Geo: Hey people! So...show of hands...how many people thought that was the END of the story? Huh? Huh? Oh, come on, don't be shy...
Well, you know what?! It WASN'T! That's right folks! IT'S NOT THE END! THERE'S STILL A LOT LEFT TO GO!
Brooklyn: *sigh* WHY DON'T YOU JUST END IT!?
Geo: Hey, shut up! Anyways, yes. On to the disclaimer, Brooklyn!
Brooklyn: Look, Geo...I'm cranky. I'm sunburned...I'm taking the day off. *Brooklyn leaves computer room*
Geo: Hey! What the heck!? *frowns in deep thought* Can muses even get sunburned...? Why that little {censored} Argh! Damn this censor! Sigh...anyways... Here's something I got from a tv show...it's funny! Tee hee! Anyways, here we go!
President-president-bo-besident-banana-fana-fo-fesident-me-my-mo-mesident...I'M THE PRESIDENT! However, I do not own CCS in any shape or form...
That was strange...anyways, on to the sixth chapter!
chapter six
becoming the enemy
"I still can't believe that you called a cease-fire." Eriol grumbled as the three young men trekked up the stairs to Eriol's apartment, where there was a computer that could log on and contact the main base.
"Yours is not to question, yours is simply to obey." Syaoran grumbled as Eriol opened the door and logged onto the basic main frame.
"So, what are we going to tell them? 'Oh, Syaoran, one of the best in the agency, decided to let his sanity slip and fell in love with Sakura Kinomoto, one of our most dangerous rivals.'" Yamazaki laughed as he headed straight for the refrigerator.
"We aren't saying anything. We're just going to say that we can't get the password. They'll understand. Sakura is the toughest spy out there." Syaoran replied, watching Eriol check the in-box. Like always, the boss was ready for their report.
"Ah, I see that our most elite team has not surrendered yet to Sakura's disastrous fate." The boss said, smiling.
"Yeah...right..." Yamazaki muttered, but was soon shut up by Syaoran's 'if looks could kill' glare.
"Yes. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to get the information. She's a hard nut to crack." Eriol replied, feeling lucky that they were in front of the boss and Syaoran couldn't so much as punch him for the last remark. The boss, in the meantime, frowned.
"That's too bad. Perhaps you need reinforcements." Syaoran shook his head.
"No need, sir. I believe we're capable...very capable." Syaoran could not let any of the others get near Sakura, for they wouldn't stop and think if they loved her or not.
"Well, we'll see. Report back in a week's time. Dismissed." With that, the screen went blank and the boys breathed a sigh of relief.
"Man, I still don't know we're going to pull this one off." Yamazaki said, plopping down on the couch, taking his gun out of his holster.
"Shut up, Yamazaki, and make yourself helpful. Find out about our favourite terrorist group and see what they're up to. They haven't been doing anything for quite a while." Syaoran ordered, walking towards the door. Yamazaki groaned.
"We haven't even finished this assignment yet and we're checking up on another one?" Syaoran glared at him
"As far as we're concerned, this mission is over. Don't ever forget that." Yamazaki sighed as Eriol looked up from the cup of coffee he was making.
"Where are you going now, Syaoran?" Yamazaki chuckled.
"To see Ms. She's-Going-To-Get-Us-All-Killed herself." At Syaoran's second glare for the day, Yamazaki started muttering incoherently.
"Syaoran, listen, I don't know..." Eriol started but Syaoran shrugged.
"Don't worry. Everything will work out." With that, he walked out of his door. Yamazaki shook his head.
"He's going to get us all killed."
~*~*~*~*~
Sakura smiled as she saw the familiar tall figure walking through the skate park, talking to Andrew (A/n: Remember him, the skater dude?) He smiled back as he saw Sakura. With a wave, he hurried over to her. Placing a quick kiss on his cheek, she took his hand and said, "What say we go to a cafe?" Syaoran smiled.
"Sure. Why not. As if I need any more caffeine, huh?" Sakura laughed as she picked a nice little cafe near the park.
Sakura ordered a hot chocolate while Syaoran ordered an iced tea. Syaoran laughed as the waiter walked away.
"How can you have hot chocolate at," he checked his watch, "2:30 in the afternoon. In the summer." Sakura shrugged.
