DISCLAIMER: I don't want to say it! Don't make me say it! No! -Syaoran
waves his sword threateningly-
-UrbanCinderella sighs- Fine. I don't own CCS. -looks again at Syaoran- And peer pressure is evil.
Author's note(s): I decided to update this before I updated Rivals (my brand new story), lol, so yea. Here is Chapter Four. I'm glad you guys like it. I was pretty happy with the last chapter too. ^_^
I'm starting out this chapter with no idea what I'm going to write, so. . . it may not be very long, lol. ^-^
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Sakura flopped down on her bed, casually changing the channel with her remote. She could hear the shower running and sighed.
After the alley's excitement, they had gone out to eat. Sakura winced involuntarily as she remembered all the looks the two had received. She could hardly blame the people. The two were sitting across from each other and they said not a word. Sakura sighed again.
'I can't wait for this mission to just be over.'
The phone rang, making her jump. Calming herself quickly, she walked over and stared at the phone. A single thought pierced her mind, making her pause.
'No one knows I'm here.'
Her hand hovered near the phone and the deadly indecision taunted her figure. On the fifth ring, she snatched the phone up, pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?" she asked cheerfully.
"I got your note," came the answer.
Her blood drained and she mentally cursed. Her eyes darted around the hotel. She checked to make sure all of the doors were locked and bolted. The locks on the windows were tightened, but she cursed again when she realized the curtains were still open. She tried to force her pulse back to normal.
'You've done this many times, Sakura. Stop being so nervous,' she reprimanded herself. She suddenly realized she had been silent for too long. She heard his laughter on the other end.
"I see I make you nervous. I have that effect on women," Chang said nonchalantly. She heard laughter behind him. She was on speakerphone.
"Sorry? I was watching television. I didn't catch what you said," she lied, hoping he would bite.
He didn't. He chuckled lightly. She frowned. She hated losing battles, especially when they involved wits. Gathering her anger, she spoke again, carefully keeping her anger from her voice.
"So how did you get my room number anyway? I didn't hear any loud footsteps behind me, so I know I wasn't followed," she said, hoping to anger him.
Still, he remained untouched. "I have my secrets, Sakura," he said, his voice lowering slightly.
She forced herself to laugh lightly. "I suppose we all do."
This time he clearly went for the blow. "Mmm, yes, but some people's are easier to figure out than others." His reference to her hit home. She had to bite her tongue not to scream back. He continued anyway. "And some people aren't as good at unraveling secrets either, I guess." She was now biting her tongue so hard she tasted blood.
He laughed. "I hope I'm not angering you too much, Sakura."
Stifling her growl of anger, she spoke lightly. "Oh, of course not. I try not to take any words coming from the scum I'm arresting personally. I find that when their hands are chained, their mouth has to work doubly to make up for the lack of freedom. And sadly, we all have that freedom of speech."
He laughed again, though Sakura thought she heard a bit of anger behind it. He answered her slowly. "Well, I guess we'll have to test that theory. . . if you ever get my hands chained, agent."
She moved to sit on the bed, letting his challenge go. "What exactly are you calling about Chang?"
"Why, to invite you to dinner of course!" his voice was heavy with mock surprise. She scowled.
'He may be handsome, but he is rather annoying,' she thought.
"I just so happen to be free Wednesday. Is that good for you? I can meet you somewhere, then take us to the restaurant," he said. He quickly added another sentence. "Or I could just pick you up from your hotel room, seeing as I went to all the trouble of finding it."
She smirked. "The time is fine for me, though remind me why I'm sure my safety will be preserved?"
He laughed. She winced at the sound. "If I wanted to kill you, Sakura, you would be dead right now. Look in the mirror."
Curiosity got the best of her. She looked. What she saw made her face pale. There was a large red dot in the center of her forehead.
'A laser sight.'
She cursed, fighting the urge to duck and roll. She turned away calmly, speaking into the phone.
"And here I was thinking it was just a zit," she said slowly, using her humor.
He laughed, a much better sounding one than the last.
"I will call you tomorrow to find out about specific times, Sakura."
She nodded, knowing he would be able to see her.
He clucked his tongue. "You are smarter than you look, Sakura. Why'd you become an agent?"
She scowled. "Because I happen to like keeping people like you away from everyone else."
His tone was dangerously low when he replied. "You mean the type of guys you flirt with?" The background once again erupted into laughter.
She smiled. "What can I say? I have a kind heart. You looked like you had a problem."
He was quiet for a moment. "Oh really, and what problem would that be?"
Her smile grew. "Stupidity." Content to have the last word, she slammed the phone down. She heard the water stop running and raced to the bathroom. She knocked on the door before she started yelling.
"I just got a call from him and he said--" She was cut off by the door swinging open. Syaoran stood there, his hair dripping, wearing only a towel that hung loosely over his hips. Her next words flew from her mind as she realized just how close they were standing. She looked up into his amber eyes. There was some emotion in them she couldn't recognize. She suddenly realized she was staring.
