Hello again! It feels weird being back so soon, but I have to say I like it.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who read part one and left me feedback, I was smiling all day from it yesterday! I guess, welcome to chapter two! Today's prompt was Action Couple. We're still in the same universe, obviously, but taking it back a few years. I'm super pleased with this chapter, I think it's really fun and exciting, and of course writing about these ladies in any capacity brings me joy.

Anything else? Oh yes, the title is from Breaking The Rules, again by AC/DC. Noticing a theme? LOL!

Enjoy~


"Do you want to come to a concert with me tonight?"

"What?" Tohru smiled and stirred her drink with her straw, making the ice cubes clink against the glass.

"I'm going to a concert tonight, do you want to come with me?" Saya smiled back.

"Where, on campus?" She asked, nodding over Tohru's right shoulder in the direction of the auditorium. They were sitting on the terrace outside one of the many cafés throughout Clamp Academy. It was a warm Friday afternoon in the late summer, so it was full of people studying, reading or just relaxing with friends before the start of the weekend.

"No," Tohru replied, and her smile took on the mischievous note that had made Saya's heart skip since the day they'd met. "My favorite band is in town, so I got tickets." Saya smoothed the folds of her uniform skirt, her eyes still fixed upon Tohru's face, her penetrating dark eyes and proud features. "I'm sorry, is this too forward?" She asked, her voice lowering slightly. Saya giggled softly, a faint blush in her cheeks.

"More forward than me calling you my best friend after knowing you barely six weeks? I'm not sure," she replied, and Tohru laughed.

"Come with me," she said, leaning forward on the table, and Saya felt a surge of her power, making her shiver despite the warm sunny day. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, though her mind had long since been made up, and nodded.

"I'll come."

"Excellent." Tohru grinned, picked up her glass and drained it. Saya let out another soft, excited giggle, watching Tohru's lips kiss the straw. "We'll leave once it gets dark," she continued. Saya leaned in closer too, both hands tight around her own glass, sharing her excitement, and nodded.


A few hours later, Saya was back in her dorm room, out of her school uniform but having no idea what to wear. She'd hardly ever gone out with friends this late, much less to a concert. Although she felt out of her depth, she wasn't nearly as nervous as she might have been: the excitement of being out with Tohru, just the two of them, overrode any and all anxiety.

Saya had had friends before starting high school at Clamp Academy, of course, but they were nothing like Tohru. From the moment they'd met in an opening ceremony at the beginning of the school year, Saya had known she was special, had felt drawn to her, had wanted to do anything to be close to her. The rush of unfamiliar feelings was almost overwhelming, and it had troubled Saya at first, but when Tohru hadn't pushed her away or been put off, she embraced it. In fact, they'd only gotten closer, spending almost all their free time together since that first day. Their classmates probably had things to say about it, but Tohru was supremely unconcerned, and it had rubbed off on Saya. She felt she could withstand any negative attention or gossip as long as they were together.

She sighed and shook her head, forcing herself to focus. She was supposed to be getting dressed because she and Tohru were going to see a concert. She furrowed her brow at the half of her wardrobe she'd laid out on her bed, but she had no idea where even to begin. She wondered suddenly what Tohru would wear, if she'd dress the same as she always did out of uniform or put on something special. Saya had a sudden vision of her in her own dorm room, perusing her own clothes, undressed with her hair down…

There was a sudden knock on Saya's door, making her jump about a foot in the air. She clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath and slow her heartbeat.

"Y-yes?" She cried.

"Saya? It's Tohru."

"Oh! Sorry, one moment!" Forcing the image to the back of her mind, she seized a skirt and top at random and put them on, then hastily fixed her hair before opening the door. "Sorry, I," she started to say, but was immediately distracted. Tohru was dressed in a figure hugging pair of jeans and a t-shirt displaying her favorite band's logo. Her hair was down, falling in long, lose waves about her shoulders. Saya swallowed. "I lost track of time," she finished, rather lamely. "Come in." She stood aside, and Tohru stepped over the threshold.

