SourPop1004: Hi people! As usual, a/n at the bottom. Enjoy!
PS. To Babyblueangel: You nailed it! I have to give a special credit to you since you figured out what was going on. All right! Very nice detective work. Hehe… (And Sydney's mom's name is Irina Derevko… or something like that…last name wise…)
To Embattledcurve: Very nice guess but not quite. True that the story is going with Alias's plot but not everything's matched up perfectly. There are few changes of characters, sides, etc.
To Everyone: Expect the unexpected. But don't go overboard. Haha…
The Salsa Dancer
By: The lovely and crazy, SourPop1004
The complete darkness that surrounded her vision started to transform into lighter shades of gray until everything was clear and visible. Sakura slowly lifted up her head and looked around. The large empty room stared back at her. Sakura narrowed her eyes and studied the large window to her right. Unbreakable glass. Damn it. She thought bitterly. She turned her attention to the room and realized she was on a bed. She swung her feet over the edge and got up. Her shoes were neatly set at the foot of the bed and her street clothes lay on the chair. She looked down and noticed that she was wearing a pair of PJs. Just then the door opened and a tall handsome man walked in. He adjusted his glasses and smiled.
"I see you are awake Miss Kinomoto." He walked towards with a small bow. His British tongue flowing melodically.
"And who the hell are you?" Sakura spat cautiously but angrily.
"Now, now, temper will do you no good. You Americans are so rude" He smiled. (I know. It's really weird cause Eriol and Sakura are Asian. Hehe…) He took a step towards her as she backed off. "Let me introduce myself. Eriol Hiragizawa. And a pleasure to finally meet you." He stuck out his hand, but Sakura ignored it.
"Ok. So what am I doing here? What do you want?" Sakura walked around the room with a focused vision on the man in the tanned Armani suit.
"You'll see tonight. Do not be angered. This is for your best."
"Wait. What am I supposed to do? Seeing that I'm not exactly in a 100% hostage situation, what am I in?" Sakura shouted at his back.
"You're a guest. And you better change. You have a visitor in 5 minutes." Eriol shut the door behind him, leaving a confused Sakura.
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"Papito, this ain't looking good. We've lost contact with her for the last 19 hours. Knowing Cereza, she wouldn't be gone this long without touching base." Josh looked up from his laptop towards Fang.
"I want a team out immediately. Search the last place she was at. The signing of the proposition will be tomorrow. I can't afford for something like this to happen" Fang replied with a cold tone. Josh stared with fear and curiosity. "NOW!" Fang shouted. Josh quickly went to work on his laptop. Fang just stormed out of the hotel room.
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Sakura had put back on her street clothes and was sitting down in a chair, looking out through the large window. She saw the ocean in the far distance. People were happily making sandcastles and splashing around in the water. She smiled at the sight but quickly turned around when she heard the door open. Sakura turned around to find the tall familiar man standing in the doorway. He spoke as he approached her.
"I'm sorry you had to be taken out like that. But you must understand why." Syaoran stopped right in front of her.
"No, please. Do explain because I really have no idea why the hell I'm here." Sakura asked sarcastically. She gave a small smile before standing up and staring into his eyes with a level gaze.
"You'll be explained to tonight. So for now, just enjoy yourself." Syaoran smiled.
"You have got to be kidding. Enjoy myself? Here? This prison? You are crazy!" Sakura fumed. All the while she felt his breath on her cheeks. She was killing inside to hold in a blush.
"Blushing is far natural. You don't have to hold it in you know."
Sakura was deep in thought. She had thought this man was no different, a pushover, yet something had changed. He was reading her every move like a book.
"You must be wondering why I've changed." (Hehe…irony…) "Well I haven't. I've been hit on the head by you before, but it won't happen again. I, unlike many others, learn from my mistakes." Syaoran smiled.
"Is that so?" Sakura slyly smiled and ran her hand down his chest but was stopped by Syaoran's hand.
"And another thing. You are pretty, but don't let that go to your head. And I suggest you stop acting like a slut. It won't work anymore." Syaoran pulled away from her, releasing her hand from his. He gave a small bow and walked towards the door.
Sakura was angry, very angry. She wanted to kill that man. But she knew better than to lose herself. Sakura's voice spoke out after Syaoran, who stopped and listened with his back still turned.
