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A/N I would like to say a few words�..This story�will have
mature content in it, there will be gore�there will be death�and there will be
sex�so�please�if you resent any of these topics don�t read this. I�m warning
you�.I�m not kidding�

On a brighter note�.THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE OF YOU THAT
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Enjoy!

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�Did you get a look at the girl?� The voice crackled from
over the phone, causing the listener to nod his head furiously before realizing
that he couldn�t be seen.

�Ya, boss. Really pretty little thing. Just a kid.� He
listened to the line and gulped as he heard the faint sounds of pleading and
begging in the background. He heard as a gun was cocked.

�Good. You know what to do, Leo. Don�t forget, I don�t
forgive failure.� On this last syllable, Leo heard the gun as it went off
followed by the distinct �thud� thay only a body can
make while hitting the floor.

�Y-yes, boss.�

�Oh, and make sure that the girl gets our gift. I do hope
she enjoys it.� With those final words the line went dead in Leo�s hands.
Shakily putting the phone away, he tipped his glasses back down over his eyes
and ran a shaky hand through his short reddish hair, wondering what the hell he
had gotten himself into. Stepping back up to his bike, he threw the kickstand
back with his foot and revved the engine before taking off down the highway,
eager to be done with this whole situation.

*Other side of the phone*

The man in the pressed black suit stepped over the body that
was quickly pooling blood at his feet. He sighed in disgust, sometimes he
wondered how all the stupid goons came to him. Cleaning the butt of the gun
with a pristine white cloth he turned to his assistant.

�Make sure the body is dumped. I want him to be unrecognizable,
got it?� His assistant nodded once. There wouldn�t be much more to take care
of, he knew, because he shot the bastard point blank. The force of the blow had
already taken out half of his face. Poor Marcus, he wouldn�t ever get to see
his pretty little wife give birth to their first child, smirking to himself,
the man decided he would send her a nice card expressing his condolences for
her husband�s untimely disappearance.

Stepping out of the plain looking room that now reeked of
blood and urine; he took a deep breath of fresh air. Plastering a smile onto
his face he stepped out into the light into the waiting limo, he had work to
get back to.

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�Eriol, help Sakura to the car. I�ll be there shortly to
take her home.� Syaoran stepped back into the kitchen, checking his gun and
phone, making sure were both ready to use in case of emergency. He could have
checked them there in front of Sakura, but he didn�t want to frighten her more
than she already was and seeing him armed and ready to go might have been the
last stone on the pile before she completely crumbled.

Readying himself, he left the house through the front door
and rounded the driveway to where Eriol was reassuring the startled 19-year
old. Smiling and nodding at Eriol, he walked to the driver�s side and slid in
behind the wheel. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for however long
this was going take before the girl was safe again.

When Sakura finished saying her goodbyes she rested back
against the cushy seat and closed her eyes. She felt as Syaoran pulled out of
the driveway and back onto the highway, waiting a couple minutes she couldn�t
stand the silence anymore. It left her to her thoughts far too much.

�Nice, car.� She mumbled and glanced quickly over at him to
see the quick grin that crossed his features.

�Thanks, she does me well.� Patting the dashboard of his
Challenger, it was fast and sleek, his kind of car.

�It doesn�t seem like you could afford it on a cop�s
salary.� The words were out before she could stop them, she took a deep breath,
�I�m sorry, that was rude.�

He chuckled a little bit, �That�s okay. I don�t afford it on
a cop�s salary. My family has been around for centuries, I was born in Hong
Kong. My father was a cop and transferred over here as a liaison for the Tokyo
Department on drug lords and the mob. I moved with him.� He smiled a bit
ruefully, �He died a few years back in a bust that went bad. Anyways, my family
has a lot of money and now that he�s gone I inherited all of it.�

She smiled as he talked about himself, he seemed to be so
quiet on the outside and she didn�t know why he was opening up to her, but she
thought it was nice. His voice danced over her skin and soothed her rattled
nerves. �Why did you decide to be a cop when you don�t have to? Why not do
something else and live off your inheritance?�

He looked at her for a long moment, �I didn�t want to be one
of those people who sit around with their thumbs up their ass just because they
have money. I decided I wanted to stop people from hurting other people, and
what better way to do that than becoming a cop? I just get to live more
comfortably than most.� He wondered why he was suddenly so chatty; normally he
was quiet and reserved and only said what was necessary. He chalked it up to
the fact that she was traumatized and he was just trying to help her out, to
keep her calm�yeah, right.

