SourPop1004: Hey ppl! It's been a while since I've written a chapter for TSD. Sheesh, I'm so busy these days. School's taken over my life. Oh well. Hmm…I would just end this story but I want to give it the best possible ending so sorry for those who waited so long and stuff. Haha… well, enjoy chapter 18. Only 2 away from the finale.
PS. Alias started again. All right!!!
The Salsa Dancer
By: Waaaaaaaaaaaay Belated Me
The radio was blasting out its song at the loudest volume when Sakura swerved into the parking lot of her school. She had sped into the last open parking space, receiving some very impolite gestures from the car she had cut off.
Acting like a bitch really does influence your driving …
Sakura ignored the driver and turned off the engine of her BMW. She grabbed her purse and got out. The car locked with a bleep as she walked towards the entrance for another day.
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The days had swirled by along with the cold New York wind. The skies had grown gray and lifeless and the occasional rain graced the city. Eriol had arrived with Touya on the second day of Sakura's undercover mission. They had been introduced to the rest of the team and they were soon wrapped up in their own missions, gathering and researching any information they could find on the men attending the dinner party. The men were still treating Sakura with displeasure but she figured it was an improvement that they didn't sneer every time she came into the room.
Sakura sat in her little hotel room with a bored expression while the men were working and discussing next door. She had gotten home from school an hour ago. Sitting on her bed thinking deeply, she broke her thoughts away and glanced at the clock on the old nightstand. It was almost 5. That day, Thomas had invited her along with all his friends to come over to his house around 7. Apparently, his parents weren't home and he had the house all to himself. Sakura mused at the thought of a party, an actual party. Not the boring dinner dress-up parties she had gone a countless amount of times. A smile crept at her lips as she imagined 17 year-olds drinking and doing everything they thought was wrong. Instantly, the bitter realization that these kids were innocent struck her hard. No matter how twisted and rich these kids were, they would never have to experience murder, torture, deception, and a colorless life; living each day not knowing what to think, to see, or that they'd even be alive to do any of the sort.
It was one of those occasions where you sat for eternity, just letting your mind wander. Sakura stared lifelessly as if in hopes of seeing oxygen molecules drift by. It was in that manner she let an hour pass by before she decided to get ready.
The dinner party's in 3 days… and all this will soon end…forever…I'll make sure of it.
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It was 7:30 when she finished getting ready. Looking over herself for the last time, Sakura approved of herself: nicely faded and ripped jeans, a dark green halter top which revealed a lot more than it covered, and a pair of Adidas. She was about to reach for the door when there was a knock. (ain't that a classic Sakura Look? Haha..)
"Yeah?" Sakura asked as she opened the door to find Syaoran.
"You were supposed to be at the party 30 minutes ago!" Syaoran stated looking distracted.
Sakura just laughed and shook her head. "Men. You have absolutely no idea in playing the game right."
"Arriving late isn't part of any game." Syaoran snapped irritated.
"It's called arriving fashionably late." Sakura corrected as she shut the door. "You wanna go get some coffee before I go?"
"Party?" Syaroan asked following her towards the parking lot.
"I've decided to arrive around… 8:10ish. It's a good time to arrive. Come on. I'm dying for some Starbucks coffee." Sakura grabbed Syaoran's arm and left the building.
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Syaoran took his steaming cup of coffee and sat down across from Sakura, who was sipping hers. He slowly drank a bit of his drink and looked at Sakura. He cringed.
"What?" Sakura asked putting down her cup.
"Can't you wear something else for God's sake?" Syaoran's faced smoothed and smiled.
"What? Don't tell me you don't like it?" Sakura replied mockingly.
"That shirt does more to show than cover." He answered leaning back into his seat.
"Hmm… thought you'd appreciate it." Sakura smirked at Syaoran before taking up her drink again. "Now enough of this. The party's in 3 days. Tell me anything you guys found out."
Sitting up from his lazy posture, Syaoran spoke. "Well, we got some info on what properties each men hold that Fang wants. The Brinksbys have a port in South America. Specifically in Colombia. Largest port for shipping drugs. And we have some tedious info about the others not much of value. The only thing that matters now is that you get into that party. So tell me how that's going?"
