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Chapter 2
Sakura and Tomoyo sat at the back of the bus, watching the road go by. They had stopped talking about their trip a few minutes ago, and were now waiting for any sign of a car. Only one truck had gone past since they left the pizza parlour.
They were driving down a long stretch of worn blacktop that was not heavily traveled. On one side ran a creek, on the other a steep bank of rock. The white center line had not been painted in years.
Sakura dropped her head onto her arm. She was bored, tired and couldn't wait to get home.
Rain was coming down really hard. It washed back over the bus in sheets, and the wind rattled the old windows.
Sakura's dad was sitting at the front of the bus driving, with Sonomi sitting next to him. Touya and Yukito were in the middle of the bus playing some childish looking game.
Sakura turned back to the empty road that stretched behind the bus. She continued watching the gravel go by, until something caught her eye. It was headlights in the distance. For some reason this made Sakura happy and not so lonely. Smiling, Sakura leaned her chin on her arm and watched as the wavering car lights came closer.
A silence had fallen inside the bus; Sakura took a quick glance at Tomoyo and found her half-asleep, with her head resting on the seat infront of her.
She turned round to look at the front of the bus and found both Yukito and Touya asleep, with Sonomi and Fujitaka watching the road carefully.
For the past five minutes Sakura had been watching the car lights coming closer, closer and closer until eventually they were right behind their bus.
The car was directly behind the bus now. Sakura straightened. She thought at first the car was going to pass, but it was too close. She leaned against the window for a better view. At that moment she recognised the boy in the plastic jacket. He was beside the driver, leaning forward grinning up at the bus. His drooping eyelids made slits of his eyes. He turned to the driver, said something. And he laughed.
For a moment, Sakura froze. There was something sinister about that boy's expression. She remembered the look in his eyes at the restaurant, the anger in his voice as he said, "Nobody calls me a punk."
She got up. Swaying, she made her way quickly up the aisle. "Dad?"
"Don't bother your father," Sonomi said in a strained voice, the window wipers were acting up. Each time they slowed down, her pulse quickened.
Fujitaka did not look around.
Sakura sat down in the seat behind him. "Dad, those guys are behind us."
"What guys, Sakura?" Sonomi asked. Sakura had her attention at last.
"The ones in the restaurant. You know, Sonomi, the ones who came over to our table, and Touya yelled at?"
"Did you hear that, Fujitaka?" Sonomi leaned forward anxiously. Her knees punched into the next seat.
"I heard."
"Dad, I think they're trying to do something."
"What, Sakura?" Sonomi asked.
"I don't know – force us off the road or something. They're too close."
Fujitaka's eyelids darted to the rearview mirror to check the headlights of the car behind. Then stepped on the gas. Sonomi clasped her hands over her heart as the bus began to shimmy. Danger was everywhere now – in the sluggish window wipers, the boys behind them, and the trembling bus. "Please, Fujitaka." She moaned.
"Please what? Please let those kids run us off the road?"
"We don't know that's what they're going to do. Maybe they're in a hurry. Maybe they want to pass."
"They can pass if they want to," Fujitaka said. "They have room."
"Fujitaka, they don't. Slow down and move over a little. Please!"
With his lips clamped together, Sakura's dad glanced down at the speedometer. He eased up on the gas pedal. Forty-five…forty…thirty-five…thirty…
Sakura glanced from the speedometer to the back of the bus where the lights of the other car lit up the window.
"If they wanted to pass," Fujitaka said beneath his breath, "they'd pass. Pass, you punks!"
"What's happening?" Touya asked, rising from his sleeping position. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Sakura said. "Just some boys trying to be funny."
"What are they doing?"
"Nothing just-"
Touya scrambled down the aisle and looked out of the back window. "It's a Triumph," he called. He knew cars. His voice rose. "And it's getting ready to bump into us!"
At that moment everyone on the bus felt the jarring thud as the Triumph struck the back of the bus.
Ok, that's it for today, but there might be a slight change on when Syaoran comes in, it may be next chapter or the fourth, if you review, then I'll try and get it into the third, ok bubye!!