Cherry: Konnichiwa minna-san! O-genki desu ka? Watashi wa genki desu! Now for all of those who don't speak Japanese, I just said: Hi everyone! How are you? I'm doing well! Now... on with our story, and no, that was not said in Japanese.
Basic Summary: Sakura's an FBI agent who's given the assignment to bust an opium dealer. Many challenges await her, but not just challenges with her case, but challenges with her heart. Syaoran's also an FBI agent, but he's not just in it for the job, revenge is on his mind, but will het get it?
Disclaimer: If I owned CCS, would I be writing fan fiction? Well, would I?!
Prologue: Finishing a Job
It was not really a gloomy day, nor was it really a cheerful day. It was overcast and a bit dark for an afternoon, true, but the people of Tomoeda were in a pleasant mood. Well, most of them anyway. A girl with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes was running down the street clutching a manila file folder. Three blocks behind her, three men followed. One had a cell phone against his ear, most likely talking to his boss. Another one of the men was shouting orders to the other one. But at the moment, our story does not concern them.
The girl ducked into an alley, but to her disappointment; it was a dead end.
"Damn it!" The girl scowled.
She heard footsteps coming and quickly ducked behind a trashcan to hide. She held her breath as they ran by, their expensive shoes clattering on the ground. Her heart was in her throat as they passed like blurs. She let out a sigh of relief and was just about to step out from her hiding place when a nearby door banged open and a dark shadow emerged and threw a large bag away. The brunette backed against the brick wall and the shadow went back inside. She stepped out into the light from a nearby street lamp and looked at the building.
"Well... if I go in there, I can walk out like a normal person and those guys won't catch me," she said quietly.
She stepped up to the door and swung it open. The loud music and the steaming temperatures poured out over her body.
"Great, just great. A club," she snarled.
She sighed and stepped into the club. She fought her way through all of the sweaty bodies towards the door. When she stepped back out into the cool air she sighed.
"This job is going to do me in," she mumbled and casually began walking down the street.
A plain white van pulled up beside her and she lipped into the passenger seat.
"Did you get it?" the driver asked.
She nodded and showed him the file folder.
"Sakura, you're great," he replied and drove off.
The girl sighed again and pulled on her dark brown hair. Surprisingly, it slid off revealing shoulder length auburn hair. She picked up a brush that was lying on the dash and brushed the tangles out.
"You know, I really can't wait for a cold shower. I feel like shit," Sakura said as she pulled the visor down and flipped the mirror open. She looked at herself for a moment and then pulled out her blue contacts, revealing a set of brilliant, intelligent, and gorgeous emerald green eyes.
"Cold?" the driver asked.
"Yes Himeko, a cold shower," Sakura replied.
Himeko, Taichi Himeko, her partner for three long years. He was an okay guy. He always let her do the dirty work. He would just drive the van and keep in touch with headquarters. Taichi had never really been one of those guys that would go through with a dare. Sakura on the other hand, would take the dare to a level far beyond what was needed. That's what made her good.
Taichi was a guy whose family always helped him when he needed it. Whether it be with money, or just advice. He was handsome, yes, but to Sakura, he was just annoying. He was well built and had a mysterious aura around him that made the girls go weak-at-the-knees; sure, Sakura would give him that. But if you had to spend just about everyday with him, you'd hate him as much as she did.
"Damn Kinomaka, when the hell are you going to five me a new partner?!" Sakura thought as Taichi droned on about how his mother sent him a thousand dollars for his so-called "allowance."
Speaking of mothers and family, Sakura hadn't seen, nor talked, to hers for six years. She left when she was nineteen. She was fed up with the way her stepmother treated her. She still had the scar from when her stepmother threw the glass vase across the room at her when she had come home from school with a friend. Sakura had forgotten to mention that her friend was coming over to work on a project for school and her stepmother had gotten so angry. Sakura could remember that day clearly.
