SourPop1004: Hey there readers! Here I am with chapter 7! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and remember to review! Thnx peepoz! See you at the bottom.

The Salsa Dancer

By: Moi!

Fang sat in his large armchair with a pleased expression. He looked over a file. He smiled and shook his head.

"Fools." He commented in pity as he continued to read a report from one of his men stationed in LA.

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Sakura's second day of training was over. Part 1 of it anyway. She would have part 2 later that day. She sat alone in the empty gym with a coke and sandwich. She quietly ate staring into the mirror when the gym door opened and the woman with violet hair walked in with a plastic bag.

"May I join you? I really don't want to eat with the others today." The woman smiled.

"Sure." Sakura answered putting down her drink on the mat.

The woman walked over and sat across from her on the mat. She extended her arm. "I'm Tomoyo Daidouji. Nice to meet you."

Sakura took the woman's and shook it firmly with a smile. "Hi there. I'm Sakura Kinomoto." Sakura noticed Tomoyo staring at her with a horrified look.

"No you aren't…" Tomoyo whispered. Sakura gave her a questioning eye.

"Excuse me?" Sakura looked confused. What was wrong with this person?

Tomoyo shook away form her zoning. "I'm sorry. That was rude. It's just you have the same name as someone I knew. She was my best friend in elementary."

"What happened to her?" Sakura asked curious.

Tomoyo had a sad smile. "I really don' t know what happened but everyone that loved her came to a conclusion that she's dead. Her father and brother were killed and she disappeared." Tomoyo explained. Her eyes were starting to water. Sakura leaned forward and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright. You can cry. That's such a sad story." Sakura paused for a moment. "If it isn't too much trouble, could describe what she looked like?" Tomoyo looked up at her.

"Well, she had brown hair, green eyes, and a dazzling smile." Tomoyo couldn't help but smile at the long-gone memory of her friend. When she looked at Sakura, Sakura was dead cold and still. "Is something the matter? Well, if I scared you, don't worry, I'm afraid you don't look like her."

Sakura's mind was in a hurricane. 'I knew her… finally…someone I know that loved me. I want to tell her…but what would Syaoran say? Who cares about him? Why do I even bother? Yet…I don't know…' Sakura thought in despair. She wanted to tell this woman everything, but she knew she shouldn't. Not yet anyway.

"Oh, it's fine, I was just spacing out a bit." Sakura smiled. She picked up her sandwich and took a bite. "You should hurry and eat, lunch break will be over soon." Sakura watched intently as Tomoyo smiled and opened her carryout lunch.

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Syaoran had wanted to talk to Sakura. She sat in his office on the regular floor (not the headquarters base). She looked around and spotted the large view window. She got up and walked over and stared down at the busy city. She turned around when she heard someone at the door.

"Like the view?" A man with blonde spiked hair looked at her.

"Yeah…" Sakura replied turning back to the window.

"I'm Tano. Syaoran just wanted me to tell you to come to the meeting room for a briefing downstairs."

"Oh, ok." Sakura turned around and walked towards the door where he stood. She had cleaned up and changed into her regular clothes. Thanked the facilities of the locker room. It came with showers. She had changed into a pair of black pants with a silver chain belt, a black quarter-sleeved dress shirt, and a pair of black leather pumps. (Gotta love leather. Especially black. Hehe…) She followed Tano down the hall and to the elevators.

As the elevator moved down, Tano spoke first in an attempt to start small talk.

"So, you're a new agent in training?"

"Yeah…" Sakura really didn't want to talk but she really couldn't do anything.

"I'm just curious but didn't you just start your training. Why would you need a briefing for a mission?"

"Um…I guess they want to test me or something. I really have no idea." Sakura was trying to be polite but he was starting to get on her nerves. She thanked the heavens when they had reached their basement floor. Sakura quickly exited and swiftly walked down the hall towards where Syaoran and Jessie were standing. Jessie gave Sakura a look of fear and loathe. Sakura ignored it and went into the room. Inside, there was already a group around the table. When she entered, everyone stared at the new stranger. She ignored them and sat down in an empty seat. Soon as she did, Yoritomo started speaking.

