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Author's note: Mmm, well it's Spring and there are tons of thunderstorms here. Today I was held at school for an extra 40 minutes just because there was a tornado warning. O_o. So yea. I haven't exactly had a lot of access to the computer. And right now, the DSL is down. So I'm writing this offline and I guess I'll just post it later. ^-~ At least I'll have time to continue both stories, eh?
Well the first chapter wasn't that great, I know, but I just wanted to get a couple of my thoughts down, you know. Lie the basis of the story. You know, the boring part of writing. ^-~ I'm sorry, I'll try to make this chapter slightly better.
Thanks Azi for responding!
****
The two were hustled into the weapons room. Sakura smiled. This was her favorite room. It was like an agent's toy factory.
Eriol Hiiragizawa poked his head out from his huge utility closet when he heard the door shut. He smiled upon seeing Sakura. Wiping his hands clean with a rag, he stepped out to greet the two agents.
"How are you Sakura? This must be your fifth mission this month. They sure are working your butt, eh?" he asked, teasing her.
Sakura laughed and shook her head. "Bradley says he's cracking down on my tardiness."
Eriol winked. "Is it working?"
Sakura shook her head, blushing slightly. "Old habits die hard," she mumbled.
Eriol laughed, about to reply, when there was an impatient grunt from Sakura's left. Turning, she glared at Syaoran. He looked at her calmly.
"Can you both not socialize on your own time?"
Eriol laughed. "I'm sorry, man. Sakura and I are just really close."
Sakura glared at Syaoran. "If you weren't so cold, you might understand."
Syaoran leaned casually against the wall. "I understand we need our weapons. I understand we're on a serious mission. I understand the WPO thinks you can't handle it without me. Most of all, though, I'm starting to understand why."
Sakura's gaze turned into a death glare. Thousands of cruel words tried to find their way through Sakura's mouth, coming out as nothing but an incoherent sound. Turning so as not to see Syaoran's triumphant gaze, she faced Eriol.
Face as hard as a statue, she spoke. "What did the WPO give us this time?"
Eriol smiled, feeling the tension lower slightly. He reached under a table and came up with two packages. Upon closer investigation, Sakura noticed their names labeled clearly on each package. He reached out and handed both agents their package, watching eagerly for them to open it.
Sakura smiled inside. 'Something in here Eriol must have made.'
Sakura tore the tape off the top, revealing inside a new .45, a purse, a pen, and a packet of gum.
She pulled out the .45 and fingered it carefully, checking that there were no bullets before pressing the trigger. She smiled. Eriol knew her choices down to the weight of the gun. She pocketed in her holster and carefully inspected the remaining three toys.
Scanning the purse carefully, she found a tape recorder hidden inside. A flap revealed a hidden pocket to conceal a knife. There were two camaflouged buttons on the top of the purse. She smiled, seeing the credit card the agency had provided.
Picking up the pen and the packet of gum, she was met by bewilderment. She found a small button on top of the pen, but the packet of gum revealed nothing.
She glanced over at Syoaran and noticed his stack. Scanning through them quickly, she found a new wallet, a new .22, and a key. She found slight triumph in her pile being larger than her partner's.
Finally she returned her eyes to Eriol. He smiled, catching her glance.
"Done examining, are you?"
Sakura smiled; Syaoran grunted.
"Let's see. . . I hope you find your guns to your liking. As for your purse and wallet, they are both basically the same. Both have a tape recorder encased inside and a hidden pocket to hold a knife. The button on the left will start the tape recorder. The one on the right triggers a scrambler to scramble the signal of the metal detector, allowing you to pass through undetected. The effects will wear off within thirty seconds.
"As for the pen, can you see this button? Pressing the button will reveal a small blade. Merely press it again to close it."
He picked up the packet of gum and carefully removed a single stick of gum. Unwrapping it, he revealed a small mechanical device.
"This is a tracker. Pull it out of the wrapper and plant it on your target. The wrapper will keep a simple grid so you can follow the bug easily," he said, motioning to the wrapper. Sakura smiled, waiting for the inevitable. "It's my own invention," he added.
Blushing slightly, he motioned towards Syaoran's key. "This is perhaps one of the most important of your tools. Inside the key is acid, melting any lock instantly on contact. All you have to do is insert the key inside a lock and turn it. The acid will be injected discreetly."
The two handled their weapons for another minute before Eriol gasped. "I almost forgot!"
He turned and Sakura heard him rummaging around for something. Curiously, she looked over the table. She watched as he pulled out what looked like a jewelry box. He opened them to reveal two identical rings. He held one up for both to see, then placed the first on his finger, holding the other within his other hand.
