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Shukumei Kyuutai
Chapter Two
"Enzeru? Are you sure?" Eriol questioned as they sat in the Li's apartment.
Sakura and Syaoran nodded, "That's what he said."
"He has to be talking about Dexter though, right? I mean, Desha doesn't have an aura anymore than Melin or Tomoyo," Syaoran explained.
Eriol agreed with Syaoran, "Were you able to get any information on how to destroy these things?"
"No. I think I pissed him off before he could tell us," Syaoran replied sheepishly.
Melin's red eyes rolled, "Come on guys. Dexter's too nice to slice through demons so dangerously as Sakura explained."
Tomoyo's purple eyes glittered, "Do you think I can get Dexter to ask Desha to pose for me?"
The group groaned, receiving a skeptical 'what?' from Tomoyo. Sakura found herself laughing at her friend's antics. Her laughter faded as she went to Syaoran's fridge to get something to drink. She didn't want her friends to be hurt. Maybe the next time that fighter was around, she would get some more information from him. The gang didn't have enough proof to accuse Dexter of anything.
The familiar aura of her boyfriend appeared before the knock on Syaoran's door did. She walked out as Melin opened the door, the silver-haired Yukito entered, his light grey eyes shined as he noticed Sakura there. He kissed Sakura's cheek before taking a seat, Sakura sitting beside them. Questions soon filled the air on ideas of what to do. The girls were bored out of their mind and wanted to do something. An evil glint appeared on their eyes when the boys groaned and said 'shut up and pick something already.' The boys grew fearful as the words, "LETS GO SHOPPING!" pierced the calm air.
The group strutted down streets of the shopping plaza, store littering the sides as the girls peered into the windows, gazing at outfits and jewelry. Sakura smiled as Melin and Tomoyo pointed to something, a beautiful outfit in the window. Her attention on the outfit, she didn't realize she once again bumped into a person.
"We have to stop meeting like this, Kinomoto," the deep voice of Desha caused Sakura to open her eyes.
Sakura felt the pull once again, her lips inches away from Desha's black-coated lips. The girl under her licked her blackened lips, "Or people will start asking questions."
Sakura's face turned red as she scrambled to get up. Desha stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her dark purple, slinky dress that hugged her curves, rips formed on the bottom hem and dramatically went up her leg to her thighs. Black, form-fitting jeans hugged her long legs to be met with dark purple Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Multiple silver chain-linked belts hung loosely off her hips, showing the curve of her waist-line. The ever-so present black, fingerless gloves gave an off-set, clashing with the outfit perfectly enough that she was able to pull it off. Sakura wondered if Desha always wore those gloves. Her style of dress was so different from Melin's constant tomboy-ish outfits, consisting of jeans, shorts, sneakers and tank tops and was definitely different from the pale skirts, shorts and pants Sakura wore. Desha seemed to incorporate anything together perfectly.
"Where's your brother?" Melin asked, causing the girl to look over at her.
Her silver-violet eyes shrugged, "I don't know. He said he'd meet up with me here later after he woke up. He had a late night."
"You shop?" Syaoran asked skeptical.
The girl didn't take it to heart, "Art supplies."
"How do you like Tomodea?" Sakura asked.
"It's fine. Quiet." A ring cut her off. She pulled a cell phone from her pocket, and glanced at the LCD screen before sighing. "I must leave. See you guys in school."
The girl walked off. Everyone stared at Sakura as she turned, "What?"
"People will start talking?" Yukito questioned curiously.
Sakura blushed, "I bumped into her on her first day. That was Desha Enzeru."
"And Dexter is the one we are investigating?" Yukito finished the thought.
