The Pains from the Depth of Your Heart
By, The Angels of Death
Summary: AU. Kinomoto Sakura, Matsura Yukino: New students of Seijou High; Grade 11. Test subjects to Project 753159. Current status: Healthy, with slight amnesia. What would happen if Li Syaoran stumbled across this information?
Pairings: S+S
Dedicated to anyone who cares. Because everyone deserves a dedication once in awhile.
Notice: There is…a LOT if cussing in here. So, if you don't tolerate cussing, I suggest you hop away.
Chapter 6: The Arrangement
Where am I……I don't seem to remember where I am…am I dead? No…I hear something…Is that Sakura? Was she captured with me? No…she's talking to my head bodyguard, Shimitsu…JAC?
Tomoyo blearily opened her eyes before regretting it as her eyes shut. Then she opened them again to adjust to the brightness. Once her eyes were adjusted to the lighting, she took in her surroundings. She noted that she was currently tucked into some blankets while laid on a futon in…her house's treasure room? The treasure room was the most heavily guarded room in the house. Or…mansion.
Tomoyo watched Sakura converse quietly with Shimitsu for a little longer before Sakura saw that she was awake. Sakura smiled and waved at her before turning back to Shimitsu. Tomoyo ran a hand through her tangled mess of hair. But then she stopped as she felt something jab her lightly. Tomoyo pulled out something sharp and stared at it as it glinted in the light.
Glass?
Tomoyo stared dumbfounded at the shard of glass as it caught the light and glinted.
…What's going on?
"You're wondering what happened, no?"
Tomoyo glanced at Sakura before nodding. Sakura grinned and held out her hand, as if asking for a handshake.
"Hi. I'm Sakura Kinomoto. Your undercover bodyguard. Secret agent from JAC."
Tomoyo blinked before nervously laughing.
"Are you serious?"
Sakura nodded and showed Tomoyo her badge.
"Why-…"
"Because you are currently being hunted down by a group of gang members, for reasons unknown."
Gang members? What the hell had she been drinking, lately? Sakura smiled warmly at her from her kneeling position next to the futon, before she stood up and proceeded to walk out the door. Sakura stopped and looked at Tomoyo.
"Don't leave this room unless you want a death warrant. I have business to attend to."
Sakura changed her tone of voice from serious to cheerful, as she grinned and waved Tomoyo good-bye.
"See you at school in 4 days. School's cancelled since they need to repair a sunroof that I secretly broke. Bye!"
Tomoyo fingered the shard.
Oh…I just crashed into a sunroof. It all makes sense now…sadly.
"Where's is Yukino, dad?"
Sakura stared at the back of her adoptive father's slumped form, as he watched the city do what they normally did from the window. Fujitaka remained silent. Sakura persisted.
"Dad…where is she?"
Fujitaka slumped even more, is possible, before he hesitated to answer.
"Sakura…Yukino was sent to lead an army into battle. From what I'm informed…she could be dead…along with the 49 men I sent. They all fought valiantly, and will be honored for their death…but…enemy tanks appeared at the last moment and killed all of them. No one survived, Sakura."
Fujitaka sighed and shut his eyes tiredly, before he opened them and turned to watch his adopted daughter cry silently, as her shoulders shook and she tried to wipe away her tears vigorously.
"Sakura…Yukino wouldn't have wanted you to cry over her death."
Sakura shook her head.
"S-she would've said something like…Dood, cry over my death. Cuz, it'll make me feel all awesome-o to know that you friggin cared. Now run off to bed, quick like bunny."
Sakura laughed bitterly. Fujitaka smiled sadly before turning to the door where his secretary burst in, clutching a letter tightly in her hand.
"Sir."
"This isn't a good time to speak, Hana."
"Sir…please. It seems that the enemy sent us you a letter of proposition. A trade involving Matsura-san."
Fujitaka and Sakura stared at the letter before jolting to life and both scrambling over to the letter in haste.
To the owner of JAC:
Yes…I know about your agency. Even behind that stupid little cover-up of yours. What was it, doilies? You fool…And now I hold with me ten wounded prisoners. Good bargain, no? Oooh, what do we have here? Yukino Matsura, one of your top agents, is she not? Too bad that she'll have to die. Along with your two best snipers, and 7 of your best field commanders and tactic professionals. So sad…the best assassination agency in all of Japan loses the best of the best. However…I could spare all. In exchange for…
Tomoyo Daidouji. She is in your protection, is she not? In exchange for her, 10 of your best agents are spared. No worries, I'll give you 24 hours to decide.
Scornfully yours,
Ichiro Hoshiwa.
Fujitaka sighed and crumpled the letter in his fist before turning to Sakura.
"We can't give Tomoyo to the enemy."
