Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Not Meant To Love ❯ Do You Remember Me? ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Hey!!! I am soo sorry it’s taken me so long to write another chappie, I’ve been really busy with my school finals and all that crap. Anyways now I’m back and here to give u another one of my chapters that you all have patiently waited for.

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Chapter 3

Do You Remember Me?

Sakura was overly excited about the night before, of what had happened between her and Syaoran. She had lay in bed for hours just thinking about him. Of his body, his manliness, his personality, his lips... She barely even knew him and yet she felt like jumping on him, regardless of her self preservation. But she was the old fashioned kind of girl and always waited for the guy to make the first move. After all, she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression… That was the last thing she wanted to do.

It was morning, well past nine o’ clock and there was a slight dim of light entering through the small window onto her bright pink walls, shadowing the bed where Sakura was still bundled up in her comforter. Her head was under the covers where it was dark and she was thinking about what would’ve happened if she didn’t have to leave the restaurant the night before. Maybe she would’ve gone outside for a stroll with him, just talking about random things, or maybe she would’ve lost all control of her body, doing things that she knew was bad. Well… maybe not that bad. In a way she was making up the story in her mind, only so she could rethink it over and over again. She smiled under the covers, thinking about all of the possibilities. She was just getting to the good part when Tomoyo barged noisily into her bedroom, looking pale, sad, shocked, and devastated all at the same time.

Shaken at the sudden bang of her door and the wall, Sakura threw the blankets off her body and sat bolt upright to look at who had interrupted her wonderful moments of bliss. One minute she saw Tomoyo standing at her bedroom door, her hair matted as if she had just woken up, and the next she was sitting down at the foot of the bed breathing hard, her eyes red from stress. Sakura folded her legs beneath her and waited anxiously for an explanation.

“We…we…I can’t believe…it’s…” Sakura raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms while Tomoyo continued mumbling; desperately trying to get her words out and at the same time using her arms to try to draw a picture of what she was trying to explain. “It was there… then… gone… just like that! Dropped maybe… stolen?” Sakura flung her arms in the air in frustration and stood from the bed, the sun from her window making her hair glimmer ever so lightly in the light.

“How about you breathe? That might help.” She said, grabbing the blanket off the floor.

“We’re broke.” Tomoyo said flatly. She seemed too dazed to realize how serious and frantic she should have been acting. She simply just sat on the bed, her hair still a mess, and looking out into nothing. Sakura finished folding the blanket and laid it on the bed, putting her pillow on it to make room for her to sit.

”What do you mean we’re broke?” She was a little confused. She didn’t know whether she meant that they were out of money or if she had broken something. So instead, she just looked at her, patiently waiting for a response. 

“I mean we’re broke, as in no money.” Tomoyo seemed calm when she said this. Too calm. She wasn’t as hysterical as she was when she nearly broke the bedroom door down.

“Pfft hah! Okay we’re broke, now can you leave so I can get changed?” Sakura said, smiling. To her, she thought it was all a joke that Tomoyo was playing in her own attempt to try and get her worried. Unfortunately for her though, it wasn’t working. Standing up from the bed, she made her way to the closet and opened the white wooden doors to search her belongings.  

“Sakura…we have no money.” There was a peculiar wave in Tomoyo’s voice when she said this, and without warning, a lump formed in Sakura’s throat. Now she had the feeling that she was actually telling the truth. Lowering her hand from one of the coat hangers, Sakura frowned.

“We have no money?”

A tear dropped from Tomoyo’s blue eyes, following an awkward silence. “Are you joking?” Sakura asked. Tomoyo shook her head and answered ‘no’ before another tear fell onto her pale cheek. Panic overwhelmed her as Sakura’s eyes widened in horror.

“What happened to it?! How could you lose our money, is it even possible?!” She yelled, nearly losing all control.

“I don’t know! It’s just gone!” Tomoyo tried to explain, defending herself. Sakura put a hand to her forehead and kicked the wall, leaving a black mark at the bottom where her foot made contact with the paint. Trying to keep calm, she lowered her voice and spoke in a more quiet tone.

