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A/N I love you all! To those of you that reviewed, thank you
so much for your support and encouragement. I�m sorry this took so long to get
updated; I promise that I will finish this story however. Life just got the
better of me for a few days, now I�m refocused.

Again�Thank you to my wonderful beta, who
for all intents and purposes makes sure that I don�t make stupid mistakes with
my writing. Even though he can be a real jerk sometimes�.love you!

Enjoy!

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Sakura woke slowly, feeling comfortable and warm and not
quite ready to open her eyes. This quickly changed when she heard what sounded
like the clanging of pots and pans followed by the delicious aroma of
breakfast. Popping her eyes open she looked at the unfamiliar room curious
before the previous day�s events came rushing back to her. She suppressed a
shudder as the gruesome images replayed themselves in her mind; the poor woman
who was shot down and the mangled girl who was arranged on her bed.

Feeling bile rise in the back of her throat she quickly
jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom across the short hallway. Slamming
the door but not bothering to lock it, she dropped to her knees and began to
dry heave over the innocent looking toilet bowl. It was only a few seconds
before she felt fingers delicately pull her hair back from her face followed by
a hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. She calmed somewhat as Syaoran
made comforting noises while her stomach rebelled nothing but bile and air.

Once she felt she had finished she rested her head against
the rim of the bowl, completely exhausted. Syaoran leaned forward and gathered
her small frame into his arms before standing and walking out into the living
area. Setting her down gently on the plush cushions of the cough he quickly
placed a glass of water in her shaking hands. He still said nothing as he
grabbed one of the plates of food and rested it on the table next to the
unsteady girl.

After a few moments he spoke, �I know it sounds horrible,
but you should eat,� gesturing to the omelet. He handed her a fork and frowned
only slightly when she made no move toward the plate next to her. �It gets easier.�
At her startled look he continued, �The memories, they get easier. With time. You�ll always remember but you�ll accept them and
be able to handle them without much trouble.�

She nodded her head once and picked up the plate. Her fork
cut out the first pieces of the omelet and while she chewed he stood to grab
his own breakfast. They ate in a comfortable silence, neither saying a word while
mulling over their own thoughts.

�I can�t get it out of my head.� The statement was so quiet
that Syaoran questioned if she had actually said anything. His question was
answered when she continued, �the woman in the ally, she looked so defeated.
Like she knew she was going to die. Then the girl on my bed, she could have
been my twin. What kind of torture did she have to suffer through because of
me? Did she know it was coming or was it unexpected?�

Sakura turned her tortured eyes to gaze directly into his
amber ones. �I have a feeling that it isn�t going to stop until they go away
or�I�m dead.�

Syaoran stood so quickly that if Sakura had blinked she
would�ve missed the motion. In the next second he was crouched in front of her,
staring her directly in the eye with his hands placed rigidly on her shoulders.
�Don�t you dare think like that. That kind of thinking
only gets people killed.� He shook her gently to emphasize his point before
moving away. �That�s exactly what he wants you to think. That�s exactly what he
wants you to feel, don�t you see? It�s his game; he plays it without regrets
and no regard for the pain that he causes anyone. He�s playing with you, toying
with you so that he can see how far he pushes you before you break.�

�You know this guy, don�t you?� She looked at him intently,
expecting the truth, wanting to know just how much her life had changed in just
one short day. �Tell me what you know. Please, I have to know.�

He hesitated for a moment, sighing softly as he moved to
look out the window of the living room, observing the city of Tokyo and the
bustling people moving about on the streets below. �I don�t know his name. I
don�t know who he is, what he does in the normal world, or who he�s related to.
I only know what he does.� Pausing once more he turned towards the girl on the
couch, folding his arms across his broad chest he leaned against the wall
beside the window.

�He has several�circles, you could say, that he runs. He
started in money laundering, abusing the people who work for him and the
residents of any street or part of the city that he might claim. He has quite a
following in that field, mostly poor people who need
some money to stay alive. There are a few that he holds in high regard, the
ones who are so greedy that they have no qualms about hurting others to quench
their lust for wealth. It�s these few people who helped him move into the next
circle, kidnapping. For awhile he would kidnap wealthy people or their children
in order to ransom them for money, sometimes he simply used blackmail and on
most occasions used both. He uses the person to get the money, and the
blackmail to make sure that the cops aren�t involved.

