SourPop1004: Long time no see. Hehe.well.I'm finally back with TSD. I was
seriously thinking about a sequel to The Intern. There's a good chance that
it will get a sequel but for now, I want to focus on TSD. And for those of
you who don't know what TSD is, it's this story right here. My latest and
hopefully the best. The Salsa Dancer. Sorry to all if the summary was
crummy. Darn ff.net! The summery boxes have freakin limits on how much you
can write.so.it limits my.uh.descriptive summary writing. Haha.anyway, I
hope you guys enjoy this story as much as you did The Intern. And I hope I
get lots and lots and lots more reviews. hehe.I'm so greedy. Now that being
said. On to the story. Enjoy!
PS. I know the CIA thing is in America but there will be some Asian names so don't freak out or anything.
PPS. Ok, the title of this story really has no BIG relation to the story. It's just a minor thing I decided to use. I guess it is kind of important since it's relating to Sakura's home. So I just wanted to clear that up. A scene relating to the title will come in the later chapters. Hehe.
Dedicated to: Mah bestest friend in the world to lives in the Middle of Nowhere.
The Salsa Dancer
By: SourPop1004 (Meeh!)
"Come Sakura, it'll be alright. Watch your step." Fujitaka guided his daughter by the hand.
Sakura carefully got out of the little speedboat and stepped onto land while her father tipped the man in dirty jeans and shirt in the boat. The ground was muddy from the gentle waves that washed up onto the shore of the river. Touya had already gotten out with his camping backpack and was studying his surroundings. The land was surrounded by high mountains that blurred into the sky. Green trees and unknown plants filled the mountainsides and the side of the dirt roads. Touya stared at a truck that passed by kicking up dirt from the road as it went. The truck's engine was loud with an irritating gurgling sound escaping from its rusted hood, which covered the front of the car. The back was full of clucking chickens that flapped their wings in an attempt to escape from their prison. With his keen eyes, Touya saw the man in the truck take off his hat and fanned himself as he drove. The man seemed to be eyeing something in the bushes. Touya and Sakura both turned to their father who motioned for them to follow him. They proceeded in following him down the dirt road.
"Where are we going onisan?" 17 year old Touya asked his father.
"Ah, my college and I have decided to meet up in a place not far from here. They say they have made an astounding discovery. You know these kinds of finds can't keep me still." Fujitaka smiled at his son.
Sakura just followed holding hands with Touya. They were on another archaeology excavation. Even though she was only 10, she'd been on millions of these trips with her father. Yet, she found each trip more exciting then the previous. She couldn't even dream that they were coming here for their next trip, Columbia. She just smiled at the thought of her friends and how excited they'd be to hear about her trip to South America. Along the roadside, a sudden mass of men jumped out from behind the bushes. The one with orange bands around their right arm were standing behind trees on the mountain side as they shot at the men with red bands around their arm who fought back. Sakura, Touya, and Fujitaka were caught between a shower of bullets. Fujitaka grabbed Touya and Sakura's hand and tried to get away in the mass confusion, but it was too late. Fujitaka fell to the floor with a soft thud. The blood slowly seeped through his clothes and dripped onto the ground where it mingled with the dirt. Touya fell on his knees next to his father. Touya's tears fell on Fujitaka's back as he hugged his father. He tried to drag his father behind a bush but was brutally shot in his attempt. Touya fell on top of Fujitaka. The red liquid of life, staining his T-shirt. Sakura screamed in horror but it was drowned out by the sounds of the guns and men rapidly speaking in a foreign language. Sakura's tear stained face looked up from the ground when she heard sirens. The men on the field were quickly scattering at the sound of cops. They disappeared without a trace only leaving dead bodies all over the roadside and mountain side. Sakura ran to her brother and father in her muddied jeans shorts. She flung her arms over the bodies and cried ceaselessly. To her surprise, someone picked her up from her waist and was carrying her off into a jeep. The man threw her into the back seat and started up the old rusted green jeep. The man stepped onto the pedal and screeched out of the area, barely making the sharp turn at the corner of the road. Sakura stared out the back of the car. She watched her brother and father fall further and further away from her as the car rode off into the jungle. That was the last time she'd ever see anyone she'd ever loved.
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There was a loud knock on the glass door. A man with spiked blonde hair in a business suit peered into the room where a man with messy brown hair was lying down on a couch with his left arm over his face. The words Li Syaoran was printed in black on the glass door. Inside, there was a glass desk with a laptop, desk lantern, and a mess of papers. The room was an ordinary office with filing cabinets and a swiveling chair. But what lit up the room was the spectacular view of the sky and the street of Los Angeles bellow from behind the desk and chair. The huge glass window was clear and glossy.
