A/N: Hi! I'm back after only a day's wait…XD Ok. I'll shut up and start the story now!

Disclaimer: CCS is © Clamp. Which explains why I can't download the torrents to watch the first movie on my comp…--'

This chappie is dedicated to my childhood best friend Leilani7 (who IS NOT WRITING ANY STORIES), the greatest 'critiquer', and the 'worst writer ever', which I disagree strongly with. XP

Chapter Two

Of Plastic Seats and Walkie Talkies

Sakura sat in discomfort in the hard plastic seat, colored an ugly bright orange. Her sweaty hand gripped her purple backpack as she waited for the police receptionist to call her name.

After for what seemed like an eternity, the young woman finally called her name. Sakura leapt out of her chair and explained what she was here for. The lady read her applications and ushered her into the manager's office.

Fidgeting uncomfortably, Sakura sat there, nervous thoughts crowding into her head. Okay, she told herself, what goes on today will affect your whole life.

Wrong move.

Sakura proceeded to squirm in the chair.

BOOM!

The walls shattered, and the sky fell down.

The manager bounded in and took Sakura's hand into both of his, pumping it with so much energy that the poor girl could already see her arm fall off and thump to the floor.

The over-hyper police officer sat down in his chair across from hers, or, as Sakura phrased, threw himself into it, and almost fell over.

"Well, I'm Mr. Borsche, and welcome to the team!" The officer grinned, his bushy mustache lifting to reveal glinting white teeth. Sakura could only sweatdrop.

"What!" The auburn-haired girl rocketed out of her chair.

"Yeah..well…" The roly-poly man scratched his bald head. "Good people like you are hard to come by these days…"

"But you haven't even seen my forms yet! You haven't tested me either! How do you know I'm good?" Sakura said, shocked.

Mr. Borsche only chuckled and winked in the girl's direction.

"Your mom's one of my childhood friends, and she's a mighty good cop herself. These talents run in the family!"

"Oh." Was his quiet answer.

Startled, Mr. Borsche looked at her, and noticed that her head was bent down, bangs shading her emerald eyes.

"Ms. Kinomoto?" the concerned officer ventured.

"Mr. Borsche…" Sakura voiced out.

"Yes?" Expectant silence.

"My parents…they're…dead." A choke.

"Oh. I'm sorry…What about your brother?"

"Gone. They're—they're all gone…" A wracking sob shook the girl's thin shoulders, and Mr. Borsche was forced to feel sorry for her.

"Here." The fatherly man handed Sakura a Kleenex, and waited for her to calm down as she wiped away her tears.

"Thank you, Mr. Borsche." She whispered. "I'll be leaving now."

"Um…make sure you come back next week for training, ok?"

"Ok. What time?"

"Four o'clock, right after school, got it? Now go home and wash up, eat some warm food."

"G'bye, Mr. Borsche. Thank you!" With that, Sakura smiled feebly, and stalked out the door.

"WAIT!" The sound of the knocking over of cups and files greeted Sakura's ears, causing her to cringe.

Popping her head back into the office, she asked, "Um…Mr. Borsche? Are you ok?"

The man was currently seated on the floor, rubbing the side of his head, wincing in pain.

Stepping into the room again, Sakura knelt down by his side.

"Fine, fine." Mr. Borsche waved her away, up-righted his computer chair, and plopped down into it, gesturing for the auburn-haired girl to sit down into the client chair again.

"I almost forgot to give you your stuff! How are you supposed to train next week without supplies, eh?" The elderly man winked, and tugged out a briefcase from his crowded drawer.

Setting the black bag onto the table, he proceeded to open it, revealing a very shiny gun, a complicated walkie-talkie, loaded with tons of buttons and knobs, making Sakura sweatdrop nervously, stain-less steel handcuffs. There were many other little trinkets, including grenades ("Hoee!"), smoke and light bombs, and a small flashlight.

Sakura looked up from the assortment of items, and blinked at Mr. Borsche.

He smiled, and snapped the case closed (a/n: detective conan! ok lol…), startling the girl out of her reverie.

"This will be your stuff from now on. Make sure it doesn't fall into bad hands, and keep an eye on it, ok? Or else…" He paused for a dramatic effect.

"Yes…?"

"…"

"…"

"You die."

"HOE!"

"Just kidding! You'll be stripped of your badge, and you will no longer be able to be a cop-in-training, and have no chances of becoming a real cop either, ok? Same applies for the rules." He smiled, but all this was said in a stern tone.

"Ok."

"Now…your badge. Right. Your badge will be ready for you tomorrow if you take your picture today."

"I'll do it. Is that alright?" Sakura asked.

"Of course!"

Standing up, Mr. Borsche led said girl out of the room, and pushed into a darker chamber.

After five minutes of fussy rearranging by a seemingly gay photographer with dark-rimmed glasses…

Snap!

"Divine!"

The other two occupants in the room glanced at each other, and cringed.

The next day…

"Wow Saku! This is like, totally awesome!" Tomoyo bounced up and down, hyper. "It reeks coolness! I haven't seen these in like, what? A million years!"

The ebony-haired girl sang in a sing-song voice while twirling around with her arms wide open, her sundress spreading out around her as she closed her eyes, enjoying the rays of sun beating down on her pale face, and the gentle breeze.

"Uh…yeah…" Sakura sweatdropped at her best friend's antics, but all the while admired Tomoyo's gracefulness.

"The thing is, this walkie-talkie is…um…" Sakura trailed off, a tint of red staining her cheeks.

"What are you talking about? It looks perfectly fine to me!" Tomoyo ceased her twirling and stared at Sakura. Her beautiful face was filled with befuzzlement and her large amethyst eyes surveyed said gadget's surface.

