Mmhmm… I know what you're all thinking.
Here comes Nisha with yet another story, when she can't even update Find Hope. Why doesn't she update? Where is my underwear? Blah, blah, blah. What a loser. Maybe if I give her enough reviews, she'll start updating.
WELL… I was struck with this idea while I was walking to my friends house, so SHUT UP. I'm not updating Find Hope because I don't have a clue where the plot is going. Your underwear is in the refridgerator. And as for the remark about me being the loser… go look in a mirror. =P And yes, reviews will probably make me update faster, but I'll probably update another story. I'm so cute when I'm agitated. LoL
Anywho… here's a new story that I like to call… Unusual Job; Unusual Find. [And yes… I know that titles are meant to be italicized, and not done in bold. I just like it this way.]
Btw… Eriol = OOC… big time… I think… yeah…
[Initial Beginning]
"…" Speech
Italics or '…' Thoughts
[I got sunshine in a bag. I'm useless, but not for long, the future is coming on….] A/N's
Disclaimer: I don't own any songs by the Gorillaz, I do, however, believe them to be an awesome band. I also do not own anything to do with CCS… I don't even have a CCS sticker. I do, however, own any and all original characters that you don't recognize from anywhere else. ('Cause they're original, DUH.) And so, that means that Tony is MINE. And only mine. MWAHAHA… HA… ha… I'll shut up now… soon…. Now… yeah. Now.. ]
Unusual Job; Unusual Find
Chapter One
Meeting Her
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is comin' on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is comin' on
It's comin' on
It's comin' on
It's comin' on
- Gorillaz; Clint Eastwood
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. I'm useless, but not for long. The future is coming on…. As Syaoran scoped the landscape around him an old tune drifted through his head. At this time of day, (about 6:30 am,) and in this kind of weather, (overcast and dreary) the small path leading through a tiny park was virtually unpopulated except for himself and a female who was walking in front of him. The path was used by people who lived nearby the subway to get to their houses more quickly than by walking around it.
The girl in front of him didn't know that he was behind her; he was very quiet, near silent, he liked to believe. One didn't do this kind of work day after day without acquiring great strength in the area of stealth. There were, of course, two of his friends hiding out somewhere nearby in the background, awaiting his signal. He knew where they were, to him, they were easily visible, but to any other human, including the female walking ahead of him, they were invisible.
In the far bushes, much further along the path, was Eriol, his blue-haired, blue-eyed best friend who wore silver glasses that constantly fell down his nose and needed to be pushed back up. He was squatting in a small hole they had created months before. He was awaiting the signal.
Tony, a valued associate of his, with his electric blue mohawk, was waiting for them in their van. The van was stalling nearby, on a side road that was clearly visible from all parts of the path. Syaoran hoped he was paying attention and not high. Though, on second thought, it was probably better if he was high; he seemed to do his best thinking when he was high.
Syaoran himself was creeping behind the female in front of him. He wore a dark blue button up shirt, black pants, and dark shiny shoes. This outfit allowed him to blend in with the regular people who walked up and down this path. His messy brown hair, which could never be tamed with hair gel, no matter how hard he tried, was flopping over his eyes, but by no means ruining his vision. He was watching the girl ahead of him closely, trying to see if she would be the one for today.
He focused his eyes on his prize. She was short, just below average; he would put her height at about five feet and an inch or so. Her hair was short, shoulder length, but it wasn't in one of those no-nonsense cuts; her hair seemed to be layered. Her hair was also too dark to be dirty blonde and too light to be brown, so he settled on calling it auburn. It reminded him of maple flooring. She was wearing a light jacket, powder blue in colour. Her jeans were dark blue and seemed a little bit too long on her since they drooped a bit over her boots. A large, black side bag hit her thigh every time she took a step.
