Deathly Games

Author's Note:

Title: Deathly Games

Author: Kanata Saionji.

Genre: Mystery/Romance/Family/Thriller

Story Line: Shaoran Li, the most famous as well as the youngest Private Eye is assigned the job of protecting the would-be heiress to a vast fortune—Sakura Kinomoto. A sense of foredoom befalls our young detective as he undertakes a deathly vacation to the Hill house of the Amamiyas—Nadeshiko Kinomoto's maiden home, which is surrounded by something more than the beautiful climate and nature. How can a young detective stand against the greatest Automobile Empire of the Amamiya family…?

Disclaimer: The Author does not own the characters. Everything is the sole property of whomsoever it was created by. However the story, in the general version, belongs to the Author.

Author's words: Enjoy the story to its extreme and please, the readers can make any sort of comment. Anonymous reviews are welcomed.

Story…

'He'll take care of you,' said a tall middle aged man with bright brunette hair and wearing spectacles. The brunette teenager standing in front of him looked up at him and threw death glares at him, her emerald eyes sharpening in the process. She walked a few paces and stopping right before her father said, 'but dad, what if it lands him in trouble too?'

'He's a detective, honey,' said her father, 'he'd be fine and if he's fine, he'll protect you, first thing'.

'How can you be so sure?' asked the teenager, her lips pouted.

'Well,' said her father and placing his hands lightly on her shoulders, said 'that's what detectives do and he's a ruddy good one too'.

Sakura smiled weakly hoping that everything was going to be fine like what her father always says.

Episode 5

Accident: Then and Now

A raven haired was standing outside a door that read "Headmistress". He always dreaded going in there. It's not like he didn't like receiving all those scholarships and prizes, but the fact still remains that she always made him sit down and tell her what's in his mind all the time. He had been sick and tired of being treated something different and he knew why she always treated him like that. The answer was so simple that he cursed himself for getting to it very late: his mother.

Yes, he figured that one out when he was standing outside the Headmistress's office early—earlier than she would've expected as he caught some of the conversation that she was having with his mother in her phone.

'Yes, I'll take good care of him ma'am,' the headmistress had said, 'he is after all the son of the most generous parents ever, why wouldn't I treat him better? Yes ma'am… right, I wouldn't let him know… of course… good-bye then…'

He had felt so sick when he realized that his mother was paying money for taking care of him when she could've easily done it herself. He had never hated his mother but had always liked his father better. There were many reasons that made him believe that even his father only liked his wife. Now, taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door of his headmistress's.

The door opened and his headmistress, a plump old lady in her late forties with short grey hair, pulled him inside with a grip that he didn't recognize. He was asked to sit down and he realized that his headmistress, Ms. Cameron Whitebell, was actually crying. He was not shocked. He was actually surprised that she was crying.

'Ms. Whitebell?' he called uncertainly, 'are you alright, ma'am?'

'Oh, Eriol,' she cried and sitting down to get a better ground, said in a chocking voice, 'your parents… they…'

'What happened ma'am?' asked Eriol standing up but he didn't want her to finish her sentence.

Just then the phone in Ms. Whitebell's table gave a huge creak and started ringing. The two looked at it, each with a different expression on their face: Ms. Whitebell, shocked as though the phone had shouted at her or something and the look that Eriol gave was unreadable. The headmistress was in no state to answer the phone, so deciding for the best, Eriol picked it up and said, 'Hello, Ms. Cameron Whitebell's office…'

And wasn't he surprised to hear his grandfather Masaki's worried voice through the receiver. But surprise would have been an understatement for what his grandfather was about to say.

'Eriol?' called the old man and Eriol could almost feel him by his side.

'Grandpa?' replied Eriol, his azure eyes behind the spectacles showing the first signs of surprise.

'I'm coming right away, don't you worry one bit!' said his grandfather rendering the raven haired more confused than ever he was in his life. Eriol looked at his Headmistress uncertainly and asked into the phone, 'grandpa, what happened?'

