SourPop1004: Ok.people who want to kill me cuz I haven't written chapter 8
of magic in 3 or 4 months.I'm here to make it up to you all. The Intern is
my newest series and I promise I won't abandon it. I really like this plot
and I think it's a whole lot better than Magic. Sorry but there's no magic
in this one but it's gonna be really really really good so please read and
review. My chapters might be a tad bit longer than my usual stories but
anyway, about the story. Basically everything about the basic plot of The
Intern is explained in the introductory paragraph down there. So people,
please read before you kill me. and make sure you people review. I'm gonna
see how the reviews turn out first and if I think it's not enough, I'm
gonna put a minimum limit of reviews before the next chapter. I know you
guys hate that I really really need reviews to fuel me.so.let's read, shall
we?
Dedicated to
my best friend that lives in The Middle of Nowhere.
SweetAngel.
THE INTERN
By: SourPop1004 (ME!)
It was busy day at the Tokyo Police Department. Men ran around with stacks of police records and files, papers flying everywhere like a winter snowstorm in the middle of August. The women were busy taking in calls. The police officers were busy helping themselves to coffee and donuts while trying to interview the people who had some how broken the law and was in their police office. Yes. This was a typical day in TPD. Well, the busy life style was what went on in the main part of the department. People may see the busy and hard working men and women of the police force, but what they don't see is what happens in the more private parts of the police station. Little does the police officers know, the offices of the high and might lye in the back of the building. Unless you were someone of high importance and power, it wasn't usual that you'd see these rooms. These people work silently while the day goes on, they handle the deadliest of crimes. They face danger everyday. These are the people that put themselves on the line to solve the hardest of cases. True that every officer in the building was putting themselves on the line when on duty, but these people are the ones that stop terrorists, bombers, etc. Even though these "Special Forces" are located in every major city in the world, things are always happening. Currently the TPD had its hands full with one particular case that they could never solve. That was all about to change when came, THE INTERN.
The sun shown bright in the clear blue sky. The clouds bouncing along. The gentle breeze of approaching autumn. A gun shot.
Police cars were flying down the freeway, chasing a black Mercedes Benz with a license plate HO HO HO. While the police cars aimed bullets towards the black car's wheels, the Mercedes Benz wove in and out of traffic, coming dangerously close with a neighboring truck. When the criminal was so close to freedom, a black Lexus Jeep came shooting out of no where, ramming into the side of the Benz. Smoke started to rise towards the orange sky. The sun was already setting. Even from all the chaos, the sky seemed peaceful. Dozens of police cars screeched to a halt. Officers jumped out of their cars and rushed over to the two crushed cars. One of the men pulled the unconscious criminal out of the black Benz. The man was drenched in blood and blacked out, but not dead. After the paramedics examined the convict, they concluded that his injuries weren't deadly, but bunch of bruises and light gashes. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to the other man that had been in the Lexus. He rolled out of the driver's seat with gash in his forehead. Even with all the blood, he seemed fine for the fact that he stood up and walked over to the convict and the other police officers. After a few minutes of examination from the paramedics, he was giving a few stitches on his forehead to close the wound. As he passed by the other officers, they all gave him a pat on the back murmuring words of a job well done. When he reached the end of the crowd of officers, he found an empty police car. Just as he was about to get in, a man in a trench coat came running towards him. The man in the trench coat didn't have a look of relief but of anger.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!!! ALL MY LIFE AS A POLICE OFFICER AND CHIEF COMANDER, I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN SUCH STUPIDITY IN MY LIFE! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING THIS CARELESS AND RUTHLESS? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME DETECTIVE LI? ONE MORE IDIOTIC STUNT LIKE THIS, AND I'LL - - -"
The commanding chief officer of TPD was cut off by his officer's slow, sly grin.
"I know you love me," replied Detective Li.
The other police officers fell into a fit of laughter, but were quickly silenced by the chief officer's glare. Then a smile slowly spread on the chief's face. He quickly embraced his officer and gave a tight pat on the back.
"You know, I was this crazy once. Those were the good old days. Anyway, I'll let it slide this time, but don't think I like you," warned the chief, "Lets all go home. Donuts on me today!"
The entire police force cheered and clapped admiringly at Detective Li for a job well done and for the free donuts.
Yup, that was him. Li Syaoran, Detective of TPD. The bravest, most ruthless, smartest, and not to mention the hottest (for the ladies, anyway) detective in Tokyo. He was an ordinary detective but was also part of the Special Force.
At the police station, everyone was helping themselves to donuts and coffee. Everyone was cheering and having a great time, while the hero of the day sat silently sipping coffee in his office looking over a case that had the Special Forces Department involved. As he sat there pondering and trying to understand the motives of the criminals, a young officer, about Syaoran's age, burst through the door.
"What is it Takashi?"
"Guess what? You know how it's been a while since Mrs. Fields retired. Well."
"Well what?"
"Chief's thinking of hiring a replacement. Actually an intern!"
"And this would make you happy.how?"
"YOU ARE SOOOO BLIND! WHAT IF IT'S A NEW GIRL? A HOT NEW GIRL?!" Takashi clapped with joy.
"You have a GIRLFRIEND for God's sake! Uph.Takashi, I've gotta hand it to ya. Never thought you'd be this low." Syaoran replied, shacking his head with pity at his frenzied friend. Before Takashi could reply, Syaoran quickly pushed him out and shut the door, locking it.
"OK Syaoran, but I'm warning you! The other guys are gonna get her first!" came a muffled voice from outside his office window.
"Well OK then. Bye bye." With that, Syaoran shut the blinds of his window and sat back down in his chair. "That Takashi." thought Syaoran, and grinned at the thought of his friend.
The next day, a new message had been posted in the City Bulletin Board. It read:
HELP WANTED
The Tokyo Police Department is looking for a new intern.
If you are:
20 or over
Is organized
Is neat
Has a flexible schedule
And can handle dozens of donut orders
You are qualified to be interviewed this Friday.
Resumes are to be handed in by Thursday.
So please take this great opportunity and come by the station to pick up a form.
The TPD will be looking forward to you all participants.
Even though it was a busy day in the streets of Tokyo, there was a small crowd forming around the bulletin board. A certain violet-haired girl was pulling in her friend to see the announcement. With a broad smile on her face, she turned to her friend.
"Sakura-chan, why don't YOU try out for this internship? I mean, it'll be super!"
"But.I.me at a police station?"
"Why not!?"
"Well.I guess but I already have a job at the local coffee shop and I already have an internship at the Tokyo Medical Support Hospital."
"Wah!!! That's perfect Sakura-chan! You are over 20. You are organized and neat for you work at a hospital. And you definitely know how to take orders from at least 15 different people at the same time. I mean, you were named employee of the month THREE straight months in a row. And besides, if you become an intern, I think Mrs. Preach will give you extra credit for class AND when we graduate at the end of this year, and internship at the hospital AND the police station would look awesome on a resume. AND Chiharu's boyfriend, Yamazaki Takashi, is a police officer so you'll see him there!"
Sakura was speechless. She wanted to defy everything her best friend had just said but couldn't, for Tomoyo was right. Right down to the last word.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Sakura smiled at her friend.
"You know what Tomoyo? That's a great idea. Let's go get my application."
Tomoyo's eyes brightened and shimmered under the bright yellow sun. Her long wavy violet hair was rimming with light.
"That's a great idea Sakura-chan. Let's go!" Both girls got into a white Lexus Jeep, Sakura at the driver's seat. (Ooh.how much I love pairing couples with the same cars.but with different colors.hehe.)
Sakura got out of her car and slowly walked toward the steps of TPD. Sakura nervously stared at the high metal doors. She nervously turned back towards where her car was parked. Tomoyo gave a huge smile and put two thumbs up. Sakura could only return a small weak smile. Clearing her mind of all fear, she pushed through the door and stopped to stare at the busy people everywhere. She slowly walked up towards the counter. Even through all the busyness, The woman at the front desk warmly smiled and directed her attention to Sakura.
"How may I help you miss?"
"Umm.I'm here to pick up an application for the internship." Sakura trailed off directing her attention towards a corner where a woman was fighting to get out of the police's strong grasp.
"Oh yes! The applications are right over there," replied the lady, pointing towards a wall covered with notes and messages.
"Arigato," Sakura replied curtly. She smiled and started her way towards the wall. It was strange for Sakura to be at a police station. She never got any speeding tickets, no parking tickets, or tickets in general. And she definitely didn't do anything wrong to end up here.
As she squeezed past a crowded counter, she saw the wall of messages. She couldn't help but stand there and stare at all the messages and notes. Slowly taking an application, she stood there admiring all the pictures the police department had put up of their children, parents, friends, and basically everyone dear to them. To her surprise, she found a picture of her friend Chiharu. Obviously Takashi had pinned it up. As she was looking at all the wonderful pictures on the wall, she failed to notice that right next to the board was a long bench full of people who had done something wrong to be brought here. At the edge of the bench sat a well-built man in a pair of baggy black pants, a dirty white shirt, and a beanie. The man stared at Sakura's waist with dirty eyes. Before he could do anything, an officer, carrying a clipboard and a pen, came over.
"OK Jax. What are you in here for.again?"
"Hey there Detective? Didn't know you interviewed scum like me? I thought you were a detective?"
"Well, let's just say that there haven't been any cases for me to solve. So might as well make myself useful and help out around here." Of course, Syaoran was lying when he said he had to case. He did have one particular one that he was having a hard time cracking. He knew who the criminal was; it was just that he didn't have any evidence.for now anyway.
"I see."
"Ok, so why are you in here this time?"
"I swear, I didn't do anything!"
"Are we gonna start this game again? OK, obviously you did something. That's why you're in here. Get it?"
Jax was silent. Syaoran was about to ask again when an officer came up to Syaoran and started engaging in some deep conversation. Seeing his chance, Jax turned his attention to the girl staring at the board. Her long wavy honey hair fell back behind her, reaching almost her waist. Under the bright white light of the police building and the crowd of people, she seemed to stand out. She was wearing a loose pink sweater, a pair of faded jeans, and a pair of yellow flip-flops. Jax slowly reached out his long tattooed arm towards her butt. Just before he could reach and grab her, Syaoran smacked Jax's head with his clipboard. Jax knew that Syaoran had caught him and jerked back.
