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~*~Syaoran~*~
I felt myself waking, consciousness knocking softly but persistently at
my brain. I fought with every ounce of me, but the nagging reminder that
was my now fully awake mind wouldn't allow me more sleep. I opened my
eyes, adjusting to the change in lighting. For a moment I cursed the
bright blessed day; that immediately changed what my gaze fell on Sakura.
She slept quietly beside me, her breath slow and rhythmic, her eyes
gently closed. My shirt, that oversized ocean of cotton, was draping her
like a shroud, a bare shoulder peeking out like a spring flower in the
snow. Rosy cheeks and tousled honey brown hair brought a striking
contrast of color to the starched whiteness that was my linens. I felt
her fingers quiver lightly, brushing my chest. My heart nearly skipped a
beat when she did that. I wondered . . . did angels sleep like that?
I reached out with my hand, and very timidly touched her cheek with the
tips of my fingers. I felt her warmth; she was very real. She stirred,
and I felt a smile pull at the corners of my mouth. How did she do it?
The only time I was known to smile genuinely was when I was with my
family. Since Sakura had happened into my life, I'd smiled a lot. What
was she doing to me? I watched her for some time as she slept, pondering
over her like a man who discovers a rare treasure.
I have to keep her away from Etsuya, that is all there is to it. Where
can I take her? Will she even want to go with me? She hardly knows me.
I'm just a stranger in black who happened to rescue her. I couldn't
possibly be more, but that doesn't matter. I'll see her safe. If she
wants to be with me after all of this, my heart will be full. If not, I
have to let her go. But oh, to let her go. . .
~*~Sakura~*~
I felt the soft touch of fingers as they grazed over my cheek, and I
shifted. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to remember why I was in
Takeshi's bed. Then I realized that I wasn't in his bed as the previous
night's memories covered me like a great ocean. I was in Syaoran's bed. I
was in bed with a man I had no history on beyond his family's tragic
murders. I was sleeping next to a perfect stranger.
His touch made me tremble inside. He was gentle, not forceful like
Takeshi. True, he had tried to sleep with me, but I admit I wanted him to
in a way. There is something about him, the way his hair falls, the
soulful abyss that is his eyes. . . his innocence standing amidst a
violent life. I wanted nothing more than to lie there with him until I
died, and I couldn't figure out why. He was intoxicating, and I wanted
more.
I let my eyes slowly open, fully expecting to find him sleeping next to
me, his dark lashes and messy hair giving him an almost childish air.
What I opened my eyes to were a pair of soft amber eyes staring right
back. I blinked; he blushed. I smiled softly at him, and his face
reddened even more. I giggled. Mr. Charisma was a lot more shy when
night's dark cloak wasn't upon him.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my conscience was screaming "don't let
this go!". He touched my face again, and I felt his heartbeat quicken.
Did I do that to him? Very gently, I slid my hand up his chest to his
face, touching the stubbly skin with my fingers. He needed a shave. My
eyes locked on his once again as we just laid there and took each other
in.
~*~Omniscient~*~
Syaoran watched Sakura as her eyes opened. She didn't recoil in shock,
which to him was a good sign. She stared, her clear emerald eyes seeming
to search his soul. She reached up and touched his face, and he felt a
jolt of electricity course through his veins.
"Good morning." Sakura murmured. Syaoran closed his eyes and took a deep
breath. The sound of her voice in his ears, the touch of her skin. . . it
was almost too much.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Syaoran answered, his eyes opening
once again. Sakura nodded; it was actually one of the most comfortable
nights she had ever slept through.
"Me too." Syaoran added. They fell back into silence, their eyes
searching almost desperately for something they couldn't explain.
Finally, Sakura spoke.
"Tell me about who you are." She asked quietly, watching Syaoran with
silent curiosity.
"Everything?"
"Yes. Everything."
Syaoran sighed and ran a hand through his soft mahogany hair, making it
even more disheveled than before. Sakura watched his eyes, his windows to
his soul, as they became slightly pained. He reached back into his past,
collecting the information the angel before him had requested. He blinked
once . . . twice.
"I was born in Hong Kong, China on July 13th, 2052. My parents were
overjoyed by my birth; they had been wanting a son to take over the clan.
