Chapter 3 - Doesn't Really Matter
It was one of those days. One of those days where everything seems bleak, where nothin goes right, and try as you might, you can't concentrate. Syaoran sat in the living room of the mansion watching the dreary sky grow dark, the soft pitter-patter of the rain as it splattered against the window being the loudest thing that he could hear. It had been only a few days since his failed attempt at tracking that pathetic model, but to him, it felt like a year. The story hadn't spread to the entire gang, he supposed that was the only good thing. If they knew, they wouldn't think twice of voting to appoint that complete idiot 'Robert' . He shuddered at the thought.
Meilin and Tomoyo were out on a shopping spree, it must have been their second one of the month, and of course, Adam and Eriol were paying. They had been gone for a good five hours, but the girls claimed that they prefered the shops of Tokyo. Hong Kong just didn't feel right to them, they said. Syaoran snorted when he heard this. They didn't care where they shopped as long as they weren't spending their own money, and their moms weren't breathing down their necks about the clothes they wore only once.
Syaoran was getting hungry, but he was too lazy to get up and fix himself something. Anyway, even if he did have the energy, he couldn't cook to save his life. He sighed. He needed to get that model, to get Touya out of hiding, so stirke back against the Dragons. He just needed another plan. That model wasn't smart enough to figure out everything. He sat and thought for a few minutes when he heard the front door open. He watched at Tomoyo and Meilin walked into the living room and looked tired and carrying bags of food. They set the food on the table and collasped onto the couch. Syaoran raised an eyebrow at them.
"What, you were gone for five hours and you didn't buy anything but food?"
Tomoyo and Meilin just looked at him. A moment later, Eriol and Adam came stumbling into the room, there arms full of boxes and bags of all shapes. Syaoran luaghed.
"Hey, how much did that put you back? You'll be paying off that for at least a year."
"Yeah, sure, how about the rest of my life?" muttered Adam as he slowly made his way over to the table to set the things down. Meilin turned and looked at him sharply.
"What did you say?" Eriol just shook his head, Adam would never learn.
"Uh, nothing. I didn' say anything." Adam mumbled. Meilin continued to look at him closely, but motioned towards the food on the table and spoke to Syaoran.
"We stopped and got some Chinese take out. Help yourself."
"Chinese?"
"Do you have a problem?"
"Not now that I'm hungry, no I don't have a problem."
Meilin turned and glared at him. "What is it with you guys today? No matter what I do, even though I thought of you, it's never good enough is it?"
"God Meilin, just calm down, is it that time of the month or what?" Syaoran answered through a mouthful of food.
Meilin jumped up at his remark. "Why do guys alway assume it's 'that time of the month'?" she practically screamed. Then she turned on her heel, and walked up to her room.
The guys just stared at her in shock, while Tomoyo shook her head. She gave Eriol a kiss on the cheek and said thank you before she walked up to Meilin's room to find out what was going on.
The guys looked at each other.
"That time of the month." they said in unison. They burst out laughing, and even Syaoran forgot about his troubles as he say in the living room of his beautiful mansion, laughing over a joke with his best friends. Too bad things couldn't stay like they were.
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"Sakura could you please focus? Stand up straight, or else I'll be forced to poke you with these pins."
Sakura turned and glared at the girl who was fitting the dress on her. She hated it when people spoke to her as though she was three years old, when they thought they were better than her becuase she was just some 'brainless model'.
"Excuse me, but I have not had a very good day, and I do not appreciate those people who are always pestering me. Is that clear?"
The girl seemed so cower as Sakura emerald eyes turned fierce and bore into her own.
"Y-yes. I'm sorry" Sakura turned away and stared at the wall.
"You should be." The girl finished in a matter of seconds and practically ran away from
Sakura. Tom, her manager watched the girl and he walked up to Sakura shaking his head.
"Sakura, what did you say to that poor girl? It's only her first week here, just give her a break."
"It doesn't matter if it's her first week. She comfortable enough here to snap at me, she had better be strong enough for me to snap back."
