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IMPORTANT NOTE: I've altered this story slightly as I've decided to cramp the shorter chapters into one long chapter. That will hopefully be the length of all the later chapters too :)
Also I've decided to clear the review feedbacks once a new chapter is updated. I will thank all of you in the epilogue if I get that far :)
Oh and before I forget.. the newest update starts from the end of chapter five, right after when Sakura meets Chiharu and Eriol.
Chapter One
Sakura
I blame my migraine on the inventor of the Lock and Key, I blame my father for finding the Key and I blame myself for caring. The Lock and Key had been created thousands of years ago by an anonymous civilization. It had been known that it contains information of advanced technology that is said to be unthinkable at the moment. The civilization before ours had been wiped out by an inadvertent experiment and father believes that it is held in the Lock and Key.
My father Fujitaka Kinomoto is an inconsequential archaeologist that had
not gain any fame until that fateful excavation. He found one of the pieces to
the Lock and Key. Media prowled at him from every angle, every country. I barely
spoke to him since it became known that my father held a piece of world power.
He held the power to enhance our generation, and the power, to destroy it.
Not only did the paparazzi catch onto this item, the criminal world is on
to get their hands onto it too. Which notorious leader? My father had been
targeted several times until the government had made him a proposition to gain
access to high security levels while he studied the relic he discovered if he
would hand in the information to the government also. He agreed.
Of course he would agree, why wouldn't he? He is much more concerned
about his safety than the Key. He had been with the government since. What of
me? What about the beloved daughter of the world's most over-nightly prominent
man?
Even though I did not want to be caged-up under the intense scrutiny of
the government with my father. I had not been expecting to be left there, in our
apartment waiting for the usual tomorrow. The government was not as hospitable
towards me as they are towards my father as I was no use to them. So what of me?
I had only spoken to my father once after the Key was found and although I know
he still cares about me, he isn't able to look after me anymore. At least not
until this whole ordeal is over. It was too late to join my father in the cells
of the government enjoying the last of my teenage years in a prison-like
home. My father had found the best resort for me. I was unable to
attend school and live an almost normal life, as the criminal world would be
sure to eat me up by daylight. I was to be assigned a bodyguard. The best of the
best as my father had told me over the phone. With his massive fortune after his
excavation, I had to have the second-best security, away from father, with a
complete stranger.
In conclusion, or at least, to sum everything up, I was screwed. My life,
is screwed. Now I'm sitting here waiting for the man that was allocated my
bodyguard with more than a few thoughts playing ping-pong against my head,
bringing up a colossal migraine. To make matters even worse, I believe I am
hearing a continuous ringing noise in my head. It is driving me insane.
As the ringing grew louder I realized it wasn't my head that was ringing,
the damn phone was.
"Yes?" I spat irritably into the phone.
"Well good morning sunshine," a cocky voice sounded.
"Who is this?"
"Aww.. forgotten me already Kura-chan?"
"Taka? Takeshi Yamasaki from elementary?" I blinked a few times. This was
a surprise. My childhood best bud was calling me up in the middle of the mental
breakdown of yours truly.
"The one and only! I heard about your father, he's been pretty famous
recently."
"Newsflash," I rolled my eyes.
"As your humble and lovable pal, I'll let your sarcasm slide today. How
are you?"
"Alive," I started untangling the phone cord.
Takeshi chuckled softly, "I'd be shocked otherwise. Listen I recruited
Syaoran Li, the bodyguard your father has told me to assign you. He will assure
you guaranteed safety but I felt it necessary to warn you about him."
"Taka, what is it?" If there was something wrong with the man I was mean
to hang out with for the coming weeks maybe months, I should know. Haha..
hanging out.. theres a joke.
"Its nothing really, he's just really.. putting it mildly, unsociable."
"That's not that bad is it? Try putting it harshly," I pressed him.
"He's very dominant and cold. Don't expect to have a friendly
relationship with him, as it'll most likely never happen. He won't take anyone's
crap, Kura-chan, even though he's guaranteeing that you're not getting killed,
he didn't allege that he wouldn't hurt you, be careful kay?"
