Disclaimie:

I don't own CCS. The only times I will ever own it is when the cows finally come home, when pigs sprout wings and fly, when hell finally decides to freeze over or when it allows the poor snowball to have a chance...

Anywho, here's the 11th chappie of this story (for some reason, I feel embarrassed when I mention the title of this story...) and it starts...

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Dodging the Raindrops

Chapter 11:

Plot by: The Can-Can group

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Syaoran was met up with the most unusual sight as he rounded up the concrete stairs of the apartment building coming home at nine from a long day of work. People were crowded around Sakura's door. As he got closer, he noticed the cameras and microphones bearing logos from several major news stations. As much as Syaoran liked seeing himself on the TV and later laughing at whatever he said, he didn't like it when they got into someone's business when they clearly don't want it.

Somebody must have leaked about the kidnapping, Syaoran figured as he tried to get past the crowd. One of the reporters must of thought of him from some rival station because he shoved him and called him, "stinkin' son of a-". He didn't finish because Syaoran punched him in the face. The reporters didn't even notice, mostly because at that time, Sakura opened the door looking surprised at the crowd in front of her. Immediately, the reporters started to hurdle questions at the scared woman.

Syaoran could feel his patients running low like a rabid raccoon on the hottest day of the year. He started to move forward, grabbing people and moving them behind him as he moved forward, kind of like swimming the freestyle. Soon, he made his way to wear Sakura is standing. He pulled her petite frame behind his large one and let his Chinese temper do the talking...

"What the shit are you all doing? Don't you have to get permission to do this kind of stuff? You have got ten seconds to get out of her before I sue you all." By this time, the neighbor from across the hall had stuck his head out to see what all the commotion is all about.

Seeing that none of the reporters are leaving, he gave a short growl and said, "one!"

Still nothing.

"Two..."

Nada.

"Three!" His voice kept on getting louder and louder with each passing number.

The reporters started to sweat as he reached four.

"Five!"

A few backed away and started to leave.

His amber eyes hardened and narrowed as he said, "that's it, I'm suing each and everyone of you."

A female with bright red hair frowned and replied, "but you said that we have until ten."

"I changed my mind, expect my lawyer to call all your producers soon, by the time I'm done with all of you, you all will be living on the streets, begging for food and shelter." Syaoran gave a dangerous look that says that he's not kidding.

It took only two seconds for all the reporters to leave.

Giving a sigh he turned around and smiled at the confused Sakura, whom then asked, "are you really going to sue them?"

Syaoran shook his head. "Nope, I was saying that to make them sweat." He brushed past her and entered the fairly large apartment. Instantly, his nose was attacked by the smell of cleaning supplies. He looked around, everything was spotless, and no corner left unclean, nada a dust particle in sight. "Cleaning were we?"

Sakura sighed as she replied, "anxiety thing, runs in the family. According to Toya, when Mom died, Dad went on a cleaning spree in order to keep his mind off of her death. The maid was kind of upset at that, he cleaned differently then her." Sakura gave a short laugh at that. "I was working in the bathroom when I heard the door bell, I thought it was the police with..." she trailed off at there. Tears started to swell in her eyes. She blinked them away as she rushed to the bathroom and continued working.

Syaoran had a distant look as he watched Sakura entered the Clorox smelling room. He walked to his room to drop off his briefcase. After leaving the room, he walked to Suzo's room to see if anything has been touched.

Nothing was.

It looked as if the little redheaded girl still lived there. Toys, clothes, other various items were everywhere. Syaoran figured that Sakura didn't have the heart to clean it; either that or she hasn't gotten that far, most likely the previous instead of the latter. He turned and saw Sakura standing there, looking ashamed. "I just couldn't do it, I didn't know where to start. I feel if that I was to clean it, it would be like disturbing someone's grave. She's not dead yet, I can feel it, so, I'm going to leave it a mess to not jinx her." With that, she disappeared into her room.

