Helo!!! I'm back with chapter 1!! Thanks for the reviews!! =) and to those questions asked… I decided to make him break things up on the funeral day so it would make her so depressed.. (sowee!! I'm not really sure why I did that actually!) I just believe that if you go through hard things before things get easier.. if you get that... and Sakura's age will be said later on in this chapter.. you do the math after that.. =D
To a certain person (hopefully you know who you are) if you're reading this, please forgive me.. I've changed a few stuff so as just to make it a hobby. And it's just one of them. And I'm really sorry coz I've always wanted to write, but I find it hard to write anything unless it has even just a little likeness to me.. so sorry if I borrowed some of your ideas, but in real life, I'm almost like Sakura in this fic, just not that good in skateboarding.. so I hope you understand.
Ok!! If you're not that person, please don't ask anything about it.. ayt?
Ok!! And I should just get it out okay? Uhm.. well some stuff in this fic was from the ideas I got from reading other fics.. so some stuff in this plot is not totally mine.. I just changed a few things.. but I promise you lots of stuff are purely me!! Ayt?? Hope nobody gets mad!!
And I'm sorry if I took long.. I was busy with school and stuff!!
So anywayz.. (AHEHE!! Long author's note!! Sowe!!)
Disclaimer: not mine!! =)
Feelings Undercover
Chapter 1: CIA Files: New partner!!!
=== by nikki aka junkie ===
"Hello," a blonde girl with blue eyes and an Australian accent said to the waitress. "Where's the washroom, if I may ask?"
"It's right down there then to the right."
"Thank you!" The girl walked casually to the direction of the washroom. When she was out of sight, she quickly stepped into the shadows and crept towards the door beside the washroom and stepped into what seemed to be an office.
In the room, she quickly slipped into the shadows and checked for surveillance cameras. Finding none, she crept towards the table in the back of the room. "Where is it, Jake?" she whispered to what seemed to be no one.
"Second drawer on the left. Make it quick! He's on his way there!" a voice said over the earpiece concealed by the girl.
The girl quickly opened the drawer and saw a blue velvet box measuring about a foot across. She grabbed it, stuffed it in her coat and left the room casually. "I'm out."
"Ok, I'm waiting outside in the van."
The girl walked down the hall towards the exit, passing a man in an elegant suit with a flirty smile. Then she quickly got out of the building and got into the white van waiting outside.
"Okay, where is it?" a well-built, 6' blonde guy with brown eyes with a French accent asked immediately after she got into the van. The girl took off her coat and handed over the blue box. "Way to go, Sakura!!" the guy said, a look of sheer victory in his eyes. "Another mission accomplished for Sakura Kinomoto and Jake Toussaint!!"
Sakura nodded, as if uninterested, and took off her blonde wig, letting down her elbow-length auburn hair. "What's in it?" she asked as she changed into a black tank top, baggy shorts and skate shoes that revealed enough of her well-toned and muscled 5' 7" frame with perfect curves in just the right places. Getting a shrug from the blonde guy, she took off her blue contact lenses to reveal her emerald green eyes.
"Drop me off at the skate park, Jake," Sakura said , stuffing her bag and grabbing her skateboard. Jake nodded and drove towards the skate park 5 minutes away.
Jake stopped in front of the skate park and glanced at his watch, Sakura did too; it was 10:30 pm. "Get in by 12, Sakura. We have an early flight to catch tomorrow. Remember this is just a start of a million more missions!"
"Yeah, Jake, see ya," and Sakura got out of the van and skated towards the rails. She dropped her bag on one of the benches in sight and started her usual tricks.
She started with a few ollies for warm up, the did a few kick flips and heel flips. Then she went on to other kinds of flips and grabs. Then she went over to the rails and did a kick flip to backside boardslide. Then, she experimented on some tricks. She tried a dark slide, then a lipslide. Then she started to do grinds. Then she stopped, taking a rest.