Nods were given and the gang continued their shopping. A loud scream was heard, their heads turned in the direction. People ran in a rush to leave the area, the familiar blackened bodies of the demons seemed to fill the area as innocent people were in the grasps. Oddly enough, the demons placed their lips to their victim's lips, a soft almost invisible glow leaving the bodies. Sakura already had her wand out and dispelled, Syaoran's sword was gripped in the Chinese's fighter's hand as Yukito turned into the form of Yue. Everyone fell asleep as Sakura dispelled the Sleep Card, the small blue pixy dumped her dust on everyone in the area. Eriol formed a barrier around the sleeping Tomoyo and Melin, as he prepared himself for a fight.
As Syaoran and Sakura predicted, the mysterious fighter appeared mid battle, his aura illuminating a deep black. In his right hand he grasped the Shikyo Tou, the silver blade slicing through the demons. He landed beside Sakura, "Mistress, I'm aware you have the Sword Card?" At Sakura's nod he continued, "Activate the card and fight. You may not like it, but if these demons aren't destroyed, these innocent people like your two friends will end up hurt."
Without arguements, Sakura activated her card, her Star Staff becoming a long, thin blade. Syaoran sliced through a demon, before jumping back, his back poised against another's. He would've thought it was Sakura, until he felt the dark aura of the mysterious fighter. "After you slice them, burn the bodies until their nothing but ash."
The words seemed to cause Syaoran to go into a fighting frenzy, realizing the demons he had slain, just rebuild themselves. He would ask about that later. He sliced and burned the bodies, purple blood splattering the sidewalks, staining them a deep black color. A loud yell filled the air, the three fighters looked over to see Eriol on his knees, Yue on the ground and three demons staring down at the unconscious bodies.
"No," Sakura yelled and before anything could be said, one of the demons had Melin in their grasp. Syaoran fought against the large amount of demons, trying to get to his cousin.
"Shukumei Kyuutai Uyoku!" Black wings sprouted from the back of the mysterious fighter, as he jumped in the air. He flew straight for the demon, sword poised out and sliced right through the demon's body. Blood splattered onto the pale skin of the fighter, splashing on his face.
"Fiery! Release and Dispell!" The spirit of Fire lept from the card and burned the demons until they were nothing but piles of ash.
The spirit dispappeared in its card and the two Card Captors ran over to their friends. Syaoran immediately went for his cousin, who laid under the fighter who had a hand over her face. "Shukumei Kyuutai Chiyu!" The whispered words caused the boy's hand to glow a deep blue, Melin's body slowly seemed to take on a blue glow. The fighter moved his hand as dark red eyes snapped open. Melin gasped at the silver eyes that stared at her, her eyes tracing over the blood-soaked face.
"Who are you?"
"Kumori," the fighter replied, his tone soft, even for what a mess he was.
"Thank you. You saved me."
Kumori nodded, "No thanks needed. I must be going."
Before anything could be said, the boy stood and turned away. Sakura and everyone conscious felt sickened at the blood-soaked fighter, who seemed to not be bothered by it. "Shukumei Kyuutai Bikou!" Shadows enveloped his form and his silhoutte sunk into the ground.
"It's time we pay the Enzeru Twins a visit," Syaoran grunted out as Sakura lifted the spell, Tomoyo waking from her dreamless slumber. The group agreed, Eriol closing his eyes and soon enough he found the address. The group made their way toward the development where the house of the Enzeru Twins resided.
After knocking on the door, they heard the shout of 'come in' and entered the two story house. It was a decent sized house, about the size of Sakura's. The group took off their shoes as Desha came out of a door to their right, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Can I help you?"
Sakura smiled, "We looked up your address in the student directory and wanted to know if you or your brother wanted to come out with us tonight."
Tomoyo and Melin remembered they made plans to go out and smiled, "Yeah, we wanted to show the newbies in Tomodea how to have a good time."
Desha nodded, "You'll have to wait. Dexter is in the shower."
"Does he already have plans?" Eriol asked, trying to pull out why he was showering.
Desha shook her head, "No. He just went for a jog to get some thoughts out. We were just about to eat dinner, would you like to join us?"