Tom peered at his prize model. She had never been as happy-go-lucky as one might think watching her from the outside, but it the past months her temper and mood had only gotten worse. Woe behold anybody who dared get in fer way. Despite his constant suggestions to take a short break from all her work, she just made her schedule more and more hectic. He didn't know what was wrong with the poor girl, but he just hoped she would meet somebody who would make her happy. Now all he would do was make sure she didn't over work herself.
"Alright, we'll make sure that the girl never does a fitting for you again okay? Come on, we should get some food into you. Do you feel like Greek food?" He asked jovially.
Sakura just shook her head. "No, not really. I think I'll just skip lunch today. I'm not really feeling hungry."
"Are you sure?" he asked her concerned.
She managed a weak smile. "Yeah I'll be alright. Is this it for today, or do we have something else later?"
Tom took out his palm pilot and began poking at the screen. "Oh, we have that promotional gala for some new Nissan car."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "I don't even understand why I have to be there, I mean I don't even like or drive a Nissan." Tom laughed.
"It doesn't matter to the CEO's son. He couldn't care less if you were the devil in disguise as long as you were in the same room as him.
"Oh god, I forgot about him. What's the dress for tonight?"
"Formal, and be there by 8 o'clock. It's at the Pacific Hotel downtown. Don't be late!"
Sakura laughed. "What makes you think that I'll be late?"
Tom just shook his head. "I'm not sure, does the term 'everything' ring a bell?"
"Shut up!"
"Alright, I'll see you then. Bye!"
Sakura walked to her motorcycle wondering what she was going to wear that night. If she wore something too revealing or nice then that stupid guy would be all over her, but she couldn't look bad, it would be the end or her career. Little did she know that she wouldn't have to worry.
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"Alright guys we have to get down to bussiness. We have to get that model and we have to get her soon. Do any of you have any ideas?"
Syaoran, along with Eriol and Adam were sitting in the dining room with pens, papers, and their laptops. They had just stopped laughing and decided that they should get down to work. Syaroan turned to Adam.
"Do you have a plan of some sort of how to get this girl?" Adam looked surprised.
"What? Why are you asking me?"
Syaoran looked at him while Eriol cleared his throat.
"I have an idea. This evening she will be attending a Mercedes-Benz gala. I'm sure we can get her before she goes to that."
Syaoran looked skeptical. "How did you know that?
"It's in the entertainment section of 'Tokyo Today'. I've been following it for a while. I told you it would pay to read the newspaper." He had on his small smile, the twinkle in his eyes very apperent.
"Give me that." Syaoran demanded, and Eriol obliged, handing him the newspaper. Syaoran skimmed the page, and read the article that Eriol had indicated. He thrust it back, his face emotionless, but his eyes were glinting expectantly. He could feel his adrenaline increase. He was so close. He could have the model in his grasp tonight.
"Alright guys, we have some things that we have to sort out so that this goes smoothly, and so that there will be absolutely no glitches. However, I also think that we should not tell Meilin and Tomoyo about this as they will want to come along, and I don't want them to be in the way. Do you understand? You cannot tell either Tomoyo or Meilin about this." He glanced at both of them, but let his eyes linger on Eriol, and gave him a emphasized look. Eriol sat smiling, undaunted by Syaoran. Syaoran cleared his throat and continued to talk.
"First things first, do we have her address? I believe we still have the information stored from when we had the tracking device." Before he had finished talking, Eriol, was already typing this into his laptop, and he nodded.
"Yes, we do, 2929 Nanako Ave."
"Alright, what do we know abouter career? Any important people that we could use? Managers, agents, fitters, drivers, what do we have?" He looked at Adam who began typing on his laptop, and it was a matter of moments before he let out an exaclamation of triumph.
"Oh I am better than I thought. Okay, let's see what we have hear." He skimmed down and said to Syaoran, "You might want to get a pen." before reading out his findings.