The man with blonde hair walked in and sat down across from where Syaoran was lying down.
"Hey. Wake up Syaoran." The man spoke out to Syaoran.
Syaoran stirred and opened his eyes. He slowly turned towards where the voice was coming.
"Yeah? What do you want Tano?" Syaoran asked groggily.
"The captain wants everyone in the meeting room. Pronto." Tano replied smiling.
Syaoran let out a sigh of exasperation. "Why? Why?" Syaoran asked himself as he pulled himself up.
"Little Syaoran too tired? Need a little nappy?" Tano taunted teasingly.
"Shut up. You know I'm tired as heck. Come on. Let's go before he bites our heads off for being late." Syaoran suggested as he rubbed his eyes and stretched. He grabbed his business suit jacket (I have no idea what it's called) and put it on and adjusted his silver tie. The two walked out of Syaoran's office and closed the door behind them.
Everyone had gathered around the main working room where men and women were busy at work on their computers. The CIA building was a busy place. Always cracking away at new cases in one department, examining evidence in another, and creating handy gadgets in another division. A man in about his late 40s looked up at them from his desk.
"Li, Tano. Good, you're here. Shall we begin?" The man gave a small smile.
"Yeah." Both replied.
Everyone gathered around a huge oval meeting table with 2 dozen chairs surrounding the table.
"So, what are we dealing with today? Drug dealers, mass murders, terrorists?" One man asked sarcastically making the others laugh.
"Just watch this tape we got off a surveillance camera in the grand hotel in New York. This particular party had a lot of important, powerful people. No one was killed but something was taken from Mr. Heteru."
Everyone looked at Yoritomo.
"Yes, THE Heteru. The one that owns Heteru Inc. Mr. Heteru has asked us especially to look in on this. So watch." Yoritomo pressed a remote control and the lights turned down and a screen slowly came down from the ceiling. A projector flashed the tape onto the screen.
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A woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes in a slinky red dress appeared on the screen with a rather large man. He led her down a metal staircase into the entrance to the basement of the hotel.
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"Wow, Heteru's fat!" Tano commented making the others laugh.
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"We can have some privacy now my little dumpling." The fat man chuckled as he took her by her slender waist. The woman giggled and blushed.
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There were various catcalls from the men. Syaoran just watched with amusement in his eyes.
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The woman slowly slipped her pretty little hands into the flap of Heteru's tuxedo jacket. She fumbled for a little bit, but pulled out a laminated card with triumph. She held the card in her hand tightly. She quickly looked up at the man with a smile. His hands started moving down towards her legs.
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"What a horny little bastard." One man commented as he watched Heteru kissing the woman's neck. Everyone laughed again. "Poor girl.about to get laid by that fatso." The same man shook his head in pity. Everyone laughed.
"Just watch." Yoritomo replied with an irritated voice.
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"Please stop." The woman pleaded.
"No." Heteru was muffled by her hair.
"Don't make me hurt you." She replied annoyed.
"Wha-" Before Heteru could finish, the woman kicked up her knee and jammed it into his fat stomach. He fell to the floor clutching his stomach. When he tried to get up again, the woman threw a sidekick and sent the man crashing into the wall. He slid to the floor and lay there unconscious. She flicked open her purse and dropped the card into her red beaded purse and snapped it shut. She glared down at the body and walked over to it. She threw open his jacket and pulled out a handkerchief from one of the inner pockets. She wiped the saliva from her neck in disgust. After satisfied, she threw the white cloth on top of Heteru's body.
"Men.all the same." She sneered.
She turned and started walking up the metal stairs but stopped when she saw the camera at the corner of the entranceway. She turned her head making her long blonde hair swish around. She smiled directly at the camera.
"Come and find me. I'll be waiting." She challenged at the camera in smooth Spanish.
With an evil glint in her blue eyes, she turned back and continued walking up the metal stairs as it clinked with every step she took.
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By the end of the tape, everyone was silent. The lights turned back on and everyone stared at each other blankly.
"Gentlemen, we do not know who this woman is but we know who she's working for, Fang of the Colombian terrorist group, or to many others all over the world, Senior Lobo. We know it's him, but you know the damned law. Innocent until proven guilty." Yoritomo replied breaking the silence.
The room was still dead silent. Syaoran just stared at the image of Sakura on the freeze frame.
SourPop1004: Sorry guys it's so short. But I promise the after chapters will be longer. This is just the introduction. And also, I'm making this a PG-13 but if you guys feel it's an R, then I'll change it. It's not really an R but who knows. Anyhow, please review. I won't expect too many since the chapter was so short but I hope so. So please review. You know that's what keeps me going. Hehe.I'll see you guys next chapter. And please, leave your e-mail so I could send you a letter when I have an update. Thanks!
