This is a short chapter, but yeah, I think it was kinda worth the wait. This fanfic will be ending very soon, so be prepared for it. So, how will Syaoran react to the fact that Sakura is going to have a baby? What will they do about Kouhei? And what new twist have I added to this fanfic? Read and find out… oh, and don't forget to leave your review. Wouldn't want me to just give up on this ficcy because of the lack of response, would ya?

Bounty Hunters

"Conversation"

Thoughts

(Author Speaking)

"Pregnant?" Syaoran stared at her in bewilderment. Running his hands through his rich brown locks, sweat trickled down his forehead.

"How?" he inquired desperately, "How did this happen?"

A light blush arose upon Sakura's cheeks, as she felt several pairs of eyes gaze towards her. "I do not need to explain the birds and bees to you, Syaoran."

Shaking his head, the mood suddenly shifted, "I'm going be a dad."

The words echoed off the walls, and bounced back towards Syaoran, whose face didn't know wither to smile with glee or frown in confusion.

Repeating himself once again, he walked towards Sakura, and pulled her to him. "I'm going to be a dad."

Tears touched the softness of her cheeks, and she nodded against his chest. "You're going to be a dad."

Placing his chin upon her head, her auburn locks twisted lifelessly around his roaming fingers. Mumbling in her hair he said, "God, Sakura, we are going to be parents. How are we going to handle this?"

Tears poured from her eyes, as she mashed herself closer to him, as if she needed him blanketing around her to gain heat. "I don't know… I just don't know. We can both handle the meanness of killers, and yet, we can't handle a little child."

Looking up, Syaoran glanced at her mother, and her eyes softened. "I am sure we all asked ourselves that."

Several of the others nodded and looked towards their counterparts. They all knew that they had asked themselves that… maybe for different reasons and in different situations, but all of them knew the feeling of confusion caused by love.

As silence covered the room, Kaho, who was restless automatically snapped her head up in repressed anger, "That bastard can't take us down, damnit. We are the best! What are we doing sitting around like a bunch of crybabies, asking ourselves what to do. I think it's clear what we have to accomplish here."

Sending a look around the room, everyone knew what they had to do.

"We kill the bastard," Nakuru said, reading all of their minds.

There was no need for discussion… the decision was final, and all they needed to do was figure out what the hell they were supposed to do.

"So, you finally arrive. These are my circumstances now, Yua. Who holds all the cards, bitch?"

The darkness surrounded the abandoned building clocking corners with shadows that reeked with secrets. Empty crates were stacked towards the ceiling, collecting dust and God only knows what kinds of bugs and icky killer mammals.

Various types of spiders spun webs of death across high bars of equipment, their beady eyes watching for the poor saps that dare get caught in their webs.

The only light was coming from the clouded windows that hung high on darkened walls of rotting plaster and wood. Sakura could see the bright full moon through one window, but the happy sight of the outside didn't settle her pumping fear.

Hearing the sea's water slosh upon the surroundings of the building, Sakura tip toed around a pile of junk that lay lifelessly on the ground of the boating building.

Holding the gun tightly in her palm, Sakura calmly walked through the building, searching for the owner of the voice whose words still echoed in the empty building. "You're a weak bastard, Kouhei. Stealing children and parents. I didn't know you could stoop that low."

"I didn't steep as low as you did. Boiling water? Tsk tsk," the voice rang with unnerving cockiness.

"You deserve every fucking scar on your ugly face," Sakura said, her voice chilly as the night air that slipped through the rotting planks.

Placing her back up against a tower of crates, she waited to see a figure appear from the shadows, but no one came. Panic vibrated through her tiny body, as fears raced through her mind. Where were they?

"Looking for your loved ones, little Yua?" the voice called.

"I look for no one, and stop calling me Yua, you know my real name you coward. You know who I am. You know what I am, and you know I'll be the one to execute you. No one will miss you, Kouhei. No one even cares about you."

"Do you think you will strike a cord with those empty words, Sakura? Do you think it matters if people care about me? You're a sad sight. You have let love weaken you, and that, my dead, will be your down fall."

She was a sad sight… Yua would never have her back to a wall, let alone would she be shaking in fear against an opponent, but she wasn't Yua any more… she wasn't a person who had nothing to lose. She now had everything to lose, and she wasn't willing to lose it to a bastard like Kouhei."

"Cowardness and a big head will be your down fall, Kouhei. I'll kill you." And damned if I won't die trying.

She left those thoughts, and backed the worry into the back of her mind. She wasn't going to die… and she sure as hell wouldn't be killed by this sick, twisted asshole.

"You'll do no such thing. I have what you want, and you have what I want."

"What could you possible want from me?" she inquired, the cool air suddenly gaining a startling icy chill.

"You."

"Shouldn't we be in there yet, Syaoran?"

The moon's glow was slowly disappearing as rich mauve clouds covered its once happy smile.

The reflecting light from the salty sea's waters was a sight to behold. It's waters were a perfect picture that any artist would want to capture on canvas.

Colors blended together as ripples of water sloshed against the borders of the seaport as chilly winds vibrated from the moving currents.

With his face set in a frown, Syaoran answered, "No."

"Sakura will worry…"

"I have to throw this twist in there, Eriol."

"It isn't time."

"We've wasted too much time fucking around. This is gets done now."

"We have them where we want them, and now you're going to fuck us both over!"

"Don't shout, Eriol. It doesn't flatter that pretty face of yours," Syaoran whispered hoarsely, as he stocked behind a tied boat.

"You're a bastard, Syaoran, and your taking unnecessary risks."

Snapping his head back, Syaoran slammed Eriol violently against the boat. Snarling, he spoke low and threateningly. "You and I both know it would come to this."

Sighing, Eriol pushed Syaoran's hands away from him, "What about Sakura?"

 "We are going to do what we planned from the beginning. I don't need you as a weakness, Eriol."

"I'm the only one who can say if I'm weak or not. Let's get on with then."

"Let's go then."

"You're a bastard, Syaoran."

"Born and breed one."

"Kouhei won't like this."

"Kouhei won't have a choice, will he? Let's go."

Sweat trickled down Sakura's forehead as the gun was set in her trembling hands. "You'll never have me."

The voice rang in a twisted laugh, but was stopped shortly after a figure's shadow clouded over him. Fiercely glaring at the person, his cold eyes suddenly twisted, as if a light bulb went off in his head.

"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart," Pausing he then laughed, "Just ask your lover."

"What have you done with-" Sakura stopped instantly when she saw Syaoran come out of the shadows followed by Eriol and Kouhei, "Syaoran, what in the hell are you doing?"

A gun was pressed in his hand, and his smile was twisted in satisfaction, "What I have been planning to do all this while. Kill you."

Well, there's another twist I'll add in. I know I haven't been updating anything in… forever… but, today I was thinking about fanfiction.net, and I thought, "Maybe I should just give up writing… I know I promised that I wouldn't quit without finishing all my fanfics... but…" I stopped those thoughts, and went back to my computer. I promised to finish these fanfics, and that is what I'm going to try to do. Hopefully, I won't go back on my word.

- Moshi-san