A/N: I'm so sorry! I know you been waiting for so long for this chapter…and I'm, what, three weeks late? But, I do have a perfectly reasonable explanation. I've been so deprived of computer time that it's not even funny. My life's been so busy lately that all I've gotten time for is school, homework, the occasional going-outs with some friends, and reading recently updated fics.And my dad isn't helping either!So, I'm so sorry!

Here's the long awaited chapter seven anyhow! I hope you like it, it's not really my style of writing, but, -shrugs- oh well, I did my best. I'm not really good at climaxing parts.

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. Must this always come? Lol…

Chapter Seven: Syaoran…

Run.

Run, Sakura.

She did not hesitate.

Sakura heard her heels slapping on the pavement. Her head felt like it was spiraling, and any coherent thought was immediately squashed. She knew, somewhere, the small rational part that had remained in her mind was protesting,

The guys might not do anything to you, you know. They could've just been coming back from a party and they just happened to look at you because you made all that noise. And now they could just be standing back there thinking you're crazy for just running away like that looking like you were going to pee in your pants.

Vaguely, she wondered if that was true, but fear drove her to push on. She had no idea where she was going anymore, and she was too scared of what she could find if she took a glance behind her to see if they were following her.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she ran across a road, heedless of the angry drivers beeping at her and rolling their windows down to yell.

She nimbly sprang over a surprised little boy crouched in the middle of the sidewalk, holding a magnifying glass and admiring a worm.

Eventually, her legs became heavier, and she literally had to push to keep them going.

No! Her mind thought frantically. This isn't supposed to be happening!

Finally, she did what she knew had been coming to her. Quickly, she peeked over her shoulder.

And what she saw terrified her, and her heart rammed almost painfully against her chest.

The guys were following her.

I'm too young to die!

In any other situation, she would have laughed at that statement…but right now, the thought didn't even occur to her.

She whipped her head back around, eyes constricting in horror. She knew they were gaining ground, she knew she couldn't keep on running forever, even with all that adrenaline pumping through her.

Frantically, she sprinted to the nearby grocery store and entered, praying that the men wouldn't try anything in a public place. But then…they could always drag her away and do something.

And so, with a sinking heart, she watched from behind a shelf as the three strangers that had been following her saunter into the store. Beer or whatever it was bottles long forgotten, probably trashed sometime when they had been chasing her.

Sakura ignored the people staring at her strangely, wondering why she was pressed against the shelf like it was life itself.

She watched as one of the guys drunkenly asked a woman something. Looking slightly intimidated, the woman pointed to her direction.

Oh no. She knew what this meant.

She quickly raced to the next aisle, an eye trained on the entrance, hoping to get there before those drunks spotted her. She had gained at least a semblance of her rational mind back.

Breathing deeply, she clasped her hands together and then proceeded to close her eyes to calm herself.

This was to be her undoing.

Arms told hold of her from behind and spun her around.

Her eyes snapped open, disbelief and terror displayed clearly.

The man that had grabbed her, a bit older than her, curled his lips into a smile, complete delight dancing across his face. The two others stood languidly behind her. She gulped, eyes darting around. No chance for escape anymore. Why was this happening to her? What had she ever done to anyone to deserve this?

Please! Someone…please…tell me… she pleaded in her head, the support in her legs failing her. She fell to her knees, but the male in front of her hauled her up again.

"Now," he spoke, bringing his face so close to hers that his breath tickled her face and she could smell the alcohol wafting through it. She could see those dark green eyes clearly. She tried turning her face away, but his hand forced her chin back. "You will cooperate, or something you probably won't like might happen, got it?" Sakura swallowed, feeling bile rise in her throat. Then, she slowly nodded her head, knowing she had no other choice. For someone so drunk, this man acted disturbingly sane. "Good. Now, stand up and walk out of the store with us like you know us and you're familiar with us."

Sakura struggled in his arms, but his hands tightened. Then, giving up, she fell limp.

"Ok." She answered, lowering her head.

"Aw, what's wrong sweetie? Come on, I want to see you smile. And I want to see your eyes,"

Sakura felt like her stomach was turning over, and it wasn't in a good way either.

But gathering up her courage, she slowly brought her head up and forced a smile on her face.

"That's good," the man stroked her face. All she could see were those dark green eyes. So dark. Had they been light once? "You're so beautiful…I wonder what you'll be like…" his eyes wandered down, stopping too long at some places of her body than was appropriate.

She hated the feeling of his vulgar eyes raking her up and down, as if she were a piece of meat to be bought. But most of all, she felt dirty. She had always treasured her innocence above everything, and now…

She felt like crumbling, falling to her knees and just crying her eyes out, hoping someone would rescue her and make everything better again.