“You do know that we can’t go to the bank to get money, seeing as you lost everything.” Tomoyo remained silent and nodded her head while Sakura lay limply against the wall. “What are we going to do? Did you try looking for it? Maybe it’s somewhere here, you’ve just misplaced it.”

“I don’t have my purse. Everything we had of any importance was in that purse.” She explained, “It’s not here Sakura.”

“This can’t be happening!” Sakura screamed. “My things were in there too. I asked you to carry everything for me so I wouldn’t have to bring mine.” Sakura breathed deeply, trying to control her anger. “I’ve just had the time of my life and now I find out that we’re completely broke without enough money to buy a twenty-five cent gum ball!” She sighed, regaining her composure, “Maybe we can get help from the police?”

“Sakura, we can’t talk Chinese.”

“Naturally they’ll have others who can speak Japanese.”

 “They’ll probably think that we’re lying.”

“There’s no way to prove that we’re not!”

Tomoyoremained silent. “Maybe we can call home? We can get help from my mother.” She stood from the bed. “Until our help arrives, we can get jobs.” Sakura giggled sarcastically at that comment.

“Yeah sure, okay, let’s get jobs! We can’t speak Chinese, it’s going to take at least a week to even earn enough to get a fucking bowl of soup! And who knows, the hotel supervisors might kick us out for not being able to pay for our stay. If we did stay at the hotel, by the time we receive any amount of money, the bill is going to be outrageous.” Sakura was pacing the room and saying all of this through a clenched jaw. “We’ll still be able to pay once we sort this all out, but why let the bill pile up?”

“So are you saying that we move out? We don’t have anywhere to go Sakura, no one will take us in.” Sakura stopped dead pace, in realization and quickly rushed to the phone. Grabbing a piece of paper off of the dresser, she read the number on it and hurriedly dialed the digits. Tomoyo appeared from the room a few moments later with a confused look on her face.

“Sakura what-” she began, but Sakura held out a finger to silence her and she pressed the phone to her ear, her hand shaking ever so slightly.

“Hello, I need to reach Li Syaoran please...”

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SyaoranPov:

 216; Iwonder if she’s thinking about me. Ha well, of course she is, I’m irresistible.’ I thought walking down the aisles of the supermarket. I was looking for some magazines to amuse me while I waited in my hotel suite for my next objective. My boss, the big D, was never the punctual type of guy. That’s what I hate most about him. There were times where I would be done with my mission, all packed and ready to go home when suddenly I get a phone call three days later from him, telling me that I was supposed to take the guy back with me so he could question him. But of course, it was a little late. The cops already had him locked up in his cell. All the same, I had to go through all the paperwork just to get the guy out of jail. Sigh. I’ll probably be able to survive another few years off this guy. I mean, I get good pay doing this shit, that’s the only upside. But after that, I’m ditching him and the rest of the crew to live off what I’ve earned.

I already had the magazines (Playboy of course), wrapped up firmly in a plastic bag and was now making my way to my car. Yep, my car is my baby, with the emerald metallic paint that changes different shades of green, no matter what angle you look at it from. She was sitting in the parking lot all ready for another spin. Yep, I take good care of her just as much as I take care of myself. Heh, that’s a first.

Opening the door I step into it, tossing the magazines onto the passenger’s seat beside me. Eager to get home and look at them, I started the engine and sped off, passing girl after girl who couldn’t manage but take a quick glimpse at me while I drove down the road. All girls are the same; they want one thing and one thing only… sex. Pfft, and they say that’s all guys think about. Well to tell you the truth, that’s all that girls think about too.

Not that I mind that or anything.

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Normal Pov:

As Syaoran drove off into the distance, a young man about his age appeared from around the corner of the market Syaoran had left. He had an evil glint in his eye and was smirking… how odd. He placed his hands in his pockets as he watched Syaoran’s car disappear from view.

