LiLAznDevil: That's it?? That's all the reviews I get??? LoL I'll just continue…

Chapter 1

He stared, bored, at the two warriors fighting each other. "Where is the real entertainment?" he inquired, angrily at Eriol, the only one who actually tolerates his permanent hostile mood.

"Your highness, these young warriors are two of the strongest in the land," Eriol replied, trying to sound reasonable. "Asking them to entertain you for your pleasure was extremely difficult."

"Especially when everybody hates you…" he added quietly.

"What did you say?!" The king growled, piercing Eriol with just his threatening eyes.

Eriol winced from the king's booming voice and the killing glare shooting daggers at him. Does he have super hearing? "Nothing, sire," Eriol whimpered, feeling himself shrink compared to the Almighty King Syaoran.

The king started to laugh, sending shivers up and down Eriol's spine. "Hiiragizawa, you shall certainly be my new jest. Just seeing you with your big, scared eyes makes my heart leap with laughter."

This was the first time Eriol had see the king even close to happy, well, besides becoming king.

Eriol turned his gaze back to the two warriors and suddenly understood why the king was so bored. He was far stronger and superior than those two. His daily spying on the king's practices was proof of that. And every single time King Syaoran would know where he was and always threatened to kill him. But he hasn't yet. Maybe the king actually enjoyed his company? That's a first. But then again, there's a first for everything.

The two warriors drew out their swords and the crowd watching, gasped with interest and curiosity. Their swords made an echoing clang as they collided, one slashing as his opponent while the other blocking.

One of the warriors hit the other warrior's sword out of his hand with a powerful swing, sending the sword flying into the crowd.

Eriol stood up and yelled, "Everybody run!" He ran towards the crowd, hoping no one got hurt.

King Syaoran stared aimlessly and yawned. Let there be something interesting to watch… He pleaded to whoever could actually read his mind. But then again, anyone who could was executed.

He heard a loud clank, letting his mind focus onto the scene before him of a sword swiftly targeting his people. Maybe someone will get stabbed in the head with it… he thought with a smirk.

He stood up to watch Eriol run to help. It's going to be too late, anyways... Then out of a corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white blur rushing towards the crowd. Its speed was incredible, hardly noticeably as it past Eriol and into the crowd.

"What the…?" he said inaudibly, making his way towards the crowd.

Sakura watched in a corner, scrutinizing the king's every move. Through everything she's heard, she had to agree. King Syaoran was exceptionally handsome even when he wore a scowl on his flawless face. Just by the look of him, she could tell he was a merciless and detested king. His reign would not last long if his enemies grew rapidly as it is now.

The two warriors made her want to laugh out loud but she kept quiet, not wanting her identity to be acknowledged. One was taking the advantage of the other well, for his injured arm was the sword hand. She just knew that something bad was going to happen and she was right. She felt it in her gut and saw in slow motion, the sword whacked out of his hand and aiming for the innocent people. Even though she is an assassin, she wouldn't let innocent people die and just stand there watching.

She hesitated for a second until she saw the one the sword was close to hitting. A young woman, her age, was trying to escape but the other people kept pushing her, wanting to save their own lives. Maybe it was the way she was entirely helpless. Maybe it was because she was a woman and was her age. Maybe it was because she looked vaguely familiar? She didn't know for sure because she was already making her way to her.

That thing is not ordinary, he decided. He saw how the blur somehow magically pushed the people aside, making room for it as it went to where the sword was about to penetrate. He heard a high chink sound and gasps. He tried to make his way there but people were already running back to see what happened, making him lost in an even bigger crowd.

He swore and bellowed, "Everybody move! Go back to your homes!" The frightened people obeyed him, and moved aside but standing on their toes, straining to see the action.

And there he saw Eriol, thanking a cloaked figure in brown and a beautiful young woman with long raven hair and petrified lilac eyes. What was the white blur I saw? He walked up to them with a frown on his face.