I already had four sisters, and they were all quite older than me. My
home is located in a beautiful part of China, where art is real to the
touch and plants are more than two dimensional." Syaoran stated. Sakura's
eyes widened; she had never in her lifetime seen a real plant. She'd
never left Tomoeda.
"It sounds wonderful." Sakura breathed, trying to imagine what real
plants were like, and the beauty of real art that could be seen. Touched.
Syaoran smiled wistfully and continued.
"I lived there, learning the martial arts and history of my people. When
I graduated, I went into the police force against the wishes of my
father, who was ailing with an unknown disease. I went anyway; the Li
clan could wait. A year later, he passed on, and the clan was handed to
me." Syaoran continued. Sakura could tell he was guilt-ridden over the
death of his father. His ocher eyes clouded with regret as he continued.
"The clan became mine. But I wasn't willing to give up the job I had
grown to love quite yet. So I hired a financial consultant to take care
of the money. If I would have devoted my time to that, then I couldn't
have been on the force anymore. And I wasn't ready to settle down and
handle that type of responsibility. I was only nineteen." Syaoran stated.
Sakura's eyes widened as realization set in, and she saw Syaoran nod
somberly.
"I hired Etsuya Ishida. I hired the man who would someday murder my
entire family to do my work for me. On the day I received my promotion to
detective, he killed them all. I tried to catch him, but he obviously
denied my accusation. So I followed him here, to Tomoeda. I've been
trying to get him on something, anything, for three years now." Syaoran
finished. Sakura couldn't speak; his miserable amber eyes were
overflowing with guilt, and her heart immediately went out to him.
"You didn't know this would happen; you couldn't have foreseen it."
Sakura murmured. Syaoran shook his head violently, closing his eyes
tight.
"If I had been the clan leader I was supposed to be, Ishida wouldn't have
been hired, and my family wouldn't be dead." Syaoran hissed through
clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry this happened to you. Let me help you catch him." Sakura said,
shifting in the bed.
"There's no way in hell I'm letting you get into this." Syaoran bit back,
his serious tone making Sakura frown. He couldn't stop her from doing
what she wanted to do.
"Enough about me; and enough about you helping me. Tell me about you."
Syaoran sighed, his eyes softening once again. Sakura wanted to talk more
about helping him capture Etsuya, but relented.
"I was born here in Tomoeda, on April first, twenty three years ago. I
have an older brother named Touya; he's an archaeologist with my father
Fujitaka Kinomoto. My mother . . . passed away when I was three years old
from an accident with a car." Sakura began. Syaoran reached over slowly
and touched her arm, noticing her sadness.
"I'm sorry." Syaoran whispered softly. Sakura nodded it off, wiping the
beginnings of tears out of her eyes before speaking again.
"My father and brother are currently in Cairo digging up the bodies of
mummies found recently in the desert. They have been there for over two
years; I live with my boyfriend . . . well, ex-boyfriend Takeshi. We met
just a year ago, when I was working at a dance club as a waitress. He
helped me out of some problems, primarily money. Then we started dating."
Sakura continued. Syaoran couldn't believe his ears; she was attached to
that man he had been keeping tabs on for months. He was probably the most
evil person he knew next to Etsuya.
"What now? You obviously can't go to him, he wants you dead." Syaoran
asked, searching his companion's eyes for something he couldn't explain.
"That's right. He'll kill me on sight now. I have two friends on the
outskirts of Tomoeda. It's not the best neighborhood, but Takeshi doesn't
know where they live so I would probably be relatively safe." Sakura
replied. Syaoran nodded; he didn't like the sound of her going out into
some dangerous neighborhood, but if it was the only place she knew, he
had no choice but to take her there.
"Would you like to go there? I can take you wherever you want." Syaoran
asked. He felt his heart leap suddenly as he thought of her possibly
staying with him.
'It'll never happen, Syaoran. Keep dreaming.'
"I would. If you're not busy, that is." Sakura replied, wishing she could
muster up the courage to tell him she wanted to go wherever he went. But
she couldn't seem to make herself tell him. Syaoran sat up and got out of
the bed, breaking the intimacy of the morning.
"I'll get a shower quick then, and after you're ready I'll take you
there." Syaoran stated seriously, grabbing a towel off a chair and
walking out of the bedroom. Sakura sighed and flopped against her pillow,
taking in the soft scent of sandalwood as it filled her nose.
