WOW. I really have no excuse. Well I do, but it doesn't matter I should have found time to update! I mean after exams were over is tarted to write and then I kidna got half way and stopped! Then I went of vacation WITH NO ELECTRONICS!! But still no excuse! Man and the fact that im a senior now is not making it easy on me. I mean in supposed to do my math right now. But I jstu finished my physics lab!! I WANTED A BREAK!! Ha . . typical foe m to write when its that or do my homework.

Anyways!! Im really sorry!! Please forgive me!! And I know everytime I update I say I'll try and update sooner. And I will make that empty promise once more. Hopefully this time it will last though. If I start the next chapter now . . . maybe I'll get one out my Christmas break? Lol don't keep ur hopes up though.

Well here it is! After my longest absence ever! . . . I think

Cyber Babe

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Chapter 12

Beep! Beep! Ugh! I hate those stupid alarm clocks. Not wanting to get up anytime soon I snuggled closer into the warmth. It was kind of hard for a pillow, but it was still really warm. And then my pillow chuckled. That's right! It chuckled.

"Time to wake up," I felt the pillow's voice vibrating against my neck, before its nose started to nuzzle me. Okay, it definitely was not a pillow. Especially since it had arms wrapped around me. My eyes shot open to see a half naked man sleeping next to me.

"Ah!" I squeeked trying to pull away.

"Where do you think you're going," the voice said playfully, revealing himself to me.

"Syao—Li!" I squeaked at his face.

"Syao sounds good," he said before his lips brushed softly against mine. That's when it all flooded back to me. Last night that is. Not bothering to shriek considering the position we were in last night I asked, "What time is it?"

"Time for school," Syaoran stated not bothering to move. So I turned my head to see that it was already 7:30.

"Shit! I still have to go home and get my clothes, and take a shower, and—" I was cut off as Syaoran pushed his lips against mine again. It wasn't as soft as last time, nor was it as brief. I think it was to shut me up.

"We have no time to do all that. I have some female clothes—Don't give me that look, they're my sisters'." He tried explaining when I started glaring at him. "Anyway, and then we have to start walking to school, or else we'll be late." With that he pushed himself off the bed and went towards the door.

"Oh ya, the bathroom is over there," he said nudging his head in the direction of the bathroom before closing the door behind him. Getting up I rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower, in record time. After I was finished I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, here are some clothes," I opened the door far enough so that I could grab the clothes without revealing myself to him.

"Thanks," I mumbled. He only chuckled in reply. The clothes were a pair of pretty tight jeans, and a tight shirt that barely covered my stomach and breasts. Did he seriously expect me to walk in public wearing this?!

"Hey. You wouldn't happen to have . . . less revealing clothes, would you?" I asked innocently.

"Nope," he laughed out. I swear he was doing this on purpose just to annoy me.

I walked out of the washroom, a little self conscience. I pulled at the shirt trying to cover myself more, and then I realized that it was making my boobs show more, so I stopped. I kept on looking at my feet, not wanting to see what he thought. Not that I cared what he thought, it was just that. Oh, fuck. It was because I cared what he thought.

Before I knew it one arm was on my hip, the other tangled in my hair. His lips smashed into mine. All while pushing me up against the wall. He licked my bottom lip. In response I gasped and his tongue entered my mouth. That was when my eyes went wide open. What the hell was he doing?! I pushed him, it didn't do much, but it made his lips pull away from mine.

"What the hell?" he growled, his voice a little hoarse.

"That's what I should be saying! Who the hell do you think you are?" I almost screamed.

"I'm the guy who was fuckin' kissing you." He yelled back.

"Exactly. Who said you could do that?"

"Look, Sakura. We almost had sex last night. Obviously we're attracted to each other sexually. Get past your pride and just admit that." He was right. Last night I was all too eager to have sex with him. But fuck, I never asked for this. I mean ya I thought he was hot, and when he touched me I felt like exploding, but I don't want this. Hell, I'm not even prepared for this.

"Look, we don't have to do anything drastic. But why fight it?" his voice was calm now. And even though I kept denying it, deep down I knew he was right.

"Shit," I cussed. And I guess that was an okay sign for him since his lips connected with mine once more. It was softer this time. I was just about to respond when he quickly pulled away. Seriously, he was pissing me off. Wasn't he the one yelling a minute ago about wanting to do this, and now he was pulling away!?

"Fuck, we're going to be late," he pulled me, but I was able to get a glimpse at the time. It was 8:00. School started in fifteen minutes.

"Shit," we were almost outside when he raced back in, and came back out with his glasses on. I don't know why he wore those. He obviously didn't need them. He could see me just fine without them this morning . . . and last night. I blushed at that thought. For the rest of the walk there we were both quite. There really wasn't much to say. And that's when it hit me, we barely knew each other.