"Thank you, sir," said Eriol, trying to see the face of the cloaked figure but was denied by a turn of the head. "My I ask the name of the hero?"

She kept herself under control, not wanting to snap his head off. But she was interrupted when she felt, not saw, the king. She felt his aura so she looked up to see a tint of smoky green flowing out of him. Is that his aura?

"Ah, your highness. This young man saved this beautiful maiden from the sword," stated Eriol cheerfully, pointing to the once skillfully made sword that was now broken into pieces.

The king narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the mysterious cloaked person. She was clad in brown shoes that looked similar but sturdier than moccasins, beige trousers that were covered mostly by her huge brown cloak that hung over her head, which made it impossible to see the upper portion of her face. She was shorter than him and thin. How was he able to break the sword into pieces? He thought he felt an aura from her but he heard a whimper and turned his attention to the lovely raven haired woman who was scared, well, of him. He felt himself smirk at her. "Hello, beautiful, what's your name?"

He felt her shudder but she answered in her soft faint voice, "Tomoyo Daidouji, your highness."

He nodded, thinking mischievous thoughts.

She knew the glint in the king's eye was of one of desire and noticed the young woman's discomfort.

"How about a dinner at my palace?" The king asked Tomoyo, his voice low for only her to hear.

Although the king thought everyone would not be able to hear him, she heard him perfectly well and grimaced.

Tomoyo started to tremble and blush. "Ahh…" she started to say, looking at the cloaked figure. "He's my husband," she finished abruptly, clasping onto the figure's arm.

Her eyes widened with surprise and almost drew away but caught the pleading look in Tomoyo's desperate, scared eyes. She nodded along, drawing the woman closer to her.

Syaoran frowned, upset of losing a beautiful woman to an unknown low-class person. But then his thoughts drifted elsewhere. What was the white blur? What it… him? He thought, glancing at the cloaked person. Who is he anyways? He caught a glimpse of her chin when she moved slightly. It was smooth, unblemished, and a pale. He looks a feminime…

"Ah, your highnessessesssssss," said Eriol, chuckling. "Are you upset you didn't get her?"

Syaoran growled at Eriol.

Eriol held his arms up in surrender. "Hey, I was only joking… I'm a jest remember?" wishing internally that the king would not kill him.

Syaoran was about to threaten to kill him when he noticed something missing. He turned to where the stranger and woman were but they were gone! He mumbled incoherent words under his breath and turned sharply to send daggers at Eriol. "Where did they go?" he asked, feeling stupid that he did not pay attention to their disappearance.

Eriol shrugged, looking around.

"You stupid idiot! I'm going to kill you!" Syaoran roared as Eriol scurried away from the vicious king monster.

"Thank you, kind sir," said Tomoyo, blushing, as she opened the door to her home. "Please come in, and let me serve you some tea."

She hesitated before entering, but she saw the look in Tomoyo's eyes that she really wanted to thank her in return. She let out a breath and entered with a slight nod.

Tomoyo led her to a beautiful room with Chinese calligraphy along the front walls. "Please, make yourself at home while I make us some tea," she said and left.

She eyed the room carefully and saw pictures of a man, a woman, and a young girl. The girl must've been Tomoyo when she was young. She let out a sigh, staring at the family.

"Here some tea!" Tomoyo entered the room, carrying a wooden tray. She saw that her savior was looking at her family picture and smiled. "Where are you from? Where's your family?" she asked, settling the tea cups onto the table and sitting down with her feet under her.

She noticed that Tomoyo was settling things up like in her homeland, Japan. Should I answer? I have never actually talked to a woman before. I don't want to get her into this. I shouldn't be here. But could I actually trust her? She shook her head.

"You don't have a family? I'm sorry…" she said quietly. "Do you speak at all?"

She looked at her eyes and saw a spurge of emotions. Curiosity. Interest. Hope. I shouldn't have saved her at all… She thought. But why does she look so familiar…?

