Yep. Here again. I wonder who's story I should do first… And this story is SUCKY! I suck whenever I do my first chap... The next shall be better! Like always... some of you see this in my other stories... ha ha.
Thanx... to...
che33lubwolf, m' dear, I'm afraid this might not be so well done... must thank you so much for reading a lot of my stories, I give credit to you for being so bold and revewing first! Ha ha... don't worry, my second chapter gets cracked up, the next few WILL and ARE much better, cheese I'm bad at the first few chapters, but when I get rolling... can't stop!
dbzgtfan2004, wow, how cool of you to stop by and review!
Mikkasura, my dear yoko sister, I'm sorry we couldn't do this together, but I appreciate your encouragement so dearly! So glad to see you made it up for an alert! I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you for so many things you've helped me with.
Silver Blossom, ha ha... I guess I did do a mistake. And I usually do Syaoran... but this time will have to be an exception! I've corrected myself to Shaoran! breaks out in cackling evil laughter I hope you'll find it ok... besides, his name will be Motoko from now on! Where did I get that name anyway?
I luv all of you who reviewed! Thank you o so much! And I've got a tendency of saying dear... ha ha... this story totally sucks... horrible sum too. Stay tuned for a short story at the end! Gives you a hint about Sakura's family...
CHAPTER 1: MARBLES
There was a great quake in Japan, a great shiver in people's spines, a great shudder in people's minds. Because the word was out: assassins are out on the loose. Who were those assassins? Its about time I give a proper instruction.
Two teenage girls walking down the street, average, normal seventeen-year-olds; just a talking, walking, and licking their ice-cream cones. So, what about them? Well, take a good look at them. They're ordinary people! No, take a look at their history, take a good look at them.
Let's start with the girl on the right: She's a brown-haired girl with green eyes. Yeah. Her name's Sakura Kinomoto. Uh-huh. She's an assassin. Great- WHAT? Yup. She's an assassin. And lets take a quick review about assassins. They never kill for no reason. Either for money, or its just their job, maybe because of their family. This assassin is doing it all for her family. She's a quick-witted girl, easy to lie, spy, stalk, and moves like a black cat in the night. And she camouflages too, she knows all the styles and the way to fit in and look normal.
Enough about her, let's get into the girl to the left now: Tomoyo Daidouji. She's a longhaired and graceful girl. And she's got a glimmering set of eyes you'll fall into, and then there's her money. She owns her mom's big toy company, and built on more than just fancy toys. She's perhaps one of the richest person in the universe! And have you guessed that she's an assassin too? She is, the first and only, neatest assassin alive. Say, she has to kill somebody. No using forks and knives, she develops a clean way. She's a brilliant mind, always devising up 'clean and neat' ways to kill people, and perhaps a way that no one could figure out… except for a Li Detective.
Now, lets go over to the Li Clan. Yes, as you've heard, they are famous for the greatest assassins and detectives. The only assassins they're missing are the witty Sakura and neat Tomoyo. They do have Meiling, the sly assassin. And their youngest, cleverest detective: Li Shaoran. He knows about the two 'other' assassins, but is unclear about their names. He's a handsome fellow, with dark brown hair the color of chocolate, and the eyes of burgundy. As I said, he's clever. Very clever. Yet only seventeen! And these are the five main characters of this story.
Wait, five you ask? Ah, I'm glad you did, and you are certainly correct. I'm missing one character, but he is not to be mentioned yet, like Meiling. Now, where was I? Yes, back to the two girls strolling down the sidewalk on a sunny afternoon.
As you know, their names are Sakura and Tomoyo. They're best friends you see. In fact, Sakura is living with Tomoyo since she doesn't have a home. They're the greatest of friends, began ever since they were bawling and sucking thumbs.
"Tomoyo, didn't you ever think about getting a dog?"
"Maybe."
"What kind?"
Shrug, "A poodle. Maybe."
A wide, broad smile, "Hey look! It's a pet store! Perfect!"
They stopped in front of a wide window, bold words printed on the glass:
Get A Dog! A Man's AND Woman's Best Friend!
Tomoyo turned away, "So? I already have a best friend."
Sakua grabbed Tomoyo's arm, dragging her in, "No! Come on, let's get a little poodle puppy!"
"Why not get one in France!" Tomoyo rebelled.
"Because then it would be black!"
"Nu-uh!"
"Yeah!"
But Sakura won the battle anyway. Tomoyo sighed, gazing from side to side at the dogs.
"Do you happen to have a poodle?"
The shopkeeper gave a flat smile, "A... poodle?"
"Yeah, a poodle."
The shopkeeper roared, "Where do you think this is young lady! OUT!"
When they had run out, the shopkeeper shouted, "GO TO FRANCE!" And then slammed to door shut.
Sakura scratched her head, "What did I say wrong?"
Tomoyo chuckled, "Didn't I tell you?"
"You should get a gaurd dog."
Their heads tilted to see the third visitor. An unwelcomed visitor.
