Alright... I want to try and finish this story by the end of the month or at least some point in Feb so I'm working as fast as possible. Please don't kill me for any errors! I don't want to be hurt for it. I really am going to be trying to update fast although I have a lot of school work! Anyways here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS

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A body fell limp on the streets of Tomoeda, blood ran quickly until they looked like red wine slowly falling into the sewers. The body on the ground lay unmoving, a figure hovered above it, at another end of the dark ally a woman cowered as the men in black slowly approached her. All had cynical grins spread across their faces. The largest man in weight lifted an incredibly sharp sword.

"Sweet dreams" he whispered, the woman closed her eyes and place her hands over her eyes, prepared to die, just as the man swung down, the sword moved quickly until finally it made contact. A slight gasp was heard, the woman opened her eyes to find the hooded figure that killed her husband now have a sword through his hand, his blood trickled down, the man looked at him in confusion.

"Xiao Lang?" his amber eyes never once turned soft, no they remained cold and uncaring, his voice was cruel yet the hint of sympathy was shown, he turned to the woman as he slide his hand out clearly feeling as the blade continued to cut his hand, once the sword was out he spoke.

"I believe I was told to kill two people not three" all men looked at him with puzzled looks, they looked around the alley and found no other person dead, it was only the deceased man who Xiao Lang just killed and the woman who was now being protected by Xiao Lang. The woman stood up and cried, she smiled and bowed.

"Thank you...sire..." she touched his arm, a bad move, Xiao Lang's arms swung and his hand fiercely made contact with the woman's face she fell onto the floor holding her cheek, she looked up at him with teary eyes, she looked confused had he not saved her?

"Sire? A third person?" Xiao Lang attention was reverted back to his men, nodded and walked towards the woman who crawled to the wall, as if the wall would hide her, he picked her up and held her tightly by the arm, his nails penetrated her arm, she screamed out in pain.

"Silence" bellowed out scaring his men and the woman, he held her for all to see, his amber eyes still cold. "This woman is with child. I will not kill an innocent child...it's forbidden to kill children and she holds one in her womb" he said in a disgusted manner, all looked at him in shock however none more than the fat man who was going to kill her earlier on.

Xiao Lang's hand raised and made contact with the woman's face as her face turned he held onto her neck holding it tightly until he pressed the pressure enough to make her pass out, she fell limp in his hand. He looked down at her as though she was some type of dirt, his eyes looked back up to the fat man, he threw her as though she were a piece of old bread, the fat man caught her.

"Sire?" he asked, Xiao Lang placed a glove over his bleeding hand and turned his back to his men, in his face pain was clearly evident, however since his back was turned to them they saw not.

"We'll wait nine months Cargo. If the child is yours keep it and do as you wish with her, if the child is not yours, keep it anyways we always need new men or women, if she did betray you Cargo." he turned to him, his eyes cold, his voice was venomous. "Kill her" he said, he sprint into the air and disappeared.

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Sakura shot up from bed, sweat trickled down her body, this time the dream was different...oh so very different, she hadn't dreamt of the night he saved her, nor of him killing, no she dreamt of his hand caressing her body, she dreamt of passion. A blush crept onto her face as she held her heart, ever since two night ago when he asked her to go somewhere with him, the day she had that really...naughty...fantasy, she had been having dreams like these and he was no where to be found.

She stood from her bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the faucet she splashed some water onto her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her green eyes stared right back at her reflecting the lust she had felt in the dream.

She took a towel and dried her face, she heard her alarm clock flare to life, she sighed and went back to her room and turned it off, she laid back down and groaned. What the hell was wrong with her. Could she be in...love. Sakura shot up from bed and thought a moment then shook her head. No not love...Lust...she lusted the assassin that saved her life...right?

She groaned in frustration, she nearly fell from her bed when she heard the loud sound of Tomoyo getting up by screaming at her alarm clock, she muffled a laugh and stood up, she quickly went to her closet and put on her uniform, she was in much of a daze to realize the was putting on the wrong shirt...that was until she realized the long sleeve was missing.

