Chapter One of My Heart Relies on You:
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!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters regarding Card Captor Sakura.
A/N: I’ve decided to start a new fanfiction; only it’s not going to be Harry Potter, but Card Captor Sakura. Hope you all like it, and please review! I know many have written a fanfiction that’s sort of like this, but I’m trying to change it up a little. This story is based on a Chinese movie that I once saw. I’m sorry to say, but I forgot the title.
Chapter One:
An auburn haired man walked down the long corridor of a hotel, a gun in one hand, and a photograph of a man in another.
“405, 407, 409 ... Bingo!” he thought.
His eyes narrowed, when he found that the door was locked. He brought up his foot, kicked to door, and charged into the open room.
A tall, skinny man with balding hair opened his eyes in shock, bewilderment, fear, and anger.
The man with auburn hair covering his amber eyes lifted his right hand to the man’s head, and pulled the trigger of the gun, not giving his victim the time to react.
“BANG!”
The man fell, and the trained assassin turned on his heel, and went out the door.
He walked to the elevator, which took him to the lobby of the hotel.
As he brushed by a man, the other guy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at him, but the moment quickly passed.
Walking down the street into “Tokyo’s Hotel”, he went to his room – 511 - and settled down in his bed, without changing his clothes. His eyes were closed, and things were calm for a few minutes, until he clutched his heart painfully. With his eyes rolling into the back of his head, he lifted a strained hand towards the dresser besides his bed. He grabbed the bottle of pills, shook one into the palm of his hand and gulped it down with a glass of cold water.
His heart returned to normal, and his eyes focused onto the ceiling again.
“I guess I can not be an assassin much longer, with my heart like this,” he mumbled to himself, as he fell into a deep and exhausted sleep.
“Put me down!” a young woman with pretty brown hair and sparkling emerald eyes demanded, playfully.
Her “kidnapper” placed her down gently, and wrapped his arms around his beautiful fiancé. He leaned his head against her left shoulder, and sighed.
“You home from work?” she asked, looking back down at the steak she was cooking.
“Yeah. Long day,” replied the young man with blackish blue hair and deep blue eyes that could penetrate deep within one’s soul.
“But we finally solved the theft case that we have been so worried about!” he said, grinning happily.
“You should have a safer job. Being a policeman – a head officer, for that fact – is so dangerous!” the woman protested.
The man silenced her by placing a finger on her lips.
“But I love my job,” he said, softly.
The young woman shook her head.
“I should’ve known I couldn’t convince you,” she said mournfully, “you’re so stubborn!”
“But that’s why you love me!” her fiancé joked.
The woman shook her head.
“Why did I agree to marry you?” she asked.
“Could you turn down all this?” he asked, gesturing his hands at the beautiful house that the would-be couple would be sharing – or actually, was already sharing. The two-story house was beautifully sculpted, with marbled stairs, wonderful wooden furniture, and a white and luxurious carpet.
She smiled, “That’s why I married you. For your money.”
“Of course, but also...?” asked her fiancé, pouting.
“Because you’re you and you’re perfect that way!” she exclaimed, kissing him soundly on the lips.
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