Disclaimer: I am not in possession of Cardcaptor Sakura. Those rights belong to CLAMP. I do not have connections to CLAMP and do not have permission of any kind to write my story. Mizuki Kaho and Hiiragizawa Eriol are not my creations are were just used in this story. Laurel Seer belongs to Furuto who kindly allowed me to use her.

A/N: One day I'll be repeating disclaimers because I can think of anything. Did this story with its dull details scare you away yet? This chapter is short enough so you will not blind yourself staring at the screen. This chapter is stiff and flat. No surprises, no laughs, not too much emotion. Why you are still reading this is a mystery that I do not understand.

Stolen or Taken?

By: Meaningless Colors

Chapter 2: Strange and Getting Stranger

Laurel look at Kaho who had started to become very interested in the stitching of the cushions. Laurel could see as plain as day that she was uncomfortable.

"Why don't we talk over tea? Or would you prefer coffee?" Kaho's eyes shifted yet she could not bare to look at Laurel's face. "Great then! Let's go. I know a great café." Her voice rose with excitement and her face lit up like a child's. Laurel swept the rest of her dress of the divan and swung open the double doors. "Ume, I'm taking tea with Miss Mizuki. Tell anyone who has nothing of major importance that I'm out."

"Of course, Mistress." The violet haired girl promptly went to deliver messages.

"How can you treat that poor girl like that?!" Kaho demanded once outside.

"Because she is a persocom. She's my custom designed to greet people and run small errands. You didn't think that she was human did you?" Laurel did not need Kaho to tell her how to treat her property. It's not as if she abuses them. She just gives orders. "Why did you think you did not sense her outside the elevator when you came in?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that she reminded me of someone."

"I understand. You are far from home." Laurel said it before she thought about what home meant to Kaho. Laurel was used to outburst from her client. She could not blame them if it ties with their emotions. They came to her for help to sort out emotions, disorders, and problems. Her fee was five hundred pounds or greater per hour depending on the situation. She always gave them their money's worth. This was a favor for Eriol. "We're here," she announced in front of a small, cozy doorway. (What did you expect? I have a dry sense of humor and hold little surprises) It was bright inside, with many people engaged in conversation. "It's humble, but the service is good." Laurel found it weird how informal she was with the woman and how she accepted her Kaho. They found themselves greeted by a woman in a black and white uniform, her coppery curls aflame in the lamplight.

"Welcome Ms. Seer. I see you brought company. We saved your table," she said with a pleasant air. In here, everyone was so open it made Kaho shifty and feeling guilty.

"Thanks Margaret. Had lunch yet?"

"Nah. Boss is pushing us hard. Daisy's sick that why," Margaret's Yorkshire accent thick with sadness over her co-worker's absence. Oh well. Margaret was always positive, something she was taught as a young lass. She could gossip about the article about 'Ms. Seer' in U.K.'s Rich and Famous with Mary later. Also added that she saw Laurel Seer in person to make Mary green with envy.

"Pity. She was such a nice girl. Give her my regards, Margaret," Laurel said flashing an actor's smile.

Margaret just beamed, not noticing that there was nothing in Laurel's eyes.

"I will. The usual?"

"Of course. And you Ms.?"

"Um. Whatever she's having."

"Okay. I'll have it in a moment," Margaret said, assuming 'she' was Laurel.

Kaho took a seat at a brightly polished table, wondering why this woman brought her here. Kaho felt more comfortable labeling Laurel as a spoiled rich girl. Girl. Kaho did not even know her age. She resumed looking around to avoid Laurel's gaze. She couldn't bring herself to even glance into those piercing eyes. With dread, she admitted to herself she was afraid of her. Her fluttering white robes. Her neat office with nothing out of place. Her silk voice. Everything. She hated her and feared her. All for no particular reason.

"Miss Mizuki? You do not mind the title do you?" Kaho shook her head, looking like a guilty child. "What I want to know is why you are not telling me about your problems."

"No one just tells a stranger all about their worries and expect something to happen."

"Of course not. To do that would be stupid. I'll familiarize myself. As you know I am Laurel Seer, daughter of Robert Seer, Duke of Newcastle, and Elizabeth Abbey Seer, who is one of Britain's most beloved actresses. My hobbies are painting and reading. I used to be one of those people who could care less about others and was self-centered until four years ago. I have modeled, sung, and written. I did what any girl, born with such luck did. I went to finishing school in Newcastle at the age of 10, came out two years later with impeccable manners and a flawless home accent. I shop without worrying about my budget, until a class in economy, which I was not supposed to have and stopped. When I was younger I was the most popular girl in school. I knew how most girls would give anything to be like me. I had Steve Madden Mules and designer jeans that always changed ever season. I kept in fashion every since I learned the meaning of the word until four years ago. I weigh 30.872 kilograms and am exactly 172.72 centimeters tall. I earned three degrees in Oxford, one for art, one for English, and the last for psychology. Art was by bachelor, and English my masters, with psychology as my doctorate. Anything else you want to know, you can look on the world wide web though I cannot promise that it is accurate," Laurel said finishing her speech. Kaho took time to process it. 'Four years ago.' That phrase struck her. Something had happened to Laurel Seer four years ago to make her change. Drastically. This information confirms Kaho's opinion on Laurel. The woman was mad. Who else would remember the exact weight and height of themselves to tell that to a stranger. She knew this was only the beginning to Laurel Seer. She was careful to state things in general with few specifics, leaving you with gigantic gaps. She did not speak of her parents except to acknowledge that they were her parents. If there was anything she learned was that she was going to have one hell of a time and would end up killing Eriol.

A/N: Bored yet? I have nothing to say because I just don't. Give the fourteen year old a break! I have one more year of junior high to go. I'm finally in ninth grade. A senior in junior high and I have enough pressure to deal with. I think I'm going to gray prematurely. Leave a review with an opinion and none of the kawaii stuff. It doesn't help. Consider something more business like. It works better for me. Okay, I'll leave you with the last thought that Kaho will kill Eriol. Can anyone guess what role he plays? Prepare to be bored! I'm a evil cackling witch and I don't need the costume!