"Gentlemen of the board, our small search group was able to get hold of some information regarding Fang and his businesses. We have got word that besides their search for one of their agents (he's referring to Sakura), they are continuing to pursue for the third card key. We believe their target will be Mr. Elliot."

One man interrupted. "Elliot as in the fashion designer? Why on earth would he have the last card key?" Everyone agreed in confusion.

Sakura spoke up and everyone turned towards her. "Yes, he is a clothing line designer but his father sits with the highest ranking military generals in this country, one that is in part responsible for the vault in the first place. He had a son but who would have thought his son would turn down his family's generations of military ranking and go for the fashion business? Anyway, Elliot isn't his real name. He changed it when he went into the clothing business. And, who would suspect a fashion designer to be related to a military general. But just for safe measures, Elliot's father and the government made sure no one could find the files relating him to a military general. They did do a good job but Fang, or more like Josh, has a far better knowledge of cyber technology. I'm sure he can obtain almost every bit of information there ever was." Sakura finished. She smiled at the group of men who just sat there staring at her. Yoritomo continued.

"Yes, that's right."

An old plump man interrupted. "Who's Josh, and how would you know all this Miss?" The man turned to Yoritomo.

"For the rest of the members that have not been informed yet, this is one of Fang's agents that he is looking for to kill. Please greet Miss Kinomoto." The plump man and a few others turned towards Sakura.

"Yoritomo, you know we don't negotiate with terrorists." The man spat out coldly.

"Yes, we know Mr. Toryman but we have gotten the government's permission to." Yoritomo answered confidently. "Now, moving on." He turned towards Li. "You and Kinomoto will be flying to France. Elliot's having a fashion show in Paris. We have already informed him of your arrival tomorrow. We need you both to watch over the show. You'll have a team to help you. Your flight leaves in 2 hours. Kinomoto, you'll be noticed as sick for your sessions. If you have any further questions, both of you, ask Hector. I do believe he wishes to speak to you."

The meeting was over. Everyone got up and started to leave. Sakura stood up as well and looked towards Syaoran who was currently talking to Jessie. Jessie had a look of displeasure on her face.

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Sakura stared out the private jetliner window. The white foggy clouds passed by as she stared mindlessly. Having had enough of the view, Sakura shut the blind and adjusted her seat. She looked to her left and found Syaoran with a magazine and a drink. They had gone undercover as a rich married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Laurence. The husband was dragged to Paris by his beloved wife who was a fashion fanatic and loves Elliot's works. Sakura smiled at the thought of her being a fashion fanatic. 'Not happening anytime soon…but what can I say, I guess I do have good taste in clothes.' Sakura laughed in her mind.

To go with the scenario, Sakura was dressed like a snobby, stuck-up rich lady: a huge diamond ring on her ring finger, a pearl necklace, pair of round black sunglasses perched on her head, pair of black high-heels, a black knee-short slinky dress, and an over-sized white mink coat. She sat uncomfortably with her black purse on her lap. She tried to ignore the loose wavy strands of black hair falling on her face. 'Ugh…I hate this…' She thought sourly.

She leaned over to Syaoran and whispered.

"Was it necessary for the mink?" Sakura hissed.

"Don't ask me. I don't do these things." Syaoran smiled at Sakura's uncomfortable expression.

"Stop smiling. I'm like in an oven right now." Sakura whispered back.

Syaoran just smiled.

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Syaoran had walked down the stairs with a suitcase. Sakura stepped off the plane and stood at the top of the portable stairs. She looked up and saw the sun beaming down on her. She placed her dark glasses over her eyes and proceeded to walk down. Syaoran was waiting for her at the bottom. Once she got down, the two and their French contact, posing as a chauffeur walked towards the long limousine parked off to the side.

Once inside the car, the man introduced himself.

"I'm Cousteau. I'm assuming both of you are from LA." The man asked with a smile as he started up the car.

"Yes." Syaoran answered. "I'm agent Li and this is Kinomoto."

"Wow, you have no accent." Sakura commented smiling.