�This is my turn.� Pulling off the highway onto one of the
little exits that led to a town called Tomoeda, Syaoran took inventory of his
surroundings, being sure to be positive they weren�t followed. Certain that
they weren�t being tailed; he began the random seemingly aimless turns that
twisted their way through the quaint housing district. He could tell that there
was money here, a lot of it, for the houses he was driving through weren�t
small, but they weren�t huge either. �

�I know what you mean, about not wanting to sit around doing
nothing. Mom and Dad died when I was six, they left housekeepers and nannies to
raise me until I was old enough to figure out that I didn�t want to be pampered
and taken care of. I want to help people too, if I could only figure out what I
wanted to do.� She was looking out the window at the homes that passed by,
recounting all of her memories that she held here. Her reality now was very
very different from what it was that morning, compared to now, those memories seemed
to be too bright for her, too pure against the violence that she had witnessed
and the jaded view that she now carried with her.

Startled, Syaoran glanced over at her, �You didn�t tell me
that you weren�t living with family. Do you live alone?� At her nod, he sighed,
�Try and get a friend to come stay with you, being in a house all by yourself
isn�t ideal in this situation.�

Pulling off into the indicated driveway, he parked his car
and got out, following her up the front steps and after unlocking the door,
into the entryway. Syaoran looked at her, �I�m going to have a look around and
see what I can do to make it more secure, why don�t you go change?� He
suggested changing because sometimes it helped to change into clothes that
didn�t carry the memories.

She nodded and walked up the stairs leading to her bedroom
as Syaoran moved towards the kitchen. Reaching the last step she felt a feeling
of hesitancy, shaking her head she continued forward and saw that the door to
her room was shut. That�s funny; I don�t
remember closing my door this morning. In fact she was sure that she left
her door open, her cat Kero needed to use the litter box so she never left it
closed.

Swallowing down a feeling of sudden panic she reassured
herself, Kero probably just knocked it
shut on accident, you know how much of a ditz that cat can be. But still
the feeling would not recede so, gathering her courage; she reached a shaking
hand out to the knob. Steeling herself she twisted and pushed the door open.

The sight before her kept her feet rooted to the spot,
unable to move, unable to scream, even though all she wanted to do was vomit.
There, lying on her bed sprawled across the sheets was a young woman who could
have been Sakura�s twin. They shared the same waist length auburn hair, though
the girl�s was a few shades darker, and their facial features were so similar
Sakura could have sworn she was looking at herself. The girl�s throat had been
slit crudely with a twisted ragged gash and her arms were tied behind her back
at what looked to be a painful angle. The girl was naked, completely, from her
dainty ankles to the slender curve of her mutilated neck with bruises across
her porcelain looking skin, indicated that she had been abused before they
finally killed her.

Through all of this she felt sympathy and compassion for the
corpse resting on her bed, wishing there was something she could do to turn
back time and take away this girl�s misery. However, when she looked at the
pale pink wall above her bed, her blood ran cold. The icy spike of fear
shooting through her as she read the words painting thickly with oozing strokes
of blood upon her wall, Like what you
See? She gasped for breath, unable to call out for the handsome cop
wandering the floor below her, nor able to back away from the ghastly sight in
front of her.

Syaoran climbed the stairs quickly, looking for Sakura, �The
lock on the sliding glass door has been pick-� cutting off sharply he saw the
girl standing rooted to the spot outside of her bedroom door, looking even paler
than she was naturally. Unable to see what she was looking at from this angle
he briskly walked down the hallway drawing his gun as he neared the trembling
girl. Glancing inside the room he stopped and took a deep breath before putting
his gun away.