But she knew, bitterly, that that was not meant to be. She didn't live in a fairy tale.

"Come," he finally came back to her face, the expression in his eyes causing her to shirk away. "Let's go," he signaled to his friends, who immediately took their places behind him as he stood up, cautiously letting go of her.

"Hey, aren't you gonna share her?" whined one, the one with floppy blackish-brownish hair and light brown eyes.

"Yeah, you always get the good ones," the other one with pitch black hair falling over his dark eyes agreed, complaining.

"I'm not a stupid piece of something you can fight over!" Sakura finally spoke up, upset beyond imaginable.

"Shut up," Interrupted what was probably the leader, the one with the alluring dark green eyes. Oh, alluring? She meant disgusting. "Let's just go," impatience leaked into his voice, and he went over to the sliding doors, who's clear glass reflected Sakura's pale face staring back at her.

And yet…a fire also burned in her eyes, defiant. She wondered what kept it going, she hadn't had that kind of intense fire before…

Before what?

She wasn't sure.

A taxi pulled up to the curb and she numbly climbed in, the two 'followers' accompanying her. The leader sat in the front seat.

Sakura stared out her window, at the scenery flying past her.

"Syaoran…" she whispered, not knowing why.

That impish way he smiled sometimes, gruff, impatient, and yet at the same time sweet and caring in his own way. He wasn't very good with people, and he hated being in groups of people that he didn't know well, but everyone had flaws and somehow those didn't bother her. Rather, she only smiled at them. If it had been with anyone else, she wasn't so sure she could be so welcoming of those characteristics, but, Syaoran was her knight. She knew he would protect her for some reason, but she didn't think at this time that was possible.

Still…

"My very own knight,"

She liked the sound of that.

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Syaoran fidgeted on his couch, not even able to concentrate on the TV show in front of him, one of his favourites too. The O.C.

Something was wrong. He had no idea how he knew, but something was wrong.

He was just hallucinating. There was no way.

He shook his head. Just get a grip Syaoran...there's nothing wrong.

But somehow, he wasn't very convinced.

Stifling a sigh, he went to the kitchen to grab one of his carefully stashed chocolate bars and pop some popcorn. That always helped. Maybe he could ask one of his sisters to come watch the O.C. with him?

Realizing what he had just thought, he stopped in his tracks.

No way, what was he thinking?

There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong, he kept repeating to himself.

But, if there really wasn't anything wrong, why did he feel so anxious?

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She stared at the house, it was nothing like she expected.

It was very neat, very white, Victorian-style.

She was pushed from behind, although the push was surprisingly gentle.

Sakura walked up to the house and placed a hand on the innocent white doorknob, glancing behind her but finding, with a jolt, that the drunkards were right behind her, only a hair away. Unnerved, she turned the doorknob, and found that the door was open.

She stepped in.

Inside, she found a quaint staircase that was wooden, with a sleek veneer covering it so that it shone, almost magically. Turning her head up, her eyes flickered in dismay as she found a crystal chandelier above of her.

The dark green-eyed guy closed his hand around her right arm and led her upstairs, using that odd gentleness that he hadn't possessed before. They left the other two to pout at the bottom of the stairs.

She watched in odd fascination as they stopped in front of a seemingly harmless door.

All her thoughts, they only tumbled away, because right now, she knew what was going to happen. She would rather die than do…do that with him. And at the moment, she felt so frozen, so deadened.

"Don't be afraid," a husky voice murmured into her ear.

Don't be afraid?

She wanted to laugh hysterically. Yes, she was perfectly content. She didn't voice any of her thoughts however, and she merely nodded.

Her expressionless spring-green eyes observed the door being opened and those dark green eyes, like the murky depths of the ocean, bore into hers. A hand clasped hers.

She had no way of escape…the other two guys were at the bottom of the stairs guarding it, there was no way she could escape through a window or else she would fall to her death.

And all through this, all she could think about was…

Syaoran. Why didn't you come? Why didn't you? You were supposed to come. You're like my knight. You're the only person I've ever given a nickname to. Romeo.

"Come in babe," that falsely soothing voice invaded her thoughts, and she didn't need to look to know that his eyes held lust in them. She stared at their clasped hands, an unexpected anger welling up inside her.

That hand wasn't supposed to be holding hers. It was all wrong, like a twisted movie.

She yanked her hand away, and gripped her hands on the ends of her shirt.

Her emotions rushed over her again, like a tidal wave. She didn't know whether to be relieved or despairing. Tears sprung to her eyes and she purposely let her bangs cover them as that sickening man grasped her hand again.