"Hot chocolate is good all year round." Syaoran rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile that appeared.
~*~*~*~*~
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Sakura asked as she finished her hot chocolate. Syaoran nodded and pulled out his wallet. However, Sakura was quicker, pulling some money from her purse.
"No you don't. You've paid for the bills ever since we met each other. I'll pay for this one." She said.
"No way, Sakura. I'm paying..." She laughed at his serious look.
"Don't let it hurt your macho pride, Syaoran. I'm paying for this bill, all right?" Before Syaoran had time to argue, she handed the waiter the bills and stood up. Syaoran put the money back into his, muttering incoherently. Frowning, he followed Sakura down to the park.
"I had it covered, Sakura..." He said as she took his hand.
"It's over, Syaoran. Forget about it." She said, laughing blithely. She had almost forgotten what happened yesterday. Almost. Looking up at Syaoran's handsome face, now calmed down about the whole 'macho pride' incident, she felt lucky to have someone like him. She sighed, remembering the conversation she and Tomoyo had earlier that morning.
~*~*~flashback~*~*~
"I still can't believe that you called a cease-fire!" Tomoyo raged as Sakura dropped by for a friendly visit.
"I had to, Tomoyo. I told you. I love Syaoran." Tomoyo scoffed.
"Love? What does love have anything to do with it?" Sakura sighed.
"Tomoyo, when you yourself find it, you will see that it means everything in the world."
"How about everything that we worked for?" Tomoyo asked fiercely. "How about all those people in our agency who are depending on you. I don't know what happened, however I have an idea. I have an idea that perhaps Syaoran knows the password." Sakura gasped, then nodded, lowering her head.
"What are you going to do about it, Sakura?"
"I'm going to make sure we stay alive. And same with Syaoran. I'm going to...somehow..." Tomoyo sighed, plopping down on the couch. She was silent for a moment, then looked up, smiling.
"Alright, Sakura. Whatever you say. But...just don't get yourself killed."
~*~*~end flashback~*~*~
"What's the matter, Sakura?" Syaoran asked at Sakura's sigh.
"Hm? Oh, nothing." Syaoran looked at her for a moment, trying to read her thoughts. He knew that something was wrong. She was probably upset with herself for last night. Last night when a lot had been revealed.
'How can I make you trust me, Sakura? I won't ever give away the password.' He thought desperately, but squeezed her hand reassuringly. Sakura smiled back and Syaoran thought that all this would be worth it.
However, his cell rang. Grumbling, he reached into his pocket.
"This had better be good." He growled quietly.
"Yo, dude, chill out." Yamazaki said from the other line. "I just did what you told me to."
"What?" Syaoran asked, trying to rack his brain for what he may have said earlier.
"You said to check up on that local terrorist group. I did. It seems like they're trying something big for the Twin Stars Charity Ball." That got Syaoran's attention.
"Have you contacted the boss about this?"
"Can't. They seem to get some new toys. They almost tracked my signal. They've got everything under surveillance right now."
"Where are you?"
"Over at Eriol's." Syaoran looked over at Sakura.
"We can't let the terrorists know we know."
"Exactly what Eriol and I thought. So, what are we going to do?"
"We're going to team up with Sakura's team."
"What?!?! Look, I draw the line somewhere..."
"Look, we're going to need all the help we can get."
"But that's not what I meant."
"Okay, we'll meet up at Eriol's."
"What?!?" Yamazaki started but Syaoran hung up on him before he got a chance to even respond.
"Syaoran," Sakura asked warily, looking at Syaoran suspiciously. He smiled at her.
"Trust me. This has nothing to do with any of us. Call Tomoyo and tell her to meet us at your house."
"What do you mean my house, Syaoran?" He shrugged.
"Convenient enough. All of us know where it is." She sighed and tried to look angry, but failed miserably. Smiling she shook her head.
"I really wish you'd tell me when I'm going to have company."
~*~*~*~*~
Eriol glared at Tomoyo. Tomoyo glared at Eriol. Yamazaki glared at Chiharu. (A/n: She was called in by Tomoyo...yeah, that's it!) Chiharu glared at Yamazaki. A damn war had started the moment the rivals stepped into the living room.