"A slut am I? You really do hurt me Syaoran. I thought we had something going, but I guess not. I am heart broken. What shall I ever do?" Sakura taunted sarcastically. She brought her hand to her forehead dramatically. "But hon, you know you want it just as bad. But maybe there's something else holding you back. I think you're afraid. Afraid of some woman lying to you, betraying you, killing you…just like your mother." Syaroan could imagine the cruel smile on Sakura's face. "So, how are things with Jessie? She seemed quite flustered that I might take you away from her. I don't blame the girl as on seeming how much of a fiancé you are. Maybe you just weren't meant to marry, ever. With all that tragedy with your father and all. Don't worry, I don't accuse you of anything. It's not your fault that you can't satisfy anyone." Sakura laughed. (I know, she's bad. Really bad.) She knew right then she had caught his attention. She knew she had hit the spot. Right where it hurt.
Syaoran was pained on hearing those words but stayed silent. The part he hated most about her was that she was actually right. He hadn't been exactly the most loving boyfriend and he knew why. She was right, it was because of what had happened to his father. As much as he hated to admit it but he was afraid.
"Now go on Syaoran, go do that little work of yours. Don't be gone too long. I'll miss you." Sakura smirked at the uncomfortable silence from Syaroan. He then walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
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Downstairs, Syaoran sat in the kitchen quietly. He was sipping a cup of coffee that Eriol had handed him. He quietly sat and wondered about what she had said. It was right. Everything was right.
Eriol sat across from Syaoran. He studied Syaoran's intense face expression as he thought. It didn't take a wild guess to figure out what was happening.
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Sakura was lying down on the bed thinking. Was I too harsh? No! What am I thinking? I don't care about that worthless man. He called me a slut! Sakura mentally shouted at herself. When her thoughts settled, she slowly fell asleep.
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Sakura's eyes were still closed when she felt a presence watching her sleep. When she felt a hand on her cheek, Sakura's reflexes kicked in and she immediately grabbed the wrist of the person over her and twisted it. By now, Sakura's eyes were open and saw the person. A woman with violet hair was there. Surprisingly, her expression wasn't of pain. It was smiling. Sakura let go of the hand and stumbled back a bit. The woman turned around to face her. The familiar face had new-formed lines and wrinkles. But it wasn't enough to identify the woman as old.
"Who are you. What do you want?" Sakura asked.
The woman had her hair tied back and was wearing a dark blue business suit. Sakura's eyes scanned her over and fell on the woman's ring finger. There was a white gold ring with diamond all around and in the center was an emerald. When Sakura looked back up, she noticed the woman's green eyes.
"Do you remember this ring?" The woman stuck out her hand and showed the ring to Sakura. "Your father gave it to me on my 20 birthday, and who would have thought he'd propose?" The woman smiled.
"Y-You…" Sakura was speechless. She remembered perfectly where that ring was from. "Mom?" Sakura's voice was cracking.
"Give your okka-san a hug." The woman brought Sakura into a tight hug.
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The doorbell rang, chiming through the huge mansion. Eriol picked himself up form the armchair he was sitting in and made his way to the door. He opened the door to find a woman with purplish hair standing. She was looking down at her invitation not realizing the door had opened. Eriol stared down at her small figure. The woman looked up and jumped for a second.
"Whoa! I didn't know you were there. Sorry." Tomoyo smiled and blushed.
"No, it's quite alright. Are you here for the dinner party?"
"Oh yes. Here's my invitation." Tomoyo handed the small ivory colored card to the tall handsome man. When her fingertips brushed his, she blushed. She stepped into the large home and looked around. Under the chandelier in the main room where guests were arriving, Tomoyo's shimmery dark purple dress glittered wildly. She adjusted the matching beaded shawl around her and turned to the man. "I don't mean to be rude but I really don't know why I'm here. I just received this invitation in the mail from an anonymous person." Tomoyo looked questioningly.
"If it was anonymous, why come?" Eriol observed her every move.
"I don't know. It said it was very important and…" Tomoyo's expression was slowly changing from questioning to confusion to fear. "Maybe I should leave." Tomoyo walked fast towards the door when Eriol slammed it shut, making her jump.
"What if I'm some psycho inviting you to a dinner party to drug you and manipulate you. . ." Eriol gave her an evil look. His face was right in front of hers. She looked at him with horror.
