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Syaoran's Angels

Chapter 6: Cherry Blossom

The phone dropped out of Sakura's hands as she stared at the receiver in shock.

"Sakura? Sakura?" her father yelled down the phone, "Are you there?"

She shook herself, gathered her wits and picked up the phone again.

"Yeah, dad I'm here," Sakura told him.

"Can you pick me up at the airport?" her father asked, "I'm there right now."

"Dad aren't you suppose to be in Tibet or Mongolia or whatever?" Sakura questioned.

Her father sighed.

"We couldn't dig in the mountains anymore because the land was too unstable and we didn't want to trigger a landslide," he told her, "Now, can you pick me up? Or I can catch a taxi."

Sakura picked up her keys again as she talked.

"No, wait there. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Okay but be careful, see you later my little Cherry Blossom," her father added with a faint trace of amusement in his voice.

"See you later, dad," Sakura said blushing slightly hearing her father use his old nickname for her.

She hung up and sighed before leaving her house again.

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As she opened the door Tomoyo began humming a little song to herself, a silly grin plastered over her face. Singing softly to herself she touched her lips and giggled thinking about the kiss.

Still smiling Tomoyo walked into her bedroom and began changing her clothes. Right after the song had finished Eriol had blushed and mumbled something before leaving hurriedly. Tomoyo had tried to stay for a little while longer but once Eriol had left she didn't feel like staying and had quickly left. Tomoyo brushed her hair and blushed as she remembered her reaction to the kiss.

She sighed and knew this was what love felt like. This warm feeling inside her heart, she sat there in a daze as she fantasized about Eriol.

She visualised him in her mind. He was tall and had a really cute smile. He had this strange blue hair that would have looked weird on anybody else but looked perfect on him, his soulful blue eyes lit up like stars when he smiled. A nice muscular body and graceful movements just made him that that much more irresistible.

Tomoyo groaned.

"I've got it bad," she muttered to herself.

She wondered idly what Meiling or Sakura would think of him. She stifled a giggle imaging her friends' reactions.

With that last thought she gave her hair one last brush and went to bed.

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Meiling yawned and rubbed her eyes wearily. Oh god, what time was it? She glanced at the clock and realised she must have dozed off. Yawning, she picked up the book again and forced herself to read.

"One of the books, the book of the Hong Bao Shi Hu Die (Ruby Butterfly), according to legend was stolen by Mongolian raiders from a temple in China during the Ming Dynasty. The precise whereabouts of this book is unknown but it is still believed to lie somewhere in Mongolia," Meiling read.

She scowled.

"Looks like we're going to Mongolia," she said with a sigh as she continued reading, "the third book, the book of the Yue Gong Jian Shou (Moon Archer) has been lost since the collapse of the Ming Dynasty. Its whereabouts is a mystery even to experts."

Meiling sighed.

"Seems like Syaoran was right... as usual."

She continued reading about the three ancient books until the sweet temptations of dreamland beckoned once more and she once again fell under its spell and was soon fast asleep.

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Sakura sighed wearily as she parked her car after what seemed like hours of trying to find a space. Getting out of her car she quickly headed into the airport.

The automatic glass door slid open as Sakura walked in and surveyed the scene that lay in front of her. Even this late at night L.A. International Airport was still a noisy beehive of activity. People, some in noisy groups and some by themselves walk past often dragging heavy suitcases behind them. The P.A. system switched on and cheerfully told them that the non-stop flight to England was now about to touch down. Sakura sighed and looked around hoping to spot her father in the crowd.

"Sakura?" a warm voice said behind her as a hand descended onto her shoulder.

The American Angel tensed as years of training took over, quickly she grabbed the hand and whirled around preparing to throw the man over her shoulders but her emerald eyes widened as she recognised the face and she instantly dropped the hand she was holding.

"Dad!" she cried happily hugging the much taller man.

Fujitaka Kinomoto beamed down at his daughter as he returned the hug.

"How are you, my little Cherry blossom?" he asked using his special nickname for Sakura.

"I'm fine," Sakura took a step back and smiled up at her father, "How was the dig?"