Sakura sighed, knowing how true it was. All they could do was pray that Yukino and the others were okay.
Yukino groaned and opened her eyes tiredly. She was…sprawled on a very…contaminated, cruddy, filthy, dirty, dusty, grimy, icky, messy, unclean, unhygienic, unkempt, unsanitary, untidy, unswept, unwashed, crummy, stained, smudged, sooty, and downright YUCKY floor.
Then she saw she was in a huge…too much words to describe it…jail cell with nine of her men she thought she had lost. One, she recalled his name was James, looked up at her, before smiling sadly.
"Looks like we're stuck here before someone rescues us."
"Is this all?" Yukino's gaze swept across the jail cell in anger as tears sprouted from her eyes.
"Is this all who survived?"
James nodded sadly. Yukino looked at the wounded and stifled an urge to throw-up from the stench. She shakily got onto her feet as she banged on the jail cell weakly.
An armed man came into view as he asked gruffly.
"Whattya want?"
Yukino pointedly looked at the wounded agents.
"They're wounded. Send a medical doctor, or at least give me first aid kit."
The man grunted in reply and started walking away. Yukino stared after him, before her anger released.
"Is that how you are? No mercy, even to the wounded? They're dying!"
The man stopped before he turned to look at Yukino's pleading gaze.
"If you leave now, even god won't forgive for what you've done."
The man sighed before opening the door to the cell. Yukino made no run to escape and held back James from even trying, as she received the kit. She nodded at him.
"Thank you."
"No thank you kiss?"
Yukino glared at him.
"Don't push it."
He chuckled dryly and left, locking the cell door behind him. James stopped trying to get away from Yukino's weak but firm grasp.
"Why didn't you let me go?"
Yukino merely looked at him before turning to the wounded agents on the floor who were unconscious.
"If you tried to escape, that man wouldn't hesitate to shoot you and not give me the kit. Why escape when you could have spared your teammates lives?"
And James tiredly slumped against the wall as Yukino knelt down the floor to attend to one of the wounded. Yukino stared at a woman who suffered from a bullet in the shoulder and gash on her cheek. Yukino felt her forehead and saw that she was suffering from a fever. She looked around and saw a grimy sink that at least had one clean cup and towel. But that would have to wait.
Yukino looked around, trying to find something that she could pull out the bullet with. When she found none, Yukino rubbed her eyes tiredly and frowned at what had to do. Yukino closed her eyes tightly as she reached inside the girl's wound to pull out the bullet. After a few minutes which felt like hours, Yukino pulled out the bloody bullet, and stared at it. She placed it carefully on the floor and bandaged the girl's shoulder. After that was done, Yukino placed a band aid on the cheek and left to the sink, praying there was warm water.
Yukino blinked, shocked that there was. She put lukewarm water in the cup and got the towel wet, before squeezing out all of the excess water. She made her way to the girl, whose name was…Linda? She stopped when she looked at what Linda was wearing. A huge jacket…and a sweater and pants. Then Yukino recalled medical training.
If you come across a patient in need of treatment for a minor fever, do NOT wrap them up in a blanket if they are shivering. It is best to keep them in a cool area. So no extra jackets either.
Yukino looked at her own jacket, which was the school uniform required jacket, since Yukino had no time to change. She moved Linda from her sitting position to lie on the floor, as she took off her jacket and laid it over Linda's still form as Yukino removed the jacket. She placed the folded warm towel on Linda's forehead and forced Linda to drink the cold water.
The patient must drink cool liquids. A lukewarm bath or sponge bath may help reduce the cold temperature.
She folded Linda's jacket and placed it under her head, so Linda could use it as a pillow. Satisfied, Yukino looked around the room for more patients…to see James help a thirsty man drink some cool water. She smiled and her gaze landed on…Yukino stifled a choke. Her heart wrenched as she saw one man who lost his leg from the knee down. Yukino crawled over to the man and started bandaging what remained. She cleaned off the blood covering his face with a piece of the wet towel she tore off, and moved him into a lying position.
Yukino looked around to see a man with his back facing the ceiling, and a shard of glass sticking out. Yukino scowled at his condition. Did these people who held them hostage be anymore cruel? Yukino slowly pulled out the glass and stared at it. She carefully placed it on the floor, next to the bloody bullet, and put a gauze held down by huge band-aid on his shoulder. She then carefully turned him onto his back and checked for any other injuries. None.
She looked around and saw that that was all that needed great care for. Then her gaze landed onto the shard of glass and bloodied bullet. She fumbled into her pants pocket and took out a small mirror that Sakura had told her to keep in her pocket, because she claimed she had no room in her backpack and only pocket. Yukino inched it out of the bars and saw two men guarding the door, one being the man who kindly gave them a first aid kit.