"What? What did I do?"
Syaoran gave Jax a piercing stare. Handing the clipboard to the other officer, Syaoran coolly said, "Write him up for sexual assault."
"What!?!" Jax looked unbelieving.
"If you were staring at her that long with those eyes, I KNOW you did something wrong out there. Some girl probably reported you." Syaoran trailed off, "Now don't tell me I'm wrong. I know you Jax. I know you well enough to know what you were up to."
Jax was silent. Syaoran was right. He was in here for stalking some girl. She probably was creeped out and called the police. "Damn you Li!" thought Jax. Seeing the grim face of Jax, Syaoran knew he had hit bull's eye. He slowly smiled. Syaoran turned toward the girl staring mindlessly at the wall.
"Miss ---" Before Syaoran could finish, Takashi pushed through and tapped the girl in the pink sweater. Sakura swung around and saw Takashi. She immediately smiled.
"Takashi! Wow! I totally forgot that you work here!"
"Hehe.well anyway, what brings you here to my humble workplace?" Takashi gave a gentle smile.
"Oh, I was here to pick up an application for the internship. But got stuck staring at this wall here. And I saw Chiharu's picture on the wall. That's so sweet of you!"
"Aww.that was nothing." Takashi blushed lightly.
Syaoran stared blankly at the two of them. "She must be Takashi's girlfriend's friend." Syaoran thought. Breaking Syaoran's thoughts, Sakura's phone rang. Sakura reached into her pocket and pulled out a small white cell phone with a crystal cherry blossom dangling from it. With her slender fingers, she flicked open her cell phone.
"Moshi moshi. Sakura speaking. Chiharu-chan! My gosh! I'm at the police station right now. . Huh? NO! I didn't do anything wrong!" Sakura wrinkled her pretty little nose.
Syaoran gave a small grin before switching back to his blank expression.
"Umm.Uh-huh.yeah.uh-huh.oh.ok. Wait up a sec."
Sakura turned to Takashi and handed him the phone.
"She wants to talk to you. Make it quick, I need to get going." Sakura winked at him. Timidly he took the phone from her and placed it to his ear. As Takashi and Chiharu's conversation deepened, he walked towards the corner of the room. Sakura could see Takashi's frenzied face. After ten minutes, he blew kisses into the phone and closed it. Then he walked over and handed Sakura her phone.
"Isn't she great?" he asked with that dreamy sort of look in his eyes. Sakura couldn't help but giggle.
"Yeah Takashi.whatever you say. Hehe.anyway, I have to be going. I'll talk you later. Bye."
Sakura hugged Takashi and kissed him on the cheek and left. When Takashi turned around, Syaoran was smiling his evil smile and staring at him.
"What?"
There was silence.
"So is she gonna try out for the internship?" Syaoran asked.
"Uh.yeah. Hey! I thought you didn't care."
"I don't, but gotta hand it to ya. She was pretty." Takashi smiled.
"Want me to hook you guys up or what? I know there's a Li Syaoran in there that's dying to go on a date."
Syaoran chuckled.
"No thanks. You know I don't have the time." Syaoran trailed off. He knew that was partly true but also a lie.
"Yes.I know I know.the TIME! Will you EVER have the time?"
"Apparently not. You know I have to solve this case. It's important." Syaoran replied just above a whisper.
"Yeah.alright. Fine! But AFTER you solve this case, I am gonna line you up with dates. And you BETTER pick one special girl from them. I'm tired you just sitting there in your office day after day. Syaoran, admit it. You have GOT TO get a social life."
Takashi patted Syaoran's back in sympathy.
"Deal. You can make me date until my face gets blue until I find that someone.but AFTER the case is solved."
Takashi and Syaoran smiled and shook hands.
When Sakura got outside, she found Tomoyo standing in front of the stairs and staring at her car.
"Tomoyo-chan, what are you doing?"
"Well.come here for a minute. Look," Tomoyo pointed towards her car and the car next to hers. It was the exact same car except it was in black and it was crushed in the front.
"Wow.what a coincidence.well anyway, Tomoyo-chan, I think we should get going."
"Yeah, you're right. When we get home, I can help you fill out that form. OK?"
"Sounds good to me." Sakura smiled and got into her car. Tomoyo followed and sat in the passenger's seat. The inside of the car smelled of fresh cherry blossoms. After watching if a car was coming, Sakura pulled of the parking area and drove off towards Tomoyo and her house.
Sakura got out of her car and with a click her car was locked. Tomoyo was already at their apartment door with the keys. When Sakura and Tomoyo got into Tokyo University, Tomoyo's mom had generously gave them this apartment to live in while attending school. Originally, The plan was for Sakura and Tomoyo to live in the large apartment but ended up with 3 other girls: Chiharu, Naoko, and Rika. I guess you could say it was like some sort of private boarding house.
When Sakura and Tomoyo got home, Naoko greeted them.
"Konichiiwa Sakura-chan, Tomoyo-chan," greeted Naoko with a smile. Naoko was on the kitchen table typing up a report.
"Hey Naoko!" chimed Tomoyo and Sakura.
"What's that?" Naoko was pointing towards the packet of paper that Sakura was holding.
"Oh! This! This is an application for an internship at the TPD."
"Wow! Sakura-chan taking on the law!" Naoko replied with a huge smile and giggled.
Sakura blushed.
"OK, um.I'm gonna go upstairs and finish my report. Can you believe I have 30 pages to fill for Preach's class?" Sakura gave half a smile thinking of all the sleepless nights she'll have to go through.
"Well good luck Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo sympathized. She was glad she didn't have Mrs. Preach.
"Thanks Tomoyo-chan. After I get somewhat down, you can come up and help fill out my form. OK?"
Tomoyo nodded, looking towards the top of the stairs where Sakura stood.
Sakura went into her room, which was between Tomoyo's and Rika's. She opened the door and stepped in. Nothing had changed. It was still very pink. When they first moved in, which was about three years ago, Sakura had let Tomoyo decorate her room. Her room was a soft shade of pink. In the corner was her bed. It was covered in light pink blanket that had intricate designs of cherry blossoms, stitched on with perfection. Her pillow was the same. Next to her bed was a small light pink drawer with a lamp on it. On the opposing side of the room was her light pink desk complete with a white laptop, a light stand, and a pink computer chair. For heaven's sake, even the carpet and the walls were like pink! Anyhow, the wall that was between her bed and desk, was where there was a huge window with a balcony. Behind the transparent pink curtains were the white doors what led outside towards the balcony where she had put out a small table and chair. She found it comforting to read by lantern light under the stars.
Sakura walked towards her desk and pulled out the chair and sat. She turned on the computer and her usual pink desktop topped up. Sakura opened her report file and started to work. After a few grunts and sighs, Sakura had managed to finish her report. To Sakura, time had seemed to stop. She wasn't moving forward or backwards. There was a faint knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Tomoyo."
"Come in."
Tomoyo walked in and found an almost dead looking Sakura.
"Sakura-chan, I think you should wash up. Are you done yet with your report?"
"Uhh." Sakura looked at the computer screen. She scanned what she had written and grinned. "Yup! I'm done. I'll revise and stuff later but I'm done."
"Good. Why don't you wash up and get ready. We have a guest coming."
"Oh.who.?"
"The TPD is sending someone over." Tomoyo trailed off.
"What? What happen? Is something wrong?"
"No.no.it's just that."
Tomoyo came towards Sakura's bed and sat down.
"You can tell me Tomoyo."
"OK. But you've got to keep it a secret though. Alright?" Sakura nodded.
"Well, for the past few months, my mom's company has been.umm.not so well. Someone's taking out money from the company's treasury without any permission. And when I say taking money out, I mean billions and billions. But that's not the thing. We don't care as much about the money but the thing that's the not so good part is that the police are relating the billions of money loss with this black market trade or something. So whoever's taking the money out, is using it to manufacture illegal items and selling it on the black market. So the police are trying to interview everyone close to the treasury and trying to figure out who is doing it, where the money is going, and what it's being used for. And I guess they they're interviewing me because I take out money from the treasury also. Well, of course I have permission. I'm not doing anything wrong with the money. I'm just using it to fund my fashion shows and things."
True. When Tomoyo had gone to TU, she had finally decided to put out a line of her own clothing. Her mom had helped her get started but now, she was well on her own. Her designs were a huge success, and the only time she ever used her mom's money was when each season, a new fashion show was due. Tomoyo had always refused her mom's generous offers but always ended up allowing her mom to participate. I guess Sonomi wanted to be a part of Tomoyo's life somehow, since Sonomi was always busy at work.
Sakura stared blankly at Tomoyo.
"Tomoyo-chan, are you ok?"
"Yeah." Tomoyo replied weakly. "You don't think they suspect m-me? Do you? I mean, I'm the company's owner's daughter! Why would I steal anything?!"
Tomoyo outraged at the thought.
Stroking her friend's hair, Sakura gently reasoned.
"Of course they don't suspect you. They probably just want to ask you some questions about who you think it might be or something like that."
"O-ok.I guess so." Tomoyo gave a small sniffle. Sakura hugged her friend tightly and continued to reassure. After a few minutes or so, Tomoyo spoke again.
"Sakura-chan, Thank you for being here."
"Hey, what are best friends for?" Sakura gave a toothy smile. "You know what Tomoyo? I know you are very worried. So, I'll try my hardest to get the internship. So when I do, maybe I can dig around and tell you anything that the police aren't telling you."
"Isn't that like illegal?"
"Well.technically yes but I will be working there and plus, this is for my best friend in the world."
Both Tomoyo and Sakura got up and headed towards the main bathroom, which was upstairs. The entire building had a total of 3 bathrooms. The main one upstairs, and two down stairs, one next to the entrance and one in the hallway that led to the living room.