"Stay back. I-I-I know karate." Tomoyo stepped back from Eriol in fear.
"With the crap the CIA teaches you, I'd hardly consider it any form of karate."
"Wait, how'd you know I was a CIA trainee?" Tomoyo was truly confused.
"Come dear. I'm not some psycho trying to rape you. I was just kidding. Follow me. You'll wait in the next room." Eriol gave a hearty laugh as he led her to the next room. Tomoyo was confused but she knew she loved this man's British accent.
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Sakura sat on the bed in silence.
"I know this is a lot to take in Sakura but you must understand." Nadeshiko tried to comfort her daughter.
"Ok, let me get this straight. You died but you're not dead. Touya died but he's not dead. So who else is dead but alive!?" Sakura yelled out in rage and frustration.
"Everyone else is just alive or dead. Unfortunately, your father is still passed." Nadeshiko looked at Sakura and tried to reassure her. She knew it'd be hard.
"Where's Touya right now?" Sakura kept remembering the officer she had encounter earlier.
"We extracted him from Fang's organization. He kept watch over you all these years and you didn't even know. I didn't even know. That is until a couple of months ago. I knew he was alive but I didn't know he was this close to you all this time. Anyway, he's in a private medical facility treating his wounded leg." Nadeshiko smiled sympathetically.
"So, what are you? CIA, FBI, NSA, some other group?" Sakura spat out angrily.
"I'm not part of any organization. I work alone. I used to be part of the CIA but I've broken away."
"Why?"
"Because they wouldn't let me go find you again." Nadeshiko looked at Sakura with sad eyes.
"Why not?"
"It started when I married your father. I was already a CIA agent but he didn't know. That was one part of me that stayed hidden. I know. I should have told but I couldn't. Member all those times I had to go to the doctor's office or the market? They weren't regular outings. They were meetings for me to explain my progress with the Kinomoto case. Since I was living in Tokyo then, the CIA had a specialist fly in every few weeks to check up on me. When I married your father, it was love, but I'm sorry to say it was partly a mission as well. There were times when I imagined that I was a normal housewife to two wonderful children and a loving husband but I knew it was a lie. The CIA wanted me to keep tabs on Fujitaka and his archaeological finds. He was well known and everyone guessed that he'd be the one to find the blue stone. I know you remember it.
That blue stone was the key to capturing Fang's growing terrorist organization. Fang had a thing with collectibles. Majority of his fast-growing army was very religious. They were the kind of people to believe legends and myths. The blue stone your father found was told to control the weather. Fang knew if he acquired the stone, he'd have trust and faith from his followers. Of course, he knew that the stone was no magical object, but he also knew that it would be worth millions on the black market to private collectors.
We never succeeded. Finally, seeing that your father wasn't going to find the stone, the CIA made me part. I refused but they said they needed me for another missions abroad. Refusal was something they wouldn't take. They threatened. I had to comply. So I faked my death and left. I couldn't tell your father or he'd have died. One thing I've learned was that whatever the cause may be that you work for, good or bad, blackmail is your best friend.
Anyway, even after I left, I kept tabs on your father. I may have not been there but I still cared. It was only a year right before your father discovered the stone that they made me pull out of your father's case. They said that there was no point. They were wrong. When your father found the stone, Fang was immediately notified. When you went to Colombia with him, you should have left but Fang got to you first. Your father stayed longer because someone had phoned him saying his expertise would be helpful to the local museum. It was Fang's ploy to make your father take a certain route to get to the museum. When he was killed between a crossfire, it was intentional. Fang thought it best for your father's death to look like an accident. With the brutal fights between different terrorist forces, anything was possible. Anyway, after Fujitaka died, I broke away from the CIA. Those blundering fools. Anyhow, my only motive now is revenge and to take back my children." Nadeshiko took a breath and watched for any reactions.
"Didn't the CIA do anything when you broke away?" Sakura questioned curiously.
"Yes. They tried to stop me and even threatened, but that wasn't enough to stop me. I guess you can say I sort of disappeared off the face of the earth. If there's one thing about me that supremes over all my skills, it's covering my tracks. They tried to find me after I disappeared but one thing they didn't realize was that all the while I was working under the CIA and going on missions, I was able to make powerful connections all over the world. I had many allies that helped me disappear…"
Sakura thought for a moment. "How'd you get Li Syaroan into this?"