I stared up at him, studying his features. He was definitely gorgeous, there was no denying that. Thinking logically, I wasn't outstanding in the looks area, and whatever assets I had was usually hidden behind my baggy clothes or my lack of care for how I look. So thinking rationally, why would he be with me? It's not that I'm ugly, but he really could get much better.

So I didn't trust him. And to me it seemed like he had an ulterior motive. Can you blame me? I have trust issues, I admit it. I don't think I've ever trusted someone my entire life. So why should I trust him. At that moment he decided to look at me. He gave me a half smile, I tried smiling back, but I'm sure it came out weird. I turned away going back to my train of thoughts.

There was nothing wrong with playing this "game" with him. He seems intent on having some sort of relationship . . . at least physically. And ya I was attracted to him. I mean I could still have fun and be weary of him at the same time. At that we were in front of the school building, just in time to hear the warning bell.

We got to our seats in calculus just in time. And as always, during class it was impossible for me to keep my mind on math. Especially since I kept replaying last night in my head over and over. And that's when I started thinking. What were we really? I mean were we friends? Are we dating? What? Once class ended and we walked out heading towards second the questions just kept coming. What were we supposed to be to others? I fond myself becoming tense and awkward around Syaoran as we walked down the hallway.

That was when he decided that it would be appropriate to wrap his arm around my shoulders, and pull me to him. It was more friendly then romantic. But I appreciated his effort. No matter how much I didn't necessarily like him. I mean, as a person. He gave me a look asking if it was okay. And in return I felt myself slightly relaxing against him.

Unlike what you tend to read in teen novels and movies, not many people noticed. Everyone didn't all of a sudden stop to stare at us and gossip. Maybe one or two people noticed, but they ended up truing away anyway. Once in the classroom the arm removed itself from me and we went to our seats.

I took my seat next to her as usual. It had become a daily routine. I think I definitely made some progress in my mission, no matter how insignificant it may seem. She trusted me, to a certain degree, which was an improvement. And yes I understand that I probably should have made more progress given the time and the deaths occurring. But she was hard to crack. Which gave me more reason to be suspicious of her.

"Syaoran," a voice whined in my head breaking my train of though. I looked up to see Yumi. She was bent over thrusting her breasts at my eye level. I pretended to be ignorant of what she was trying to do. Which was obviously to seduce me.

"Hello," I said putting on a fake smile. Ignoring my urge it growl at her. She kept talking after that. I think it had something to do about how she didn't understand something or another. When she finally left me alone I looked to my left to see Kinomoto twirling her pen on her thumb. She did that a lot especially when she was thinking about something important.

As I turned my attention back to the idiotic work of high schoolers I thought about my next move. I had to admit that my tactics recently weren't very professional. Or ethical. But sexual relationships seem to make people think that there is a certain bond between them. And a lot of the time they tend to tell very useful information.

To some it might not seem clear as to why Kinomoto, Sakura would be the best target to access information. So here is some enlightenment. Kinomoto started to work at the cyber chat room exactly two weeks before HR decided to become interested in killing orphan girls who worked at the same chat room. Kinomoto herself was an orphan and seemed to have had a horrible experience because of it making her a little resentful towards other orphans who were adopted or just loved by others. Obviously, she is quite a loner, and doesn't have really any friends. Also, she didn't seem to get many customers at the chat room, and gets less money than any of them. Either she has a great hold on this HR and has convinced him to kill for her, he cares for her so much he wants to take revenge for her, or, most likely, they made a deal in which they both are happy with the murders.

Of course it was a little different with her. She seemed sceptical of everything. Which I'm sure anyone could do if they were secretly dating a serial killer. Though last night she seemed to be pretty ignorant as to what to do in bed. Though, I can only assume that her sexual practises with HR must be pretty submissive. He seems like the type who would tie their mate to the bed and take them roughly. Which would explain her inexperience with the way to touch someone in that situation. Not that she didn't have the same effect.

Last night past through my head. And I knew that I was defiantly not being professional. Just touching her the slightest made me hard with need. And when she touched me, God. No wonder she was his whore. I moved my thoughts away from that, seeing as it started to become a little hot in the classroom for me. I definitely shouldn't be thinking about sexual acts when there was a serial killer out there.

He seemed to not be active of recent, but that would soon change. Though, how soon was the real question. I thought about my mission once more. Catching him depended on my ability to get information out of Kinomoto. I stared at her again. She looked back at me with a start. I gave her one of my fake smiles. I saw the corner of her mouth turn a little in an awkward smile and then she turned away. If things went my way I should have all the information needed to catch the psychotic bastard by the end of the week. With that I started to devise a new plan.