When they entered the large white bathroom, the large windows greeted them. The bathroom was a larger circular room. On one side of the circle was a long marble counter that had three different sinks. On each end of the counter, there were two tall glass shelves holding brushes, make up, blow dryers of all sorts (Tomoyo's personal collection), pins, etc. The light streaming from the large window glinted off the silver facets. A light blue tinted material with tiny stars stitched on to it with precision curtained the large window. Across the white tiled floor, which in the center was a large round azure fuzzy rug, were the showers. There were three separate shows with tinted glass windows. And from across the window was a silver towel rack with five white fluffy towels. Each was hung neatly on the rack with the towel owner's name stitched onto the edge of the towels in light blue. The empty parts of the walls were covered with soft watercolor paintings of flowers of all types. And finally, on one angle of the wall were two doors with paintings of large blue roses. Behind the doors with blue roses was where you took care of your business. (Lets stop there. No need to go on further) Taking in the sunlight, Sakura walked over to the counter and turned on the faucet. The cool water ran between her fingers and splashed some on her face. Tomoyo sat on the counter and looked through a magazine rack. Finding the one she was looking for, she flipped to a certain page and held it our to Sakura.
"What is it Tomoyo-chan?"
"Look! My new line of jeans have made top five!"
Sakura looked over while drying her face with her towel. There was a picture of a beautiful girl in a pair of jeans that was made by Tomoyo. The design had come in second place. Considering that Tomoyo was still a student, this was quite impressive.
"Wow! That's great! That's so pretty Tomoyo-chan!"
Tomoyo hugged the magazine and stared at the ceiling dreamily.
After an hour, Sakura and Tomoyo were downstairs. Sakura was watching TV and Tomoyo was busy on the kitchen table trying to come up with new designs for the next fashion show. Tomoyo was in a knee length white skirt and a light purple blouse. She walked around and around the table with her hands behind her back. Even when the TV was on, Sakura could hear Tomoyo's slippers skid across the wooden floor. As for Sakura, she was mindlessly flicking through the channels at an incredible pace. Her hair was messily put up with two red chopsticks, and she was wearing a pair of red baggy capris and a red tank top. When she passed the news channel, she quickly flipped back. The reporter woman was speaking in that same monotone voice:
"Today on freeway route 8, there had been a deadly car chase, involving half the TPD and a drug dealer from Kyoto. As you see here on the screen, the criminal was almost free until this black Lexus came out of no where rammed into the black Benz."
Sakura thought for a minute and remembered that the car in front of the station had a large dent in the front.
"The hero behind the black Lexus was none other than the TPD's Detective Li." A picture of Syaoran flashed onto the screen. Sakura saw a lightly tanned man with tousled brown hair and piercing amber eyes. She figured he wasn't much of a picture person but she had to admit he was handsome.
"Now onto our main story. What is happening at Daidouji Sonomoi's wealthy toy company? Here's what they representatives and Mrs. Daidouji had to say about the issues at hand.
"Tomoyo-chan, come here! Your mom's company's on the news!" Tomoyo rushed over and sat down on the couch next to Sakura.
"As owner of Daidouji Toy Inc. I'd like to say that we and the TPD are in full investigation. And when we find out who this criminal, that has been causing this hateful act, they will be severely punished for stealing, and trading illegal items without the government's permission. Are there any questions?"
A reported stood up and asked with a loud voice, "How could you let something like this happen in your company. DTI is currently manufacturing billions of toys to kids all over the world. What if something is wrong with the toys? Isn't this putting the children of the world in danger?" The reporter smirked.
"Well, I understand your concerns. But we have already checked our toys. As a toy company isn't it obvious that we check the toys first? I mean we are shipping these toys to children everywhere and children are our number one priority. I'm proud to say even through these chaotic times we have come through with another system for checking before each shipment."
Sonomi gave a piercing look at the reporter. The reporter shrank back down while everyone in the room cheered and clapped. The screen switched back to the woman with a monotone.
"There you have it folks. DTI is trying there best to keep the quality and safety of your children. Thanks for watching channel 4, News at 7."
Sakura glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 8pm. Sakura turned and saw Tomoyo getting up. Before Sakura could say anything, there was a knock on the door. Sakura got up and walked past Tomoyo towards the door. When she opened it, she saw a tall man in a pair of ripped jeans, a white shirt, and a sports jacket.
"Uh.Hi. I'm Detective Li, and I'm here for an interview with Miss Daidouji." Sakura stared at him.
"You're the guy that ran his car into that drug dealer's car, aren't you?"
"Uhh.yeah?" Just then, Sakura smiled and slapped her own forehead.
"Look at me! I'm so stupid. Where are my manners? Hehe.sorry. I'm Tomoyo's friend. Come in.come in."
Syaoran stepped in and absorbed his surroundings. It was very neat and tidy.unlike his apartment which probably collecting more dust as we speak. He took off his shoes and slipped into the extra slippers that were out on the corner for guests. He followed the girl into the kitchen dining room. As he followed her, he remembered that this was the girl at the police station. Yes, the honey hair and green eyes, it was definitely her. Coming out of his thoughts, Syaoran saw that a girl with long violet hair and eyes was sitting at the table in the room. When Syaoran settled into a chair, Sakura was gone.
"Ok. Thank you Miss Daidouji for your time. I just need to ask some questions."
"Call me Tomoyo. I'm sure you're not that much older than we are. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Detective Li?"
"Oh, I'm 25, and you may call me Syaoran, Tomoyo."
"Ok. So ask away. I'm sorry but I have be going out soon so." Tomoyo knew that was lie. Even though the detective in front of her wasn't the one man that made her childhood life miserable, she still felt angered and uncomfortable around any officer from the TPD.
"Don't' worry, this will be quick. OK, so, can you please tell me all the employees or friends that you think are closely related to your mother?"
"Umm.there's Mr. Shigo, vice president of my mom's company, Mr. Shing, our treasurer, Mrs. Frits, the international shipping manager, and Mr. Yogo, my mom's trusted friend. I know they're close because I see them a lot at private conferences."
"Thank you." Syaoran was writing everything down in his palm pilot. (I wanted to get a bit more expensive and high-tech.haha.)
Tomoyo sat silently while Syaoran was writing. Breaking the long silence, Sakura came in with a tray. Placing a cup in front of Syaoran and Tomoyo, Sakura coughed to let them know she was there. Sakura smiled and sat down next to Tomoyo. She looked across the table to Syaoran. Tomoyo looked up and thanked Sakura.
"Thank you Sakura-chan." Syaoran quickly looked up.
"Uh.thanks." After a moment, Syaoran started again. "Um.ok. Who do YOU think is responsible?"
Tomoyo was taken a back by his question.
"Umm.well.you see.I don't - - " Tomoyo was cut off.
"I understand you hesitate because you don't want to rat on anyone or something but isn't saving your mother's company important to you?"
"What do you mean save? Isn't her company losing only a bit of money?"
"You mean your mother didn't tell you?"
Tomoyo stared.
"N-no."
Syaoran heaved a sigh.
"If I don't solve this case within the next 2 and a half months, the government is going to shut down your mom's company and the smaller ones around the world. If this were some money-stealing scam, the government wouldn't care as much, but the fact that the money is being used for manufacturing illegal items, that is a definite playground for the government. And do you know what the money's being used for?"
Syaoran gave a hard gaze. Tomoyo was lost in all the information that her mom had failed to mention. With a weak voice, Tomoyo replied.
"No."
"Whoever's doing it is using your mom's money to make nuclear type weapons to pass around on the black market. And that is NOT very safe." Tomoyo and Sakura were speechless. Seeing their stunned looks, Syaoran got up.
"Where are you going?" Sakura asked abruptly.
"Oh, thanks for the tea. I need to get going. Thanks a lot for your time." Sakura walked him to the door and said good bye. She saw him get onto a motorcycle and speed off.
"God he's cute." Sakura mumbled to herself. When Sakura came back to the kitchen, Tomoyo was still there sitting silently with a look of shock all over her face.
"Are you OK Tomoyo-chan?"
"Yeah." Tomoyo replied just above a whisper. Sakura hugged her friend tightly.
"Oh Sakura-chan! It's worst than I thought. How could mother leave all the important parts out?"
"You silly! She knew you'd go hysterical. But now you know.so be strong Tomoyo-chan. I know you can through this. I'm here for you. And so is Rika,
Chiharu, Naoko and everyone."
"Thanks Sakura-chan."
"You know what? I have a great idea. I know it's already 9:45 but lets go out and get ice creams or something to cheer you mood up!"
Tomoyo gave a weak smile and nodded.
Both girls put on their jackets and stepped outside to lock their door.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Where's Naoko and everyone, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Oh, Naoko went to the library, Rika's out with Terada-sensei (I know.gross.), and as you already know, Chiharu's at a volunteer project in Kasuko."
"OK! Let's go!"
They both got into Sakura's white jeep and sped off towards the nearest ice cream shop. On the way, Sakura turned on the radio and was displeased by the topic of the conversation.
"Tonight on Tokyo Pop 201.5, 'What's Going to Happen to DTI?' ."
Sakura quickly changed the channel.
"Hello folks, welcome back to Pop Central 312.9, today's hot topic on 'DTI in Crisis' ."
Sakura turned the channel again. Every time she switched, it was the same. DTI this, DTI that. Sakura was feeling nervous on how Tomoyo would act. To Sakura's surprise, Tomoyo turned and smiled at Sakura.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do but it's all right Sakura. I need to accept this and try my hardest to help my mom. You know, this trip to the ice cream shop was a great idea. All the way from home, I was thinking about what happened today. You're right, I have you and everyone to support me. And with that I'm going to support my mom. Thanks Sakura."
Sakura couldn't help but smile at her wonderful friend.
Sakura awoke early next morning. When Tomoyo had gone to sleep after returning from the ice cream shop the previous night, Sakura had filled out her police internship form. She knew that she'd be busy all week with exams and projects at the hospital. So Sakura was hoping the people at the police station would let her be interviewed early just in case she couldn't make it on Friday. Also she knew that the files on her desk had to be delivered to one of the doctors at the hospital early this morning.
Sakura slowly crept next door to Tomoyo's room and gently opened the door. Tomoyo was still sound asleep. Closing the door, Sakura tiptoed downstairs and walked out the door. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans (narrowed flares) with a silver studded white belt, a tight white shirt with pink graffiti letters across the chest spelling CHICK, a loose braid under a dark jeans train conductor's hat, and a pair of white high-heeled sandals. To finish the outfit, she was carrying a jeans handbag. (I love fashion.hehe.) Sakura walked out to her car and unlocked it. She opened the driver's side and swung her leg in. she turned on the engine and she was off.
