AN: Okie, today's probably gonna be the last day of my life (school resumes tomorrow...waaaaaah!!!!!) So updates will come over in Saturdays or Sundays..... Teachers harrass my nerves......
And to my beloved reviewers.....
Noelle Smith the Snow Queen: I'll continue.... don't worry.... You don't need to beg!!! –goes into frenzied panic- Btw, I feel like I know you somewhere –grins evilly- he...he...
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FunFlirtyFlute: -thinks things over- Eto..... I don't think I've ever heard of that movie.... Demo, I'd like to watch it....! Thanks for the enlightenment!
Fantasies-Within: Reviews always trigger me to update! –eyes sparkle- You'll read Syaoran pretty soon.... Maybe he'll appear in this chapter.... But then again, maybe not.... tee...hee... Oooh... and I already did drop by some of your fics.... I have a tendency to do that.... I absolutely heart them!!!!! Though I think I only reviewed in the most recent fic I read..... His Footprints, ne?..... I'm a lazy girl..... I have this weird notion that clicking over to login in fanfiction takes a tremendous amount of energy..... By the way, as an add-on to that review...... should I still add more adjectives? I don't think my review did justice to your work..... XD... So you're a Gemini? ..... I'm a Pisces.... weee!!!
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Warnings: AU, and major, major OOC's
Reminders: This is not a crossover. No matter how many characters that come from a wide variety of animes I place in this story. I simply do not like OC's. (since I'm no good in making one)
Fiction Rating: T
Summary: She will become Japan's greatest weapon, as long as she falls in love.
He is China's greatest hope, and chance of survival, until he falls victim into a power not even he, as a general of China's greatest battalion, could defeat. He is China's strongest man, until he finds himself falling in love. To his greatest enemy...
Disclaimer: When I'm old, dying and probably rich, I might own CCS (and all those other anime characters)..... But for now, my mind is only set in dreaming..... –sighs-
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IV. WEEPS
I'm sorry.
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Haruhi Fujioka sighed as she watched Eriol hand over some files to his assistant and told him to leave the room immediately.
Her eyes trailed the assistant's movement until the door had long closed behind him. "Must you act so coldly to an assistant, Eriol?"
She turned around to be met by the man's supercilious smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
She bit her lip as she weaved her way in the rather overly-furnished office. She settled down with a sigh on one of the plush couches that faced the doctor's mahogany desk. "Sure you don't."
Eriol, at the very least, had the decency to look thoughtful. "I don't trust him."
"If you don't, why didn't you turn him down?" She inquired.
That smile, again. "You know Kabuto. Refusing him would be..... Not even I could refuse that intolerable bastard."
"Frankly, I, too, do wonder...... You could have gotten that Len Tsukimori kicked out the moment he stepped into your office.... So, why didn't you do it?"
"Your queries tire me, Haruhi," Eriol said, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. A headache was well on the way. "But, to be blunt, that man is just plain perfect."
"Which implies?"
"Whenever I do try to get him into some mess so that I could be given reson to fire the guy, he ends up getting out of it easily. Quickly, too. I think he's starting to become suspicious of me, as well. If he keeps on prying like this, he might be able to find out about 24KU12A."
If Haruhi wasn't brought up properly, her eyes would have bulged out of their sockets. "You didn't tell him about the test subject?!"
At this, Eriol smirked. "As far as my little Tsukimori-kun is concerned, 24KU12A is just a subject who survived one of the government's failed 'against-the-law-experiments.' All he knows is that the government is trying to keep her existence a secret, lest the authories find out about it."
"Really, Eriol," the brunette said, shaking her head. "If you don't stop this now, you'd be digging a big enough hole to bury yourself in."
"I've got everything covered, Dr. Haruhi Fujioka. No need to worry about it. Japan would do better without him..... I just have to somehow find a flaw in him, somewhere......"
Haruhi could have laughed. "I get it. It's not that you don't want to fire him, it's just that you can't fire him."
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"Very well. Meeting adjourned," a rough, manly voice declared as everyone started to stand up one by one, to give pats and exchange words in the lines of congratulations to the still seated Hatori Sohma.
Hatori, on the other hand, didn't bother to listen to any of those compliments. Just an occasional nod and grunt here and there to tell them that he was listening and that he appreciated it. Another article added to his already growing pile of lies.
On an extremely spur-of-the-moment notion to, at the very least, protect his friend's feelings, Hatori had, for the past hour and a half, lied through his teeth about the condition of 24KU12A.
He had told those scientists, who were dumb enough to believe him, that his patient, while sure to be in love, had forgotten the man she had felt it for. He also told them, that the only thing she remembered was that the man had brown hair. He decided that that would be a safe enough bet, as most people, or scientists and subjects in the laboratory, for that matter, had brown hair.
So now, the scientists have decided to leave it to the subject to remember, relying on the absurd fact that she cannot forget the face of the man she fell in love with.