A blush stained her cheeks. She stammered through a quick apology and stepped backwards, almost hitting the wall in her hurry. His eyes turned amused. Breathing deeply, she regained her composure.
Syaoran walked past her, heading for his suitcase. "He called you?"
"Yes, he wants me to meet him for dinner."
Syaoran spun back around to face her, his eyes burning brightly. "You aren't going."
Her jaw dropped and she placed her hands firmly on her hips. She stared angrily at him. "You're not my babysitter you know. I don't need your permission to go out."
His face contorted into anger. "I'm not letting you endanger the mission."
She growled at him. "I'm not endangering the mission! I'm learning more about him."
He rolled his eyes. "Please, he will kill you if you take one step inside the building."
Suddenly Sakura noticed the bright red dot on Syaoran's side. She paled for the second time that evening. He followed her gaze and looked down in time to see it too. He cursed. Sakura raced to the window, pulling the curtains shut hurriedly.
"That won't solve it, you know," he said.
She turned to face him angrily. "At least it makes me feel better."
He snorted and turned away. "We need a new room. He knows about this one now."
She dropped herself onto her bed. "I'm tired. He won't shoot us now. Let's just get some sleep. We can find a new hotel tomorrow."
Syaoran scowled. Sakura quickly turned off the lights, ignoring his protests. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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He couldn't stop looking at her. She was beautiful when she slept. She looked so small curled up in a fetal position. Her face seemed to shine in the darkness.
'Why does she have to be so damn beautiful? And stubborn to boot?'
He smirked.
'She showed talent as an agent today, but she is far too headstrong. I can't let her meet my cousin for dinner. She's too innocent for that.'
He looked at her again, watching her chest rise and fall slowly. He forced himself to break the stare and looked away, facing that awful window. He soon found that although his eyes might no longer be filled with her, his mind still was.
He smiled as he remembered the look she had given him when he stepped out of the shower.
'She almost knocked down the wall with her stumbling. And her stammering was pretty cute.'
He turned, once more filling his eyes with Sakura. He climbed under the covers, still not removing his eyes from their target. He went to sleep still staring at her. A smile was on his lips. It was the first time he slept without a frown.
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Author's Note2: Yeah, this is short! And I apologize profusely, but it's late. And I wanted to save the next day for the next chapter! Hope you like it anyway. ^_^ Syaoran's hormones appear to be getting the worst of him. Heh, boys ARE boys.
-UrbanCinderella sighs- Fine. I don't own CCS. -looks again at Syaoran- And peer pressure is evil.
Author's note(s): I decided to update this before I updated Rivals (my brand new story), lol, so yea. Here is Chapter Four. I'm glad you guys like it. I was pretty happy with the last chapter too. ^_^
I'm starting out this chapter with no idea what I'm going to write, so. . . it may not be very long, lol. ^-^
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Sakura flopped down on her bed, casually changing the channel with her remote. She could hear the shower running and sighed.
After the alley's excitement, they had gone out to eat. Sakura winced involuntarily as she remembered all the looks the two had received. She could hardly blame the people. The two were sitting across from each other and they said not a word. Sakura sighed again.
'I can't wait for this mission to just be over.'
The phone rang, making her jump. Calming herself quickly, she walked over and stared at the phone. A single thought pierced her mind, making her pause.
'No one knows I'm here.'
Her hand hovered near the phone and the deadly indecision taunted her figure. On the fifth ring, she snatched the phone up, pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?" she asked cheerfully.
"I got your note," came the answer.
Her blood drained and she mentally cursed. Her eyes darted around the hotel. She checked to make sure all of the doors were locked and bolted. The locks on the windows were tightened, but she cursed again when she realized the curtains were still open. She tried to force her pulse back to normal.
'You've done this many times, Sakura. Stop being so nervous,' she reprimanded herself. She suddenly realized she had been silent for too long. She heard his laughter on the other end.
"I see I make you nervous. I have that effect on women," Chang said nonchalantly. She heard laughter behind him. She was on speakerphone.
"Sorry? I was watching television. I didn't catch what you said," she lied, hoping he would bite.
He didn't. He chuckled lightly. She frowned. She hated losing battles, especially when they involved wits. Gathering her anger, she spoke again, carefully keeping her anger from her voice.
"So how did you get my room number anyway? I didn't hear any loud footsteps behind me, so I know I wasn't followed," she said, hoping to anger him.
Still, he remained untouched. "I have my secrets, Sakura," he said, his voice lowering slightly.
She forced herself to laugh lightly. "I suppose we all do."
This time he clearly went for the blow. "Mmm, yes, but some people's are easier to figure out than others." His reference to her hit home. She had to bite her tongue not to scream back. He continued anyway. "And some people aren't as good at unraveling secrets either, I guess." She was now biting her tongue so hard she tasted blood.