"Well, I knew that Agent Li already knew you. So I sent Mr. Hiragizawa to give Li a call about the info about Fujitaka's death and how it wasn't an accident. The CIA had covered up that file because they knew if something bad happened, like what's going on right now, that the fingers would point to them. Well, Agent Li and I had an agreement. I had him send you the disk, which he uncovered from the closed case files.
We had to make it look like a kidnap, love. We knew you'd go for a public place where the disk couldn't possibly do any type of damage. And I knew you wouldn't come willingly."
Sakura's face was calm and blank. She couldn't, shouldn't, express anything.
"What happened to the stone?"
"As Fang predicted, it greatly furthered his organization and the rest is history."
Sakura was silent for a few seconds. "I have nothing else to ask of. I know enough."
"In that case, get dressed and come down stairs." Nadeshiko ordered.
"Why?" Sakura was confused.
Nadeshiko got up and walked over to the closet. She opened the door and pulled out a dress. She threw the outfit onto the bed. "You have a dinner guest. Get changed and come down." She smiled and swiftly walked out of the room.
Maybe if you were acquainted with the right people, you'll remember and come back…
Sakura was quiet with thoughts. She made her way to the bed and picked up the dress. She fingered the forest green silk material. Interesting…
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Tomoyo sat quietly off in a corner. She scanned the empty room. She drank a glass of champagne that was in her hand and looked around at her surroundings. She tensed up when she noticed Eriol walking towards.
"Miss Daidouji, are you all right?" He smiled his gorgeous smile.
"Oh I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I was just a bit bored since no one's really here." Tomoyo answered embarrassed.
"Oh, that will all change soon as the hostess gets here. And no one else will be coming. You're the only guest other than Syaoran Li. I believe you know him from your work."
"Oh yes. I'm really curious what this is about. If Mr. Li's here, I guess I wasn't mailed an invitation by some psycho." Tomoyo smiled as Eriol laughed.
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Sakura looked over herself in the full-length mirror at the corner of the large room. Her hair was still short and dark blue. The color of her eyes and the dress went well together but her hair seemed out of place. Why am I doing this? And she can't tell me what to do. I lost a mother. I don't have a mother. Sakura smirked into the mirror and started to strip off the dress. Let's give this rebellious teenage years thing a try.
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Nadeshiko came down the stairs and made her way to the room where her guest was awaiting. She turned to the corner where Tomoyo and Eriol was and made her way there. As she strolled towards them, Eriol looked up at her.
"Tomoyo? Is that you?" She smiled.
"Y-yes?" Tomoyo got up, confused. The stranger gave her a hug.
"My mistake. You must not know who I am. Who would? I guess it's time to explain what has been going on. Sit down love, you'll need to." Nadeshiko pulled Tomoyo back down and sat down next to her.
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Sakura was back in her street clothes. She put on her jacket and walked out of the room with a satisfied grin.
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When she was walking down the hall she ran into a tall figure. Sakura fumbled backwards a few steps but regained her balance.
"Hey watch it!" Sakura growled not realizing who it was.
"It's about time you came out. Everyone's waiting." Syaoran replied in a bored tone.
"You! What do you want?" Sakura was now mad. The last person she needed to see was this man.
"Lets not go at each other's throats. Your mother wants you down stairs. And what are you wearing?" He looked her over.
"First off, you're right for once, lets not get into another fight. Two, I don't have a mother, and three, do I look like I care about what you think of my outfit?" Sakura snapped. She walked past him in a fury. She was suddenly held back when a hand had grabbed her wrist. She spun around and glared into his eyes. "Let go you fool." Sakura's expression turned from an angry one to a manacing one. "So now you want to play with the slut, now is it?" Sakura's lips curved into a smirk. She knew this was the way to get him to let go. To her surprise, he didn't let go. Something was different.
Syaoran gave a small laugh. "Didn't I tell you, I learn from experience, and currently I've had enough experience of you. And no, I don't want to play. I don't play with children." He emphasized the last word with a smirk. He felt Sakura shake a tiny bit with anger. When he heard nothing from her, he just laughed. "You aren't the only one that can hit someone with words."
Sakura ripped her wrist out of his grip with a glare. "Apparently not. Well, no pun taken. As much as I may seem like a child to you, you still want me." She smiled and started walking again. Syaoran just silently stood there. Just when he was about to get to her, she managed to pull something over him every time.