"As you are partners, I found it necessary to unite you in some way. These rings will allow you to be connected always. If you are in trouble, all you have to do is squeeze the band with your fingers."
Eriol demonstrated. Sakura watched as the other ring set off a small electric impulse. "Your partner will receive this and know you are in trouble. The ring can also be a tracker, although it is not the most efficient. The closer you get to your partner, the warmer it gets."
Eriol blushed. "It was not of my own making."
Sakura laughed. Eriol's blush deepened. He coughed and looked around his room quickly.
"I suppose that's it. There should be a cab waiting to take you to home and then to the airport. I hope you have a good mission."
Syaoran mumbled some small courtesy and left quickly. Sakura headed toward the door. Opening the door, she turned. "What time should I tell Tomoyo to expect you for dinner?"
Eriol looked up quickly and smiled. "Around seven?"
Sakura nodded and closed the door.
****
The cab pulled up before Sakura's apartment. She stepped out of the door and ran up the stairs. Rushing inside, she headed straight for her room.
Grabbing her duffel bag, she began shoving clothes inside. A purple head popped in.
"On a mission again, are you Sakura?"
Sakura shot a brief smile her way. "Yes."
Tomoyo walked over to her friend's bedside and started folding the clothes Sakura was shoving into the duffel bag. "When will you be back?"
"I have no idea. But the WPO actually assigned me a partner!!"
Tomoyo smiled. "Is he nice?"
"No! He's the most cold-hearted, rude, annoying person I've ever met. And now I have to work with him." Sakura paused in her packing, seething.
Calming herself, she spoke again. "Eriol said he would be over around seven."
Tomoyo smiled happily.
"He still hasn't popped the question yet, has he, Tomoyo?" she asked curiously.
Tomoyo blushed. "Not yet, but tonight may be the night."
"Four years is a long to be dating. . ."
Tomoyo smiled again. "Not when you're with someone you love."
Sakura nodded.
'I wouldn't know about that. . ."
Sakura heard a loud honk, bringing her back to the future. She hurriedly threw the rest of her clothes in, snatching everything up and running out the door.
"I'll see you soon, Tomoyo!" she shouted over her shoulder.
****
Syaoran scowled and checked his watch for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
'Where is that girl?'
He sighed. He should have known better than to expect punctuality from that girl. After all, their original meeting had been caused by it. His impatience was growing.
'Pretty women always seem to think they are better than everyone. She can be no different.'
Begrudgingly, he admitted she was blessed by her looks.
'Something had to make up for her tardiness,' he thought bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran. There was a lot of traffic."
The voice broke through his private thoughts. He jumped slightly, cursing himself for letting such an unprofessional agent sneak up on him. He only prayed she had not noticed.
Her amused eyes told him his prayers had not been answered. Sighing, he picked up one of her bags and walked towards the line. She thanked him for his assistance and followed.
****
Sakura slumped farther in the seat, listening to her headphones and nearly falling asleep. She heard the disapproving grunt from her partner. She slumped even farther in the seat.
She lasted another thirty minutes before boredom had taken over. Needing to stretch her legs, she excused herself to the bathroom. Along the way she tripped over someone's carry-on.
Cursing to herself, she picked up the papers that had fallen out of the carry-on, apologizing profusely.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm a bit clumsy when I've been sitting for more than three hours," she said hurriedly. Frowning, she noticed a business card that had flown slightly farther than the rest of the stack. She picked it up and noticed the initials.
'L.C.'
No profession was given. Narrowing her eyes, she handed it back to the man.
"By all means, don't apologize. It was in the aisle. No harm is done."
Sakura looked up and was caught off guard by the brilliant blue eyes that greeted her. A handsome face surrounded them, capped by dark brown hair. It looked almost as soft as Syaoran's.
She held out the business card to the man in a dreamlike state. He took it, pocketing it quickly.
Sakura smiled and stood and turned, sad to leave. His voice called her back.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let such a beauty escape without knowing her name," he said, smiling charmingly.
Sakura blushed and practically melted on the spot. "Sakura," she answered, not bothering to make up an alias.
His eyes widened slightly upon hearing her name, but it was so quick Sakura couldn't be sure it happened at all.
"And your name?"
He didn't pause. "Lian."
Sakura smiled, processing his name within her brain. She felt someone's glance. Syaoran was glaring at her. She watched as his eyes took in Lian and became confused when she noticed his eyes get wide in recognition.