Where was her father, you ask? Well, he was an archeologist, so he was in Beijing on a business trip. Her brother was at University in Hong Kong studying for a PhD in medicine. So it was just Sakura and her stepmother.
How did she end up in Tomoeda? Well, she left Tokyo, but did not have enough money to leave the country, so she packed up every bag she had full of clothes and her personal belongings. At midnight, after her stepmother had gone to sleep she called a taxicab and told the drive to take her as far as her money could go. Well... she ended up in Tomoeda; approximately two days drive from Tokyo. She thanked the drive and set off to find a cheap place to stay.
She had arrived in Tomoeda on a bright, sunny day, the people hurrying here and there, not noticing the nineteen year old with a dozen bags; everyone except her: Tomoyo Daidouji.
- Flashback -
Sakura was walking down the street near a large park that had a huge slide the shape of a penguin. It was a very nice place; it looked, for children to play. It had to be, because dozens of children were running around and winging and playing in the sand boxes. Sakura stopped to watch and set her backpack down on top of the rest of her bags. There was a girl about the same age as herself, Sakura guessed. She was very beautiful, he waist length, ebony colored hair flowing gently in the breeze the rustled the leaves on all the trees. Sakura picked up her backpack and continued walking.
"Excuse me," a soft voice called to Sakura from behind.
Sakura stopped and turned around; it was that girl. Her amethyst eyes held a kind of never-ending love the one would look for in a best friend.
"Are you lost?" the girl inquired; she looked down at the bags that Sakura had.
"N-no, I'm fine," Sakura replied with embarrassment.
"Ok, I just thought I'd ask. You looked a little sad and I just had a feeling that you might need some help," the girl said again. "Well, maybe I'll see you around."
She turned back towards the park and began walking.
"W-wait," Sakura stuttered.
The ebony-haired girl turned back to face her.
"I was wondering... do you know of any cheap places to say at?" Sakura asked. "I don't have much money and I'm new here..."
The other girl's face softened. "You can stay with me for the time being. By the way," the girl said and stepped towards Sakura with an extended hand. "I'm Tomoyo Daidouji."
"Sakura, Sakura Kinomoto," Sakura replied with a smile.
And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
- End flashback -
The van pulled into a parking structure and Sakura and Taichi got out.
"We'd better hurry. We're a bit late," Taichi said.
Sakura nodded and the two headed to the elevator. They stepped in and Himeko pressed the button for the sixth floor.
"What do you think is in the folder?" Himeko asked.
"I don't know," Sakura replied with a shrug.
"No ideas, eh?" Taichi said.
"I said I didn't, so leave me alone," Sakura snapped back. "Damn, I feel like shit and he wants to play twenty questions!" she thought.
They exited the elevator on the sixth floor and headed to Kinomaka's office. Himeko knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice inside replied.
The two entered and sat down in the overly stuffed brown leather chairs in front of the desk. They stared at the back of the big, executive, black leather armchair.
"Did you get it?" a voice asked.
"Yes sir," Taichi replied quickly.
"Kinomoto, you're awfully quiet today," the voice said.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kinomaka. I'm just not feeling very well," Sakura replied. "God damn it! I just want to curl up and die!" she thought.
The chair swiveled around revealing a man with sandy-white hair and azure colored eyes; eyes that held a soft expression.
"You should get some rest then," he replied.
"I'm on duty until seven o'clock sir. I'll be fine," Sakura replied.
She pulled the file out of her jacket and set it on the desk. Mr. Kinomaka smiled and lifted the folder off the desk.
"Good work. You both have some paperwork on your desks. You're dismissed," Kinomaka said with a wave of his hand.
Sakura and Taichi head to their desks. They sat opposite of each other and Taichi's desk was coved in picture of friends and family-except for his father. Sakura's on the other hand; only had her name plaque.
It read: Agent Sakura Kinomoto: FBI field agent.
Yes, Sakura was an FBI agent. And a damn good one at that, and everyone knew it.