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There was an eerie silence that overtook the neighborhood after the resounding thud on the cement. A figure cloaked in a dark jacket made his way towards the seemingly lifeless body. Feeling for his pulse, the man sighed in relief. The bastard was still alive.

"Sakura, you can come out now."

The slim figure of a woman finally made her appearance to the scene. Her eyes were watery as she darted towards the man and silently thanked him with her shining eyes.

"Syaoran!" Her cries were muffled as she hid her face in the crook of her lover's neck.

Syaoran smiled gently and ran his hand up and down her arms soothingly.

"It's all over. It's all over."

Seeing that his work was done, the cloaked figure turned to leave. Syaoran stood up abruptly, with Sakura in his arms.

"Wait," he called out.

The figure stood still, awaiting Syaoran's words.

Syaoran ran his hand through his hair, suddenly feeling abashed. He finally managed to say, "Thank you. For everything."

The cloaked figure grinned and left the scene, quietly and unnoticed as he had come.

"Hiiragizawa," was the last word Syaoran muttered under his breath before turning his thoughts fully to the young woman in his arms.

Sakura's sobs had died down and she was sniffling periodically, still snuggling into his warmth. She was going to be the death of him—a very pleasurable death of course.

Syaoran chucked lightly and lifted Sakura up into his arms, carrying her as he would a newly wed bride. He gently nipped at her ear and laughed when Sakura squirmed in protest.

"Come, my dearest one. I think it's time that we had some rest."

Eriol hung up his coat in the living room and sighed deeply. What turned out to be an innocent walk had almost turned out to be a murder. Patting his trusty gun in his pocket, Eriol made his way to the bedroom, sprawling himself unceremoniously on the sheets.

'He knew all along," he thought, rubbing his eyes.

From day one, Syaoran had always kept an eye on him, be it suspicion of his past career or simply a look out for the beautiful emerald-eyed woman.

Gently stroking the gun, flashbacks ran through the young man's mind.

Screams.

Cries.

Gunshots.

Thuds.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Eriol remembered the day he swore he would never use a gun ever again—by the hands a bloody murder, a gun killed his entire family.

'Father….Mother…' he thought sadly.

In a rage, Eriol flung the gun across the room and yelled, "Never again! Never again!"

The room seemed to shake with the power of his pain and anger. The vivid memories of the dreaded day flowed back into his mind and Eriol screamed. He could have done something. He was a cop for goodness sake! But he was out on duty, when he could have been at home watching out for his parents' well-being. No. Why did life have to be unfair?

Throwing his sheets around, the angry man was frantic. The lamp fell off its stand, breaking into thousands of tiny pieces, cutting the young man's finger as he reached for it.

"Eriol! Stop! What are you doing?" Came a wild and worried voice from the door.

He froze. It can't be. Please, it can't be her. How could he let her see him like this? Torn and uncontrolled.

"Tomoyo," he began in a strained voice. "If you know what's good for you, please leave darling."

Willing with all his heart that the lavender haired goddess would leave, he fell on top of the bed, only to hear her startled gasp and footsteps running towards him.

"Eriol! Listen to me. You don't know what you're doing!"

The young man wished he was invisible. Tears were streaming down Tomoyo's face as she gently cupped his cheek.

"What have you done?" she whispered.

Seeing his finger bleeding, Tomoyo dabbed her shirt onto the small cut and slowly put her mouth on it, sucking on the blood lightly.

Eriol trembled with the contact and tried to retrieve his hand but her warm mouth was too much for him to do anything.

"Tomoyo," he finally said, highly aroused by her actions. She lapped at his finger and continued to put it into her mouth. Her eyes were lidded and she had a lazy smile on her face.

Straddling his waist, Tomoyo finally let go of his finger and placed both of her hands on Eriol's hard chest.

"Don't tell me you don't want me," she said softly, and moved her hips against his. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else."

Lips parted, she bent down to give Eriol a kiss.

It was hungry and demanding. Hot and fiery, Eriol struggled to keep his hormones in check. There was a willing woman, a beautiful one at that, on top of him, and he couldn't let their actions go unchecked. Smoothly, Eriol's tongue entered the young woman's wet cavern, exploring and teasing, receiving gracious moans in return. She tasted so sweet, so lovely, so hot. Eriol unconsciously grinded his hips into hers and the moan he received from the aroused woman on top of him was more than enough to drive him overboard. God, she was sexy.

"Eriol, please." She pleaded, quickly trying to unbutton his shirt.

Suddenly, a shiny object got his attention.

'The hell?' The young man thought angrily.

Ignoring her desperate pleas for pleasure, Eriol pushed the lavender haired woman off of him.

"You whore," he muttered under his breath.

With her hair completely disarrayed, Tomoyo couldn't believe her ears as she tried to calm down her speeding heart.

"Excuse me?"

Eriol scoffed and folded his arms across his chest.

"You're fucking engaged and you still want to sleep with me?" he roared.

It took a minute for Tomoyo to register what the man before her was saying. Looking down at her finger, she realized the meaning of his words. Shaking her head vigorously, she crawled towards his feet, and hugged his legs.

"Eriol," she breathed. "I don't love Alan. He proposed to me today, I couldn't find it in my heart to tell him no. He loves me so dearly."

Eriol stared down at her pathetic state and bent down to hold her chin in his hand.

"Sweetheart, you're better off having a man who loves you than a man who would love to fuck you." With those last words, Eriol left her in the bedroom alone, feeling in his heart an indescribable pain that could only be soothed by the woman he had just so viciously rejected.

AN: Yes, I'm back, for who knows how long. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The rating has gone up, obviously. Review please!