"Nice tricks you got there," a voice from behind Sakura said. This startled her, but the person didn't notice.
"Thanks," Sakura said nonchalantly. She wiped off the sweat on from her forehead and checked her watch; it was already 11:30. Deciding to just skate back to the hotel, Sakura grabbed her bag and got ready to leave.
"See you," the guy said. Sakura noticed that he had messy brown hair and tantalizing amber eyes that seemed vaguely familiar. She waved and began skating back in the direction of the hotel. "And it'll be very soon!!" the guy yelled as she turned the corner and went out of sight.
Soon? Sakura thought. Weird…
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As Sakura skated back, she thought of the things that happened to her in the past five years. Not having the time to think about it before, she amazed herself at the happenings and achievements she had despite her depression.
After she left Japan, Sakura had gone to LA and immediately began her training. She learned martial arts, shooting, disguising and she was tutored in English, Chinese, French, Spanish German and Russian. Since she had only 2 years left of university, Sakura crammed her college into her training and finished both in 2 years. After finishing university, she looked for a cover job to hide her job with the CIA as a secret field agent. She had a choice of being a dancer or a guitarist for a alternative/punk/rock band called'Secret Silence'; she chose the band. After 2 years of university and intense training, she got into sector 3 of the CIA and after 3 years of hard work and effort, she was promoted to sector 4. Then because of her remarkable performance she was again promoted to one of the top field agents of the sector 6 of the CIA. There, she met her partner Jake Toussaint and Meiling Li, a friend. The three had shared the same hobby, skateboarding, so when Sakura met them, she took up her old hobby again and got along with them real fine. Meiling had just gotten into sector 6 three months ago to replace a field agent who had retires early. Sakura also met Tomoyo Daidouji, her bestfriend and Meiling's partner, in sector 6. After almost a year of several missions accomplished, Sakura was offered the spot as head of Sector 6. Being head meant no field work, so Sakura declined the promotion right away. Sakura loved the field work and suspense, it kept her sane and it kept her from the very extent of her depression.
Sakura had changed after she left Japan. She had become distant, reserved and somewhat antisocial, totally different from the old Sakura. Only Tomoyo had been able to crack her shell open a liitle bit. Sakura began to fear nothing and became a rebelious yet strong, tough and hardworking girl. She was no longer the Sakura everyone back then knew. The only thing that remains the same is her faith in God and Jesus Christ. If Touya saw her, it was doubtful that he'd recognize her. The constant sparkle that was in Sakura's eyes had disappeared 5 years ago. She was no longer the warm cheerful and friendly Sakura. She was now the cold, quiet, distant and tough Sakura Kinomoto, 'Secret Silence' guitarist/ CIA field agent.
Before she knew it, Sakura was outside her hotel room door. She could hear someone shuffling around the room. Then there was a loud thud then she heard someone, most probably Jake, yelp in pain and mutter something in French. Sakura sighed and stuck the key into the lock and the sight of Jake jumping around holding a stubbed toe welcomed her.
Sakura scoffed and muttered something in French (a/n: I prefer not to say!! Hehehe! ^^;;), earning a glare from Jake. Sakura glared back and walked into the adjoining room, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and flung it towards Jake. A pained "Merci" was heard from the French man.
Sakura started packing her stuff, thinking, Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.
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"Heya Sakura!" a girl with violet-black hair and amethyst eyes said over the noise in the airport. This girl looked to be around 23 and was about 5' 4". She was wearing a blue shirt and denim jeans with runners. Sakura and Jake had just arrived in LA from Seattle and Sakura was tired because of the flight and because she didn't get to sleep much last night. She was thinking of talking to her family again.
"Hello Tomoyo," Sakura replied to the girl, smiling a little. Tomoyo had gotten used to Sakura's lack of expression and silent attitude, she had always been like that since they had met. "What's up for today? Meeting with Markson, I suppose? Any gigs for tonight?" Sakura asked as Jake came over with a trolley with 4 bags, telling them that the car was already there.
