AN: Here's chapter 2! I couldn't resist writing this. I have changed the rating for this story, just in case. There's a bit of smut in this chapter, so beware.

Kaijuu Monster (Sakura's affectionate nickname from her brother.)

Disclaimer: I write for the sole purpose of entertainment. I do not own CCS, Clamp does.

A small smile played on Sakura's face as her thoughts returned to the previous night. He had been a rich one, that boy. She could hardly believe her luck as she had gleefully pulled out a rather thick stash of hundreds; easy money. A pinch of concern flitted through her; what if the boy had needed that cash? What if he had been saving up for something important? She shook her head quickly and rid of her thoughts, determined to brush aside all regret. Sakura unconsciously glanced at the locked cabinet beside her bed. She had no doubt it was nearly filled to the brim with all the snagging she had been doing. It wasn't as if she needed it, really! Her family was well-off as it was. But ever since Tomoyo had introduced her into the world of the five-finger discount, Sakura realized she had been bestowed with the gift of nimble fingers and a speedy dash. It wasn't even about the little profits she received anymore; she did it for just the hell of it. It was fun; it was exhilarating, it was the something she had always wanted in her boring, straight-forward life.

"Kaijuu!" The annoyingly innocent voice of her older brother, Touya, rang out.

Somehow, Sakura still narrowed her eyes and placed her arms on her hips with a huff every time Touya called her that. It didn't matter that he had picked up that nickname for her since she was three. She hadn't meant to run into him with her tiny little body, crushing his toes in the process, after all. Touya had even pointedly brought up the incident whenever he could, and it irked her to no end.

"Kaijuu," He repeated once more, all traces of mockery removed from his voice, "it's time for dinner!"

Sakura bolted from her soft pink comforters not wanting to be told a third time.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

As soon as she reached the bottom step, a delicious aroma sifted through her nostrils. Sakura sighed contently; she was in a rather nice mood today. Touya stepped out from the kitchen to where Sakura stood.

"Oy! Can you be any slower? Dinner will be cold by the time you reach the table!"

She playfully scowled at him which he returned by sticking out his tongue at her. Yet obediently, Sakura hurried in her steps to the table and found her favorite meal staring back at her, Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo.

"Dad made it just for you! Eat up!"

Sakura looked to the head of table where her father, a gentle and kind man in his late thirties sat. He smiled at her to which she beamed lovingly back. She didn't quite understand how a man who'd lost his wife so tragically had managed to spend his days a cheerful and optimistic person, but here he was and Sakura loved him for it. She twirled the spaghetti in her fork forming a small cocoon around it before placing it in her mouth. It was delicious. She savored the taste of the magnificent chicken and pasta, delighted in making sure she tasted each and every morsel.

"Thanks dad!"

"Thank you dad," her father corrected her. Sakura flushed lightly at her mistake. "Sakura? Dear, you look a bit different today." The man tilted his head slightly, peering down at her. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused. What did dad mean by that? It was then she heard a soft clutter of utensils.

"Your necklace!" Touya howled, "Kaijuu, you aren't wearing it!"

Sakura's hand immediately shot to her neck, expecting her fingers to brush against the cool metal. But instead, she felt nothing. She paled almost instantaneously, her heartbeat quickening until she felt she could no longer breathe. Where was it!

"O-oh. I must have taken it off in the shower. It's probably in the bathroom!" Her words came out rather rushed and her stomach churned uncomfortably. She had to find it! Avoiding the strange looks the pair sent her, Sakura ate hastily. Stuffing her mouth with the last bit of food, she muttered a quick thanks to her father before sprinting up the stairs. Vaguely she heard the soft chuckle of her brother from the kitchen.

"Kaijuu's these days. You'd think she was hiding a boy in her room or something!"

Her father's deep chuckle sounded, but Sakura was not focused on this. Furiously, she searched through the deepest corners of her room. 'C'mon…c'mon…where did I put it! I haven't taken it off, have I?' It was after a good ten minutes when a trodden Sakura collapsed onto her bed, her eyes brimmed with fresh tears. Her room was now messier than usual, clothes strewn over her desktop and drawers that lay forgotten and open.

"I couldn't have lost it! Mother's only gift…" She wailed desperately. She buried her head in her hands, willing herself not to cry. 'I have to find it! I just have to think! Where could it be?' A rush of thoughts breezed through her mind and Sakura concentrated with all her might for any possibilities. Then abruptly it stopped. She paused.