PS. If you have any comments, suggestions, and/or questions, please e-mail me at [email protected]. Ja ne!
PS. I know the CIA thing is in America but there will be some Asian names so don't freak out or anything.
PPS. Ok, the title of this story really has no BIG relation to the story. It's just a minor thing I decided to use. I guess it is kind of important since it's relating to Sakura's home. So I just wanted to clear that up. A scene relating to the title will come in the later chapters. Hehe.
Dedicated to: Mah bestest friend in the world to lives in the Middle of Nowhere.
The Salsa Dancer
By: SourPop1004 (Meeh!)
"Come Sakura, it'll be alright. Watch your step." Fujitaka guided his daughter by the hand.
Sakura carefully got out of the little speedboat and stepped onto land while her father tipped the man in dirty jeans and shirt in the boat. The ground was muddy from the gentle waves that washed up onto the shore of the river. Touya had already gotten out with his camping backpack and was studying his surroundings. The land was surrounded by high mountains that blurred into the sky. Green trees and unknown plants filled the mountainsides and the side of the dirt roads. Touya stared at a truck that passed by kicking up dirt from the road as it went. The truck's engine was loud with an irritating gurgling sound escaping from its rusted hood, which covered the front of the car. The back was full of clucking chickens that flapped their wings in an attempt to escape from their prison. With his keen eyes, Touya saw the man in the truck take off his hat and fanned himself as he drove. The man seemed to be eyeing something in the bushes. Touya and Sakura both turned to their father who motioned for them to follow him. They proceeded in following him down the dirt road.
"Where are we going onisan?" 17 year old Touya asked his father.
"Ah, my college and I have decided to meet up in a place not far from here. They say they have made an astounding discovery. You know these kinds of finds can't keep me still." Fujitaka smiled at his son.
Sakura just followed holding hands with Touya. They were on another archaeology excavation. Even though she was only 10, she'd been on millions of these trips with her father. Yet, she found each trip more exciting then the previous. She couldn't even dream that they were coming here for their next trip, Columbia. She just smiled at the thought of her friends and how excited they'd be to hear about her trip to South America. Along the roadside, a sudden mass of men jumped out from behind the bushes. The one with orange bands around their right arm were standing behind trees on the mountain side as they shot at the men with red bands around their arm who fought back. Sakura, Touya, and Fujitaka were caught between a shower of bullets. Fujitaka grabbed Touya and Sakura's hand and tried to get away in the mass confusion, but it was too late. Fujitaka fell to the floor with a soft thud. The blood slowly seeped through his clothes and dripped onto the ground where it mingled with the dirt. Touya fell on his knees next to his father. Touya's tears fell on Fujitaka's back as he hugged his father. He tried to drag his father behind a bush but was brutally shot in his attempt. Touya fell on top of Fujitaka. The red liquid of life, staining his T-shirt. Sakura screamed in horror but it was drowned out by the sounds of the guns and men rapidly speaking in a foreign language. Sakura's tear stained face looked up from the ground when she heard sirens. The men on the field were quickly scattering at the sound of cops. They disappeared without a trace only leaving dead bodies all over the roadside and mountain side. Sakura ran to her brother and father in her muddied jeans shorts. She flung her arms over the bodies and cried ceaselessly. To her surprise, someone picked her up from her waist and was carrying her off into a jeep. The man threw her into the back seat and started up the old rusted green jeep. The man stepped onto the pedal and screeched out of the area, barely making the sharp turn at the corner of the road. Sakura stared out the back of the car. She watched her brother and father fall further and further away from her as the car rode off into the jungle. That was the last time she'd ever see anyone she'd ever loved.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a loud knock on the glass door. A man with spiked blonde hair in a business suit peered into the room where a man with messy brown hair was lying down on a couch with his left arm over his face. The words Li Syaoran was printed in black on the glass door. Inside, there was a glass desk with a laptop, desk lantern, and a mess of papers. The room was an ordinary office with filing cabinets and a swiveling chair. But what lit up the room was the spectacular view of the sky and the street of Los Angeles bellow from behind the desk and chair. The huge glass window was clear and glossy.
The man with blonde hair walked in and sat down across from where Syaoran was lying down.
"Hey. Wake up Syaoran." The man spoke out to Syaoran.
Syaoran stirred and opened his eyes. He slowly turned towards where the voice was coming.
"Yeah? What do you want Tano?" Syaoran asked groggily.