'What?' asked the old man, 'you mean, you don't know?'

Now, Eriol was mad. What do they think they are doing? How can they expect me to know anything without telling me what it is?

'What are you all talking about?' shouted Eriol, his nerve finally breaking, 'What happened?'

Then, he heard a small sob from the phone and the next second he heard the most fateful news he had ever heard in his life, 'Eriol, both Syusuke and Ryu and all your aunts and uncles, they… they were on their way to Switzerland for a conference in the family's personal flight, and it… it seemed to have had some fault in it… '

Eriol didn't want to hear the finish of that story. He replaced the receiver back in the phone and his eyes dazed turned to his headmistress and said in an oddly husky voice, 'ma'am I have to return to class… Mr. Brooke would be really angry if I were to be late… '

With that Eriol left an utterly confused Cameron Whitebell in the room alone with her sorrowful thoughts and pity for the teenager.

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'Sakura?' called a worried female voice, 'Can you hear me Sakura?'

'Is she going to be fine?' asked a male with a collected and serene voice.

'Of course,' replied a voice, which was warm and significant, 'she's just knocked out… she should be up and about in no time Mr. Hiragiizawa'.

'Hiragiizawa?' thought the brunette lying on the bed with nearly three people surrounding her. She opened her emerald eyes and caught a glimpse of a doctor with handsome locks of blonde hair talking to two raven haired teenagers whom Sakura knew by sight. But before she could call them, they spoke again.

'How's Mr. Chan?' asked Eriol, still collected and serene, with not a touch of worry or anxiety in his voice.

The doctor shrugged and said, 'he'll be fine but… well, he was the one who took the full impact of the hit…'

'Hit?' thought Sakura and memories raced back into her mind as though on fast forward. She could remember the swerve that Shaoran took at the edge of the cliff and then something that her body remembered: just as she cowered below to the seat, she had felt something warm and protective swathe over her, trying to protect and save her.

She sat up straight at once. All the three in the room looked at her shocked and the doctor broke into a wide smile and said, 'so, how are you feeling now, Ms. Kinomoto? Do you feel any pain?'

Sakura looked at him surprised as though she was still in the car driving down the cliff and when reality struck her, she blurted, 'where's Shaoran?'

'Ah, Mr. Chan… he's going to be fine, don't worry,' said the doctor smiling warmly at her. Sakura got to her feet at once. As soon as she placed her bare feet in the hard cold marble floor of the air-conditioned hospital, she felt a cold swerve through her and a sudden pain erupted inside her head. She clutched her head lightly and then the pain slowly ebbed away.

The three in the room looked at her stunned and Eriol finally said, 'you need rest Sakura… go to bed or do you need any pills?'

Sakura got hold of Eriol's front and said, 'Eriol… Eriol… I want—I want to see—I wanna seem him… Eriol…'

Eriol gave the doctor a glance, for which the blonde said smiling and scratching his head, 'well, I guess it'll be fine… he's just in the next room…'

Eriol gently grabbed Sakura's wrist and steered her to her bedside when there were a pair of footwear. Sakura obediently wore them and next second, she was being pulled out of the room by him, closely followed by Tomoyo and the blonde doctor who now had pushed both his hands into his coat pockets.

Just as they were about to open the doors to Shaoran's room, the door flew open and Shaoran stood with his forehead covered with bandages and both of his hands heavily bandaged.

'Mr. Chan,' called a nurse, who stood right behind the brunette, 'you need rest'.

Shaoran turned his sharp auburn eyes to the visitors and his sharp eyes softened at the sight of Sakura. Sakura burst into tears at the sight of him and to the greatest surprise and shock of the brunette grabbed the front of his patient dress and said in a coking voice, 'I was so scared…'

A small smile crept into his lips as he said, 'I'm sorry… but you're fine now…'

She looked up at him and with her emerald eyes shining with tears, she said huskily, 'I was so scared… I was scared that something might happen to you'. With that she buried her face into his chest to the greatest shock of the three teenagers in the room.