The boy! The boy from last night! Sakura had been so eager with escaping; she hadn't realized he must have had pulled it off when he tried to reach for her! Her heart sped up at the thought and she quickly raced to her jacket to retrieve the cabinet key. With shaky hands, Sakura fumbled with the small lock that held her away from her answers. When she had finally gotten it open, she fiercely dug through the piles of money, keys and ID's she'd gotten from weeks of pick-pocketing. Upon touching a rich, black leather wallet, Sakura pulled it out with renewed determination. She tore it open carelessly, not caring as the neatly stacked cash spilled out onto the floor.

Yes! His identification and cell phone number were both there. Oh thank heavens; it really must have been her lucky day.

The small silver chain dangled innocently in his hand. Syaoran glared at the annoyingly offensive piece of jewelry. He was annoyed that he'd been robbed; he was annoyed he'd been robbed by a girl; he was annoyed he hadn't been able to do a thing and he was annoyed he couldn't remember what she looked like. Syaoran had no idea how he was going to find her, but when he did, he'd definitely return her little favor.

He hadn't spoken since the incident, not to one person. Even when Eriol had made the slightest attempt to start a conversation, all he received in return was a heavy door slammed in his face. So how do you think Syaoran was feeling? In one summed-up word, annoyed.

He swung the chain in a wide arc, why had he kept it? He could have, no, should have, disposed of it the moment he realized she was gone. Syaoran glanced down at the wing-shaped charm, wondering what was so unique about it. It looked ordinary, and dare he say, plain. Flipping it over, his eyes widened in fascination as he spotted little engravings, delicately carved into the white gold.

'To my dearest angel; my cherry blossom, Sakura K.'

He rolled his eyes. How sappy. But the question was; why hadn't he noticed it earlier? His heart leaped as he realized he was now a step closer into finding her identity. There couldn't have been that many 'Sakura K's in Tokyo; were there?

Feeling oddly refreshed, Syaoran rolled out of his silk sheets and stretched lewdly. 'Time to find Rika,' he thought, 'she usually accesses the Clan's database anyway.' But as he reached for the door handle, a shrill ring interrupted the tranquil silence of the Li household. He glanced at the intruding noise to find it was his cell phone. Who would be calling now; his parents, his friends?

Syaoran strode over to his marble desk and frowned at the foreign number. It was his private line, not many others had the number, so who was calling him?

"Li Syaoran speaking."

"H-Hello?" It was a female. Her voice was unusually squeaky and high-pitched, none that he recognized.

"…What?"

"Um…this is…" she paused, "the girl who robbed you."

Syaoran wasn't sure that he'd heard correctly. This couldn't have been a prank, could it? Since when did robbers contact the robbed? He mulled over this a second longer before realization hit him like an anvil. He growled.

"Takashi, you shithead! What kinda joke is this!"

The person on the other line coughed and cleared their throat, and then there was laughter.

"Damn, you got us. Sorry Syaoran, we couldn't resist."

"Fuck you assholes." And he hung up.

Those retards just didn't know when to stop. He was pissed. Syaoran clutched onto his phone with an iron grip, ready to chuck it out at the nearest window. Then it rang again. He didn't even bother to check the number this time; it was probably them again.

"Look, you fucks, this isn't funny so get it through your goddamned heads and –"

"Excuse me, Li Syaoran was it? Stop running your big mouth and listen for a second."

This time, Syaoran was confident it was a girl. Her voice was melodic and feminine.

"…Who are you?"

"Sakura Kinomoto, the girl who robbed you last night. Ring a bell?"

So this really was her. His friends couldn't have possibly known her name when they hadn't even seen her. Miracles really did happen. What else could explain his situation? His mind began processing thoughts of how he'd take vengeance on her, but he was interrupted.

"Hello? Stop spacing out! I just wanted to ask if you have a necklace, one with a winged charm."

"…No." was his curt reply.

Then it was quiet, was she still on the phone? He opened his mouth to speak, but a sniffle made him hesitate. Was she crying?

"I-I was so sure you had it! What am I g-gonna do now!" she wailed pitifully.

Ugh, she was a freaking crybaby; just what he needed. His finger shifted onto the 'End' button but somehow his consciousness seemed to have momentarily taken over.