"Yes, well I've lived in the states for a little bit." The car lurched and began to drive out of the large runway and towards the entrance and onto the streets.

Sakura looked out the darkened windows and smiled as they passed by the Arch de Triumph. There were many other cars on the streets. As Cousteau told them they were nearing the hotel, she could tell because the cars were starting to slow and cram together. Elliot's show was going to be held at a well-respected hotel in Paris.

The car pulled up in front of the grand hotel. Sakura and Syaoran got off and walked down the long red carpet, which was lined by large plants in marble pots. The large red canopy above them shaded them from the bright sun.

Inside, the place was beautiful, neat, and clean. That is if you ignored the fact that the place was packed with reporters and photographers. Elliot's fashion show was going to take place in the evening, to compliment his theme, evening gowns. Sakura and Syaoran walked over the to counter to check in. Syaoran got a key to the second grand suite. The largest one was, of course, given to Elliot. With the key in his hand, the two walked over to the gold elevators and waited for it to come down. When the shiny doors slid open, a woman in a cream-colored dress and another in a blue dress stepped out. The two women were ceaselessly chatting. When they saw Sakura, they turned to her.

"Are you by any chance going to see the Elliot show tonight? I heard it'll be marvelous." The woman in cream asked with a delightful little cheery tone.

"Oh, yes, I am. I'm a huge fan." Sakura played along. She smiled.

"Great! We hope to see you there. We'll save you a seat. Tata." The two women walked away waving and continuing to chat.

Sakura rolled her eyes and walked into the elevator where Syaoran was waiting. She stepped in and the doors slid shut. Syaoran told the elevator person was floor and he pressed his white-gloved hands onto the round gold button and they were off. (Ooh…they even have those elevator people. Haha…)

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As Syaoran opened the room door, he pointed out that Elliot's room was across the hall to the left. He pushed the door open and entered, followed by Sakura.

Sakura looked around. The room was astonishing. Smooth velvety furniture and thick velvet curtains. She took off her coat and tossed it on the nearest couch. She walked into the bedroom and found a large king-size bed with silk sheets and a canopy high above the bed with red curtains with gold trimmings. Over each pillow lay a piece of neatly wrapped chocolate. She looked across from the bed and found a large screen TV. She walked back out and into the bathroom. Marble-white with gold faucets. She walked over to the huge round tub and saw the window behind it. The view was perfect. It looked over the city. It'd be beautiful during the night when the city would be lit. Breaking her trance, Syaornan called from the doorway.

"Hey, we need to get to Elliot's room."

"Ok." Sakura turned around and left the bathroom with Syaoran.

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Elliot was an average height man with sand brown hair witch was stylishly spiked up. His blue eyes smiled as Sakura came in. He was dressed for success with his black collar put up like some mysterious man effect.

"Are you guys from…" Elliot began.

"Yes, we are." Syaoran replied as he and Sakura were motioned to sit down.

"Well, I didn't expect to see such a beautiful woman here with you." He smiled a toothy grin as he took Sakura's hand and gave it a light kiss. Sakura smiled as he did so, but shot a look at Syaoran with an If-you-don't-get-him-off-me-I'll-kick-his-ass look. Syaoran just shrugged.

"Thank you. You're so kind." She artificially giggled. 'If this guy thinks he's some prince charming, well, he's got something else coming.' She thought.

The three sat around a glass coffee table. Syaoran put his silver suitcase on the table and clicked it open after unlocking it. He pulled out a small round black devise.

"Put it in your ear. This will help you hear our instructions. If anything happens, our number one priority is to keep you safe. And here." Syaoran held up a tiny little black round disk. "This is a magnetic Mic. It can attach to any surface. Are you going to wear that pendant tonight?" Syaoran pointed at Elliot's round metal pendant.

"Yes. I always wear it."

"Here. Stick this on the back. With this you'll be able to talk to us."

Elliot took the little chip and placed it on the back of his pendant. The little metal clung to the round metal.

"I believe you are set Mr. Elliot." Sakura concluded. The two got up and were on their way to the door when Elliot called out to Sakura.

