Can I just say that I have no idea why I called this story Oh, Sweet Death. It just seemed appropriate at the time and I suppose it could be because a lot of people die.

Well Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this but if anyone tries to steal my plot I shall sue!

Na just kidding!

Oh, Sweet Death…

Written By PrEeN

Chapter 1: How to steal a motorbike for idiots.

Walking down the crowded streets, I reflected on the events of the last 24 hours. Hitashi had offered me a place to stay but I declined and said that I had some things to do. Really I didn't think she would buy that but she did, and all she had said to me before I walked out the door was "Be careful and lay low". She also gave me a new set of clothes before I left, which I was very grateful for. What she gave me was typical spy wear. All black and leather. My kind of clothes.

Everything was such a puzzle to me right now. It is kind of like the stage when a teenager realises just how big the world is and how small they are but I just couldn't get a grip on anything.

I stopped and turned around towards the direction of the J.S.S, building to get an idea of where I was and where I was going when something caught my eye. One of the all too familiar thugs was walking out of the building and he stepped into a green Ferrari, which had a slogan of some kind of animal on it. I think it was some sort of dog. They sped off and the J.S.S. building was left in a huge cloud of dust. And fire. Literally.

"Oh Hole Crap!" I cursed, as I shielded my face with my arms. I waited for the smoke to clear. All I heard were sirens going off and lots of screaming because you can imagine that in this situation you would be panicking.

I slowly walked back towards the building, on the way passing multiple bodies that were covered in blood. There was particular corpse that was in an interesting state. What seemed to have happened was an extremely sharp piece of metal must have come from the building and half decapitated some girls' head. She also had a few shards of glass in her stomach and one in her eye. Nasty stuff…

As I reached where the front entrance was, all there was left were a few bricks. You would think that a Spy base would have better security.

But why were those thugs in there. Are they following me? Have they found out who I am? All I knew is that I had to get out of there. I started down the street at a fast pace as I took out my cell phone. I dialled the number I knew off by heart and waited for an answer.

"Hello Daidoji residence. Who may I ask is calling?" A polite voice asked me.

"It's Sakura Kinomoto. I need to talk with Tomoyo right away" I urged pushed past a few terrified civilians.

"Hold on Miss. Kinomoto"

"SAKURA-CHAN!" I heard in the background.

I waited until I was certain she had the phone up to her ear. "Hey Tomoyo-chan" I said flatly. "Look I need to borrow some stuff. Is it ok if I come over"

"Of corse Saku-chan! You know you are always welcome here, you don't need to ring first." Tomoyo stated more hyper than usual. 'Eriol must be there' I thought absent-minded.

"I know. I just needed to make sure that you were home"

"Ok then. I will see you soon"

"Yep"

I hung up Aikiri's cell and continued walking at a fast pace. The thugs had destroyed my apartment for sure so I had to go to Tomoyo's and get some weapons and transport. But where would I go from there?

I had a bad feeling in my stomach that the thugs would find me again soon. I didn't have much of anything to go by. 'That can't have been the ONLY base for the agency. There were hardly any people. There has to be someone else who would know about the box.'

I felt a chill go up my spine and I knew that someone was following me. I kept on walking as to not raise suspicion. My eyes darted to the side and noticed that the thugs were walking along the opposite side of the road. I broke out into a run and watched as they mimicked my actions.

There was a screeching sound up the other end of the long road and as I turned my head around to the side I saw that it was the green Ferrari fast approaching.

I spotted a man that had just stepped off his motorbike to talk to someone and noticed that the keys were still in the ignition. So can you guess what I did? Probably the most stupid thing I have ever done in my life but I was desperate. I jumped on and took off, after putting the helmet on of corse. I heard the angry man yelling after me and I was sure that I heard him crying for a moment but I soon shrugged it off.

As I weaved past all the other vehicles on the road I soon entered the freeway. Firstly I would like to point out that car chases are nothing like they are on TV. They are very dangerous and bloody. I highly recommend them. (AN: I don't really recommend them. That is just the psycho Sakura talking).

At this point I had absolutely know idea what I was to do to get them off my back, but I just knew that I had to get back off the freeway and away from people so no one would get hurt. Not that I cared…

I took the first exit off the freeway, which led to a suburban road. I could here the car speeding up behind me so I took a sharp turn into a very narrow street. I turned behind me thinking that I had lost them but just as the car was about to turn the corner a sleek, green motorbike swerved from behind the car. It also had the logo on the front.

I manoeuvred the bike over to my left a little so I could reach some of the garbage cans that were on the side of the road. I held my hand out and they fell over. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the person following me jump them all.

"For all things that is holy!" I cursed, turning my gaze back to the road before me, just in time to see the cliff that I was about to fall down.

As soon as I had seen the path, or lack of, I skidded the bike off to the side, falling off in the process. The person on the other bike also stopped. He dismounted and started to walk towards me. Surprisingly, instead of just getting out his gun and shooting me then and there he reached for a holster on his belt that held two identical swords. He held the two swords and looked ready to attack but instead he threw one of them to me, handle first. I caught it with ease and raised an eyebrow at my opponent. It was weird because, although we both still had our helmets on he could almost sense that I was questioning his actions.

"What's the fun in an unfair fight?" His voice was muffled by his helmet-clad head, but not so much that I couldn't make out what he was saying. Un like the other members of the gang this one looked young, around my age, and unlike the others, this one spoke Japanese.

We both got into a fighting stance and prepared to fight. Despite the helmets both of us were wearing and the tinted shield masking our faces, I could still make out his eyes and for that whole minute and a half, waiting for the first one to make a move, none of us broke the eye contact.

Getting impatient with the silence, I lunged forward closing the gap between us, sword outstretched. He blocked it with one swift movement and retaliated quickly with a strike to my head. I ducked, only avoiding the attack by a few centimetres. Before standing up straight, I made a swipe at his knees, which he avoided with a side split jump. He landed in a crouch position so I took this opportunity and did a downward strike towards his head, forgetting that he had a helmet on. He blocked it. I barely gave him time to think before I began throwing strikes at him continuously, him blocking each one, until he knocked away my sword with his.

Slowly, he walked forward. Each step he took towards me, I took back until I tripped on a log. He stood just at my feet staring down at me through the tinted plastic that separated our gaze from coming in contact. He lifted the sword slowly up above his head and I glanced around to look for possible weapons. Spotting the log that I had tripped over I brought it in front of my face and blocked the sword.

"What happened to a fair fight?" I questioned before rolling to the side and standing up.

"Hey! I gave you a weapon, and you lost it" He commented simply.

This time it was his turn to attack and I leant backwards, my head nearly touching the ground and kicked his sword out of his hands.

He flinched, taken aback. "They didn't tell me that you could fight THIS good though".

"Who didn't? What do you want with me?" I asked trying to keep the intimidation out of my voice as much as possible. I raised my hands up in Kuumai as did he and we began to circle each other.

"How should I know? They give me as little information as possible, most of the time I don't even know who I am targeting" He shrugged. There was a fuzzy sound and a deep voice saying something in a foreign language. He replied in the same language. "Your safe for now. We'll meet again soon.". And he left. Grabbed his sword got on his motorbike and left.

I stood there gob smacked. 'He didn't kill me' I thought. Who the hell was this guy?

To Be Continued…

Eh? That took a while to writ cause I am having major MAJOR writers block, so unless you guys wanted to wait another couple of weeks for me to update then I had to end it there. Hopefully I think of some better things to put in the next chapter.

Until Next Time

Li.