"You're rich, aren't you? You should get a gaurd dog."
"Why a gaurd dog?"
It was a boy, a tall boy. A tall boy with brown hair. A tall boy with brown hair, suggesting that they should get a gaurd dog.
Sakura's mind was digesting his words. 'Gaurd dog'. 'You're rich, aren't you?'. 'Get a gaurd dog.'. He knew about the...
"Becuase, you just might want to be careful nowadays."
Tomoyo gave him a stare, it could be described as a skeptical stare. But although she looked as though she would never believe him... she had a weird feeling inside her. An uneasy feeling.
Same with Sakura. She studied this boy. She had seen Chinese and Japanese. This boy looked like...
Chinese. A Chinese boy. A Chinese boy that knew about the assassins. Two words formed in her mind: Li Detective. He was a Li Detective.
He gave a smile and a shrug, "Just thought you might want to know."
As he walked away, Tomoyo and Sakura stood there stricken. Thinking. Their thoughts rambling on and on... revolving over the word: Detective... Li Detective.
Tomoyo shook her head, "Impossible, probably heard it somewhere else. Come on Sakura, you need to get ready."
But Sakura wasn't listening. She was still thinking. He is a Li Detective. He is.
An old man quivering in his large, red arm chair, held a piece of paper with trembling hands. It was a letter; a spot of blood dipped by an unreadable signature. He read it over and over, praying and hoping it wasn't true. The old man had ordered his entire place secured, every window closed, every door and open place guarded. That included his room. He had bodyguards everywhere. Even though, he had no confidence that these people could keep him away from death. He could almost see hell in his dreams.
Then, as the grandfather clock struck twelve, a great gust blew the trees and rippled the pool of grass. There was a sudden scream downstairs. Bodyguards turned their heads away from their places, and some even rushed to where the scream had took place.
Immediately, the man stood up, watching his bodyguards file away, "Wait!" He called to them, "Wait! Don't leave me alone! Hey! HEY!" He rushed after them.
But then the door slammed shut and locked itself.
"What… what… hello?" He took tremulous steps backwards, sensing someone's presence, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
"Hello Mr. Peeves." A sneering voice said behind him.
He spun backwards, face to face with a cloaked assassin.
"You… I've seen those eyes before." He peered into the spiteful, green eyes.
The assassin stepped closer, spitting out words, "Yes, yes. You should have! And ten years ago too!"
"Kin… Kinomoto?" He stuttered.
"That's right!" The assassin reached to her belt.
"You're… you're Fujitaka's and Nadeshiko's daughter! Yes, the… lovely Sakura…" He gulped, "Oh, a pity he died… um… ten years ago."
The assassin had curled her fingers on something.
"Yes… Fujitaka and Nadeshiko died of some disease…" His voice quaked, "I knew them… very well…"
"Disease… disease… ha! You were the disease!" She revealed the knife, and, before light could even glimmer on it, she thrust it to the man's left.
The man's eyes widened, afraid that hehad just died. But the knife had not hit him anywhere, she had just struck the wall and cornered him.
The man strangled his throat for words, but he could not find any. His body paralyzed, and his eyes bulging out.
"That's right, I've been searching for you and your little friends for years. You jealous little bugs, always wanting to steal from my parents!" She had drawn another knife with her left hand.
"Now lets see who's sorry!" She gave a jab at the stricken man's heart.
The old man gave a startling cry and fell forward; the assassin had just enough time to jump back.
Meanwhile, a servant in the mansion had been making some tea, he picked up the little tea tray and made his way to his master's room where he had been pacing about and sitting in his large chair, reading an odd letter over and over. When he reached the door of the room, he saw no guards.
He muttered to himself, "That's funny, I've never been paid in my life and I obey like a dog, paid people never do commit themselves to their masters." He knocked the door.
No answer.
He pushed the handle down, but the door was locked.
There was a startling cry inside.
"MASTER!" He banged the door, "MASTER! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT! MASTER!"
A guard came running in, "What's wrong?"
The servant cried, "My master! He's locked inside and something's happened!"
Immediately, guards began running in and bust the door open.
The servant gave a horrible scream, "AAAAHHH! MASTER'S DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!"
He bent down to pick up his dead master, "Look what you've done! You bunch of stupid, good for nothing, guards! What kind of guards are you?" He spat.
"Hurry up and call a docter… a detective! I heard there's a Li Detective in Japan… hurry up!"
"Search for the assassin! That guy has gotta be around here still! Quite lying around like lazy bums! HURRY UP!" He roared and raged around kicking the lazy guards.
"He's been killed by an assassin?" Li bent down to see the letter that was half-burnt.
The signature with the dot of blood was burnt.
"Did you have a copy?" Li frowned, turning the letter over.
"No."
Li put the letter away, "I'll take a good look at this."
"Do you know anything?"
Li turned to study the servant, "Of course, but not enough. I can't put my finger on the exact name of the assassin, that's what I'm here for of course."