Turning he enveloped the girl into his arms, pulling her
close as she seemed to crumble and fall apart, clinging to his shirt with a
death grip and sobbing uncontrollably. She was shaking her head and every now
and then he could make out a word, �no� and �why me� as well as �poor girl.� Keeping
her close to him he felt his heart tug, wishing he could take it all away, all
the fear and death. He didn�t have time to wonder about his sudden connection
with this young woman as he pulled out his cell and quickly dialed for the
police to come out to the house. He gave a brief rundown of the scene to the
captain of homicide before flipping the phone closed and replacing it in his
pocket. Seeing that Sakura was in no shape to walk he leaned down and gathered
her in his arms, her hands clasped behind his neck as his arms cradled her back
and legs.

He walked down into the living room and gently placed her on
the couch, but as he tried to pull away her grip on his shirt tightened. Not
seeing her let go of him anytime soon he folded himself onto the couch next to
her, situating her body between his legs and once more winding his arms around
her, comforting the young girl as she sobbed and cried.

By the time the red and blue lights started flashing in the
front window of her living room; Sakura stopped crying and instead clung to
Syaoran with all her might. She could smell his clean scent, pine and musk, and
felt his muscled body as it cradled her in its arms. These feelings, of comfort
and safety, were the only two things keeping her sanity intact. She lifted her
head from the crook of his neck as the first police officer knocked on her
door, quietly getting up she let the detective go answer it, bringing the
groups of investigators into her home. Indicating that the body was upstairs on
her bed, she resolved herself to answer their questions while Li was guiding
the policemen up the stairs.

She didn�t have to answer questions for long however, as
Syaoran came striding back down the stairs and faced the officer that was
currently asking her about what she saw. The detective told about how they had
just gotten home and saw the body before promptly informing the uniformed
officer that they would be leaving as Sakura wasn�t safe here and needed to be
moved quickly to avoid putting her life in jeopardy.�

Grasping Sakura�s hand, Syaoran led the way back out to his
car, which had somehow not been blocked in by police cruisers as the new arriving
cops surrounded her home just in case anything else were to pop out at them.
Helping her into the car, he then strode around the side and once more slid
behind the wheel before gunning it out of the disturbed town.

Cruising along the highway, Sakura glanced over at him and
asked quietly, �where are we going?�

Clenching his jaw, he fought back the wave of anger at
watching this innocent girl being turned into a pile of nerves and fear, he
responded, �My apartment. We�ll be there soon, and you can get some rest.�

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They had made it to the elevator without incident, as well
as to the front door of his apartment. Placing the key in the lock and
twisting, the detective took a quick survey of his apartment and after assuring
himself that everything was as it should be, he pushed the girl in front of him
and closed the door before dead bolting it shut.

He followed her into the spacious living room and watched
her as she sat down wearily on his couch, �I�ll be right back, I�m going to get
you something to wear.� She nodded at him as he quickly left the room and
shortly returned with a large shirt and drawstring pants. �They�ll be too big,
but it�s the best I can do.�

�They�ll be fine.� Standing, she took the clothes from him
and followed his directions to the bathroom where she could change, not once
meeting his eyes. �I�ll be right back.�

He waited while she went to change and set water to boil for
tea, hopefully it would help her relax, if not he would have to spike something
for her and he�d rather not drug his charge on her first night in his home. He
leaned against the counter and heard as the door opened down the hallway
followed by the quiet padding of her bare feet on the carpet.

Reentering the living room she placed her neatly folded pile
of clothes, �where am I going to sleep?�

�In my bed, I�ll sleep on the couch. There�s only one
hallway leading to the bedroom so it will be easier to protect you in case
something happens.� She nodded at his words and quietly sat on his couch. �Come
here, I made some tea for you.� She stood and took the offered mug quietly and
sipped it.

�Thank you.� She stood there, the steaming mug in her hands,
saying nothing more and not looking at him.