"Okay."
"Right, I gotta go, I'll see ya later?"
"Yeah, bye."
"Take care."
"I will," I hung up.
The doorbell rang immediately after her conversation with Takeshi. It
rang again, this time more aggressively than the first; the ring could be
heard echoing through the entire house, did he think I was deaf?
When I pulled open the door, the stranger pushed me in and slammed the
door shut behind him. He shoved me aside and walked straight past. I was
standing there stunned at the harsh act. What the hell?! A stranger that acted
like it was his house pushed me aside in my own home. He walked straight to the
phone.
"I've arrived," his deep voice rumbled.
What the hell? Is he here to kill me? My bodyguard isn't even here yet
and this guy was going to kill me.
He turned to me after he hung up, "Kinomoto Sakura?"
Like he wouldn't know, He was sent here to kill me and he doesn't even
recognize me?
"Damnit woman are you or are you not Kinomoto Sakura?" His eyes blazed at
me, staring at me intensely cowering me into the wall behind me. I was so
scared; he was going to kill me. I tried to speak but I couldn't utter a word.
He pulled out a gun and placed it next to my head.
"Kinomoto-san?" He asked again.
"Yes-yes, I'm her, I'm she.. I mean-"
He placed his gun away and turned around to walk towards the kitchen.
What the hell? The bastard aims his gun at me, shoves me aside in my
house and threatens to kill me just walks away the next minute.
I ran up next to him and pushed him roughly on the shoulder.
"Who the fuck are you?" I screamed at him.
When he didn't turn around, I shoved him again. "Who-"
He rammed me against the wall and caged me between his arms. "Listen to
me good Kinomoto-san," he scowled, "Yamasaki Takeshi had assigned you to me so I
have to keep an eye out for you. When you're with me be careful of what you say
because like many men out there, I have no patience. But exceptionally to me, I
don't give a fuck if I hurt you. You do what I say or I personally end your
sorry little life. Understood?"
I froze. Oh my god. This is the spiteful bastard that was to keep me
safe. I could just go up to him and slap him if I wasn't so scared. How ironic
that the man that was to protect me is the man that had given me my first taste
of cold fear.
While I had been contemplating, he leaned in closer.
"Understood?" He growled in a low voice. An almost whisper but the tone
firm and malicious.
I nodded.
He averted his gaze to the door.
"We're leaving."
The words so simple but the meaning so deep, it sounds final, it sounded
like I would never see my home again. It sounded like I would never see my
father again.
Before I could control myself, words tumbled right out of my mouth "What?
Isn't this too short of a notice?"
His gaze switched back to me. His eyes were of a deep brown, a
mesmerizing deep brown. It held no emotion. It wasn't possible to
tell what this man was thinking by looking into his eyes. When the great
scholars said that the eyes are the window to the soul, they probably had made
an exception.
"What part of Do as I say, don't you understand? I'm not notifying you
that we're leaving. I'm telling you." His eyes flickered do a darker shade of
brown as his eyes narrowed slightly.
"I- I'll go uhm.. pack," I scurried from him to my room and pulled out my
duffel bag.
I was beginning to think that my duffel bag wouldn't be enough. Scratch
that, it wasn't enough. But it he's not going to let me take more than
necessary, and I'm not stupid enough to complain again incase history repeats
itself.
He eyed the bag slung over my shoulder and gave a quick nod. He looked at
me again inspecting me, and the look, almost devouring me.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped self-consciously. I wasn't going to
stand here waiting for any guy, murderous or not, to check me out shamelessly.
He gave me a cruel smirk, the side of his mouth tilting slightly and his eyes
finally letting me in on something. Amusement. The only time he let out anything
close to a smile, it's at my expense.
"Don't worry honey, I'm not desperate enough to commit statutory rape no
matter how cute the child is."
"Child? What the hell are you talking about?" I lost control, blinded by my fury.