�It was only recently that he began his latest venture. He
figured that if he could take people and ransom them for money, then why not
just take them and sell them for a profit. We have leads and hints in at least
17 different countries where he gathers his victims. He pulls them off the
streets, off of cruises, out of parties, wherever he finds someone who
intrigues him. He holds them for awhile, keeping some for himself, torturing
them and filming them while they�re forced to do�.detestable things. Then he
releases the videos to bidders, who then return with an offer for the victims.
We�ve found hundreds of bodies, all horrible beaten and abused, that were
reported missing. Some of these people were missing for months, some for weeks,
and others for days. They never last very long.

�The woman you saw in the alley was an undercover agent who
infiltrated his system, gaining allies throughout the organization. She was
trying to find a lead to the full identity of the man behind the system, but
every lead she got only brought her to a dead end. Most of the I.D.�s were fake; most were for people who had died years ago. She
knew that they were onto her, she had radioed in that she probably wouldn�t
make it past the end of the week. I guess she was right.�

Syaoran lapsed into silence, lost once again within his own
mind. Maria had been a good friend to him, loyal and confident; it was
difficult to let her go. She had brought with her some very valuable
information however, like there were leaks in the department which was why this
guy always stayed one step ahead of them. Another was that she had recently
acquired information that he was wealthy and well-known, but there were so many
men out there in Tokyo who held these standards, but it was still a place to
start.

Turning back to the silent girl on the couch, he noted how
pale she had gotten. He had been meaning to impart with her the severity of the
situation that she was in, but he had apparently overstepped that and had
scared her.

Apologetically he smiled to her, �I didn�t mean to frighten
you, but do you see why it is so important that we keep you safe?� At her nod,
he continued, �We should get you to school.� He gestured to the pile of clothes
that rested on the coffee table, �I hope you don�t mind, but I washed them for
you. I hope they�re alright to go to school in, we can�t return to your home
for a few days, the police are still investigating it for clues.�

�Thank you. These will be fine, I�ll just go change.� She
stood and gathered the pile of cloth in her arms. As she walked by the strong
and confident man to walk down the hallway she placed a light hand on his
shoulder, �Thank you for telling me. Even if it is scary, I needed to know.�
Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze she continued down the hall and walked
into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

He smiled lightly to himself and shook his head. That girl
had an inner strength that he knew she would come to rely on in the next few
days, he just hoped that he could intercept most of what would be coming her
way. He had received a call before she had woken that morning from the chief
about all the details gathered by forensics in her home. The girl that they had
found was exactly Sakura�s age and build, the only discrepancies between the
two were that their shades of auburn hair were slightly different and while
Sakura�s eyes were a deep emerald, the victim�s had been a bright blue. She had
also been brutally tortured and raped prior to the wound across her neck that
turned out to be fatal. He shook his head, he wouldn�t tell Sakura this, she didn�t need this added onto her already shattered life.

He quickly cleaned up their breakfast, placing the dishes in
the sink he frowned noticing how little the girl had eaten, more than half of
the omelet was still there. He wouldn�t say anything about it just now but if
she continued this way he would have to step in, she couldn�t be starving
herself now, there was too much at stake.

He was waiting by the front door when she emerged from the
bathroom, her hair freshly brushed he could see little rivulets of water
running down the side of her neck, presumably from when she had splashed
herself while getting ready. He nodded once and carefully opened the door,
before taking a peak into the hallway, seeing nothing suspicious he opened the
door wider and motioned the girl out before locking the door behind them.
Preceding her down the hallway they quickly made their way back to his car and
once they were settled into the comfortable seats he said the one thing that he
had been dreading.

�There will be no on to watch over you while you are
school.� Seeing her terrified look he continued, �I don�t think he�ll do
anything while you�re in such a public setting, the make sure that you stay
near friends alright? I would assign an officer to you for the day, but that
would mean filing paperwork, and there is a leak in the department so it�s not
safe. If I were to disclose your location at any time, he would have it in a
heartbeat.� Starting the engine he sped quickly down the street, �I would stay
with you but I have to get back to the station to handle any backfire that
Maria�s death has caused. I also have to look into any of the leads that she�s
given us.� Sakura nodded, still afraid but she knew that they didn�t have much
of a choice in the matter. She would not let this bastard ruin her life, she
would go to school and act as if nothing happened, she couldn�t let him win.

