*Hey and a huge sorry to those of you who have been waiting, I have had
major computer problems! Sorry about not putting those of you who WERE cool
enough to review on this, like I said I have had trouble with my comp,
including my email. But I'm sure a ton of you reviewed because you ARE that
cool! Anyway, this is the second to last chapter of the story, I hope you
all like it, and if you really think you'd like it, I might be talked into
a sequel! Lemme know!*
Rogue
Sakura stood in front of the mirror in the hotel inspecting her costume. She had to admit, for putting it together in a day, she looked pretty good. Her eyes misted as she thought about how much fun Tomoyo would have had putting this outfit together for her; she had always tried to make Sakura look adorable in the outfits she made. Shaking her head, Sakura took one more look, and nodded with satisfaction.
She wore a long gown that was extremely flared. Most of the women at the ball had gotten dresses like these; they were slightly Victorian in a sense, with hoop skirts to keep the dresses flared. The dress was a deep red, almost burgundy. Soft velvet clung to Sakura's body tightly. Her bodice was embroidered with silver flowers that wrapped around Sakura's body. The neckline was very low, revealing an amazing amount of cleavage. Her shoulders bare, Sakura slid on two matching gloves that reached her elbows. To finish her ensemble, she slid a white and burgundy mask over her eyes, shadowing her true identity.
'Time to go, Sakura.' Sakura thought to herself as she reached over and put a gun in her clutch and walked elegantly out of the hotel room toward the lobby. Down at the bottom of the stairs were people who looked similar to Sakura in their clothing, and she mixed in with them as they headed out to the hall where the party was already in full swing.
Meanwhile, Syaoran was working on his own outfit as well. He was dressed as a in green pants with a silver stripe down the legs. His shirt was more like that of a soldier, silver buttons and a silver chain attaching a pocket watch to his inside button. Syaoran put his mask on, covering his eyes with simple green leather.
"I'm coming, Sakura." Syaoran said aloud as he grabbed a gun off the nightstand, walked out of his apartment and got onto his bike.
The enormous hall was lit in bright lights and soft candle light. The marble floor was covered with men and women dressed in elaborate costumes, all their identities a secret. They danced together, the colors mixing and gliding over the floor like autumn leaves. Sakura floated among them, searching for Takeshi or Etsuya. She had been there for almost half an hour before she spied Takeshi standing before her, his mask off. Her heart skipped a beat as he slipped the mask on and walked out into the crowd. Sakura walked toward him, acting as if she were searching for a dance partner.
"Care to dance?" Takeshi asked, extending a hand to Sakura and casting a hundred watt smile her way. Sakura smirked and took his hand. Step one completed.
They twirled over the marble floor as if it were ice and they were figure skaters. Takeshi held her close to him, his eyes gazing into hers. How he didn't figure out who she was underneath that mask was a miracle. Midway through the song Sakura felt her arm being pulled slightly, and her body leaving Takeshi's. She looked up and saw a familiar pair of amber eyes staring at her through a green leather mask.
"What do you think you're doing?!" they hissed in unison, and Sakura glowered at Syaoran through her mask. His mind was spinning as he danced gracefully with the woman he loved. She looked beautiful in her dress, her golden hair curled and cascading down her back just past her shoulders.
"I'm taking care of some unfinished business, so if you would kindly let me go so I can-"Sakura whispered angrily. Syaoran shook his head.
"I'm never letting you go." Syaoran answered, making Sakura's eyes widen.
"You have to. You're engaged." Sakura bit angrily. Syaoran looked into Sakura's eyes, the eyes that had bewitched him at their first meeting, and answered the angry woman before him.
"A lot can happen when you're waiting three hours for a flight to come in." Syaoran muttered, and Sakura's eyes widened even more. He had broken his oath for her?
"Yes. I broke the oath. And I found out some interesting information about you as well." Syaoran added. Sakura stiffened; had he found out? He couldn't have, it was so cleverly hidden! They continued to dance, people stopping to watch as the couple waltzed gracefully like dandelion seeds in a crisp breeze.
"You think you have some sort of key to my past that you can unlock?" Sakura asked, challenging his bluff. Syaoran nodded, making Sakura flush slightly. He couldn't know, he couldn't have found out.
"I know your father and brother aren't on an expedition. And they're not in Cairo." Syaoran said, his voice hinting at anger. Sakura stiffened in his arms; he could feel her body become rigid.
"You checked me out?" Sakura spat, her voice barely audible. They continued twirling about the floor as their argument pressed on. It was bittersweet, their fluid motion marred only by their angry eyes staring directly into each other's.