Sakura took a drink and put down the cup. "Well, not much actually. I'm hoping to get asked tonight. I've been building the tension, I guess you could say." Sakura checked her watch, it was 8. "But one thing. Once we get in, all you and your men will focus on is getting Jessie out. The rest is not your concern, long as the job gets done." Sakura's tone had turned icy cold and a deadly look was in her eyes. Sakura got up with her cup. "I'm gonna go."
Syaoran got up. "Do I take the car back home? Or are you giving me a ride back?" Syaoran was picking up his cup when Sakura was half way out the door.
"You're walking home, hon!" Sakura shouted as she got into her car. Syaoran looked out the large glass window and saw a silver BMW drive off. He could only let out a sigh.
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She had pulled up in front of a very large private property. The gates had let her through and she was on the long circular driveway. She glanced up at the large white house. It was clean and neatly trimmed. Judging by the windows, she figured there must have been at least 20 rooms. She turned back her sight to the driveway and saw that a numerous amount of expensive cars had already been parked and loud music was booming out of the house. The huge front doors were wide open with people running in and out. The skies were dark. Night had fallen quickly. She parked her car in any available space and got out. She took up her Starbucks cup and walked towards the door.
When she entered, she saw that the entrance/hall way of the large mansion was extremely large and didn't know where to go, but she soon learned to follow the laughter and commotion coming from the back of the house. She took a sip of her coffee and made her way through the house, constantly being passed by running girls and boys with bottles of beer. (Ok, this is so The OC moment. Haha… anyone watch that crazy awesome show? ^_^) One girl with long black raven hair ran by knocking her shoulder into Sakura. Sakura swiveled around and looked out after the girl who had disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
"Jeez!" Sakura mumbled as she desperately tried to recover before spilling her coffee. Kids these days are so damn rude…
"Spill any?" A voice came from behind her. Sakura turned around and saw Thomas giving her a cocky look. Sakura realized she had ended up in the kitchen and Thomas was leaning on the huge marble kitchen top.
"No, I'm good." She replied.
"Kinda late." He commented getting off the top and walking towards the fridge.
"Yeah. Well I was out grabbin' some coffee with a friend." Sakura answered cooly, taking another sip. The world doesn't revolve around you pretty boy…
"Beer?" He asked taking out a bottle.
"Sure." She walked towards him and took the bottle, unscrewing the top.
"Come on. Let's go into the back yard. Everyone's out there." Thomas motioned for Sakura to follow.
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When she and Thomas entered the tremendous back yard, kids were laughing, talking, swimming, drinking, and eating. The patio floor and the grass were littered with bottles and tortilla chips. (Can't believe I said tortilla. That's gotta be a first. I don't think anyone ever said tortilla in a fanfic. Haha… YAY! TORTILLA TORTILLA!! Muahhaha…I'm a true rebel. _)
Sakura found an empty seat next to a glass table. She looked to her right and found a couple making out quite expressively. She turned back in disgust and took a swig of her bottle.
This is gonna be a looooong night…
Seeing Sakura sitting helplessly, Thomas walked over after disappearing for a while.
"Bored?"
Sakura looked up. "Oh, no. Not bored, but just…" Sakura looked at the couple and many others making out. "…distracted." She smiled.
Thomas took her hand and gently let her up from her seat. "I know you just sat down but let's go somewhere private and… talk." He suggested with an irresistible look in his eyes.
Sakura got up and followed him back into the house. The noise and chatter of the mass mob faded as the two walked further and further away from the back yard.
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The two were upstairs in Thomas's specious room. It was clean, neat, and perfect to the last tuck of the bed sheet. Sakura gracefully sat down on the bed and felt around the blanket with her hands. (Ok, ok, children. This ain't rated R so don't get too excited. Some stuff here and there but nothing R. ^_~ I mean, we gotta save some for Syaoran right? Haha…) The silver silk felt cold and hot at the same time under her fingertips. She looked up and found him standing in front of her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, trailing down to her neck.
Aww…crap. Syaoran SO owes me…
Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed. She realized her halter was gone and she was only in her bra before feeling Thomas's hands around the waist of her jeans. Sakura's hand slowly stopped his from unbuttoning them. She looked up at his eyes.
"I don't think that's appropriate. Now is it?" She whispered in a breathy hush.
"It's not." He smirked. "But are you sure you want to stop?"