The group took the offer and were led to the living room. Desha went to get some drinks and left the group. Eriol stood while everyone was seated, his eyes focused on the pictures that hung on the tan walls. A picture of Dexter, Desha and another boy was mounted in the middle of the other two. The three in the picture had their arms around each other, both boys had their arms around Desha's waist as Desha drapped her arms over their shoudlers. Eriol was surprised to see real laughter sparkle from the eyes of the cold girl who was in the kitchen.
"He was our brother," the soft impassive voice of Desha broke the silence, Eriol looking over his shoulder.
That drew everyone's attention to the picture, "He died in a car accident three years ago."
Sakura seemed to notice something the others didn't, "Why aren't their any pictures of your parents?"
"We don't have parents," Desha's voice dropped to a cold tone.
Everyone flinched as she darkly dressed girl placed drinks in front of them. Syaoran glared, "So you live alone?"
"Don't rub it in, bastard."
The words left Desha's lips and before Syaoran knew it, him and Melin stood up in defense. Syaoran hated being called that. His father died honorably.
"Don't dishonor my father's name!" Syaoran growled out.
Desha glared, "I could careless if your father has honor."
"Why? Did your's lack in that department?"
Before anything could be said, Dexter step into the room just as Desha threw herself over the couch, tackling Syaoran to the ground. A punch hit Syaoran square in the face, Syaoran rolling them over, his fist cocked back when he realized underneath him was a girl. Her beautiful silver-violet eyes glowered in hatred, as if daring him to do it. Syaoran looked up at his fist before backing away.
"Desha, what's gotten into you?" Dexter asked as the girl stood up and walked off.
She passed him, and in a low voice, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Our father lacks in the department of honor."
A snort left Dexter as the girl went to her room, the slamming of a door echoed through the halls. Loud hard core music sounded as it mixed with the sounds of an angry teenager letting out her frustrations on a wall, lamps or anything she could get her hands on. Sakura glared at Syaoran.
"That wasn't nice, Syao-chan. She might be sensative about the death of her parents."
Dexter patted Sakura's head, "You don't know the beginning of it."
With that said he told them food should be finished. Guilt filled Syaoran as dinner started, Desha not attending. Mid-course the girl did walk down the stairs. She grabbed a pair of keys off the hook and before anyone could say a word of apologies she was out the door, the roar of an engine from the motorcycle parked outside sounded. Screeching tires indicated the quick speed the girl did as she pulled out the drive way, sudden blaring of horns informing the group that she had no indication of other drivers.
"I swear she'll end up in an accident of her own," Dexter said as he ate his pasta.
The meal had been a mixed pasta dish, an array of different pasta noddles and what tasted like a home-made sauce sat on their plates. Glasses of red wine showed hospitality.
"Was that what her picture was about?" Sakura asked, not looking up from her pasta.
"Picture?"
"She was drawing a picture of a girl standing in front of a tombstone," Sakura said softly, as if trying not to push a sore subject
Dexter shook his head, "No."
The subject wasn't pushed any further. Syaoran sighed, feeling as though he crossed an invisible line. He knew what he had to do. He had to apologise. Why? He wasn't sure.
Hours later, everyone found themselves laughing, enjoying themselves at Dexter's house. Maybe they were wrong. He couldn't possibably be the ruthless fighter. The girls decided to cut their plans, enjoying a scary movie in the dark of the Enzeru House. They watched deep in context, Sakura huddled in the arms of Yukito, as the main character slowly, cautiously walked down the darkened hallway. Loud clasp of thunder sounded as the character, who was walking backwards, bumped into a coat rack. Sakura jumped as the camera dramatically turned to the coat rack, as if the character bumped into someone. Just as the character turned, confronting whatever horror stood in front of her, the door to the house opened, a clasp of thunder sounded as Desha entered the house.
Sakura screamed, as did the rest of the girls, Desha letting out a growl, "Quit your screaming!"