In front of the police department, Sakura slowed down and parked in the next available space, which was by a police car. (duh!) Sakura got out and headed towards the entrance. From a couple of yards away, Syaoran had just parked his motorcycle (the car is in the body shop) and was going the same way as Sakura.
When Sakura entered the building, all the heads turned her way, especially the guys. Sakura tried to ignore all the eyes on her and walked towards the lady she had talked to the previous day.
"Umm.hi. I was wondering if I could get my interview today."
"Oh, what the rush sweetie?" The woman asked in a gentle tone.
"Oh, well you see, I'm really busy this week and I was worried that I might not be able to come in on Friday."
"Alright. Right this way sweetums." The lady got up and motioned Sakura to follow.
Sakura followed silently through halls and offices. From occasion to occasion, there were whistling noises made by the ruder half of the police station whenever she walked by.
"Ignore them dear. They're bunch of lunatics."
Sakura couldn't help but giggle.
When Syaoran entered, everyone greeted him.
"Hey!" greeted one officer.
"You just missed her." said another.
Syaoran was wondering what the others meant by 'you just missed her.'. When Syaoran walked down the same hallway that Sakura had gone through, he could smell a light scent of honey and cherry blossoms.
Sakura stopped when the nice lady told her to go in. She opened the door and slowly entered. Inside were two chairs and a small round table. The lights were turned on brightly. Sakura sat in one of the chairs and waited.
Outside, in the middle of the hallway, the same lady was talking to an elderly man in trench coat.
"Chief, there's a young lady waiting inside for her interview. She was wondering if she could get hers early since she'll be busy for the rest of the week."
"Alright Martha. Thank you for the notice." The man walked into the room and observed who was in the room.
Sakura stood up and bowed.
"Ohayo. My name is Kinomoto Sakura." Sakura handed him her application. The man smiled and gently took it in his hand.
"Arigato Kinomoto-san. Please have a seat and call me Chief Daidouji" Sakura was stunned. "Tomoyo's dad.?" She thought nervously. Sakura sat down quietly trying to avoid the chief's eye. "So.he's the one who left Tomoyo when she was only a child.?" An unknown spark of anger flickered in her heart. All those nights that Tomoyo fell asleep crying was because of this one man. Sakura knew this for a fact because when she was younger, Tomoyo and Sakura always had sleepovers and she knew that Tomoyo often cried herself to sleep. And whenever the topic of Father's Day or any occasion that involved your father, she was always silent and stiff. Only if this man who called himself father was there for Tomoyo.
"Is something wrong Kinomoto-san?"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Sakura looked up. She tried to hide her anger for she knew this was an interview and she had to act professional.
"Umm.nothing's the matter." Sakura plastered on a fake smile.
"Ok.let's see here." Mr. Daidouji flipped through her application and occasionally made 'ooh' and 'ah' sounds. "Everything seems to be in order. Very impressive resume Miss Kinomoto."
Sakura gave a small smile.
"So.tell me a about yourself.what school you are currently attending.extra activities."
"Well, I'm 21, I'm in my last year at TU, I work at a coffee shop down the street, I'm also an intern at the Tokyo Medical Hospital, and I'm hoping to become a doctor when I graduate."
Mr. Daidouji only smiled. "Do you do any other activities?"
"Umm. I took martial art lessons through out high school but quick when my schedule got crazy when I entered Tu. Umm. I have some experience in archaeology since my father is an archaeologist. I've modeled for a couple of times for my friend, she owns a clothing line." Sakura stopped and hoped that he didn't hear the last part.
Mr. Daidouji only nodded and looked down at her application.
"Very impressive indeed." He stroked her chin. "For the finale, why do you want this internship?"
"Well, even though I already am an intern at the hospital, I think that the more experience I get in different fields of work it'll be good for me. I know I won't be an actual police officer or anything but at least I'll get familiar with what goes on around here. And I know if I do get the job this will be a valuable experience." Sakura stopped and took a deep breath.
"I see. I'm very pleased you applied. If you do get the job we'll give you a call on Friday."
Sakura and Mr. Daidouji stood up and shook hands, both smiling. Before Sakura went out the door, Mr. Daidouji stopped her.
"Miss Kinomoto, I'm sure you have a very good chance on getting in.and tell Tomoyo I said hello."
Mr. Daidouji quickly walked past Sakura and disappeared into one of the rooms in the hallway. Sakura stood there for a moment and stared blankly after the disappeared figure. "So he knew." thought Sakura. Sakura made her way out of the room and tried to find her way out. The hallways had many forks and turns. When he finally thought she had made it, she opened the door and was surprised to find a tall figure with tousled auburn hair lying on a couch in the corner of the room. He had his hands behind his head and had his eyes closed. She observed the figure. He was wearing a navy blue T- shirt with a yellow strip going across his chest, a pair of faded ripped jeans, and a pair of new white Nike sneakers. He had his feet propped up on the arm of the chair. She stood there for a moment and got up the courage to cough to let him know she was there. His eyes flew open and fell off the couch. Sakura quickly threw her bag on the floor and dropped to her knees and tried to help him up.
"Oh God.I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to wake you on purpose but I was lost and."
Syaoran's embarrassed voice came.
"It's alright.no problem."
He looked up and met her emerald eyes. It was full of worry. Syaoran got up and adjusted his clothes, brushing some dust off. Sakura got up also and brushed her pants.
"I'm really sorry."
Sakura took a step backwards noticing that she was way too close to him and accidentally slipped on her bag and went crashing to the floor. But right before she hit the floor, Syaoran caught her. "He's so warm." she thought. She was clinging to him for dear life when Syaoran's voice broke in. "Umm.you can let go now."
Realizing that she still had her arms around his neck, she blushed furiously and let go.
"I-I'm really s-sorry.I'm such a klutz sometimes." (at this moment I know you people want him to tell her it's ok and kiss her.haha.not gonna happen anytime soon.sorry.)
"It's alright.at least you didn't fall off a couch or anything." Sakura giggled childishly. There was silence. Syaoran was the first to talk.
"So how'd you get lost?"
"Oh, I was in this room where I got my interview for the internship and couldn't find my way back to the main entrance."
"I see.so do you want me to take you out to the main building?"
"You can take me out anytime."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean yeah.hehe." Sakura looked as if she'd die right then and there.
"Ok.come one lets go."
Sakura picked up her bag from the floor and was ready to go out when she turned to Syaoran and looked at him.
"Weren't you the one who came over last night?"
Trying to recall the memory he looked blank.
"Oh yeah! That's right. I was there talking to Miss Daidouji."
Sakura stuck her hand out and replied in a warm voice.
"I'm Sakura."
Taking her hand he smiled.
"I'm Syaoran."
They both smiled and walked out. Syaoran led Sakura through the turning and twisting hallways before they were in the main building where Sakura had originally entered. When she came into the familiar counter she saw a tall man with spiked dark hair. "Takashi." she thought. Sakura couldn't help but wave.
Takashi noticed and walked over.
"Hey Sakura. I'm seeing you two days in a row." Takashi chuckled. Sakura blushed.
"So what brings you here.for the second time?"
"I had my interview today."
"Oh. good luck with that, Sakura.I'm sure you'll make it. From what I heard from Chiharu, you're quite the over achiever."
Sakura blushed. Breaking in, Syaoran pretended to be offended.
"Takashi! Is that a way to ignore your friend?"
Takashi turned and realized for the first time that Syaoran was standing right next to Sakura. Takashi smiled.
"I see you've met Sakura." An evil sort smirk crossed his face.
Sakura was confused.
"Ok. " Just then Sakura's phone rang. She flipped out her phone.
"Moshi moshi, Sakura speaking. . . Oh! Dr. Ming, I'm really sorry. I have the files with me, I'm on my way. Ok.bye bye."
Sakura closed her phone and looked at both the guys.
"I'm sorry but I've got to get going. I'll see you both soon I hope."
Sakura hugged Takashi and shook hands with Syaoran. (Drats! Poor Syaoran.) Sakura ran out the door and was gone. Takashi had a smug look on his face. Syaoran just stared off towards the door.
The rest of the week passed in a blur. Sakura was busy as ever, running around from hospital to hospital delivering important transcripts, files, x- rays, etc. Also, not to mention school, school was getting harder by the day. Tomoyo was fine but Sakura knew that Tomoyo was trying to push away her feelings by drowning herself in schoolwork and work for her fashion show.
It was Friday and she was relieved that her stressful week was over. Sakura had turned in her report to Mrs. Preach, finished all her homework, projects, reports, etc. Also, she knew from now on, the job at the hospital would be lighter since a new group of interns were being introduced. And to lighten her mood, Sakura and Tomoyo had two weeks of school free time. The two weeks were supposed to be exam weeks but Tomoyo and Sakura had convinced their dean that they were incredibly busy for those certain two weeks, and were able take their exams in advance. It did help that Sakura and Tomoyo were one of his favorite students. They always volunteered to help out the school, raised loads of money, they were in top of their classes, and they were extremely nice to the dean. (What a bunch of overachieving nerds.haha.) "What a relief." she thought. Just then her phone rang.
"Moshi moshi.Sakura speaking."
"Hi, this if Chief Daidouji. I just called to say that you've got the job Miss Kinomoto."
"Really!?! Oh my God, thank you so much Mr. Daidouji. I promise I won't let you down."
With an ecstatic look on her face she said good bye and hung up. She quickly called Tomoyo, who was at her private fashion studio making last touches to her designs. Tomoyo picked up.
"Tomoyo-chan, guess what?!!?"
"What is it Sakura-chan?"
"I GOT THE INTERNSHIP!!!"
"Really? Wow! That's great Sakura-chan. Wait.this calls for. A WHOLE NEW WORDROBE! Why don't you come over right now and we'll pick you all your new clothes? I have made some fabulous new designs for you to try on."
"Ok!" Sakura quickly hung up and jumped up to her feet and out the door with her keys and bag. She jumped into her car and was off towards Tomoyo's dress shop. Tomorrow would be her first day as an intern at the police station. Sakura couldn't help smiling as she drove through the streets. She felt like that the next two weeks would be just.perfect.
