August 25, 2015

Sakura exited her private lift with two of her security in front of her and the other two at her back. The two men guarding the lift outside gave a low bow and did not straighten up until she has passed by them. People at the lobby tried to catch a glimpse of the woman's face, wondering if she was a celebrity or a politician's wife. 'Or maybe she is a politician' they excitedly whispered to one another.

But it was difficult to see her face clearly because her security are all tall and of big, muscular built. They can see that the men are wearing earpieces and are talking in hushed voices while looking around the place. Their guns were exposed and it is clear to everyone that they will not tolerate meddlesome strangers.

Sakura kept her chin up as she gazed at her surroundings. She wore huge dark sunglasses, and she meant really ass-huge ones. They almost covered half of her well-sculpted cheeks. Her long hair is tied in a bun and was kept hidden under her black satin cap. She also had on a triangular black silk scarf which covers her nose to her chin. She wore a black cropped top, oversized black leather jacket with metal studs, tight-fitting black distressed denim jeans, and black military boots. If you look closer, you can see a gun holster half-hidden under her jacket. She followed her bodyguards outside where Toru was waiting for her beside the Mercedes S600 Guardian. All the hotel's personnel present at the lobby and at the driveway were in a low bow as she passed by them. She gracefully slid inside the car and settled at the backseat as Toru gently closed the door before getting in the driver's side.

The hotel personnel finally stood straight and waited for the car to leave the driveway before returning back to their work.

"Wow, who was that?" people were whispering to one another. They felt both fear and awe at the mysterious lady's presence in the lobby. It did not even last a full two minutes, despite the grandness of the hotel's huge lobby. Everything happened so quick, like this has been exactly like it was for the past few years.

Sakura removed her scarf from her face and turned to Toru.

"Hey Toru. What happened at the manor?"

"I talked to the Boss. He will see you tomorrow at lunch. He said that you have to stay with him at the manor from lunch until dinner. He misses you."

Sakura smiled. She missed her grandfather too. "Sure. Accompany me okay."

Toru gave her a quick look at the rear view mirror "Like you needed to say that. Of course, Ojou-sama"

There was a few minutes of silence before he spoke again.

"Touya-sama asked me to talk to Li before picking you up."

Sakura whipped her head to stare at Toru through the rearview mirror. She waited for him to continue.

"I reminded him to stop his investigation of you. And I handed him an invitation to the party per the Boss' instruction."

Her eyes widened at this revelation. "Toru, that is what I was planning to ask of Oyaji. I wanted to come clean to Syaoran and personally thought the party will be the best time to do that. So Oyaji knew of my plan. What a wise old man." Sakura breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart is thumping hard on her chest. So this is it. She would soon learn what will happen to her and Syaoran. Will he still accept her?

"Ojou-sama, please calm down. After years of watching him, I am sure he is not a man who will easily back down. He will fight for you."

"But will he still see me worth fighting for, Toru?" she softly whispered as she stared at the blurry moving images outside.

"There is no doubt, Ojou. Trust me." Toru replied with a firm voice, clearly hearing what Sakura just said.

After thirty minutes, Toru pulled up in front of a dark building. The guard recognized the car and the rolled steel doors moved up and Toru drove inside. He parked directly in front of the door, got out the car and opened the car door at Sakura's side. He followed her as she headed towards the elevator and proceeded to Basement 2.

"Ojou-sama"

Everyone said in a clear and loud but low voice as they drop on one knee. Sakura strolled confidently to the elevated vacant plush seat directly in front of her. There were about forty men present tonight, she thought as she sat down and crossed her legs.

"Enough." Everyone straightened up and faced her. Toru was standing behind her, a little on her right side but his face was perfectly hidden in the shadows. He was checking every single men and taking note of who they were and their appearances. He has on his earpiece and of course, his three beloved guns somewhere in his body too.

"Where is Natsume?" they shuddered at her cold voice.

Then her phone rang.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Chill, Sakura. I am at the 3rd floor. I am just making my little present for you well, a little, presentable, you see." he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes, "Get down here right now." She dropped the call and gave her mobile to Toru.

A deafening silence met her ears as she played with her ring. She was humming her favorite song and the men were getting more scared of their mistress as every minute pass by.

Ding.

She looked up and saw Kitsuneme and Mochu dragging a person out of the elevator. They were followed by Koko, Ruka, and finally, Natsume.

"Ojou! What's up, what's up!" Kitsu cheerfully called out to her.

She rolled her eyes at him and signalled him to move faster.

"Who is that piece of shit?"

"This piece of shit " Koko mimicked Sakura "is the traitor we caught a few days back, Ojou."

They threw the man near Sakura's feet and she saw that he's half dead, they have tortured him and they did a pretty good job with it too.

The man is missing a few fingers and she also noticed his bloodstained clothes were slashed at some critical parts of his body.

"How much did they pay you?" she asked him quietly.

Natsume grabbed the man's hair and lifted his face from the ground. "Ojou's asking you nicely, ain't she?" He punched him and some blood splattered around.

"20 mil. I'm sor-"

The man dropped on the floor as Sakura placed her gun back in her holster. She don't like it when she doesn't use her silencer. She got up and stared at the forty men looking her. They did not dare to stare at the dead man lying in front of their mistress.

"I do not like traitors. I called for you tonight because he belonged to your section. Take this as my very, very, very kind warning. Natsume, how many days did you took care of this shit?"

" Seven days, Ojou. 24/7. We had fun taking turns, you know. No rest." Natsume answered in a bored voice as he took his seat directly at Sakura's right side and placed his feet up on the armchair. Ruka sat on the empty seat beside Natsume, while giving Toru a friendly wave.

Koko, Kitsu, and Mochu were still checking the traitor's body, double checking if he is dead. They also made sure his pockets are empty. Then Mochu took his knife and asked Sakura "Shall I?"

"Proceed."

Mochi swiftly removed the man's arm from his elbow and held the same arm up for everyone to see. Blood spurted at one side yet they all look like it was nothing.

Everyone stared at the severed bloody arm, then they slowly turned their attention to their mistress.

She stood there emitting a deadly around her.

"Betray our trust and we will gladly kill you." She said softly.