She was so intent on Syaoran she didn't see the glint of metal behind held against her back. She didn't see the meaningful glance being shared between the two. She even missed Lian wink at Syaoran. By the time she had whirled around to face Lian, all this had passed between the two.
Abruptly, Lian stood. "I must check on a friend. I hope to see you before the flight lands."
Dazed, Sakura watched his form. Standing, she walked to the bathroom, slightly disappointed he had left.
When she returned to her seat, Syaoran wasn't there. Sighing, she slumped into her usual position, this time falling asleep with visions of Lian flowing freely throughout them.
****
She woke to a loud noise. Sleepily, she heard the announcement. The plane was landing. Still groggy, she shot a glance to Syaoran's empty seat. Suddenly awake, she peered over her seat, looking for her partner. Hurriedly, she unbuckled herself and stood up, looking for him. An attendant asked her to be seated.
"I can't find my husband," she said, trying not to draw more attention.
The attendant assured her again, asking her to be seated again when Syaoran appeared. Sakura blushed at his obvious amusement. The two sat down, Sakura carefully avoiding his glance.
"Couldn't stand being alone, Sakura?" he asked, teasing her.
Sakura blushed and turned, ignoring him. She looked back, scanning hopefully for Lian. He was concentrating on something else. Sighing in disappointment, she snatched her purse, preparing herself to leave the plane.
****
The passengers were all now disembarking and Sakura had successfully ignored Syaoran. She waited until an elderly couple had passed her before she stood. A familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Syaoran, how nice to see you again." Sakura's jaw dropped slightly.
Syaoran ignored the man, once again seeing the glint of metal that Sakura was so unaware of.
"And hello to you too, Sakura." Sakura turned her starry eyes back to face Lian. He quickly passed her a piece of paper. "I must be leaving, I have a meeting to attend, but my phone number is on that paper. Once you get settled in China, you must meet me for dinner."
Sakura smiled and watched his form. Syaoran's curse brought her out of her reverie. Glaring at him, she looked down at the paper, making sure there was a number there.
A message was scribbled above the number. 'Nice to have met you, Sakura. I know we shall meet again.' Underneath there was a signature. Sakura dropped the paper.
'-Li Chang'
Author's Second Note: ^-^ Heh heh, this was a long chapter, the longest I've ever written, lol. I hope you guys enjoy it. The story should get a lot more interesting soon. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed it.
Author's note: Mmm, well it's Spring and there are tons of thunderstorms here. Today I was held at school for an extra 40 minutes just because there was a tornado warning. O_o. So yea. I haven't exactly had a lot of access to the computer. And right now, the DSL is down. So I'm writing this offline and I guess I'll just post it later. ^-~ At least I'll have time to continue both stories, eh?
Well the first chapter wasn't that great, I know, but I just wanted to get a couple of my thoughts down, you know. Lie the basis of the story. You know, the boring part of writing. ^-~ I'm sorry, I'll try to make this chapter slightly better.
Thanks Azi for responding!
****
The two were hustled into the weapons room. Sakura smiled. This was her favorite room. It was like an agent's toy factory.
Eriol Hiiragizawa poked his head out from his huge utility closet when he heard the door shut. He smiled upon seeing Sakura. Wiping his hands clean with a rag, he stepped out to greet the two agents.
"How are you Sakura? This must be your fifth mission this month. They sure are working your butt, eh?" he asked, teasing her.
Sakura laughed and shook her head. "Bradley says he's cracking down on my tardiness."
Eriol winked. "Is it working?"
Sakura shook her head, blushing slightly. "Old habits die hard," she mumbled.
Eriol laughed, about to reply, when there was an impatient grunt from Sakura's left. Turning, she glared at Syaoran. He looked at her calmly.
"Can you both not socialize on your own time?"
Eriol laughed. "I'm sorry, man. Sakura and I are just really close."
Sakura glared at Syaoran. "If you weren't so cold, you might understand."
Syaoran leaned casually against the wall. "I understand we need our weapons. I understand we're on a serious mission. I understand the WPO thinks you can't handle it without me. Most of all, though, I'm starting to understand why."
Sakura's gaze turned into a death glare. Thousands of cruel words tried to find their way through Sakura's mouth, coming out as nothing but an incoherent sound. Turning so as not to see Syaoran's triumphant gaze, she faced Eriol.
Face as hard as a statue, she spoke. "What did the WPO give us this time?"
Eriol smiled, feeling the tension lower slightly. He reached under a table and came up with two packages. Upon closer investigation, Sakura noticed their names labeled clearly on each package. He reached out and handed both agents their package, watching eagerly for them to open it.