Syaoran took one last look into the young girl's room before he went to the (also Clorox smelling) kitchen. The sinks shined like brand new and the refrigerator was with out handprints. He reached into one of the cabinets and grabbed out some chicken flavored ramen. He figured that Sakura isn't exactly going to want to cook to night. He started on the preparations for the instant soup.

While waiting for the kettle to spew stem, Syaoran's cell-phone began to ring. He took a look at the screen; the number wasn't familiar and was coming from what seems like a pay phone. "Hello?" he asked after the third ring.

Somehow, Syaoran knew who was on the other line.

"Hello Mr. Li, did you like the surprise?" Renjiro's dreamy rich voice flowed from the earpiece.

Syaoran seethed. "You better not hurt a hair on that child. If she's even scratched, you will die a slow and horrible death."

Renjiro seemed to be laughing at the threat as he replied, "don't worry, she won't die, what kind of father do you take me for ("A really crappy one," muttered Syaoran)? She's not the one I'm going for. Its your "little flower" that you'll have to be careful of, 'cause if you don't watch it, she'll be gone too." The line was cut off after that.

In the background, the whistle to the kettle began to blow. Syaoran ignored it as he swore.

"I didn't even get a chance to ask him why."

(Morning...)

Sakura could hear the frantic knocking of Tomoyo as she lay in her bed. It was close to eleven, according to the clock on her nightstand. She called her bosses and told them that she isn't going to work today. After that she went to her own room (taking a bag of chocolates with her), locked the door, turned the radio on, and cried (while eating the chocolates). That was at about six. At seven, Syaoran began to bang on the door, hollering at her to get up before she becomes later for work.

She ignored him.

Apparently, he called Tomoyo after he left (using his cell because Sakura has a phone in her room and could listen in on the conversation), because a few hours later, the said person entered the apartment and proceeded to also bang on the door.

"Go away!" shouted Sakura. "I'm feeling depressed, and dejected, and I want to be alone!"

This seemed to get the fashion designer angry, because after that, Tomoyo busted up the door with a look that would make the devil himself scared. "Where do you get off, telling me to go away?" Tomoyo asks in a very low and very dangerous tone. "What ever happened to the happy, optimistic Sakura? Did she go south for the winter? Or is she hiding out under the bed?"

"You know the reason on why I'm like this," Sakura replied. "As for where "the happy" me went, she was gone the minute I married that jerk."

Tomoyo gave a dejected sigh. "Excuses, excuses. That's like a kid with ADHD saying that the reason why he failed so horribly on a test is because he "forgot" to take his medicine. Besides, the real Sakura is still there and I'm waiting for her to show her face. All this is not helping Suzo in any shape and or form."

The two stared at each other, willing the other to give up. After a while, and some contemplating, Sakura sighed and said, "you're right, I need some more faith if we're going to get Suzo back. I'm sorry about the way I've been acting."

Tomoyo looked at her longtime friend, deciding if she was lying or not. Seeing no hint of deception, she smiled.

"Apology accepted."

(Unknown...)

Suzo opened a tired eye. The last thing that she could remember happening was someone knocking on the door while she was watching cartoons, waiting for Tomoyo to pick her up for preschool. Wondering why Tomoyo didn't use the intercom to announce her presence (as is the usual morning routine...) she opened the door, after putting in the code for the security system... She blinked, not recognizing the man, although, his curly red hair is somewhat similar to her own. "Mommy is sleeping now, and I'm not suppose to talk to strangers."

The man just smiled.

Before Suzo could process what is happening, the man stepped into the apartment and produced a cloth. He placed it over her face, causing her to become sleepy. Blackness covered her vision within a few moments. As she fell into a week long sleep, Suzo could hear him reply, "oh, but I'm not a stranger..."

Suzo frowned at the memory, wondering why the man did that. Her stomach rumbled and her mouth felt dry, causing her to look around to see if there is any food. All she could find was concrete walls and a few crates. A flickering light bulb is what graced the area for light. The room is only about several feet wide and has an iron cast door as the only way for exit. Suzo tried to stand up, but had trouble doing it since her arms were tied behind her back. After much difficulty getting up, Suzo bounded over to one of the crates to see what was inside.

