Chapter 3 : Meeting Black Cherry…
In a different part of Tokyo, someone else was getting ready for the event too…
Sakura sighed as she got out of her oversized sweater and baggy pants, only to replace them with a black top and some black jeans. After she put on some extra stuff that made sure people would recognise her, she sighed again. She was lost in her own thoughts again, memories of a long forgotten past. She thought of her mother, who died when she was three years old. Of her father, who also died, in a plane crash when she was eleven. Her brother, once always by her side, left her when she was 14, his studies made him go to England. Everyone left her, she thought. Except for Tomoyo and Eriol. She snickered. Those two were quite extraordinary by themselves, as a couple, they were lethal. When she was 15, she started racing at night. She told herself it was only to make money so that she could survive in Tokyo city. By now, she knew better. She was one of the richest people in Tokyo, damn it, she was one of the richest people in Japan! She did not race for money. She raced for the thrill of it. She raced for the racing only. It was the one thing that could make her smile. She thought back to her first racing days. Together with Tomoyo and Eriol she made promise. Eriol would become the best organizer in Tokyo, Tomoyo the best designer, and she the best racer. Together, they would be invincible. The plan succeeded. They were all well known. Sakura became Black Cherry, Tomoyo became Amethyst and Eriol became Moon. With some unforeseen results, perhaps.
People always knew who Amethyst and Moon really were. It was necessary for their work. But Sakura was always hiding her real name. With her reputation, she did not want people bothering her when she went to school, or wanted to do groceries. So Sakura became Black Cherry at night. Nobody knew who she was at day, except for Tomoyo and Eriol, who helped her maintain her two identities. At day she would wear baggy clothes, and at night she'd wear designs Tomoyo made for her. It worked, till now.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an incoming Tomoyo.
"Saku !"
"What is it, Moyo- chan?"
"I just got a call from Eriol. There will be a new racer tonight, he flew in from Hong Kong."
"That Li asshole, right?"
"Yup. At least try not to kill him tonight, we might need him. I heard he's pretty good."
"And I heard he's a wolf."
"True, true. Now get ready. You know where the event is, right? I have to help setting up some things, so I'll take the bike and go ahead. I'll see you there, 'kay?"
"Sure, I'll see ya there. Say hi to Eriol and punch Li for me, will you?"
"You're so funny Saku – chan…"
"I wasn't joking."
"eh… well, you can bring your guns, but remember, NO bloodbaths, okay? It took us three hours to clean the last massacre, and I'm NOT gonna help ya again."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I had a good reason."
"Really now…"
"The guy scratched my car!"
"…"
"Oh, come on!"
"…"
"Can't I at least kill Li?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Damn it."
"Just get ready, Sakura. I have to go."
"See ya there."
"See ya."
Sakura put on some fingerless gloves, and put her hair in a ponytail. She looked at it. Tomoyo used it for experiments, causing it to have the weirdest colors at time. This time her front bangs were still their natural auburn color, but the rest of her hair was a mix of black and white. ( a/n. when I say white, I mean white. Not blonde. White. Like snow)
She went to her garage to get her car. She unlocked it and went inside. As she turned on the engine, she laughed at the sound of it. This was what she was made for. Street racing was in her blood.
---In a different part of Tokyo---
"Syaoran…"
"Leave me alone Eriol."
After ten minutes of driving, they arrived at the scene. Syaoran was still pissed of at Eriol, so they sat there for five minutes straight without saying a word. Suddenly Eriol jumped up, running of to a purple bike that just arrived. It had Amethyst designs on it. Syaoran wondered what made him so happy, until he saw who stepped of.
Daidouji. Tomoyo. The girlfriend. Damn it. Now he had to watch two lovebirds all night. He wondered what she was doing here, though.
The talked for a while, and then started walking towards him with an evil glint in their eyes.
He started backing away slowly, but found himself bumping into a wall of people. When he turned to see how far away they were, he found them standing right in front of them. He glared at them without any effect. Then Eriol smiled.
"Waddya want?"
"Hello Syaoran… Did you meet my girlfriend already?"
"I think… this morning, right? Daidouji Tomoyo?"
Tomoyo gave him a smile.
"That's right, Wolf-kun. Just call me Tomoyo at school. But here, I'm afraid you'll just have to use my street name. It has a better reputation, you see."
"Oh really… and what would your street name be?" Said Syaoran, while his mind panicked. 'Why the hell does she knows my name!'
Tomoyo snickered. Suddenly, she started laughing out loud. Eriol laughed with her. Syaoran just looked at them, you could tell by his face he was confused.
"Ohohoho… you don't recognise me? Well, I guess it could be because we never spoke in person. You probably know me better as…Amethyst?"
Syaoran mentally punched himself. Of course he knew Amethyst. He paid her a fortune for some exclusive designs. Due to the fact that they lived in different places, all communication with her went through e-mails and phone calls. He kept thinking about it for while, until Eriol's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Syaoran, you're already signed up for the race, it's starts in three minutes. Get your car over there."
"Anything specific I should know?" He asked.
Tomoyo just ended a phone call, and looked at them. He didn't like that. She could look even scarier then Eriol.
"What?" They both asked.
"I just got an call. Black Cherry will enter too."
"Seriously? I thought she wanted to lay back for a while?"
"I thought so too. I knew she would come, but I wasn't aware she would enter the race."
"She's entering alright. I suggest we'd all get ready. She'll be here soon."
Syaoran could only look at them, wondering what they were talking about. He did hear about Black Cherry. She was one of the best racers in Tokyo, she made a lot of money with it, but that was it. That was all the information he could get on her.
Suddenly he heard another car arriving. He recognised it of course. It was well known to every single street racer. It was the car of Black Cherry.