'It'll never happen, Sakura. Keep dreaming.'
After two quick showers, and some breakfast, Syaoran walked with Sakura
out of his apartment and out onto the street. He unlocked his bike,
looking to Sakura as she stood next to him in the same outfit she wore
the night before, save one of his shirts covering her scrap of a shirt.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, two long pieces on either side
framing her face softly.
"Let's go." Syaoran said, getting on the bike. Sakura looked at him in
his black long sleeved shirt and black cargos and felt faint at the sight
of him. Damn, he was sexy dressed like that. She got onto the bike behind
Syaoran, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. He smiled, but
didn't let her know. He revved the engine a couple times, then felt the
vehicle lift off of the pavement.
"Where to?" Syaoran asked. Sakura leaned up closer to his ear and
whispered some directions, her green eyes scanning the area for anyone
suspicious as she spoke. Her voice in his ear made Syaoran quiver with
energy as she bent down slowly and punched the gas. The bike took off,
soaring toward the place Sakura had told Syaoran to take her.
An hour later, they arrived in a dirty area of the city. Cans and papers
littered the ground, and people leisurely walked along the somewhat
forgotten streets. Syaoran stopped the bike and got off, helping Sakura
off the contraption and onto her feet. She looked up at him, her eyes
mixed with emotion. She didn't want him to go, but she knew he couldn't
stay.
"I'm sorry I lost your evidence last night." Sakura said quietly, losing
herself slightly in her rescuer's eyes. Syaoran stared down at her,
controlling with all his might the urge to take her in his arms and whisk
her away forever.
"It's nothing. I can get more, I'm certain. Are you sure you'll be okay
out here?" Syaoran responded. Sakura sighed; how she wished for one of
those grand moments where the hero takes the damsel into his arms and
kisses her passionately. But it wasn't going to happen, and she accepted
that.
"I'll be fine. My friends will take excellent care of me." Sakura stated,
forcing a smile on her face. The wind blew harshly, sending Sakura's
skirt fluttering at the hem. Syaoran pulled out a white card and
scribbled some numbers on it.
"Take this. It's my cell phone. If you ever need me, please call me."
Syaoran said softly, putting the clean white paper in Sakura's hand. She
stared down at it, seeing how it struck in contrast with the grayness of
the area. It was a pure thing in the middle of innocence lost.
"Thank you, Syaoran." Sakura whispered. They stood for a moment, looking
at each other. Their arms at their sides, eyes staring intently, trying
to decide what to do next; finally Syaoran spoke, breaking the trance.
"Be safe, Sakura." He said softly, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
Sakura closed her eyes as his lips touched her skin, her heart screaming
at her to stop him. She ignored it and smiled forlornly.
"I will. You be careful yourself." Sakura whispered. She turned to walk
away, and Syaoran fought back the urge to scoop her up and kiss her full
out on the lips. He couldn't do that, and he knew it. It was too
complicated; she didn't want him, and he couldn't want her. He watched
her walk into a tall dark building without looking back and sighed.
Getting on the bike, Syaoran took off down the streets back to his home,
leaving Sakura behind for good.
In the stairwell, Sakura watched Syaoran ride away and felt her heart
ache once again. She was stupid to let him go, but how could she get
involved with him? She was a marked woman, and he was a rogue, a renegade
cop with a grudge. It was just too much to take in. Sighing, Sakura
walked up the stairs toward the apartment her friends shared.
Across the street, two men in black trench coats and black shades
watched. The one in the passenger seat pulled out his cell phone and
dialed a number. The driver watched as Syaoran pulled away, leaving a
girl to walk up the stairs.
"Takeshi it's Daisuke. Yes, we found her. The boy brought her to the
outskirts. It looks like she has friends here or something. Yes, we'll
take care of them tonight. Bring her alive? Are you mad? Yes, I know. . .
I'll do it. Ja." The passenger said into the phone, closing it at the end
of the call. He sneered at the driver, who smiled back cruelly.
"We get to bash some heads in tonight." He stated, his smile somehow
growing wider. He rubbed his hands together and kept an eye on the
building. This was going to be too easy.