"Yep," Tomoyo replied, taking Sakura's smaller bag while Sakura took her bigger bag and Jake's small one. "Meeting with Markson at 11. Right now, it's still 8:30 so we have time. Want me to come over?" Tomoyo finished and Sakura raised her eyebrow, Tomoyo hadn't answered her other question yet. Tomoyo noticed this and quickly added, "Oh! And yes, we do have a gig for tonight at 10. We meet at my place at 7. We should play one of our new songs tonight, so I thought that we could practice before going."
"Yeah, ok, you can come over if you want." Sakura said as she thought up a playlist for tonight. They got into the backseat of a Honda Civic with Jake up front. The rest of the drive to the CIA Headquarters was silent with the momentary sighs, coughs and Jake asking what time it was. Sakura got fed up with the silence so she took out her Mp3 player and black notebook full of tabs and chords to take down the chords of the new and usual rock songs she downloaded into the player.
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking
Maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
After 45 minutes in traffic, they finally got to the CIA headquarters. They got out of the car with all their belongings and stepped into the building. They walked to the front desk and waited for the woman behind the desk to take notice of them.
"Can we get our keys?" Sakura asked the woman. They had left their car keys here while they were on a mission. The woman handed over their keys and went back to answering phone calls and typing on the computer.
"I'm going back to my crib for a while, Jake. Meet you later at 10:30 ayt? Meeting with Markson at 11." Not waiting for an answer, Sakura and Tomoyo walked towards Sakura's silver BMW Z4 and put the bags in the trunk.
As they got into the car, Tomoyo started getting uncomfortable with the silence and started to babble about her favorite topic, fashion, "Y'know, Saku, you should start wearing less boyish clothes. I could buy you a whole new wardrobe with your body shape! If only you would let me! Oh my! I could get you sundresses! Evening gowns! New shoes! And they would ALL be designer!" Sakura made a face at Tomoyo and mumbled, "No thanks…"
Tomoyo continued on her babble, "Sakura! I could design clothes for you! You'd be wearing more beautiful clothes while playing! They might make you lead singer!" Tomoyo had stars in her eyes, imagining the day that would never come. Sakura made a face at Tomoyo again and said, "Speaking of playing, I'm making the playlist for tonight."
Tomoyo thought for a few seconds and said, "Okay! But don't forget the new song we're gonna play tonight!" Sakura nodded and Tomoyo went back to her babbling while Sakura thought back to the past three years, the years as a CIA field agent, from being a fresh newbie to an expert veteran.
Due to her several promotions in the past 3 years, Sakura got a huge sum of money from her salary alone, and as she gets into more important missions, she slowly gets richer. And also being record artists, she gets a good percentage of album sales of 'Secret Silence.' Because of her growing wealth, Sakura moved out of the apartment the CIA gave her and moved into her own house. If anyone thought being 23 and living alone was dangerous, Sakura ignored them.
Sakura slowed down in front of a small one-story house in the more quiet part of LA and parked her car between Sakura's mountain bike and motorcycle in the garage beside the house. The front lawn was green with neatly trimmed grass and a cement path connected the front door to the sidewalk.
As Tomoyo continued to babble, Sakura took the bags out of the trunk and opened her front door. As they stepped into the house, Tomoyo suddenly asked a question. "So, Saku, what radical thing are you gonna do next? Get a tattoo? A boyfriend maybe?" Tomoyo teased.
Sakura dropped the bags on the couch and shrugged. "I don't know. I already have a tattoo." Sakura said as she picked up her skateboard and brought to one of her extra rooms where she kept her special bike and tools and extra decks, tracks and skateboard stuff. She also had her guitar there. "A nose pierce maybe. Or another tattoo."