He thought that she was okay for the job. Her clothing was a lot more conservative than the ones he usually picked up were, but maybe this one was going to visit her parents or something. Her walk was what determined her fate with him. That confident walk, with that flirtatious roll of her hips, could not be mimicked; it was the real thing. That was the walk of a confident, self-assured, popular bitch. He hated that walk and the women that walked that way. That was why he always chose those women to use for the job. It was kind of like revenge….
He ground his teeth together. He would not lose sight of his goal. He needed this woman for a job, last day, he hadn't gotten anyone and the natives, as his boss liked to call them, had become restless. He signalled frantically to Eriol; it was time to get it on.
He started walking quickly, opting for the squishy grass rather that the crunching gravel; he didn't want his prey, er, victim, er… find to hear him. He smiled cynically, she didn't stand a chance; none of them ever did. He smiled again, ready to begin his daily ritual. He felt a predator, but he didn't like that word. It made his work seem… bad. He liked to call himself an archaeologist and his prey, his find. "Find" was so much more pleasing to the ear than "prey" or "victim." At least, that was what he thought.
As he neared her, he sped up, as usual.
He stuck out his hand, ready to grab her shoulder, as usual.
Then he tripped, not as usual. In fact, that was very unusual. He knew this path as well as the back of his hand. How on earth could he have tripped?
He grasped her shoulder harshly, trying to keep his balance. Things were not going according as usual. Both of their eyes opened wide as their equilibriums were set off balance. Since she hadn't been expecting something to fall onto her from behind, she stumbled forward and so did he, before she caught herself. Unfortunately for him, he fell straight down onto his ass.
He looked down at the ground and groaned inwardly. There was a hole in the ground surrounded by a bunch of rocks. He had tripped over a rock. One of those little kids we saw here yesterday must have put it there. He felt very stupid right there. He wondered if there was a way to salvage the plan. He needed a find.
His find's head twirled around and soon he was looking into her wide eyes; her wide green eyes. They were emanated shock and curiosity. Of course, who wouldn't be curious if someone magically appeared at your side and fell over flat onto his ass? As he looked into her eyes, he also noticed something else. Something that he instantly recognized; he had seen it many times in his own eyes in the mirror and in the eyes of his friends. It was the deep sorrow that haunted their souls; a deep terror that arose within them every time something out of the norm happened. The second she whirled about, the terror had surfaced in her eyes, and then, instantly, it was covered up and replaced by concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her soft voice ringing like bells in his ears. She held out her arm and helped him up.
"Uh," Syaoran couldn't believe he had labelled her wrong. She was everything but a stuck up snob; no bitch he had ever met had held terror in her eyes like that; that terror was what his friends felt, what he felt. He had always been right, at least, until now. He straightened, slightly dumbfounded.
"I didn't hear you," she continued on. Her back was to the bushes. "I had my headphones on." She smiled. She has a nice smile… He wondered where that thought came from.
He saw a movement behind her; it was Eriol. ERIOL! His mind screamed. He curled his hands into fists. Then he started to use sign language; quickly, he finger signed "S-T-O-P" hoping that Eriol would get the message. "G-O-B-A-C-K-S-T-O-P"
"Good thing I was here to break your fall," she said.
He stopped signing once he realized that Eriol was going back into the bushes, a confused look on his face. "Uh… yeah. Luck." He smiled and scratched the back of his nervously.
She looked over her shoulder, "Who are you signing to?" All that she could see was a small rustle in the bushes. At least, that was what he hoped she had seen. It would have been better if she had seen nothing.
He realized how badly he had misjudged this emerald-eyed young female. She was far form the social ditz he had first perceived her to be. And now, she knew American Sign Language? How… intriguing.
"Uh, no one… I thought I saw a dog, but it was nothing." He seemed to be saying "uh" a lot more that usual. He tried to direct the conversation towards her. "You know ASL?"
"Enough finger spelling to say my name, hi, help, and blah de blah, blah, blah…" She trailed off, waving her arm up and behind her. Her sleeve fell down and he caught sight of a spiked leather bracelet. Yet another interesting surprise had come from this female. He wondered how many more she held.