Silence filled the air, Desha's eyes falling onto Melin, who gripped her brother's hand. Dexter smiled over to his sister, who was drenched from the heavy rainfall, her once form-fitting clothes stuck to her body like a second-skin. Sakura and Syaoran blushed as the girl's curves became more noticeable.
"Sis, be a little easy on them."
Desha glared at Dexter, "I didn't ask for your input."
She went up to her room without another word. Dexter offered the group a place to stay, Yukito declining do to his job in the morning. The teens all bid Yukito a farewell, Sakura kissing him goodbye, before they all huddled together. Syaoran excused himself to the bathroom and left the room, walking upstairs. He opened the first door and stopped.
Standing in the middle of a darkly-lit room was Desha Enzeru, dressed in only a pair of wet jeans that stuck to her legs, and a black bra that hugged her moonlit-kissed breasts. She didn't turned around, or acknowledge he was there. He noticed the black walls clashed with the purple carpeted floors below, lamps with purple stained-glass shades caused purple lights to reflect off the dark walls. On the back of her shoulder was a tattoo of a sun and moon overlaping, a star in the middle of it. She peeled the gloves off her hands before slapping them onto the cherry-oak desk in front of her, in the corner of her room was an art station, set up like the one in school.
"What are you doing in my room, Li?"
The cold demand caused him to move his eyes away from the room and to her, he noticed a broken lamp in the corner of her room, "I was looking for the bathroom."
"It's on your right when you enter the hall."
"Oh," he paused. A sigh left his lips, "I'm sorry, Enzeru. I never meant to offend you. I'm sure your father was honorable."
"If you think suicide is honorable, then you must be dumber than I expected," she replied in a sarcasitc voice.
Syaoran fell silent, Desha slipping on a black and green jersey, with the name Enzeru, on it and slipped off her jeans before slipping a pair of black shorts. She turned to Syaoran, who stared at the floor, and tentively touched his shoulder, "Don't feel sorry for me. My father was one of the worse. I will never forgive him for what he did."
Enzeru sat on her bed, Syaoran staring at her, "Why are you telling me this?"
"I feel like you know what it is like to lose someone, an important figure in your life, like Sakura," she said, her eyes focused on her ceiling.
Syaoran nodded, the atmosphere making him comfortable, as he sat down beside her, "Yeah, Sakura's different though. She...lost her mother when she was young. I lost my father when I was five. It was hard then, so I'm sure it was hard for you."
"Sakura's a good kid," Desha sighed. "Something about her tells me there's still good in a world so dark."
Syaoran suddenly found himself respecting the girl beside him, "I know what you mean. I was just like you when I moved here from Hong Kong. Sakura has a way of getting to people."
Silence filled the room, "How did your father die, Li?"
"In Hong Kong, my family is of a great clan, the Li Clan. My father and another leader of another clan were at war. My father died by a sword," Syaoran said, his words filled with respect.
"Who is your brother?" Syaoran asked suddenly.
"Shikyu Enzeru," she responded. She reached in her bed-side table and pulled out a scrapbook.
Shikyu Enzeru in Fatal Car Accident! That was the first thing Syaoran saw as a news paper clipping pasted against the black construction paper.
If he died in a car accident, why did Kumori say he died at the hands of those demons? Syaoran felt a headache coming on. He excused himself before going back to the living room. He found his place amongst the limbs and slept, his mind hazing over as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Desha sighed as she slipped the book into the drawer. Dexter Enzeru stood in the middle of her doorway, his eyes filled with sorrow, "You trust Li?"
"No, but that doesn't mean I want him intruding on the subject of Shikyu," Desha spat out.
Desha glared at the man in her doorway, "Good. Last thing we need is Li's nose in business that isn't his. Remember Desha, these creatures wont take long to figure the Card Mistress is here." Dexter left the girl alone, her eyes glowing in the light of the lamps.
"I know..." she whispered.