"…Okay, okay. I have it, now stop crying. It's irritating."

Her mood perked at his words.

"Really? Really, really! Can you bring it back! My address is –," he interrupted her.

"Look, girl. I'm not doing you any damned favors. You robbed me, remember? If anything, I should report you!"

She groaned, knowing her hobby would someday haunt her.

"Please…" Sakura chided, stretching the word. She was now beyond desperate, but she had to have it back.

Syaoran had half a mind ending the phone call and erasing her existence both figuratively and literally. He could kill her and no body would ever find out. Then he realized this would be the perfect opportunity for him to exact his revenge. He proceeded in giving her his address.

"You have exactly 30 minutes to get here..."

"…But it's halfway across town!"

"Then have fun searching through every local garbage can tomorrow."

He hung up, a devious smile etching his features. Syaoran looked considerably happier than he had been in the last 24 hours. It was time to play.

She scrambled out of her home, still clad in pajamas. Sakura didn't care though, she needed her necklace back! In her hands was a small slip of paper, his address; her ticket to her beloved mother. She sprinted onto the next block, a busier street, and hailed for a taxi. Any driver who saw a young female waving her arms frantically would pity her, right? Right. Within seconds, she found herself leaning against the smelly interior of a taxi cab. Sakura's shoulders sagged with relief as she thrust the address to the man and urged him to drive faster.

It was a good 20 minutes, 26 minutes to be exact, when Sakura found herself in a part of town she had never been to. It wasn't the slums, no. In fact, it was far from that! The houses, or mansions; whichever you wanted to refer them to, were impossibly large. In the back of her mind, Sakura vaguely wished she lived in the area, but her mind was currently focused on the mission at hand. Sakura nervously glanced at the digital clock, 9:56 PM. The numbers seemed to stare menacingly at her. She had four minutes! An irritated man honked the car horn, hurray for late night traffic…

"How far is Cherry Grove from here?"

"4 blocks down."

At the next moment, the man saw a confetti of bills thrown at him. The taxi shook as the door slammed close and he briefly took a glimpse of the blur that sped down the street.

"Kids these days have no patience…" He sighed, disappointed, but the corners of his lips tugged upwards as he counted the amount she'd left him with.

'100, 200, 300, 400, 500 easy bucks! All in a good days work.'

He spotted a small figure, running. Was that her? He noted she had mid-length auburn hair. It flew behind her as she ran, leaving her to gasp for air every few seconds. Syaoran watched, amused, as the girl neared. Glancing down at his diamond-encrusted Rolex, he yawned, covering his mouth, hiding his smirk.

"You're late, girl. It's 10:03."

Sakura panted, leaning against his shoulder for support.

"S-Sorry" she wheezed.

"Too bad, I specifically told you, half an hour. You're late. You don't really want the necklace do you?" He shrugged her arm off, leaving her to stumble forward, grabbing hold of his steel gates. Syaoran turned back to his palace of a home and began walking with no means of stopping.

"W-Wait! Please! I really need it back!"

He turned around and saw she was trying her hardest to catch her breath. Taking the allotted time to study her features, he saw he had been correct. She wasn't half bad at all. In fact, she was pretty hot. He watched as her hand reached up to wipe the small beads of sweat that had formed over her faultless complexion. Giving her the once-over, he decided she was about Meiling's height, 5'5", up to his shoulders. When he saw her breasts, he wondered why he hadn't noticed them last night. Suddenly, Syaoran was hungry. Not for food, not for revenge, but a different hunger altogether. His amber eyes darkened with lust and lifted his arm, bidding her to follow him. She looked at him, curiously, confused and cautiously.

'This is for mom.' she told herself. Then, she followed.

As she trailed behind him on the driveway, she saw that his home was even larger up close. She clenched her jaw to prevent from gaping and followed him through the beautifully polished oak doors. But as soon as she had stepped foot through them, she realized she was now openly slobbering over his marble floors. How could a person live in something so exquisite? It must have been a mirage! However, she knew it was all real when someone so rudely interrupted her sight-seeing.

"Flies will get in, you know?"