"Miss Kinomoto, will you join me for a drink after the show?" He smiled at her.

"Um…sure." Sakura replied and went out the door before Syaoran.

Once outside in the hallway in front of their room, Sakura turned to Syaoran.

"We're leaving after the show, right?" Sakura urged him with pleading eyes.

Syaoran laughed. "Yeah. We have to get back as soon as we can."

Sakura let out a large sigh of relief. "That's good. For a minute there I thought I had to actually sit through a drink with that hand-kissing loser." She smiled and stepped into the room. Syaoran just shrugged and walked in after her.

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Behind the extravagant hotel, a huge white tent was set up. The silky white curtains fluttered in the night breeze as inside, workers and models were running around to get ready for the show. The palm trees and plants were covered with twinkling yellow lights, which lit the darkened garden. Waiters in tuxedos walked around with silver platters full of little appetizers. Men and women in formal elegant outfits stood around talking and chatting away.

Syaoran was in his black tux talking to the other guests trying to blend in. Sakura was still upstairs getting ready. The women that had talked to Sakura earlier were off to one side of the large patio in their pretty little dresses talking amongst them selves while enjoying a chilled glass of champagne.

Syaoran turned towards the short flight of steps that led down to the garden area. Sakura floated down the steps in her glittery black dress. Her hair was pinned with a diamond flower on the side of her head. With black strap sandals and a black beaded shall to complete her halter-top slinky dress was perfect. Sakura walked towards Syaoran, but was stopped in mid track by one of the women. They were in around their late 20's or early 30's.

"Wow! Nice dress." One woman cheered as she looked Sakura over.

"Why thank you." Sakura smiled.

Sakura was soon drowned in dull chatter. She stood quietly with a smile listening to these women mumble on about how their husbands were better than the others. Sakura looked around the party out of boredom. While scanning, her eyes fell on a tall man with blackish red hair. Sakura titled her head to ponder but realized it was Josh. 'So… you're doing the dirty work now…' Sakura thought bitterly. Sakura turned to the ladies.

"Excuse me…"

Sakura swiftly left before they could stop her. She walked towards where Syaoran. He was currently talking to a small group of people before turning around at the tap on his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"They're here." Sakura whispered.

Syaoran turned around and saw a tall man walked into the tent. Syaoran nodded. The two were about to move in when they saw Elliot in the middle of the patio calling for attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. The show is ready." Elliot bowed and motioned towards the opened curtains. The mass of people poured into the large tent and took their seats around the runway.

The lights flashed and the music started. Elliot started introducing his designs as models started walking down the isle in various dresses and gowns. Sakura scanned the crowd for Josh. Sakura placed a hand over her right ear to block out the music.

"Syaoran, go to the right. I'll follow him." She spoke.

She saw Syaoran nod from across the room.

"Wait, one more thing." She saw him turn towards her. "Is Elliot carrying the key or what?"

"That's not important. Just protect him. All I'll say is that it's on him." Syaoran's voice was heard in her earpiece.

Sakura nodded and continued to pursue Josh as he made his way towards the backstage area unnoticed.

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Models and hair stylists frantically ran around the small area with dresses and hair spray. Sakura followed Josh through a swirving trail through the bustling bunch. Elliot was to the side of the stage on the other side of the tent giving out descriptions of his clothing line. She knew she wouldn't get to Elliot in time with out causing a scene so she did the next best thing. She decided to warn Elliot before Josh reached him. Sakura saw where all the models were lined up to go on stage. Sakura's eyes lit up. She ran to the front of the line and causally walked onto stage. Elliot smiled and kept talking until he realized that Sakura was on stage and did a double take. Sakura walked down the runway and whispered as she passed him.

"You're in danger. Start moving towards where Syaoran is, NOW!" Sakura hissed as she kept smiling and walked the rest of the way down.

Elliot, still confused but listening, smiled again, readjusted his microphone headset, and started talking again. He waved his hands around explaining his designs as he walked towards Syaoran. Elliot stopped a couple of feet from Syaoran and stopped assuming this would look ok without looking too suspicious. Sakura turned around and walked back towards the exit of the stage. A row of angry looking models glared at her.

