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Rogue
Sakura couldn't see what was going on, or where she was going for that matter. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a black cloth was tied securely around her eyes, shielding them from seeing where she would be taken. They rode in silence, Sakura and her kidnappers. Finally they stopped and hauled Sakura out of the car and into a building. Sakura could smell the familiar scent of gasoline, and knew she was in the same warehouse she was in the night before.
She felt herself being thrust into nothingness, only to be caught by many hands. Sakura could hear them laughing anxiously as they began to paw over her, touching her breasts and thighs. Sakura screamed, twisting and wriggling in a desperate attempt to escape her attackers. She fell to the floor, and felt someone move to get on top of her. She was going to be raped, possibly by every man in that room. Before anything could happen, before she could take a breath, she felt the man being pulled off of her and strong arms pulling her up.
'Syaoran?!' Sakura thought, her mind immediately feeling more at ease. He had come to save her. The man wrenched her blindfold off, revealing himself. Sakura's emerald eyes came to meet Takeshi's as he protectively held her close to him. It wasn't Syaoran who had saved her from the lustful men; it was Takeshi, the man who wanted her dead. He untied her, and Sakura pushed him away with all her might.
"Don't you touch me." Sakura hissed, glaring daggers at the man she once proclaimed to love. Takeshi moved forward, his eyes pleading.
"Please Sakura, don't do this. I don't want to have to kill you." Takeshi mumbled.
"You're going to have to, boy. She knows too much, and she's spreading the word. She told the two she was hiding out with. They have been dispatched." Etsuya said nonchalantly, walking into the center of the growing circle surrounding Sakura and Takeshi.
"You killed them?!" Sakura cried, grief striking her heart like a thousand knives. Etsuya nodded, and Sakura felt hot tears forming in her emerald eyes.
'I shouldn't have said anything to them.'
"As I was saying, you must die, young lady." Etsuya said, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Sakura's head. Sakura felt the déjà vu from the previous night, but the terror in her mind was even more stinging than last time. Before Etsuya could cock the pistol and shoot Sakura, the sound of a roaring engine caught his attention. The men all turned to where a light was forming against a window. It grew smaller and more concentrated until the window exploded and Syaoran crashed through on his bike.
Thousands of razor sharp pieces of glass crashed all around, making men dodge and run from the slicing pieces. Etsuya and Takeshi covered their heads and the glass covered them. Syaoran swooped in and grabbed Sakura, who was shielding herself from the glass as well. They took off again, going out the man made door Syaoran had created and dodging gunshots at the same time.
"Fucking what is going on?!" Etsuya demanded, his face beet red and furious. The men scattered around, moving to get into cars and pursue the boy and their recently captured prize.
"They're long gone by now." Takeshi pointed out. Etsuya nodded, then swung his fist and connected with the young man's jaw.
"This mess is all your fault, Muruyama! If you didn't bring that little whore into our ring, we wouldn't be taking the time to kill her worthless ass! Now get out there and FIND THAT BITCH!" Etsuya screamed. Takeshi held his bruised and bleeding jaw and ran out with the others to the cars to give chase.
Syaoran and Sakura sped through the dark Tomoeda streets as they had last night, Sakura gripping Syaoran tightly. She could feel pain on her arms and knew she had been cut with some glass, and wondered if Syaoran had been injured as well. She noted the helmet he wore, and knew his plan was to make an entrance.
Finally convinced no one was chasing them, Syaoran drove back to his apartment where he hid his bike, unlike the previous night. Taking off his helmet, he looked Sakura over to see if she was alright. She had a small cut on her face below her left eye, and her arms were laced with cuts from the glass. Ignoring his own wounds, Syaoran picked Sakura up and hurried up into his apartment.
"They killed them. They killed my friends!" Sakura murmured as Syaoran gently placed her on his couch. He helped her out of her shirt and checked the bleeding cuts; they weren't too deep.
"It's ok. They're not dead. Let's get you cleaned up, and we'll go see them." Syaoran muttered as he ran into the kitchen and grabbed a wet washcloth and some antibiotics.
"You saved me." Sakura mumbled, looking at Syaoran with a vacant look on her pretty face. Syaoran looked up at the young woman and noticed her expression; the poor child was in shock. He bandaged Sakura's wounded arms and pulled her into an embrace. At first Sakura didn't move, but soon she began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Why is this happening to me? Why won't they leave me alone?" Sakura cried, her tears falling on Syaoran's tattered white shirt. He rocked back and forth, ignoring the pain in his arms and legs to soothe the frightened woman in his arms.
"It's ok. I'm going to get them. They'll never hurt you ever again, I promise." Syaoran whispered, stroking Sakura's hair with his hand gently. Sakura backed away from Syaoran and looked at him.