"I don't know how you're going to pull this off." Sakura whispered to Syaoran who smiled.
"We. Not just me. We." He corrected her mockingly before turning back to the group.
"If you would pause your little game for now, we have some serious business. A terrorist group may strike the Twin Stars Charity Ball. If you don't know what that is, all I have to say is wake up!" Syaoran said, pacing and glaring at each member of his team individually.
"That's right, people. The Twin Stars Charity Ball is put on every year. Many influential individuals attend, as well as many government heads. It's usually a terrorist's paradise." Sakura continued. As the ranking officers for the teams, the two had to pull their wits together to force the others to follow them.
"I understand that." Eriol said, leaning on the armrest of the couch. "The question is how are we going to stop them? We don't know what they're planning. We have absolutely no clue, no proof..."
"That's why we're doing this alone. We're not calling in anyone. This place is our responsibility. All of ours." Syaoran stressed, glancing at everyone. "This jurisdiction is ours and we have to make sure nothing happens."
"Whatever...juris-my di-..." Yamazaki stopped his somewhat rude comment abruptly at Syaoran's icy glare.
"Anyways, Syaoran and I were thinking about this plan and we hope it suits all of you." Sakura said, smiling as she sat down with her cup of tea. Syaoran's glare turned into a small smile as he sat down beside her. Tomoyo, in spite of herself, smiled as well.
'I can't believe how those two could be in love...but, somehow, you can see it. In both their eyes.' She sighed. 'I hope I'm doing the right thing, going along with this.'
Meanwhile, Eriol was having the exact same thoughts.
'The two are so opposite, it's strange yet refreshing. I've never seen Syaoran actually smile like that. He's always been either glaring or...glaring...'
"Okay, we're going to need the genius of Eriol and Tomoyo to pull this off." Syaoran started. "They, like usual, can be base. If we have two sets of eyes, the better. Therefore nothing can be missed."
"Yamazaki and Chiharu will be there as back-ups. They will basically be mingling and interacting, and, most importantly, listening for any plans, evil laughter...you know, the works." Sakura commented, smiling.
"The key thing is to keep our eyes open and not kill each other." Syaoran said, as the two groups eyed each other warily. Syaoran sighed and ran his hand through his messy hair. "Listen to me. Stop thinking each other as rivals. You don't have to like each other. Just don't hate each other. All right. Because as of this moment we aren't rivals. So tolerate each other."
Eriol sighed and turned away from Tomoyo's pretty amethyst eyes. "Well, what about you, buddy boy? What are you and...Sakura...going to be doing?" Syaoran grinned.
"We're basically going to become the enemy."
~*~*~*~*~
"Two friggin' days. The ball is in two friggin' days. And all the tuxes are probably rented out. Damn it all, why were we forced to do the shopping?" A ticked off Yamazaki asked Chiharu.
"Because you were being annoying everyone. And I have to tag along to make sure you actually make the purchases." She said sarcastically but couldn't help laughing at her companion's antics. Yamazaki's weird sense of humor was pretty amusing.
"Why can't Syaoran do this or Sakura or..."
"Shut up, Yamazaki."
"But..."
"Shut up."
~*~*~*~*~
"Two friggin' days." Eriol murmured as he checked the mikes and volume controls for the ear pieces. Tomoyo smiled over at him from her own set of wires.
"What, you can't get your stuff ready in time? Do you need help?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet tone. Eriol cast a glare her way, then grinned evilly.
"I don't know..." Tomoyo threatened to throw her pliers at him.
"Watch it..." Eriol laughed, but sighed as he looked back at his set of wires.
"Two friggin' days."
~*~*~*~
"So, do you think they're all right?" Asked Sakura as she and Syaoran finished obtaining their fake invitations and identities.
"If they aren't charred corpses by now." He muttered, rubbing her eyes from the glare of the computer. She laughed and stretched as she stood up.
"I wouldn't worry about them. Your team follows you like...well, they follow you. They respect you." Syaoran smiled.
"They'd better, I am the ranking officer." Sakura shook her head.
"You glare at them and what not but it almost seems they don't know your soft side." She messed up his hair a bit, laughing at his mock glare. "Is it because I'm the only one who has seen it?" Syaoran sighed, pulling her beside him on his seat.
