Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Cybernetic Totems ❯ Chapter One of unknown amount ( Chapter 1 )

Sweet notes: This story was inspired by a dream I had last night (well by the time you read it, it'll of been a while ago, -_-;) anyway, I hope it makes more sense then the dream, because I had the most incredible hard time translating that dream. Okay, a basic plot? Touya's father has been involved in a jet plane crash and remains missing, but this isn't the only problem Touya has, one of the Corporation's mysterious CEO's has turned his attention to the brunette and it's only chaos for Touya from there on in! I *might* have played with their ages, but hey, I'm the author, I'm allowed too. Be good boys and girls and review!

Disclaimer: Although I wish I were as brilliant as CLAMP; I am not *-_-;;;;*, which means that I cannot possibly own the Card Captor Sakura characters… unfortunately.

Warning: Contains shounen-ai, Yaoi, Yue/Touya, lemons (in later chapters) and a bit of humour, character ignoring and a smidge of AU techno-ism. Okay, so I lied about the lemons in later chapters and the smidge is actually a huge freakin' theme. But who are you to complain?

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My Cybernetic Totem.

~ By Sweetdeily.

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He gasped painfully as the pale fingers pulled on his dark auburn hair; slim, well muscled body arching deliciously into the arms of his pale tormentor.

"Oh, please…" He whimpered, shuddering and spreading his legs further apart to take more of the sweet abuse.

Silver dilated eyes swept over the prostate form hungrily and pale fingers pulled that silky hair back, forcing his toy to bow his back. He rammed in again, hard, so, so hard into that hot, tight warmth.

"More, harder!" The auburn haired young adult cried out. He was only too happy to oblige, he wanted to fuck him senseless. He pulled out and slammed back in as hard as he could, enjoying the piteous cries of his lover, the wanton moans as he toyed with that dark cock and licked the sweat off his sweet skin. Of course the toy liked these things and it was easily to make him cum, milking that throbbing cock until the last shudder had past him.

And then, he'd keep going, fucking that tight passage until that breath catching, whiteout caught him, until he couldn't breathe and lights danced behind his vision and he could taste his pulse on his tongue and it was so hot, and aching from the pleasure of it and…

Yue woke up in tangle with his sheets and one hand under the waist band of his boxers. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and his heartbeat was pounding throughout all his limbs.

"Fuck." He said quietly to the empty room.

'Fuck' was certainly an interesting choice of words, because he hadn't been… fucking, that was. He'd been dreaming.

Again.

He lay there, panting and trying to figure out how many times he'd jacked off. It was impossible to tell; his brain was a complete fog-bank. With a sigh he slid off the bed and used the silver bedpost to support himself.

"Open windows." The drapes slid back on their tracks and the windows creaked open at his command. Half stumbling, half walking he made it to the balcony and rested there. The cool night air calmed his hyper sensitive skin down somewhat.

Silver eyes gazed out into the distance, looking at the faint stars and the bright city lights of Cyber Tokyo.

"If I don't do something about him soon, I'm going to make myself blind." He concluded, glancing down at his wet boxers. Yue was no stranger to sex, or desire, but ever since he'd seen that guy… he didn't get to sleep unless he stuffed his hands under the pillows and thought of business, and when he was asleep… that was the worst part. His dreams were plagued!

He couldn't control himself when he was asleep, so his subconscious had a field day with all the things it liked to do. He'd always thought he was pretty in touch with his subconscious, but this… this *man* had just screwed everything up. It made him almost hysterical with rage- which was something for Yue because he didn't usually get upset about anything- that one person could do this to him. But then it made him ache with want to just toss that delicious little treasure on his bed and have his wicked way with him. And then Yue would wonder if he'd enjoy that, being viciously fucked, and what if his treasure didn't find attraction to other people. And then he'd be angry again, because if the toy didn't then it was not fair that he could be so damned sexy.

Yue ran his clean hand through his snowy hair and sighed again, louder. What if the toy wasn't interesting? What if he was just like the others? All willing to do it for the money but having no personality of their own, all money snatchers who thought they could try and bully him in to things.

But it wouldn't have to be like that! Yue thought viciously, it could be very good; the toy might be one of those submissive who want a strong dominant, and be almost a slave.