"Well, I guess that I'll be going now," she said, with a smile. She gave him a small wave and turned around. "Bye."
"Oh, no, wait!" He didn't want her to leave. He thought quickly, trying to think of a way to stay close to her. "I'll, uh, walk with you." He wondered how well she knew the area. "I'll make sure you don't get lost." He waited for her reply. It would probably be the old cliché about knowing the area like the back of your hand. Or something like, "Oh, that would be lovely, I'm new here." The second response would help out his plan.
"I won't," she said, walking away, revealing nothing.
"But I insist." And he did. He fell in step with her.
"O… kay…" she said, sounding confused.
"So…" he started, wondering what on earth to start a conversation about. He was saved from this difficult task when a voice called out from behind them and they felt claps on their shoulders.
Eriol was behind them. Sakura rotated her shoulder, causing Eriol's hand to fall from her shoulder, but he didn't seem to notice. Or perhaps, he didn't want anyone to know that he did notice.
"Hey," he drawled out to Syaoran. He used his now free hand to push his glasses up his nose. "What's going on?"
Any normal, random person who was walking past the scene at that point would have thought that Eriol was just asking a normal routine question. Syaoran, however, knew that Eriol, at the moment, was very confused and upset at losing a chance to bag a find. When Eriol said, "What's going on?" he really meant, "Why the fuck didn't we go through with it?" He just didn't like to say things like that in front of females; he was a very proper young man, even though his choice of jobs went against much of what normal proper men believed in. The fact that he didn't want the female in subject to find out that he was talking about her probably had something to do with his choice of words as well. It wasn't like he could say, "Why aren't I duct-taping this chick's mouth shut?" right in front of her.
"Just walking," replied Syaoran, trying to seem casual. He hoped Tony didn't do anything stupid. They had reached a street now, and the sidewalk was rather large, so they all fit in on it comfortably. The houses smiled down at them from either side of the street.
"I can see that," said Eriol. "And just who is your nice little friend?"
"This?" asked Syaoran. "Oh, this is… this is…" He turned to the girl apologetically, "I'm sorry, I think I forgot your name."
"I didn't give it," she said, continuing to walk ahead.
Eriol smiled, and Syaoran frowned. Good things did not happen when Eriol smiled like that. "So what is your name?"
"I don't have one."
The men exchanged glances. What? She doesn't have a name?
Eriol cleared his throat. "And why don't you have a name?"
"Because my dad was a loser and decided to give me a number as a name. He gave me the name Twenty-Two after the number of times he had been abducted by aliens. He wanted to name me Sex, but my mom disagreed. So here I am, Twenty-Two."
"Wh… That is one MESSED UP NAME," said Eriol.
"Tell me about it," said the girl, hiding a snicker.
"Your dad must have been baked when he did that!"
Syaoran gave him a not so gentle nudge in the ribs before hissing, "She's being sarcastic."
Eriol looked confused. "OHH…." He said to the girl. "You're being sarcastic."
"Oh my god," she said. "You found me out. Somebody give the guy a prize."
Eriol smiled. "I get to choose my prize. I want to know your name."
"Bob," said the girl.
Eriol gave her a funny look. "Bob?"
"Yes," she replied in an icy tone. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No… No, that's an interesting name," said Eriol. He wondered if she was being sarcastic.
"I am being sarcastic again," she said, seeming to read his mind. He wondered if she was able to do that too.
"And yes, I read minds," she said.
He gave her a weird look. "Tell me what I'm thinking right now," he said, scrunching up his face and shutting his eyes. "You'll never guess."
She sighed and walked a bit faster. Syaoran squeezed in between her and Eriol. She rolled her eyes and said, "No, I won't sleep with you."
Eriol's jaw dropped to the floor. "How did you do that?" he hollered. He raced around her and stood in her path. "That's amazing! Tell me what I'm thinking now!" He shut his eyes again and started licking his lips.
"Oh my god!" The female smacked him on the head and stormed off. "You dirty pervert! How dare you think things like that about me!"