After class I headed towards the library. I just wanted some peace and quiet. Some time to think. To just be alone. I sat near the far back in a very isolated area. And that was when I heard her crying. Who, might you ask? Karla. You know, Jason's pathetic girlfriend? Ya her. I wanted to quickly get away before she noticed me there. But it was too late. When I got up my chair gave a little creak and her head shot up to see who was there. I looked to see her eyes blood shot and cheeks stained with tears. Her eyes staring at me pleadingly, asking to take away the pain.

"Are you all alright?" I asked reluctantly. I'm not that heartless that I would leave a heartbroken girl to cry in the corner of a library.

"No," her voice mumbled against her knees, which where pulled to her chest. I sighed and started to sit down next to her.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Truthfully I couldn't give a shit, but that didn't stop me from feeling sorry for her.

"It's Jason," Well that was a little obvious, "I love him and everything. I mean everything that I do. Everything. It's for him. But he doesn't care. And if he does he doesn't even show it. He just takes and takes. And he never says thank you. Or you're amazing. Not even a 'I love you'. I've tried everything." She started to wail again.

"There, there," I said, awkwardly patting her back.

"All he freakin' cares about is freakin' porn, and how he loves to jack off while looking at them!" She screamed. Or at least I think she tried to. Though, it came out more like a raspy whine.

"He barely touches me anymore. He rather touch himself while looking at THEM!" I felt bad for her. Though, this is exactly what happens in every relationship. Well, maybe not the boyfriend neglecting their girlfriend while jacking off to porn. But the fact that one person in the relationship loves the other more than they are loved themselves. That their "soul mate" neglects them, or just doesn't appreciate them. Truthfully, she probably knew this was going to happen the moment they started going out. So it's pretty much her fault. Her fault that she trusted him, that she loves him, and that she was naïve enough to believe that he would change.

"Um," I tried to think of something to say. Something to make her feel at least a little better.

"Well, it's his loss. Move on. Find someone else," so I said the fated words that every person tells someone who is in a bad relationship. Though, if you ask me, it's probably the worst advice to give. I mean they'll move on. But just to another scumbag who won't appreciate them. And thus, the cycle will continue.

She gave me a half-hearted smile, "thanks."

"Don't mention it," I replied half-heartedly.

"No, I'm serious. Talking with you really made me feel better, thanks." With that she got up and headed out of the library. I sighed after she left through the door.

I sat there aimlessly for a while until I was rudely disturbed. "Hey," Syaoran deep voice echoed across the library walls, giving me a grin. I stared up at him for a while. Until he decided to sit down next to me.

"I should probably go to my locker, the bell's going to ring soon," I said, not budging from my spot.

"Ya," was his reply and he gently held my hand from the side and started to massage circles near my thumb. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, and my palm start to sweat in his.

"I'll come over tonight and give you your clothes," Syaoran stated letting go of my hand and getting up.

"That's not—" I tried to argue but he cut me off.

"I need to talk with Meiling anyways, so no point in arguing," he gave me his hand to help me up, and I took it. Unfortunately, I'm not the most graceful of people and ended up losing my balance and falling into his chest. I could feel his voice rumble before I lifted myself off him. But he tightly wrapped his arms around my middle drawing me closer to him. My cheeks reddened once more as I felt every inch of his body in contact with mine. I looked up to see him staring intently at me.

"So, I'll see you tonight then?" he asked raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded my head in the affirmative.

"Sure," with that confirmation he leaned down and softly brushed his lips against mine. They barely made contact, but shivers ran down my spine never the less.

"Bye, then," he said before unwrapping his arms from around me and heading out the door. As I felt the heat from his body leave me I came back to my senses and shook my head. It was really out of character for me. When did Syaoran's presence effect me so much? When did I start calling him Syaoran? And more importantly, when did I ever blush? I felt confused, as if I were having an out-of-body experience. I left the library in that state and headed towards my locker.

"I saw what you did," Eriol gave me a stern look after I left Kinomoto and met him.

"Saw what?" so I was acting stupid, this guy pissed me off, why would I willingly tell him anything? Just because he's the son of the chief doesn't give him special rights.

"You and Kinomoto. In the library. You kissed her," he accused me.

"Wow, your observant," I stated sarcastically. As I continued to walk down the hall.

"You can't just do that!" He all but yelled stepping in front of me.

"Look, I'm doing what I can to get the information that I need. That's my job," I growled at him.

"There are other means to do that—"

"None that will get me quick results, and that's what I need! How many more people are going to die? We need that information and wee need it quick, by any means necessary." I explained so that even he could understand.

"But, hell what if it turns out that Kinomoto isn't even involved the way we think she is? Then we would have hurt her needlessly," the guy was soft.

