Chapter Eight of My Heart Relies on You:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Card Captor Sakura.
Summary: Syaoran Li is a trained assassin. Sakura Kinomoto is a basic average woman trying to bring happiness and joy to the world. What will happen when their two paths are crossed? SS and ET. Please R&R!
Recap of Chapter 7:
The man that entered the flower shop was the man Torri had been suspicious of.
So ... was he the one ... that killed all the people?
Chapter Eight:
Sakura shuddered at the thought, but she shrugged.
It could just be a coincidence, she told herself.
Meanwhile, while Sakura was watering the flowers; Syaoran walked quickly to his hotel.
He walked into his room, and laid the flowers gingerly on the desktop.
Flipping on the television, casually, he landed on a Sports Channel, and he laid his head back against the pillow.
For some strange reason, he couldn’t help but think about the girl in the flower shop.
She was so ... cute ... that was the word. But she looked like she had a deeper ... Argh!
Syaoran groaned.
“I feel so lost!” he protested to himself.
His cell phone rang, and he flipped it open.
“Yeah?” he asked listlessly.
“Hey, Syaoran!”
“David! What’s up?” he said, sitting up on his bed.
On the other side of the telephone line, David anxiously babbled, “Look, I have something really important to tell you.”
“What?”
“Well, the man you killed ... or we both killed,” he said, after thinking about it for a moment, not wanting to anger Syaoran, his best friend.
Syaoran blinked, “What?” he asked.
“Well, he had a fiancé, and her name is Sakura Kinomoto.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Syaoran asked.
“Just in case you run into her, so you don’t give away anything. I think ... Sakura ... whoever that is ... is probably wanting to kill you right now.”
Syaoran thanked David, and hung up.
Was David right?
Sakura was at the mall still, working.
She smiled to herself, bitterly, as she looked at the picture of Torri.
She couldn’t really blame Torri for dying; it was probably fate.
What she really wanted to know was who killed him.
She didn’t hate the man who killed Torri because deep inside, she felt sympathy.
The killer probably had a good reason.
Instead of anger, she pitied the assassin.
Syaoran groaned, and he leapt up off of the bed.
He ran back to the mall, and walked into the flower shop before he even knew it.
“Hi!” said a happy voice.
Syaoran looked up into a different woman’s face.
“You!” he started.
Sharon looked confused.
“Me?” she asked.
“Uh, sorry. I was wondering if ... er ... the other lady that works here ... is ... she...”
“Oh, you must mean Saku!” said Sharon brightly.
“I’ll go get her.”
“Knock, knock,” came Sharon’s voice.
“Yes?” asked Sakura.
Sharon popped her head in.
“There’s a man here to see you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
Sakura frowned, “Who?” she asked, ignoring Sharon’s flirtatious come-hither looks.
Sharon shrugged, her face becoming serious once again.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the man who tripped,” she said, before she burst out laughing.
Sakura got up, and said, “Shut your mouth!” she scolded Sharon lightly.
She walked outside, and came face to face with ... Syaoran.
“Oh, hi!” she said.
Syaoran nodded.
“Uh,” he blushed.
Sharon chuckled silently, before leaving the store quietly.
“I just had to ... come ... er ...to ask,” he said, stumbling over his words.
Sakura frowned, “Are you all right, sir?”
Syaoran coughed.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Sakura nodded, and she sat down in a chair, and motioned Syaoran to accompany her in another guest chair that was next to hers.
Syaoran looked around the store and said, “Wow, nice place you got!”
Sakura cracked a smile, “Thanks.”
Syaoran glanced round the place.
It was filled with all kinds of flowers, and it smelled ... faintly of ... fresh flowers.
It oddly reminded him of his house where he once lived in with his parents and five older sisters. There was the most incredible garden. Each day, he would journey there, and spend hours sitting and thinking. It soon changed after his dad and sisters all died from an accident. He loved his house, and soon, he was daydreaming about his past.
“Your question?” asked Sakura, breaking into Syaoran’s deep thoughts.
Syaoran jumped.
“Oh! Uh ... what’s your name?” he blurted out, before mentally giving himself a smack.
Sakura blinked.
“You came all the way here to ask me that?” she asked aloud.
Syaoran blushed ... and nodded.
Sakura snorted, in a female mannerism of course, ... and said, “Sakura Kinomoto.”
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