"Right." The servant nodded.
"Did this man ever leave a will?" Li plucked the knife out of the wall, examining it carefully.
"No…"
"Are you a worthy master?" Li put the knife in a case.
"I… I've been a servant my whole life… but my master never had any close relatives."
Li locked the case up and, as he put a leg out the door, said, "I think you'll be a good master."
Hmm… there's no use of any stories again. How about… a story about marbles! And Li's a lousy detective. -,- I didn't have enough time to go check out a Sherlock Holmes... sorry guys.
THE MARBLES STORY
There were days when big my brother liked to lie and tease me, and I had always believed him. I saw him as someone who knew everything, and someone I had to obey… or else the floating pot that followed me would catch me and he would punish me, or the tarantula and ghosts under my bed would crawl on me and tickle me to death. And he told me that if I slept with my favorite book under my pillow, it would turn into a rock. There were times when he made up stories about ordinary things too. I remembered everything he told me, because I long for those days again. When my brother was still alive.
"What about marbles?" Sakura asked.
"They're magical." Grinned her bigger brother.
"Magical!" Sakura gasped, turning the glittering sphere in her palm.
Light danced in her eyes as she turned the marble in the sun.
"Yup." He shrugged and walked away.
"Wait! Big brother, please tell me more!" The four-year old pleaded.
"Hmm… sorry." He walked away, a broad grin on his face.
"Please! Oh please big brother! I'll do anything!" She begged.
He stopped, hope gleaming on her little face, "Anything?" He stared down at her.
"Anything!"
He stroked his chin, "How about… giving me your candy sticks."
"My… candy sticks?" She bit her lip, she loved her little candy sticks, and she liked collecting sticks of candy because she loved to taste the different flavors. Now her big brother was bargaining with her, learn about a magical marble or her collection of candy sticks? She thought, well, maybe I could make more with my magical marble.
"Ok." She sighed, running to grab her candy sticks.
She handed them to him, a bit hesitantly. She was unaware of his big, big grin now.
"Alright, here's what magical marbles do. They let you see anything you want." He walked away, stripping the wrapper of a candy stick and sucking on it ravenously.
"See anything I want?" She repeated slowly and dreamily.
She looked into the glass and thought, "I want to see my candy sticks."
And then she imagined her twelve little candy sticks, laid in a row. She saw the red one, the pink one, the purple one, the blue one, the green one, the yellow one, and then she saw the other six twisted colored ones. Drool dripped out of the edge of her mouth.
"Hey."
She snapped out of her trance.
"Does it work?" He grinned, a stick popping out of his mouth.
"YEAH! I wanted to see my candy sticks, and I saw all of them in a row! And…" She gasped as she saw her favorite pink stick popping out her brother's mouth, "And… you're eating my favorite candy stick!" She tried to grab it out of his mouth.
He stood up, "Hmph, you promised to give me your candy sticks if I told you what the marbles did."
She wailed and cried, "But… you're eating… my favorite candy… stick!"
"There's more to what they can do you know… you'd better be careful." He tried to make himself stop snickering and put on a fake, serious face.
She looked up at him, pale-faced and interested, "What?"
"They can… I shouldn't tell you." He turned away to secure his giggle.
Sakura punched him, "Tell me! Tell me!"
"Ok! But…" He looked around, and then said in a hushed voice as he crouched down, "They can do thousands of things… like make people… people… do things you want!"
Sakura gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth, "No!"
Her big brother nodded, "Yeah… and even worse… if you really want… you might be able to make people die!"
Sakura screamed in horror, clutching the marble tight, "That's…"
"So make sure you please people… or else." He warned, "They could use their magical marbles too."
"Does that mean many people have these?" She looked at the glass ball.
He stood up and walked away, leaving Sakura's awe of the ordinary marble.
The next day:
Sakura was playing with her friends, Tomoyo and three other girls.
"Do you have marbles?" Sakura asked Tomoyo.
Tomoyo nodded, "Yup, lots. I think they're really pity."
"Do you know what they can do?" Sakura's voice sounded a bit hushed.
Tomoyo nodded, "You play with 'em."
Sakura shook her head, "They're dangerous! That's what my brother told me! He said they can make people do things… or… they can kill…"
Tomoyo shook her head, "I don't think you should believe that Sakura, they're just toys."
Sakura slid her arms together, "But my big brother told me!"
Tomoyo laughed, "Your big brother? Doesn't he like to tease you?"
Sakura sighed, "Yer right…"
"Sakura-chan! Tomoyo-chan!" A girl called and waved her hand, "Come on! We're playing marbles!"
Sakura gripped her marble, I never win… I wish I could win this time.
And guess what happened. Sakura won.
There's the end of the Marble Story! When I was small, my big sister used to tease me and trick me, it was mostly because she didn't like me. I just thought, maybe Touya didn't like Sakura very much when they were small. But you know, when we're older they begin to like us better. (or maybe my sister is still lying to me…) ha ha, cheesy ending too.