After Tomoyo's pressing of various buttons of any shape and size, Sakura was shocked to find the new cell phone (from the briefcase) was vibrating and ringing.

Amazed, she immediately pounced on her smug, and all of the sudden stupefied, bestie.

"Speak, girl! Teach meeeeee!" Sakura demanded childishly, shaking her pal's shoulders.

"Alright, alright!" Tomoyo managed to stutter.

Sakura smiled widely, and leaned back, crossing her arms in satisfaction.

--

"Have you got it now!" Tomoyo panted, wiping beads of perspiration from her pale brow.

"Maybe…"

"WHAT!"

"Ok! Ok! I think so!"

Sakura pushed a few buttons, and the high-tech walkie-talkie dialed her cell.

"How'd you know how to work it anyway? I'm the straight A student here!" Sakura glared daggers at her second cousin, who was glittering in all her glory, smug.

"Hey! I get straight-A's too!" Tomoyo responded, putting her hands on her hips, sticking out her tongue, resembling a five year old child.

"Hmph!"

"Sheesh. You have amnesia or something! I used to have one when I was little, remember?" Tomoyo raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"No, I probably got that mixed up with your laptop, computer, printer, that car you could actually drive yourself when you were fourteen, your pony, dog, all your stuffed animals that were taller than you, and all that other crap that you had when you were little because your mom is so frickin' rich!" Sakura shot back.

"Hey! They're not crap!" Tomoyo reprimanded. She settled back, one hand still on her hip, her other twisting her long ebony hair around her pointer finger. "Well…Mom's rich because she works 24/7! Which leaves me where?"

"Whatever…" Sakura rolled her emerald eyes. Suddenly, Tomoyo's cell phone rang.

Turning her head at her best friend, the amethyst-eyed onnanoko glared at Sakura, causing the short-haired other to raise her hands in innocence, dropping the walkie-talkie to the floor.

Quickly jumping on the bag which contained it that was settled on the bench, Tomoyo raised it to her ear.

"Moshi moshi?" A polite greeting was said, as she turned her back towards Sakura.

Sakura could only catch some mumbles from the person at the other end of the line.

"Hai…" Tomoyo said slowly.

After a few minutes, an "alright!" could be heard, and Tomoyo snapped her phone closed.

"Sorry Saku! I have to go home—Mom's back." Tomoyo said apologetically as she turned her head back to address her best friend.

"You wanna come?"

"Oh no! No way! I can't. You know it's the only time for you and your mom to be alone and enjoy some special time together." Sakura backtracked a step, raising her hands in self-defense.

"O-kay…if you say so…" Tomoyo smiled dazzlingly at Sakura one more time, before saying "Sayonara!", slinging her bag onto one shoulder, and running in the direction of her convertible.

"Sayonara, Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura waved, while picking up her own briefcase and walking to her empty, shadowy house, all the time wishing for a warm, loving family to accept her, even if it was just a single mother like Sonomi.

--

"Why do you believe in love anyway?" Sakura asked, annoyed. "It's all gonna end someday."

Tomoyo just gave a mysterious one-sided smile.

"You'll know for yourself when it happens to you!"

The two girls were killing time in a mall, hanging around, trying to decide what to buy for Christmas.

"Hmph," Sakura said stubbornly, unconvinced.

"Really!" Tomoyo insisted, hearing her best friend's sound of contempt.

"Riiiight…"

"Sakura!" A whine.

"As if. I'll never fall in love." Sakura lifted an eyebrow, leaning a glass display case of a dress shop.

"C'mon! You should give it a try. I mean, seriously! You have no idea how many boys there are in our school who are just dying to go out with you! You're just too stubborn to see it!" Tomoyo faced her best friend, standing there with her hands on her hips.

"I don't believe you." Sakura started straight ahead, avoiding Tomoyo's suddenly pleading eyes.

"Saku—Don't be mean!" Tomoyo pouted.

Tints of a smile played at the corners of Sakura's lips, amused by Tomoyo's childish antics.

"Whatever!" Tomoyo turned her back on Sakura and threw her hands up into the air in frustration. "I give up! But don't you come barging into me when you finally believe!"

"Don't worry, Daidouji. I won't!" The auburn-haired girl laughed, using her best friend's last name as a tease.

"Gawd, Kinomoto. Don't be pig-headed," Tomoyo mimicked Sakura's stance, and also leaned against the glass window.

"How'd we get into this conversation anyway?" Sakura wondered out loud.

"Beats me," Tomoyo shrugged. "All I know that my New Year's resolution is to make you believe in love!" She said mysteriously, causing Sakura to giggle.

"Can you believe it? Almost a whole year's gone by!" Sakura exclaimed.

"Yeah…Time passes by really fast, doesn't it?" Tomoyo gave a sidelong glance at Sakura.

"You've got that right!"

"Hey…Sakura…"

"Yeah?"

"What's that buzzing sound?"

"HOE!"

To be continued…

A/N: Well? Whaddaya think? What is that buzzing sound? Please give me some feedback! I'd like to get at least…hm…10 reviews until next time! D'you guys think you can do that for me? –puppy dog eyes-

Please give me some comments about what you think I should add in. Oh…story requests are open, just in case some of you guys want me to write a fic for you! ) As I said before, Sakura and Tomoyo and others'll be OOC 'cuz they're in the States, and well…yeah. After all it IS AU, ne? ;)

So I'll leave you guys hanging here. XD lol. Yes, I know. Bad ending! Please review!

33.

Monster Maggiee…XD!"ave a sidelong glance at Sakugiggle.

ndow.

d'up into the air in frustration. single mother like Sonomi. the floor.ere g