Sakura flushed, embarrassed, and clamped her mouth shut. She followed him quietly up the crystallized staircase. Suspecting the handrails were made of pure gold, she was too afraid to touch it, in case she tarnished it or something. He didn't seem to notice her inner battle for he himself was trying hard to hold onto what little self-control he had left. It took him nearly all his strength from ravishing the pretty teen, right there.

A few moments later, Syaoran found himself grasping the door handle (quite harshly at that), before pushing the door open. Before him lay his private sanctuary, though he admit; he had had a handful of females in there with him before. She entered after him, sucking in a breath at the luxurious vibe it emitted.

Sakura knew instantly his favorite color was green. The silky sheets on his bed had told her that. They were a deep forest green, covered by a white comforter. She somewhat wished she was laying with him in it, for she wasn't blind. Syaoran Li was gorgeous. Horrified at her thoughts, she scolded herself for wanting a quick tumble with a guy she'd just met; one that she had robbed at that.

"Sleep with me."

She was supposed to stop thinking like that, hello. Guys like that was way out of her league. She supposed she was decent looking herself, but compared to him, she was probably just plain ugly. Wait. That wasn't her. Sleep with him? Did she really hear him right?

"W-what?" she stammered.

"I said, sleep with me." He repeated nonchalantly.

Her head snapped up to him, seeing he was actually serious. Though she would have loved to jump up and down while screaming 'yes!', she didn't.

"I-I just came to g-get my necklace back…" Sakura flushed a deep red and desperately wished she wasn't. Nobody had ever asked her so bluntly to have sex. She watched as he sat on his bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Then kiss me. You want this necklace back don't you?" He lifted her familiar chain tauntingly.

'Just one kiss' she thought and hesitantly took a few steps forward. Her heartbeat had dramatically quickened, it wasn't as if she'd never kissed a guy. She told herself to calm down, not succeeding in the slightest.

She was standing right in front of him, unsure of what to do. With him seated, he was beneath her. She leaned down slowly and halted merely an inch from his face. His fingers reached up to her chin, grasping it and pulling her into him. Their lips met in a searing kiss as her lips crashed onto his. Sakura found their positions quickly swapped as he was now on top. 'These sheets are really as soft as they seemed' was her last thought before all rational thought fled. Instead, she was replaced with a passion she didn't know she had.

Her lips parted slightly and he determined it was her consent. His tongue skillfully darted in, mingling with hers. Eliciting a small moan from her throat that seemed to send chills down his spine, his hands began wandering. He lifted the bottom of her shirt, slipping through. She had soft skin. Sakura involuntarily shuddered at the cool sensation that suddenly invaded her. But it felt so good, too good.

It was only suppose to be a brief kiss, but Sakura decided she would kiss him just a little longer. Her hands were running through his hair, tugging and pulling, making it messier than it already was. It must have been a crime for someone to kiss this well…

They broke apart moments later, both flushed and out of breath. His hands retreated from her globes of flesh and she soon found them wrapped against her neck. She vaguely heard a clasp lock into place. Reaching for the cool sensation that trailed down towards her chest, she smiled contently. It was her necklace!

"T-Thank –." But before she could finish her phrase, Sakura found herself pressed against him. He seized her lips once more, kissing her brutally. Oddly, she liked it. Sakura responded with all she had, taking control. Soon they found themselves tumbling around the sheets, resulting in her dominance. She felt him reaching for her draw-string pajama pants, and she didn't stop him.

The door suddenly burst open.

"Syaoran! We're sorry! We brought beer –"

Sakura's eyes snapped open, beyond horrified. Immediately she bolted from him, staring at the small audience they now had. Syaoran growled at them, who were smirking. He glanced at Sakura and was inwardly pleased with her disheveled appearance.

"B-Bye!" she squeaked. Scrambling, Sakura scurried out the door, throwing a little black object behind her. It was his wallet.

The group grew still, putting two and two together, and then the front door banged shut.

"She's the one who robbed you!" Meiling screeched.

"Yo man, how was she? She's hot." Eriol grinned, his mind suddenly filled with perverse thoughts.

Syaoran only smirked at them, not offering any information.

"Rika, search the database for a 'Sakura Kinomoto'. I'm gonna pay her a visit soon."

AN: Check out 'Miracles' by the way. So how was this chapter? Let me know what you guys think. I'll really appreciate it if you decide to review this story! They seriously motivate me, a lot. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be posting these! So thanks for all the support.

Until next time,

Descension.