One Sunday morning, Sakura was cleaning the bar up from last night's all out thug celebration. "Ugh, this happens every night before Sunday," I mumble under my breath as I sweep broken glass and and dirt off the floor.

"Sorry Sakura, but I need to buy more booze and meat, that last party emptied us out completely. Do you think you can handle cleaning by yourself? The owner questions apologetically as he slips on his raincoat. I smile sweetly.

"Oh, of course! I don't mind, go ahead! I'll take care of everything here," I reply as I urge him towards the door. The owner smiles and pats my head.

"Thanks a lot, you're a life saver," he praises. Then he tucks on his hat, and sets off. I shut and lock the door for safety and continue to tidy the place up. I sweep most of the glass and dirt out and fix and set the chairs and tables properly in their place. Next, I grab a rag and a small bowl of water and start to clean the counter, shelves, and tables. After polishing everything, I take a seat behind the counter and catch my breath.

"Mmm, I'm so tired, maybe I'll take a small nap before I return to work," I suggest, resting my head on the counter. I glance at the clock, 1:10pm. I still have time to take a rest. Slowly, I close my eyes and yawn myself into a deep, peaceful sleep.

BANG! BANG! Suddenly, I hear a loud sound at the door. "Mmm, who is it at this time? We don't open until 9:00," I groggily whisper, glancing at the clock, which read 2:00.

"Open up, and give us some booze!" a deep, growling voice yells through the door. Ugh, thugs. Slowly, I get up and start rearranging the things on the shelves.

"Sorry, but we're not open. Please come back at 9:00 tonight," I reply calmly, continuing my business sleepily. Ugh, for all the days for two drunk thugs to demand for booze at her owner's unopened for business with her by herself. Perfect, just perfect. I roll my eyes, and walk over to the tables, wiping them down again. After a few seconds, I hear nothing. "At least they're finally gone," I mumble under my breath relieved. I stare at the door for a few more seconds when... BAM! The door is kicked open violently, frightening me out of my wits. The two overweight men, wearing the same matching white shirt, and black slacks charge in. Instinctively, I turn to run through the back door. However, one of the thugs grabs me roughly at my wrists, and twists it behind my back.

"Eeek!" I squeal in pain. Behind me I could hear the amused laughs of my to attackers, as I grimaced in pain.

"We got a scrawny one here, don't we?" questions one of the two. GOSH! This is annoying. I used my free arm and elbowed the guy in the stomach, making him lurch back in agony. The other lunged for me just as I ducked behind the counter. Where's the key!? Where's the key!? I desperately think as I fumble in the drawers for it.

"Hey! Come here!" I hear them shout. Instinctively, I jump up and climb onto the counter, but just as I'm about to jump off, I feel a hand on both my shoulders, pulling me down, making me lie down flat on back on top of the counter. Furiously, I thrash my legs around, trying to wriggle my way out of his grasp.

"We got a feisty one here," the other man growls. He grabs my legs, and slams them down on the edge of the counter, causing a shooting pain within them. I shut my eyes from the pain, when I feel something cold and sharp against my cheek. I snap my eyes open, only to find my attackers staring down at me amusingly, one of them holding a knife against my cheek. "Now, ya gonna serve us free booze or else!"

"Or else what?" I smirk daringly. The man scoffs as he pressed the knife slightly harder against my face.

"Or I'm gonna destroy that pretty face a yours," he threatens. "To bad your such a beauty too." I scoff. His face turned red with frustration, clearly not liking the face I wore. "Ya just don't know when to keep your mouth shut!" He raises the knife, and I shut my eyes waiting for it to strike my face. BANG! I hear a loud gunfire.

"Agh!" I hear one of the men say. The man holding me down grunts in anger, then grabs my waist, pulling me in front of him like a body shield. I open my eyes in time to see a tall man, with an eye patch, windblown dark brown hair, milk skin, white shirt, two-three top buttons undone, black vest, long brown coat with golden accessories and black collar, a dark brown belt around his waist, a dark grey-ish brown belt over his shoulder, black trousers, and knee high grey-ish brown boot which are laced up

"Heh, so many bottom feeders here, why go after a scrawny kid like this?" he sighs, obviously already bored with the situation.

"Don't take another step or she dies!" the thug behind me says. The man in front of me makes a face of extreme annoyance.

"Ya think ya have right to order me around like cattle!" he threatens coldly. Man, this guy is scary. He points his gun at the thug's weapon. WHAT! He's gonna shoot something that's this close to my face! He may be handsome but he's crazy! As if he could read my mind, the man smirks. I snap my eyes shut, praying in my head. BANG! I wince at the sound, but feel no pain anywhere. I slowly lift my eyelids. Then my gaze goes to my attacker withering in pain on the floor clutching his hand to his chest. "Yo kid, hurry up and get out a here," I hear the man say. I fix my gaze to him and quickly nod my head. I take my first steps around the counter when I hear another voice at the door.

"Hey, Eduardo!" shouts a younger looking man as he stops at the bar door. He was a bit shorter than the other, he had dirty blonde hair, dark green eyes, white shirt with puffy sleeves and a low cut, a navy blue vest going all the way down to his mid-thigh, a salmon thick scarf above his waist, a brown belt on his waist, black trousers and knee high brown boots. The man who saved me a few seconds ago, turns and says,

"Russell." Then the man named Russell takes a look at the inside of the bar. His eyes widen.

"Whoa! What happened in here?" Russell questions. The man named Eduardo replies,

"Just taking out the trash."

"What! Why the heck didn't ya leave any for me!?" Russell complains. Eduardo smirks.

"Knowing you, you would make a too big wreck of the place," he says smoothly. Then he turns around to face me. "Why are ya just staring! Move it, get out of here!" My mind jolts back to reality and I fumble to get to the door.

"Ah, yes. Thank you!" I manage to spill out as I pass the two men. I run for about what seems like 10 minutes, then slow my pace down to a walk. I lean myself against a wall, breathing heavily. Thank goodness I was saved. Who were those two men anyway. I've got to say they both are good looking. Then I realized what I just said. Stop it! Stop it! Now's not the time to think about that. I need to find my boss. I push myself off the wall, and start walking to the market when I hear someone shout behind me.

"Hey! There's the girl that got our brothers injured!" a scratchy male voice shouts behind me. I turn my head to face the voice, and see a group of thugs running toward her. Uh oh, gotta run again! I start sprint down the cobblestone road, not realizing I was headed for the dock. "Hurry up ! She's getting away!" Snap, they're right at my heels. By now, my lungs are screaming for proper oxygen. I won't be able to run like this for much longer. I need a place to hide. I scan the docks, and see a few barrels that look empty.

"There! I can hide inside one of them," I run up to one and open the lid to check if it was empty. "Perfect!" Then I hear bounding footsteps behind me from a distance. I quickly hop in and close the top of the lid. Ugh, it's a bit squished in here. Either way, I stayed in the barrel for about 15 minutes. Ok, I think it's safe to come out. I'm about to lift the lid when the barrel moves onto it's side and rolls. Ah! Someone's moving it! Thump! I think the barrel rolled over a bump or rock, because it made my head hit against the barrel wall hard. Then blackness entered, and I was out.