SourPop1004: Hi there! I hope you enjoyed my story so far. Well, chapter 2 will be up when I think I've gotten enough feedback from the readers.(reviews. ::hint hint::) Anywayz, next chapter will be the one where Sakura gets involved with the case. This chapter was mellow and light cuz I had to introduce you guys to what's happening. I promise the later chapters will have more action, adventure, romance, spy games, jealous rivals, and so on. So please stay tuned for chapter 2 of The Intern. PLEASE REVIEW! And don't worry, I won't abandon this story. I'm quite fond of it. So see ya next chapter!
Dedicated to
my best friend that lives in The Middle of Nowhere.
SweetAngel.
THE INTERN
By: SourPop1004 (ME!)
It was busy day at the Tokyo Police Department. Men ran around with stacks of police records and files, papers flying everywhere like a winter snowstorm in the middle of August. The women were busy taking in calls. The police officers were busy helping themselves to coffee and donuts while trying to interview the people who had some how broken the law and was in their police office. Yes. This was a typical day in TPD. Well, the busy life style was what went on in the main part of the department. People may see the busy and hard working men and women of the police force, but what they don't see is what happens in the more private parts of the police station. Little does the police officers know, the offices of the high and might lye in the back of the building. Unless you were someone of high importance and power, it wasn't usual that you'd see these rooms. These people work silently while the day goes on, they handle the deadliest of crimes. They face danger everyday. These are the people that put themselves on the line to solve the hardest of cases. True that every officer in the building was putting themselves on the line when on duty, but these people are the ones that stop terrorists, bombers, etc. Even though these "Special Forces" are located in every major city in the world, things are always happening. Currently the TPD had its hands full with one particular case that they could never solve. That was all about to change when came, THE INTERN.
The sun shown bright in the clear blue sky. The clouds bouncing along. The gentle breeze of approaching autumn. A gun shot.
Police cars were flying down the freeway, chasing a black Mercedes Benz with a license plate HO HO HO. While the police cars aimed bullets towards the black car's wheels, the Mercedes Benz wove in and out of traffic, coming dangerously close with a neighboring truck. When the criminal was so close to freedom, a black Lexus Jeep came shooting out of no where, ramming into the side of the Benz. Smoke started to rise towards the orange sky. The sun was already setting. Even from all the chaos, the sky seemed peaceful. Dozens of police cars screeched to a halt. Officers jumped out of their cars and rushed over to the two crushed cars. One of the men pulled the unconscious criminal out of the black Benz. The man was drenched in blood and blacked out, but not dead. After the paramedics examined the convict, they concluded that his injuries weren't deadly, but bunch of bruises and light gashes. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to the other man that had been in the Lexus. He rolled out of the driver's seat with gash in his forehead. Even with all the blood, he seemed fine for the fact that he stood up and walked over to the convict and the other police officers. After a few minutes of examination from the paramedics, he was giving a few stitches on his forehead to close the wound. As he passed by the other officers, they all gave him a pat on the back murmuring words of a job well done. When he reached the end of the crowd of officers, he found an empty police car. Just as he was about to get in, a man in a trench coat came running towards him. The man in the trench coat didn't have a look of relief but of anger.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!!! ALL MY LIFE AS A POLICE OFFICER AND CHIEF COMANDER, I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN SUCH STUPIDITY IN MY LIFE! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING THIS CARELESS AND RUTHLESS? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME DETECTIVE LI? ONE MORE IDIOTIC STUNT LIKE THIS, AND I'LL - - -"
The commanding chief officer of TPD was cut off by his officer's slow, sly grin.
"I know you love me," replied Detective Li.
The other police officers fell into a fit of laughter, but were quickly silenced by the chief officer's glare. Then a smile slowly spread on the chief's face. He quickly embraced his officer and gave a tight pat on the back.
"You know, I was this crazy once. Those were the good old days. Anyway, I'll let it slide this time, but don't think I like you," warned the chief, "Lets all go home. Donuts on me today!"
The entire police force cheered and clapped admiringly at Detective Li for a job well done and for the free donuts.
Yup, that was him. Li Syaoran, Detective of TPD. The bravest, most ruthless, smartest, and not to mention the hottest (for the ladies, anyway) detective in Tokyo. He was an ordinary detective but was also part of the Special Force.
At the police station, everyone was helping themselves to donuts and coffee. Everyone was cheering and having a great time, while the hero of the day sat silently sipping coffee in his office looking over a case that had the Special Forces Department involved. As he sat there pondering and trying to understand the motives of the criminals, a young officer, about Syaoran's age, burst through the door.
"What is it Takashi?"
"Guess what? You know how it's been a while since Mrs. Fields retired. Well."
"Well what?"
"Chief's thinking of hiring a replacement. Actually an intern!"
"And this would make you happy.how?"
"YOU ARE SOOOO BLIND! WHAT IF IT'S A NEW GIRL? A HOT NEW GIRL?!" Takashi clapped with joy.
"You have a GIRLFRIEND for God's sake! Uph.Takashi, I've gotta hand it to ya. Never thought you'd be this low." Syaoran replied, shacking his head with pity at his frenzied friend. Before Takashi could reply, Syaoran quickly pushed him out and shut the door, locking it.
"OK Syaoran, but I'm warning you! The other guys are gonna get her first!" came a muffled voice from outside his office window.
"Well OK then. Bye bye." With that, Syaoran shut the blinds of his window and sat back down in his chair. "That Takashi." thought Syaoran, and grinned at the thought of his friend.
The next day, a new message had been posted in the City Bulletin Board. It read:
HELP WANTED
The Tokyo Police Department is looking for a new intern.
If you are:
20 or over
Is organized
Is neat
Has a flexible schedule
And can handle dozens of donut orders
You are qualified to be interviewed this Friday.
Resumes are to be handed in by Thursday.
So please take this great opportunity and come by the station to pick up a form.
The TPD will be looking forward to you all participants.
Even though it was a busy day in the streets of Tokyo, there was a small crowd forming around the bulletin board. A certain violet-haired girl was pulling in her friend to see the announcement. With a broad smile on her face, she turned to her friend.
"Sakura-chan, why don't YOU try out for this internship? I mean, it'll be super!"
"But.I.me at a police station?"
"Why not!?"
"Well.I guess but I already have a job at the local coffee shop and I already have an internship at the Tokyo Medical Support Hospital."
"Wah!!! That's perfect Sakura-chan! You are over 20. You are organized and neat for you work at a hospital. And you definitely know how to take orders from at least 15 different people at the same time. I mean, you were named employee of the month THREE straight months in a row. And besides, if you become an intern, I think Mrs. Preach will give you extra credit for class AND when we graduate at the end of this year, and internship at the hospital AND the police station would look awesome on a resume. AND Chiharu's boyfriend, Yamazaki Takashi, is a police officer so you'll see him there!"
Sakura was speechless. She wanted to defy everything her best friend had just said but couldn't, for Tomoyo was right. Right down to the last word.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Sakura smiled at her friend.
"You know what Tomoyo? That's a great idea. Let's go get my application."
Tomoyo's eyes brightened and shimmered under the bright yellow sun. Her long wavy violet hair was rimming with light.
"That's a great idea Sakura-chan. Let's go!" Both girls got into a white Lexus Jeep, Sakura at the driver's seat. (Ooh.how much I love pairing couples with the same cars.but with different colors.hehe.)
Sakura got out of her car and slowly walked toward the steps of TPD. Sakura nervously stared at the high metal doors. She nervously turned back towards where her car was parked. Tomoyo gave a huge smile and put two thumbs up. Sakura could only return a small weak smile. Clearing her mind of all fear, she pushed through the door and stopped to stare at the busy people everywhere. She slowly walked up towards the counter. Even through all the busyness, The woman at the front desk warmly smiled and directed her attention to Sakura.
"How may I help you miss?"
"Umm.I'm here to pick up an application for the internship." Sakura trailed off directing her attention towards a corner where a woman was fighting to get out of the police's strong grasp.
"Oh yes! The applications are right over there," replied the lady, pointing towards a wall covered with notes and messages.
"Arigato," Sakura replied curtly. She smiled and started her way towards the wall. It was strange for Sakura to be at a police station. She never got any speeding tickets, no parking tickets, or tickets in general. And she definitely didn't do anything wrong to end up here.
As she squeezed past a crowded counter, she saw the wall of messages. She couldn't help but stand there and stare at all the messages and notes. Slowly taking an application, she stood there admiring all the pictures the police department had put up of their children, parents, friends, and basically everyone dear to them. To her surprise, she found a picture of her friend Chiharu. Obviously Takashi had pinned it up. As she was looking at all the wonderful pictures on the wall, she failed to notice that right next to the board was a long bench full of people who had done something wrong to be brought here. At the edge of the bench sat a well-built man in a pair of baggy black pants, a dirty white shirt, and a beanie. The man stared at Sakura's waist with dirty eyes. Before he could do anything, an officer, carrying a clipboard and a pen, came over.
"OK Jax. What are you in here for.again?"
"Hey there Detective? Didn't know you interviewed scum like me? I thought you were a detective?"
"Well, let's just say that there haven't been any cases for me to solve. So might as well make myself useful and help out around here." Of course, Syaoran was lying when he said he had to case. He did have one particular one that he was having a hard time cracking. He knew who the criminal was; it was just that he didn't have any evidence.for now anyway.
"I see."
"Ok, so why are you in here this time?"
"I swear, I didn't do anything!"
"Are we gonna start this game again? OK, obviously you did something. That's why you're in here. Get it?"
Jax was silent. Syaoran was about to ask again when an officer came up to Syaoran and started engaging in some deep conversation. Seeing his chance, Jax turned his attention to the girl staring at the board. Her long wavy honey hair fell back behind her, reaching almost her waist. Under the bright white light of the police building and the crowd of people, she seemed to stand out. She was wearing a loose pink sweater, a pair of faded jeans, and a pair of yellow flip-flops. Jax slowly reached out his long tattooed arm towards her butt. Just before he could reach and grab her, Syaoran smacked Jax's head with his clipboard. Jax knew that Syaoran had caught him and jerked back.
"What? What did I do?"
Syaoran gave Jax a piercing stare. Handing the clipboard to the other officer, Syaoran coolly said, "Write him up for sexual assault."
"What!?!" Jax looked unbelieving.
"If you were staring at her that long with those eyes, I KNOW you did something wrong out there. Some girl probably reported you." Syaoran trailed off, "Now don't tell me I'm wrong. I know you Jax. I know you well enough to know what you were up to."