"Did I startle you?" She asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's all right," Saya assured her. "I wasn't paying attention, and…" Her voice trailed away, but Tohru just smiled encouragingly. Saya cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Is what I'm wearing okay?" She asked, looking down at herself, actually seeing what she'd put on for the first time.

"You look great," Tohru assured her, and Saya flushed, but smiled.

"All right, if you say so."

"I say so." Tohru smiled back and tilted her head to the side. "Anyway, are you ready to go?" Saya picked up her bag, stepped into her shoes and nodded. "Good," Tohru said. "We'll have to be discreet, considering we'll be back after curfew."

"You're a bad influence, Miss Magami," Saya giggled.

"It can't be helped," Tohru replied, shrugging. "Though it really depends on which side you're on," she added, thoughtfully. Saya narrowed her eyes, but before she could ask for clarification, Tohru had opened her door again, and they were headed back down the hall. "Stay close to me," Tohru told Saya over her shoulder, opening another door and slipping through it. Saya followed at once, finding herself in a dimly lit maintenance stairwell. They hurried down it, their footsteps echoing disconcertingly loudly. Saya was about to run down one more flight, but Tohru grabbed her hand to stop her. "This way," she said, nodding at a door to her right. "That just goes to the basement."

"Right," Saya said, as though it were something she'd have had any way of knowing. "Are we even allowed in here?" She asked, but Tohru just smiled, let go of her hand and opened the door. As they rushed out into the night, Saya felt almost like her palm was burning, and pressed it to her chest, feeling her heart pounding. Clamp Academy was dark and quiet, but still warm and pleasantly breezy. However, goose bumps rose up on Saya's skin as they ran away from their dorm, stopping just out of sight of the main gates, which were manned by security guards at all times. Saya leaned forward, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?" Tohru asked in an excited whisper, grinning.

"Yeah, just, when you said we had to be sneaky this wasn't what I was expecting!" She replied in a whispered cry, straightening up. They looked at each other, and dissolved into fits of excited laughter. For a while, they couldn't stop.

"Sorry," Tohru gasped, running her fingers through her hair. "All right, the security guard is going to go on break in," she checked her watch. "Five minutes, so the second he does we can run through." Saya looked at her incredulously, sure it couldn't be that simple.

"You'd think considering this is Clamp Academy they'd have better security," she said, cautiously, and Tohru let out a snort of laughter.

"Tell that to Twenty Faces." Saya hastily stifled her own burst of laughter.

"I almost feel like I'm in a heist myself!"

"If we get expelled let's become cat burglars," Tohru said, eagerly, and Saya's face lit up at the idea, ludicrous as it was.

"I'd love that!" She said, and Tohru gave her such a warm, genuine smile she felt almost lightheaded from the force of it. However, out of the corner of her eye she saw the light in the guardhouse go off, and gasped softly and pointed. Tohru turned, her entire body tensing.

"Let's go!" She cried. The pair of them sprinted over to the main entrance, out the gates and into the bustling streets of Tokyo. Once they felt far enough away, they stopped to catch their breath, again catching each other's eye and bursting into fits of laughter.

"I can't believe this!" Saya gasped, when at last she was able to speak. Tohru just smiled broadly and tossed her hair, giving Saya another radiant smile.

"I'm glad you're here with me," she said, and Saya couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course!" She cried, as though it were obvious. Tohru opened her mouth, but said nothing, her expression becoming intense and probing all of a sudden. Saya's eyes widened, but then Tohru just smiled again, her eyes darting to the right.

