Our first and last Romance...

Summary: "I don't care who you are, I fell in love with you & I will continue loving you till the end of time" If only he had told her those gentle words the day he found out she was a model in disguise. After all, she loved him even if he was a heartless ex-con.

Disclaimer: I do NOT! Own Cardcaptor Sakura or its characters.

Main Pairings: Syaoran / Sakura

Chapter 1

A loud piercing siren echoed throughout the worlds most dangerous and notorious security prison known to mankind. It was renowned for its inhumane ways of punishment, its cold blooded and heartless prison guards and most importantly home to the most deadly, murderous, conniving, treacherous, ruthless prisoners that have ever walked the planet.

It was worse than the world renowned Alcatraz Prison.

Anyone who was unlucky enough to be brought to the hell hole was basically sentence to death and anyone who got out was lucky to escape with their lives. That was very few of them.

Gun shots were fired and tear gas was released into the courtyard, where a riot had formed.

The prisoners held any sort of weapon they could find, knives, chains, metal poles, guns and glass, anything to protect themselves.

They knew that when there was a riot, there will surely be death. If you did not protect yourself from the other prisoners, then your life was over.

A man with messy chocolate brown hair crossed his arms in the midst of the riot, unaffected by the commotion and the tear gas. His main priority for the moment was the unstable, psychotic man in front of him, facing a gun towards his direction.

"You think you're so tough don't you, thinking your top dog in this place. This is my territory and my domain so leave! There no room for the two of us".

Unimpressed he gave him a dangerous glare his cold amber eyes could muster.

"Who's top dog now Mr tough guy?" the man they called Rey hissed at him, smirking ever so slightly.

He remained unmoved by his threat.

Maybe 15 years ago when he was young, clueless, weak, thin, and scrawny little boy, would he have gotten down on his hands and knees and begged this man for his life. To spare him, save him and do whatever it he was asked of him, just so he could live.

However, he wasn't that little boy anymore. He was a stronger man now. He did weights to gain strength, exercised and trained, fought in many fights and mentally prepared himself for the harsh life that he had to face on his own.

Every fight he had been in, he always came out the victor. No matter how big, small, fast, intelligent or stronger they were, he was stronger and better than all of them combined. Everyone made sure not to bother him, but it seemed that Rey did not get the point.

He wanted to be left alone...

Unafraid he walked towards him with the need for bloodshed. He would have to teach this man a lesson he would never forget.

"That's right come closer asshole" Rey smirked wider as he slowly began to pull the trigger.

BANG... it fired.

The bullet flying faster than the blink of eye.

To his disappointment, the chocolate haired man had dodged the bullet with precision and stopped in front of Rey and began his assault. He punched him several times stomach causing him to stagger backwards, dropping the gun in the process.

"You Fu..." But before Rey could finish his sentence, he was kicked forcefully in the face.

"Ahhhh" he cried in agony, lying on the ground rolling from side to side on his back. He nursed his bloodied, dislocated nose. "Look what you've done" he yelled angrily.

Amber eyes continued to glare as he picked up the gun and faced it towards Rey. He was now in a foul mood and he needed to release it on something and that something was Rey.

Their eyes met, amber and grey both in a heated and intense stare.

Without warning Rey was kicked few more times in stomach and then the face before the chocolate haired man pulled the trigger and shot him in the leg.

"Try pulling a gun on me one more time and I will not hesitate to kill you" his voice came out husky and threatening.

Rey spat to his side and returned his glare. ""I will get you back" he coughed, blood escaping his mouth. " I will make you suffer to the point you wished you would die"

He was kicked in the face one more time by the chocolate haired man.

"You will be dead before you could even try"

He turned his back towards Rey and began to walk away.

A bright flash brought her back to reality.

Blinded for a moment, she shook her head ever so slightly in an attempt to wake herself up from her day dream. She had drifted off again for who knows how many times that day.

Looking around it seems that no one had noticed and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her long wavy auburn tresses blew wildly as the wind swept around her. Her long beige goddess dress fluttered into the air, causing her to place her hand in front of her so that it wouldn't fly up.

She could hear the crowd in the back ground as she stared off into the crystal clear ocean, her emerald eyes glimmering with the colours of the sunset that reflected off the water. It looked so beautiful and so relaxing that she had an urge to just drop everything she was doing and swim around in the water. Forget all her troubles, all her worries and the pressures and stress of life. Just for a moment she wanted to have fun. However, sadness rushed through her as she knew deep inside that she couldn't have the fun she wanted. She could never be free to do whatever she pleased, never be free to show her emotions, free eat to her heart's content or free to even choose the one she loved.