Jax was silent. Syaoran was right. He was in here for stalking some girl. She probably was creeped out and called the police. "Damn you Li!" thought Jax. Seeing the grim face of Jax, Syaoran knew he had hit bull's eye. He slowly smiled. Syaoran turned toward the girl staring mindlessly at the wall.
"Miss ---" Before Syaoran could finish, Takashi pushed through and tapped the girl in the pink sweater. Sakura swung around and saw Takashi. She immediately smiled.
"Takashi! Wow! I totally forgot that you work here!"
"Hehe.well anyway, what brings you here to my humble workplace?" Takashi gave a gentle smile.
"Oh, I was here to pick up an application for the internship. But got stuck staring at this wall here. And I saw Chiharu's picture on the wall. That's so sweet of you!"
"Aww.that was nothing." Takashi blushed lightly.
Syaoran stared blankly at the two of them. "She must be Takashi's girlfriend's friend." Syaoran thought. Breaking Syaoran's thoughts, Sakura's phone rang. Sakura reached into her pocket and pulled out a small white cell phone with a crystal cherry blossom dangling from it. With her slender fingers, she flicked open her cell phone.
"Moshi moshi. Sakura speaking. Chiharu-chan! My gosh! I'm at the police station right now. . Huh? NO! I didn't do anything wrong!" Sakura wrinkled her pretty little nose.
Syaoran gave a small grin before switching back to his blank expression.
"Umm.Uh-huh.yeah.uh-huh.oh.ok. Wait up a sec."
Sakura turned to Takashi and handed him the phone.
"She wants to talk to you. Make it quick, I need to get going." Sakura winked at him. Timidly he took the phone from her and placed it to his ear. As Takashi and Chiharu's conversation deepened, he walked towards the corner of the room. Sakura could see Takashi's frenzied face. After ten minutes, he blew kisses into the phone and closed it. Then he walked over and handed Sakura her phone.
"Isn't she great?" he asked with that dreamy sort of look in his eyes. Sakura couldn't help but giggle.
"Yeah Takashi.whatever you say. Hehe.anyway, I have to be going. I'll talk you later. Bye."
Sakura hugged Takashi and kissed him on the cheek and left. When Takashi turned around, Syaoran was smiling his evil smile and staring at him.
"What?"
There was silence.
"So is she gonna try out for the internship?" Syaoran asked.
"Uh.yeah. Hey! I thought you didn't care."
"I don't, but gotta hand it to ya. She was pretty." Takashi smiled.
"Want me to hook you guys up or what? I know there's a Li Syaoran in there that's dying to go on a date."
Syaoran chuckled.
"No thanks. You know I don't have the time." Syaoran trailed off. He knew that was partly true but also a lie.
"Yes.I know I know.the TIME! Will you EVER have the time?"
"Apparently not. You know I have to solve this case. It's important." Syaoran replied just above a whisper.
"Yeah.alright. Fine! But AFTER you solve this case, I am gonna line you up with dates. And you BETTER pick one special girl from them. I'm tired you just sitting there in your office day after day. Syaoran, admit it. You have GOT TO get a social life."
Takashi patted Syaoran's back in sympathy.
"Deal. You can make me date until my face gets blue until I find that someone.but AFTER the case is solved."
Takashi and Syaoran smiled and shook hands.
When Sakura got outside, she found Tomoyo standing in front of the stairs and staring at her car.
"Tomoyo-chan, what are you doing?"
"Well.come here for a minute. Look," Tomoyo pointed towards her car and the car next to hers. It was the exact same car except it was in black and it was crushed in the front.
"Wow.what a coincidence.well anyway, Tomoyo-chan, I think we should get going."
"Yeah, you're right. When we get home, I can help you fill out that form. OK?"
"Sounds good to me." Sakura smiled and got into her car. Tomoyo followed and sat in the passenger's seat. The inside of the car smelled of fresh cherry blossoms. After watching if a car was coming, Sakura pulled of the parking area and drove off towards Tomoyo and her house.
Sakura got out of her car and with a click her car was locked. Tomoyo was already at their apartment door with the keys. When Sakura and Tomoyo got into Tokyo University, Tomoyo's mom had generously gave them this apartment to live in while attending school. Originally, The plan was for Sakura and Tomoyo to live in the large apartment but ended up with 3 other girls: Chiharu, Naoko, and Rika. I guess you could say it was like some sort of private boarding house.
When Sakura and Tomoyo got home, Naoko greeted them.
"Konichiiwa Sakura-chan, Tomoyo-chan," greeted Naoko with a smile. Naoko was on the kitchen table typing up a report.
"Hey Naoko!" chimed Tomoyo and Sakura.
"What's that?" Naoko was pointing towards the packet of paper that Sakura was holding.
"Oh! This! This is an application for an internship at the TPD."
"Wow! Sakura-chan taking on the law!" Naoko replied with a huge smile and giggled.
Sakura blushed.
"OK, um.I'm gonna go upstairs and finish my report. Can you believe I have 30 pages to fill for Preach's class?" Sakura gave half a smile thinking of all the sleepless nights she'll have to go through.
"Well good luck Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo sympathized. She was glad she didn't have Mrs. Preach.
"Thanks Tomoyo-chan. After I get somewhat down, you can come up and help fill out my form. OK?"
Tomoyo nodded, looking towards the top of the stairs where Sakura stood.
Sakura went into her room, which was between Tomoyo's and Rika's. She opened the door and stepped in. Nothing had changed. It was still very pink. When they first moved in, which was about three years ago, Sakura had let Tomoyo decorate her room. Her room was a soft shade of pink. In the corner was her bed. It was covered in light pink blanket that had intricate designs of cherry blossoms, stitched on with perfection. Her pillow was the same. Next to her bed was a small light pink drawer with a lamp on it. On the opposing side of the room was her light pink desk complete with a white laptop, a light stand, and a pink computer chair. For heaven's sake, even the carpet and the walls were like pink! Anyhow, the wall that was between her bed and desk, was where there was a huge window with a balcony. Behind the transparent pink curtains were the white doors what led outside towards the balcony where she had put out a small table and chair. She found it comforting to read by lantern light under the stars.
Sakura walked towards her desk and pulled out the chair and sat. She turned on the computer and her usual pink desktop topped up. Sakura opened her report file and started to work. After a few grunts and sighs, Sakura had managed to finish her report. To Sakura, time had seemed to stop. She wasn't moving forward or backwards. There was a faint knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Tomoyo."
"Come in."
Tomoyo walked in and found an almost dead looking Sakura.
"Sakura-chan, I think you should wash up. Are you done yet with your report?"
"Uhh." Sakura looked at the computer screen. She scanned what she had written and grinned. "Yup! I'm done. I'll revise and stuff later but I'm done."
"Good. Why don't you wash up and get ready. We have a guest coming."
"Oh.who.?"
"The TPD is sending someone over." Tomoyo trailed off.
"What? What happen? Is something wrong?"
"No.no.it's just that."
Tomoyo came towards Sakura's bed and sat down.
"You can tell me Tomoyo."
"OK. But you've got to keep it a secret though. Alright?" Sakura nodded.
"Well, for the past few months, my mom's company has been.umm.not so well. Someone's taking out money from the company's treasury without any permission. And when I say taking money out, I mean billions and billions. But that's not the thing. We don't care as much about the money but the thing that's the not so good part is that the police are relating the billions of money loss with this black market trade or something. So whoever's taking the money out, is using it to manufacture illegal items and selling it on the black market. So the police are trying to interview everyone close to the treasury and trying to figure out who is doing it, where the money is going, and what it's being used for. And I guess they they're interviewing me because I take out money from the treasury also. Well, of course I have permission. I'm not doing anything wrong with the money. I'm just using it to fund my fashion shows and things."
True. When Tomoyo had gone to TU, she had finally decided to put out a line of her own clothing. Her mom had helped her get started but now, she was well on her own. Her designs were a huge success, and the only time she ever used her mom's money was when each season, a new fashion show was due. Tomoyo had always refused her mom's generous offers but always ended up allowing her mom to participate. I guess Sonomi wanted to be a part of Tomoyo's life somehow, since Sonomi was always busy at work.
Sakura stared blankly at Tomoyo.
"Tomoyo-chan, are you ok?"
"Yeah." Tomoyo replied weakly. "You don't think they suspect m-me? Do you? I mean, I'm the company's owner's daughter! Why would I steal anything?!"
Tomoyo outraged at the thought.
Stroking her friend's hair, Sakura gently reasoned.
"Of course they don't suspect you. They probably just want to ask you some questions about who you think it might be or something like that."
"O-ok.I guess so." Tomoyo gave a small sniffle. Sakura hugged her friend tightly and continued to reassure. After a few minutes or so, Tomoyo spoke again.
"Sakura-chan, Thank you for being here."
"Hey, what are best friends for?" Sakura gave a toothy smile. "You know what Tomoyo? I know you are very worried. So, I'll try my hardest to get the internship. So when I do, maybe I can dig around and tell you anything that the police aren't telling you."
"Isn't that like illegal?"
"Well.technically yes but I will be working there and plus, this is for my best friend in the world."
Both Tomoyo and Sakura got up and headed towards the main bathroom, which was upstairs. The entire building had a total of 3 bathrooms. The main one upstairs, and two down stairs, one next to the entrance and one in the hallway that led to the living room.
When they entered the large white bathroom, the large windows greeted them. The bathroom was a larger circular room. On one side of the circle was a long marble counter that had three different sinks. On each end of the counter, there were two tall glass shelves holding brushes, make up, blow dryers of all sorts (Tomoyo's personal collection), pins, etc. The light streaming from the large window glinted off the silver facets. A light blue tinted material with tiny stars stitched on to it with precision curtained the large window. Across the white tiled floor, which in the center was a large round azure fuzzy rug, were the showers. There were three separate shows with tinted glass windows. And from across the window was a silver towel rack with five white fluffy towels. Each was hung neatly on the rack with the towel owner's name stitched onto the edge of the towels in light blue. The empty parts of the walls were covered with soft watercolor paintings of flowers of all types. And finally, on one angle of the wall were two doors with paintings of large blue roses. Behind the doors with blue roses was where you took care of your business. (Lets stop there. No need to go on further) Taking in the sunlight, Sakura walked over to the counter and turned on the faucet. The cool water ran between her fingers and splashed some on her face. Tomoyo sat on the counter and looked through a magazine rack. Finding the one she was looking for, she flipped to a certain page and held it our to Sakura.