Sakura walked down the stairs and followed sound of two people talking. When she entered, her mother and someone else looked at her. She took a glass of champagne from a tray on the table on her way. She took a sip and found her mother sitting with a familiar woman. Sakura stopped in her tracks. What the…
Nadeshiko broke away from her conversation and looked up. Seeing Sakura not in the dress really didn't matter. She smiled at the thought of her daughter trying to annoy her. It's not going to be that easy.
"Sakura, how nice of you to finally join us. As you know, this is Tomoyo Daidouji." Nade (I'm going to use Nade instead of Nadeshiko. It's too long. Haha…) smiled.
Sakura was taken back by the sudden hug Tomoyo gave her. She knew why but she chose not to understand. Sakura pushed Tomoyo away who was on the verge of tears.
"What are you doing?" Sakura snapped in a collected tone.
"Sakura…" Tomoyo was hurt and confused. "Don't you remember me? I was your best friend!"
"Key word here, WAS. I may have the same name and be the same person, but that doesn't mean I am who I was long ago. I'm sorry, but the Sakura Kinomoto you're looking for is dead." Sakura's eyes were cold with anger and sadness.
"But…" Tears were running down Tomoyo's soft cheeks.
Sakura ignored the fact that she had just made her best friend cry and that the whole room was staring. But never the less, emotion wasn't part of the game.
"You told me that you wanted your children back." Sakura looked towards Nade who still kept her composure.
"Yes."
"Well, news flash, I don't want to be a part of anything with you in it. I don't know about my brother but I don't. You left and that was it. You lost. Game over." Sakura's tone had risen. She tightened the grip on the slender glass cup. Her knuckles started to turn white from the death-grip she was giving the cup. Finally, the fine glass couldn't take the tension and shattered. The pieces exploded, leaving her hand with small cuts. Blood started to drip onto the floor. Tomoyo tensed up when she saw the blood. To her horror and surprise, Sakura started to laugh. (I know…dang…what's wrong with her?) "This isn't pain. I've suffered enough to know. It's your turn to take a spin in this crap everyone calls life." Sakura dropped the remaining pieces of the glass and walked out of the room, managing to shove Eriol who was standing near at the doorway out of the way. Her pace fastened as soon as she was out the door and in the hallway. Tears were welling up in her eyes but she wouldn't let them free. She started to run up the stairs. She needed to act fast if she wanted to escape. First, she would need to get to her room and gather her things.
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"Tomoyo, you alright?" Nade crouched down and helped Tomoyo up.
"Yes, I'm fine. I don't blame her." Tomoyo whispered.
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Sakura ran into her room and looked around for her backpack. She spotted the bag in the corner of the room and picked it up. She searched inside for the contents. Everything was there except for the disk. Sakura searched around further. She turned around when she heard that same voice.
"Are you looking for this?" Syaoran held up the disk. "I thought you didn't care. Now why would you be looking for this?"
"Give it to me." Sakura walked over to Syaoran with a glare. She tried to snatch the disk away but he pulled it away from her reach.
"Why do you want it? The last time I heard, you didn't sound like you cared at all about what Fang did." Syaoran taunted. This was not the time. Anger rapidly built inside of her. "Angry? That's a first. You always seem so composed. Not fun when you're at the wrong end of the insults, huh?" He continued to taunt her. She didn't want to admit it but he was getting to her. Whether she liked it or not.
"Give it to me you bastard. I really fucking don't care about what you have to say." Sakura's anger had finally released. It had been ages since she was able to burst out like that. With lighting agility, she snapped at his hand. When she grabbed it, his grip was firm.
The disk now connected her left hand and his right hand. Sakura flung the bag she had in her right hand at his head. Syaoran quickly blocked with his arm. Sakura's bag fell to the floor. She quickly kicked up her right leg. Syaoran caught it and threw it back. Syaoran grabbed her right hand and brought it down to the carpeted floor. He ran her hand against the carpet creating friction. (Science…the agony…haha…) Sakura winced with pain. The heat burned her cut hand.
"You'll pay for that." Sakura shouted confidently.
"Be my guest." Syaoran challenged with a smirk.
Sakura quickly freed herself from his grip. She slid her bleeding hand down the side of his face. (Can we say…EW!)