They lapsed into a tense silence, and after Sakura indicated
for Syaoran to turn off the highway towards her university, he spoke up. �I
have a phone for you. It�s encrypted, so any call that you make can�t be
traced. Give no one this number. For my cell speed dial one and for my office
at work speed dial two. Stay close to your friends, alright? If you�re with a
close group of people it�s very unlikely that he�ll try anything here.�

He pulled up to the front of the building where her first
class of the day was held and as she moved out of the car he said one last
statement, �If there is anything, and I mean anything, out of the ordinary call
me right away and I�ll be here as quickly as I can alright?� She nodded and
closed the door firmly behind her.

She stared up at the building before her before quickly
going inside and she listened as Li sped off down the road. With his calming
presence gone, the dread that had been hovering just beneath the surface made itself known and spread through her body. She had a really
bad feeling about this. Sighing she turned into her classroom and settled
herself among the other students, prepared to act cheery and carefree like she
was normally.

It was only a few moments into the class when there was a knock
on the door, confused the Professor opened the door and she looked down the
hallway. Seeing nothing she was about to move back inside when she noticed a
small wrapped package resting on the floor. Crouching down she picked it up and
read the tag attach to the bright red bow wrapped around the small box. Turning
back to the room she quickly dropped the small package on Sakura�s desk with an
irritated sigh; she hated it when her class was interrupted for such trivial
things. �

Sakura stared at the harmless looking box lying on her box,
terror unfurling in her belly as her friends looked at her quizzically
wondering why she wasn�t opening the package excitedly. She studied it, it was
a simply white wrapping with a bright red bow tied around it, the writing on
the card was a fluid cursive, and if Sakura wasn�t so terrified she would have
thought it was beautiful. She reached trembling fingers out and picked it up, taking a deep breath she untied the ribbon and watched
as it fell to the desk. Replacing the box on the desk she removed the lid and
fought the urge to vomit, she felt dizzy as she placed the lid on the desk next
to the box. She stood quickly and had to lean heavily against the chair as she
struggled to get away from the box in front of her.

She turned away from it and the prying stares of her
classmates before whipping out the phone that Syaoran had given her and
pressing the key to speed dial his cell phone. After a few rings there came a
gruff, �Hello?�

�S-Syaoran. There�s�It�s a�� Unable
to finish her sentence she took in deep gulps of air before whispering
fiercely, �Please�come get me fast.�

She heard a quick, �I�m on my way.� And then the dial tone
was all that reached her ears as she moved to the back wall of the class where
she leaned heavily against it and slid to the ground, wrapping her arms around
her knees, rocking back and forth. It was moment before any of the other
students peered into the box that had so greatly upset their classmate and the
first to do so promptly ran out of the room. The professor quickly asked the
students to leave the classroom and wait in the hall until the proper
authorities could be called, however when she tried to move the traumatized
girl sitting in the back of the classroom she refused to budge. Giving up, the
woman also excused herself from the room, leaving Sakura to herself and the
quiet sobs being wracked from her little body.

It was a half hour that felt like an eternity before Syaoran
arrived, her only clue being the quiet opening and closing of the door followed
by the soft patter of footsteps. The halted briefly at what Sakura assumed was
her desk with the box, still open, resting upon it. She heard a soft sigh
before warm arms encircled her and she gave in, throwing her arms about
Syaoran�s neck and pressing her face into his warm solid chest, taking comfort
from his powerful presence.

Syaoran had broken just about every traffic law in getting
here, anxious and worried for his charge that he had so foolishly left alone.
He told himself that this wouldn�t happen again until this thing was over,
regardless of the fact that she had classes to attend, she would not be let out
of his sight even for a moment. He had parked his car awkwardly in front of the
building and jumped out before his engine had fully died and raced up the steps
into the front entryway. He didn�t have to ask where the class was located for
he saw the gathering of sick looking students outside of one of the doors. Not
pausing to talk to the woman who was obviously the professor by the way she was
dressed, he quietly opened the door and let himself inside.

The first thing he noticed was the box lying on the desk
before his eyes found the desolate form of Sakura rocking back and forth
against the back wall of the room. He quickly walked forward and peered at the
contents of the box. Seeing the slimy looking form of a tongue he took note of
how there was blood pooled about the removed appendage, indicated that it had
been taken and immediately placed within the box. Telling himself that he would
deal with that later he quickly moved to take the young girl into his arms,
hoping to bring comfort to the shell-shocked girl.

If this had happened to him he would�ve been able to handle
it, but for an innocent to be exposed to so much so quickly it definitely took
its toll. When she loosened herself out of her personal ball and wrapped
herself around him he made soft cooing noises, trying to get her to calm down,
each sob that was torn from her lips was like a dagger to his heart. He wished
he could take away her pain, her memory of this happening, but knowing he could
not he simply offered the comfort that she so desperately needed.