Sakura smiled inside. 'Something in here Eriol must have made.'
Sakura tore the tape off the top, revealing inside a new .45, a purse, a pen, and a packet of gum.
She pulled out the .45 and fingered it carefully, checking that there were no bullets before pressing the trigger. She smiled. Eriol knew her choices down to the weight of the gun. She pocketed in her holster and carefully inspected the remaining three toys.
Scanning the purse carefully, she found a tape recorder hidden inside. A flap revealed a hidden pocket to conceal a knife. There were two camaflouged buttons on the top of the purse. She smiled, seeing the credit card the agency had provided.
Picking up the pen and the packet of gum, she was met by bewilderment. She found a small button on top of the pen, but the packet of gum revealed nothing.
She glanced over at Syoaran and noticed his stack. Scanning through them quickly, she found a new wallet, a new .22, and a key. She found slight triumph in her pile being larger than her partner's.
Finally she returned her eyes to Eriol. He smiled, catching her glance.
"Done examining, are you?"
Sakura smiled; Syaoran grunted.
"Let's see. . . I hope you find your guns to your liking. As for your purse and wallet, they are both basically the same. Both have a tape recorder encased inside and a hidden pocket to hold a knife. The button on the left will start the tape recorder. The one on the right triggers a scrambler to scramble the signal of the metal detector, allowing you to pass through undetected. The effects will wear off within thirty seconds.
"As for the pen, can you see this button? Pressing the button will reveal a small blade. Merely press it again to close it."
He picked up the packet of gum and carefully removed a single stick of gum. Unwrapping it, he revealed a small mechanical device.
"This is a tracker. Pull it out of the wrapper and plant it on your target. The wrapper will keep a simple grid so you can follow the bug easily," he said, motioning to the wrapper. Sakura smiled, waiting for the inevitable. "It's my own invention," he added.
Blushing slightly, he motioned towards Syaoran's key. "This is perhaps one of the most important of your tools. Inside the key is acid, melting any lock instantly on contact. All you have to do is insert the key inside a lock and turn it. The acid will be injected discreetly."
The two handled their weapons for another minute before Eriol gasped. "I almost forgot!"
He turned and Sakura heard him rummaging around for something. Curiously, she looked over the table. She watched as he pulled out what looked like a jewelry box. He opened them to reveal two identical rings. He held one up for both to see, then placed the first on his finger, holding the other within his other hand.
"As you are partners, I found it necessary to unite you in some way. These rings will allow you to be connected always. If you are in trouble, all you have to do is squeeze the band with your fingers."
Eriol demonstrated. Sakura watched as the other ring set off a small electric impulse. "Your partner will receive this and know you are in trouble. The ring can also be a tracker, although it is not the most efficient. The closer you get to your partner, the warmer it gets."
Eriol blushed. "It was not of my own making."
Sakura laughed. Eriol's blush deepened. He coughed and looked around his room quickly.
"I suppose that's it. There should be a cab waiting to take you to home and then to the airport. I hope you have a good mission."
Syaoran mumbled some small courtesy and left quickly. Sakura headed toward the door. Opening the door, she turned. "What time should I tell Tomoyo to expect you for dinner?"
Eriol looked up quickly and smiled. "Around seven?"
Sakura nodded and closed the door.
****
The cab pulled up before Sakura's apartment. She stepped out of the door and ran up the stairs. Rushing inside, she headed straight for her room.
Grabbing her duffel bag, she began shoving clothes inside. A purple head popped in.
"On a mission again, are you Sakura?"
Sakura shot a brief smile her way. "Yes."
Tomoyo walked over to her friend's bedside and started folding the clothes Sakura was shoving into the duffel bag. "When will you be back?"
"I have no idea. But the WPO actually assigned me a partner!!"
Tomoyo smiled. "Is he nice?"
"No! He's the most cold-hearted, rude, annoying person I've ever met. And now I have to work with him." Sakura paused in her packing, seething.
Calming herself, she spoke again. "Eriol said he would be over around seven."
Tomoyo smiled happily.
"He still hasn't popped the question yet, has he, Tomoyo?" she asked curiously.
Tomoyo blushed. "Not yet, but tonight may be the night."
"Four years is a long to be dating. . ."
Tomoyo smiled again. "Not when you're with someone you love."
Sakura nodded.
'I wouldn't know about that. . ."
Sakura heard a loud honk, bringing her back to the future. She hurriedly threw the rest of her clothes in, snatching everything up and running out the door.
"I'll see you soon, Tomoyo!" she shouted over her shoulder.
****
Syaoran scowled and checked his watch for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
'Where is that girl?'