"This way." Saya nodded, and they headed off together down the street. It was a busy Friday night, and there were people out drinking after work, college students looking tired, cosmopolitan people dressed up heading to theaters or expensive restaurants. However, it was all meaningless noise and energy to Saya, who was completely focused on Tohru. "Stay close to me," she said again. They turned a corner, and found themselves on an even more crowded and noisy street, full of store fronts lit up so brightly it was almost like daytime. Everyone here seemed much younger, and music could be heard from every direction. Saya stuck close to Tohru as she led them confidently through the crowds, weaving in and out of people and things before stopping outside what was apparently a venue. She dug in the pocket of her jeans for the tickets, smiling at Saya and they approached the entrance. The man working the door gave them, then their tickets, a once over before nodding and taking a drag from his cigarette. "Let's go," Tohru said, yet again, and they walked through the door into a surprisingly large venue already crowded with people. All the walls were painted black, though they were covered in graffiti, and light poured off the stage, blurred slightly by the cloud of cigarette smoke in the air. Saya's mouth fell open and she looked around eagerly, not entirely sure what to make of it. She wanted to say something, but had no idea what, so blurted out the first thing that occurred to her.

"They don't care that we're high school students?" Tohru shrugged.

"So it would seem." Saya giggled.

"You're so brave," she said, feeling braver herself in the excitement of the crowd and haze of smoke above them. Tohru laughed.

"Hardly, I just," but she broke off, shrugging. "Let's get closer." And with that she took Saya's hand and pulled her towards the stage. They wove in and out of people standing around in groups, drinking and smoking and talking, before Tohru settled on a place twenty or so feet from the stage. "I think this is the best we can hope for," she said, apologetically, but Saya gave her an incredulous look.

"This is perfect, please don't trouble yourself!" She cried, and Tohru just laughed and squeezed her hand.

"If you say so," she said, checking her watch. "It's almost time!" A shiver of excitement ran through both of them like an electric current. Saya waited for Tohru to let go of her hand, but she didn't, so she said nothing about it, instead enjoying the warmth and security and excitement… Or was that just in the air?

Very suddenly, all of the lights in the venue except for a few on the stage went off. Applause began, low like the rev of an engine, and Saya took a sharp breath in as Tohru squeezed her hand and began to cheer. Saya joined in, and the noise built to a crescendo and erupted into an explosion of screaming and clapping as five people in silhouette strode onto the stage and picked up their instruments. An ominous guitar riff sounded, followed by banging drums, more cheering, and finally the stage lights came up again, revealing the band, who took a moment to smile and wave before diving into their song. Immediately the crowd was dancing and singing along, and Saya felt their energy, their music, in her body, heart and soul. Her eyes were huge and she let out a cry that no one could hear as she watched Tohru throw her head back, a look of ecstasy on her face. Saya let out another soft cry as Tohru faced her, still looking simply ecstatic, squeezed her hand and began to dance with her. There was a split second where Saya might have felt self-conscious, but it passed as they moved together, the music almost painfully intense, plenty loud enough to drown out her thoughts. She let go of her worry, or her mind, but held all the more tightly to Tohru, and it was the highest she'd ever felt in her life.

The song probably only lasted three or four minutes, but it might have been hours, days or weeks, Saya had no idea, until with one last scream from the vocalist, the song ended. The crowd cheered and clapped, but there was barely a break before they started to play again, this song a little faster. Again, Saya felt so incredibly high, and the songs all began to blur together, aside from those brief moments where the vocalist wished everyone a good evening, or where they stopped to change their equipment.

"Having fun?" Tohru asked, during one such break, leaning in close to Saya to speak into her ear. Under the sweat and cigarette smoke, Saya could smell her shampoo.

"Yes!" She gasped.

"Good!" Tohru straightened up and another song began to play, this one much slower, but much more intense for it. "Oh yes!" Tohru cried, and she pulled Saya into her arms so her back was up against her chest. Saya took a deep breath in and sighed it out, practically melting against Tohru, listening to her scream the words and feeling her emotion in her chest. She closed her eyes and they swayed back and forth to the rhythm, just feeling and listening, and Saya felt swept away, her mind still gloriously blank. The song built up its last head of steam, and the vocalist screamed the last word over a long, drawn out guitar solo before they both stopped abruptly, and the crowd exploded into applause. Tohru just cheered, then hung her head forward over Saya's shoulder, gasping. "God that was perfect," she said, and Saya just nodded. "You're still all right?" Again, Saya nodded. "Good." Tohru pulled away as the next song began to play, though remained much closer than she had been before, and they started dancing together again.