"You're hurt." She whispered, reaching for the wet cloth. She dabbed a clean end of it on Syaoran's cuts and he winced; driving through a window was probably not one of his most masterful plans, but he couldn't think of anything better at the time.
"I'm ok." Syaoran said quietly, letting Sakura peel off his shirt and wash out his injuries. It didn't occur to her that she was sitting in Syaoran's living room with nothing but a black bra and a pair of jeans on. All that mattered was that Syaoran get the care he deserved. Sakura put some antibiotics on Syaoran's cuts, and he hissed in pain.
"I didn't cry, and I'm a girl. You can handle this, anyway; you drove through a window!" Sakura exclaimed quietly, her voice serious. Syaoran nodded his head and let Sakura continue her treatment of his wounds. She looked down at his bloodied jeans and blushed crimson.
"I'll take care of those, you go into my room and get a sweatshirt." Syaoran ordered. Sakura blushed again, realizing she wasn't wearing a shirt, and slowly rose to her feet and walked into the bedroom. Syaoran pulled off his jeans and cleaned out his cuts; thank goodness they weren't serious. How he had escaped serious injury was beyond him. Moments later, Sakura walked out in an oversized college sweatshirt, clean clothes for Syaoran in her arms.
"You said they were alive?" Sakura asked. Syaoran nodded, sliding gingerly into his jeans. He winced as he pulled a baggy sweatshirt over his own nude torso, then stood up.
"Let's go."
Sakura and Syaoran found the hospital room Sakura's friends were in, and walked in together. They had taken a cab so as not to draw more attention to themselves if one of the men from Etsuya's gang were spying. Sakura's hair was tucked into a ball cap, and Syaoran's was also hiding beneath one as well. Sakura walked into the ICU and nearly fainted at the sight of her friends.
Tomoyo was lying closest to the door, her face barely recognizable. Both of her arms were in slings, and one of her legs were broken. Tubes of all shapes and sizes were hooked to the small woman, and a ventilator was helping her breathe. Sakura felt the tears rolling down her cheek as she saw what was once her best friend lying motionless, like a stuffed animal.
Eriol lay beside her, his head bandaged. Tufts of blue hair stuck out from between the wrapping, giving him a tattered look. His face was also bruised badly, making him almost unrecognizable. His left arm was in a sling, and both legs were in casts. Unlike Tomoyo, he had only a few machines keeping him alive, and was breathing on his own. A doctor walked in wearing blue scrubs, startling Sakura and Syaoran.
"Friends of the victims?" the doctor asked skeptically. Sakura nodded, and Syaoran stepped in front of her protectively.
"We are. Please, can you tell me how they are?" Sakura asked, her emerald eyes filled with guilt. How could she have let this happen to her dearest friends? The doctor frowned and instructed the two young people to sit down before he told them what was going on.
"The girl has suffered two broken arms, several broken ribs, a fractured jaw, and a broken leg. Her lungs were both punctured during the incident, and she'll be on a ventilator for awhile until we can get her strong enough to operate. I'm afraid we lost her baby though, which was a shame; she was only three months along." The doctor explained. Sakura's eyes widened; Tomoyo had been pregnant. Now not only was she responsible for the pain and suffering of her friends, Sakura was responsible for the death of an innocent child.
"Oh God. . . "Sakura started. Syaoran reached over and took the crying girl into his arms, trying to calm her down.
"Mr. Hiiragazawa suffered many broken ribs, a broken jaw, a broken arm and two broken legs. He fared much better than Miss Daidouji did, however. We can see him recovering quickly and being out of the hospital in a couple weeks." The doctor added. Sakura felt Syaoran stiffen at the mention of Eriol's name, and recalled that Eriol had done the same thing at the mention of Syaoran's name earlier that night.
"Thank you, Doctor." Sakura said quietly as the doctor nodded and walked out of the ICU after checking Tomoyo and Eriol's status.
"You know Eriol. I know you do." Sakura muttered, getting up and walking in between the beds where her closest friends lay. Syaoran stood up and approached her, his face grim. Emerald and amber clashed yet again in a sea of turmoil.
"Who is he to you? An old partner? A friend you went out drinking with?" Sakura asked curiously. Somehow the two of them were connected, and she wanted to know how.
"You want to know who he is to me?" Syaoran asked. Sakura nodded, looking deep into the storm that was Syaoran's turbulent eyes. He looked over at Eriol's sleeping form, then to Sakura's wide eyes filled with curiosity, guilt and pain. He sighed, shifting his weight onto his heels.
"He's my brother."