Nothing.

Giving up on that, Suzo did the next thing. "Mommy? I'm hungry! Mommy?" she shouted, wondering if her mother could even hear at all.

Faint footsteps started to ring out in the hallway and stopped in front of the door. It slowly opened with a creak. The same man who kidnapped her entered. He smiled as he placed a bowl of steaming hot soup in front of her. Suzo smiled back as she kneeled down on her knees, leaned forward (but not so much that she'll fall forward into the soup) and proceeded to drink from it like the common dog would with water from his bowl.

After she was done she thanked the smiling man as the sleeping drugs hit full force on her.

(Some Café...)

"For the way you have been acting, you're going to pay for lunch," Tomoyo said as they sat down at a booth. Sakura took a seat from her and nodded as acceptance for the terms. The two made their orders to the waitress, whom then went to the kitchens to get the cooks to prepare them.

"Anyway," Tomoyo said as she took a sip of water that another waitress just gave her. "You remember the promise that you made me- SIT BACK DOWN!" Sakura gave a sigh as she sat back down. "The show is going to start next week, you're going to be in the evening gowns. You'll be wearing only one dress and you'll see it on the day of the show."

"How is it," began Sakura as she sipped some of her soda, "that you remember the promise and yet, you forget the name of your own company?"

Tomoyo huffed. "I know the name of my company and it's... um... ah... Daidoji Designs."

"Fashions. Its Daidoji Fashions."

"Um... er... did I tell you that I changed it? It's now Designs."

"Lair."

The waitress chose her time to interrupt the conversation by putting food on the table. Sakura began to eat the soup of the day, ignoring her friend's somewhat upset look. "Fine then, I'll change it to Designs."

"Go on ahead."

Tomoyo seemed to want to bang her head on the wood table.

"So when is the date and at what time?" Sakura asked.

Tomoyo took out her day planner and searched through its contents. "Its on Wednesday at nine, for you at least, it actual starts at five, but you don't come on until then, so come about an hour early."

"Why so early? That barely gives me time to get something to eat."

"Well," Tomoyo said, in a conspiratorial sort of way. "You need to fact in the time it will take to force you into the dress, then getting sedatives for you so that we can put make up on you will you sleep. Next we have to wake you up and force you onto the stage. Plus you tend to be late for everything by at least half and hour."

Sakura decided then and there that her best friend is going to die.

(Evening...)

Sakura washed the dishes in an autopilot sort of way, something that Syaoran noticed instantly as he handed her the dishes. She looked as if she's in another world where nothing bad ever happens. During dinner, one of the private detectives that Tomoyo got for Sakura called saying that they haven't even got close to finding Suzo. He also mentioned that they did have a few leads, but they all lead to dead-end.

Tears started to fall into the soapy water. Syaoran looked up to Sakura's face. She seemed to not even notice. He sighed. "Why don't you go take a shower or something? You're going to slow. I'll finish up for you."

Sakura gave a nod, dropped the rag that she was using and left the kitchen. Syaoran shook his head in an exasperated sort of way as he finished up the dishes.

Time is starting to run out...

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Authoress's Noties:

Hiya everyone! (sorry if the chapter seemed somewhat choppy, not much was going in this chapter, there's nothing much of importance, except for how the kidnapping happened and this is why you don't tell kids the security code for the system.)

In regards to 'Cherry Soda' I've finally got an idea, so I'll start working on it during the school year so that I'll have something to do when I'm not listening to teachers drone on about crap.

Also, my uncle says that I need to be more positive (apparently its not the "family way" to be negative) so I'm going to stop complaining about the earlier chappies and I'm sorry for the way I have been acting. He also suggested that instead of saying "I dunno." I should start saying "I'll research it" or "I'll think about it" or my personal favorite "None of your damn business!" I laughed at the last one.

Anywho, I'm somewhat of a happy camper now, I've finally got Tsubasa vol.2 in the mail on Saturday, so, um... yeah...