He laughed. "I hope I'm not angering you too much, Sakura."
Stifling her growl of anger, she spoke lightly. "Oh, of course not. I try not to take any words coming from the scum I'm arresting personally. I find that when their hands are chained, their mouth has to work doubly to make up for the lack of freedom. And sadly, we all have that freedom of speech."
He laughed again, though Sakura thought she heard a bit of anger behind it. He answered her slowly. "Well, I guess we'll have to test that theory. . . if you ever get my hands chained, agent."
She moved to sit on the bed, letting his challenge go. "What exactly are you calling about Chang?"
"Why, to invite you to dinner of course!" his voice was heavy with mock surprise. She scowled.
'He may be handsome, but he is rather annoying,' she thought.
"I just so happen to be free Wednesday. Is that good for you? I can meet you somewhere, then take us to the restaurant," he said. He quickly added another sentence. "Or I could just pick you up from your hotel room, seeing as I went to all the trouble of finding it."
She smirked. "The time is fine for me, though remind me why I'm sure my safety will be preserved?"
He laughed. She winced at the sound. "If I wanted to kill you, Sakura, you would be dead right now. Look in the mirror."
Curiosity got the best of her. She looked. What she saw made her face pale. There was a large red dot in the center of her forehead.
'A laser sight.'
She cursed, fighting the urge to duck and roll. She turned away calmly, speaking into the phone.
"And here I was thinking it was just a zit," she said slowly, using her humor.
He laughed, a much better sounding one than the last.
"I will call you tomorrow to find out about specific times, Sakura."
She nodded, knowing he would be able to see her.
He clucked his tongue. "You are smarter than you look, Sakura. Why'd you become an agent?"
She scowled. "Because I happen to like keeping people like you away from everyone else."
His tone was dangerously low when he replied. "You mean the type of guys you flirt with?" The background once again erupted into laughter.
She smiled. "What can I say? I have a kind heart. You looked like you had a problem."
He was quiet for a moment. "Oh really, and what problem would that be?"
Her smile grew. "Stupidity." Content to have the last word, she slammed the phone down. She heard the water stop running and raced to the bathroom. She knocked on the door before she started yelling.
"I just got a call from him and he said--" She was cut off by the door swinging open. Syaoran stood there, his hair dripping, wearing only a towel that hung loosely over his hips. Her next words flew from her mind as she realized just how close they were standing. She looked up into his amber eyes. There was some emotion in them she couldn't recognize. She suddenly realized she was staring.
A blush stained her cheeks. She stammered through a quick apology and stepped backwards, almost hitting the wall in her hurry. His eyes turned amused. Breathing deeply, she regained her composure.
Syaoran walked past her, heading for his suitcase. "He called you?"
"Yes, he wants me to meet him for dinner."
Syaoran spun back around to face her, his eyes burning brightly. "You aren't going."
Her jaw dropped and she placed her hands firmly on her hips. She stared angrily at him. "You're not my babysitter you know. I don't need your permission to go out."
His face contorted into anger. "I'm not letting you endanger the mission."
She growled at him. "I'm not endangering the mission! I'm learning more about him."
He rolled his eyes. "Please, he will kill you if you take one step inside the building."
Suddenly Sakura noticed the bright red dot on Syaoran's side. She paled for the second time that evening. He followed her gaze and looked down in time to see it too. He cursed. Sakura raced to the window, pulling the curtains shut hurriedly.
"That won't solve it, you know," he said.
She turned to face him angrily. "At least it makes me feel better."
He snorted and turned away. "We need a new room. He knows about this one now."
She dropped herself onto her bed. "I'm tired. He won't shoot us now. Let's just get some sleep. We can find a new hotel tomorrow."
Syaoran scowled. Sakura quickly turned off the lights, ignoring his protests. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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He couldn't stop looking at her. She was beautiful when she slept. She looked so small curled up in a fetal position. Her face seemed to shine in the darkness.
'Why does she have to be so damn beautiful? And stubborn to boot?'
He smirked.
'She showed talent as an agent today, but she is far too headstrong. I can't let her meet my cousin for dinner. She's too innocent for that.'
He looked at her again, watching her chest rise and fall slowly. He forced himself to break the stare and looked away, facing that awful window. He soon found that although his eyes might no longer be filled with her, his mind still was.
He smiled as he remembered the look she had given him when he stepped out of the shower.
'She almost knocked down the wall with her stumbling. And her stammering was pretty cute.'
He turned, once more filling his eyes with Sakura. He climbed under the covers, still not removing his eyes from their target. He went to sleep still staring at her. A smile was on his lips. It was the first time he slept without a frown.
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Author's Note2: Yeah, this is short! And I apologize profusely, but it's late. And I wanted to save the next day for the next chapter! Hope you like it anyway. ^_^ Syaoran's hormones appear to be getting the worst of him. Heh, boys ARE boys.