Sakura laughed. You have got to be kidding me! hahahaha… "Mmm…I don't know. Well, you don't want to show me so fast how weak you are in your will." She trailed a finger down the side of his face and down the rest of his body. She slowly got up from under him and sat down leaned against the grand bedpost at the head of the bed. She drew him in close to her face so their noses were touching. "I think you can wait, can't you? I hate boys who take it too fast…" She kissed him passionately before pulling away. "I'm gonna get going now love." She fell free from him and got off the bed. She grabbed the halter-top that had fallen on the floor and was almost out the door when Thomas called for her.
"You free on Saturday? Three days from now?" He was sitting on his bed looking at her through the dark, his shirt gone. (My oh my… 17 year olds have gone insane. Haha…)
"Maybe…" She replied slyly as she leaned on the doorframe looking back at the boy's outline.
"There's a dinner party. My dad's invited and the rest of his family. And I need a date. What do you say?"
"Hmm…"
"…And maybe something afterwards." He smiled.
"I'll be sure to wear something nice." She smirked.
"I'll pick you up at 7."
Sakura thought for a moment. "How bout I just find myself a ride here by 7. It'd be a lot easier. My house isn't exactly… peaceful right now."
"Family probs?"
"Guess you could say that." Sakura answered. Family problems? If that's what you call my step dad trying to dominate the black market and me trying to kill him…
"Ok. Here by 7." He watched Sakura throw him a confident look and leave the room.
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The night air was cold and chilling yet refreshing. Sakura drove through the empty streets of New York deep in thought. Traffic had cleared and she glanced at the clock in her car. The bright orange light flashed 2:11 A.M.
Lord… I was there for a while…
Sakura took a left at the intersection and was on her way to the motel. The streetlights flashed on and off and every hundred feet she drove, anger seem to rage in her. It rose and rose up to a point where she was doing 85 on a 45mph street. Feeling stupid she let the gas pedal go and drove on at a slower pace. Her silver BMW had reached its destination but she found that the car had a mind of its own. It kept on driving and driving until she had no idea where she was going.
It was only an hour later when she found herself sitting on the dark cold grass deep within Central Park. The wind was blowing in thin wispy strings and the night, actually morning sky was dark and gray. She felt a comfort in the cool grass as she stretched out and lay there. Staring up at the sky with blank eyes, not knowing what to think anymore, she began to cry.
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Syaoran lay in his bed with his eyes open wide. It was three something in the morning and Sakura still wasn't back. What the hell was taking her so long? He couldn't… wouldn't imagine what she and Thomas Brinksby were doing. He shut his eyes and reminded himself.
She's not yours. She never was. She never will be. She made that perfectly clear…
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It had been long since her tears ran dry. The stars looked bright and lonely in the dark. Sakura gathered her arms together behind her head to cushion it. She looked up and let her head open up.
You know, Syaoran, I think I'm the funniest person ever. Here I am, lying in the middle of Central Park, in the middle of the night… just talking to an imaginary you. I can't believe I'm practically killing myself to save someone I honestly don't want to. Yes… that's right. I don't like Jessie. Never did, never will. Well you must be laughing now. 'Look at Kinomoto… confessing on and on about this and that. Trying to save the world and look tough. Yet she can't even get her own feelings straight.'
It's not even a possibility that I'll even say this to you. I think I'm drunk. It's either that or else I've really lost it. Maybe I got smacked one too many times… nevertheless, I'll go through with it. I will help you save her and someday you'll have a family. And… maybe I can come over for tea… and play with the kids…
Sakura was slowly falling asleep when she heard a twig snap. All her senses ran back into her skin and she bolted up, looking wildly around her surroundings.
"Who's there?" Sakura's voice fell over a hush. It was then she saw a homeless man picking up cans and the sun rising. Sakura got up from her spot and walked back to her car.
Sakura shut her eyes and frowned at the honking noise. It was 5:45 in the morning and traffic was killer. She had just slept at a park, and her head was throbbing painfully. People trying to get to work had crammed the streets and were honking madly. Sakura mumbled under her breath until the cars started to move.
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Sakura realized she had to bust her rear in gear to get ready for school. Looking like she had just slept at the park was not an option. Sakura sped to her motel room. She shoved her hand in her pocket and fished out her key. The cool metal was on its way into the hole when the door swung open. Sakura looked up to find Syaoran standing there with an unpleasant face.
"Where were you all night?" He sounded calm yet angry, soft yet forceful.
"That really doesn't matter. My head is in major pain so please move and let me get ready to go to school." Sakura answered agitated.