Hatori didn't care for all of them. Or for what they thought was true. He didn't care for any of their opinions just like they didn't care for him or for 24KU12A. Hatori knew that all they ever cared about was their names in a golden plaque of recognition that would declare their usefulness to Japan. Thus, this 'special treatment.'
Hatori knew that they were, by all means, very disposable. He could even only count with his fingers the scientists who did know something on this project, other that what the government had permitted to be released. All others were just as clueless as the Japanese citizens themselves.
His train of thought was cut off when he received a rather familiar pat on his back.
When his eyes started to focus, he saw Shigure Sohma's face grinning down at him.
"Well, well, umedetou gozaimas, 'Tori," the man declared, still grinning.
Hatori merely raised an eyebrow as he stood up from his chair, to see the conference room totally deserted. So much for special treatment.
Shigure followed him like a dog on the leash as he started walking out of the room.
"I'm sure, Ayame would be very glad to hear about this wonderful development, ne?"
If anything, Shigure seemed unfazed with his glare.
"You will not say anything to Ayame about this," Hatori ordered coldly, as his mind shuddered at the many phone calls, flowers and gifts he might receive from his (for the lack of a better term) childish friend once he found out about this.
"But 'Tori," Shigure pretended to whine. "You won't deny Ayame of this privilege, will you?"
A grunt.
"After all, this is Japan's triumph."
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Syusuke Fuji had ordered the calvary to stop once he caught sight of the border of East Japan.
He was resting in his tent when his blue-haired, bespectacled second-in-command came in with a smirk.
"Yes, Oshitari?" Fuji said, turning his chair around to face the man.
Oshitari Yuushi smirked again before settling down into one of the chairs beside his general.
"The men in both your army and Syaoran's are ready, for your orders of attack. But the captains are troubled. There seems to be, as the spies on the border have reported, great unusual activities in East Japan. It's as if something.... some news or happening...... is making the Japanese soldiers enthusiastic."
"Indeed," the honey-haired general said, thoughtfully staring at the map of Japan sitting at about five feet away from him. "This point in time will determine the outcome of this war. And Japan....They seem to be in great spirits. But it doesn't matter. I will break them."
"And Syaoran?" Oshitari asked.
"We will attack once he gets back," Fuji said idly, taking his dagger out by its hilt.
"You don't think he is going to be successful in seeking information, do you?"
There was a hint of smugness in his voice, too obvious than not.
"Tell me, Oshitari, what do you think?" Fuji asked, calmly playing with the dagger and acting like it wasn't some weapon that could kill when it wanted to.
"Japan's people maybe be fools, but they are not stupid," Oshitari answered, smirking. "Even with Kabuto's help, Syaoran might not get the information he wants....."
"Correction," Fuji said, cutting him off. "Syaoran will not get the information he wants. If seven well-trained spies can't, then, Syaoran, who was only trained to fight and command armies will certainly not be able to."
"So why did you let him go?"
It was Fuji's turn to smirk. "If you don't know the answer to that, Oshitari, then you do not know me."
Of course.... The answer came, quick as lightning. Fuji, as Oshitari and most of China is well-aware of, is a sadist, by nature.
"Still, I would've expected you to anticipate that Syaoran would, at least, have even the smallest amount of valuable information when he gets back. You wouldn't want to be wasting time for nothing, would you?"
"We're in no hurry, Oshitari," Fuji said, smiling. "Wine tastes best when you let it sit still for some moments before you drink."
"It will also get spoiled if you wait for too long," Oshitari reminded him.
At this, Fuji laughed.
"Oh, you do amuse me so, Oshitari."
Oshitari scoffed, but tried to stay in topic. "You really expect Syaoran to be running back to us without anything at all?"
Fuji picked up his dagger as he shrugged. "Doesn't matter." He raised his dagger and aimed it at the center of the map of Japan, where the seat of government, marked by Japan's emblem was drawn in detail. "Whether or not Syaoran is successful with his spying, Japan will fall." His dagger cleanly hit the government building.
For a person who just threw a weapon across the tent to hit an extremely miniscule building perfectly, Fuji, Oshitari decided, looked extremely normal.
But his worries disappeared when Fuji turned his head to him and smiled. "Vena, vedi, vecchi."
Oshitari smirked.
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TBC...
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"Vena, vedi, vecchi" is some phrase I got from some book, which, translated to the glorious beauty of English means "I came, I saw, I conquered." ..................... Come to think of it, I don't own that phrase, either.
Just a reminder to you all.... Fuji is not the antagonist, here..... Honestly, he's not..... So Fuji fans (I'm a Fuji fan myself....) don't go jumping to conclusions..... okay?
Uhhhhh... I'm starting to think that I'm dragging too much characters from other anime shows to this fic.... What do you think?....
Oh yes.... and do comment. Leaving a review for the fic is healthy..... At least I think it is....
Always remember, a review a day keeps muscle pains and writer's block away...
Signed and sealed,
Blue-feathered Wings