"Alright, both parents deseased, no siblings. Hmm, I guess she doesn't want anybody to know about Touya. Anywho, we have a manager, she's had the same one since she was ten. Tom Marshall, not Japanese obviously. English born, sent over here to do an assignment on new designers ten years ago, met his late wife Saya and decided to make Tokyo his permanent residence. That's about all she has that's consistent. She's never had somebody drive her anywhere more than once, and she replaces her staff more or less annually."
Syaoran was listening intently and then vioced his plan. "Alright, the fact she has no usuall driver will be helpful. First we have to get Tom's home or cell phone number. Then we copy his voice using that program Eriol came up with, call Sakura, tell her that a limo will be driving her to the gala becuase Tom doesn't want her to come on that godforsaken motorcycle. I think that the rest should be obvious." Eriol and Adam were both nodding, but then Syaoran heard a voice from behind him which he hated.
"Well how do you expect to get his telephone number?" The guys turned around to see Robert leaning against the door frame, leading to the kitchen eating an apple. Syaoran looked at him in disdain.
"It's called a phone book Robert, it's this big thick book that we get every year and it lists almost everybody's adresses and their phone numbers!" He said almost all this calmly, as Eriol and Adam sat their sniggering. A faint blush appeared on Robert's face, but he brushed that off.
"Well he could be unlisted you know!", he shot back, though Syaoran merely looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Alright Robert, why don't you go run and play in the sandbox or something. Just let us 'big boys' handle things okay?
Robert glared at Syaoran, and he glared right back. Eriol could tell that they could be in for a very long glaring contest so he decided to nip it in the bud.
"Guys, as fascinating as this is, we do have so work that needs to be done. Goodbye Robert, I trust that you can think of something that we can eat for dinner." Robert turned and glared at Eriol one last time before turning on his heel, and walking about of the room.
Adam laughed and got up. Syaoran eyed him. "Where are you going?"
"To get the phone book? Seriously, that's what you told Robert." A few minutes later, he returned and began leafing the the large yellow book.
"Alright here we are, Marshall, Thomas '555-7681', we're good to go." He took out his cell phone and punched in the numbers, while Eriol connected it with his laptop, and began starting up his program that he had come a by a few years back, enabling them to copy to electrical waves, mimicing any person that they wanted.
"Hello? Hello?" Adam kept silent, he needed to machinery to hook on to Tom's voice first. Eriol gave him a thumbs up, and Adam nodded.
"Hello, this is tha Daily Reporter, we have an article about Sakura Kinomoto coming up, and we would like to ask a few questions, would that be alright?"
"Sorry, but I'm not authorised to talk about Ms. Kinomoto. It's not of my authority."
"Sir, I really need some information at least, this is my first assignment and if I mess it up, I'll get fired! You need to get something as least."
"I'm sorry, but i can't tell you anything!"
"Tell me, does she have a boyfriend? Does she like being whisked around in limos?" He knew that he was talking nonsense, but he needed to keep Tom talking for a while, so that the could detect and make patterns. Eriol motioned that they had enough data so Adam cut him short.
"As I told you, I can't reveal any - "
"Alright, I get the point, bye."
"Wait, where did you say you were from?"
"Bye" Adam said quickly before clicking his phone off.
Adam, Eriol, and Syaoran, all looked at each other, silently, but the message was clear. My midnight, they were going to have Sakura Kinomot in their grasp, and would be one step closer to defeating the Dragons, and most importantly, Touya.
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Sakura Kinomoto had just stepped out of the shower, and was about to put on her dress, when her cell phone rang.
"Watch your step tonight Sakura." It was her brother, and was only the second time that he had spoken to her, but he didn't stay on the line.
She clicked the phone shut, and looked at it curiously. She always watched what she did, the people she interacted with. She put it down, and set towards her closet when it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Sakura!", said Tom's voice on the other line.
"Tom, what is it? Would it be too much of a miracle to say that I don't have to go tonight?"
"No, no, Sakura." he said laughing. "I'll have a limo picking you up tonight though. You have to look your best. Some agents will be there searching out new faces."