"I thought it was only fair that if I had to tell you every single detail about my life, than you had to tell me too." Syaoran replied. Sakura felt like slapping him in the face, but knew he was right. But now he knew. . . he knew the truth.
"Your father and brother are addicted to aesthum." Syaoran whispered into Sakura's ear, and she felt her knees weakening. That was another huge reason for her feeling of betrayal by Takeshi; he had gotten her own family addicted to a powerful drug and she didn't even know it.
"Yes. And they're in Tomoeda. Holed away in a rehab clinic. They've been there for two years." Sakura bit, fighting back the tears.
"You could have told me." Syaoran whispered as they continued to dance. Sakura shook her head.
"And yet you judged me when I didn't tell you about every skeleton in my closet? You LIED. I hid things. There's a difference." Syaoran snapped back, making it known to Sakura that he was feeling just as betrayed. Sakura nodded slowly, the information computing in her head.
"I know I was wrong. But it hurt to talk about it. And I know it hurt you to talk about your own family being murdered, Syaoran. I know. Now I'm going to take charge and get this guy before he hurts another innocent person." Sakura whispered with venom in her voice.
"Not without me. I've come too far to let someone else claim my revenge." Syaoran replied. They stared at each other for a moment, and the world began to slowly melt away. The strains of music died down until they were nothing more than an echo. Standing there together in each other's arms, Syaoran and Sakura stared deep into the other's eyes. Syaoran shook his head slightly and grabbed the back of Sakura's head in his hand, bringing her lips to his with crushing force. A moment went by as they mingled together, struggling to take in their taste. Their everything.
The world suddenly began to move again as they parted, blushing like fiends. The room was still buzzing, and they were in the center of it all, kissing like fools. Syaoran started whisking Sakura around the room again, blending in with the other costumed people.
"I still love you, Sakura." Syaoran said softly, gazing into her emerald colored eyes with all sincerity.
"I still love you." Sakura replied, returning his gaze. They stopped dancing and walked to the balcony together, Sakura's hand gently placed in Syaoran's.
"So tell me your plan." Syaoran said when they found a secluded place to talk. Sakura smiled wryly and took a small paper out of her clutch.
"I think you'll enjoy this as much as I will."
The party lasted well into the night, the people of Tomoeda dancing away as if they hadn't a care in the world. Sakura and Syaoran watched from a table, their masks still securely tucking their identities away. They knew that a deal would be going down as soon as all the people left the party, and were now only waiting it out. Sharing a few dances, the couple lingered in the company they had cherished only two nights before.
Her heart was racing whenever he touched her; he broke an oath, a sacred vow, just to be with her. Sakura couldn't keep herself from trembling in his grip, and she knew he was feeling it. He tightened his embrace on her and touched her face gently with his fingertips.
"And to think I could have lost all this." Syaoran whispered softly into her ear. Sakura felt a shiver go down her spine, and she smiled.
"It'll never happen, rest assured." Sakura whispered back, making Syaoran smirk. God, he loved that woman.
Around four in the morning, the party began to fade away into the late night air. Sakura and Syaoran watched as people began to depart and took their cues. Heading for the restrooms, Sakura and Syaoran walked into their respective lavatories and waited for silence.
Inside the ladies' room, Sakura peeled off her ball gown, revealing a very tight outfit she had bought the day before. The top was a tight black shirt, and zipped up in the front. Black pants accented her ensemble, and she finished off with black shoes. Sakura swept her hair back into a high ponytail, wrapping some hair around the ponytail and securing it with a pin before deciding she had waited long enough.
Sakura peeked out of her bathroom and saw no one out in the hallway. Slowly she crept over to the men's room where Syaoran was waiting. She checked to make certain no one was inside, and slipped in to find Syaoran adjusting his black turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants.
"You didn't think I was going to come to this unprepared, did you?" Syaoran asked quietly as Sakura put her hands on her hips. It was all he could do to not take her into one of the stalls and have his way with her right then and there. Sakura smirked and walked with Syaoran out into the hallway.
"Now all we need to do is get our man and be done with it." Syaoran replied, and Sakura nodded. She pulled her pistol out of her clutch and strapped it to her side, looking up and smiling a sizzling smile at Syaoran as he strapped his own weapon on.
"Let's finish this." Sakura said, her voice low and determined. Her eyes flashed at Syaoran, who smirked in return as they walked confidently toward the ballroom where they would face their enemies.
Together.
