Disclaimer: It is supposed to apply to the entire story so if you want to read one just look in Chapter 1. Remember only the canon characters do not belong to us.

Kuroi to Shiro

By: Furuto and Wavering Melody

Chapter 4: Welcome to Towa U. Syaoran!

Sakura tapped her pen as she listened to the economic professor talk about Tokyo's rising economy. Pushing the glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she understood why many of her cousins preferred contacts. Even though these were plain glass, they were annoying. The professor had taken a great dislike for Sakura. But then, what can she say. People these days judge by appearance. Everyday she came to close in casual cloths, sometimes in ripped jeans while, the professor was decked out in her fancy plaid skirts and ironed pastel blouses. Sakura hated this class. This was a waste of time. Being the granddaughter of Kurosawa Yumiko, she had graduated from Kyoto University eons ago.

Sakura continued to tapped her pen, softly against the desk, planning her next move.

"ARISHIMA!" Sakura's head snapped up, as she watched the professor emit steam. "Stop tapping that pen of yours and listen to what I say," the professor snapped, pointing at the chart with her manicured forefinger.

"I apologize, Eto-sensei," Sakura said in a humble voice. Damn the woman! She was always wanting to say something about her Sakura. Unclenching her fists, she calmed herself. This better pay off. This goddamn mission. Just wait until she's done.

Sakura crossed the brightly lit corridor. Everyone was out of this wing now. Everyone except that goddamn chairman. The person who made it possible for her to be here. Yes. He will have his bloody gratitude when she's done with him.

Outside the wooden doors of his office, Sakura could only hear the occasion sigh and the scratching of the pen. This chairman must be, what was the word, foolish to leave his doors unlocked and not shut completely. It only fed Sakura's humor and the thought of the chairman's face when he finds himself slowly slipping away. Sakura was going to put him to sleep.

A very long sleep, as a matter of fact.

Under the sleeve of her grey jacket, she felt her slim dagger slid into her hand. Her most prized dagger. One of the few left in this modern worlds. Engraved into its handle was the scripty words "Those who wrong my mistress pay with their blood." Those lovely character she ran her fingers over.

"Um. Excuse Miss. Are you supposed to be here?"

Sakura stifled her surprise. Damn it! She let her guard down! She looked up at her adversary. She caught herself just in time. But then was it too early to mark him as an enemy? No. She would trust no one. He was tall, but nothing she couldn't take care of. Just a quick trip and she can grid her heel into his throat.

Syaoran stepped back in surprise before the petite girl in front of him quickly swung her leg under him in attempt to trip him. He caught the change in her torso alright, though he blinked twice. The corners of his mouth tweaked up in amusement. This girl, in Donna Karen mules, was trying to trip him? Him, Li Syaoran?

Sakura was annoyed now. This laid-back look must be a fake then. This man, with his coffee-colored hair blown tousled, evaded her? This posh look wasn't helping either. The knee length skirt had prevent her from executing a perfect, effective split, which would have led to this intruder's demise. Well, if she can't beat him this time, she'll go before someone recognizes her. Her body took the change quicker than the man standing in front of her anticipated of someone who look like her.

"Wow. Girls these days sure have talent. Or I'm losing my touch."

Furuto: School's back.

Wavering Melody: Giving us headaches.

Furuto: I messed up my solo.

Wavering Melody: Ohhhh. You should have heard how her voice cracked. Thank goodness it was only for her class.

Furuto: Glare Some friend you are!

Wavering Melody: I started taking Italian. My tongue is tied.

Furuto: I'm going to die. My voice teacher knows how to load eighth notes and quarter notes into a song.

Wavering Melody: English is soooooo hard! I still confuse words. Why is English so different for Japanese?

Furuto: Because it comes from different roots.

Wavering Melody: I did not want an answer.

Furuto: So you wanted to complain?

Wavering Melody: Who are you to talk?!

Furuto: My English classes are a bore and I'm in the U.S.

Wavering Melody: Japan for me.

Furuto: Syaoran finally appeared through much nagging of this alien.

Wavering Melody: You better not be talking about me!

Furuto: Who else is there? Wavering Melody chases Furuto, wielding a giant treble clef! I'M THE VICTIM!!! (I did provoke her however - -; )