'Um… Sakura?' called Shaoran, his face red.

Sakura looked up and withdrew with her face which was equally red. They both looked away for a second and the next the nurse hurried over to the blonde doc and said, 'Doctor, Mr. Chan insists on leaving the hospital at once!'

'What?' exclaimed the blonde, 'but Mr. Chan, you are deeply wounded and you should've had had a concussion but fortunately you haven't but that doesn't mean you are perfectly in the pink, Mr. Chan!'

Shaoran gave him a death glare and said through gritted teeth, 'Listen, when I tell you I'm fine, I'm fine! And I have something important to do!'

'What might be more important than your health, Mr. Chan?' asked the doctor, composedly.

'Well, let me think…' said Shaoran in mock-thought and said his voice rising with every other word, 'how about… why I'm here…? Why was the brakes in that car never functioned? Why were Sakura and I had to have a brush with death? Why someone would try to kill us?'

All those in the room looked stunned. So was Sakura. But Eriol, who had been calm throughout his entire tantrum, said in a collective voice, 'well, Mr. Chan, what are you waiting for? Let's go…'

'Huh?'

'To the police station,' said Eriol, pushing up his specs and added, 'that is where Rika's car is… you might want to check it first, after all…'

Shaoran and Eriol stared at each other for nearly a whole minute. The next, Shaoran's lips formed a small smile, which in no way was actually emitting happiness, and said, 'no… I want to go to the Mansion first… I'm taking my car'.

Eriol's lips curved to a smirk and he said, 'sure think Mr. Chan'.

Sakura looked from one to the other and exchanged a shrug with Tomoyo who looked equally confused.

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After all that planning and she still survived. She's a true pain. Why did she come into my life? She's the reason why I'm not happy. How could she be more important and why is going to get that? Of all the people, why her? Wait… why do I have to say, "Of all the people"…? No…no…no… it should only be me and nobody else… she doesn't deserve it… Why does she get all the attention?

I should be the one. Why her? I belong at that place, not her… why would he choose her over me? What didn't I do which she did? She's not worth it… I really liked you, Sakura Kinomoto, but not anymore. Ever since that day when that stupid old man made the resolution to give all of his fortune to you and get you married… no, that was the day I decided one thing. And that one thing is your death.

Sakura Kinomoto, mark my words, your going to die and I don't care what that stupid detective is having up his sleeve. You're going to die and nothing neither he nor anybody can do to stop it. Not even him. And Shaoran Chan… stop kidding with me… just by changing your last name, you can't hide what you truly are. Now, can you, Shaoran Li?

And yes, nobody can ever find out that your death will be caused by me, Sakura Kinomoto. And if anybody does find it, well… we'll just have to kill them too….

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'Hello, Kyle?' called Shaoran, standing inside his bathroom, with his cell phone, which amazingly had survived the crash. He was now in a dark brown shirt and black pants. His shirt, being full sleeved, hid most of the bandages covering his arms, but the ones in his hands were still open to general view. Thank goodness, he had had some full sleeved shirts, else ho would've looked like a misshaped mummy.

'Shaoran,' came Kyle's sleepy voice through the phone, 'what is it?'

'Um, Kyle,' started Shaoran timidly, 'I want to know what causes the neutralization of brakes in an i10…'

'What for?' asked Kyle, confused.

'I just need to know, man…' said Shaoran off-handedly, fisting his free hand.

'You are so stupid, did you know that Shaoran?'

'What?'

'You are living at the Amamiya's and you ask me about automobiles?'

Ting. Ting. Ting.

The engaged tone continued to ring in Kyle's phone as he switched it off shaking his head and muttered to himself, 'that Li… I can never understand him…'

End Episode 5