In The Club
(A/N: Go, Go, Go Shorty! Issh yuhr birfday...we gonna party, like its yuhr birfday!.. Haha yeahh I'm sooooo random. Funny, I'm not even listening to that song, I'm listening to Imaginary Superstar by Skye Sweetnam playing air guitar. :P Hehe. The songs in here are soo..i guess stereotypish and I'm sorry..but I was listening to them at the time. Enjoy!)
Loud music boomed shaking the ground. Muffled beats could be heard inside the Porsche. Sakura beamed at the crowded place.
Once Sakura and Syaoran got in, Sakura started dancing as she made her way through. Shake by Ying Yang Twins feat. Pitbull played wildly. Sakura led Syaoran to the middle of the dance floor. She stared struttin her stuff, and Syaoran just started dancing with her. Syaoran noticed some guys checking her out. He moved closer and knew they would back off.
"I'm going to the bar. Want anything?"
"I'm in the mood for a Pina Colada."
Syaoran left Sakura to dance by herself, while he went to get her drink. He reached the bar. A red haired woman behind the bar greeted him. He requested a pina colada and she got to work in front of his eyes.
"This is a really cool place." Syaoran said as he observed the club more carefully. Silver sequence hung from the high ceiling on strings. The entire place was painted black but had clear round windows every here and there.
The tables and chairs were white. Vivid red lights flashed down hitting every spot possible, except for the invisible ceiling. The girl looked back up at Syaoran.
"This is your first time here?"
Syaoran nodded. "I hear that big company Tempta Co. owns this place." Syaoran yelled over the music and only the bartender could hear him.
"Yeah!" She yelled back. The head, Sempa Aki owns this place."
Bingo. Just what Syaoran wanted to hear.
"Oh! She's from Tempta co.?"
"Yeah, she doesn't come here much, except for inspections and check ups. Things like that. She's pretty nice I guess, but I wouldn't say fair."
"Oh! Why is that?"
"Can't say. That's personal stuff." She winked making a a clicking noise with her tongue and shot him her index finger. "So is this Pina Colada for you?" She laughed jokingly. Syaoran laughed to feeling a little warm around the neck, knowing it was sort of ridiculous to ask for that drink.
"No, it's for my girlfriend." He blurted out. What was he talking about? Sakura and him weren't in a relationship. And oh no! He just ruined his chance to flirt more with the girl. Now how was he going to get more out of her?
Surprisingly, she laughed heartily.
"That makes sense. My boyfriend is here too. Today is our anniversary, but I had to work, so he said he'd hang out here till I was done." How sweet!
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Sakura was practically lost in the music until she felt a small bump. She opened her eyes hoping to see Syaoran with her Pina Colada. Wrong! It was a man with black hair and brilliant ocean blue eyes that stared into her emerald ones. His eyebrows jerked up then down as he smiled. Sakura was creeped out already.
"Sorry miss."
"It's alright." She mumbled and went away quickly to find her Syaoran- I mean, just Syaoran…and her Pina Colada. She headed towards the bar, the delicate glasses changing off the edge upside-down. She spotted a black shirt and messed up brown hair leaning on the counter talking to the bartender- a girl! Sakura's pace quickened and soon she was tapping Syaoran's shoulder. His handsome face turned to look at her surprised.
"How long were you going to take with my drink?" She asked fixing her hands at her waiste.
"Sorry, babes" He passed her the drink as she sat down next to him. She have him a weird look. 'Did he just call me 'babes'?'
Syaoran winked at her pleadingly when the bartender turned away from them.
"Oh no, you didn't!" Sakura mouthed choking on her drink. The girl turned around to Sakura alarmed.
"What's wrong, honey-bun? Something in your drink?" Syaoran smirked patting her on the back.
"Are you okay?" The bartender asked concerned. Sakura patted her chest wincing.
"Yeah. Just one too many whoppers I guess." Sakura smiled at the bartender. Her choking calming down.
The girl smiled at her, and held out her cold hand from the ice and cold drinks.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Katsuna Kaori."
Sakura reached out to shake it. Syaoran just stood there amongst the two, afraid to invade this girl thing.
"I'm Yakate Sakura. Just call me Sakura thought." Sakura thought it would be better to keep her last name private. "Alright, Sakura. Please call me Kaori then." She smiled friendly.
"I'm Syaoran." Syaoran was too lazy to think up a name. Kaori laughed. "And we've already met!"
"Yeah." Syaoran turned to Sakura earnestly and put on a little fake acting. "Kaori here told me that this totally, awesome, outstanding, brilliant, fantastic, super club is run by a Tempta Co. head, Sempa Aki." A little too much, don't you think?
