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Chapter Eleven

"Sakura's not here. She never showed up."

Silence immediately rippled through the crowd as the entire room's attention was focused on the two men in front.

"What do you mean she's not here?" asked Syaoran, suddenly afraid. Sakura wouldn't…would she?

"We searched everywhere for her, but we couldn't find her. No one even saw her coming here, but her apartment landlady searched the security tapes. She definitely left."

By now, Syaoran's fear was transformed into anxiety and worry. What could have prevented Sakura from-

"Tomoyo," he whispered. "Tomoyo's got her. I'm sure of it. She said she would make Sakura regret it…this is all my fault."

He turned to Julain. "Listen, you tell the guests what happened. I'm going after Sakura."

"No, I'll come with you."

"No, I've got to go alone. Tomoyo…I don't think she's right in the head."

Syaoran rushed off.

Murmurs were heard as everyone wondered why happened. As Julian explained, the murmurs grew increscent.

"We'll wait," one guest said. Another chimed in, and soon, everyone was sitting stiffly in their sears, giving Syaoran words of encouragement. It made him feel better that so many people were behind him, but he was wasting time.

Outside, he pondered where to go. The only place he had in mind was Tomoyo's place. Maybe he'd get some clues.

Syaoran stood in front of the door, wondering what he should do. Maybe Tomoyo knew he would come and this was a trap…

Before he could decide, however, the door swung open and Tomoyo appeared, wearing a nice dress and a present in hand.

"Oh," she frowned. "Am I too late?"

"Too late?" Syaoran growled. "What the hell did you do with Sakura?"

The frown deepened. "Do with Sakura…?"

"Don't you play games with me, Tomoyo. I know you have her."

"Syaoran, what's going on? I didn't do anything with Sakura. I was planning on going to your wedding and giving you a present, even though I wasn't invited. I'm happy you're with Sakura, and I wanted to apologize for everything. I was…a bitch to put in bluntly."

"Look. Don't waste my fucking time! Just hand over Sakura!"

"I really don't know what you're talking about!"

This time, Syaoran really looked at her. Her face held worry and concern, but it was obvious she had been in a disastrous state before. There were heavy bags under her bloodshot eyes.

"Sakura…didn't show up."

"Oh no…I'm so sorr-Eriol!" Tomoyo blurted. "It's Eriol. He took Sakura! I should've realized. He's been busy and distant all week…going out to strange places and buying things, pestering me for info on Sakura…"

"Eriol?"

"Yes, Eriol. He's the one I was cheating on you with. He tried so hard to be like you so that I'd love him, but I already had fallen in love with him, he just didn't believe me…he even dyed and styled his hair to match your's."

"But that doesn't explain…"

"Eriol loved me…no matter what I did. It was more like an obsession. And that day you broke up with me, I was sad because it was the loss of a good relationship. He thought you made me depressed…"

"Do you have any idea where he is?" Syaoran asked frantically.

Tomoyo paused. "He owns an old warehouse he was planning to get rid of."

"Take me there." Syaoran hesitated. "You're not tricking me?"

Tomoyo laughed bitterly. "If I was tricking you, would I tell you?"

Sakura groaned in pain as a foot coincided with her ribs. Splattered blood was on the ground around her. Blood that she had coughed up.

"Are you sorry yet?" Eriol growled.

Sakura didn't reply.

Eriol smirked, drawing out a long, thin blade, holding it to her throat. Her breath was coming in wheezes now, causing the blade to cut across her throat every time she took a breath. The cuts weren't deep, but painful.

She blacked out, but awoke to an explosion, yet even as she opened her eyes, she couldn't see anything.

She heard sirens and felt the presence of something standing over her. "Ma'am, are you all right?"

The car slowed as Syaoran and Tomoyo neared the warehouse. He could see ambulances driving toward the hospital and a body being loaded on to a stretcher. The face was covered by a sheet. Whoever was on the stretcher, they were dead. Syaoran got a sinking feeling in his stomach and his blood turned cold.

Tomoyo touched his arm lightly and they got out of the car and to the crime scene.

"Sir, you cannot be here." The policeman continued to talk, but Syaoran did not here him. He looked past the policeman to see the blood covered ground, and the browned walls. An explosion had happened recently, and it caused the windows to shatter.

"Come on," Tomoyo took his arm like he was a child and lead him away. He didn't feeling anything. He didn't speak anything.

'I was too late…'

This is not the end.