Once she was done and had everything on correctly she walked out of her room, she watched as Tomoyo walked into the bathroom with a towel on her shoulder, she rolled her eyes and smiled, the place was quite and peaceful, I mean unless you count out Touya's insane snoring. She laughed quietly as she walked out of the house.

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Syaoran felt his back hit against the wall of his room, his hand was burning in pain, sweat consumed him. He held his wrist tightly although the wound was in the palm of his hand, he winced slightly as he tried to move his fingers. He took the cloth on his face and threw it to the ground. He wobbled a bit before he fell to the ground, he was never going to admit it, but he hated to kill...he hated it with a passion but it was his family's legacy. He stood and wavered a bit, he walked into his closet and took out a sowing kit, he took it and walked over to his bed, opening it he took out a needle that had thread on it already, he held the needle in his mouth and tied a not at the end, he then took the needle and put it down, he opened a drawer and took out the first aid kit.

He cleaned the wound wincing at the burning sensations running through his hands, once he was sure it was clean he took the needle and sowed the flesh back together, he hand to hold in the pain at the feel of the needle penetrating his skin, then again the sword had been worse. He sowed both parts on his hands the front and inside of the hand, he then bandaged it up. He looked at the clock...it was six twenty-five.

Sighing he got up and got dressed, he felt weak, he felt so sleepy...he had been out all night killing but he had no choice he had to go to school, he had too...injured or not. It would cause suspicion if he didn't go. He had been seen by some cops and it was by now all over the news...if he didn't go they would probably figure out he was the assassin that has out smarted the police a thousand times.

Something that he took complete pride for, he was the best one way or the other, of course he did get hurt from time to time however he never quite seem to die so his men call him immortal, he thought it was sheer luck. He looked at the clock again six-thirty, he walked out of his room, his butler smiled at him.

"Good Morning master Li" he said, his voice was old as he himself was old, weary of age, however he still served the young lord with a very pleased and tender heart, following him everywhere as the noble servant he was, Wei, the butler, had practically raised Syaoran, and since he didn't have any children Syaoran was like his son.

"Morning Wei" he said softly, trying not to talk much since it he was still weak, sure the injury was in the hand but hey it hurt like a bitch and it made him loose so much blood it wasn't even funny. "I'm a little late so I'll skip breakfast okay" he said as he walked out of the apartment, not giving his humble butler the time to protest.

Syaoran walked out of the building in which he was currently reciting and leaned against the wall, his head was spinning and he felt light headed, he sighed, he hid in the shadows not wanting the sun to sparkle it's joy upon his now pale figure. His fist made contact with the wall as he slammed it, expressing his pain.

"Shit" he cursed as he exhaled painfully his entire body ached, the pain spreading quickly, from his arms, to his shoulder, to his chest and steadily spreading further below. He hears the quick footsteps of your everyday citizens of Tomoeda, their footsteps seemed to echo and suddenly disappear until the only sound he heard was that of the beat of his own heart.

"Li?" Syaoran's head shot up, he turned to his side to find an angel standing there, her green eyes looked at him with worry, her caramel hair swayed loosely behind her.

"Kinomoto" he groaned out, Sakura looked at him a moment and somehow instantly noticed he wasn't well, she made an attempt to come closer but he stopped her with his eyes. He stood up much to his dismay he was very weak and very much in pain, the pain was now consuming his entire being.

"Syaoran, are you okay?" he smiled s bit and nodded he took shaky steps towards her and nearly collapsed. However he managed to stay up.

"I'm perfectly fine." he said simply, although the agony was evident in his voice. Sakura scoffed.

"Like hell you are, Syaoran you're all pale! You need a doctor!" his eyes narrowed and his eyes harden, he now stood perfectly straight as though nothing was wrong.

"No. I don't"

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I know it's short but bare with me! I have this huge project and it's taking three eternities! I hope you liked this chapter

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