Fujitaka knelt to pick up his bulging bag but was stopped as Sakura gripped his arm gently.

"I'll get it," she said cheerfully.

Her father opened his mouth to tell her it was too heavy but stopped as Sakura easily picked up the bag and grinned at him.

"So how was it?"

Fujitaka smiled seeing his little girl all grown up and sighed wistfully wondering how fast time had gone past.

"It was extremely productive. We managed to find many interesting artefacts."

Sakura's ear pricked up hearing the word artefact. She put on her sweetest smile and blasted her father with its full effect.

"Artefacts? What kind of artefacts?" she asked still beaming at him.

Fujitaka laughed.

"Why are you suddenly so interested?" he asked as they walked back to Sakura's car.

"What can't I be interested in my father's work?" Sakura asked innocently.

"Well, we did find some extremely rare and strange artefacts but I really can't say anymore," Fujitaka said studying his daughter's face.

"Ooo... what's with the secrecy?" Sakura asked genuinely curious.

"Like I said one of these artefacts are extremely rare. One of a kind items, we're afraid if the location of the artefacts are revealed than thieves will go after them."

"Why don't you put them into a museum or something?" Sakura asked sensibly.

Fujitaka shook his head.

"Museums aren't that safe. Remember the one in Pairs?"

Sakura looked down uncomfortably and resisted the urge to blush as Fujitaka continued.

"And there is more work that needs to be done before we even consider removing them from the site," Fujitaka grinned at her, "So sorry but I can't say anything. Express orders from the governments."

"The governments are involved?" Sakura asked shocked, "Wow, this is big."

"The biggest find of the century," Fujitaka smiled as his eyes took on a dazed look, "And I was there to witness it."

His eyes returned to normal as he looked at his daughter curiously.

"So why did you wanted to know?" he asked.

Sakura shrugged.

"Curious I guess but I better not ask any more questions because you have orders not to say anything to anybody," Sakura grinned, "Sounds like you're a secret agent or something."

Fujitaka laughed as they reached the car and Sakura opened the trunk and began piling the bags in.

"Don't be silly. There are no such things as secret agents."

Sakura smiled faintly.

"Yeah, no such things," she echoed.

Fujitaka got into the passenger seat as Sakura got into the car and drove off. Father and daughter chatted about random things catching up with each other but during a lull in the conversation Sakura smiled grimly looking out of the windshield. Her father may have just found one of the books they were after but she had to be sure if books were among the collection of 'extremely rare artefacts'. She needed evidence.

But how could she get her hands on some?

Sakura continued staring out the window as plans ran through her head.

All she needed was the perfect opportunity.

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Rika studied the woman in front of her with blank, dead eyes. Lilia shuddered but beat back her fear and handed the woman her clawed leather gloves and a new photo.

"Our sources tell us that the girls are currently split up. They are more vulnerable now. We advise you to go after them now whilst they are separated," Lilia intrusted, "the photo shows one of the girl's houses and the address is on the back."

Rika turned the photo over slowly and read the address. She slipped on her gloves and looked at Lilia squarely in the eyes, sensing the fear dwelling within the other woman Rika blinked slowly.

"We'll drive you there," Lilia offered.

The assassin nodded ever so slightly and they were on their way.

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Tomoyo sat up and blinked trying to clear her blurred vision and wondered what had woken her up.

Looking around the dark room in confusion, she got up and slipped on her robe and padded into the hallway.

"Tik, tik, tik..." the ominous sound repeated itself over and over again as Tomoyo stiffened and training took over.

Stealthily she made her way to where she thought the sound came from, coming in front of the close she hesitated slightly before shifting into a fighter's stance.

"HIYA!" with one swift kick she kicked the door open and leapt into the room prepared to do battle with whoever was creating that noise.

Silence then...

"Tik, tik, tik..."

Tomoyo laughed at herself as she spotted the source of the noise.

"Jeez, I'm jumpy," she smiled softly to herself as she crossed the room and closed the tap. One final drop of water fell from the tap and hit the basin making one final 'tik' before all was silent.