Syaoran moved out of the way and his eyes narrowed to follow her form around the room. "You weren't with that kid all night were you?"
Sakura was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She took the toothbrush out of her mouth and slowly turned towards Syaoran.
"First off," Sakura began. "Shut the door." She watched Syaoran push the door shut and his gaze was straight, not faltering even for a moment. "Second of all, why does it matter? Third of all, it doesn't. Forth of all, am I sensing jealousy in the room?" Sakura put her toothbrush back into her mouth and continued in its cleaning ritual.
Syaoran was silent of a minute. "The only way this could possibly matter is whether you got invited or not." Syaoran's tone was cold and quite clean cut.
Sakura's smug attitude fell away. Cold Syaoran wasn't fun to play with. But then again, she was Cold Sakura, ready to mess with anyone as far as she pleased. Sakura finished brushing her teeth and washing her face. She came out of the bathroom and walked over to where Syaoran was. Walking straight up to his face, she stopped inches from his face.
"What do you think?" That was all that was said and he understood.
"Good. I was getting worried that you might be losing your touch there." He replied with a straight face.
Sakura looked into his eyes hard for second then smirked.
"Losing my touch? I don't think so hon." Sakura turned away and went for the suitcase to find something to wear. She pulled out a dark blue sweater and a pair of jeans. She examined the sweater before throwing it and the jeans onto the bed. She turned to look at Syaoran. "Are you going to stand there the whole time cause I don't mind having an audience."
"Maybe I will." He replied simply. There was a pause. "But I have some things to check out with the guys. Happy changings." With that Syaoran left the room.
"Right…" Sakura trailed off getting ready.
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Three days did not come soon enough, yet they did. It was the big night. The team that had come with Syaoran was getting ready for the extraction. Their sole mission was to get Jessie out and that was it. Anything that would follow after that, it was up to Sakura to figure out.
It was the last two days that Sakura realized what the whole scenario was turning out to look like. If she was being forced to do this, it'd be like throwing her into a lion's den and leaving her as a diversion to reach the goal. In a sense, it would be using her to do the dirty work while they sat back and watched. But just the fact that it wasn't against her will, she mused. As much as she was doing this to try and pay back at least a small bit of what she had taken from the CIA, it was personal. The rage and burning desire to kill a certain man drove her insane at times. How she kept her composure was a mystery to her, but she was able to. Many times, people say, write before they died, their whole lives flashed before their eyes. Her own life had been flashing through her eyes since the day her father was killed. Back when she had told Josh that breaking into the vault would be their greatest and last mission, she had been wrong. What she would be driven to do tonight, she considered it to be the most important thing she'd ever do in her life. Anger would feed her heart. Revenge would fuel her strength. Sakura Kinomoto would kill.
Sakura looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was fast approaching 7. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long wavy golden hair was down. Half of it was clipped up with a diamond pin. Her long black dress sparkled and glittered in the dim motel room light. She checked that her black sandals were comfortably strapped at the ankles. The dress she was wearing was an off-the-shoulder black spaghetti strap. Tiny glittery crystals were scattered across her dress. The bottom of the dress began from her right knee and diagonally waved down towards her left ankle, almost dragging. Just bellow the shimmery black fabric was thin see-through black chiffon coming just bellow her right knee and following the diagonal curves of the dress. The neckline was simple and clean. She chose this particular since it was simple, elegant, and easy to maneuver in. She pondered if she should wear some jewelry. Going through her suitcase, she found a diamond bracelet.
Guess this'll do…
Sakura looked at the mirror again. Her lips here glossy from her lip gloss. Make-up was never her style. A little gloss on the lips was enough. Her green eyes were clear and mesmerizing, but soon enough, they'd turn bloody dark. Confirming that her appearance was on check, Sakura left the motel room to skip over to Syaoran's room where everyone would be.
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Sakura entered and everyone stared for a second before returning to what they were talking about. Sakura saw suitcases of sniper guns, handguns, smoke cans, and etc. Sakura went over to one of the suitcases and picked out a small black handgun. She drew back her dress and strapped it around her left thigh. They were looking at her.
"What? I'm not going in there without a gun while you boys have a tea party." Sakura sarcastically stated smirking.
It probably puzzled them that someone could joke around and be at such a confident state as her. To break the awkward gazes, Eriol interrupted.
"Syaoran, do we even have a plan to do this?"
Everyone looked up curiously as him.
"Nope." That's all he said.