Here's the Reviewsies:

sweetlove73: I don't think that Suzo is scared for one thing she's only about 4ish, 5ish and hasn't' had an experience were she's been kidnapped. I'm sorry for reminding you about the Ring, I didn't like that movie all that much, I'm not exactly a fan of horror, anywho, thanks for the review

twilight-star1: uh, thanks

Disturbed and Loving It: Okay, so I lied when I said that I wouldn't be able to update for a month, its not my fault that my parents didn't say for how long my relatives were visiting for, normally when we visit someone, we stay for a week or 2, oh well, thankies for the review (funny pen name...)

LittleWolfGurl: I guess that you're right; I've never been in that type of situation so it does kind of seem less scary, of course, I'm the one whose writing it and this is purely part of my imagination... anywho, thanks for the review...

AnAnimeChickie: how come you only put down a "."

Mystic Moon Empress: Don't worry something is going to happen soon and its going to force them to find her ::cackles madly:: anywho, thanks for the review

dark dragon 00: here's an update, or was...

AnAnimeChickie: Did you review twice? Oh, well, don't worry nothing bad is going to happen, at least I don't have anything bad planned, or at least, not yet...

VBGurl: wow, I never had some review three times before in my life, that's like, weird... here's another update, although, nothing much happened, the action is going to be in the next chappie

Kiwi: And the action is going to keep on coming...

Brunette Dancer: ::places chappie on a silver plater:: here you go... anywho, aren't psychopathic weirdos fun? They make everything more interesting, and so are spooky stories, sort of...

Crystalz Tearz: Muchas gracias for the reviewsie...

someone: I know that feeling, I was at a friends house watching it and I got totally crept out, the next night I had to sleep w/ my sister it was so bad, I kept on thinking that stuff was going to come out of the closet, and you know the bad thing is that I didn't even see the ending so I have know clue if they mad it all right or if they died...

Luna: Domo arigato for the review

Tsukuyomi of Fate: What does "Tsukuyomi" mean? Anywho, thanks for the prediction and I'm trying to be more positive so no more crying over spilt milk for me...

lil sakura: you can say that he's an ass hole (although, he's my ass hole...) don't worry, Renjiro will get his just rewards soon enough... and I hope you're not dead by the time I put this up. The police aren't going to do much to help, he has way too many connections and is very clever, although he doesn't seem like it...

ElectraBlack: The whole entire school system over here is screwed, we have to take these tests that practically determine our future, but the dates can't be changed and we seem to be getting more snow in the past few years, meaning less time for us to get ready for them... so yeah plus, I think its more of a test to see on how well the teachers taught us and not on how much we remember, so, anywho, arsehole is a funny word its up there w/ Hosh posh and Endoplasmic Reticulum...

Anime-angel45: All will become clear soon, though, not soon enough if the impatient ones have anything to do w/ it... oh well, you'll just have to wait and see...

Person: Can you please not write a review like that? I find that kind of offensive, this may sound like an excuse, but if I write on demand, it won't look good and there will be mistakes. So next time can you write update or update soon? I can agree to those just not what you put down, and I'm not trying to be mean or anything, anywho, thanks for the review

SteelViper13: ::eyes turn dark:: you mean to challenge me and my awesome imagination? Ha, that is to laugh, if you gut me like a fish, then I'll hunt you down and make you watch... Dun, Dun, Dun.... Teletubies and Barney, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA ::sister smacks her, eyes go back to normal shade:: Ouch, dude, what was I saying again? Oh yeah, thanks for the review ::smiles::

Wow, I never had that much response for one chapter before, I have a total of 77 reviews you all are making me muy genki ::starts crying happy tears:: thank you all so much... sniff.

Anywho, school starts on the 7th so that means that I'll be writing after homework and if I'm not busy (w/ chimes or youth group or helping build the house or going on the internet or practicing the piano or doing other stuff...) I'll most likely be writing on the weekends...

Review Por favor!

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