When she finally stilled he looked down to see that she was
sleeping soundly in his arms, smiling a little bit to himself, he said to her
sleeping form, �Let�s get you out of here.� Standing he carried her out of the
room and through the crowd of curious students and out of the front doors of
the building. He opened the passenger side door of his car and placed her
gently in the seat before strapping her in. He could make out the distinct
flashing blue and red lights approaching from a distance and soon the police
would be here to take care of the mess currently resting on the girl�s desk.

Pulling one of the students milling about the front of the
building aside he asked quickly, �Do you know Kinomoto Sakura?� At the kids nod
he asked, �When the police are done with the room inside can you grab her
stuff? I know she wouldn�t want to lose it but I can�t leave her here and we
have to get going.�

The tall and rather skinny girl replied toothily, �Sure, not
a problem. When she wakes up tell her that Chiharu has her stuff, ok?� At
Syaoran�s nod she giggled and walked into the now crowded area, intent on her
mission to get her friend�s things from the busy classroom.

When the official looking cars pulled up and parked, Syaoran
gave them a quick rundown of what they would find in the classroom. He hadn�t
gotten the full story out of the girl but he could deduce that she had been
sent the package in the middle of lecture, and was unprepared for the �gift�
she found inside. After exchanging information Syaoran quickly asked the bland
looking uniformed officer to see if there were any DNA matches in the database
for the tongue, and if so put out a missing persons listing for them. They
would have another body turning up shortly if this crime boss stayed true to
form.

After receiving a curt affirmative from the officer, Syaoran
rounded his car and got in, intent on returning home and reevaluating ways to
keep this girl safe. It seems that this time this boss wasn�t playing around
and was intent upon seeing Sakura break and break quickly. His grip on the
steering wheel tightened, he had no way of knowing when they would send their
next surprise and he could only hope that he would be prepared when it
happened. Who knew what would happen next? He glanced across the car to the
passenger seat and smiled softly, Sakura�s head rested against the window where
little streams of light played across her face giving her a soft childlike
look. His heart gave another unexpected pang at seeing her so open and
vulnerable in her exhausted sleep.

He wanted to know why he was suddenly so attached to this
girl; they had spoken very little to each other outside of the situation that
she was in and had only spent a few hours at the most in each other�s company.
She wasn�t his usual type, where before he had preferred tall and built she was
small and dainty, completely the opposite of what he should want. But he
couldn�t deny the surge of lust that ran through him every time he looked at
her, every time he held her in his arms: which he had been doing a lot lately.
He shook his head, now was not the time to be thinking about this, just like
now was not the time to get a hardcore crush on somebody, especially when that
person was someone that you�re supposed to protect.

He would have to give Eriol a call and ask a few questions
about the young woman next to him such as why she would be such a threat to
this organization and why they were doing everything in their power to watch
her squirm. He gritted his teeth and prayed that he would be able to take these
bastards down and fast, before Sakura lost faith in humanity all together.

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The man dressed in the expensive looking pressed blue suit
chuckled to himself, watching on the television placed before him the video of
the attractive looking girl as she opened his latest gift. This was way too
much fun, he hadn�t been this into his work in a very long while; the
unsuspecting victims he often abducted were too easy. Rewinding the tape once
more he watched at the girl put the lid to the box down as if it were poison
and then backing away from the desk, a look of terror on her face. Only this
morning had he decided on a definite course of action for the girl, initially
he had wanted to kill her but after seeing how she just wouldn�t give up he had
changed his mind. First, she had gone to the police when most girls would want
to put the event behind them and pretend like it never happened. Second,
instead of letting herself be swept away by the complicated system of the
witness protection program run by the compromised and faulty police she had
allowed her friends to get her a body guard, who surprisingly, was the one cop
that he just couldn�t shake.

Li Syaoran was a royal pain in his ass who
refused to simply fall into every trap set for him and just die. The man
growled angrily, several times the cop had come very close to finding out the
man�s identity and the only reason the man had come out unscathed was from the
very fact that he had a snitch in the cop�s department. It was only through
this that he stayed one step ahead of the determined detective.

Turning his thoughts back to the emerald-eyed beauty that he
was tormenting he grinned cruelly. Even after all that he had she still had the
nerve to show her face at the university when most girls would hide in a hole
and weep for hours on end. Oh this would be so much fun! Grinning he rewound
the tape and watch the girl, this time focusing on her gorgeous body that he
would soon sink his teeth into.