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Rogue
Sakura couldn't see what was going on, or where she was going for that matter. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a black cloth was tied securely around her eyes, shielding them from seeing where she would be taken. They rode in silence, Sakura and her kidnappers. Finally they stopped and hauled Sakura out of the car and into a building. Sakura could smell the familiar scent of gasoline, and knew she was in the same warehouse she was in the night before.
She felt herself being thrust into nothingness, only to be caught by many hands. Sakura could hear them laughing anxiously as they began to paw over her, touching her breasts and thighs. Sakura screamed, twisting and wriggling in a desperate attempt to escape her attackers. She fell to the floor, and felt someone move to get on top of her. She was going to be raped, possibly by every man in that room. Before anything could happen, before she could take a breath, she felt the man being pulled off of her and strong arms pulling her up.
'Syaoran?!' Sakura thought, her mind immediately feeling more at ease. He had come to save her. The man wrenched her blindfold off, revealing himself. Sakura's emerald eyes came to meet Takeshi's as he protectively held her close to him. It wasn't Syaoran who had saved her from the lustful men; it was Takeshi, the man who wanted her dead. He untied her, and Sakura pushed him away with all her might.
"Don't you touch me." Sakura hissed, glaring daggers at the man she once proclaimed to love. Takeshi moved forward, his eyes pleading.
"Please Sakura, don't do this. I don't want to have to kill you." Takeshi mumbled.
"You're going to have to, boy. She knows too much, and she's spreading the word. She told the two she was hiding out with. They have been dispatched." Etsuya said nonchalantly, walking into the center of the growing circle surrounding Sakura and Takeshi.
"You killed them?!" Sakura cried, grief striking her heart like a thousand knives. Etsuya nodded, and Sakura felt hot tears forming in her emerald eyes.
'I shouldn't have said anything to them.'
"As I was saying, you must die, young lady." Etsuya said, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Sakura's head. Sakura felt the déjà vu from the previous night, but the terror in her mind was even more stinging than last time. Before Etsuya could cock the pistol and shoot Sakura, the sound of a roaring engine caught his attention. The men all turned to where a light was forming against a window. It grew smaller and more concentrated until the window exploded and Syaoran crashed through on his bike.
Thousands of razor sharp pieces of glass crashed all around, making men dodge and run from the slicing pieces. Etsuya and Takeshi covered their heads and the glass covered them. Syaoran swooped in and grabbed Sakura, who was shielding herself from the glass as well. They took off again, going out the man made door Syaoran had created and dodging gunshots at the same time.
"Fucking what is going on?!" Etsuya demanded, his face beet red and furious. The men scattered around, moving to get into cars and pursue the boy and their recently captured prize.
"They're long gone by now." Takeshi pointed out. Etsuya nodded, then swung his fist and connected with the young man's jaw.
"This mess is all your fault, Muruyama! If you didn't bring that little whore into our ring, we wouldn't be taking the time to kill her worthless ass! Now get out there and FIND THAT BITCH!" Etsuya screamed. Takeshi held his bruised and bleeding jaw and ran out with the others to the cars to give chase.
Syaoran and Sakura sped through the dark Tomoeda streets as they had last night, Sakura gripping Syaoran tightly. She could feel pain on her arms and knew she had been cut with some glass, and wondered if Syaoran had been injured as well. She noted the helmet he wore, and knew his plan was to make an entrance.
Finally convinced no one was chasing them, Syaoran drove back to his apartment where he hid his bike, unlike the previous night. Taking off his helmet, he looked Sakura over to see if she was alright. She had a small cut on her face below her left eye, and her arms were laced with cuts from the glass. Ignoring his own wounds, Syaoran picked Sakura up and hurried up into his apartment.
"They killed them. They killed my friends!" Sakura murmured as Syaoran gently placed her on his couch. He helped her out of her shirt and checked the bleeding cuts; they weren't too deep.
"It's ok. They're not dead. Let's get you cleaned up, and we'll go see them." Syaoran muttered as he ran into the kitchen and grabbed a wet washcloth and some antibiotics.
"You saved me." Sakura mumbled, looking at Syaoran with a vacant look on her pretty face. Syaoran looked up at the young woman and noticed her expression; the poor child was in shock. He bandaged Sakura's wounded arms and pulled her into an embrace. At first Sakura didn't move, but soon she began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Why is this happening to me? Why won't they leave me alone?" Sakura cried, her tears falling on Syaoran's tattered white shirt. He rocked back and forth, ignoring the pain in his arms and legs to soothe the frightened woman in his arms.
"It's ok. I'm going to get them. They'll never hurt you ever again, I promise." Syaoran whispered, stroking Sakura's hair with his hand gently. Sakura backed away from Syaoran and looked at him.