"Ok, ok. Plan, plan." Sakura interrupted. "I go in, I'll get Jessie out and you guys go home. And getting Jessie won't be hard. I know Fang will let her go once he sees me."
"You've got to be kidding! No one's going home!" One of the men shot back in outrage.
"Then what do want me to do?" Sakura asked getting irritated. There was a pause. "Wait. You guys want Fang alive, don't you?" Sakura's face pinked. "Just wonderful! I thought I was going in there and it was gonna go down like this. It's either him or me!" Sakura's anger was rising. She took deep breaths.
"We can't just kill him. Along with him, we can bring down lots of bad men out there. This is the U.S. We don't just kill people." Syaoran shot back.
"Yeah, yeah… that's what y'all keep telling me…" Sakura answered. "But I'm not CIA. So that rule or whatever doesn't apply to me."
"But you're working for the CIA. Same thing."
"You and your damn policies. Fine! Fang stays alive." Sakura stated tonelessly. Then looking at the clock on the nightstand next to one of the beds, Sakura saw that it was 6:32 P.M. "Time sure flies by when you're getting ready to sack a bad guy. If y'all please, I'll be on my way."
"Wait! Sakura, take this. Put it in your ear. We'll be able to communicate with you." Eriol handed Sakura a small earpiece. Sakura took it and put it in her right ear. With that she left. From their room, they could hear Sakura' BMW speed off from the parking lot.
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The 15 minutes before she arrived at the Brinksbys', Sakura thought the drive there was the longest in her life. Aimless yet meaningful thoughts splashed around in her head.
Alive?! This is outrageous… then again… what was I thinking. These damn people aren't going to let me prance right in and blow the head off that son of a…
Sakura was ripped away from her thoughts as she slammed on the breaks before a red light. She let out a sigh of frustration. This was going to take some major nerve.
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One of the many butlers in the Brinksby manor answered the door. As the grand door opened, Sakura stepped in with a light click of her heels. The butler bowed and motioned for her to follow him towards where the Brinksby family was waiting. Sakura politely smiled and followed him. Sakura adjusted her earpiece a little when a familiar voice spoke gently in a tiny voice.
"Everything all right so far?" Touya asked.
"Yes, everything's just fine Touya." Sakura whispered.
The butler stopped and turned around to see if he heard anything. Sakura just smiled.
"Yes? Is there a problem?" Sakura answered lightly yet with a snooty tone.
"No ma'am." The man turned back and continued to walk.
"Touya, unless there's some dire emergency, I suggest you we don't scrap up this mission even before it has begun."
"Just… be safe. We have a new life to live after this. Remember that."
There was silence of a minute.
"Don't put your hopes in things that are not certain. I'll be careful." Sakura answered.
Just as she whispered her last words to Touya, she found herself in a huge living room. She put on her best smile and entered as the butler bowed and disappeared. Thomas was the first to see her.
"Mother, Father, this is Grace Lang." He smiled and introduced Sakura. An elegantly dressed woman walked up to Sakura with a smile.
"My, my, you are a pretty little thing. Hope my son's been a gentleman to you."
"Oh, most definitely Mrs. Brinksby. Most definitely." Sakura answered with a smile. She glanced at Thomas recalling their last encounter up in his room. She could tell he knew what she was thinking.
"Nice to meet you Miss Lang." Thomas's father greeted smiling. "Pretty indeed. Well, shall we go?"
Mr. Brinksby paired up with his wife and left towards the main entrance Sakura had come through. Thomas took Sakura's hand and led her after his parents.
"We'll be getting there in separate cars." He commented. Sakura just smiled. Since she had basically achieved what she wanted from him, she figured there was no need to keep playing him on. He would know soon. They would all know soon. "By the way, you look great tonight." He looked her over in her form-fitting black dress.
If this weren't a mission… if I were to be 17 again… if I weren't really living this life style… I'd tell you 'thank you' and whisper things in your ear…
Sakura smiled in a look of gratitude.
…but it's not. And this is a mission. I'm not 17. And I'm definitely not living this life style.
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The limo arrived in front of an incredibly tall building to drop them off. The skyscraper glimmered in the dark velvet-draped night. Thomas got out of the car first and helped Sakura out. She thanked him and the two entered through a set of double doors where two doormen opened each black glass door. Soon they were in an elevator, being taken up to the very top. It would be quite the long ride considering the building had 200 stories. Thomas carefully watched Sakura with a calm and reserved expression.