"Oooooohhh!" Sakura was falsely interested as she sipped her Pina Colada. "I did not know that!" Her fake surprised face made Syaoran want to laugh. Her bulging eyes and circle-shaped mouth and her head tilted to a sarcastic, obvious side. Luckily, Kaori's head was down again as she made another drink for a customer.
"Yeah." Kaori smiled coming back up. "You know, I sorta know her."
"NO WAY! You do?" Both agent's interrogated.
"Yeah…well not actually. My friend's father has invited her to their house a couple of times. Sort of friendly and business-like. I don't know much about it. But, anyways, there's some rumours that go around in this night club. They say that people have mysteriously went missing." Her voice was now low; probably at normal volume so no one else could hear her. "But you see, only the crew here knows about that rumour, not the public. No one has seen anything, and this place is filthy rich. So it'd be a shame to lose your job here, just for a tiny mistake. We don't talk much about it."
"Why are you working here then?" Sakura asked sort of confused and curious.
"I have to. I'm forced to do my job." She smiled. Her head suddenly jerked sideways for a moment. "Sorry, I have to do something. I'll see you two later! Have a good time." And she ran off. Sakura was finishing her drink when she saw Syaoran smirk at her.
"What?" She asked. "Interesting, huh?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I never knew that sort of thing was in a woman like her, Sempa Aki." He said thoughtfully. Sakura lifted an eyebrow slurping up the cold drink, the level slowly sinking to the bottom.
"I like a girl of mystery. It's sort of sexy. Hot at least."
Sakura looked at him suspiciously; and he looked back mind you. 'I'm mysterious. I'm sexy aren't I?' Childish thoughts started to fill us Sakura like her drink.
"Don't worry, 'Kura. You were mysterious. But now I think I find you predictable." Syaoran joked. It was a lie. I'm not even going to let you know what he thought then. It was too complicated for the both of us to describe as he walked off laughing saying "Ms. Predictable needs anger management" while Sakura chased after him.
Sakura chased him all the way back to the middle of the dance floor. It was funny because as she pushed through dancing people following him at nearly a run, he turned around abruptly that she bumped hard into his firm, warm, well-built, (sigh) chest. Instead of falling back on the floor, his arms reacted and held her. And guess what? She wrapped her arms around him as they swayed to One Wish by Ray J. Her nose was nuzzled into the warmth of his shirt. She inhaled his handsome scent as her eyes closed, her eyelashes brushing over the black material of his shirt. She liked the feel of his back, oddly. It tingled her own back. For some weird reason she had this funny urge to just stroke his back, feeling out the perfect, constructed smoothness. Sakura's ear rested on his chest, and this time, she could hear his heart beat.
If I had one wish…
She'd wish the music would shut up for just two seconds so she could hear his heartbeat properly. She couldn't make out whether it was slow or fast. Why was it so difficult to predict the rate of his heartbeat? Predict, predictable.
"Am I really that predictable?" She asked herself, but unfortunately it cam out loud and clear that Syaoran could hear the words. He thought for a bit and sighed.
'Dear Sakura, you're something interesting everyday as the same person. And after experiencing that for seven years…it's become expected.'
"No." Syaoran whispered, and Sakura could hear his voice vibrate from his chest. "Your mystery is predictable."
Right then and there, wouldn't it have been nice to life her head and kiss him so gently for the how-many-inth time? Kiss him with a mysterious passion that they would both soak up the feelings and understandings of each other. Screw the mannerism and leave her eyes open as she kissed him, staring deep into those meaningful amber one's. Like they were spilling every thought and feeling about them right there to her.
Was this possible?
Possible, yes.
But acceptable in her work and psychological thought?
No. Not to her.
Mr. Terada had mentioned it plenty of times to them about how they manage to have some costly screw up at every mission. Whether it was small like the time mix up on infiltrating a building, or as big as destroying the building itself.
Sakura imagined them as a couple, and could already see the distraction that would cause bigger, more heavy weighted mistakes. The thought of them as a couple, though, gave her a warm relaxing feeling of comfort. No longer an agent. No stupid missions. No worrying. Just relaxing and being with him. And right now, they were deeper than being surrounded by hasty dancing couples in the club…they were in each other.
I've been wondering this for awhile now, buh...haven't you guys wondered why I named this fic 'Killing You Softly'? when I said it had no unwilled murder? Lol well I'm just curious...OOOhhh! And I know I forget a lot of things but I wanted to mention this like 4 chapters ago...I have this idea for a new fanfic. In fact I'm going to put up the First chapter soon. Its called Bad Girl. Came to me during my insomnia. :P Hehe And for those of you who read Love Next Door as well...I will also be updating that...along with my other not so good Mischeif Witches. Anyway, Thanks for the reviews...it's really helped and I love reading them. And thanks also to those anonymous ones that I can't reply to. THANKS A BUNCH!