"I just saved your employer's ass. Don't dare look at me like that." Sakura warned dangerously. The models were all confused but Sakura was gone before they could glare any more.

Sakura walked around the back stage towards where Josh had stopped in his tracks. Sakura smiled as she approached Josh from behind. Sakura's eyes darted to Syaoran who had look of caution in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Syaoran asked her thought their communication pieces.

"I know what I'm doing." Sakura answered and walked to Josh and tapped his shoulder. "Sir, may I buy you a drink?" Sakura asked with a smile.

He hesitated then answered. "Of course."

The two walked out of the tent and were on the green grass with two glasses of champagne. Sakura watched Syaoran from the corner of her eyes. He was watching her.

"What is your name?" Josh began politely.

"I'm Linda Laurance." Sakura smiled. She took a sip of her champagne. She ran the back of her left hand over her smooth right cheek and traced down her delicate slender fingers over her beaded necklace. Josh looked at her with a smile. The two mumbled a few greetings and parted. Sakura walked towards Syaoran with a smile.

"What was that for?" Syaoran asked frowning.

"Just wanted to buy a drink for the man that betrayed me. Irony if you ask me. I'm a fan of irony." Sakura replied with a smile before walking back into the tent. Syaoran just looked on with slight confusion.

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Syaoran and Sakura were up in their room. Syaoran was looking out the balcony at the dark sky. Sakura sat on the comfy couch.

"So, we can't leave tonight?" Sakura asked disappointed.

"Yeah. That Josh is staying over night. We can't risk it now." Syaoran answered as he turned around to face Sakura. Both turned towards the door when there was a knock. Sakura got up and opened the door to find a bellboy with a silver platter. There was a card on the shiny plate.

"I believe Mr. Elliot is awaiting your presence." The man commented and left.

Sakura had taken the card and read it. It was an invitation to his room. Sakura groaned. When she looked at Syaroan he just laughed.

"I'll be right back." Sakura answered and left the room. By now, she had changed into a black dress shirt and pants with boots. She walked out the door slamming it shut behind her.

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When Sakura knocked and entered the room, Elliot answered with a bottle of champagne in his free hand.

"Come in." He invited.

Sakura stepped in and looked around. The room was huge. She sat down on the couch and waited. She watched Elliot as he retrieved two wine goblets. Under the lights, his necklace reflected brilliantly.

Elliot sat down next to Sakura on the large cushy couch. He poured her a glass and handed it to her. He slung his free hand over the couch and sipped his wine as he watched her take a small sip.

'What the heck is he staring at?' Sakura thought angrily, ready to punch him is she got the chance.

"You have very beautiful eyes." He commented with a smooth velvety voice.

"Why thank you." Sakura answered with a slight blush. 'Beautiful eyes my ASS!' Sakura thought.

She felt him move closer to her. Sakura scooted back a bit. Sakura knew what was coming next. She immediately jumped up out of the way as he leaned in to kiss her. Sakura threw a sidekick and sent him spinning to the floor. He landed with a soft thud on the plush white carpet. Sakura crouched down over Elliot and stared down at his necklace. She flipped it to the back to see if the black detector was still attached. It wasn't. Sakura smiled and yanked the necklace off the limp body. Sakura got up and stared down at him with an evil look. She turned and grabbed the wine bottle on the coffee table. She walked across to the balcony and flung the glass doors open. She flung the bottle out the window, sending it spinning through the air as it sprayed red liquid everywhere. After a few seconds, there was a small glass shattering below. Sakura pocketed the necklace in her pants and walked out of the room.

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When Sakura came back into her room, Syaoran was standing in the middle of the room with a gun pointed at her.

"What are you doing?" Sakura asked innocently.

"Give me the necklace." Syaoran demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" Sakura trailed off with sad eyes.

"Cut the crap. You know what I'm talking about." Syaoran answered coolly.