She was forbidden to do anything unless she was told other wise.

She sighed once more. How she wished she was free but she knew that this was the price of fame. Anything you do or say could make or break your career.

Another flash came.

Fame had brought her everything a girl could ever dream of and wished for. Cars, house, apartments, clothes, shoes, money, TV shows, being crowned as Miss Universe, Japan, Earth and Miss Asia title, being an heiress to a multibillion dollar company and also a loving fiancé by her side.

She was practically one of the luckiest girls in the entire world.

However, though she had everything she felt like she had nothing.

If she did have everything she wanted then she shouldn't be so unhappy. She should have been contempt and over the moon, not questioning life and feeling so incomplete.

Slowly she began to walk by the sea shore, her dress getting wet in the process.

A barrage of flashes blinded her as the paparazzi, fans and the photographers from her photo shoot began to snap shots repeatedly on their camera.

She blinked a few times before she grabbed the front of her dress and lifted it to knee height.

She was trapped and held captive in a materialistic, high society, egotistical, greedy world, where her personal life was known to everyone. She was never going to be happy if she stayed here all her life.

She began to make her way back to her makeup chair, exhausted from thinking too much and from today's photo shoot. She had been up since 3 am getting ready with props, clothes and make up and now she was ready to just pass out. She wanted some sleep so badly but before she could ever set foot in the tent she was stopped by a grinning male, whose arms were wide open, inviting her to his warm embrace.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and quickly walk the other direction to escape him, but he managed to catch up to her with ease with his long legs.

"That was beautiful babe" The man with light brown hair and aquamarine eyes spoke, wrapping his strong arms around her slender frame and placing a kiss on her cheeks, sending the cameras into a shooting frenzy.

"Don't touch me" She whispered angrily as she escaped from his grasp. She would have given him a very big frown and a slap in the face if they weren't being watched by everyone.

"Can't I hold my wife to be?" he asked with a slight pout on his face, which was ignored by her.

"No"

"Come on Sakura, lighten up".

She still continued to ignore him, angering him in the process.

"If don't get your act together and act like we are a couple, I will go and tell your mother in law and we all know you don't want me too... or should I take things to my own hands and teach you a lesson you will never forget" he spoke eyeing her up and down with a slight mischievous glint in his eye.

She trembled slightly as he gazed towards her body and licking his lips. She knew that he was undressing her with his eyes and it made her sick.

"Touch me and I will make your life hell" she fought back covering her chest with her arms. "You can tell my step mom for all I care. I've had enough of her as well." She said storming off into the tent.

Just the mention of her step mom made her so mad that no words could describe how much she hated her. She used to always beat her up, tell her what to do, control her life, starve her to death and leech off her just because her deceased father had not given her any right to his will. So her step mom thought that the only way to get revenge on him is through her.

Offcourse she did everything she was told for the sake of her father, however she had crossed the line when she told her that she had to marry the disgusting pervert in front of her in a couple of days and seal the deal by providing a child.

Hell no!

She would rather die a thousand deaths before she could do that.

Quickly she pulled out her cell phone and pressed a number on speed dial.

It rang a few times before a female voice could be heard.

"Yes Sakura?"

"Tomoyo, I need your help"

The chaos that the riot had caused was still taking place outside. All that his sensitive ears could hear were the screams of men yelling in pain and gun shots being fired.

He didn't bother to go back out into the courtyard. He was still in a very foul mood and if he did go out he might actually kill somebody. After all that was the reason why he was sentenced to 15 years jail. He had supposedly shot to death the very powerful and very rich CEO and Mafia leader Kyu Motto with his innocent and tiny 10 year old hands.

He took a deep breath to try calming himself down. Just thinking about it angered him to no end.

The thought of being imprisoned almost all his life for a crime that he had not committed just really fuelled his rage. 15 long years of his life was wasted in rotting prison walls and he was never going to get those years back.

His dreams of making something of himself, getting a house, a good education, getting a high paying job and travelling around the world, was becoming an impossible task.

No one will want to hire him, he could never make a name for himself with his reputation tarnished nor would anyone ever respect him or want him at all. His life was merely nothing now.

No one could blame him if he turned bitter and angry towards everything. They did ruin his life.

He sat up from where he lay and lent against the wall, one arm rested on his knee and other taking out a gold onyx ring that had the inscription 'Li' from inside his shirt. His rough callous hand held it as gently as possible as if it were to crumble under his grasp.