"I'm sure you probably grew up with a pretty normal life, huh? I'm sure you grew up happily with friends surrounded around you, huh?" Sakura blinked, not sure where this conversation took them.
"Yeah. Why?" Syaoran smiled sadly.
"You seem like that kind of person. However...my childhood never was like that. At a young age, my mother sent me off to train with swords. It was sort of like a family tradition. My father died. I was engaged to my cousin until I faked my death and came into the secret agent life. My whole life's a whole lie and I can't seem to be able to escape it. With you, though...with you, it's alright. My life doesn't seem as screwed up as it does before."
Sakura's eyes clouded with worry for her friend, her love. She pulled him into an embrace, trying to comfort him.
"Don't worry, Syaoran." She whispered encouragingly. "Don't worry. I'll never leave you. Nothing can separate us now. We'll find a way. I promise."
With that, he kissed her passionately all the while thanking whichever greater force that let him hold that beautiful angel in his arms.
~*~*~*~
"Syaoran, man, you look spiffy." Yamazaki said happily. Syaoran smiled, his eyebrows arched in a 'what the heck?' look but he knew perfectly well that his young friend was always excited about new missions.
"Seriously, man! I mean...dude!" Yamazaki was just jabbering now for absolutely no reason. Syaoran's smile disappeared as he gazed seriously at the young man.
"You have to stop thinking of this of a game, Yamazaki." Yamazaki laughed.
"Chill, dude. Chill." However, Syaoran's gaze turned to the young women appearing before them. Mouth open with admiration, he stared at the beautiful emerald eyed angel smiling at him. She moved gracefully towards him in the midnight blue dress. She laughed, pushing his chin up to make him close his mouth.
"Close your mouth, Syaoran or else you'll start swallowing flies." Syaoran blushed as he offered his arm.
"You look beautiful. As always." He added, getting the blush he had expecting.
"Well, don't let this get to your head but...you look absolutely dashing. No wonder you're a spy." He grinned and turned to Eriol and Tomoyo, holding their watches. They were not the usual black bulky watches that they usually wore, but the normal watches that you would wear to the office or so. Handing them over, Eriol explained how they worked.
"Unfortunately, there are less features than our usual ones. However, they have just what we need: two way communications." Eriol muttered.
"So, what are you two going to do?" Tomoyo asked, for the rest of the group never found out what Syaoran had meant when he said they would 'become the enemy.'
"We found out two people on the information side. We took their place, you could say." Eriol smiled.
"So you kidnapped them, and you're taking their places." Sakura smiled.
"Basically. And since it is a cell system, no one will know who's who. All we have to do is go in." She lifted a small card that showed the title "Thompson Corporation" or the terrorists.
"We can easily get in. All we have to do is wave these cards around in some of the known terrorist's faces."
Tomoyo smiled. "Just be careful, you two. I want you both to come back alive. Don't try anything special."
With that, Syaoran and Sakura stepped into one limo while Yamazaki and Chiharu stepped into the other.
"Here we go." Sakura muttered, holding onto Syaoran's arm. He grinned.
"Nervous?"
"Nah." Sakura shook her head. "Not while I'm here with you."
The glamorous lights of the gigantic hall where the ball was being held. It had originally been a large mansion, but renovated by the city and used from wedding receptions to government meetings.
As they stopped in front of the door, Syaoran smiled and squeezed Sakura's hand encouragingly.
"Here we go." He whispered as they stepped out of the limo into their new mission.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Geo: Phew! Finally got the chapter finished! *wipes sweat from brow*
Okay, few things: thanks to all of you who are reviewing! Your compliments, and even your suggestions for longer chapters, make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Next, sorry if I spelt the band wrong for the last song I used in the fic...heh heh...whatever.
Next, sorry if all my chapters have bad editing. I don't usually read them over because I tend to hate them and then I delete them and that's not good....*shrug* I am working on my 'Tomorrow' fic right now. However, if anyone has any suggestions, they would be appreciated! I think I know what I'm doing though...
Well, hope you people liked it!
What will happen next to Sakura and Syaoran? Will they survive this mission or will all their dreams for the future fall in a swirling heap? Find out next time!
PS: I hope you all know that I won't kill any of the main characters! That would just be a no-no.