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Chapter Six

Sakura awoke with a start. Sweat beads dripped down her forehead, soaking her bangs as her eyes opened to adjust to the stream of moonlight filtering through the drapes in the bed. Shifting slightly and wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked around, remembering where she was with a soft sigh.

Night had fallen long ago, by the looks of it. A gold clock upon the wall read the time, 02:04. She hastened to wonder how long she had been asleep; the sun had been firmly set in the sky when she had returned to bed after her altercation.

Him. She thought, a slight grimace appearing on her features as she hastened to remember what had happened- the embarrassment she had felt. His changing demeanour, constantly differing every time they seemed to meet was beginning to sit uneasily with her.

Moving, she hopped off the bed, starting for the door as her parched throat called out for water. Surely, it was not safe to navigate a gang house at this time? She paused, listening for a moment for sounds of movement before deducing that there were none- maybe they had all gone to bed and she would be alright. All she needed do now was find the kitchen.

Walking down the corridor she hastened to remember where Tomoyo had taken her, shaking her legs slightly as she realised she had gained a little strength from her sleep earlier. At least she wouldn't be falling over soon.

As she rounded to the stairs, she stepped down them, careful not to make a creek upon the wooden parts, gold rimmed carpet flowing down the middle of cherry oak before her. Holding the banister with care as her legs shook ever so slightly, she sighed softly when her feet reached plush carpet beneath, relishing in the warmth it offered.

To one side she saw the vast expanse that was the living room she'd seen earlier. Taking a chance, she moved to the other side, opening a large door and sighing in relief when she found the room she'd been looking for.

It was a large room, an expression of what wealth could buy and old money rather than new. Wooden cabinets decorated with swirled engravings faced her, a large fridge and freezer out of place in their modern cases. To the other side stood a table, large enough easily for around fourteen, chairs neatly tucked under its oak surface.

Though Sakura was by no means a stranger to money, the contrast with how she felt when here, looking upon another home built from money was stark. Her home was modern, warm. Here, the obvious use of old school money from generations and the traditional décor was almost imposing, not a thing out of place either.

She looked around, emerald eyes focusing in the seldom light offered by a lamp that had been left on trying to locate where she may find a glass. She looked around at the cupboards before she set her eyes upon a glass fronted cabinet containing what looked like whiskey tumblers. Shrugging to herself, she moved to the cabinet, opening it with a gentle click.

The water felt cool, her throat gasping as she drank from the tumbler, her body suddenly much more alive. Refilling the glass, she stopped, looking up with a shriek to find another in the room with her. Dark brown eyes, black as night hair.

"Whenever I see you, you are always scared."

"You should know, it is rude to creep up on people."

"In one's own home? I don't think so. Perhaps it is rude to be sneaking around in the night, yes?" Samaya smiled, a toothy grin as he gave a jovial guffaw. She blushed under his gaze, feeling suddenly rude herself and utterly embarrassed at being caught.

"It's alright, but I'd put that back if I were you."

"Huh?" She looked around before looking to the glass in her hand, holding it up with a questioning gaze.

"Syaoran. They're his whiskey glasses. No-one touches." He offered, smiling slightly forcibly at the mention of his superiors name.

"Oh" her voice was quiet, like a small mouse in the night. For some reason she felt uncomfortable, stood in the kitchen with Samaya at this late hour. She reasoned in her mind he had been nothing but nice to her, but he was a gang member- surely that meant he was a murderer. She placed the glass on the side, staring at it for a moment as she shuffled nervously

Her legs hurt to the extent that she wanted to crawl back to her bed, but for some reason she was rooted to the spot. Her mind was flicking through various categories of knowledge, and for some reason to the owner of the glass.

"So…" Samaya's voice returned, and she heard him pull out a stool for the island in the middle of the kitchen and looked up, locking eyes with him as he watched her.

"So..?"

"What is it you school kids to these days?"

"What do we do? What do you mean? For fun?"

He nodded, looking at her with curious eyes. She took a second to intake the features of his face, and wondered how old he was. She would not have pegged him for much older than themselves, his face holding a certain youth that Eriol and Li did not have.

"Uhm, I don't know. Dancing… Seeing friends… Cheerleading?"

She noticed, uncomfortably, that his eyes seemed to glint slightly as she mentioned cheerleading. She knew, in the recesses of her mind, what people often thought of cheerleaders. That they were, well, easy. In that way. Not Sakura, nor her friends. She was not like that.

"Cheerleading and dancing? I can imagine. You are very… Athletically built." She felt his eyes roam over her, and blushed deeply once more, remembering the attire she was wearing. It was not exactly suitable, a small pair of shorts and a t shirt that did not belong to her. She swore mentally, feeling increasingly more worried at the situation.

Samaya had seemed such a nice young man when she met him. But now, when she looked to him, she could see a lust upon his face that she had hoped she never would; that of which was not returned. Her legs ached terribly, and she wondered if she were to move if she would fall, she felt imprisoned, a doe in the headlights of a car. Something about the situation was sending tremors down her spine as she looked over him once more, with his dark hair falling into his eyes and muscular build; she suddenly felt that she could be in for trouble.

