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*Next Morning at the gym*
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Sakura had arrived early to work today, concluding that she would never arrive early to work ever again. Due to the fact that whenever she did, something always seemed to ruin her day. Trying to relieve her stress, and bottled up anger, Sakura punched the dummy infront of her, severly beating it up.
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*45 Minutes earlier that morning*
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After handing her report to her boss, Sakura fumed out of his office. As usual her report had meant nothing to him, it was useless. He had thrown it aside telling her that he would 'take a look at it later'. She knew very well that he had given her this report to do only so that he could get her off his case, leaving him to carry on with his so called pathetic work. It was obvious that he didn't realize that she was an extremely important asset to the FBI.
Yet, because she was a woman, it made her life all the more like living hell. Not once was she ever given field work, the very reason why she became an FBI. But now she was having second thoughts. Maybe she wasn't cut out to be an FBI...maybe she would be of better use if she were to work for the CIA instead.
Fustrated, Sakura headed for the lavatory.
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*Inside the washroom*
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As Sakura bended down to turn the cold tap on, her hair fell, concealing her face. Meanwhile, two chattering women walked in, not noticing someone else was occupying the same space.
"Did you hear about the agent who got picked for that undercover case?"
"No I didn't, and what undercover case!?!"
"You mean you didn't hear about it at all?"
"I already said I didn't!...But do tell!"
"Well, apparantly, Sakura Kinomoto, you know the agent always flirting around with Li and Hiragazawa kun? Has been picked to go undercover as Ms. New Jersey, and rumor has it that she got the position by sleeping with Syaoran Li!"
"You've got to be kidding! I knew it! She was just too friendly with those two, always playing the helpless little woman! The nerve of her! Taking away our only chance at getting closer with the two most hottest men in the building!"
The lady with jet black hair, blue eyes and a slim figure, took out her rouge lipstick, and bean applying it to her pale lips. "I know what you mean, she uses her ugliness to draw sympathy from those poor blinded men!"
"What a slut!"
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Sakura had heard enough! Who were these women? And what right did they have to go on and on about her, then conclude that she was a SLUT!?! (which was obviously not true since the word virgin was written all over her)
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The two chattering women both came to an abrupt halt as they finally noticed that the very person they were insulting was standing right behind them.
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Sakura's knuckles had gone completely white from the tight fists she made with her hands. you could tell she was trying very hard to contain her anger.
*I don't care if someone insults the way I look, but to call me a SLUT!?! That's just going way too far!*
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"I'll give you five seconds to get out of my face before I beat the both of you to a bloody pulp!"
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The two women slightly stunned by Sakura's coolness quickly gathered their makeup and rushed out of the lavatory, leaving a VERY red Sakura.
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Back at the gym (present time)
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Reminded by the earlier events caused Sakura to kick the dummy in the head, missing Syaoran's head by an inch.
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"Woah, watch it there! I know you wouldn't want to ruin this million dollar face!" Syaoran said jokingly while rubbing the side of his face.
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Sakura only ignored Li and continued to beat the dummy. "Tell me, are those rumors true?"
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Syaoran walked up behind Sakura. "Don't tell me your into that gossiping stuff!? That's for people who have nothing better to do with their pathetic lives!"
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"It's nothing like that...look! are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Sakura stopped her pummeling and turned around to face Syaoran. The gym was empty, all except for the few equipment that lay scattered accross the blue mattress.
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"Hey! Before I'm able to tell you anything, you're going to have to be more specific on which rumor you want me to confirm."
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Sakura turned on the dummy again and began to use several karate techniques on it. "You know which one I'm talking about...the one where you decided to pick me to go undercover as Ms.New Jersey before even asking me!?! Which has led everyone to believe that 'I' slept with 'you' to get the position! Giving 'me' the status equivalent of a SLUT!,
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Syaoran only chuckled at Sakura's angry babbling. "How could anyone believe that 'you' of all people slept with me? I mean I don't think its even possible for a guy to get close to you without getting a black eye and verbally insulted...But don't you worry, the rumor will blow over, and before you know it, people will be like 'Sakura who?'....Besides, since when did you start caring of what people thought of you?!"
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Sakura stopped and faced Syaoran again. "You know I'm only human! It's not what people think of me that gets to me... it's the fact that ....well...the fact that they judge me based on false facts..." As this was the first time Sakura opened up to a man, she felt somewhat embarrassed and took a sudden interest in the blue mattress under her feet.
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Syaoran on the other hand looked at Sakura.
*Did she just tell me something personal without beating me up?
For the first time, Syaoran really looked at Sakura. He could tell that behind the horrible clothes she picked out, ridiculously large glasses, and cold exterior, there was a fun, intelligent and lovable woman, who would never cease to amuse him.
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Sakura feeling uncomfortable under Syaoran's gaze broke the awkward silence. "Hey...about the Ms.New Jersey thing, you know I never agreed to it!"
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Syaoran flushed by the fact that he had been staring at Sakura the whole time sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "How aobut we make a deal. Let's have a dual, a match...whatever you want to call it. If I win, then you have to agree to go undercover as Ms. New Jersey. If you win......well you get to decide whether you want to take the position or not, and whatever your choice is, I will pay you $1000 plus a trip back to Japan."
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Sakura paused at the thought of going back to her home country. "Well what are you waiting for?" Sakura said, grinning she stood in a fighting stance.
*This is going to be sooo easy, not to mention fun. An opportunity in beating Syaoran up then getting awarded doesn't just present itself very often! Be prepared Li, cuz I'm going to make you cry like a girl!*
*Syaoran's POV*
*I'm not going to let her win so easily! All those times she beat me up HA! Who could have guessed, but I LET HER BEAT ME UP! (sure sure Syaoran, whatever you say! ^^)*
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*Sakura's POV*
*You're going down Syaoran Li! I'll teach you and the rest of your snot headed, self centered species how a man's ego can seriously drive a woman to kick their ASS!*
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To be continued.
oooooooo Whats going to happen? Who will win and who will do some serious ass kicking?
PLEASE R&R MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY!!!!
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*Very short preview of the next chapter*
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Everytime he leaned in closer, her scent of sweet flowers got stronger. It was dangerous, the smell was intoxicating and it was blurring all his senses...
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Plz r&r!!!!