"What is it Tomoyo-chan?"
"Look! My new line of jeans have made top five!"
Sakura looked over while drying her face with her towel. There was a picture of a beautiful girl in a pair of jeans that was made by Tomoyo. The design had come in second place. Considering that Tomoyo was still a student, this was quite impressive.
"Wow! That's great! That's so pretty Tomoyo-chan!"
Tomoyo hugged the magazine and stared at the ceiling dreamily.
After an hour, Sakura and Tomoyo were downstairs. Sakura was watching TV and Tomoyo was busy on the kitchen table trying to come up with new designs for the next fashion show. Tomoyo was in a knee length white skirt and a light purple blouse. She walked around and around the table with her hands behind her back. Even when the TV was on, Sakura could hear Tomoyo's slippers skid across the wooden floor. As for Sakura, she was mindlessly flicking through the channels at an incredible pace. Her hair was messily put up with two red chopsticks, and she was wearing a pair of red baggy capris and a red tank top. When she passed the news channel, she quickly flipped back. The reporter woman was speaking in that same monotone voice:
"Today on freeway route 8, there had been a deadly car chase, involving half the TPD and a drug dealer from Kyoto. As you see here on the screen, the criminal was almost free until this black Lexus came out of no where rammed into the black Benz."
Sakura thought for a minute and remembered that the car in front of the station had a large dent in the front.
"The hero behind the black Lexus was none other than the TPD's Detective Li." A picture of Syaoran flashed onto the screen. Sakura saw a lightly tanned man with tousled brown hair and piercing amber eyes. She figured he wasn't much of a picture person but she had to admit he was handsome.
"Now onto our main story. What is happening at Daidouji Sonomoi's wealthy toy company? Here's what they representatives and Mrs. Daidouji had to say about the issues at hand.
"Tomoyo-chan, come here! Your mom's company's on the news!" Tomoyo rushed over and sat down on the couch next to Sakura.
"As owner of Daidouji Toy Inc. I'd like to say that we and the TPD are in full investigation. And when we find out who this criminal, that has been causing this hateful act, they will be severely punished for stealing, and trading illegal items without the government's permission. Are there any questions?"
A reported stood up and asked with a loud voice, "How could you let something like this happen in your company. DTI is currently manufacturing billions of toys to kids all over the world. What if something is wrong with the toys? Isn't this putting the children of the world in danger?" The reporter smirked.
"Well, I understand your concerns. But we have already checked our toys. As a toy company isn't it obvious that we check the toys first? I mean we are shipping these toys to children everywhere and children are our number one priority. I'm proud to say even through these chaotic times we have come through with another system for checking before each shipment."
Sonomi gave a piercing look at the reporter. The reporter shrank back down while everyone in the room cheered and clapped. The screen switched back to the woman with a monotone.
"There you have it folks. DTI is trying there best to keep the quality and safety of your children. Thanks for watching channel 4, News at 7."
Sakura glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 8pm. Sakura turned and saw Tomoyo getting up. Before Sakura could say anything, there was a knock on the door. Sakura got up and walked past Tomoyo towards the door. When she opened it, she saw a tall man in a pair of ripped jeans, a white shirt, and a sports jacket.
"Uh.Hi. I'm Detective Li, and I'm here for an interview with Miss Daidouji." Sakura stared at him.
"You're the guy that ran his car into that drug dealer's car, aren't you?"
"Uhh.yeah?" Just then, Sakura smiled and slapped her own forehead.
"Look at me! I'm so stupid. Where are my manners? Hehe.sorry. I'm Tomoyo's friend. Come in.come in."
Syaoran stepped in and absorbed his surroundings. It was very neat and tidy.unlike his apartment which probably collecting more dust as we speak. He took off his shoes and slipped into the extra slippers that were out on the corner for guests. He followed the girl into the kitchen dining room. As he followed her, he remembered that this was the girl at the police station. Yes, the honey hair and green eyes, it was definitely her. Coming out of his thoughts, Syaoran saw that a girl with long violet hair and eyes was sitting at the table in the room. When Syaoran settled into a chair, Sakura was gone.
"Ok. Thank you Miss Daidouji for your time. I just need to ask some questions."
"Call me Tomoyo. I'm sure you're not that much older than we are. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Detective Li?"
"Oh, I'm 25, and you may call me Syaoran, Tomoyo."
"Ok. So ask away. I'm sorry but I have be going out soon so." Tomoyo knew that was lie. Even though the detective in front of her wasn't the one man that made her childhood life miserable, she still felt angered and uncomfortable around any officer from the TPD.
"Don't' worry, this will be quick. OK, so, can you please tell me all the employees or friends that you think are closely related to your mother?"
"Umm.there's Mr. Shigo, vice president of my mom's company, Mr. Shing, our treasurer, Mrs. Frits, the international shipping manager, and Mr. Yogo, my mom's trusted friend. I know they're close because I see them a lot at private conferences."
"Thank you." Syaoran was writing everything down in his palm pilot. (I wanted to get a bit more expensive and high-tech.haha.)
Tomoyo sat silently while Syaoran was writing. Breaking the long silence, Sakura came in with a tray. Placing a cup in front of Syaoran and Tomoyo, Sakura coughed to let them know she was there. Sakura smiled and sat down next to Tomoyo. She looked across the table to Syaoran. Tomoyo looked up and thanked Sakura.
"Thank you Sakura-chan." Syaoran quickly looked up.
"Uh.thanks." After a moment, Syaoran started again. "Um.ok. Who do YOU think is responsible?"
Tomoyo was taken a back by his question.
"Umm.well.you see.I don't - - " Tomoyo was cut off.
"I understand you hesitate because you don't want to rat on anyone or something but isn't saving your mother's company important to you?"
"What do you mean save? Isn't her company losing only a bit of money?"
"You mean your mother didn't tell you?"
Tomoyo stared.
"N-no."
Syaoran heaved a sigh.
"If I don't solve this case within the next 2 and a half months, the government is going to shut down your mom's company and the smaller ones around the world. If this were some money-stealing scam, the government wouldn't care as much, but the fact that the money is being used for manufacturing illegal items, that is a definite playground for the government. And do you know what the money's being used for?"
Syaoran gave a hard gaze. Tomoyo was lost in all the information that her mom had failed to mention. With a weak voice, Tomoyo replied.
"No."
"Whoever's doing it is using your mom's money to make nuclear type weapons to pass around on the black market. And that is NOT very safe." Tomoyo and Sakura were speechless. Seeing their stunned looks, Syaoran got up.
"Where are you going?" Sakura asked abruptly.
"Oh, thanks for the tea. I need to get going. Thanks a lot for your time." Sakura walked him to the door and said good bye. She saw him get onto a motorcycle and speed off.
"God he's cute." Sakura mumbled to herself. When Sakura came back to the kitchen, Tomoyo was still there sitting silently with a look of shock all over her face.
"Are you OK Tomoyo-chan?"
"Yeah." Tomoyo replied just above a whisper. Sakura hugged her friend tightly.
"Oh Sakura-chan! It's worst than I thought. How could mother leave all the important parts out?"
"You silly! She knew you'd go hysterical. But now you know.so be strong Tomoyo-chan. I know you can through this. I'm here for you. And so is Rika,
Chiharu, Naoko and everyone."
"Thanks Sakura-chan."
"You know what? I have a great idea. I know it's already 9:45 but lets go out and get ice creams or something to cheer you mood up!"
Tomoyo gave a weak smile and nodded.
Both girls put on their jackets and stepped outside to lock their door.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Where's Naoko and everyone, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Oh, Naoko went to the library, Rika's out with Terada-sensei (I know.gross.), and as you already know, Chiharu's at a volunteer project in Kasuko."
"OK! Let's go!"
They both got into Sakura's white jeep and sped off towards the nearest ice cream shop. On the way, Sakura turned on the radio and was displeased by the topic of the conversation.
"Tonight on Tokyo Pop 201.5, 'What's Going to Happen to DTI?' ."
Sakura quickly changed the channel.
"Hello folks, welcome back to Pop Central 312.9, today's hot topic on 'DTI in Crisis' ."
Sakura turned the channel again. Every time she switched, it was the same. DTI this, DTI that. Sakura was feeling nervous on how Tomoyo would act. To Sakura's surprise, Tomoyo turned and smiled at Sakura.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do but it's all right Sakura. I need to accept this and try my hardest to help my mom. You know, this trip to the ice cream shop was a great idea. All the way from home, I was thinking about what happened today. You're right, I have you and everyone to support me. And with that I'm going to support my mom. Thanks Sakura."
Sakura couldn't help but smile at her wonderful friend.
Sakura awoke early next morning. When Tomoyo had gone to sleep after returning from the ice cream shop the previous night, Sakura had filled out her police internship form. She knew that she'd be busy all week with exams and projects at the hospital. So Sakura was hoping the people at the police station would let her be interviewed early just in case she couldn't make it on Friday. Also she knew that the files on her desk had to be delivered to one of the doctors at the hospital early this morning.
Sakura slowly crept next door to Tomoyo's room and gently opened the door. Tomoyo was still sound asleep. Closing the door, Sakura tiptoed downstairs and walked out the door. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans (narrowed flares) with a silver studded white belt, a tight white shirt with pink graffiti letters across the chest spelling CHICK, a loose braid under a dark jeans train conductor's hat, and a pair of white high-heeled sandals. To finish the outfit, she was carrying a jeans handbag. (I love fashion.hehe.) Sakura walked out to her car and unlocked it. She opened the driver's side and swung her leg in. she turned on the engine and she was off.
In front of the police department, Sakura slowed down and parked in the next available space, which was by a police car. (duh!) Sakura got out and headed towards the entrance. From a couple of yards away, Syaoran had just parked his motorcycle (the car is in the body shop) and was going the same way as Sakura.
When Sakura entered the building, all the heads turned her way, especially the guys. Sakura tried to ignore all the eyes on her and walked towards the lady she had talked to the previous day.