Eriol stared after her. He looked to Syaoran. "I don't get it," he said.
Syaoran sighed and walked after the girl. "She was testing you, I think. I think it was to see if you really were thinking about having sex with her. And ta da! You walked right into her trap and answered YES!"
"Whoa…" Eriol blew out a deep breath. "She's smart."
"Very smart." Syaoran wondered just how smart she really was. He had already misjudged her several times. "Go scout up ahead, go around the park and come down this street, we might be able to cut her off." Eriol nodded and sped up the street and back across the path.
Syaoran sped up and caught up with the girl, putting his hand to her shoulder yet again. She whirled about, ready to slap him, but he ducked. "SORRY!" he screamed. She gave him an odd look. He bowed his head. "Really, I am sorry for my friend's behaviour, he's such a loser sometimes." She looked at him as if wondering whether to believe him or not.
"You see, I really need your help. I'm doing a project for school, and I need to get some input from random people." He smiled at her. "Could you help me?"
She smiled and said, "Fine, I'll help. But if your friend comes back, I'm going to smack him."
Syaoran laughed; his laugh was hollow and dry, as though he didn't use it much. He did use it a lot, though, and that was why his laugh was so hoarse.
"So, what's your project?" Light rain began to fall onto them as they stood on the sidewalk.
"I'm doing a study on what kind of music people listen to." The lie slipped easily off of his tongue. He was good at spontaneous lies. It was one of the many talents he had.
"Oh…?" Her green eyes looked at him curiously. He wondered what she was thinking
The rain started to fall harder. She pulled an umbrella out of her bag as he talked. "Well, basically, all I need to know is what your favourite CD is right now, which artist it's by, and your favourite song."
She opened the umbrella up. It was entirely black except for this odd swirling silver pattern at the bottom. She tilted her head at him. "And where are you going to write this down?"
He thought quickly. "I have a great think tank," he said, tapping the side of his head and grinning sheepishly. "I can remember so many things, it's amazing. I don't even have to take notes in class." He wasn't bragging. When he had been in class, he had never had to take notes.
"My favourite CD right now is Meteora by Linkin Park and my favourite song right now is their latest, Hybrid Theory. Don't you just love it?" She smiled at him expectantly.
He vaguely remembered watching some sort of special on someone he thought was called Linkin Park. The words Hybrid Theory had been dropped during it. "Yeah," he said, "It's one of my favourites too." He smiled at her. Maybe she wasn't as smart as he thought she was. "Can I come under your umbrella?"
She nodded, her face all smiles. Oh how easy, he thought. It's like taking candy from a baby; a very beautiful baby that is. He took in the scent of her perfume. He wondered if she was really stupid or just really nice. Maybe she was both. It wasn't impossible. In fact, that combination was highly possible. He realized that she smelled like cherry blossoms… Yum…
Her voice broke his thoughts. She spoke silently, enunciating every word. "If you don't move five feet away from me in five seconds, I am going to scream so loud that every single person living on this street will wake up and wonder who was just murdered."
Syaoran stared down at her. "What?" he asked, dumbfounded yet again.
"You heard me," she said, her eyes hard as emeralds and just as beautiful. "One…"
"I don't think I understand -- "
"Two… I think you do."
"But what did I do wrong?" Syaoran sputtered.
"Three… you were careless."
"How so?"
"Four… Hybrid Theory is related to Linkin Park, but it's not their newest song. Hybrid Theory is the name they first had."
Syaoran's eyes widened. Again he had underestimated this extraordinary female. "But…"
Her head tilted to the side, "And also, why would you do a school project in the summer? And, if you really are in summer school why are you wearing something a businessman would wear? And, I really didn't buy that bull about having an awesome memory. There are only a few people with photographic memories; I am one of them." She let a small silence hang in the air. Syaoran realized how smart she was.
"Five," toned out her voice. "Too late." She smiled and for a second all he could hear was the silence again. Then she turned around, bent over and a horrible high-pitched screeching noise filled the air.