�Look at me, Sakura.� When she refused he set his mug down
and stepped towards her, tilting her chin up with his forefinger he met her
emerald gaze and fought down every lustful urge the rose at the sight of her,
�You will be okay. This will all turn out alright. Try not to let it affect
you.�

This was apparently the wrong thing to stay as she jerked
her chin out of his grasp, �Well excuse me for being human.� Tilting her chin
up, �Let me just throw on a song and dance and forget completely about that
poor girl dead in my room.� Her eyes flashed with fury, and he rejoiced at
seeing the passion return back to her, seeing her withdrawn and defeated tore
at him more than anything, but he couldn�t ignore her automatic sarcasm.

�This isn�t a game Sakura. These people feed on pain; they
feed off of fear and if you show that they�ve gotten to you it will only get
worse. These people are mean, really mean, and very very serious about hurting
you.� He met her emerald gaze with his own amber eyes and watched as her
emotions flared and played across her face.

She stared back at him, taking in the features of the man
who had saved her life, who had held her while she fell apart, and who now felt
like he was taunting her. She hadn�t noticed just how tall he was, she knew he
was larger than she was by the fact that his shirt she was wearing was like a
sack on her and she had to roll up the bottoms of the pants in order to be able
to walk, but she had to look up, way up, to meet his gaze as he was easily
6�4�, maybe taller. He was also muscular, his muscles could be visibly seen
through the thin shirt and she had no doubts that his jean clad legs held the
same strength.

She took in his wide shoulders and narrow waist and hips
followed by his chiseled clean-shaven square jaw. She studied his strong
cheekbones and fierce chocolate eyes under a mop of unruly dark-brown hair. He
was so masculine compared the men she
was used to seeing or the boys who would hit on her at school.

She rose to his challenge, �You think I don�t know that? That I didn�t clearly see
that woman die today? That I didn�t see that poor girl�s body lying on my bed?
Who knows what they had to suffer through before they finally died? And better
yet, do you think that I was completely somewhere else when I was chased
through that alley or when somebody shot. At. Me? Do you?� She let her anger
take over her, this was so unusual but she had kept it back all day, the anger
that someone had changed her life forever without her consent. She stepped
forward, crowding him, �I am taking this very
seriously, Li.� She spat his name like a curse, unable to keep herself in
check.

Syaoran watched as she yelled at him, watched as she crowded
his space, watched as she displayed all the fury that she was feeling. With
every movement she made, he wanted more and more to take her into his arms and
kiss the hell out of her. When she nearly shouted that last statement in his
face he could take no more.

Roughly grabbing her shoulders he pulled her the rest of the
way towards him and leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss,
effectively cutting off her tirade. She stiffened against him for a brief
moment before melting into his embrace, raising herself up to him. His hands
slid down her arms to circle her waist and pull her completely against his form
as her own arms wound their way up and around his neck to twine her fingers
into his thick brown hair.

They stayed locked in their embrace, neither able to pull
away, each kiss becoming more heated as time went on. Unable to get enough of
her, he titled his head to get a better angle and slowly teased her lips open
with his tongue before plunging his tongue inside her warm mouth and claiming
it for his own. She responded in kind, dueling with him as she clung to him,
feeling the play of his muscles against her form.

Finally she pulled back and blushed furiously, unable to
meet his gaze she stuttered out a quick, �I�m really tired.� Before nearly
sprinting down the hallway to his room and slamming the door shut. She turned
and pressed her back to the cool wood and slid down to the floor, her knees
pulled to her chest. Touching her tingling lips lightly with her fingers she
gave a sigh, wow, what a first kiss!
Giggling slightly she picked herself up and curled onto the mattress in the
middle of his decidedly manly looking room. It was done in dark greens, green
carpet, green bed spread, and chocolate walls. Burying her face in his pillow
and smelling his scent, she relaxed, and wondered idly what would happen to her
next.

Syaoran smirked down the hallway, not at all bothered by the
fact that he felt something more for the young girl than he was willing to name
at this point, but she most definitely would be the source of his curiosity for
quite some time. His determination to see the innocent beauty safe increased
tenfold when he realized that he truly cared for the girl and was resolved to
see how far it would go between them.

Smiling, he sat down on the couch, ready to endure a long
sleepless night of keeping watch over his new treasure, his cherry blossom.

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