"Really?" Tomoyo asked, somewhat shocked. She didn't know Sakura had a tattoo. "Where's your tattoo?" Tomoyo what can be seen of Sakura's skin that wasn't covered by her red tank top and denim baggy jeans. Her outfit revealed her arms, neck and navel. Then Tomoyo saw something black peek out of Sakura's jeans on the lower back, just above her pants.
Sakura pulled down the back of her jeans to show her a tattoo of a six-pointed star, the Star of David, as big as a one dollar coin with vines spreading out to both sides. It was about 7 inches across. "Pretty cool, Sakura."
"I got it before I got into Sector 6." She said in a voice that said it was unimportant and walked into her room to grab some clothes and then jump into the shower.
Tomoyo shook her head and chuckled to herself and grabbed Sakura's bags to help with laundry and fix up her closet. What a wild girl I have for a bestfriend! Tomoyo thought.
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"Good job, Kinomoto, Toussaint," a large man, about 6', with graying black hair and warm blue eyes, also the CIA Sector 6 head, Frank Markson, said to the two people sitting in front him. "The box you got from Seattle was very important evidence."
"What exactly was in that box, Mr. Markson?" Jake asked, becoming curious at the mention of the word 'evidence.'
"There were files in that box," Mr. Markson said, becoming serious. "Important files from one of the biggest, most dangerous Yakuza of mafia in the world. The oyabun or leader is yet unknown, but with there files, we can investigate this yakuza and hopefully and eventually, we will find out who the oyabun of the yakuza is after a series of field missions and spies."
Mr. Markson stood up and passed them folders, copies of the files. They opened the folders and read the contents of the folder, mostly Japanese. As they read, Mr. Markson explained the doing of the yakuza. "Now, in the files and some other minor investigations, it shows that this yakuza smuggle illegal things to Germany, Japan, USA China, Taiwan, Indonesia, England, Greece, France, Russia and Italy. These things are drugs, weapons, medicines, chemicals… you name it."
Mr. Markson paused to look at them closely. Then he continued, "I'm supposed to send you two on this series of missions since you're the best in all of Sector 6, but unfortunately Toussaint, you lack some training." Jake looked shocked at this. "I'm sorry, Jake but I'll have to change your position in this mission. Now, there are two people who have just transferred from Sector 5, both are veterans and have been trainers for new recruits, also one of them will be Kinomoto's new partner. This guy has almost the same position as Kinomoto has in Sector 6, only he's been through a lot more than she has. Just like Kinomoto, this man is also a very remarkable field agent." Mr. Markson pressed a button and looked at Sakura. "Kinomoto, I'd like you to meet your new partner, Li Syaoran."
Li Syaoran? Sakura thought. That name sounds familiar.
As Sakura tried to remember where she heard that name, the door opened and the brown-haired, amber-eyed guy from the skate park stepped into the room and smiled at her. In the light, Sakura noticed that this guy looked to be around 25. He was about 6' 3", well-built, muscled and sturdy. He was wearing casual clothes, red shirt, denim jeans and skate shoes. He looks familiar. Sakura thought. Then she remembered.
Li Syaoran. Sakura's fourth grade schoolmate who was in the seventh grade at that time. Li Syaoran, who left after a year of being in Japan to go home to HongKong. Li Syaoran… Sakura's childhood crush… Li Syaoran… Oh my God!
"Li?!"
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whee!!! Chapter 1 is up!! Well.. I think there's a boring part in the middle.. hehhe sorry!! Anywayz.. I know Saku and Syao are supposed to be the same age.. but hey it's my fic ryt?? =)
the song is not mine mind you!! It's creed's one last breath!! Not mine!!
Please review!! Feel free to flame..
If you're confused you can email me at n6389@hotmail.com
I was supposed to say something here.. but I cant remember!! Anywayzz!! I'm just about to start with chapter 2!! Sorry if I took long!! I usually write it by hand then I type it into the comp to upload.. =D
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-nikki aka junkie