Oh god, she has a whistle! How could I have missed that? He grabbed her from behind and groped at her neck and realized there was no whistle about her neck. He grasped at her hands until he realized that they were by her sides, fists tightly clenched.
Oh my… she's making that noise by herself. He slapped his hand over her mouth, expecting the screeching to stop. But it didn't. Instead, it kept going, shrill enough to begin to hurt his ears.
Okay, then she's doing it through her nose! He let go of her mouth and squeezed her nose. He expected the shriek to stop. But again, it didn't. Oh great… the only way I can stop it is by suffocating her. He really didn't want to do that. Well… maybe a little.
What an idiot… thought the girl. I said that if he moved back five feet that I'd shut up. She started to scream into her shrieks. "If you move back five feet I'll stop!" Her voice reached an eerily high pitch on the last word she said. She wondered if the noise was really as bad as her friends told her it was.
Five feet? Why didn't she say that before? Syaoran released her and jumped back several feet at a time, until he was five feet away from her. "THERE!" he screamed at her into a sudden silence. A neighbour stuck his head out of the door. "SHADDUP!" He screamed. Syaoran ducked his head down. Gah…
"Stay back five feet and I won't do it again," she said, before starting to walk again.
Syaoran stood rooted to the spot. Then he started stalking after her. "How'd you do that?" he called out to her.
"Do what?" she said, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Make that weird noise without a whistle. How'd you do that?" That might be a neat trick to pick up. Maybe he could scare some girls his way with it.
"A bitch taught me," came her icy reply.
A bitch taught her. It was a high-pitched scream. Isn't that funny? Bitch, dog, high-pitched dog call… Do you get it Syaoran? Do ya'? I know you do… but… why aren't you laughing? It's a funny joke… but… it doesn't…
"That doesn't answer my question."
"No, it doesn't, now does it?"
Syaoran was flabbergasted. What right did this female have to talk to him like that? If things had gone according to plan, she would have been duct-taped and tranquilized by now, lying in the backseat of the van. He groaned inwardly.
"So what is the answer to my question?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I'll tell you why you should tell me!" He yelled, running behind her and grabbing her shoulder. "Because –"
The shrieking began again. He pulled back from her, as if he had been burned. "GOD! Don't do that!" he screamed at her.
"Then stay five feet away from me!" she screamed right back at him. "That's all I ask, FIVE FEET!" She sighed. "Can't you do that? Stay five feet away? It's really not that hard. You can even talk to me. I don't really care. Mind you, I'm not really very good company, but that's okay." She gave him an odd quirky smile, tilting her head to the side. "Just stay away from –"
She started shrieking again, with Eriol's hand clamped down over her mouth. Eriol started screaming. She must have bit him. Or maybe he was just excited 'cause she was screaming. Syaoran had almost forgot that Eriol was going to get her from behind.
"MAKE HER STOP!" screamed Eriol.
"Make her stop what?" screamed back Syaoran.
"Make her stop SCREAMING!"
"Move back five feet and she'll stop."
Eriol dragged himself and the girl back away from Syaoran by six feet. Syaoran shook his head. "Away from the girl!" he yelled to Eriol. Sometimes Eriol was a little too dense for his own good.
Immediately, Eriol let go of the girl and ran to Syaoran. "What was that?" he asked, the second she stopped screaming. "I tried covering her mouth but it didn't work!" He held a roll of duct tape in his hand. "I couldn't even use this!"
"I know," said Syaoran. "She has this odd… scream technique."
"Yeah," snorted the girl. "And if you had taken the care to eavesdrop in on our conversation, you would have realized that I said to stay five feet away from me. Now," she said, brushing off her jeans, "I have to go."
"We'll go with you," said Syaoran, starting after her.
"Remember the five feet rule," she said, slinking off.
"Why do you need five feet?" asked Eriol, who was now walking next to Syaoran and rubbing his ears.
"I have social anxiety. If people get to close to me and make me feel uncomfortable I scream."