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Rogue
~*~Syaoran~*~
I felt myself waking, consciousness knocking softly but persistently at
my brain. I fought with every ounce of me, but the nagging reminder that
was my now fully awake mind wouldn't allow me more sleep. I opened my
eyes, adjusting to the change in lighting. For a moment I cursed the
bright blessed day; that immediately changed what my gaze fell on Sakura.
She slept quietly beside me, her breath slow and rhythmic, her eyes
gently closed. My shirt, that oversized ocean of cotton, was draping her
like a shroud, a bare shoulder peeking out like a spring flower in the
snow. Rosy cheeks and tousled honey brown hair brought a striking
contrast of color to the starched whiteness that was my linens. I felt
her fingers quiver lightly, brushing my chest. My heart nearly skipped a
beat when she did that. I wondered . . . did angels sleep like that?
I reached out with my hand, and very timidly touched her cheek with the
tips of my fingers. I felt her warmth; she was very real. She stirred,
and I felt a smile pull at the corners of my mouth. How did she do it?
The only time I was known to smile genuinely was when I was with my
family. Since Sakura had happened into my life, I'd smiled a lot. What
was she doing to me? I watched her for some time as she slept, pondering
over her like a man who discovers a rare treasure.
I have to keep her away from Etsuya, that is all there is to it. Where
can I take her? Will she even want to go with me? She hardly knows me.
I'm just a stranger in black who happened to rescue her. I couldn't
possibly be more, but that doesn't matter. I'll see her safe. If she
wants to be with me after all of this, my heart will be full. If not, I
have to let her go. But oh, to let her go. . .
~*~Sakura~*~
I felt the soft touch of fingers as they grazed over my cheek, and I
shifted. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to remember why I was in
Takeshi's bed. Then I realized that I wasn't in his bed as the previous
night's memories covered me like a great ocean. I was in Syaoran's bed. I
was in bed with a man I had no history on beyond his family's tragic
murders. I was sleeping next to a perfect stranger.
His touch made me tremble inside. He was gentle, not forceful like
Takeshi. True, he had tried to sleep with me, but I admit I wanted him to
in a way. There is something about him, the way his hair falls, the
soulful abyss that is his eyes. . . his innocence standing amidst a
violent life. I wanted nothing more than to lie there with him until I
died, and I couldn't figure out why. He was intoxicating, and I wanted
more.
I let my eyes slowly open, fully expecting to find him sleeping next to
me, his dark lashes and messy hair giving him an almost childish air.
What I opened my eyes to were a pair of soft amber eyes staring right
back. I blinked; he blushed. I smiled softly at him, and his face
reddened even more. I giggled. Mr. Charisma was a lot more shy when
night's dark cloak wasn't upon him.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my conscience was screaming "don't let
this go!". He touched my face again, and I felt his heartbeat quicken.
Did I do that to him? Very gently, I slid my hand up his chest to his
face, touching the stubbly skin with my fingers. He needed a shave. My
eyes locked on his once again as we just laid there and took each other
in.
~*~Omniscient~*~
Syaoran watched Sakura as her eyes opened. She didn't recoil in shock,
which to him was a good sign. She stared, her clear emerald eyes seeming
to search his soul. She reached up and touched his face, and he felt a
jolt of electricity course through his veins.
"Good morning." Sakura murmured. Syaoran closed his eyes and took a deep
breath. The sound of her voice in his ears, the touch of her skin. . . it
was almost too much.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Syaoran answered, his eyes opening
once again. Sakura nodded; it was actually one of the most comfortable
nights she had ever slept through.
"Me too." Syaoran added. They fell back into silence, their eyes
searching almost desperately for something they couldn't explain.
Finally, Sakura spoke.
"Tell me about who you are." She asked quietly, watching Syaoran with
silent curiosity.
"Everything?"
"Yes. Everything."
Syaoran sighed and ran a hand through his soft mahogany hair, making it
even more disheveled than before. Sakura watched his eyes, his windows to
his soul, as they became slightly pained. He reached back into his past,
collecting the information the angel before him had requested. He blinked
once . . . twice.
"I was born in Hong Kong, China on July 13th, 2052. My parents were
overjoyed by my birth; they had been wanting a son to take over the clan.