*Someone's in a crapload of trouble, and it's not S&S! You had better believe that people are gonna get the asses handed to them in this next chapter, so watch for it! Anyway, I'm done for now, have a good day and don't forget to try out that little button in the corner to send me feedback!*
Rogue
Sakura stood in front of the mirror in the hotel inspecting her costume. She had to admit, for putting it together in a day, she looked pretty good. Her eyes misted as she thought about how much fun Tomoyo would have had putting this outfit together for her; she had always tried to make Sakura look adorable in the outfits she made. Shaking her head, Sakura took one more look, and nodded with satisfaction.
She wore a long gown that was extremely flared. Most of the women at the ball had gotten dresses like these; they were slightly Victorian in a sense, with hoop skirts to keep the dresses flared. The dress was a deep red, almost burgundy. Soft velvet clung to Sakura's body tightly. Her bodice was embroidered with silver flowers that wrapped around Sakura's body. The neckline was very low, revealing an amazing amount of cleavage. Her shoulders bare, Sakura slid on two matching gloves that reached her elbows. To finish her ensemble, she slid a white and burgundy mask over her eyes, shadowing her true identity.
'Time to go, Sakura.' Sakura thought to herself as she reached over and put a gun in her clutch and walked elegantly out of the hotel room toward the lobby. Down at the bottom of the stairs were people who looked similar to Sakura in their clothing, and she mixed in with them as they headed out to the hall where the party was already in full swing.
Meanwhile, Syaoran was working on his own outfit as well. He was dressed as a in green pants with a silver stripe down the legs. His shirt was more like that of a soldier, silver buttons and a silver chain attaching a pocket watch to his inside button. Syaoran put his mask on, covering his eyes with simple green leather.
"I'm coming, Sakura." Syaoran said aloud as he grabbed a gun off the nightstand, walked out of his apartment and got onto his bike.
The enormous hall was lit in bright lights and soft candle light. The marble floor was covered with men and women dressed in elaborate costumes, all their identities a secret. They danced together, the colors mixing and gliding over the floor like autumn leaves. Sakura floated among them, searching for Takeshi or Etsuya. She had been there for almost half an hour before she spied Takeshi standing before her, his mask off. Her heart skipped a beat as he slipped the mask on and walked out into the crowd. Sakura walked toward him, acting as if she were searching for a dance partner.
"Care to dance?" Takeshi asked, extending a hand to Sakura and casting a hundred watt smile her way. Sakura smirked and took his hand. Step one completed.
They twirled over the marble floor as if it were ice and they were figure skaters. Takeshi held her close to him, his eyes gazing into hers. How he didn't figure out who she was underneath that mask was a miracle. Midway through the song Sakura felt her arm being pulled slightly, and her body leaving Takeshi's. She looked up and saw a familiar pair of amber eyes staring at her through a green leather mask.
"What do you think you're doing?!" they hissed in unison, and Sakura glowered at Syaoran through her mask. His mind was spinning as he danced gracefully with the woman he loved. She looked beautiful in her dress, her golden hair curled and cascading down her back just past her shoulders.
"I'm taking care of some unfinished business, so if you would kindly let me go so I can-"Sakura whispered angrily. Syaoran shook his head.
"I'm never letting you go." Syaoran answered, making Sakura's eyes widen.
"You have to. You're engaged." Sakura bit angrily. Syaoran looked into Sakura's eyes, the eyes that had bewitched him at their first meeting, and answered the angry woman before him.
"A lot can happen when you're waiting three hours for a flight to come in." Syaoran muttered, and Sakura's eyes widened even more. He had broken his oath for her?
"Yes. I broke the oath. And I found out some interesting information about you as well." Syaoran added. Sakura stiffened; had he found out? He couldn't have, it was so cleverly hidden! They continued to dance, people stopping to watch as the couple waltzed gracefully like dandelion seeds in a crisp breeze.
"You think you have some sort of key to my past that you can unlock?" Sakura asked, challenging his bluff. Syaoran nodded, making Sakura flush slightly. He couldn't know, he couldn't have found out.
"I know your father and brother aren't on an expedition. And they're not in Cairo." Syaoran said, his voice hinting at anger. Sakura stiffened in his arms; he could feel her body become rigid.
"You checked me out?" Sakura spat, her voice barely audible. They continued twirling about the floor as their argument pressed on. It was bittersweet, their fluid motion marred only by their angry eyes staring directly into each other's.
"I thought it was only fair that if I had to tell you every single detail about my life, than you had to tell me too." Syaoran replied. Sakura felt like slapping him in the face, but knew he was right. But now he knew. . . he knew the truth.