Realising he was awaiting some kind of answer, she lumbered more under his gaze. She felt unsure of what to say, unsure of how she was going to remove herself from the situation.

"Thank you. It's more at school, really."

"I'm sure it is, but I did manage to see your… dancing at the nightclub the other day. Talented indeed aren't you…Sakura." His voice was huskier, darker, and she knew she shouldn't be in the room as her mind warned her with an air of finality. She blushed further remembering the crazed dancing of her and her friends that night, the night of her birthday. How she knew she didn't want to do it again if this was what it led to.

"I should be getting to bed now." She whispered- her voice shaky as she looked toward the door. The hall outside was dark and she squirmed inwardly thinking of it.

"Here, let me help you." Samaya stood swiftly, making his way over to her, the glint never leaving his eye.

"No… I'm alright… I can do it myself."

He was in front of her, imposing on her frame, suddenly bringing his arms out and placing one around her waist, too close for comfort. Her body tensed, and she felt her breath quicken at his touch… So intimate.

She nodded, silently thinking that if she let him help he may let her go. His hand still firmly in place, he slung her arm over his shoulder and aided her walking toward the door. Perhaps three steps in, he stopped, whirling round to her front.

"You know… Sakura…You are a very pretty young lady." His breath was on her face, his eyes searching hers, arm planted on her waist. She felt her eyes widen as her heart hammered in her chest. She was sure she was heading for a heart attack young these days.

His arm refused to move when she tried to shrug it off, grasping the counter behind her with a free hand as she leant backwards, legs now shaking so furiously that she could feel him looking at her, predator and prey. How wrong she was to get involved in gang dealings. This man, maybe Samaya wasn't his real name? This man, he could do anything to her, rape, kill, anything. She would be defenceless, forced against her will. Maybe the others were like this- maybe, oh gods, maybe something had already happened to the others? Her face contorted into panic, mind racing at the prospects flying through it in the seconds since he had spoken. She felt his body press against hers and moved her head to the side, eyes squeezing shut as she did so.

"Leave me alone. Please." Just a whisper, all that would come out was a whisper. She could literally feel his smirk upon his features.

"My my, Sakura. We don't really want that do we? We don't really want to leave one another alone? In those skimpy clothes, you were talking to me before… Who's gonna know? Who you gonna tell? Who's going to believe you?"

If possible she became more panicked, gripping the counter with all her might. Tears began to well in emerald eyes as she thought of anything to get her out of the situation.

"Don't be so cruel, Samaya. Please, this isn't right."

"I'm in a gang, Sakura. You tell me if I do what's right every single day?"

She gasped, feeling his hand placed upon her bare leg and reeling backwards, further into the counter as much as she could, suddenly feeling extremely helpless and looking around for something, anything.

"Interrupting something am I?" A deep baritone shattered the tension, Sakura's eyes and Samaya's head whipping around to the doorway.

"LI!" Sakura let his name surpass her lips faster than she thought possible, despite his arrogance, she felt suddenly calmed by his presence. Surely, he would help her. Then she remembered their previous altercation, stifled by the fear running through her. Maybe he hated her?

He stood, leaning against the doorway, hands in pockets as he took in the situation before him. His eyes drank in the situation, the hand that had dropped from the pale creamy legs of the female, the unshed tears glimmering in her eyes. Inside, confusion reigned.

Samaya stepped away from Sakura, her breathing an audible sigh as he did so. Syaoran raised an eyebrow, eyes darting between the two of them.

"Who's been using my glasses?"

His words seemed to halt them both. He did not comment on the situation, eyes flickering to the crystal tumbler set upon the side by Sakura. His voice was quiet, yet they could hear a slight anger to it.

"I did… I needed some water"

"They aren't for water. Samaya, leave." His voice held an air of finality, and the dark haired young man left with a curt nod toward his boss. Sakura let her body take over and slouched completely, her legs shaking still. It was a miracle she was still holding herself up.

The room took on a new sense of awkwardness, the silence and tension now resuming between them. Each could recall their tiff earlier, and how Sakura had spoken to Syaoran before she had slept.

"I thought I told you to get some rest?"

She looked up to him, a frown on his features, yet the rest of his face discernible. She almost thought his eyes held slight worry, and she knew in his perceptiveness he had taken in her shaking legs once more. Was she in for a lecture?

"I was thirsty."

Syaoran's emotions were conflicting inside him. For some reason, he had been unable to get the young woman in front of him out of his mind since he had met her. Yet, now, in the dark of the night he had encountered her on a rendezvous with one of his men? He had seen Samaya speaking with her before, that first night he had met her. Yet, why could he see the slight shed of tears around her sleepy eyes, why had she looked uncomfortable in the proximity with the other man. He wanted to ask her about it, but he wouldn't let himself. He wouldn't let her think he cared. He couldn't care.

He moved into the room, picking another of the tumblers up, moving the other to the counter next to which the young girl was slumped against. Moving back, he pulled a decanter from the cabinet, the same crystal as the tumblers, unplugging the top and pouring two drinks into them. He stopped, silently offering the girl the other. She looked at it unsurely, remembering what had happened last time she had drank.