Tomoyo was about to go back to bed before she realised just how hungry she was. Running her hands through her mused hair Tomoyo walked into her kitchen and opened her fridge. Getting out a container of leftovers from god knows when. She shoved it into the microwave and looked out from the kitchen window into the dark, shadowy night as she waited for the microwave to finish.

Suddenly a black shadow leapt out from the darkness as Tomoyo screamed.

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Meiling sat up suddenly.

"Wha... what?" she mumbled sleepily.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around. She must have fallen asleep again. Looking down at her lap and seeing the book she had been reading, Meiling smiled.

"May as well put this back," she said as she got up and walked out of the room.

The book Meiling had been reading had been ancient even her grandmother didn't know when or where her family had first got it. All she knew was that it had been passed down through the family for generations and Meiling certainly didn't want to ruin it even though the possibility of her getting married and having kids at this point was somewhere between zero and negative a zillion.

Musing over the sad state of her love life Meiling walked into her living room. Carefully putting the book back into the bookshelf, she turned around to go back to her bedroom. Walking past one of the windows she stopped and looked outside admiring her garden in the moonlight.

That's when it happened. Suddenly a dark shape leapt out from the shadows.

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Tomoyo stopped screaming and smiled at herself.

"I'm really, really jumpy," she announced slightly embarrassed over her own foolishness.

A black cat pounced onto the windowsill and looked into the kitchen through the glass and meowed softly before jumping off and disappearing into the night once more. Tomoyo shook her head and turned around as the microwave announced the end of its reheating with a loud ding.

After burning her fingers on the hot plastic, Tomoyo yanked the container out and sat down at her dining table as she began eating and wondering what the other girls were doing.

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"CRASH!!"

Shattered chips of glass rained down onto the carpeted floor as a dark shape leapt through the window and tackled Meiling to the ground. Meiling kicked the person off her and leapt up.

"RIKA?!" she gasped seeing the dead-eyed assassin.

Rika responded by lunged at her trying to impale Meiling with her claws. The Asian Angel leapt to the side and kicked Rika in the ribs before following up with a quick rabbit punch to the chest. Rika staggered backwards but recovered quickly countering with a few quick slashes. Meiling managed to dodge all of them but she stumbled back slightly as she leapt back to avoid the last swipe. Her clumsiness was rewarded with a long cut across her arm.

Meiling bit down onto her lip to stop her yelp of pain and grimly fought on grabbing the assassin's wrist and slammed her elbow into the woman's face.

Rika's head snapped back but if she was feeling any way it didn't show over her face. She stared at Meiling with her creepy empty eyes and slashed at her again. Meiling ducked the swipe and uppercut her in the jaw. She followed up with a quick legs sweep before leaping up. She was now breathing heavily but she ignored her exhaustion instead she kept her ruby-red eyes trained on her opponent.

Rika slowly got up and wiped the blood from her mouth. Slowly she shifted into a fighter's stance, her claws pointed directly at Meiling.

Both fighters lunged at each other, their fists and kick a quick series of blurs. Such was their speed, Meiling grabbed one of Rika's feet as she tried to kick her and flipped her onto her back.

Rika landed heavily as Meiling leapt over the fallen woman and sprinted into her bedroom, behind her she could hear Rika slowly getting up and the broken glass chips crunching under the assassin's feet as she pursued her.

Meiling raced through her open bedroom door and immediately flew to her still unpacked bags, which was from her trip to Paris, lying on the ground. She quickly grabbed one of the smaller bags and ripped the zip open.

"Come and get me now, Rika," she taunted as she grabbed something from within and held it out in front of her.

Rika appeared at the doorway and merely blinked seeing the long sword Meiling held in her hands. Meiling grinned as she wielded the sword she had stolen from the Paris museum.

"Come on kitty cat," Meiling smirked.

She lunged forwards twirling the sword around in her hands. Rika tried to stab her with her claws but the metal blade deflected the claws as Meiling gloated.

"Not so tough are you?"

Rika blinked at her again and whirled around and ran off back into the darkness.

"Come back here!" Meiling yelled taking chase.

Rika was almost at the broken window again when Meiling hurled the sword at her. The blade twirled through the air as Rika turned around and blinked. She slapped the sword away with her claws but wasn't quick enough to fend off the next attack.

