Guardian Angel
By: Sakura aka Michelle
Prologue

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The hunter was waiting for his prey.

This was a dangerous deception the leader of the Li clan, Li Syaoran was playing. This would surely force the imfamous Kamikaze Kaitou Kid out to meet him. The same person whom he believed had killed his close cousin, Li Leiyunn, about a month ago and Syaoran was out for revenge.

No one knew anything about the mysterious thief who robbed the rich for the poor willingly. According to Syaoran's numerous researches, Kamikaze Kaitou Kid's cases dated more than sixty decades back. Thus, Syaoran was able to deduce that the thief was not that young anymore and that he would lure him out to Hong Kong easily. Once Kaitou Kid shown himself, Syaoran would have him.

And then the legend would be destroyed.

Syaoran was spending his late evening in his cousin's restaurant. Meiling said nothing when Syaoran did not take his leave until midnight, Instead, she supported him and encouraged him wholeheartedly without restrain.

"Any news of Kaitou Kid?" Meiling asked.

Syaoran shook his head and held onto his anger upon the mere mention of his enemy's name. His voice was harsh when he answered, "None at all."

Meiling noticed the change in his mood and wisely remained silent. It was already past midnight when Syaoran decided to take his leave. Just when he was about to stand up, the door to the restaurant flew wide open and drew his attention. The sight that greeted him stunned him so much and he could only gape in astonishment. When he finally regained his voice, he whispered, "For the love of God, has an angel came calling on us?"

"Sorry," Meiling announced from behind the counter. "We have already closed for today."

Syaoran did not want to blink, for fear that his vision might disappear once his eyes shut for a moment. She was an incredibly beautiful young lady and her eyes captivated him the most. They were the most magnificent shade of green and she was staring at him. He stared back and that was the only thing he managed to do. Several long minutes passed while they studied each other. She broke the eye contact and started walking towards him. He noticed her hair then. His vision was blessed with the lush, auburn-coloured hair. In the candlelight, it looked like brilliant fire.

As she approached him, Syaoran noticed the pathetic condition she was in. Her white blouse hung in tatters around her shoulders and she was covered with dirt. If this was the angel who was paying a visit, she must be forced to do just that. She appeared to have lost the battle to Satan.

The hands that were holding up the bulky bag were actually shaking violently. Syaoran realized that his angel was afraid of him, which was not what he wanted. The admission intensified his frown.

"Are you the Kamikaze Kaitou Kid?" She asked softly and her eyes downcast. "I have heard that he often show himself up in this restaurant around midnight."

"I am. What is it you want?"

In answer to his question, she dropped her bag onto the table and unzip it. Meiling's eyes bulged when she saw the contents. There were stacks of Hong Kong notes in it. "It was also said that you will do anythign if you are paid well."

"It is," Syaoran acknowledged. "Who is it you wish to betray?"

She looked startled by his assumption. "No, you have misunderstood me. I would like you to kill someone, please."

"Ah," he drawled out. His disappointment was almost too painful. She was so innocent, so vulnerable and yet, she sweetly asked him to murder someone for her. "Who is my victim? Your husband by any chance?" He asked sacarstically.

Ignoring his biting tone, she answered honestly, "No."

"No? Are you married?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does," Syaoran bit out angrily.

"I am not married. Happy now?"

Had he not beem watching her face so intently, he would have missed the flash of anger. His sweet little angel had quite a temper, afterall.

"If you are not married, then who is it you want me to kill for you?" Syaoran probed. "Your father? Your brother?"

"Neither."

Syaoran's patience was wearing thin. He leaned forward and told her, "I am tired of guessing. Tell me."

Trying to intimidate her by his dark scowl, he hope to frighten her into blurting out the reason for her actions. This proved furtile when he caught the mutinous look on her face.

"I would like you to accept this task before telling you."

"Okay, I agree," Syaoran lied. "Tell me now."

She raised her head to meet him in the eyes. The torment he saw in there made him want to pull her into his arms and gave her all the comfort she needed.

Their gazes held again while Syaoran waited for an answer. "Tell me who my victim is," he asked again.

She took in a deep breath before answering.

"Me."

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