This time she made no move to move away.

Please, please, help me, someone. I…I… here her thoughts broke hopelessly. That numb feeling swept over her again.

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Syaoran bolted upright, as if just shocked, his hands shaking and staring at the piece of chocolate that he had just dropped.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong!

What was wrong?

And for some reason, one name rested on his lips.

"Sakura…"

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"Syaoran…" Sakura sighed softly as the door clicked closed.

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He shook his head. He was just hallucinating. Maybe his mother was just having trouble with that meeting of hers, the one that Syaoran had refused to attend.

But then after a few moments passed, he held his head in his hands, that restless feeling all but overwhelming him.

And for the first time since he discovered that show, he ignored the O.C.

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A/N: Finally! I'm done this chapter! Eh. I know a lot of you must be mad at me for updating after such a long time…-cowers under a table- um, please just look to the beginning of the chapter for why. Hope you like this chapter anyhow! As usual, if there are any mistakes, please tell me in a review.

Question: I don't think Syaoran would look that bad with his hair slicked back with gel…would he?

Answer: Hey, wow, I never really thought of this. Hmmm, well, think of it this way…Syaoran's hair would look like Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter. It would be all slicked back so that it stuck to his head and he would look practically bald. It just doesn't suit him that much…I suppose it wouldn't look that bad, lol, everyone has their own opinions!

Review responses (sorry everyone can't get one!):

Illusion Dragon: Hey gurl! I haven't talked to you in a long time. Um, my email STILL isn't working…this has to be the longest time ever! –moans- Oh well, anyway, how do I think of all these Japanese and Chinese names? Well, I just make them up. Thing's like x's and combinations like 'ai' 'ei' and 'sh' are common, so I just try and stick them together or something. Heheh. Don't ask me how I do it. Thanks for thinking Romeo is awesome! Keep reviewing!

Wolf Jade: Oh, so that's what you mean about the elders. And about that Seruina thing, yeah, I know…but believe it or not, I've met someone like her before. Heheh, anyway, I love your story…Secret Valentines or something like that! Wow, it's so cool. Anyway, I visited your bio page and I realized that you are actually two people who share an account, and I'm curious, which one are you?

Czakali: Wow, you actually prefer short chapters? Cool! Keep reviewing, you're wonderful.

Sakura-tenshii: Oh, now I know what YC is…then…yup! There will be YC in this fic. Sorry for the bolded letters, but I have to let other readers know too.

Pinaygrrl: Let's see…WILL Syaoran rescue Sakura? –winks- I'll leave that for you to decide, what do you think? –laughs- I'm probably killing you with suspense right now. Heheh. Lol, yeah, and being drunk isn't good (I've never been drunk)…

Cherryxxblossom: Hey, so you don't think I'm crazy? Yay! I've moved up in the world. Lol, joking joking. Anyway, keep reviewing…

Renzieyoung: Wow, you have no idea how much you have made me happy. I appreciate your comments on my story, and I'll keep in mind that I should put Sakura's thoughts in as well. Oh, and I believe that everyone has feelings and are real people, so that's why I'm trying to make my characters as real as possible, even though the plot line is rather cliché. Please keep reviewing!

Tsubame: I've been wanting to ask you for forever, but I couldn't get this chapter posted up fast enough…what do you mean by 'I'm so good at these'? Sorry, but I'm just curious. Anyway, I LOVE your compliments! Thank you, so much! I bet the suspense is still killing you…will Syaoran save Sakura? Or not? Lol! Keep reviewing!

Cristal-shien: Hey, thanks for the YC thing, now I know! Thank you for the support on my grandpa too, he's fine now. Do you think anything will happen to Sakura? Hmmm…

Frosted Shadowz: It's ok you didn't review chapter six! I understand, and thanks for the YC thing! Thanks for loving my story too, I've worked so hard on it. Please keep reviewing!

Nina: Lol, you're so funny. Thanks for the congrats, and I'm glad you're not mad at me. Luv ya girl!

Abby: Hey, you reviewed three times! Cool, thanks…um, about the I hope Syaoran gets more cool, do you want him to get friends or something? I dunno…tell me, please!

Rema: Hope you're satisfied! Keep reviewing!

Vvchick: Thanks, I like to think that my story isn't like everyone else's too…um, I just want to be original. Even though I don't think I'm really that creative, please keep reviewing!

BriAnna: Hey, thanks for reviewing! I hope you like this chapter…and sometimes you find it hard to find my fic? –scratches head- How? Sorry, I'm just curious…

Please review! I love you guys! As usual, no flames, but suggestions welcome.

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