"Your father and brother are addicted to aesthum." Syaoran whispered into Sakura's ear, and she felt her knees weakening. That was another huge reason for her feeling of betrayal by Takeshi; he had gotten her own family addicted to a powerful drug and she didn't even know it.
"Yes. And they're in Tomoeda. Holed away in a rehab clinic. They've been there for two years." Sakura bit, fighting back the tears.
"You could have told me." Syaoran whispered as they continued to dance. Sakura shook her head.
"And yet you judged me when I didn't tell you about every skeleton in my closet? You LIED. I hid things. There's a difference." Syaoran snapped back, making it known to Sakura that he was feeling just as betrayed. Sakura nodded slowly, the information computing in her head.
"I know I was wrong. But it hurt to talk about it. And I know it hurt you to talk about your own family being murdered, Syaoran. I know. Now I'm going to take charge and get this guy before he hurts another innocent person." Sakura whispered with venom in her voice.
"Not without me. I've come too far to let someone else claim my revenge." Syaoran replied. They stared at each other for a moment, and the world began to slowly melt away. The strains of music died down until they were nothing more than an echo. Standing there together in each other's arms, Syaoran and Sakura stared deep into the other's eyes. Syaoran shook his head slightly and grabbed the back of Sakura's head in his hand, bringing her lips to his with crushing force. A moment went by as they mingled together, struggling to take in their taste. Their everything.
The world suddenly began to move again as they parted, blushing like fiends. The room was still buzzing, and they were in the center of it all, kissing like fools. Syaoran started whisking Sakura around the room again, blending in with the other costumed people.
"I still love you, Sakura." Syaoran said softly, gazing into her emerald colored eyes with all sincerity.
"I still love you." Sakura replied, returning his gaze. They stopped dancing and walked to the balcony together, Sakura's hand gently placed in Syaoran's.
"So tell me your plan." Syaoran said when they found a secluded place to talk. Sakura smiled wryly and took a small paper out of her clutch.
"I think you'll enjoy this as much as I will."
The party lasted well into the night, the people of Tomoeda dancing away as if they hadn't a care in the world. Sakura and Syaoran watched from a table, their masks still securely tucking their identities away. They knew that a deal would be going down as soon as all the people left the party, and were now only waiting it out. Sharing a few dances, the couple lingered in the company they had cherished only two nights before.
Her heart was racing whenever he touched her; he broke an oath, a sacred vow, just to be with her. Sakura couldn't keep herself from trembling in his grip, and she knew he was feeling it. He tightened his embrace on her and touched her face gently with his fingertips.
"And to think I could have lost all this." Syaoran whispered softly into her ear. Sakura felt a shiver go down her spine, and she smiled.
"It'll never happen, rest assured." Sakura whispered back, making Syaoran smirk. God, he loved that woman.
Around four in the morning, the party began to fade away into the late night air. Sakura and Syaoran watched as people began to depart and took their cues. Heading for the restrooms, Sakura and Syaoran walked into their respective lavatories and waited for silence.
Inside the ladies' room, Sakura peeled off her ball gown, revealing a very tight outfit she had bought the day before. The top was a tight black shirt, and zipped up in the front. Black pants accented her ensemble, and she finished off with black shoes. Sakura swept her hair back into a high ponytail, wrapping some hair around the ponytail and securing it with a pin before deciding she had waited long enough.
Sakura peeked out of her bathroom and saw no one out in the hallway. Slowly she crept over to the men's room where Syaoran was waiting. She checked to make certain no one was inside, and slipped in to find Syaoran adjusting his black turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants.
"You didn't think I was going to come to this unprepared, did you?" Syaoran asked quietly as Sakura put her hands on her hips. It was all he could do to not take her into one of the stalls and have his way with her right then and there. Sakura smirked and walked with Syaoran out into the hallway.
"Now all we need to do is get our man and be done with it." Syaoran replied, and Sakura nodded. She pulled her pistol out of her clutch and strapped it to her side, looking up and smiling a sizzling smile at Syaoran as he strapped his own weapon on.
"Let's finish this." Sakura said, her voice low and determined. Her eyes flashed at Syaoran, who smirked in return as they walked confidently toward the ballroom where they would face their enemies.
Together.
*Someone's in a crapload of trouble, and it's not S&S! You had better believe that people are gonna get the asses handed to them in this next chapter, so watch for it! Anyway, I'm done for now, have a good day and don't forget to try out that little button in the corner to send me feedback!*