"You like blood?" Sakura asked smiling.
Sakura brought her right hand back and threw a punch at his jaw. All the while, both were tugging at the disk. Syaoran moved his head to the side, dodging the blow. Sakura's arm hooked around his neck in a displeasing position. (Yeah right. Displeasing? PU-leeze!)
"You like me that much?" Syaoran whispered in her ear. (Muahaha…I feel evil.)
"Let's try NO!" Sakura tried to pull her arm back but his free arm was around her waist. Sakura's face turned a light shade of red with anger.
"Tell me where Fang is. I know he's in town but where?" Syaoran spoke into her ear. Sakura felt his breath tickle her.
"You think I'd tell?" Sakura laughed out loud, trying to cover up the heat that was building up inside her.
"It was worth a shot." She felt him smile against her cheek. "You like to dance? I think I hear music downstairs."
"Let go of me you fool. Ugh…" Sakura wiggled. "You wouldn't want Jessie to know now? She'd be heartbroken that her fiancé's such a cheater." Sakura smiled. If she couldn't physically over power him, might as well try something else.
"It's alright, Jessie doesn't have to know."
Sakura felt panic ripple through her. Ok, so sarcasm and word fighting wasn't going to help her. But what would? She hated the fact that he was becoming immune to her charms or tactics, whatever you called it.
"What? Don't have anything else to say?" Syaoran smiled down at her.
"Actually I don't." Sakura smiled and let go of the disk. "You want the disk so much, it's yours." Sakura's left arm dropped to her side. (Wouldn't it be nasty if it like dropped to the FLOOR? hehe…) To her incredible dismay (Yeah right…hehe…), his grip around her did not falter. Her smile quickly turned into a frown. She found her body temperature rising as he leaned towards her face.
"You don't have to be this way." He whispered in her ear. His voice seemed to have changed from mocking to soothing. "Just think about the people that really love you. Like you brother…and Tomoyo…and…"
Sakura was at a loss of words. She closed her eyes at his mellow voice. She felt him trail his lips across her jaw line towards her lips. When she felt his lips brush against hers, something was driving her crazy inside. She found herself enjoying this flutter of excitement at the pit of her stomach. Her right hand ran up his arm and rested on his shoulder as their lips fully met. The pain in her right hand seemed to flee when she felt his warmth. (Aren't I the little Mush Princess? Hehe…) Finally when they pulled away, Sakura was left confused. Syaoran looked down at her with soft eyes. She reluctantly pulled away from his grasp and reached out to take the disc.
"I have to go." Sakura weakly replied. She was about to put the disc into her bag run off when she heard Syaoran speak.
"You know, if you reconsider all this, you don't have to keep running away."
Sakura spun around and looked at him. "I'm not running." She replied with an even tone.
"Are you sure of that? It looks like it." Syaoran's voice had changed back to a serious one.
"Here." Sakura threw the disc at Syaoran. It spun in the air before running into the wall. The case split in two and fell to the floor. (Lots of things breaking in this chapter.) Sakura's anger had shown itself again. She really didn't know why she was so willing and then the next second completely violent. She glared at him before running off down the hall towards the stairs.
SourPop1004: Wassup! Phew! Chapter 10 is finally done. This one took forever because I was having so many problems. I think I changed the chapter around at least 5 times. Sigh…but I'm glad it's over. Hehe…anyway, the story goes on. I hope I will be able to write in a flowing manner next chapter. Things are getting more and more complicated so wish me luck. Haha…see you guys next chapter. And thank you so much for your reviews. I have a few things I want to say before I really say good bye:
I have just finished chapter 12, and the way I ended it will make the story go on for longer. So, people, tell me if you want TSD to be 15 chapters or longer. Cause the story doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon but you never know. I might surprise myself. Anyway, please e-mail me at xxgodslight012xx@aol.com or leave it in your review. I think I'm making my own story way, WAY too complicated. Sigh… but it's so fun. Haha… anyway, my mission's trying to finish this story with: a) lots of awesome reviews and b) with an awesome story all the way through the end. Hehe… so keep reviewing cause that's my fuel. Yum yum… I still want you guys out there to read and keep in note all the suspicious details. Some people among the reviewers have an excellent sense of detective work. Hehe… and I'd love to hear everyone's opinions/suggestions/fore shadowings. ^ ^So, JA!