Hey, bad news guys. My laptop broke down and we cant fix it… so I can only update every other Saturday when I come over to my dad's office. So I'm really sorry!

Disclaimer: Naw, sad I know, but I don't own CCS…hold me!

Summary: He met her one day and felled in love with that smile of hers. But then, he discovered her true identity. An assassin. The worst thing is that HE was her next prey…

Title: Dangerous Love

Syaoran grunted quietly as he lay on the white sofa, which was now dyed red by the thin trail of blood that was running down the side of his stomach.

"Eeps! Sorry!" Sakura said apologetically as she tried hard not to wince at the sight of blood.

After dabbing some more medicine with a piece of cotton on the wound she wrapped it up with some rolled-up bandage and beamed when she saw the blood had stop.

Syaoran said a small thanks and tried to get up, but having some difficulties with the overly used bandage.

'Maybe I should tell forget ever dreaming on becoming a nurse,' he thought dryly as he peered down at the messily wrapped bandage.

"Here, let me help you," she offered and brought one of his arms around her shoulder and tried to help him stand.

Syaoran blushed slightly as he felt her soft breast came in contact to his sides.

'Chill down man,' he scolded inwardly, 'it's not the first time you feel a woman's breast!'

'But it's the first time on someone you might like,' a voice inside his head said.

"Do you want to stay for dinner? Cause you really should rest your body," Sakura asked while eyeing his stomach worriedly, she bit on her lower lip.

Syaoran looked at her and thought darkly, 'as long as she could cook better then she could wrap.' But on the surface he smiled and nodded slowly, "sure, that sounds good."

Sakura beamed again as she hurried into the kitchen and started preparing a dinner for two.

He lay down again and sighed deeply. 'Who is that girl? And what does she want to do with me? I better watch my back carefully these days.' He closed his eyes and tried to remember her features.

'Ok, she had a black mask on. A hot pair of black leather suit that outlines her sexy curves—hey, hey don't go off the topic! Like I was saying, black leather suit, long hair tied in a high ponytail…and her eyes… they were emerald. Emerald? Wait, isn't that the same colour eyes as—'

A shriek snapped Syaoran from his thoughts as he rushed into the kitchen only to be overcome by the black smoke.

"Sakura!" he shouted and saw her beside the oven running back and forth. He heard her talking in a panicky voice, "what should I do! What should I do?" over and over again.

Syaoran coughed out as he ran into the kitchen and turn off the oven.

"What happened?"

"Oh, you saved me!" Sakura whimpered softly as she flung her arms around his neck.

"There, there," he comforted her and rubbed her back, as he tried not to smell to horrible odor coming from the oven.

She sniffed and rubbed her teary eyes before crying out, "oh no! The chicken!"

Sakura looked around for a pair of oven mitts and opened the oven door. A sickening burnt smell surrounded the now brunt chicken.

"Noo! My chicken is ruined!" she cried as she sobbed sadly.

"Hey, it's ok Sakura, I will still eat it," Syaoran offered

She looked at him with tearful eyes and whimpered hopefully, "really?"

'Oh shit, what have I get myself into now,' he thought, forcing a weak smile on his face.

'Dear God, Lord, The Almighty, Santa Claus! I've been a very good boy this year; just let me survive this evening!' "Of course."

Sakura sniffed once more and smiled. "Ok then, go sit down in the dining and I will bring this chicken over to you."

Syaoran nodded as he started walking—quite stiffly if I may add—out the kitchen.

Sakura turned around and peered out the room and called out to him.

"Oh, and Syaroan?"

He turned his head slowly, a smile plastered on his face, "yeah?"

"Thank you." She beamed and it melted his heart.

He gave a more relaxed look and smiled back, "no probs. Now hurry up, or I will starve to death!"

"Oh, right!" she gasped and went back in.

Syaoran chuckled softly and seated himself on the dinning room chair. His eyes surveyed the room, taking in the sunny colours that surrounded him.

"Here it is!" Sakura said in a sing-song voice as she proudly hold the porcelain plate with blue flower prints, that held the black chicken, with cherry blossom oven mitts.

She walked over towards him, but accidentally tripped on her long, pink apron and the chicken went flying across the room landing a SPLAT on the dinner table.

"Oops," Sakura uttered meekly.

Syaoran said nothing and stared at the chicken, now less appetizing then before—if it's even possible.

He picked up a knife and fork in each hand and continued to stare at it, as if hoping it would disappear—not hoping, wishing.

He slowly, started cutting the black chicken meat—having some difficulties since it was brunt—and using his fork, he picked up the meat and gulped.

In a slow motion he lifted the fork and brought it to his mouth. Shutting his eyes tight, he open his once clenched mouth and put it in, then took out the fork.

Syaoran spit out the meat and roared in rage, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" He pushed the chicken off the table—the plate shattering.

Sakura murmured timidly as she crouched into the corner shaking in fear as he slowly advanced on her.

"Please, I'm sorry, Syaoran."

"Sorry isn't enough to forget that fouled taste in my mouth!" he spit, glaring at her tear-streaked face.

"Syaoran, syaoran, SYAORAN!" Sakura said, waving her hand in front of his face, snapping him away from his fantasy.

"Uh, yeah?" he asked, thanking heavens that didn't happen, and hoping dearly that it won't.

"Um, well, you weren't moving your fork," she answered disappointed, pointing at the still utensils that was gripped tightly in his hand.

Syaoran looked down on his hand and tried not to tremble. "Oh, sorry! I was… just lost in thought," he let out a small, nervous laugh, before cutting the meat and bringing it towards his mouth.

Gulping once more, he stuffed it in, and started to chew.

He really, really wanted to vomit right there and then, but when he saw Sakura looking at him expectantly he swallowed it and said, "its…crispy."

Seeing her sad, confused looks he added, "as in good crispy."

Sakura let out a squeal of happiness before hugging him, tightly. "I will try some too then!"

"NO!" Syaoran shouted.

"Huh?"

"I mean, it's so good I want to finish it all!" 'Shit. Did those words came out of my mouth! Noooo!'

Syaoran grabbed the whole chicken by his hands—trying not to cry, he started chomping on it. After a few minutes his head hit the table with a thump.

'I think I'm going to die…'

Sakura looked so thankful, she might even cry. "THANK YOU! I will make you dinner everyday from now on!"

"ARE YOU—" Syaoran was interrupted by his stomach as he ran outside and back home.

Sakura looked after him confused, but shrugged and hummed happily to herself, as she cleared off the table and started washing the dishes.

That night, Syaoran spent 2 hours in the bathroom thinking, ' do I have to spent the rest of my life eating food as deadly as hers? If "food" can kill…'

Finished! It was a pretty pointless chapter but whatever. I wanted some humor this time. Next chapter Black Blossom will return again making the story more serious than it is now! WAY more serious! Stay tuned!

Middy