"I, I don't think it's a good idea."

He raised an eyebrow, challenging her almost, and set it down, taking his own tumbler and throwing some of the dark liquid down his throat with a sigh. He set it back to the counter, empty, before pouring more in and moving to take a seat, holding it between his hands as he thought.

Sakura almost saw the alcohol in the glass as a challenge. Was he testing her to see if she could drink it? If she was grown up enough? Perhaps. Her legs shook as she moved, taking the glass from the counter and drawing a chair at the table across from him. She could see him contemplating something, and suddenly felt awkward at the situation he had found her in. She suddenly felt like she needed the drink in her hands- alcohol calmed nerves, right?

She gulped it down, grimacing as the alcohol assaulted her taste buds. It tasted like paint thinner. Drinking the whole glass in one, she finished it with a grotesque expression and watched as Li poured more into it, still not making eye contact with her once more.

"Why are you awake? It's late."

"I could say the same of you."

"I told you I came for a drink."

Her words hung in the air as they fell into silence once more, and she felt a need to explain herself of the situation. The alcohol she'd consumed was making her feel different. She felt the words threatening to spill out.

"It wasn't what it looked like."

He raised his eyes to hers in shock, emerald orbs meeting amber in a brief moment. Her heart fluttered slightly and she felt powerless to control it, a tingling sensation settling in her stomach as she looked into his beautiful eyes.

"It's none of my business." He whispered, looking away from her. For some reason, she felt her heart plummet when he looked away from her, and she could tell from his tone he didn't believe her. Was it possible he felt something for her?

Hold on a second. Did she feel something for him? This man who'd been abhorrent to her, yet, she somehow felt that she could see something in him. That other side that he seldom showed from a cold hearted man to a boy who'd not lived carefree like she had for her life.

"I just thought you should know. It was nothing."

"Is that what you call that kind of thing? Nothing?" His voice held anger, and she felt like he's slapped her.

"What are you insinuating, Syaoran?"

She'd used his given name. He looked up at her with wide eyes. He was barely ever called his name, not to his face. She used it, and it felt good falling from her lips. But she'd called that kind of contact nothing? Was she some promiscuous school kid?

He said nothing, just poured more into his glass and swigged from it deeply, her doing the same. He had no reply, deep down he knew that she was not like that. Did it mean, could it be, that Samaya had somehow forced himself on her? He did not wish to jump to any conclusions, and felt slight anger at the prospect of this. He somehow wanted to protect the beauty across from him, and regretted saying this to her.

"I was scared."

"Be careful with your accusations."

She gulped, taking another drink from the glass and feeling anger at him. Why didn't he understand? Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, suddenly feeling dirty in his presence. He thought her a slut!

"Be careful with yours, Li."

She attempted to stand, swaying slightly from the alcohol she drained from the glass and the weakness in her legs. She felt emotional, suddenly, out of control and the need to go home to her bed and just cry.

"Hey…" He had grasped her wrist, preventing her from swaying to the point where she would fall. She looked at him with glassy eyes, not feeling repulsed by the feeling of his calloused hands against her skin.

"I apologise. I somehow don't think you are like that." His voice was soft and she could only nod as he stood next to her, holding her up. She felt almost safe, his large form towering over hers as he did so. She didn't feel the entrapment she had moments before, she felt slight wonder and sighed internally, suddenly and irrevocably wanting to be closer to him. She couldn't even fathom a reason why.

"I'm glad." She whispered, suddenly launching herself in to hug him. She could smell his scent, mixed with the alcohol intoxicating her senses as she placed her arms around his neck and buried her head into his chest in a fit of momentary insanity.

Syaoran stood, shocked at the action of her. Her body was flush to his, and he realised this in an instant as he felt her small breasts against his chest, her warm breath tickling his chest.

"Sakura…" She did not listen, and in a moment of what he would also call temporary insanity, he put his arms around her small waist. She was shaking, and he hoisted her up slightly so her weight was resting against his even more, placing an arm under her legs and holding her as if she was fragile. She raised her head, looking into his eyes as he looked down to her, breath ghosting across one another's face. In that moment, the world faded, the kitchen gone, and their eyes began to close.

She parted her lips slightly, feeling his against her own stirring a range of emotions inside her. She sighed as they met, him deepening the kiss at the moment she did.

Her world span as she kissed him, suddenly needing the contact he provided. She had seldom had contact before, only lightly kissed a boy before once in school. That was it. She felt inadequate against him, this man that she was kissing. She wanted him to kiss her, like a schoolgirl wanting her first kiss. This was her first proper kiss, deep and almost meaningful as if she was pouring all the emotions she felt into him- the confusion, the sorrow, the mixed feelings she felt toward him.

He? He stood, deepening the kiss and clinging to the young woman as if for dear life. He had not known what had possessed this, what had caused him to swoop down and seal the kiss that he currently never wanted to end. He just knew that in that moment it had seemed the right thing to do, to throw caution to the wind and kiss her with all he could.

AN: And there we go. R&R ;)