“So, Syaoran Li is in town. Should I go and pay him a visit?” He contemplated to himself, still looking at the road even though the car was long gone. “I think he’ll enjoy my company, we are friends after all, would be a shame to lose the opportunity to say hi.” He said as he walked over to his Harley motorcycle. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which made the bike look brand new, the color illuminating from the reflection of the sun. Rearing the engine, he listened to it purr as he hastily followed after him, making sure to not lose his trail. Little did he know that someone was going to be calling him in approximately two hours looking for a job.

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Syaoranwas listening to his music and bobbing his head up and down at the same time like a bobble head doll. Every now and then he would sing a few words to the song and look out the window to see if anyone was watching him. Embarrassment, he supposed. After the fifth time looking out the window, he noticed someone behind him.

‘That guy has been following me ever since I left the market.’ Syaoran thought as he made another turn. Even though he was coming close to his hotel, he purposefully made a few wrong turns to see if the guy behind him would follow. ‘Who are you?’ He thought to himself, looking in his rear view mirror. After admitting to his self that whoever it was, was indeed, pursuing him, he made a hard turn and full throttled to try and lose him; and, to no shock, he did. Looking back out behind him, he didn’t see anyone. Smiling, impressed with himself, he slowed down and continued his way back to the hotel.

He parked his car outside of the black building, people walking in and out of the golden decorated doors. They turned to look at the car as Syaoran tweaked the alarm, making a beeping sound as he walked through the front doors to the elevators. He had a feeling that he had an important phone call that he was going to miss, preferably from his boss. So walking into the elevator and pressing the top floor button, Syaoran waited patiently, the Chinese melody soothing his tensed body. Within seconds he reached the top floor where his suite was and slid his card through the slot to gain him self entrance.

Throwing the car keys on the coffee table, he threw off his shoes and walked over to the couch, slumping into it lazily as he awaited his important phone call.

‘Who was that person? Was it a male or female?’ He thought. ‘It must be a guy. Girls are too stupid to ride motorcycles.’ Syaoran lay on the couch with his head between two pillows, thinking about who the person on the motorcycle was and why he was following him. Did the guy know what he was up to? Or did he just happen to go the same direction he was going? Both ways seemed suspicious and Syaoran wasn’t going to let this go easily.

After a few moments of being lazy on the sofa, the sound of an engine caught his attention. Standing up, ears perked at the loud, rumbling noise, Syaoran walked over to his window and lifted a hand to move the blue curtains out of his view. He looked around to see who was making such racket and noticed someone moving down below. It was the guy who was following him back from the market. Trying to see who it was, Syaoran continued watching him. The stranger was just about ready to get off the bike and take off his helmet when someone knocked on the door. Syaoran cursed to himself. He was extremely curious to find out who had been following him. He remained in place, looking out of his window in anticipation. Again, another knock was heard, and the person on the bike still hadn’t taken off his helmet. Running to the door, he opened it to see the housekeeper standing there with her cart full of toilet paper and cloths. She was about to say something, but without thinking twice, Syaoran quickly said, “I don’t need housekeeping right now,” and slammed the door in the poor woman’s face.

He hurriedly ran to his window again only to find that nothing but the guy’s bike was there. He cursed loudly this time and rubbed his temples with his fingers. His eyes then widened in realization. If the guy wasn’t on his bike anymore, then that meant that he was in the hotel probably approaching his hotel suite.

“Damnit,” Just to be cautious, Syaoran ran into his room and grabbed his gun he had earlier placed in his dresser drawer.

“Let’s see who this punk is. He’d be a fool to challenge me,” He said, shaking the gun in his hand to prove his point. Right when he walked out of his bedroom, once again another knock was heard. He held the gun in his right hand, his left supporting the other as he slowly walked to the front door. Putting a hand on the knob, he turned and opened it to reveal the last person he expected to see.

“Hello Syaoran, remember me?”

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A/N: I know it’s not that much after not updating for nearly 2 months, but I promise I’ll update regularly from now on forward. It’s my summer break, which means COMPLETE UPDATING FOR 2 WHOLE MONTHS! Isn’t that great? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chap and again, please review!