No one has ever called me a child since.. I was a child. "I'm not a child
anymore, and I'd appreciate it if you do not refer to me as one."
Oh my god. I rambled at him again. I'm so gonna get it this time. Why do
I have to lose control like that.
"Whatever kid," He turned around and walked towards the entrance of the
door. He turned around and leaned on the doorframe. "Oh, Before I forget, dress
more.. mature. Hanging out with a kid is not the style I'm going for."
"I'm sorry if I don't have any clothing matching your criteria," I rolled
my eyes and turned around to unpack some items.
"It's not like you'd be seen in public much anyway. We're trying to keep
a low profile." He sounded annoyed, "Get some from your mom."
It was then that I shut up. I couldn't argue back to that. My voice
simply choked in my throat. And it was then that I realised how much I missed my
father.
"I don't have one."
I pushed past him and ran to the bathroom. I didn't want him to be in the
same room as me whilst I'm crying. I couldn't control my tears. I miss my mom,
and my dad. I don't know when I'll see my father again.
I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom for. A childish part of me
had some sick, twisted idea that he would walk in here apologise and attempt to
comfort me. Pft, what bullshit. I'm living in reality and honestly, it bites.
How could I have been such an idiot? I shook my head and shuffled into the
living room.
I dropped my bag on the floor and slumped in my personal sofa.
"Get
dressed," he simply said, tossing a bag to me.
I rummaged through the
contents and noticed the receipt was still there. I smiled inwardly, he bought
clothes for me whilst I was drowning myself out in sorrow.
"Thankyou." I tried to smile at him.
He laughed, not a pleasant laugh. More of a sardonic sneer. "Just so you
wont trudge all over me with your denim overalls." He stood up and left.
I went back the the jolly ol' bathroom and looked at myself in the
mirror. What can I say? I look like shit, I felt like shit. I quickly pulled on
the white blouse and left the hem of the shirt hanging out and pulled on the
pleated denim skirt. How did he know what size I was?
When I walked out, he didn't lift his eyes from the papers but only nod
to acknowledge my presence.
"So, when are we leaving?" I asked nervously. I'm not used to being
around him. I don't think I ever will get used to it either.
"Now." He stood up and walked towards the door not even giving me a
second glance.
I ran after him to catch up. He took long, clean, powerful strides
towards his motorbike. I caught a glimpse of the numberplate, or at least, where
the number plate should have been. It was taken off. The bike was a piece of
art. Silver, sleek and it looks very, very dangerous.
When my mind finally stopped analysing his mode of transport I started to
panic. "You really don't expect me to go on that do you?"
"You really don't expect me to answer that do you?"
Why that selfish arrogant bastard. "Why can't he just drive a car like
normal people do?" I muttered under my breath.
"Kinomoto-san, your ignorance is gnawing at my patience. Would you please
get on the vehicle. I do not wish to repeat myself," he ground out in a hardened
tone.
I didn't have to be told twice. I hopped on behind him and held onto the
back of his jacket using two shaky hands.
He sighed.
He turned around and plopped an oversized helmet on my head and placed my
arms around his waist. I couldn't help not blushing.
He started the engine. It purred into life and we immediately sped out of
the driveway.
A few minutes later, we were on the freeway. I wanted to remove my arms
from him and feel the air through my fingers. It felt like I was flying. I felt
like I was free. We were going at a steady pace so I began to loosen my grasp on
him.
"Don't let go."
I quickly held onto him again a blush slowly creeping
on my cheek. I can't believe I was so childish.
After about twenty minutes on the bike I was getting bored. The scenery
had not changed at all as we glided through the freeway.
"Syaoran?" the name seemed foreign to me lips as I said his name for the
first time.
"Li."
"Li-kun," I corrected myself, "Where are we going?"
There was a pause, and then he simply said, "New York."
Author's Notes: First chapter re-uploaded! I hope the length is sufficient as I will try to keep it constant for all the chapters! Review!
Yuu chan