure out the young man sitting in the bed with her, and it frightened her.
"The women in those pictures are my family." Syaoran spouted suddenly, shaking Sakura from her thoughts. Her eyes shifted to his face, taking in his forlorn expression. She knew then something was wrong with those women, and it hurt Syaoran to talk about it.
"Where are they?" Sakura asked nervously, shifting so she was a little closer to Syaoran. The brunette sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair as he let out an exasperated half laugh.
"They're dead. All of them; my mother, my four sisters, and my cousin all killed on the same day by the same hand." Syaoran said, his voice low and dark as he mentioned the last part. Sakura's heart ached for Syaoran; he must have dealt with a lot of pain that day.
"What happened?" Sakura asked. She didn't want to pry, but he seemed to be a little more forthcoming with his past. Syaoran shook his head, a sad smile on his handsome face.
"It was three years ago. My family had just lost my father, the leader of my clan. I was the new leader, but I was foolish and tried to balance my life as a detective with it. I had just received a promotion from the agency I worked for, and was going home to tell my mother and sisters about it. When I got home, I found them all, bound and gagged on the floor. All of them were dead but my mother. Before she died, she told me who her killer was, and I've spent the last three years working on avenging their deaths by killing him. He was their financial consultant. I got kicked off the force two years ago when I assaulted him here in Tomoeda. I've been a rogue ever since." Syaoran said, sighing every few sentences.
Sakura sat and stared at Syaoran for a moment before she could speak. The pain on his face was so clear; she could tell he hadn't told anyone about his family before this. His amber eyes were soft and filled to the brim with mourning, but it seemed like he wouldn't let it come out. He sat there beside her, his face so forlorn in the softly lit room. Sakura couldn't help but move over to him and take her into his arms. After a long silence filled with an embrace, they parted, their eyes meeting once again.
"What does all of this have to do with the aesthum ring?" Sakura asked, becoming confused. Was one of those men the man Syaoran had been after? Could it be Takeshi?
"The leader, Etsuya Ishida, is the man who was our financial consultant. He is the one who killed my family, and it's my fault. If I had just given up being a detective and fulfilled my duty as the leader of the Li clan, they wouldn't have hired him to do my financial work, and they'd be alive today." Syaoran said miserably, tears forming in his dark eyes. Sakura shook her head violently, making him look up at her.
"You couldn't have known, Syaoran. This is not your fault." Sakura whispered. Syaoran shook his head and looked down at his folded hands.
"I wish I could believe that." Syaoran murmured. Sakura felt her heart go out to the young man. At first she had thought he was just some smart ass punk who was trying to single handedly gain credit for busting the biggest drug smuggling ring in Japan. This was hardly the case; that title would just be an addition to the vengeance he wanted for his family.
"So what brought you to that warehouse tonight?" Syaoran asked, shaking Sakura out of her thoughts and breaking her stare at the same time. She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair.
"Your enemy's right hand man is my boyfriend. . . well, ex-boyfriend now." Sakura answered, blushing slightly as Syaoran cocked his head to the side.
"That jerk? I've been tailing him for a month, and he's done nothing but brown nose Etsuya." Syaoran remarked. Sakura shrugged and started to wring her hands slowly.
"If I would have known of this double life, I surely would have dumped him. I don't go for that kind of guy." Sakura stated. Syaoran watched Sakura slide back under the covers and felt a tingle of relief hit him. She wasn't frightened of him anymore; in fact, the more they spoke, the more comfortable she seemed to get. He was beginning to think she was about as nervous as he was that night.
"What kind DO you go for then?" Syaoran asked, his interest peaked slightly. He wasn't about to deny how attractive she was to him, and even though they were in a completely ridiculous situation in which one of them or even both of them could be killed . . . he didn't care. He watched her turn a heavy shade of crimson and look away from him.
"I go for the good guys. At least I think they're good. Obviously this last guy wasn't an angel." Sakura started. Syaoran smirked and slid down next to Sakura so they were lying next to each other once again.
"Is that all?" Syaoran asked. Sakura shook her head, her emerald eyes taking on a slightly childish look as she thought of her ideal man.
"He's honest, gentle and loving. He won't hurt me or cheat on me. He's protective, yet still lets me breathe." Sakura continued, stopping after she realized how incredibly silly she sounded. She glanced over at Syaoran to find him watching her, his soft brown eyes fixed on her face.
"Why do you ask? What type of girl do YOU go for?" Sakura asked, earning a light blush from Syaoran. Sakura turned on her side so she was facing Syaoran as he looked directly into her eyes.
"I go for your type." Syaoran whispered. Sakura felt her cheeks warm up significantly as he smiled at her for the first time. It wasn't a smart ass smirk like he had been sending her; it was a more genuine smile that warmed her to the core.
"You don't even know me." Sakura started, but Syaoran touched his fingertips to her lips, silencing her.
"You don't know me either. I have an uncanny ability, a talent that not many possess. I can sense things about people, see things that most people wouldn't be able to at first glance." Syaoran said seriously. Sakura became quite interested at that point; was this guy some sort of psychic?
"What do you sense about me then?" Sakura asked, moving slightly closer. Their torsos were touching now, and Sakura felt her own pulse race. Syaoran looked at her, slightly nervous.
"Well, your aura is pink. You're a very loving, innocent person. You're gentle and kind to those around you. You are everything I have been wanting, but have been too busy to look for." Syaoran said, his eyes locking on Sakura's as he spoke, watching for her to become freaked out. He expected her to become frightened of his perception of her; he expected some speech about love at first sight.
He didn't get it.
"Very perceptive, Syaoran. I would say that I am a lot of those things, but I'm not sure I'm everything you've been looking for." Sakura replied. Syaoran shook his head and touched her face with his hand. Sakura shivered with his touch, but closed her eyes and smiled lightly.
"We'll see. I think fate put you in that warehouse tonight. For now though, get some sleep. We've got things to do tomorrow." Syaoran whispered. Sakura nodded, her eyes still closed. Syaoran covered her with the blankets and nestled in beside her, closing his weary eyes and smiling softly as Sakura shifted closer to him.
*D'aaaawwwwww ya'll thought that was gonna be the lemon. . . sorry! I have noticed, however, that this was supposed to be a shorter story, but as I write, the chapters add up. It should end up having fifteen chapters rather than the regular five. I just can't help putting some stuff in the story to make it. . . more. Oh, THANKS REVIEWERS! You are all the super great! And if you like to know what "inspires" me sometimes, listen to "The Scientist" by Coldplay. It might not be the lyrics per se, it might be the music. But it made me want to write this. Thanks!*