Sakura sighed. She didn't care for limos, but she knew that Tom could be awfully fussy when it came to new projects, she complied.
"Alright Tom. Seven o'clock."
"Bye Sakura.", he said, before clicking his phone off.
Sakura sighed again. Now she had to put extra effort into her apperance, becuase there would be agents. She hated doing her make-up. She went and put on a light pink mini-dress with large white flowers, before going and maticulously puting her hair up into two slightly messing buns, and putting on some light make - up. By the time she finished, there were only two more minutes to when Tom was picking her up so her hurried put on her shoes and ran out the door.
The limo was there alright, lrage and gleaming. A tall, young, good looking guy with Navy blue hair was standing by the door, and when he saw he approach, he smiled, and opened the door. She smiled back, thinking how friendly he was. She stepped into the car, but the guy said something so she turned to look at him. Maybe that was why she didn't notice somebody was in the car with her. A somebody that held a cloth to her face, smelling sickly sweet. She turned her head to look at the person, and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was a pair of intense, amber eyes.
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The sun was streaming through the window before Sakura eyes started to flutter. She opened them warily, and sat up shakily. She was lying on a large bed with light yellow sheets. The room was yellow in general and very large. She tried to get off the bed, but noticed she was handcuffed to the bed post. She smirked at herself. Her captors certainly didn't know much about her. She took a bobby pin out of her hair, and started working at the hand cuffs. In a matter of moments, she was free of her burden. She knew that going through the door would just lead to the rest of the house, and for all she knew, it could be a maze, so she decided to take her chances with the large window.
She walked over to it, and looked out. She was on the second floor, but that would be no problem. She slid open the window quietly, and it made quite a bit of noise squeaking. She winced. She put one leg of the window, and was about to swing the other leg over when a strong arm pulled he back, and placed he on the floor. She whirled her head around only to be face to face with one of the mst gorgeous guys she had ever seen. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared into those amber eyes she had seen yesterday. She looked at her coldly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
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It was one of those days. One of those days where everything seems bleak, where nothin goes right, and try as you might, you can't concentrate. Syaoran sat in the living room of the mansion watching the dreary sky grow dark, the soft pitter-patter of the rain as it splattered against the window being the loudest thing that he could hear. It had been only a few days since his failed attempt at tracking that pathetic model, but to him, it felt like a year. The story hadn't spread to the entire gang, he supposed that was the only good thing. If they knew, they wouldn't think twice of voting to appoint that complete idiot 'Robert' . He shuddered at the thought.
Meilin and Tomoyo were out on a shopping spree, it must have been their second one of the month, and of course, Adam and Eriol were paying. They had been gone for a good five hours, but the girls claimed that they prefered the shops of Tokyo. Hong Kong just didn't feel right to them, they said. Syaoran snorted when he heard this. They didn't care where they shopped as long as they weren't spending their own money, and their moms weren't breathing down their necks about the clothes they wore only once.
Syaoran was getting hungry, but he was too lazy to get up and fix himself something. Anyway, even if he did have the energy, he couldn't cook to save his life. He sighed. He needed to get that model, to get Touya out of hiding, so stirke back against the Dragons. He just needed another plan. That model wasn't smart enough to figure out everything. He sat and thought for a few minutes when he heard the front door open. He watched at Tomoyo and Meilin walked into the living room and looked tired and carrying bags of food. They set the food on the table and collasped onto the couch. Syaoran raised an eyebrow at them.
"What, you were gone for five hours and you didn't buy anything but food?"
Tomoyo and Meilin just looked at him. A moment later, Eriol and Adam came stumbling into the room, there arms full of boxes and bags of all shapes. Syaoran luaghed.
"Hey, how much did that put you back? You'll be paying off that for at least a year."
"Yeah, sure, how about the rest of my life?" muttered Adam as he slowly made his way over to the table to set the things down. Meilin turned and looked at him sharply.
"What did you say?" Eriol just shook his head, Adam would never learn.