I already had four sisters, and they were all quite older than me. My
home is located in a beautiful part of China, where art is real to the
touch and plants are more than two dimensional." Syaoran stated. Sakura's
eyes widened; she had never in her lifetime seen a real plant. She'd
never left Tomoeda.
"It sounds wonderful." Sakura breathed, trying to imagine what real
plants were like, and the beauty of real art that could be seen. Touched.
Syaoran smiled wistfully and continued.
"I lived there, learning the martial arts and history of my people. When
I graduated, I went into the police force against the wishes of my
father, who was ailing with an unknown disease. I went anyway; the Li
clan could wait. A year later, he passed on, and the clan was handed to
me." Syaoran continued. Sakura could tell he was guilt-ridden over the
death of his father. His ocher eyes clouded with regret as he continued.
"The clan became mine. But I wasn't willing to give up the job I had
grown to love quite yet. So I hired a financial consultant to take care
of the money. If I would have devoted my time to that, then I couldn't
have been on the force anymore. And I wasn't ready to settle down and
handle that type of responsibility. I was only nineteen." Syaoran stated.
Sakura's eyes widened as realization set in, and she saw Syaoran nod
somberly.
"I hired Etsuya Ishida. I hired the man who would someday murder my
entire family to do my work for me. On the day I received my promotion to
detective, he killed them all. I tried to catch him, but he obviously
denied my accusation. So I followed him here, to Tomoeda. I've been
trying to get him on something, anything, for three years now." Syaoran
finished. Sakura couldn't speak; his miserable amber eyes were
overflowing with guilt, and her heart immediately went out to him.
"You didn't know this would happen; you couldn't have foreseen it."
Sakura murmured. Syaoran shook his head violently, closing his eyes
tight.
"If I had been the clan leader I was supposed to be, Ishida wouldn't have
been hired, and my family wouldn't be dead." Syaoran hissed through
clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry this happened to you. Let me help you catch him." Sakura said,
shifting in the bed.
"There's no way in hell I'm letting you get into this." Syaoran bit back,
his serious tone making Sakura frown. He couldn't stop her from doing
what she wanted to do.
"Enough about me; and enough about you helping me. Tell me about you."
Syaoran sighed, his eyes softening once again. Sakura wanted to talk more
about helping him capture Etsuya, but relented.
"I was born here in Tomoeda, on April first, twenty three years ago. I
have an older brother named Touya; he's an archaeologist with my father
Fujitaka Kinomoto. My mother . . . passed away when I was three years old
from an accident with a car." Sakura began. Syaoran reached over slowly
and touched her arm, noticing her sadness.
"I'm sorry." Syaoran whispered softly. Sakura nodded it off, wiping the
beginnings of tears out of her eyes before speaking again.
"My father and brother are currently in Cairo digging up the bodies of
mummies found recently in the desert. They have been there for over two
years; I live with my boyfriend . . . well, ex-boyfriend Takeshi. We met
just a year ago, when I was working at a dance club as a waitress. He
helped me out of some problems, primarily money. Then we started dating."
Sakura continued. Syaoran couldn't believe his ears; she was attached to
that man he had been keeping tabs on for months. He was probably the most
evil person he knew next to Etsuya.
"What now? You obviously can't go to him, he wants you dead." Syaoran
asked, searching his companion's eyes for something he couldn't explain.
"That's right. He'll kill me on sight now. I have two friends on the
outskirts of Tomoeda. It's not the best neighborhood, but Takeshi doesn't
know where they live so I would probably be relatively safe." Sakura
replied. Syaoran nodded; he didn't like the sound of her going out into
some dangerous neighborhood, but if it was the only place she knew, he
had no choice but to take her there.
"Would you like to go there? I can take you wherever you want." Syaoran
asked. He felt his heart leap suddenly as he thought of her possibly
staying with him.
'It'll never happen, Syaoran. Keep dreaming.'
"I would. If you're not busy, that is." Sakura replied, wishing she could
muster up the courage to tell him she wanted to go wherever he went. But
she couldn't seem to make herself tell him. Syaoran sat up and got out of
the bed, breaking the intimacy of the morning.
"I'll get a shower quick then, and after you're ready I'll take you
there." Syaoran stated seriously, grabbing a towel off a chair and
walking out of the bedroom. Sakura sighed and flopped against her pillow,
taking in the soft scent of sandalwood as it filled her nose.
