The Cotton Club
Disclaimer- I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or any of its characters.
(A/N- well…thanks a lot for the reviews! I'm serious, they really helped. P.S I'm from Australia but I'm using American terminologies for most things. Movies n such are my inspiration. Lol.)
The big V8 engine of the Model T roars as it accelerates up to 45mph (its top speed at the time-thank you ghostrider! ) on the dirt road that adorns the outskirts of this seedy town. They really need to pave don't they? Whoa, look at that dirt fly. It's amazing the paints still intact.
Syaoran and his gang are having a laugh at the present. There's no need for them to be nervous, they are infact the most respected and therefore feared gang in town you know. And that job does come with its own perks. If you get what I mean…
But they weren't out with their lady friends tonight. Oh no sir. They have business to attend to, and if I were them I'd stop laughing! Now, that's better.
The Ford finally reached its destination for the evening. A cave out in the East. The snooty end of town as Frankie calls it.
But now they're practically out in the desert! There's dust everywhere. But that doesn't put the boys off. No. They get outta the car, and look, what do ya know, they've got a few friends rolling up behind em.
There's about, oh, I'd say, 30 of em? All big fellas, tough looking, haven't shaved in weeks kinda deal. All wearing dark clothes, one guy even went as far as to wear sunglasses.
It definitely is a sight, out here in the middle of nowhere. 30 men standing around in tailored suits and clothing, all carrying guns. Could make a grown man cry it could.
Syaoran took charge, being the leader n all, and gathered em around for an earful.
"Ok everyone, listen up, and listen well. You all know what you gotta do, and I'm trusting ya. Don't let me or everyone else down. Alright, go." Booms Syaoran over the gathered crowd.
All the men nod accordingly and then begin walking off in all directions.
Syaoran stands by his car and ironically lights a cigarette. Who doesn't need one in times of stress ay? He just sits back and watches his men at work.
About 10 men with Tommy guns lugged over their shoulders walk up to the cave entrance. Shots are heard moments later. About 20 rounds, or one magazine, from the submachine gun, shuffling feet is heard. After a few more minutes, they're then followed by the 10 men escorting out about 20 workers.
Meanwhile Syaoran is standing back, leaning on his car like the big man that he is, still smoking his cigarette. Looking as relaxed as can be.
Syaoran flicks his wrist which is the signal for another 10 men to get moving. They move along the side of the cave placing tubes of dynamite on the ground. Then with another flick of Syaoran's wrist, the remaining 10 men go inside the cave.
The 'hostages' are currently lying face first in the dirt with their hands behind their heads with several hand guns pointed at their backs. You can see the look on their faces, their scared shitless. Quite funny, grown men, almost crying. Told ya it'd be enough to make a man cry!
The ten men return from inside the cave. The signal for the trucks to back up to the entrance. No use in wasting good liquor right? The men then go back inside and begin loading the ready made bottles of liquor.
Bobby walks over and whispers in Frankie's ear who happens to be standing with a gun pointed to a hostages head. Frankie nods as Bobby walks away. Frankie flicks the cigarette outta his mouth and the boys begin to open fire on the men below. They were only lowly workers…right? Now with them disposed of, the job's almost done.
Once the trucks are loaded, everyone gets back into their cars and prepares to disappear for the night and straighten out their alibis.
Syaoran's still leaning against his car, still on that same cigarette. The men work fast don't they?
Bobby comes up to Syaoran with a bottle of liquor. Syaoran takes it and opens it. Whiskey, good whiskey actually. He removes his cigarette, imbedding it between his fingers for now, and takes a long swig from the bottle before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He puts the smoke back in his mouth and pulls a handkerchief outta his inside breast pocket, and stuffs it in the neck of the bottle. He removes the cigarette and lights the handkerchief. He waits two seconds before hurtling the bottle towards the cave. He takes one last puff and butts the smoke.
He jumps in the car with Bobby, Frankie and Joe, his most trusted men. And they begin their journey back to the city, which now, is all theirs.
Big Jim won't be able to compete with Syaoran, now that his main business is destroyed. Syaoran smirks at that thought. Syaoran is currently the new owner of the city of Harlem, both East and West. He'd get rid of Big Jim in the morning… Now that that thorn in his side is gone, he can go party. 'Hmmm…I wonder what Sakura's doing.' He thought deviously.
Syaoran strolls into his pent house on Fifth Avenue around 3am. Giselle is already up, waiting for him, as usual. Giselle was his new woman. She is French, blonde and with legs up to here. But she's been around for a week and a half now, so I'm thinking Syaoran's gonna give her the flick, especially with this new broad Sakura in the picture.
"It 'tis good to see you 'ar 'ome darling…" Says Giselle as she saunters over to Syaoran by the door frame.
He sees her and sighs. He's in for another long night, not that it bothers him. I'm just worried about Sakura. Such a nice girl like her, being forgotten at the drop of a hat, or the rising of a certain male appendage.
Sakura gets home from work at around 1am. It is an early night for her.
She lives on her own in the slums of Harlem in the West. She's paying $6.67 a month (A/N- these figures are accurate, courtesy of and only just manages to pay the rent. Poor soul I say. Syaoran tips barmen that much. She's a hard done by gal if I ever saw one. She needs a guy like Syaoran or at least his wallet anyway.
She got outta the house when she was only 14. Her step father was a no good beatnik. Drunk as a skunk all the time, beat her mother. Drove her to insanity it did. She now resides in the hospital up on the hill. Plays bingo on Sundays. He never beat on Sakura though, but when her mother left, she did too. She ran outta the house one afternoon, and never came back. I betcha he still wonders where Sakura is. Lousy sod. She went out and found herself a respectable job eventually. It wasn't hard, she was young, pretty and could at least sing.
Sakura fiddles through her mail like every other day and tries not to think about the bills pilling up in the desk draw. Next week…always next week.
She doesn't have money to spare, she saves every penny the poor darling. She just gets cuter by the second don't she? There's about a thousand bucks in her freezer at the present. Never been as high it hasn't.
She borrowed the money to buy the apartment. She's the only chorus girl in Harlem who owns her own apartment. And trust me, I know a few chorus girls. He-hmm… Anyway… She's a smart one that one, got a noggin on those shoulders of hers. Realised renting is a dead end, decided to 'seek others means' to getting her apartment. Course it means she's got a few debts here 'n' there, but hay, who hasn't. I personally enjoy gambling. I'm not allowed back in the Pink Poker anymore. There was some…unpleasantness. I have a few debts meself now.
She continues sifting through her mail before she decides it's futile and can wait until morning. She drops her keys and coat on the chair before waltzing into the bathroom. The night ends there for our leading lady as she gracefully steps into bed and settles down for the remainder of the morning.
Syaoran, on the other hand, is still up enjoying…other activities. Dam, dam Syaoran. Don't you know Sakura is sitting in bed alone while you fuck the brains out of yet another bimbo in tights? Alls well that ends well I'm sure. It's the middle that screws it up for ya.
(A/N- well I just wanted ya to see what an average day in the life of the characters is, it is short I know, but the next one will not be so short. I hate short chapters. If you do too, tell me about it. Write me, at review..)
-To be continued-
-Golden-Pond-