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Sakura stared at the ceiling in Syaoran�s room, so lost in
her thoughts that she didn�t hear the hushed conversation that he was having
with someone on the phone or the television as it was clicked on and the channels were changed. She didn�t hear when Syaoran came
in to check on her and didn�t bother to respond when he asked if she was
alright, clearly she was not. What a stupid question.

In the last hour or so her thoughts had made an abrupt turn,
from scared and fearing for her life to pissed off and
agitated. She had always been a gentle soul, one who cared and nurtured others
so that they could see the beauty in themselves and those around them. Sure
there were times when her temper got the better of her and she would shout or
yell in frustration, but it had always been at something menial and
unimportant. This was the first time she had ever felt true anger and hate
towards another being.

She was tired of crying, tired of being scared, and most of
all tired of relying on others to take care of her life for her. While she
admitted, especially after the events that had transpired that day, that their worry
and concern was warranted, she still couldn�t help but feel frustrated and
upset at how helpless she had let herself be perceived as. Nodding once to
herself in the slowly darkening room she told herself that this would be no
more, she would make her own decisions and refuse to be cowed by some stupid
man who wanted to hurt the world.

Sitting up on the bed she wiped a hand across her tired
face, she had been thinking for hours after returning from her class. She had
awoken on the bed and had proceeded to cry silently to herself, mourning the
pain that this man had inflicted upon other people just to scared her, just to
make her live in fear. She would not let him win, she would not let those
people deaths go unpunished, even if it was a small victory that only she would
know about. She would still be scared, but her fear was gone and her resolve to
live her life was strengthened.

Sliding off the bed and onto her feet she looked around the
room before tugging on her top pulling it back down into place over her flat
stomach and adjusting the jeans that had been tugged down in her tossing and
turning. Taking a deep breath she strode to the door and opened it before
entering the hallway and walking into the living room. Looking around she
couldn�t find Syaoran and shrugged to herself,
unconcerned. Perching herself on the couch she decided she would wait until he
decided to turn up instead of simply rummaging around his apartment.

After a few moments her stomach gave a loud grumble and she
wished that he would hurry up and get out here, she was hungry. She had eaten
very little at breakfast that morning and that was more than half the day ago
leaving her starving and feeling like she wanted to eat a cow. Sighing and
settling more comfortably into the couch she once again thought about simply
ransacking his cupboards for food, rude or not.

She heard a door open and close down the hall, finally! Time for food! Moving to stand
she glanced up and froze. There was Syaoran, completely oblivious to her
presence, walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. Sakura gulped
and tried not to stare as the kitchen was in her direct line of vision trying
desperately to avert her gaze to anything else but no matter how hard she tried
her vision was drawn like a magnet to his half-naked body. Giving up she
studied him, and tried not to drool, taking in his wide-set shoulders and broad
back that was slightly muscled and watching as the tendons and muscles bunched
and contracted with every movement he made. He turned slightly and Sakura got a
glimpse of a broad and toned chest that led down to washboard abs and, Sakura
gulped again, a light dusting trail of hard that led from his navel to the
towel that was wrapped low on his narrow hips.

His lightly tanned skin stood out against the white towel
around his hips and before her thoughts could turn to something vulgar she
cleared her throat, alerting him to her presence. Instead of a startled jump
that she was expecting in reaction she received an even bigger view of his chest
and a teasing smirk. He knew she was
staring at him!

She stood quickly and crossed over into the kitchen, ready
to scold him, �You know it�s indecent to traipse around the house in nothing
but a towel!� She looked at him pointedly, causing his grin to widen, �stop
making fun of me!�

He laughed inwardly at the whiny pitch that her voice had
taken. It was nice to see her actually speak and act somewhat normally for
once, �It�s my apartment, Sakura. I can traipse around it any way I like.� Seeing
her blush he couldn�t help but tease her, taking a step towards her and
crowding her space, he continued, �Besides, you weren�t complaining while you
were ogling me.�

�I-I was not! More like glaring.� Crossing her arms she
stared at him and huffed, �You�re arrogant!� He outright laughed at her attempt
at an insult and she got even more indignant. �Will you stop making fun of me? I don�t find it very funny! And get that
smirk off of your face!� He continued to laugh at her finding it impossible to
take her seriously when she was so much smaller than he, looking ruffled from
sleep and almost kid like in her frustration.