He sighed. He should have known better than to expect punctuality from that girl. After all, their original meeting had been caused by it. His impatience was growing.
'Pretty women always seem to think they are better than everyone. She can be no different.'
Begrudgingly, he admitted she was blessed by her looks.
'Something had to make up for her tardiness,' he thought bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran. There was a lot of traffic."
The voice broke through his private thoughts. He jumped slightly, cursing himself for letting such an unprofessional agent sneak up on him. He only prayed she had not noticed.
Her amused eyes told him his prayers had not been answered. Sighing, he picked up one of her bags and walked towards the line. She thanked him for his assistance and followed.
****
Sakura slumped farther in the seat, listening to her headphones and nearly falling asleep. She heard the disapproving grunt from her partner. She slumped even farther in the seat.
She lasted another thirty minutes before boredom had taken over. Needing to stretch her legs, she excused herself to the bathroom. Along the way she tripped over someone's carry-on.
Cursing to herself, she picked up the papers that had fallen out of the carry-on, apologizing profusely.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm a bit clumsy when I've been sitting for more than three hours," she said hurriedly. Frowning, she noticed a business card that had flown slightly farther than the rest of the stack. She picked it up and noticed the initials.
'L.C.'
No profession was given. Narrowing her eyes, she handed it back to the man.
"By all means, don't apologize. It was in the aisle. No harm is done."
Sakura looked up and was caught off guard by the brilliant blue eyes that greeted her. A handsome face surrounded them, capped by dark brown hair. It looked almost as soft as Syaoran's.
She held out the business card to the man in a dreamlike state. He took it, pocketing it quickly.
Sakura smiled and stood and turned, sad to leave. His voice called her back.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let such a beauty escape without knowing her name," he said, smiling charmingly.
Sakura blushed and practically melted on the spot. "Sakura," she answered, not bothering to make up an alias.
His eyes widened slightly upon hearing her name, but it was so quick Sakura couldn't be sure it happened at all.
"And your name?"
He didn't pause. "Lian."
Sakura smiled, processing his name within her brain. She felt someone's glance. Syaoran was glaring at her. She watched as his eyes took in Lian and became confused when she noticed his eyes get wide in recognition.
She was so intent on Syaoran she didn't see the glint of metal behind held against her back. She didn't see the meaningful glance being shared between the two. She even missed Lian wink at Syaoran. By the time she had whirled around to face Lian, all this had passed between the two.
Abruptly, Lian stood. "I must check on a friend. I hope to see you before the flight lands."
Dazed, Sakura watched his form. Standing, she walked to the bathroom, slightly disappointed he had left.
When she returned to her seat, Syaoran wasn't there. Sighing, she slumped into her usual position, this time falling asleep with visions of Lian flowing freely throughout them.
****
She woke to a loud noise. Sleepily, she heard the announcement. The plane was landing. Still groggy, she shot a glance to Syaoran's empty seat. Suddenly awake, she peered over her seat, looking for her partner. Hurriedly, she unbuckled herself and stood up, looking for him. An attendant asked her to be seated.
"I can't find my husband," she said, trying not to draw more attention.
The attendant assured her again, asking her to be seated again when Syaoran appeared. Sakura blushed at his obvious amusement. The two sat down, Sakura carefully avoiding his glance.
"Couldn't stand being alone, Sakura?" he asked, teasing her.
Sakura blushed and turned, ignoring him. She looked back, scanning hopefully for Lian. He was concentrating on something else. Sighing in disappointment, she snatched her purse, preparing herself to leave the plane.
****
The passengers were all now disembarking and Sakura had successfully ignored Syaoran. She waited until an elderly couple had passed her before she stood. A familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Syaoran, how nice to see you again." Sakura's jaw dropped slightly.
Syaoran ignored the man, once again seeing the glint of metal that Sakura was so unaware of.
"And hello to you too, Sakura." Sakura turned her starry eyes back to face Lian. He quickly passed her a piece of paper. "I must be leaving, I have a meeting to attend, but my phone number is on that paper. Once you get settled in China, you must meet me for dinner."
Sakura smiled and watched his form. Syaoran's curse brought her out of her reverie. Glaring at him, she looked down at the paper, making sure there was a number there.
A message was scribbled above the number. 'Nice to have met you, Sakura. I know we shall meet again.' Underneath there was a signature. Sakura dropped the paper.
'-Li Chang'
Author's Second Note: ^-^ Heh heh, this was a long chapter, the longest I've ever written, lol. I hope you guys enjoy it. The story should get a lot more interesting soon. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed it.