"Did you… Once lived in Japan?" she asked, lowering her voice to make her sound like a man.

This startled Tomoyo as surprise was blatant on her face. "Yes… How did you know?" Wow, his voice is so silky and soothing…

"I used to live in Japan. I know," she replied, coolly, reaching for a cup of tea.

Tomoyo's eyes widened. His hands are small, feminine, and perfect… Unusual for a man…

She felt Tomoyo's gaze on her. Why does she remind me of someone that I knew long ago? She thought, taking a sip from her cup. She shook her head mentally. I can't ponder about this. I have a job to finish.

She set her tea cup on the table and stood up. "I have to go. Thank you."

Tomoyo stood up abruptly, making her stumble and fall… Into the arms of Sakura. Tomoyo looked up and moved aside. How many times does he have to save me? She turned her head to the side so Sakura could not see her blushing. Don't tell me I'm having a crush on a guy I haven't even 'seen'! "T-thank you for saving my life," she stuttered.

She saw her nod slightly and she helped her out. She opened the door for her and she passed by her gracefully. His feet don't make a sound when he walks… He's so quiet and graceful. He must be a great warrior for saving me so quickly. "W-will I see you again?" she called out, shyly.

Sakura paused and slowly turned around. She lifted her head somewhat, letting the light play its radiance on her chin and lips. "Perhaps," she said quietly but the wind blew her words to Tomoyo, making her gasp.

His lips and chin are so beautifully divine! She thought, crimson flooding upon her features. She closed the door slowly with a sigh.

Nighttime crept slowly, until it finally enveloped the land. Just as it silently stole the light, a dark figure silently killed the guards of the fortress, one by one.

She jumped off the stone wall and landed quietly on the grass. She moved against the wall until she reached a corner. Her right hand went automatically to her left wrist, where needles were fastened on like a bracelet. She pulled one out slowly, taking her time as she rounded the corner and flicked it at a guard. It pierced his neck, the poison and the depth killing him. He was silent and fell to the ground, dead.

She liked that. Silence. She liked the quickness of the needles, for it was her specialty; small, light, and easy to carry. She smirked and she found herself staring up at a balcony. She turned to the wall to her right, ran and mounted the wall, jumping to reach the balcony. She grasped the railing and swung herself on. Simple. She hated that. She actually liked a challenge, but if receiving the large amount of money she would get from killing the king of China, she doesn't give a damn if it's easy or not.

She made her way to the door but thought otherwise. It was make a lot of noise and it would be smarter to make a more quiet entrance. She peeked inside the dark room and saw the moon reflecting from a window on the other side of the room so she decided to take that route. She looked up and jumped up to reach the roof. She scrambled along the roof, bending herself down low in case of other guards. She reached the end of the roof and laid down on her stomach, bringing herself off the edge. She grabbed the window, forcing it to open and she flipped her body over, pulling herself inside the room.

The room was enormous and she assumed that the king's bed was in the middle. She closed her eyes, letting her sense feel their way towards the sleeping man, finding him. She turned slowly, facing to what she was sure, the king. Her fingers routinely reached for her needles, drawing her needle out gradually, and flung the needle into the dark.

She heard a metal clink and she opened her eyes wide. Light flooded the room, blinding her eyes. She ushered backwards toward the window, not believing. Not believing that the king was staring at her with a knife in his hand and that her needle was embedded in the ceiling.

"Who are you?" he asked. Now, she was sure she felt his aura. His green aura mixed with the yellow beam from the lantern. A dragon aura…

No… Who are you…?

LiLAznDevil: Okay… Well, Tomoyo doesn't know that Sakura is a female because she's dressed like a man and makes herself talk like a man… So she's attracted to her because of her mysterious nature… Sigh… This is going to be a weird story…but the next chapter, i'm going to have sakura and syaoran have a little martial arts fight...i think it's going to be fun!