Yukino's heart wrenched again. She couldn't kill that man who had helped them. She looked around the room and found no other way to somehow knock him unconscious. She dryly whistled for the man and he rounded the corner, away from the other soldier's view. Yukino pointedly stood in the middle of the cell, holding out the first aid kit.
"I'm done. Thank you for your kindness."
The man nodded and unlocked the cell door, while walking inside the cell. James didn't even try to escape knowing that Yukino had a plan. As the man reached out for the kit, Yukino ran forward and stuffed the towel into his mouth before he could utter a sound and Yukino hit the pressure point with her hand. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Yukino signaled James to stay there as she picked up the towel and bullet.
Yukino ran towards the other guard in a blur and flicked the bullet, where it embedded itself into his heart, and covered the man's mouth with the towel before he could muffle a scream. Yukino looked around the place and grabbed the keys, looking carefully into the other cells. Yukino nearly did throw up. Hundreds of bodies were literally thrown carelessly, some moaning for help, others merely lifeless.
"James…"
James scrambled to his feet and ran to where Yukino was. And yes, he DID throw up. James turned away and ran into a corner, retching on the floor. Hmm…never knew the floor could get even more dirty, no? Yukino glanced at the other 2 cells not including where she was and the one with the bodies.
"James, drag each and every body from this fucking dog pile and check very closely for any heart beat. Help as many as you can. I won't tolerate my men dying when I have control of their lives at this very moment."
James nodded and started carefully carrying one body from the top to the floor, where he checked for a heartbeat.
Bah-boom…bah-boom…bah-boom…
He smiled and carried him to the cell he was in, where there was plenty of room.
"This'll be where the living will be placed…"
He looked away and continued checking pulses, dragging and carrying them to the floor, and smiling as hope bloomed into his heart. So far…out of 20 people, 2 were dead, 5 with minor wounds. He glanced at Yukino, who was trying keys desperately to open another cell door. Yukino sighed and glared at the keys that jingled and glinted into the dim light.
'Fucking keys…'
Yukino tried another key and once she heard a satisfying click, she opened the door.
"Hello?"
She cautiously walked in and looked around.
"Holy fucking shit."
Yukino stared at the mounds of weapons and ammunition that was carelessly thrown into a pile. She spotted her beloved katana and gun, as she smiled gleefully.
"Yeeeeees, Imma go medieval on all of these guys' asses!"
Yukino cheered some more before strapping her katana on her back, attaching the gun holster around her hip, and taking a rifle that she knew belonged to no one here. She put on a soldier's helmet and opened the last cell door.
"What the fuck?"
Yukino stared dumbfounded at hers as well as other agent's communication devices as well as other little electronic gadgets. And…Yukino nearly cried.
"Oh my god…it's…a door…"
Yukino walked to the dingy door and hugged it…somehow.
"It's a dooooor…"
She looked around at papers and files scattered across a filthy table. She picked one up. And another. And another. Personal information of this company. How fucking lucky was she? Yukino retrieved her backpack from the 3rd cell and stuffed all of the paperwork in it. All but one. The one piece of paper that was getting her out of here.
The paper with the address of this shitty agency. How fucking wonderful…Yukino placed her communication device to her ear and turned it on.
"Hello? Hello! Anyone from JAC! WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE!"
"Hey, damn! Hold your horses, god. Who is this?"
"Who is this? DON'T YOU MESS WITH ME! THIS IS YUKINO MATSURA AND I DEMAND TO SPEAK WITH MR. KINOMOTO!"
"Holy shit, Yukino!"
"What?"
"It's Sakura!"
"Sakura? Fuck…get over here and RESCUE ME!"
"WHERE!"
"………Wait."
Yukino told Sakura the address and Sakura said to stay put, and that she along with many others would attack the place soon.
"Sakura."
"What?"
"……Bring as many medical doctors as possible. Many are wounded and we also need to bring back the…dead bodies. At least for their families."
"Okay, bye."
"Later."
Yukino turned to James and saw he was done.
"How many dead?"
"…7."
Yukino cursed for underestimating the enemy.
"Seriously wounded?"
"2."
"Minor wounded."
"Everyone else."
"At least how many are awake?"
"Just you and me."
"……Aw shit."
Yukino beckoned James forward and showed him the 3rd cell full of weapons that were theirs and others that were just…there. James retrieved his weapon and Yukino screwed on a silencer on her gun. She grabbed as many grenades as she could hold and gas bombs. Then, Yukino looked at James.
"Stay here and take care of everyone. Guard them with your life, James."
James nodded. Yukino slid the dead guard's body away from the door with her foot. Then she turned to him.
"I'm going to clear this level of the floor. If I'm correct, we're in the first floor of this shitty building. If you hear me die, don't even fucking dare come after me. Simply stay put and help the wounded get loaded onto the trucks that are coming."