"Umm.hi. I was wondering if I could get my interview today."
"Oh, what the rush sweetie?" The woman asked in a gentle tone.
"Oh, well you see, I'm really busy this week and I was worried that I might not be able to come in on Friday."
"Alright. Right this way sweetums." The lady got up and motioned Sakura to follow.
Sakura followed silently through halls and offices. From occasion to occasion, there were whistling noises made by the ruder half of the police station whenever she walked by.
"Ignore them dear. They're bunch of lunatics."
Sakura couldn't help but giggle.
When Syaoran entered, everyone greeted him.
"Hey!" greeted one officer.
"You just missed her." said another.
Syaoran was wondering what the others meant by 'you just missed her.'. When Syaoran walked down the same hallway that Sakura had gone through, he could smell a light scent of honey and cherry blossoms.
Sakura stopped when the nice lady told her to go in. She opened the door and slowly entered. Inside were two chairs and a small round table. The lights were turned on brightly. Sakura sat in one of the chairs and waited.
Outside, in the middle of the hallway, the same lady was talking to an elderly man in trench coat.
"Chief, there's a young lady waiting inside for her interview. She was wondering if she could get hers early since she'll be busy for the rest of the week."
"Alright Martha. Thank you for the notice." The man walked into the room and observed who was in the room.
Sakura stood up and bowed.
"Ohayo. My name is Kinomoto Sakura." Sakura handed him her application. The man smiled and gently took it in his hand.
"Arigato Kinomoto-san. Please have a seat and call me Chief Daidouji" Sakura was stunned. "Tomoyo's dad.?" She thought nervously. Sakura sat down quietly trying to avoid the chief's eye. "So.he's the one who left Tomoyo when she was only a child.?" An unknown spark of anger flickered in her heart. All those nights that Tomoyo fell asleep crying was because of this one man. Sakura knew this for a fact because when she was younger, Tomoyo and Sakura always had sleepovers and she knew that Tomoyo often cried herself to sleep. And whenever the topic of Father's Day or any occasion that involved your father, she was always silent and stiff. Only if this man who called himself father was there for Tomoyo.
"Is something wrong Kinomoto-san?"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Sakura looked up. She tried to hide her anger for she knew this was an interview and she had to act professional.
"Umm.nothing's the matter." Sakura plastered on a fake smile.
"Ok.let's see here." Mr. Daidouji flipped through her application and occasionally made 'ooh' and 'ah' sounds. "Everything seems to be in order. Very impressive resume Miss Kinomoto."
Sakura gave a small smile.
"So.tell me a about yourself.what school you are currently attending.extra activities."
"Well, I'm 21, I'm in my last year at TU, I work at a coffee shop down the street, I'm also an intern at the Tokyo Medical Hospital, and I'm hoping to become a doctor when I graduate."
Mr. Daidouji only smiled. "Do you do any other activities?"
"Umm. I took martial art lessons through out high school but quick when my schedule got crazy when I entered Tu. Umm. I have some experience in archaeology since my father is an archaeologist. I've modeled for a couple of times for my friend, she owns a clothing line." Sakura stopped and hoped that he didn't hear the last part.
Mr. Daidouji only nodded and looked down at her application.
"Very impressive indeed." He stroked her chin. "For the finale, why do you want this internship?"
"Well, even though I already am an intern at the hospital, I think that the more experience I get in different fields of work it'll be good for me. I know I won't be an actual police officer or anything but at least I'll get familiar with what goes on around here. And I know if I do get the job this will be a valuable experience." Sakura stopped and took a deep breath.
"I see. I'm very pleased you applied. If you do get the job we'll give you a call on Friday."
Sakura and Mr. Daidouji stood up and shook hands, both smiling. Before Sakura went out the door, Mr. Daidouji stopped her.
"Miss Kinomoto, I'm sure you have a very good chance on getting in.and tell Tomoyo I said hello."
Mr. Daidouji quickly walked past Sakura and disappeared into one of the rooms in the hallway. Sakura stood there for a moment and stared blankly after the disappeared figure. "So he knew." thought Sakura. Sakura made her way out of the room and tried to find her way out. The hallways had many forks and turns. When he finally thought she had made it, she opened the door and was surprised to find a tall figure with tousled auburn hair lying on a couch in the corner of the room. He had his hands behind his head and had his eyes closed. She observed the figure. He was wearing a navy blue T- shirt with a yellow strip going across his chest, a pair of faded ripped jeans, and a pair of new white Nike sneakers. He had his feet propped up on the arm of the chair. She stood there for a moment and got up the courage to cough to let him know she was there. His eyes flew open and fell off the couch. Sakura quickly threw her bag on the floor and dropped to her knees and tried to help him up.
"Oh God.I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to wake you on purpose but I was lost and."
Syaoran's embarrassed voice came.
"It's alright.no problem."
He looked up and met her emerald eyes. It was full of worry. Syaoran got up and adjusted his clothes, brushing some dust off. Sakura got up also and brushed her pants.
"I'm really sorry."
Sakura took a step backwards noticing that she was way too close to him and accidentally slipped on her bag and went crashing to the floor. But right before she hit the floor, Syaoran caught her. "He's so warm." she thought. She was clinging to him for dear life when Syaoran's voice broke in. "Umm.you can let go now."
Realizing that she still had her arms around his neck, she blushed furiously and let go.
"I-I'm really s-sorry.I'm such a klutz sometimes." (at this moment I know you people want him to tell her it's ok and kiss her.haha.not gonna happen anytime soon.sorry.)
"It's alright.at least you didn't fall off a couch or anything." Sakura giggled childishly. There was silence. Syaoran was the first to talk.
"So how'd you get lost?"
"Oh, I was in this room where I got my interview for the internship and couldn't find my way back to the main entrance."
"I see.so do you want me to take you out to the main building?"
"You can take me out anytime."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean yeah.hehe." Sakura looked as if she'd die right then and there.
"Ok.come one lets go."
Sakura picked up her bag from the floor and was ready to go out when she turned to Syaoran and looked at him.
"Weren't you the one who came over last night?"
Trying to recall the memory he looked blank.
"Oh yeah! That's right. I was there talking to Miss Daidouji."
Sakura stuck her hand out and replied in a warm voice.
"I'm Sakura."
Taking her hand he smiled.
"I'm Syaoran."
They both smiled and walked out. Syaoran led Sakura through the turning and twisting hallways before they were in the main building where Sakura had originally entered. When she came into the familiar counter she saw a tall man with spiked dark hair. "Takashi." she thought. Sakura couldn't help but wave.
Takashi noticed and walked over.
"Hey Sakura. I'm seeing you two days in a row." Takashi chuckled. Sakura blushed.
"So what brings you here.for the second time?"
"I had my interview today."
"Oh. good luck with that, Sakura.I'm sure you'll make it. From what I heard from Chiharu, you're quite the over achiever."
Sakura blushed. Breaking in, Syaoran pretended to be offended.
"Takashi! Is that a way to ignore your friend?"
Takashi turned and realized for the first time that Syaoran was standing right next to Sakura. Takashi smiled.
"I see you've met Sakura." An evil sort smirk crossed his face.
Sakura was confused.
"Ok. " Just then Sakura's phone rang. She flipped out her phone.
"Moshi moshi, Sakura speaking. . . Oh! Dr. Ming, I'm really sorry. I have the files with me, I'm on my way. Ok.bye bye."
Sakura closed her phone and looked at both the guys.
"I'm sorry but I've got to get going. I'll see you both soon I hope."
Sakura hugged Takashi and shook hands with Syaoran. (Drats! Poor Syaoran.) Sakura ran out the door and was gone. Takashi had a smug look on his face. Syaoran just stared off towards the door.
The rest of the week passed in a blur. Sakura was busy as ever, running around from hospital to hospital delivering important transcripts, files, x- rays, etc. Also, not to mention school, school was getting harder by the day. Tomoyo was fine but Sakura knew that Tomoyo was trying to push away her feelings by drowning herself in schoolwork and work for her fashion show.
It was Friday and she was relieved that her stressful week was over. Sakura had turned in her report to Mrs. Preach, finished all her homework, projects, reports, etc. Also, she knew from now on, the job at the hospital would be lighter since a new group of interns were being introduced. And to lighten her mood, Sakura and Tomoyo had two weeks of school free time. The two weeks were supposed to be exam weeks but Tomoyo and Sakura had convinced their dean that they were incredibly busy for those certain two weeks, and were able take their exams in advance. It did help that Sakura and Tomoyo were one of his favorite students. They always volunteered to help out the school, raised loads of money, they were in top of their classes, and they were extremely nice to the dean. (What a bunch of overachieving nerds.haha.) "What a relief." she thought. Just then her phone rang.
"Moshi moshi.Sakura speaking."
"Hi, this if Chief Daidouji. I just called to say that you've got the job Miss Kinomoto."
"Really!?! Oh my God, thank you so much Mr. Daidouji. I promise I won't let you down."
With an ecstatic look on her face she said good bye and hung up. She quickly called Tomoyo, who was at her private fashion studio making last touches to her designs. Tomoyo picked up.
"Tomoyo-chan, guess what?!!?"
"What is it Sakura-chan?"
"I GOT THE INTERNSHIP!!!"
"Really? Wow! That's great Sakura-chan. Wait.this calls for. A WHOLE NEW WORDROBE! Why don't you come over right now and we'll pick you all your new clothes? I have made some fabulous new designs for you to try on."
"Ok!" Sakura quickly hung up and jumped up to her feet and out the door with her keys and bag. She jumped into her car and was off towards Tomoyo's dress shop. Tomorrow would be her first day as an intern at the police station. Sakura couldn't help smiling as she drove through the streets. She felt like that the next two weeks would be just.perfect.
SourPop1004: Hi there! I hope you enjoyed my story so far. Well, chapter 2 will be up when I think I've gotten enough feedback from the readers.(reviews. ::hint hint::) Anywayz, next chapter will be the one where Sakura gets involved with the case. This chapter was mellow and light cuz I had to introduce you guys to what's happening. I promise the later chapters will have more action, adventure, romance, spy games, jealous rivals, and so on. So please stay tuned for chapter 2 of The Intern. PLEASE REVIEW! And don't worry, I won't abandon this story. I'm quite fond of it. So see ya next chapter!