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Sakura and Syaoran both take a job at an Orphanage. But unlike the rest, it has an unusually high pay, and hardly anyone knows why. But after a couple of minutes in the vacinity...they are about to discover why! Banana Peels, Spiders and Snakes, with Eriol on the loose, l'il buck-toothed Meilin and the oh-so-adorable Tomoyo, they are about to find out why... SS main pairing.
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Chapter 1: At the Orphanage

As the sun rose into the middle of the sky, more and more people were seated at the airport gate A5, a plane that was to go to Japan. Through the busy, smoky streets outside, a man was making his way to the airport in the sweltering heat. He trudged along the beeping cars, which were yelling at him and telling him to 'get off the road already before they charged over him'.

But he wasn't listening; he was too busy trying to pull his luggage to the other side.

"Hey! Get off the street!"

"I'm going to ram you over!"

"Boy, will your back look like hamburger meat when my tires go over you!"

"GET OFF THE ROAD!"

"What's in that bag?"

"Hurry up! I need to go to the bathroom!"

Alas, he had hauled his bag to the other side, pulling off his hat and waving it like a fan. The cars began to drive again, cursing in Chinese as they finally moved on. And now, the bicycles were screaming at him, ringing at him, yelling at him.

"Listen, I've got you hooked up in a job. It's more of a volunteer thing… but for some reason, they're desperate. So they're giving money and a place to stay if you take it." A man muttered through the toothpick in his mouth, flipping the pages of the newspaper.

"Oh really! Thank you so much Touya!" A young lady cried as she threw her arms around him.

"Yeah, whatever. I can't believe no one wanted you before." He shrugged her off, putting his palm out in front of her, "Yeah, ok, now it's my turn to get the money."

The girl blinked, "Money?"

The man shifted his eyes from the newspaper to her, he gave her a prune face, "What do you mean, 'money?'" He mocked in a high-pitched voice, "You didn't think I'd help you without getting paid, did you?"

"But… I've got no money." Her face looked down at his open palm a little sadly. He had not said anything about money before.

He leaned toward her, the toothpick between his teeth fell out. There was a frown on his face, clearly as though he thought her unworthy as her pocket was, unfortunately, empty. "You got no money… the job is gone." He took the toothpick and threw it at her.

"Hoe!" She ducked, "But… I can pay you afterwards. When I have some money."

He spun around quickly, a greedy look that was poorly concealed on his face "You'd better since I'm being so nice."

Then, she was thrown out into the street, a piece of paper crumpled in a ball pitched at her head.

"Ouch!" She cried. Why was Touya being so mean? she thought to herself. She stood up, clutching the paper ball in her hand, and then unwrapping it to read: Tomoeda Orphanage

"Well," the piped up, brown-haired girl grinned, "I'm off to my new job!"

The man took an intake of Japanese air, releasing his breath with coughs.

"Lots of smoke…"

He made his way to the taxi area, waving out his arm, "Yo! Taxi… taxi! Taxi! Taxi!" He cried, but none of them paid attention.

"Here, let me help you." A lady put down her baggage, waving out her arm. Immediately, a taxi cab came parking up at the curb, grinning wide at the lady, "Good day, how can I help you?"

"This guy needs a ride."

"Sorry, I only take women."

"WHAT?" The boy screamed, "What's wrong with all these people?"

"Um… than we'll go in together." She went in. Sighing, and then muttering under his breath, he finally decided that he had no choice and went in too. As the taxi drove through the bustling streets and then into the suburbs, the woman turned to him.

"I need to go to the Tomoeda Orphanage, and where do you want to go?"

He blinked, "I have to go to the orphanage, too."

"Did you take the job?" The boy nodded.

"They pay a high price! But why for an orphanage?" He shrugged in reply.

"Oh, by the way, my name's Sakura Kinomoto. And what is your name?"

"Syaoran Li."

She eyed him head to elbow, "You're Chinese!"

He gave her a blank stare. She continued to talk and talk and talk and talk and talk… until he thought he might fall asleep right there and now… but luckily the taxi driver gave an abrupt stop, and kicked them out.

"But hey! We're not there yet!" Sakura shouted at the taxi. The taxi drove away, picking up another young lady.

"Geez." She said, stamping her foot, "Stupid taxi drivers."

Syaoran just walked down the sidewalk toward the orphanage. Sakura followed, trying to keep her pace slower than his, trying to observe him. He was an odd Chinese fellow, his hair was brown like mud, and his eyes were the color of she hadn't seen his eyes too clearly. She hadn't been able to get more than a sentence out of his lips, he was a quiet guy too.

"Hey hey, why'd you come to Japan for the first place? And where'd you get that money to fly over to Japan?" She asked curiously.

"My family gave me money." He didn't turn to look back at her.

"Really? I wish my family had given me money." She looked down at the ground, memories playing in the back of her head. But we can't go to there yet, those memories aren't needed to be seen.

He turned around, looking at her. Why did she even bother to talk to him? Didn't she see that he didn't want to be talked to? He opened his mouth…but than closed it, seeing her eye form a tear.

He couldn't help himself, he hated it when girls cried. Carefully and gently, he brushed the tear away from her eye. Slowly… she looked up at him.

It was the first time she had seen his eyes so clearly… the first time she had seen him so clearly. His eyes were auburn, burning intensely. His hair wasn't like mud at all, his hair was the color of chocolate, and his gaze was so warm. He looked so sweet, and she could almost here something calling to her...not a voice...a feeling.

He turned away, blushing. That was a stupid thing to do, he said to himself. To brush away someone's tear away. He could have held himself back, but he hated seeing someone cry. He should have never looked back, never gone in the taxi with her. So what was he doing here anyway? He needed the job since his family kicked him out. They didn't want him, because they already had his bigger brother to carry on the family pride.

She put her hand on her cheek, the place where he touched the skin… so gently… so lovingly… she closed her eyes, imagining those beautiful eyes of his.

"We're here." He said gruffly. Nothing like the person she had just shared a moment with...

Sakura looked up at the large foster home, "Wow. It's...big."

"Yeah." He knocked at the door.

"Hello?" A little chirpy voice answered.

"We are the new employees," Syaoran said.

"Welcome!" The door creaked open, revealing an old lady with a wrinkled face, and when she stretched her mouth into that feigned smile, more wrinkles rippled across her face, the bags under her eyes… and… was that a banana peel upon her head like a crown? Were those fruit stains on her pants and shirt? Was that a bunny slipper on one foot while a can of tomatoes on the other? All they could do was stare at her, imagining her clumsiness.

"Hurry, hurry, your rooms are upstairs to the left corridor, the file rooms if you need to read about anybody's profile is downstairs in the right room… kitchen on the left, the little babies room in the right corridor… yeah yeah… here's a map… whatever… I'm out of here."

"Hoe?" Sakura blinked as the old lady zoomed away… away from the orphanage where a little kid has a vile grin stretched from one side of his face to the other, his glasses gleaming. Two adults in sight… but they had no idea what was going to happen to them… they had no idea that they were the little kids and the kids were the adults… because that's how it was in the orphanage.

Chapter 1 of The Orphanage. We hope you enjoyed our first chapter and story together!

Sun-Sisters, signing out!