"But why five feet?" Eriol persisted. "There has to be some logical explanation."
The girl continued to walk down the street. "I have… a personal space limit. If you invade my personal space, I will attack you and make you get away from me and out of my territory. Is that really so hard to understand?"
"No… I just wanted to know…" Eriol shut up then. Even he knew when to back off.
"So…" said Syaoran. "Where ya' going?"
"Do you really think that I'm going to give you a real answer?"
"No, not really."
"Then why do you keep asking?"
"I don't know…" Syaoran trailed off. Eriol looked at him, confused yet again. What was going on here?
"Then why are you still following me?"
"It's a free country."
She turned abruptly and walked towards a house. They followed her halfway to the back until she suddenly whirled around. "It may be a free country, but this is private property. Get off this land in five minutes, before I call the cops." She stomped off and away and Syaoran looked after her.
"Uh… Syao?" asked Eriol, tugging on his blue sleeve.
Syaoran looked down at him. "Yeah?"
"We've got five minutes to spare, should we survey the house or something?"
Syaoran smiled. "You know, sometimes you get some pretty good ideas. Let's go hide in the bushes over there," he said, pointing to a large grouping of shrubs. "She won't be able to see us in there."
Eriol smiled. Hiding in bushes was his speciality. As he jumped into the shrubs, he felt the weight of his duct tape by his side. He wondered if he would get to use it. He helped Syaoran get into the bushes and wondered what Syaoran was thinking. Syaoran would have a plan, he always did. Eriol ripped the tape a bit and sniffed it. The fumes would help keep him calm until Syaoran gave him his orders. He sniffed at the duct tape again and the warm odour helped him remember other times he had spent like this… sitting in a bush… sniffing duct tape… awaiting orders.
About fifteen minutes later… Syaoran broke the silence and began to speak to Eriol. "When she comes out… she will be alone."
"How do you know she'll be alone?" interjected Eriol.
"I just do," replied Syaoran. "Call it intuition, call it mind telepathy, heck, you can even call it Bob, but I just know that."
"So… she comes out…"
"And then I come out from behind the bushes, like I've been waiting behind them, rather than inside them. Then while we're walking away, you come up from behind and smack her on the head with your roll of duct tape. It doesn't make sense to tape her mouth 'cause she can just do that odd shriek thing." Syaoran smiled. "You got that?"
"Got it boss."
"Any questions?"
"What do you think Tony's doing?"
Syaoran stared blankly forward, out of the bushes. "You know what Eriol? I don't think I really want to know."
Ten minutes later… at approximately 7:15 am, the auburn haired beauty turned the corner of the house. Syaoran got ready to jump behind the bushes, but he froze. There was someone… with her.
"Syao!" whispered Eriol, tugging on his arm. "Intuition, mind telepathy, and Bob were wrong! What are the odds of that?"
"Shut up," said Syaoran, smacking his hand over Eriol's mouth as he peered through the leaves for a better view. "I want to see this."
"SAKURA! Blossoming beauties of the day…" crooned the dark green haired male beside the auburn beauty. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways… One…. Two… three…. SEVENTEEN HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE!"
"Shut up Dave, you're such a loser," said the auburn chick, pushing Dave on the chest.
"Syao," whispered Eriol, "I think his name is Dave!"
Syao gave him a look. "No? Really?"
"Yeah, really!"
Syaoran gave him a long look and gave his attention back to the apparent couple in front of him.
"Sakura… you're so pretty… gimme a kiss!" The Dave guy wrapped his arms around the auburn haired female and Syaoran's jaw twitched. Dave continued to give Sakura a very thorough kiss after which he held her in his arms as she blinked a few times, seemingly dazed.
Ah… so his find did have a name; a name that was not Twenty-Two.
"Syao!"
"What Eriol?"
"The girl's name is… Sakura."
"I know Eriol."
"Okay good!"
"Shut up Eriol."
"…."
Syaoran snorted and put his eyes back to Sakura and Dave.