Meiling lunged at her and grabbed the assassin's arm. With a yell, she hurled the assassin into the wall and smirked as Rika went sailing through the broken window. She landed outside in the garden and landed heavily but managed to get up but she was now limping.

Meiling leapt through the window and took up a fighter's stance her expertly trained eyes analysing Rika's movements.

"How did you know I lived here?" she asked.

Silence.

"TELL ME!" Meiling thundered.

Rika remained silent.

"Damn it! Tell me!" Meiling was about to lunge at Rika again when the sound of a car's horn honking made her look out towards the road.

"What the?" Meiling gasped seeing a familiar red car.

The red car had tinted windows and as far as Meiling could see no number plates.

"That car..." she murmured remembering back to the day when another assassin had tried to kill them at Mandy's.

By the time she thought to look back at Rika, the assassin was gone. Meiling immediately began looking around at the shadows trying to figure out where the assassin had gone. But she was nowhere in sight.

"What the..."

A sudden flash of light caught her eyes as training took over. She leapt into the air and straightened her legs allowing the bottom of her feet to smack into the wall behind her. Pushing off from the wall, Meiling landed onto the lawn and immediately went into a roll. She leapt up and took up a stance as she stared at the thing embedded into the dirt before her.

It was a golden dart.

"Son of a..."

The sound of an engine starting made her look away as the red car suddenly screeched down the street and turned a corner disappearing out of sight.

Meiling slowly got up and stared at the dart in shock.

"Sakura... Tomoyo..."

They could be in danger as well.

The Asian Angel was suddenly extremely worried.

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"So my Cherry Blossom," her father said, "How are your studies?"

Sakura froze for a moment wondering what he meant before remembering he thought she was still studying in college instead of travelling around the world as an Angel. She smiled weakly and came up with a quick lie.

"It's going okay," she replied as she opened the door to her apartment.

Hoping desperately she had remembered to put away any pieces of evidence that may give away her identity as an Angel, Sakura flipped on the lights and glanced quickly around the room.

Nothing.

Thank god.

Sakura sighed in relief and turned around to beam at her father.

"Yeah, it's going fine," she said letting him in.

Fujitaka smiled at his daughter as he glanced at the room.

"So this is where my little Cherry Blossom lives," he mused, "I thought it would be a lot messier."

"I'm not messy!" Sakura retorted half-laughing.

Fujitaka laughed.

"You're right, you're not. Even as a child you were very organized and neat," he smiled wistfully as he thought back to those days but he quickly focuses on his little girl again, "So where do I sleep?"

"The guest room I guess," Sakura said walking over to one of the doors, "Here."

She pushed open to the door to reveal a cream-coloured room with a neatly made bed, a set of drawers and a small table and chair. There was also a window set in one of the walls, which looked out into the night sky outside.

"The bathroom is over there," Sakura said pointing to one of the rooms.
"Good, I want to have a shower," Fujitaka immediately went over to the bed and dumped his bag onto the mattress. He rummaged around inside and grabbed a change clothes, "Don't worry about me, I wouldn't even be around for that long maybe around a month if I'm lucky. I've just got to go the museum and show my colleagues a few photos and a few other things and then I'm heading out to another dig."

Sakura nodded.

"You can't stay for longer?"

"Sorry, but I can't."

"It's okay," Sakura said flashing him a fake grin.

She left her father alone in the bedroom and sighed thinking about how even during her childhood her father had always been away to one dig or another. It had been a very lonely childhood especially since her mother had died when she had been only three. Sakura bit down onto her lip and shook away those memories instead concentrating on the task at hand.

She went into her kitchen and rummaged around in the drawers pretending she was doing something until she heard the bathroom door close followed by the sound of the shower being turned on.

Immediately she ran into the guest room and spotted her father's bags lying on the bed. She immediately went to one of the small suitcases and zipped it open and searched inside.

Clothes...

Clothes...

Clothes...

Aha!