He was a found washed up on the beach by a middle aged couple who were taking a stroll. They helped him, nurtured him, fed him and gave a shelter over his head. When they had asked him where his parents were that day, it was then they realised he had amnesia and the only thing he knew about himself was his first name and this onyx ring.

This was his valued treasure and his only link to find who he really was. It was also the only reason for him keeping sane.

Every day he would just stare at it in hopes that he could trigger a memory from the past. He hasn't remembered one as of yet, but it didn't hurt to try.

His cell door opened with a loud thud, breaking him out of his thoughts. Three big security guards walked in and slammed him into the cold concrete ground.

"Syaoran Li' a deep low voice bellowed, sending shivers down the other prisoner's spine.

His dull and distant amber eyes gave a deadly glare towards the fat, balding prison guard standing infront of his heavily guarded prison cell.

He hated this certain prison guard the most. He was always beating him up whenever he got the chance to because he was weak and defenceless back then, but now he was untouchable.

"Congratulations Mr Li, You are now a free man" he murmured angrily underneath his breath.

Syaoran was in a slight shock upon hearing the news, making sure to show no emotion at the same time.

Has it been 15 years already?

He could finally get revenge on the man who put him behind bars and make sure that he suffered a long and painful death.

He got up from the floor, packed his belongings and made his way towards the exit door, ignoring everyone he passed by including the dangerous glare Rey was giving.

He was finally free.

The moment she walked into the door, the raven haired beauty felt like fainting at the sight of her best friend of many, many years.

"AHHHHHHH" she screamed running towards Sakura, touching her long wavy black hair. Her amethyst eyes were in disbelief "What have you done? What happened to your beautiful hair? And your eyes? Oh my gosh your eyes... Your beautiful emerald eyes..."

"Why hide such beautiful and rare features?" She sulked on the bed. She loved Sakura's unique auburn hair and her emerald eyes. Those were a rare sight to see. Anyone who would want to hide them should be put in jail.

Sakura could only laugh nervously at Tomoyo's reaction towards her new found look. Yeah she did hide her true self but it was necessary for what she was about to do. She needed to start anew and she didn't need people to recognise her. She wanted to look like an average girl.

"Tomoyo this is my disguise and ticket to getting out of this place". Sakura replied shoving a few of her clothes into her luggage.

"Why? I thought you loved this place?"

"I do love this place, it's just my life here I'm escaping from"

Tomoyo sighed as she looked over at her best friend with sympathetic eyes, knowing all too well just how it felt and how demanding their lives can be. She too was in the same boat only, she wasn't a model but a fashion designer and she had a true loving fiancé by her side.

A smile became evident on her face just remembering her man in Japan and how much she loved him. Maybe Sakura could find someone she could love and spend the rest of her life with in Japan too.

Ever since they were little Sakura was always looking for adventure and fun. She as she's been deprived of that for so long that it was only a matter of time before she would break away. She was meant to be free.

"What about you're TV shows? Your ads? The fashion shows? The movie you're about to star in? the wedding? Oh... And your wicked step mother?"

She shrugged not really thinking that far ahead. "I'm pretty sure that they would understand. I won't be gone for too long."

Tomoyo shook her head. "And your step mother?"

Sakura grinned. "Tell her I ran away" she laughed closing up her bag.

She had attempted so many times to run away before, annoying and angering her step mother so much, that she made it into a game. Though she always managed to get caught, she still continued to hide just for the sake of annoying her step mom.

Tomoyo giggled and packed some of the clothes she had made for Sakura into her very expensive luggage.

So much for being normal she thought.

"You do know that this will be media frenzy and you would be in very, very big trouble when you get back"

Sakura gave a curt nod and smiled.

"It's a small price to pay for finding yourself. When I turn old and grey I want to have lived my life. I don't want to die with regrets and wondering what could have been".

Tomoyo sighed one more time.

"You better hurry up and get out of here before I go crazy and rip that stupid wig apart. The private jet is ready to leave".

"You're joining me too aren't you?" Sakura asked pleadingly.

Tomoyo nodded. "After I'm done talking to the press and your step mom, I'll join you. I can't let you have fun without me".

Sakura squealed in delight and hugged her best friend. "Remember you have to be disguised too".

"Yeah yeah I know, now go".

Sakura hugged her one more time and quickly exited the door, making sure she wasn't spotted by anyone.

Good bye France...Japan... I'm coming home...

Author's note: Hoped you liked the story. From here on in Sakura and Tomoyo will be in their disguise unless I state otherwise. R&R

To be continued...