A young girl with honey-brown hair and bright emerald eyes runs down the road, her knee-high black boots splashing in a water puddle every now and than. Her black skirt reached just above her knees and her pink tank top was half hidden beneath her black jacket. She continued to run until she reached a beautiful three-story, blue Victorian house. She pressed a button at the gate entrance and a maid's voice came out of a box next to it, "Yes? Who is it?" The young girl bounced anxiously on her feet, "It's Sakura. Is Tomoyo ready yet?" There was a long pause before she got a reply. It was a different voice than the maid's, "Hey Sakura. Yeah, I'm ready. I'll be out in a moment." There was a click and the gates slowly opened. A young girl with long purplish-black hair, amethyst eyes, and flawless pale skin walked out. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black boots the stopped above her ankles, black boot-cut jeans, a violet tube-top, and a black jacket similar to Sakura's. Sakura smiled evilly, "Alright! Let's go crash a party!"
Tomoyo smiled just as evilly and nodded her head. The walked calmly down the street, the street lights come on one by one as they pass under them. They near a corner where a dark purple car is parked. They climb in with Tomoyo in the driver seat. Tomoyo starts the car and loud heavy metal music escapes the speakers. With windows down and music blasting, Tomoyo hits the gas and speeds down the street, taking sharp turns when needed. Twenty minutes later, they approach a simple, two-story house. They park three houses down at the curb and get out of the car. Tomoyo smiles, showing off a row of perfect, pearly white teeth as she opens the trunk of the car. She reaches in and opens a briefcase which held four guns and two daggers. The guns were in pairs, one set was silver with a plum blossom on the handle and the other set was black with a cherry blossom. Tomoyo picked up the silver set and hid them under her jacket as Sakura did the same with the black set. Sakura took the two knives out and slipped them into her boots. Tomoyo opened another briefcase and lifts out a hand held digital camera. She turns it on and aims it at Sakura, "Smile for the camera, Saku!" Sakura smiles sweetly for a moment than says, "Alright, lets get going."
They walk back to the house where people crowded everywhere and alternative rock music was blasting. They walked up to the house and go inside like they belong there. They go through crowded room after crowded room until they finally find what they were looking for. Sakura glances at Tomoyo, who nods her head and goes upstairs. Sakura walks over to a tall, built, blonde hair, blue eyed man and holds one of her guns to his side. She stands next to him to block anyone's view of the gun. He looks at her startled as she speaks calmly into his ear, "Upstairs, master bedroom. Now." He starts to protest and Sakura pushes her gun into his side slightly. Nobody seemed to notice either one of them as she followed behind him up the stairs and into a large bedroom. Once inside the room with the door shut and locked, Sakura pushes the man towards the bed roughly. The man stumbles, tipsy on alcohol, and falls onto the bed. "What the hell is this about?" he demanded as he turned on the bed to face her. Sakura smiles sweetly, "Come on Derick, I thought you liked it dirty." Derick glares at her and growls, "What do you want?"
Sakura continues to smile, "I want you to confess." Derick tries to act confused, "Whatever do you mean?" Sakura sighed, "Let's not play around. You raped Sarah than killed her." Derick shrugged as if it was common knowledge, "I was drunk and she was a slut." Sakura moved so fast that he didn't see it until his cheek was stinging and her gun was pressed to his forehead, "She was not a slut, you bastard!" Her teeth were clenched and she was shaking with rage. At that moment, Tomoyo stepped from the closet, "We have the evidence we need, Sakura. No need to shoot him." Derick looks from one girl to the other, than at the camera in Tomoyo's hand. "You bitches!" he growled before leaping at Tomoyo. The camera dropped to the floor as Tomoyo reached for her own gun, but it was to late. Tomoyo fell to the ground as Derick's limp body crashed into her. Sakura stood over them, watching as a large bruise formed on Derick's head where Sakura had hit him. "Get this piece of shit off of me." Tomoyo wheezed breathlessly. Sakura rolled Derick off of her and helped her up, "Let's get out of here." Tomoyo picked up the camera as they heard the noise outside cease.
They went out onto the balcony, careful not to make any noise. They stealthily climbed down from the balcony onto a tree, than down to the lawn. Glancing up at the balcony, they hear a ear-piercing scream. They look at each other than run through backyards until they reached Tomoyo's car. They jump in and speed off, running red lights and not stopping until they reached Sakura's street. Stopping a few houses from Sakura's house, Tomoyo turns off the car and hits her head on the steering wheel, "Damn it. That was close." Sakura looks at her, "The evidence?" Tomoyo lifts her hand from her jacket pocket and holds out a small tape. Sakura takes the tape and holds it up, "The cops will pay us a hell of a lot for this tape on that son of a bitch." Tomoyo smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah, they always do. Well, see tomorrow then? At the Café Club?" Sakura smiles at her best friend as she gets out, "Of course, honey. Talk to you than." Sakura closes the door and runs off to her house as Tomoyo drives off back to her own house.