Although he knew, realistically, that it'd be better to have an intelligent partner, one who was semi-interesting.

"What should I care, if he's a money snatcher or not, as long as I get this craving out of me, I couldn't care less." Yue yawned and walked back inside, heading for the shower and the start of another very early day.

"Close window."

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"What do you mean you can't find them!?!? A jet with the company's top executive crashes and you 'can't find them'???"

"Sir! Please calm down! We're doing all that we can, but there's been eight other crashes last night. It's been utter chaos here and we certainly don't need your abuse." The man behind the desk yelled back.

Touya stamped his foot and pointed at the vid screen with the list of the people. "My father was on one of those jets you insensitive prick, if he's dead or dying somewhere I will never forgive you!"

He turned and strode from the station, ignoring the indignant stares of those that he barged past down the steps. It wasn't like him to be so angry, but his father had promised to cook dinner last night and he'd gone to bed thinking horrible thoughts about the man, only to get a call at three thirty in the morning that said his father had been in a crash and they were still searching for him. The police and the rescue teams had dropped everything else they'd been working on to do this. He didn't mean to be abusive, but he was in such a panic.

Touya looked up at the birds that circled above and searched their ranks. Most of the animals were dark and birds of prey, so it was easy to spot the small fluro pink swallow among them. Touya lifted his arm and whistled shrilly, the swallow cooed and dived at him, easily pulling up at the last moment and settling on his arm.

"You weren't teasing those birds were you?" Touya asked. He knew all about his totem's idea of 'humbling' birds of prey. The swallow was a small, fast bird that could easily outmaneuver the bigger brutes. His totem twittered innocently and hopped to his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes Touya headed for the parking lot. He was calmer with the swallow on his shoulder, his anger leaking away under its watchful eyes.

"Mr. Kinomoto?" A voice asked, bringing him out of his mild meditation. Touya opened his cocoa eyes and glared at the man in the suit to his left.

"Yes?" He recognized his father's company label on the jacket but the man looked like a pretty high up.

"Sir Tsukishiro wished to convey his condolences to you and he hopes they find your father soon. In the meantime, he proposes that perhaps you would feel better after a lunch-"

"Tell him thanks but I don't eat lunch. I have to get to work." Touya bowed slightly before crossing the road. The last thing he needed was to listen to some work friend of his father's prattle on about a business he didn't even understand.

Touya was a believer in good, physical work. His father could work on the computer all he wanted, but it drove Touya nuts to sit still for more than an hour. He worked for Cyber Totems Inc. down in the testing rooms where the totems were tested in their little battle areas. His job was to make sure all pre-customized totems worked before they were packaged and sold to little kids who wanted to play the game. His swallow, Sakura, was a company gift, all employees got them, but Touya didn't have any children or younger brothers or sisters to give it too, and his dad had no use for one of the toys.

Slipping into his car Touya inserted the key pad into the control system and waited for the car to finish its self diagnostic check circle before giving the AI his destination.

"Touya's work, please."

The green light flashed, showing him that it was a confirmed destination before the car reversed and headed for the exit.

Sakura cooed and pecked at his ear lightly.

"Hmm?" Touya asked the bird. The totem fluttered over to the dash and hit the fax button. Touya wasn't surprised; the bird usually knew when he had messages. The vid finished downloading and Touya took it out of the cradle, reading the message.

"Hmm, 'dear Mr. Kinomoto deep condolences for missing father, blah, blah, free lunch, blah, blah, blah. Signed, someone who I couldn't care less about.' Right. Sakura, do you get the feeling dad has some pretty annoying friends?"

The swallow whistled and flew to the headrest. Touya clicked the erase button and put the fax back in its cradle.

The car rounded another corner and turned into the company underground parking lot. A brief pause at the gate to show the guard on duty his ID badge and the car rolled on, into the darkness of the lot.

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"Damnit! Kinomoto!" The defeated man fell to his knees with a sigh. "What's you're secret? I mean, seriously, Sakura beats me every single time!"

Touya chuckled. It was after work hours, but his friend Syarong had decided to try his luck against Touya.

Again.