'It'll never happen, Sakura. Keep dreaming.'
After two quick showers, and some breakfast, Syaoran walked with Sakura
out of his apartment and out onto the street. He unlocked his bike,
looking to Sakura as she stood next to him in the same outfit she wore
the night before, save one of his shirts covering her scrap of a shirt.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, two long pieces on either side
framing her face softly.
"Let's go." Syaoran said, getting on the bike. Sakura looked at him in
his black long sleeved shirt and black cargos and felt faint at the sight
of him. Damn, he was sexy dressed like that. She got onto the bike behind
Syaoran, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. He smiled, but
didn't let her know. He revved the engine a couple times, then felt the
vehicle lift off of the pavement.
"Where to?" Syaoran asked. Sakura leaned up closer to his ear and
whispered some directions, her green eyes scanning the area for anyone
suspicious as she spoke. Her voice in his ear made Syaoran quiver with
energy as she bent down slowly and punched the gas. The bike took off,
soaring toward the place Sakura had told Syaoran to take her.
An hour later, they arrived in a dirty area of the city. Cans and papers
littered the ground, and people leisurely walked along the somewhat
forgotten streets. Syaoran stopped the bike and got off, helping Sakura
off the contraption and onto her feet. She looked up at him, her eyes
mixed with emotion. She didn't want him to go, but she knew he couldn't
stay.
"I'm sorry I lost your evidence last night." Sakura said quietly, losing
herself slightly in her rescuer's eyes. Syaoran stared down at her,
controlling with all his might the urge to take her in his arms and whisk
her away forever.
"It's nothing. I can get more, I'm certain. Are you sure you'll be okay
out here?" Syaoran responded. Sakura sighed; how she wished for one of
those grand moments where the hero takes the damsel into his arms and
kisses her passionately. But it wasn't going to happen, and she accepted
that.
"I'll be fine. My friends will take excellent care of me." Sakura stated,
forcing a smile on her face. The wind blew harshly, sending Sakura's
skirt fluttering at the hem. Syaoran pulled out a white card and
scribbled some numbers on it.
"Take this. It's my cell phone. If you ever need me, please call me."
Syaoran said softly, putting the clean white paper in Sakura's hand. She
stared down at it, seeing how it struck in contrast with the grayness of
the area. It was a pure thing in the middle of innocence lost.
"Thank you, Syaoran." Sakura whispered. They stood for a moment, looking
at each other. Their arms at their sides, eyes staring intently, trying
to decide what to do next; finally Syaoran spoke, breaking the trance.
"Be safe, Sakura." He said softly, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
Sakura closed her eyes as his lips touched her skin, her heart screaming
at her to stop him. She ignored it and smiled forlornly.
"I will. You be careful yourself." Sakura whispered. She turned to walk
away, and Syaoran fought back the urge to scoop her up and kiss her full
out on the lips. He couldn't do that, and he knew it. It was too
complicated; she didn't want him, and he couldn't want her. He watched
her walk into a tall dark building without looking back and sighed.
Getting on the bike, Syaoran took off down the streets back to his home,
leaving Sakura behind for good.
In the stairwell, Sakura watched Syaoran ride away and felt her heart
ache once again. She was stupid to let him go, but how could she get
involved with him? She was a marked woman, and he was a rogue, a renegade
cop with a grudge. It was just too much to take in. Sighing, Sakura
walked up the stairs toward the apartment her friends shared.
Across the street, two men in black trench coats and black shades
watched. The one in the passenger seat pulled out his cell phone and
dialed a number. The driver watched as Syaoran pulled away, leaving a
girl to walk up the stairs.
"Takeshi it's Daisuke. Yes, we found her. The boy brought her to the
outskirts. It looks like she has friends here or something. Yes, we'll
take care of them tonight. Bring her alive? Are you mad? Yes, I know. . .
I'll do it. Ja." The passenger said into the phone, closing it at the end
of the call. He sneered at the driver, who smiled back cruelly.
"We get to bash some heads in tonight." He stated, his smile somehow
growing wider. He rubbed his hands together and kept an eye on the
building. This was going to be too easy.
*By the way, I am so sorry for being late with the update, but if you're
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already know that! Please send reviews, I love reading them and putting
your names on the top of my fic!*