A small yellow folder was nestled amongst her father's clothing. Sakura picked it up and examined it for clues for what was inside. Seeing nothing on it, Sakura opened it gingerly and grinned as a stack of photos rained down from the folder. Sakura dropped the folder and immediately picked up the photos. She quickly flipped through all of it and gasped seeing pictures of the archaeological dig.

Halfway through the stack she began seeing pictures of the artefacts found at the dig. Swords... statues... ancient scraps of scrolls and books... urns and vases...

"Oh my god," Sakura gasped.

She held up a photo. The photo showed something extremely familiar. A dark violet book with bronze coloured metal embedded into the cover stared up at her as Sakura examined it closely. The metal strips had been skilfully crafted to form into the shape of a butterfly with gems of every description and size making up the inside of the wings. Beneath the butterfly was a strip of metal and on it strange words were crafted.

It looked exactly like the book Sakura had stolen from Paris only this had been find in...

Sakura blinked and searched the photos frantically for any clue of where these artefacts had been dig up. Nothing. Not even a single clue.

"Damn it," Sakura whispered.

She stopped as she heard the shower being closed. The sound of water beating down onto the bathtub stopped as Sakura hastily jammed the rest of the photos back into the folder and hid it again amongst the clothing. She quickly zipped up the suitcase and checked quickly to see if anything was out of place. Satisfied that every looked like it hadn't been touched, Sakura ran out of the room, slipping the photo of the book into her pocket and headed back to the kitchen.

"Hey Dad," Sakura called as the bathroom door opened.

"Yes?" her father asked as he dried his hair with a towel.

"Want something to eat?"

"I'm fine thanks," he replied.

He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table watching his daughter as she rummaged around in the fridge.

"What's this," he asked holding up a pink envelope.

Sakura froze.

"Nothing," she squeaked.

"This is from your old school," he said peering at the address, "To Cherry Blossom."

He looked up at her frowning.

"That was the name I use in school," Sakura said blushing slightly, "I thought the name Sakura Kinomoto has too weird so I picked another."

Fujitaka nodded and took out the letter.

"This is an invitation to your high school reunion," he said reading the letter quickly, "Are you going?"

Sakura shook her head.

"I'm too busy and it's only a week away I don't have enough time to get a dress or a date."

"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't have a problem getting a date," Fujitaka grinned at his daughter proudly.

Sakura blushed even more and shook her head.

"I don't want to go."

"Don't you want to see your old friends again?"

Sakura nodded slowly.

"But..."

"Then you should go."

Sakura opened her mouth to argue but was stopped as her doorbell rang.

"Who is that?" she wondered.

She glanced at the clock.

"It's about three in the morning. Who can it be?" she muttered to herself as she went to her front door and opened it.

Meiling stood there looking as though she had just woken up.

"Meiling!? What is it?"

"Rika," Meiling said scowling fiercely.

"Rika?!"

"Who's Rika?"

Sakura turned around to look at her dad who was standing just behind her.

"Who's Rika?" he repeated.

Sakura stared at him speechless trying to think up of a lie.

"Who is Rika?"

Damn it

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Oooo... Fujitaka doesn't know Sakura is an Angel and Sakura doesn't know how to tell him. Worse he knows where the second book is, how is this going to turn out? You'll just have to wait and find out.

Next chapter:

How on earth will Sakura keep her secret from her father as both Tomoyo and Meiling move to Sakura's house to avoid further attacks from Rika? But things get complicated when Syaoran has a new mission for them. What is that mission? And will the mysterious location of the second book be revealed? Find out in... Caution: Angels at work.

A/Note: In case you haven't noticed even the names of the three ancient book are linked with CCS. Did you pick it up? If you now which names the three book names represent (clue: they're all magical guardians) e-mail me the answer at (please put your title as 'Syaoran's Angels Competition'). DON'T PUT YOUR ANSWER ON YOUR REVIEW!

The first three people with the correct answers will have the privilege (stardragon: yeah right) of having a character of their invention (within reason of course) being in the story!

The books' names are:

The book of the Fei Lao Shi (translation: Flying Lion)

The book of the Hong Bao Shi Hu Die (translation: Ruby Butterfly)

The book of the Yue Gong Jian Shou (translation: Moon Archer)

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