"What?" asked Dave, cocking his head. "I can't hear you."
"I didn't know you could do that!" said Sakura, blushing. Syaoran wondered what she was talking about. Do what? "I mean… you're…" she trailed off.
"HEY! That doesn't mean…" Syaoran missed the end of what Dave said. He strained his ears, trying to hear their conversation.
"Really? So if I said… let's get it on! You'd take me to a bed and ravage me?" asked Sakura.
"Oh yeah, hell I'd take you on the floor right now, so be careful of what you say near me." The Dave guy growled at her. Syaoran growled inwardly. What was up with those two? He had thought that Sakura wasn't one of those popular skanks, but now… she was talking about getting it on? In public?
"Yeah, and then you'd prematurely ejaculate all over me before you even got the condom on, eh?"
"Hey!" shouted Dave. Eriol and Syaoran snickered beneath their leafy foliage. Premature ejaculator? Oh the things you hear around the neighbourhood. Syaoran tuned into what was being said, trying to stifle his guffaws with his fist. Eriol was doing the same beside him.
"That was only once!"
"Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say, dear." Sakura patted him on the head with her hand. "I believe you," she said in a condescending tone.
"Want me to prove it to you?" growled the now angry Dave.
"No, I don't want to take away your virginity."
"I am not a virgin and you know it!" Tehe… Dave was sounding very girly now… a little… too girly?
"Yeah, sorry, when did we do that? Three years ago? Two?"
"You damned well know when that happened." He leaned over and whispered into her ear.
Sakura burst out into laughter. "Ooooooooooh…. That was you? Oh my god, that was an awesome day… and night!"
"Gees, woman, you're like stoned. Quick, get into my car and I'll whisk you away to the wonderful world of Oz."
"Oz? Do I have to wear a bra?"
"I don't care; I don't even wear underwear." This set the both of them off and they snickered all the way to the car, which happened to be a regular looking black Honda Civic.
Dave opened Sakura's door for her and she stepped in, but not before she gave Dave a long sloppy kiss. It was disgusting to watch, but Syaoran couldn't keep his eyes off of them. Dave shut the door for her and she buckled in as he walked around. Once he was in, she gave him a huge kiss, yet again, before he started the car.
"So, I guess she has a boyfriend, eh, Syao?"
"No, that's her brother."
"WHAT?" whispered Eriol. "They're infectious?"
"I believe the correct term is… incestuous… and no, they're not. I was being sarcastic."
Syaoran kept his eyes on Sakura. There was something wrong with this picture… but he just couldn't put his finger on it.
He continued to stare at Sakura and then realized that she was staring right at him and Eriol! His eyes widened and he looked behind him, hoping, for some odd reason, to see someone behind him, someone else that she was looking at. But there was no one. He turned to look at her again and saw her waving at him, cheerfully. And then she flicked him the finger and with a blow of a kiss and the roar of an engine… she was gone.
Syaoran sat, dumbfounded. He realized what had just happened. Sakura, she had known that they were in the shrubs and had gotten her friend to play along with her to get her away from them safely. He knew what had been pestering him about Dave. He was so flamboyantly homosexual. He filled in all the stereotypes. He growled to himself. He'd been outwitted by a victim!
"Syao… I think she was looking at us!"
"No, Eriol. She was looking at the ghost behind us."
Eriol jumped out of the bushes and turned around, facing the shrubs, duct tape unravelled and ready to be spun around any bothersome ghosts. He tilted his head. "Where's the ghost?"
"There is no ghost." Syaoran got out of the bushes and started to walk back to the van.
"You let it get away?"
"No, I didn't. There wasn't one to begin with."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the van. Have to make sure that Tony didn't fall asleep or something like that."
"Don't leave me here with the ghost!" Eriol shot after Syaoran who was thinking deeply. Thinking deeply of the only victim that had outsmarted him, not once, not twice, but multiple times and then had the gall to flick him the finger. The only victim named Sakura.
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