"You're hurt." She whispered, reaching for the wet cloth. She dabbed a clean end of it on Syaoran's cuts and he winced; driving through a window was probably not one of his most masterful plans, but he couldn't think of anything better at the time.
"I'm ok." Syaoran said quietly, letting Sakura peel off his shirt and wash out his injuries. It didn't occur to her that she was sitting in Syaoran's living room with nothing but a black bra and a pair of jeans on. All that mattered was that Syaoran get the care he deserved. Sakura put some antibiotics on Syaoran's cuts, and he hissed in pain.
"I didn't cry, and I'm a girl. You can handle this, anyway; you drove through a window!" Sakura exclaimed quietly, her voice serious. Syaoran nodded his head and let Sakura continue her treatment of his wounds. She looked down at his bloodied jeans and blushed crimson.
"I'll take care of those, you go into my room and get a sweatshirt." Syaoran ordered. Sakura blushed again, realizing she wasn't wearing a shirt, and slowly rose to her feet and walked into the bedroom. Syaoran pulled off his jeans and cleaned out his cuts; thank goodness they weren't serious. How he had escaped serious injury was beyond him. Moments later, Sakura walked out in an oversized college sweatshirt, clean clothes for Syaoran in her arms.
"You said they were alive?" Sakura asked. Syaoran nodded, sliding gingerly into his jeans. He winced as he pulled a baggy sweatshirt over his own nude torso, then stood up.
"Let's go."
Sakura and Syaoran found the hospital room Sakura's friends were in, and walked in together. They had taken a cab so as not to draw more attention to themselves if one of the men from Etsuya's gang were spying. Sakura's hair was tucked into a ball cap, and Syaoran's was also hiding beneath one as well. Sakura walked into the ICU and nearly fainted at the sight of her friends.
Tomoyo was lying closest to the door, her face barely recognizable. Both of her arms were in slings, and one of her legs were broken. Tubes of all shapes and sizes were hooked to the small woman, and a ventilator was helping her breathe. Sakura felt the tears rolling down her cheek as she saw what was once her best friend lying motionless, like a stuffed animal.
Eriol lay beside her, his head bandaged. Tufts of blue hair stuck out from between the wrapping, giving him a tattered look. His face was also bruised badly, making him almost unrecognizable. His left arm was in a sling, and both legs were in casts. Unlike Tomoyo, he had only a few machines keeping him alive, and was breathing on his own. A doctor walked in wearing blue scrubs, startling Sakura and Syaoran.
"Friends of the victims?" the doctor asked skeptically. Sakura nodded, and Syaoran stepped in front of her protectively.
"We are. Please, can you tell me how they are?" Sakura asked, her emerald eyes filled with guilt. How could she have let this happen to her dearest friends? The doctor frowned and instructed the two young people to sit down before he told them what was going on.
"The girl has suffered two broken arms, several broken ribs, a fractured jaw, and a broken leg. Her lungs were both punctured during the incident, and she'll be on a ventilator for awhile until we can get her strong enough to operate. I'm afraid we lost her baby though, which was a shame; she was only three months along." The doctor explained. Sakura's eyes widened; Tomoyo had been pregnant. Now not only was she responsible for the pain and suffering of her friends, Sakura was responsible for the death of an innocent child.
"Oh God. . . "Sakura started. Syaoran reached over and took the crying girl into his arms, trying to calm her down.
"Mr. Hiiragazawa suffered many broken ribs, a broken jaw, a broken arm and two broken legs. He fared much better than Miss Daidouji did, however. We can see him recovering quickly and being out of the hospital in a couple weeks." The doctor added. Sakura felt Syaoran stiffen at the mention of Eriol's name, and recalled that Eriol had done the same thing at the mention of Syaoran's name earlier that night.
"Thank you, Doctor." Sakura said quietly as the doctor nodded and walked out of the ICU after checking Tomoyo and Eriol's status.
"You know Eriol. I know you do." Sakura muttered, getting up and walking in between the beds where her closest friends lay. Syaoran stood up and approached her, his face grim. Emerald and amber clashed yet again in a sea of turmoil.
"Who is he to you? An old partner? A friend you went out drinking with?" Sakura asked curiously. Somehow the two of them were connected, and she wanted to know how.
"You want to know who he is to me?" Syaoran asked. Sakura nodded, looking deep into the storm that was Syaoran's turbulent eyes. He looked over at Eriol's sleeping form, then to Sakura's wide eyes filled with curiosity, guilt and pain. He sighed, shifting his weight onto his heels.
"He's my brother."
*So that's . . . twisted, right? Anyway, thanks a lot for reading, now do me the honor of sending a review so I may appreciate it and feel special! ::waits:: OK, you're still here, and you're not reviewing! Get on it! Oh and watch for my newest fic "The Luckiest" coming April first!*