"You know, all my life, my father's business has put me through many trials that at that usual age, a child would never have to consider. And because of it, I was always good at observing things. People. I'm no psychic but I can tell something's wrong. You're different. And I don't mean that to sweet-talk you into bed. I doubt you're 17. You look it, but you could hardly be. Which leads me to deduce that you aren't Grace Lang." Thomas leaned against the cool wall of the elevator.
Sakura looked up at him with her green eyes, which had turned dark in the course of the last phrase. She stood on the other side of the elevator, leaning onto the cold metal, feeling the tingling sensation on her bare back. Sakura lifted a hand to her take out her earpiece. She turned it off for a second. She knew Touya or whoever on the other line would be panicking and such but that didn't matter. She looked into his eyes.
"Thomas, I know you're smart. You're smarter than your father. What he does everyday, what his job is, that does not have to be what you are. I'm sure you know what these parties are usually about. The secrets that are exchanged behind closed doors. The lies. The plans. Sometimes, even kills. You've turned a blind eye towards what your father does. His job is respectable, if everything he did, or was doing were to be legal. Now listen to me carefully. I have never met a single person, let alone a 17-year-old, who could in part figure out at least a tiny portion of me. That I praise you for. But this is where you are deemed smart or stupid. When this elevator reaches its top floor, give me your invitation, and go back down to the main lobby. From there, call your driver, and go home. This world and the things you have seen, it made you street smart. So this is the time, more than ever, to be smart. You know how to take care of yourself, by all means. You know why I'm sending you home. And I know you know what's going to happen to your father." Sakura's gaze was deep and serious.
"I guess I'll be draining the banks first thing when I get home. My lawyers will do." Thomas replied tonelessly.
Sakura smirked. "Smart. Withdraw the money so it doesn't get flopped over to the Feds. And I'm assuming you'll call your mother and tell her to get out." He nodded. "And your father?"
Thomas paused for a second. "That bastard's going to jail. He's a rich and powerful man. But misuses his power on women." Sakura understood in agreement.
The elevator was soon reaching its destination.
"So, Thomas Brinksby, this is my exit. It's been good knowing you for past two weeks. I know you'll make it out there after high school. And always remember, be smart in what you choose." With that Sakura walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He took her shoulder and pulled her to him. He gave her a long kiss on the lips before letting her go.
"That was my goodbye to Grace." He smiled, a smile that she knew was genuine.
"She'll remember that till the day she dies." Sakura smiled as Thomas gave her his invitation. Just then the metal doors slid open at the sound of a 'ding'. She stepped out and was facing him directly. She reached into the metal panel and pressed the main floor button. She withdrew back to her position and watched Thomas.
"Hey, Brinksby, always remember. If you're ever relaxing in the Bahamas with all that money, make sure you leave me a room to crash at. You'll never know where life will take you." Sakura winked with a smile. The metal doors slid close and the last thing she saw was Thomas nodding and mouthing out 'Good Luck'. Sakura turned back on the earpiece. When she placed it into her ear, she instantaneously heard Syaoran on the other side.
"What happened? Something go wrong?" He sounded worried.
"No. Everything's fine." Sakura smiled to herself and walked towards where two bodyguards were taking invitations from guests. Light waltz music could be heard drifting from the entrance beyond the bodyguards. "The party's just getting started."
Sourpop1004: OMGOSH! IT'S BEEN LIKE A CENTURY! I AM SO STINKING SORRY I COULD JUST… I'M SORRY! haha… well, this chapter was merely a gateway to the next two chapters which will be the finale. I know, but much action and such in this chapter but these things are necessary. All the action, tension, drama! Next two chapters baby, NEXT TWO CHAPTERS. (God knows how long they'll take, but we're getting' there. ^_^)
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Second off, this chapter was a tad bit shorter than what I intended. And I had different ideas of how to end this chapter, but as I was writing, this ending with Thomas seemed a lot more fitting. I'd say, Thomas would have to be one of my favorite characters, even though he came out for two/three chapters only. I guess it's cause he reminds me a lot of Draco Malfoy. Not the Malfoy in the books, he's just nasty and mean. The version I like of Draco is from fanfics. He's just so awesome. Haha… well, next chapter will be longer. It would have to. And it won't be too watery like this one was. But don't ya think the last convo with Thomas was a nice ending? Hehe…
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