He repeated himself, �It�s my apartment, Sakura. I can smirk
all I want, I live here.� He watched as she stomped her foot, actually stomped
her foot, as she fumed at him. He continued laughing to himself,
finding it highly amusing when she was irritated, the flush that came over her
cheeks was one of the most attractive things he had ever seen. �Unless you can
make me stop smirking,� he said it to tease, not expecting anything more than a
quick retort from the innocent girl.

What he got however, was an armful of Sakura as she launched
herself at him claiming his lips in a kiss. Surprised he wrapped his arms
around her small form to steady them before responding passionately her
ministrations. She wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers in
his thick chocolate hair before pressing herself firmly against him, feeling
his built form against hers. He leant over to bring himself more comfortably to
her height in order to deepen the kiss, tilting his head slightly he sought
entrance to her mouth by tracing his tongue along the seam of her lips. After a
second they opened hesitantly and he plunged his tongue into her warm mouth as
he brought one of his hands up and tangled it in the hair at the nape of her
neck.

Finding it uncomfortable to be bent over he used his other
arm and grasped her tightly around her middle and lifted her, setting her
gently on the counter next to them. Instinctively she parted her thighs so that
Syaoran could stand between them and once again mold their bodies together as
their tongues dueled for dominance. Finally giving in, Sakura let Syaoran take
control of the kiss, pressing firmly against her, his one hand grasping her
hair and the other tracing along her side, memorizing her form.

He wanted her, gods he wanted her, but not like this, not
when she was under so much stress and pressure. He didn�t know if she
instigated this because she was looking for an outlet or because she actually
wanted him. It would have to wait
until this whole thing was over before he would allow himself to pursue
anything more than this; kissing and groping her were as far as he was willing
to go without knowing her true feelings in the matter. Sighing internally he
pulled away, leaving small kisses to her bruised lips before resting his
forehead against her own, eyes closed as he tried to calm his breathing.

She didn�t seem deterred or put out by his sudden withdrawal
and said cheekily, �So does this count as my first kiss, or the one last
night?� She laughed outright at his startled expression as he pulled back to
look her in the eye. Under his scrutiny, she fidgeted, �So what? It was my
first kiss; I just want to know which one is the one that counts.� Smiling
innocently she pushed him gently away and hopped off the counter, �While you�re
busy thinking about that�.FEED ME!�

As if on cue her stomach grumbled loudly as her face shifted
into an adorable pout. Unable to resist Syaoran leaned in and placed a small
chaste kiss on her lips before chuckling, �Let�s go out. I don�t feel like
cooking and if we stay here all the time you�re going to go stir crazy.�

Seeing her eyes light up with childish enthusiasm he
continued to chuckle to himself as she sprinted down
the hall to change. Like he knew she would she came back out into the hall and
was about to say something when he gestured to the inconspicuous looking bag
lying on the outside of his bedroom door. Turning she looked inside finding the
dark coal grey dress slacks and red silk dress top that he had had one of the
officers pick up from her house earlier that day. She mouthed a quick �thank
you� before darting back into the room and closing the door loudly behind her.

Sighing to himself he waited for her to sprint across the
hall and into the bathroom so that he could change. Pulling on dark black
slacks and a forest green button up collared shirt he thought over where he
should take her, thinking hard he didn�t noticed as she peeked in the room to
watch him get ready. The glimpses of tanned flesh too much for her to resist,
especially after the moment they had just shared in the kitchen. Seeing that he
was almost finished she quickly moved down the hallway back into the living
room, determined not to be caught staring. Sitting on the couch she started to
pull on the heels that had accompanied her clothes in the bag, waiting for him
to make his way out of the room so they could leave.

She really shouldn�t be this excited over something so
trivial and common, but at this point it would feel nice to go out and act
normally. While it would do nothing to solve her problems or even begin to put
her life to rights again she couldn�t help but feel that this little act of
normalcy would do her a world of good. Smiling to herself, she greeted Syaoran
as he made his way toward her, looking sexy as hell in his black pants and dark
green shirt. She stood and he preceded her out the door, hopefully I won�t make a fool of myself. She had butterflies
zooming around in her stomach, unable to shake the feeling that this was some
sort of unspoken date.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thank you all to my wonderful readers! You�re amazing. Once
again a thanks to my beta�.who I swear is going to get kicked if he doesn�t
stop making fun of me! Hahah�I hope you enjoyed it!
Have a lovely day/evening/night�.^_^

From the Beta: Enjoy this shit. She made me do a lot of work
on this one.
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