"Uh, nothing. I didn' say anything." Adam mumbled. Meilin continued to look at him closely, but motioned towards the food on the table and spoke to Syaoran.
"We stopped and got some Chinese take out. Help yourself."
"Chinese?"
"Do you have a problem?"
"Not now that I'm hungry, no I don't have a problem."
Meilin turned and glared at him. "What is it with you guys today? No matter what I do, even though I thought of you, it's never good enough is it?"
"God Meilin, just calm down, is it that time of the month or what?" Syaoran answered through a mouthful of food.
Meilin jumped up at his remark. "Why do guys alway assume it's 'that time of the month'?" she practically screamed. Then she turned on her heel, and walked up to her room.
The guys just stared at her in shock, while Tomoyo shook her head. She gave Eriol a kiss on the cheek and said thank you before she walked up to Meilin's room to find out what was going on.
The guys looked at each other.
"That time of the month." they said in unison. They burst out laughing, and even Syaoran forgot about his troubles as he say in the living room of his beautiful mansion, laughing over a joke with his best friends. Too bad things couldn't stay like they were.
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"Sakura could you please focus? Stand up straight, or else I'll be forced to poke you with these pins."
Sakura turned and glared at the girl who was fitting the dress on her. She hated it when people spoke to her as though she was three years old, when they thought they were better than her becuase she was just some 'brainless model'.
"Excuse me, but I have not had a very good day, and I do not appreciate those people who are always pestering me. Is that clear?"
The girl seemed so cower as Sakura emerald eyes turned fierce and bore into her own.
"Y-yes. I'm sorry" Sakura turned away and stared at the wall.
"You should be." The girl finished in a matter of seconds and practically ran away from
Sakura. Tom, her manager watched the girl and he walked up to Sakura shaking his head.
"Sakura, what did you say to that poor girl? It's only her first week here, just give her a break."
"It doesn't matter if it's her first week. She comfortable enough here to snap at me, she had better be strong enough for me to snap back."
Tom peered at his prize model. She had never been as happy-go-lucky as one might think watching her from the outside, but it the past months her temper and mood had only gotten worse. Woe behold anybody who dared get in fer way. Despite his constant suggestions to take a short break from all her work, she just made her schedule more and more hectic. He didn't know what was wrong with the poor girl, but he just hoped she would meet somebody who would make her happy. Now all he would do was make sure she didn't over work herself.
"Alright, we'll make sure that the girl never does a fitting for you again okay? Come on, we should get some food into you. Do you feel like Greek food?" He asked jovially.
Sakura just shook her head. "No, not really. I think I'll just skip lunch today. I'm not really feeling hungry."
"Are you sure?" he asked her concerned.
She managed a weak smile. "Yeah I'll be alright. Is this it for today, or do we have something else later?"
Tom took out his palm pilot and began poking at the screen. "Oh, we have that promotional gala for some new Nissan car."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "I don't even understand why I have to be there, I mean I don't even like or drive a Nissan." Tom laughed.
"It doesn't matter to the CEO's son. He couldn't care less if you were the devil in disguise as long as you were in the same room as him.
"Oh god, I forgot about him. What's the dress for tonight?"
"Formal, and be there by 8 o'clock. It's at the Pacific Hotel downtown. Don't be late!"
Sakura laughed. "What makes you think that I'll be late?"
Tom just shook his head. "I'm not sure, does the term 'everything' ring a bell?"
"Shut up!"
"Alright, I'll see you then. Bye!"
Sakura walked to her motorcycle wondering what she was going to wear that night. If she wore something too revealing or nice then that stupid guy would be all over her, but she couldn't look bad, it would be the end or her career. Little did she know that she wouldn't have to worry.
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"Alright guys we have to get down to bussiness. We have to get that model and we have to get her soon. Do any of you have any ideas?"
Syaoran, along with Eriol and Adam were sitting in the dining room with pens, papers, and their laptops. They had just stopped laughing and decided that they should get down to work. Syaroan turned to Adam.