"Look, we have no other leads. This is are best bet. And if we were wrong, well then shit happens get over it. It's not like I'm going to force her to do anything she's not willing to do herself. And this is the best way to get close to her. Many people let things slip after sex, or any type of physical involvement. It gives them the illusion that they're closer, or connected to the person." It was true. On many occasions it was my assignment to just sleep with someone to get information or to distract them. In the bedroom they're unarmed, physically and mentally.

"But what if she gets emotionally involved. Hell, what if you get emotionally involved. This was not part of the plan," he continued to argue.

"Me. Get emotionally involved? It's not like I've never slept with a woman before. And its good if she gets involved emotionally, that means she'll trust me more and give me more information. And that was the plan. to get close to her to get information." The guy was too soft, nothing would get done if he were in charge of this mission. And many more lives would be taken.

"That's not just why you're doing this. You get a thrill out of this don't you? You're obviously attracted to her, and you probably get off knowing that you're fucking that murder's bitch," he practically spat in my face, his temper obviously getting out of control.

"Yes I'm attracted to her. But how sick are you? Getting off knowing that she's a murder's bitch. Yes, because I like that sort of thing. Imbecile, it disgusts me, you think I want to sleep with her? She's probably crawling with STD's for all I know. Don't be an idiot. I'm dealing with this the best way I know how so just fuck off." With that I pushed him out of my way and walked off.

I was almost finished dressing when I heard the bell ring. It was already 6:50 and I hadn't left my house yet. Of course I wouldn't get in trouble for being late to work. I'd just get less pay. I sighed and rushed to answer the door. And there stood Syaoran. He had on a pair of jeans and a white short sleeves T-shirt over a black long sleeves. It was very casual, yet on him it made him look like a male model. How that works, I don't know.

"Hey," I somehow managed to say. He smiled, and took a step closer wrapping his arms around my waist slightly drawing me closer to him. I placed my hands lightly on his chest and he brought his face closer to my own. Not that I had no part in this. I had gone on the tips of my toes meeting him halfway. His lips brushed softly, almost lazily on mine. It was short, but it left me tingling like everyone of his kisses. We stayed there for a while until his hands disentangled themselves from around my waist.

"Here you go," he said handing me a plastic bag that seemed to be holding my clothes.

"Thanks," I replied as I jogged back to my room placing the bag on my bed then rushed back to see that his shoes were already taken off and the door was closed behind him.

"I have to go, but Meiling will be out of the bathroom soon," I said grabbing my sweater and pulling it over my head. Syaoran helped me tug it down over my head. I started walking backwards towards the door.

"Okay, well bye, I'll see you tomorrow," I slightly waved, about to turn around and leave.

"I'll probably be here when you get back," he replied, walking up to be, leaning down. I started to close my eyes in anticipation for another kiss that I was almost sure was to come, when I heard Meiling squeal, just as his lips were a brush away from mine. And we both pulled back automatically. I said my good-byes one more time before running out. I looked down at my watch. It was 7:20. Shit I had spent too long with Syaoran, and now my account was going to pay for it. I sighed, one more, before I picked up my speed and headed towards work.

Meiling was giving me the biggest smile, after I had turned around once Kinomoto was gone. It was still a shock to me that I had found my abandoned cousin here, living with a girl with was associated with a serial killer. And a stripper none the less. Though, the last part was more the fault of our family more than anything else.

"So," she said the smile still plastered on her face. Tonight was going to be very tiring, but if I got the much needed information it would all be worth it.

"You and Sakura, huh?" (I was sooo tempted to put "eh" instead of "huh". I guess it's the Canadian inside of me) Her left eyebrow lifting teasingly.

"It's complicated," I drawled out.

"So. What is it you want to know about Sakura?" She was obviously more than willing to comply with my plan. I grinned in response.

"Well . . ."

FINALLLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know. Well im not too sure when the next chapter is coming out. Hopefully it will take less time and this one took. I know where the story's going, I just don't know how im going to start off next chapter, and what exactly is going to happen in it. I need to still focus mainly on SxS while still developing the plot with HR and what-not. Too mach stuff!! Ugh. I'm havn't a bitter sweet day today. Got perfect on my chem. Test so VERY happy, but I hv a math test to study for tomorrow (and I havn't started yet). So ya. Im surprised I even had time to finish this chapter!!

Keep in mind, that i didn't look over it so its really rough adn there are a lot of errors. sorry.

if you noticed i have now made the sotry so that i switches from Sakura's point of view to Syaoran's point of view. I think people will get less comfused this way . . . hopefully. And know you kneow what SYaoran is thinking, and what his real intentions and emotions are.

Well if you liked . . . or even if u didn't like. Is till like to hear what you thought of this chapter. Criticism is always welcome, especially if im to improve my writing. So ya

R&R

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