"The captain wants everyone in the meeting room. Pronto." Tano replied smiling.
Syaoran let out a sigh of exasperation. "Why? Why?" Syaoran asked himself as he pulled himself up.
"Little Syaoran too tired? Need a little nappy?" Tano taunted teasingly.
"Shut up. You know I'm tired as heck. Come on. Let's go before he bites our heads off for being late." Syaoran suggested as he rubbed his eyes and stretched. He grabbed his business suit jacket (I have no idea what it's called) and put it on and adjusted his silver tie. The two walked out of Syaoran's office and closed the door behind them.
Everyone had gathered around the main working room where men and women were busy at work on their computers. The CIA building was a busy place. Always cracking away at new cases in one department, examining evidence in another, and creating handy gadgets in another division. A man in about his late 40s looked up at them from his desk.
"Li, Tano. Good, you're here. Shall we begin?" The man gave a small smile.
"Yeah." Both replied.
Everyone gathered around a huge oval meeting table with 2 dozen chairs surrounding the table.
"So, what are we dealing with today? Drug dealers, mass murders, terrorists?" One man asked sarcastically making the others laugh.
"Just watch this tape we got off a surveillance camera in the grand hotel in New York. This particular party had a lot of important, powerful people. No one was killed but something was taken from Mr. Heteru."
Everyone looked at Yoritomo.
"Yes, THE Heteru. The one that owns Heteru Inc. Mr. Heteru has asked us especially to look in on this. So watch." Yoritomo pressed a remote control and the lights turned down and a screen slowly came down from the ceiling. A projector flashed the tape onto the screen.
++++++
A woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes in a slinky red dress appeared on the screen with a rather large man. He led her down a metal staircase into the entrance to the basement of the hotel.
++++++
"Wow, Heteru's fat!" Tano commented making the others laugh.
++++++
"We can have some privacy now my little dumpling." The fat man chuckled as he took her by her slender waist. The woman giggled and blushed.
++++++
There were various catcalls from the men. Syaoran just watched with amusement in his eyes.
++++++
The woman slowly slipped her pretty little hands into the flap of Heteru's tuxedo jacket. She fumbled for a little bit, but pulled out a laminated card with triumph. She held the card in her hand tightly. She quickly looked up at the man with a smile. His hands started moving down towards her legs.
++++++
"What a horny little bastard." One man commented as he watched Heteru kissing the woman's neck. Everyone laughed again. "Poor girl.about to get laid by that fatso." The same man shook his head in pity. Everyone laughed.
"Just watch." Yoritomo replied with an irritated voice.
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"Please stop." The woman pleaded.
"No." Heteru was muffled by her hair.
"Don't make me hurt you." She replied annoyed.
"Wha-" Before Heteru could finish, the woman kicked up her knee and jammed it into his fat stomach. He fell to the floor clutching his stomach. When he tried to get up again, the woman threw a sidekick and sent the man crashing into the wall. He slid to the floor and lay there unconscious. She flicked open her purse and dropped the card into her red beaded purse and snapped it shut. She glared down at the body and walked over to it. She threw open his jacket and pulled out a handkerchief from one of the inner pockets. She wiped the saliva from her neck in disgust. After satisfied, she threw the white cloth on top of Heteru's body.
"Men.all the same." She sneered.
She turned and started walking up the metal stairs but stopped when she saw the camera at the corner of the entranceway. She turned her head making her long blonde hair swish around. She smiled directly at the camera.
"Come and find me. I'll be waiting." She challenged at the camera in smooth Spanish.
With an evil glint in her blue eyes, she turned back and continued walking up the metal stairs as it clinked with every step she took.
++++++
By the end of the tape, everyone was silent. The lights turned back on and everyone stared at each other blankly.
"Gentlemen, we do not know who this woman is but we know who she's working for, Fang of the Colombian terrorist group, or to many others all over the world, Senior Lobo. We know it's him, but you know the damned law. Innocent until proven guilty." Yoritomo replied breaking the silence.
The room was still dead silent. Syaoran just stared at the image of Sakura on the freeze frame.
SourPop1004: Sorry guys it's so short. But I promise the after chapters will be longer. This is just the introduction. And also, I'm making this a PG-13 but if you guys feel it's an R, then I'll change it. It's not really an R but who knows. Anyhow, please review. I won't expect too many since the chapter was so short but I hope so. So please review. You know that's what keeps me going. Hehe.I'll see you guys next chapter. And please, leave your e-mail so I could send you a letter when I have an update. Thanks!
PS. If you have any comments, suggestions, and/or questions, please e-mail me at [email protected]. Ja ne!