"Do you have a plan of some sort of how to get this girl?" Adam looked surprised.
"What? Why are you asking me?"
Syaoran looked at him while Eriol cleared his throat.
"I have an idea. This evening she will be attending a Mercedes-Benz gala. I'm sure we can get her before she goes to that."
Syaoran looked skeptical. "How did you know that?
"It's in the entertainment section of 'Tokyo Today'. I've been following it for a while. I told you it would pay to read the newspaper." He had on his small smile, the twinkle in his eyes very apperent.
"Give me that." Syaoran demanded, and Eriol obliged, handing him the newspaper. Syaoran skimmed the page, and read the article that Eriol had indicated. He thrust it back, his face emotionless, but his eyes were glinting expectantly. He could feel his adrenaline increase. He was so close. He could have the model in his grasp tonight.
"Alright guys, we have some things that we have to sort out so that this goes smoothly, and so that there will be absolutely no glitches. However, I also think that we should not tell Meilin and Tomoyo about this as they will want to come along, and I don't want them to be in the way. Do you understand? You cannot tell either Tomoyo or Meilin about this." He glanced at both of them, but let his eyes linger on Eriol, and gave him a emphasized look. Eriol sat smiling, undaunted by Syaoran. Syaoran cleared his throat and continued to talk.
"First things first, do we have her address? I believe we still have the information stored from when we had the tracking device." Before he had finished talking, Eriol, was already typing this into his laptop, and he nodded.
"Yes, we do, 2929 Nanako Ave."
"Alright, what do we know abouter career? Any important people that we could use? Managers, agents, fitters, drivers, what do we have?" He looked at Adam who began typing on his laptop, and it was a matter of moments before he let out an exaclamation of triumph.
"Oh I am better than I thought. Okay, let's see what we have hear." He skimmed down and said to Syaoran, "You might want to get a pen." before reading out his findings.
"Alright, both parents deseased, no siblings. Hmm, I guess she doesn't want anybody to know about Touya. Anywho, we have a manager, she's had the same one since she was ten. Tom Marshall, not Japanese obviously. English born, sent over here to do an assignment on new designers ten years ago, met his late wife Saya and decided to make Tokyo his permanent residence. That's about all she has that's consistent. She's never had somebody drive her anywhere more than once, and she replaces her staff more or less annually."
Syaoran was listening intently and then vioced his plan. "Alright, the fact she has no usuall driver will be helpful. First we have to get Tom's home or cell phone number. Then we copy his voice using that program Eriol came up with, call Sakura, tell her that a limo will be driving her to the gala becuase Tom doesn't want her to come on that godforsaken motorcycle. I think that the rest should be obvious." Eriol and Adam were both nodding, but then Syaoran heard a voice from behind him which he hated.
"Well how do you expect to get his telephone number?" The guys turned around to see Robert leaning against the door frame, leading to the kitchen eating an apple. Syaoran looked at him in disdain.
"It's called a phone book Robert, it's this big thick book that we get every year and it lists almost everybody's adresses and their phone numbers!" He said almost all this calmly, as Eriol and Adam sat their sniggering. A faint blush appeared on Robert's face, but he brushed that off.
"Well he could be unlisted you know!", he shot back, though Syaoran merely looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Alright Robert, why don't you go run and play in the sandbox or something. Just let us 'big boys' handle things okay?
Robert glared at Syaoran, and he glared right back. Eriol could tell that they could be in for a very long glaring contest so he decided to nip it in the bud.
"Guys, as fascinating as this is, we do have so work that needs to be done. Goodbye Robert, I trust that you can think of something that we can eat for dinner." Robert turned and glared at Eriol one last time before turning on his heel, and walking about of the room.
Adam laughed and got up. Syaoran eyed him. "Where are you going?"
"To get the phone book? Seriously, that's what you told Robert." A few minutes later, he returned and began leafing the the large yellow book.
