Hey guys, I'm back with a new chapter! Thanks all of you who have been so patient! I've been flamed once so this is my message to the flamer:
Really, how about writing something better then? You have written no fics whatsoever. You say that people can just go out and rent the movie and picture Syaoran and Sakura as the characters, but I'm doing them a favor. I already wrote in the previous chapters that I'm writing this fic exactly like the movie didn't I? Next time, read the whole introduction BEFORE reviewing something. Dipshit.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Sassy Girl or Cardcaptors.
As Syaoran huffed and puffed throughout the city while searching for a motel and carrying the girl on his back, he complained to himself, Where's a motel when you need one? Nothing's there whenever you need that something. Why did I have end up with her? Carrying her is even worse. Crap.
Syaoran finally found a motel and stumbled into it. The owner poked his head out of his booth. "Wow, your girl's wasted."
"It's not my fault." Syaoran panted, the girl still on his back.
"Of course it is. I know everything."
Syaoran sighed. He quickly thought up a lie. "Ah well, you see, we're engaged."
"Which kind of room would you like? Korean or Western?"
Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed the still unconscious girl was growing heavier by each passing second. Under pressure, he blurted out, "Give me any room!"
The owner held up a key. "405."
"There's no room on the first floor?!"
"Nope. Only fourth."
Syaoran tried to reach for the key but his hands were tied from supporting the girl so he opened his mouth and hoped the owner would understand the gesture. The owner understood and inserted the key in Syaoran's mouth. Syaoran then trudged painfully up the stairs.
It was quite an ordeal carrying the girl up the stairs, but he was soon rewarded with the sight of his room number. He half stumbled in and dropped the girl on the bed. Exhausted, he rested on the floor to catch his breath. The girl turned in her sleep and slapped his head and lay on his shoulder. He angrily threw it off. There was a knock at the door. "You forgot to sign in."
Syaoran reluctantly stood up and opened the door. The owner held a clipboard along with a pen. "It's $400, kid."
Syaoran stared disbelievingly. "That much?"
"Hey, if you don't like it, find another place then."
Syaoran, not wanting to carry the heavy girl all over again, took out all the bills from his wallet and gave it to the owner. The man gave him the clipboard and pen. Syaoran filled it out while the owner counted the money. When he was done, the owner said, "You're 10 bucks short." He left.
When the owner left, Syaoran took the time to examine the girl. She was very pretty. Short brown hair like his, rosy lips, and green eyes. Then the thought of his mother struck his mind; she would not be happy with him coming back so late. He turned to leave, but stopped abruptly. He couldn't just leave her there. Hr debated to himself whether he should leave or stay. After a minute, he made up his mind and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
In the motel room's bathroom, there was a large window next to the curtainless shower. However, Syaoran was too grimy to care. He let the hot water beat his head, wishing the droplets were his mom's fists; too tiny to create any pain. Suddenly, he heard a ringing. With only a small bucket to cover him, he went out of the bathroom to check. The girl, thankfully, was still asleep. The ringing came from the girl's cell phone in her bag. He answered it. "Hello?"
A woman answered back. "…Who is this? Where's my daughter?"
"The phone's owner? Uh, she's sleeping beside me."
Dead silence. Then, "You, where are you?"
Syaoran had a bad feeling about this but shook it off. "At a motel near Bupyung Station." He ended the call. "Better wash fast and leave," Syaoran said to himself and turned to the shower.
When he was finished, he looked around for a towel. To his dismay, there weren't any in the bathroom. He looked out the window and saw the towels were stacked on a table outside. Still using the small bucket to cover himself, he shuffled out the bathroom. He'd just grabbed a towel and was about to wrap it around him until the door opened. Two female police officers came in. One of them saw Syaoran and pointed her gun at him. "Hands up!"
Syaoran hurriedly obeyed but dropped the towel accidentally. Embarrassed, he covered himself with his hands. The first officer asked him, "What the hell were you doing? Hands up!" Syaoran put them up again. Looking down, he groaned and tried to cover himself again. The second officer fired; but instead of a bullet coming out, a gas shot out. It stung his eyes. Screaming in pain, Syaoran blindly stumbled back and fell down.
Oooh, what happens to Syaoran? Will he go to jail? Or will he be let off with a warning? Review!