Syarong was the youngest worker that the company employed. But he was a good one about Touya got along with him, if not for their… fights.

Sakura twittered cheerfully and came to rest on Touya's shoulder. Syarong was the world number one Cyber Totem fighter, but he had yet to beat Touya in a single match. Like Touya, Syarong had a small bird-a blue jay- but unlike Sakura it was not as synced with its owner.

"Hey, maybe one day kid. But for now, Sakura is still better."

Syarong rolled his eyes and stood. "Fine. Thank you for the battle, Touya-san."

They bowed to each other and went their separate ways. Touya still had to check his emails for the day- he usually did it after work.

The auburn haired man headed to his desk and slid into the seat, Sakura perched on the tip of the vid screen and preened herself. She was smug again.

"Computer on." Touya mumbled, absently tickling the swallow with his finger.

The computer booted on and took a second to update itself. Finally it beeped in readiness.

"Open email and download all messages to screen. Display earliest first."

The console beeped again and Touya examined the first letter. It was from his boos saying he was pleased with Touya's work and hoped for more.

"Delete. Open next message."

Chain mail.

"Delete."

Junk mail.

"Delete."

From his father's company.

Touya frowned and leaned closer- far closer then you were meant to- as he read the symbols.

'Dear Touya-san,

Hey, it's Eriol, remember me? From your dad's Christmas party? Anyway, I thought I'd send my best wishes, I know it must be hard with the plane crash. Rest assured I think the best.

But none of that's why I wrote. Do you know about the mysterious CEOs of our company?'

Touya paused and thought about it… did he know about them… not really, he knew that they weren't public figureheads and that their names weren't known to many people outside of the company.

'Well the top CEO, Tsukishiro Yue has been poking into your dad's personal files. Has he been acting strange lately, your dad?'

Touya frowned. No, his dad had been like usual.

'I think he might be getting a promotion. A very big promotion. Or… well… or he's in trouble with the company. Either way, I'm not sure… but if something happens to him, I thought it would be important to tell you my suspicions.

Jamatte ne!'

Tsukishiro… Touya rolled the name around in his head. Why did that sound so familiar?

Shrugging it off he finished checking his emails and just for good measure he saved the email from Eriol. He trusted Dad's friend Eriol, when his father had introduced them, he pulled Touya aside and told him Eriol was a hacker. If Touya were ever in trouble, he could count on this man.

Sighing Touya closed down and went for the parking lot.

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Silver owl eyes blinked at the dark suited man who finished reading aloud the report and lowered the vid.

"He… doesn't… eat… lunch?" Yue swallowed those words very slowly.

"Hai."

"He… refused?" Yue was frowning now.

"Hai."

"But that just doesn't make sense… read the quote again." He instructed.

This was not a development.

It hadn't made sense the first time he'd received the report at 11, it hadn't made sense every time he had asked for it to be repeated since then. And it still hadn't made sense to Yue.

The secretary didn't seem too phased, after four hours of rereading a paragraph of writing he'd stopped expecting the text to change.

" 'Tell him thanks but I don't eat lunch. I have to get to work.'" The man recited without lifting the vid.

"…" Yue was silent for the longest time. It was after closing time, and it looked as if… maybe… just maybe… Yue would finally realize he was rejected.

"BUT WHY?" Yue burst out finally.

The secretary was silent.

"What kind of reason would someone turn down lunch with me for?"

It was unfathomable!

Unthinkable!

Unbelievable!

Unimaginable!

Unconceivable!

With the end of the amount of worlds it was 'un' Yue stood and slammed his fist into the table.

"How dare he! I won't let some underling's brat refuse me! Give him one more option and if he should refuse… bring him here by force!"

~ To be continued…

Sweet notes: dun, dun, dun, dun! I haven't seen CCS in ages, so forgive me if the personalities are a little wonky... I'll try to adjust at some point. Reviews are most apriecated!!!

Touya: I'm in trouble aren't I?

Eriol: I wonder what Yue's idea of 'force' is.

Yue: I don't get this at all! If it were up to me, I'd take him myself. Although having underlings to do it for you is a bonus…

Syarong: lets not discuss this… let's just go and hide before Sweetdeily writes the next chapter….

Gang: good idea! *they run for it*