And Yukino left without a second thought. James sighed and went to fetch a thirsty man some water.
Yukino sat in a crouching position, and peeked around the corner to see two guards coming her way from patrolling the halls. She shot them and watched them fall to the floor with a blank look. Then she walked through the halls, not shooting at the security cameras. If they saw one of the cameras were broken, they would most likely come down to check at what happened. Yukino rounded another corner and saw a group of men who were playing cards on the floor. Yukino tossed a gas bomb and watched them cough violently before fainting onto the floor, unconscious.
Then she grabbed a map of the building from one of the commanding officers. Two more hallways. She glanced at one hallway and saw a shivering man do patrol. A beginner, most likely. Yukino shot him and heard footsteps echo in the halls.
Four armed guards that looked highly experienced rushed over to the dead beginner.
"What happened to him, sir?"
"…I don't know. Check the prisoner cells."
One of the armed men got up and started running before he was shot in the back of the head. Another one of the four armed men turned his head to look down the hallway. He was shot at a nerve in his neck. The remaining two looked around, frightened.
"Where's is coming from!"
And the one who spoke had a bullet through his heart. The remaining guard looked around.
"Where are you? Show yourself."
And he was shot. And Yukino jumped from the ceiling where she had been leveled on by having her feet and hand balancing her while she shot with one hand. Yukino went to the last level and walking into the remaining guard. He sneered and raised his hand back, as if to slap her, but Yukino shot him before he tried. She stared at his still form.
"When you run into an enemy, it's best not to leave any openings. Fool…"
And Yukino walked away.
Sakura stared at the building in disgust. It was rotting and deteriorated. Why would an agency take up a place like this?
"Yukino."
"Yes?"
"Where are you?"
"In the very first floor. It's all cleared, so evacuate the wounded and the dead and after that…bomb the place."
"Right."
Sakura watched the men rush in and carry the 48 that were unable to walk on stretchers, where they were looked after by medical technicians and paramedics. When they were all driven away to safety, Sakura looked at Yukino and an agent she recalled was named James, walk out of the dilapidated building. Yukino waved at her before looking at the building.
"I got into the security room and checked all of the cameras and collected tapes. No one else is in that building except armed guards. Most of which I might've killed."
Sakura nodded and climbed into a tank that they had driven over in case of another battle. She professionally took the controls in her hand and raised the cannon until it was directed to the very last floor. Then, she fired. And driven away before anything could harm her from all of the rubble. Yukino and James ran and hopped onto a moving truck that was headed to JAC and stared at the building.
"That building was a piece of shit. I swear, when I capture the head honcho is this shitty agency, Imma go medieval on HIS ass, and give him some interior design lessons."
James snickered at the thought and continued to watch the building, as it shrunk away from his view.
Fujitaka stood at Penguin Park, sitting on one of the many benches. A hooded figure came into view and sat next to Fujitaka. He stared straight ahead to the Penguin slide, before looking at the man.
"I have come up with my decision."
His voice was wheezy, as the man spoke up.
"That is good. So you see it my way?"
"Yes…somehow. It breaks my heart to give away Daidouji-san, but as long as I get my agents back."
"That is good. Now, where is she?"
Fujitaka pointed to a sleek black car, exactly the ones Tomoyo gets driven in. The man stood up, his back having a slight hunch from too much slumping. As he opened the door, a foot shot out and kicked him to the floor. The man lay there, slightly shocked at what had happened. Someone gruffly took him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up.
"Ichiro Hoshiwa, you are under arrest for murder, kidnapping, and 4 charges of…molestation."
James grimaced at this. The guy raped 4 chicks. Was the world ending? James led him into a police car, where he was then taken to jail to await a trial with the court of law. Once he was in a jail cell, someone blasted a wall in, and he escaped.
Ichiro looked at two people that were kneeling before him in one of the rooms in his mansion. He grinned evilly.
"Thank you for rescuing me, my two top agents. Raise your head as I call your name. Syaoran Li."
Syaoran raised his head up to meet Ichiro's eyes, as his own glinted evilly in the ray of light that penetrated through the closed blinds.
"And…Eriol Hiiragizawa."
Eriol looked up and smiled mysteriously at him.
TBC…
Hahah, I made Eriol evil. Oooh, the suspense, no? Anyways, the taking the bullet out with your hand idea rightfully belongs to my bubby Becca. I thank her greatly for the idea. Because if she had not told me, I would've made Yukino take the bullet out with a hair clip. o.O
Anyways, hope you enjoyed it, and I'm glad. This is the longest chapter I've made so far, and I plan to make even longer ones. Eheheh…-plans-
Review! It's what makes me want to bounce around happily before I fall off my chair.
-The Angels of Death