Saya lost count of the songs, of the hours, of everything except how good she was feeling, until eventually the band announced their last song. However, they went out with their loudest and most intense energetic one yet. Saya didn't think she'd ever danced so much or so hard in her life, but it was impossible to resist as the music pounded, as the band members themselves jumped up and down and danced, then came together in the center of the stage for one final guitar solo, then their bows. Yet again, the crowd exploded into cheers and applause, which seemed to go on longer than their final song. However, the band was loving it, bowing and blowing kisses, jumping up and down and lifting each other into the air. Eventually, however, they did leave the stage, and all the lights in the venue came back on, politely asking everyone to leave.

Tohru took a deep breath in and sighed it out, smiling a lazy, satisfied smile at Saya, which she returned, her heart swelling. Her feet were numb from dancing, her ears were ringing and she was uncomfortably hot and sweaty, but she didn't care. She felt blissful. She held out her hand, and Tohru took it and led her back through the throngs of people towards the door. However, she stopped by a counter selling t-shirts, records and photographs.

"I need the bathroom before we leave," she said.

"I'll wait here," Saya replied.

"Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine!" Tohru nodded and turned away, and Saya heaved a heavy sigh, still feeling deeply content. She watched the swirling crowds around her, everyone wearing the same expression, some holding one more drink or lighting cigarettes or carrying merchandise. Saya eyed a young woman carrying a t-shirt, then the door through which Tohru had disappeared, struck by a sudden inspiration. She didn't hesitate, knowing she had maybe seconds, and approached the merchandise counter. Fortunately, someone working spotted her right away and she bought a t-shirt, different from the one Tohru already had, and shoved it into her bag. Feeling rather pleased with herself, she made sure it was completely hidden before hurrying back to where Tohru had left her. A split second later, Tohru emerged, smiling at Saya as she approached, and they left the venue together. It had gotten much colder, but neither of them noticed. They walked side by side, not speaking, but the silence was satisfied, all the excited tension from before now relaxed and gooey.

"Stay close to me," Tohru reminded her, and her voice was low and scratchy. Saya giggled softly and linked arms with her, leaning her head against her shoulder. Tohru sighed softly, but they said nothing else until they were back outside Clamp Academy. Fortunately, the security guard was fast asleep, so they were able to walk by easily.

"I thought that was just in movies," Saya laughed.

"I hope our cat burglaring future is this easy," Tohru said, dryly, and they both exchanged a soft laugh as they made their way back up the maintenance stairway to Saya's dorm. Her floor was completely quiet now, everyone having gone to sleep hours ago. "Thanks for coming with me," Tohru said, quietly, as they paused outside her door.

"Thank you for bringing me, that was," Saya paused, swallowing, noticing how messy Tohru's hair was, though how beautiful she looked even disheveled. "Amazing…" Tohru smiled and hugged her. Saya gasped but wrapped her arms around her, closing her eyes in the embrace. They stayed there a long time, sharing breath and a pulse, before Tohru pulled away.

"Sleep well," she said, softly. Saya shivered as she stared her hard in the face. She hesitated, but then opened her door.

"You too," she whispered. Tohru tilted her head to the side, but then turned and headed back down the hall to her own floor. Saya heaved a heavy sigh, backed into her room and shut her door behind her. She leaned against it for a moment to catch her breath, all of the feelings drowned out by the music suddenly back and louder than ever. However, she knew she couldn't do anything about them right this second. She carefully put all the clothes on her bed back where they belonged, undressed and crawled into bed herself. Her ears were still ringing from the concert, but it was somehow soothing, and she drifted off almost at once.


Enjoy your moment of peace, Saya! See you all tomorrow!

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