"Alright here we are, Marshall, Thomas '555-7681', we're good to go." He took out his cell phone and punched in the numbers, while Eriol connected it with his laptop, and began starting up his program that he had come a by a few years back, enabling them to copy to electrical waves, mimicing any person that they wanted.
"Hello? Hello?" Adam kept silent, he needed to machinery to hook on to Tom's voice first. Eriol gave him a thumbs up, and Adam nodded.
"Hello, this is tha Daily Reporter, we have an article about Sakura Kinomoto coming up, and we would like to ask a few questions, would that be alright?"
"Sorry, but I'm not authorised to talk about Ms. Kinomoto. It's not of my authority."
"Sir, I really need some information at least, this is my first assignment and if I mess it up, I'll get fired! You need to get something as least."
"I'm sorry, but i can't tell you anything!"
"Tell me, does she have a boyfriend? Does she like being whisked around in limos?" He knew that he was talking nonsense, but he needed to keep Tom talking for a while, so that the could detect and make patterns. Eriol motioned that they had enough data so Adam cut him short.
"As I told you, I can't reveal any - "
"Alright, I get the point, bye."
"Wait, where did you say you were from?"
"Bye" Adam said quickly before clicking his phone off.
Adam, Eriol, and Syaoran, all looked at each other, silently, but the message was clear. My midnight, they were going to have Sakura Kinomot in their grasp, and would be one step closer to defeating the Dragons, and most importantly, Touya.
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Sakura Kinomoto had just stepped out of the shower, and was about to put on her dress, when her cell phone rang.
"Watch your step tonight Sakura." It was her brother, and was only the second time that he had spoken to her, but he didn't stay on the line.
She clicked the phone shut, and looked at it curiously. She always watched what she did, the people she interacted with. She put it down, and set towards her closet when it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Sakura!", said Tom's voice on the other line.
"Tom, what is it? Would it be too much of a miracle to say that I don't have to go tonight?"
"No, no, Sakura." he said laughing. "I'll have a limo picking you up tonight though. You have to look your best. Some agents will be there searching out new faces."
Sakura sighed. She didn't care for limos, but she knew that Tom could be awfully fussy when it came to new projects, she complied.
"Alright Tom. Seven o'clock."
"Bye Sakura.", he said, before clicking his phone off.
Sakura sighed again. Now she had to put extra effort into her apperance, becuase there would be agents. She hated doing her make-up. She went and put on a light pink mini-dress with large white flowers, before going and maticulously puting her hair up into two slightly messing buns, and putting on some light make - up. By the time she finished, there were only two more minutes to when Tom was picking her up so her hurried put on her shoes and ran out the door.
The limo was there alright, lrage and gleaming. A tall, young, good looking guy with Navy blue hair was standing by the door, and when he saw he approach, he smiled, and opened the door. She smiled back, thinking how friendly he was. She stepped into the car, but the guy said something so she turned to look at him. Maybe that was why she didn't notice somebody was in the car with her. A somebody that held a cloth to her face, smelling sickly sweet. She turned her head to look at the person, and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was a pair of intense, amber eyes.
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The sun was streaming through the window before Sakura eyes started to flutter. She opened them warily, and sat up shakily. She was lying on a large bed with light yellow sheets. The room was yellow in general and very large. She tried to get off the bed, but noticed she was handcuffed to the bed post. She smirked at herself. Her captors certainly didn't know much about her. She took a bobby pin out of her hair, and started working at the hand cuffs. In a matter of moments, she was free of her burden. She knew that going through the door would just lead to the rest of the house, and for all she knew, it could be a maze, so she decided to take her chances with the large window.
She walked over to it, and looked out. She was on the second floor, but that would be no problem. She slid open the window quietly, and it made quite a bit of noise squeaking. She winced. She put one leg of the window, and was about to swing the other leg over when a strong arm pulled he back, and placed he on the floor. She whirled her head around only to be face to face with one of the mst gorgeous guys she had ever seen. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared into those amber eyes she had seen yesterday. She looked at her coldly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
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