Sakura's sad lips curved up into a malicious smile. "I guess. Playing helpless really is not my style." Sakura walked over to the mini bar to the side of the room. Syaoran's gun followed her every move. Sakura raised up a glass towards Syaoran. "Want a drink?" Sakura filled the glass half way with champagne. "Guess not." Sakura took a small sip and threw the glass to the side. The glass hit the wall and shattered into millions of sharp pieces.

"Was the whole betrayal thing a scene?" Syaoran asked.

"Aren't I the little actress?" Sakura smiled. She continued to move through the room towards the balcony.

"If you're thinking of escaping, not in this life." Syaoran replied.

"You know what your problem is? You American agents always seem to hold back. If it was me, I'd shoot and be done with it."

"We just choose to work things out civilized."

"Yes. Well, being civilized obviously didn't save you father." Sakura's eyes glittered devilishly.

"How do you know about my father?" Syaoran cringed at the thought of his dead father.

"What was the story again? Oh yes, he died for his so-called country. His last mission was to break-up a drug ring that was affecting DC pretty badly. He was so close yet his emotions got in the way. To think your own mother was sneaking around your back all those years. Well, we all know what happened in the end. I was too young to have been there but I've heard. Yes, your father was the best, but not good enough. Or else he would still be alive right now." Sakura taunted. "We're not so different you know. Sad pasts, agents, you know, the whole thing going on right now."

"At least my father died for a cause, and I'm proud of that. I still hate the fact that my mother was involved, but I can't change what has been done. I will never be the man he was. He died with honor." Syaoran answered. "Why don't you just help the right side. I'm sorry for what happened to your father but by you working for Fang, it's only supporting the soul reason that your brother and father were killed, terrorism." Syaoran reasoned.

Sakura stood there staring at him in silence. A single tear rolled down her smooth cheek. Syaoran was beginning to think Sakura was opening up. Sakura smiled and flicked off the tear that had pooled at her chin.

"Emotion is the key to anyone's destruction. And far as you and I are concerned, I am the best. The best have no weaknesses. My emotions have long been gone since my father and brother died. Don't sympathize for me. I'm not like you who let your feelings get the best of you."

Just than, the balcony windows blasted open, shattering the glass along with the impact. Strong winds rushed into the room blowing the curtains out of control and everything else to the floor. A bright light shot into the room.

"Gotta run. We'll see each other again. Till then." Sakura ran out onto the balcony and stepped onto the railing in one swift motion. Before Syaoran could recollect himself from the sudden intrusion, Sakura had leaped off the railing and was in the air. She grabbed onto a rope ladder. The helicopter parted and flew into the night sky. Sakura sat inside as her hair whipped around her wildly from the cold air. She snuggled closer as Josh put an arm around her.

"Good job. The wine bottle thing almost did kill someone but nevertheless it was an affective signal. We're finally going home, Chica." Josh gave Sakura's shoulder a squeeze and smiled. Sakura was silent and only stared out into the sky with the thought of what Syaoran had said earlier in her mind.

SouPop1004: Done! Hehe. There, chapter 7 is complete. Wasn't that a wild turn in the plot. Hehe…yeah, I'm that sort of person. Hehe…I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I thought I'd have lots of A/N at the bottom but guess not. Just wanted to say, there will be lots of twists and turns. Please review! Keeps me goin'. Also, suggestions and comments are very, very welcome. E-mail me at xxgodslight012xx@aol.com or just leave me one in your review. Thanks you guys! See you next chapter!

PS. Never mind, I do have some things to say. Um, I know a lot of people are requesting for more S+S. Well I'm sorry, but there aren't any until after chapter 10. But the thing is, even though there isn't a lot of S+S from now and chapter 10, but important things happen. So I'm really sorry, but I promise to give you some lovin' after chapter 10. Hehe, so please, sit tight, and S+S is sure to come. But till then, you'll have lots to think about cause the plot takes dramatic effect for the next 2 or 3 chapters. Ja!

PPS. Since now I'm going to be updating in html form, I won't have to space things out so much. Sorry for the incredibly large spaces in this chapter. Next chapter will be more controlled. Thank you so much for sticking with this story. Please go check out Blind Fate. Thank you.