Tomoyo smiled as the black haired young woman strode into the
newspaper offices of the Times while Yukito followed right behind her.
All around them reporters typed away on computers, people rushed about,
and talk buzzed loudly.
Almost as soon as they were making their way to Tomoyo's desk
Kaho Mitsuki stuck her head out of her office to demand, "Did you get
it?"
"Yes," Tomoyo smiled.
"Get in here," Kaho disappeared inside.
"Into the lion's den," Yukito said with a smile as they headed
to the office.
"First hand story on the Knight," Tomoyo put the disk on the
editor's desk, "and we even have photos of her in action."
"Why Knight?" Kaho asked as she popped the disk in her
computer's drive, scanning it as Yukito put a set of photo's of the
cloaked figure down.
"We've got to call her something," Tomoyo improvised quickly,
"and it's pretty catchy. Might make for good headlines."
"That's true," Kaho finished reading, the brown haired older
woman turning to look the photos over. "None of her face, too bad.
Still," she held up a sharp photo of the Knight calling on her magic,
"that's pretty impressive."
"Thanks," Yukito blushed a bit, the light brown haired man
looking down shyly.
"No ones gotten this close to the Knight's activities before,"
Kaho sat back with a thoughtful look, "I'm very impressed. We're going
to run with this story..."
"Thank you ma'am," Tomoyo smiled.
Kaho nodded, "... and I want you two to stay on this story, too.
If you can find out who she is, why she does this, I'd appreciate it."
"We'll do our best," Tomoyo waved as she and Yukito headed out.
They separated, Tomoyo heading to her desk while Yukito headed
off to get more film and to go over his camera. Tomoyo sat down at her
desk, finishing up another story while considering the situation that
she and Yukito were now in..
'I wonder what Kaho would have said if we produced the photos
that Yukito got that showed Sakura's face,' Tomoyo smiled. She typed
away, 'This agreement we've struck with her could pay off big, but it
could also blow up in our faces.'
Tomoyo picked up her telephone, connecting with the archives.
"Hey Rika," Tomoyo instantly recognized the woman's voice, "I need you
to do a search for me?"
"How can I help?" Rika asked in her pleasant way.
"I'm working on a story on that mysterious guardian of the
city," Tomoyo smiled wryly at how dramatic that sounded, "I was
wondering if you could do a search on similar events?"
"What time range?" Rika said seriously, the researcher focused
on her work.
"A very good question," Tomoyo admitted. She thought about it a
moment, "Start with the last thirty years, then extend it back by the
same amount." A bit apologetically she added, "I'm not sure how far back
this all might go."
"I'll get started immediately," Rika agreed.
"Thanks," Tomoyo smiled as she disconnected.
'From what Sakura told us this sort of thing has been going on
for years,' Tomoyo thought as she went back to her work, 'so it should
crop up in our archives at times. That material will make a good backup
piece on the Knight.'
The day rushed by, Tomoyo and Yukito often being sent out
together to cover various small stories. It was kind of funny that there
was all this speculation around the office that they were more than
friends, especially when you considered the fact that poor Yukito was
gay.
"So have you told Toya about all this?" Tomoyo asked as they
drove back from a story.
"Right after I got back home last night," Yukito agreed. Dressed
in T- shirt and dress pants he looked crisply neat, as always.
'Well, I do too,' Tomoyo admitted to herself. Despite the wear
and tear of being a reporter she tried her best to look good, either in
her long pants or dresses. It all depended on the situation, what sort
of story she might be covering.
"So how did that go?" Tomoyo asked curiously.
"He pretty much confirmed everything Sakura told us," Yukito
admitted. He sighed softly, "But not much more, he seems to be pretty
much out of the loop now."
"Isn't that interesting," Tomoyo noted. She looked thoughtful,
"Family spat?"
Yukito looked oddly uncomfortable, "I'm not sure. The feeling I
got was that he really didn't want to know about that part of Sakura's
life."
"Can't be fun, knowing your sister is going out to fight
monsters," Tomoyo agreed. They pulled in front of the paper, both
dropping off their stuff quickly. Tomoyo looked at Yukito thoughtfully,
"Do you want a ride home?"
"Toya's picking me up," Yukito smiled.
Tomoyo nodded thoughtfully. "Then I'll see you later, partner,"
she waved.
"Stay out of trouble," Yukito called out as she left.
The little car mad it's way across town, pulling to a stop in
front of the museum It was quite a modern building, but the
architectural design was all modeled after that of the ancient Greeks
and Romans. Great white pillars rose up around the entrance, supporting
the museum roof, and as Tomoyo entered the building the floors gleamed
like polished glass.
"Ms. Daidouji," one of the museum employees recognized her as
she walked in, "is there anything I can do to help?" He smiled, "We saw
your story in the papers this morning, it was great."
"I'm off work," Tomoyo hastened to say, "just looking around."
"Do you want me to let Dr. Kinomoto know you're here?" he
offered.
Tomoyo hesitated, "If it isn't any trouble, sure."
"No problem," and the young man was gone.
Tomoyo made her way inside, looking around at the various
sections of the grand museum. Still, her steps carried her to the China
exhibit, and the artifacts that had been recovered recently. A set of
robes hung in a display case, blue tripped in gold, while nearby an odd
staff rested, a design incorporating a sun and moon on the top.
"The metalwork on that staff is remarkable," the soft voice came
from behind her, "centuries ahead of it's time."
Tomoyo turned to see Sakura standing there, a soft smile on the
assistant curator's face. Her short, slightly ruffled brown hair fell
into her eyes, dressed in a simple lab coat over street clothes. She
also was a bit dusty, a smudge on the tip of her nose.
"You're a mess," Tomoyo stepped forward, wiping the smudge off
and bringing a faint blush to the other women's cheeks.
"Sorry," Sakura looked down shyly, "I was helping out over in
our restoration's department. I'm not so good with the fine work, but
I'm a wizz at cleaning."
"Ah," Tomoyo nodded. She tilted her head to the side, looking
the other woman over thoughtfully before asking, "Do you have any plans
for tonight?"
"I wasn't planning to go out," Sakura said softly, reaching to
touch the necklace she wore, the enchanted charm hanging from it.
"That's not quite what I meant," Tomoyo said. She shrugged, "I
was going to go out and grab some dinner, I was wondering if you'd care
to join me?"
"Hoeee?" Sakura blinked.
"Nothing improper," Tomoyo hastened to say, "I was just hoping
we could talk a bit."
Sakura seemed to shake off her moment of surprise and said,
"I... I think I'd like that."
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