Chapter 2 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.
Chapter 2:
Sakura Kinomoto, a pretty twenty-three year old woman, sighed happily, while watching her 24-year-old fiancé, Torri Sugito, cook. Rather, try to cook. Sakura rolled her emerald green eyes and asked curiously, “Did anything interesting happen at work today?”
Torri glanced at her and pouted, “You cook!”
Sakura laughed and took the spatula and wok from him.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. I saw this guy walking in the hotel that I was checking up on. The guy had this very evil aura. I don’t know how to explain it, but just looking at him made me shudder. Do you remember the last three deaths in the past two weeks? I suspect that the assassin is him,” Torri said, matter-of-factly.
Sakura’s eyes flashed, and she said warningly, “Innocent, until proven guilty!”
“I know! But then there was a call from security. Apparently he heard a gunshot go off in one of the rooms, and sure enough, a man was dead.”
Sakura sighed, “Society these days!”
After a good dinner that Sakura had cooked, she settled down in front of the television, while Torri sat at his desk.
“Ugh!” he groaned, burying his head in his hands.
“I can’t remember how that man looks like now!” he exclaimed, feeling frustrated.
He held up a black and white drawing of a man with long hair covering his serious eyes. He was wearing a long jacket with pants.
Sakura walked over to take a look at her husband’s artwork. She tilted her head at the picture, and said innocently, “He looks kind of cute!”
Torri’s eyes widened.
Sakura laughed and said jokingly, “Maybe I’ll dump him for you! Not...” she quickly said, seeing as how her fiancé’s face turned an ugly shade of purple.
“Heh!” said Sakura, smiling sheepishly at him.
Syaoran Li was jolted awake from his sleep by his cell phone next to his bed on the drawer.
He groaned, and put his head under the pillow.
“Argh!”
He grabbed the phone, flicked it open, and said in a monotonous voice, “Yeah?”
“Syaoran!” the voice on the other end shouted.
The amber-eyed man with chestnut hair was instantly wide-awake.
“What the hell do you want, David?” yelled Syaoran.
“Hey! What did I do? It’s already ten o’ clock!” protested Syaoran’s closest buddy.
“Look, boss wants to see you. It’s about that brand new potion that Dr. Shiro was supposed to make. I think that it works, and he needs you, the trained assassin, to kill more people,” he chucked.
“All right. I’ll be there in a minute,” replied Syaoran, closing the phone.
He rolled out of the bed.
He took a fast shower, changed into suitable clothes, brushed his teeth, and hurried on his way out.
While grabbing a donut, he jumped into his red Porsche, and blazed his way out of the hotel’s parking lot.
“I-I…” stammered the all-time famous doctor in Tokyo, Japan.
“Ah, Dr. Shiro! Hand over the killing potion!” Sugujji Kai said, gleefully clapping his hands.
The doctor, Dr. Shiro, nodded his head and handed him the potion.
Two tall men stepped forward, when Sugujji beckoned his head.
They grabbed a hold of the doctor and his nurse.
Dr. Shiro screamed, “I knew there was something wrong with you! Call Security!”
The nurse and he wiggled furiously, but to no avail could they get out of the two bodyguards’ grips.
“Dr. Shiro, there is no use in fidgeting,” said Sugujji.
“You’re going to die anyway. Why, I need somebody I can test this potion on. It might as well be you,” he said.
The men forced the “patients’” mouths open, and dumped the potion down their throats.
The nurse and Dr. Shiro’s eyes rolled backwards, and they stopped moving, before withering to the floor, in a silent death.
Syaoran’s boss chucked, and beckoned to Brian, his assistant, to carry the two victims out.
“Dump them in a river, or something. Just get rid of them!” he ordered.
Brian nodded, and carried the two dead bodies out the door with the help of the bodyguards.
Sugujji bent down, and picked up the suitcase that was filled with the “Killing Potion.”
He walked put of the hospital like he did no wrong.
When Sugujji got to his limousine, Syaoran stopped him.
“Boss! David told me that you needed to see me.”
His boss nodded.
“I trust you the most, Syaoran. You are like a son to me. Here is a suitcase that is full of the ‘Killing Potion’ and I want you to go into ‘Orange Country Hotel’ and kill...” Sugujji pulled out a photo of a bunch of smiling men, “them!”
Syaoran nodded.
Sugujji’s eyes softened as he glanced down at Syaoran.
“This is important to me. Do not fail! If you have any problems, I am here if you need somebody to talk to. Or you can always talk to ... David.”
Syaoran nodded.
Sugujji got into his car, and Syaoran turned to David.
“What do you say we go andhave some fun?” he asked.
“Dang!” said Torri’s friends and workers at the police station.
Torri had scanned his hand drawn picture of the ‘assassin’ into his computer.
His co-workers were oohing and ahhing over his picture.
“Oh, come on guys! It’s not that good!” Torri said modestly.
“Yes it is!” protested Kori Yamaganski, “give me some of your talent!”
Torri rolled his eyes, and got up from his computer.
“I need some coffee!” he muttered.
“Torri! Look!” yelled Kori.
Torri ran to his computer with a cup of coffee in his hand. The computer had processed up a bunch of information.
“The man is Syaoran Li. Age 24. Birthday is July 13, and he has an O blood type. His favorite color is green and he likes sushi ... Okay, why do I need to know that?” he asked himself, frowning.
“Well, at least now you know some more information about this man. You think he’s the assassin, right?” asked Ryan Djibouti.
Torri nodded. “Yes, but I also think that there’s something else about him...”
He went on to the Internet, and within seconds, he was searching the net.
“Ah-ha! This is a website for us ‘policemen’ to search files on other people in the world. Syaoran Li ... Here. He has heart failures from a fire. Oh ... This is sad. Syaoran Li had a hard childhood. He has heart problems because his house was set on fire. He barely made it out, but sadly his dad and four sisters died. His mother is still alive, and she’s living in China. He ... wait a minute! He disappeared after the death of a close family friend. My suspicious are now focused solely on this man,” said Torri.
A Couple of Days Later...
“Torri!” yelled Sakura.
Torri ran up to his fiancée and twirled her around and around in the air, while a photographer was snapping pictures of the two of them.
“A little to the left. Smile! Great! Perfect!”
Sakura and Torri were finally getting their wedding pictures done. They had chosen Tokyo Japan’s most famous park.
The setting had luscious trees growing with fruit; there was a serene lake behind tall fields of grass.
Sakura settled happily onto Torri’s lap.
“Finally! A day where you are finally free to go out and have some fun!” said Sakura.
Just as she said this, the beeper on Torri’s belt beeped.
“No!” protested Sakura, “Dang! I shouldn’t have said that!”
Torri smiled and got out his cell phone.
“Hey, Kori! What’s up? No! ... What?”
He closed his cell phone.
“Er ... Honey. I’m really sorry. I have to go ... settle this case. Uh, maybe I shouldn’t go. I’ll just call back Kori and tell him to get somebody else. I know how much this photo shoot means to you,” he trailed off.
Sakura shook her head, “Just go! I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back!”
Torri smiled and leaned forward to capture Sakura’s lips with his.
“Bye, sweetheart! I love you!”
Sakura smiled. “I love you too.”
Little did she know ... this would be the last time she would ever utter these words to Torri.
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