"Yay!"
Sakura cheered as she skated out of the diner and down the street.
"Work is over!"
She smiled to herself, for a job well done, before paling and dropping her bag widening her eyes.
"OH MY GOD! That was Kuramei Jagenshi! One of the most popular boys in school!"
She clutched her face in a panic. 'Get a grip girl, he will probably forget you by tomorrow', She thought, smiling a bit and re-starting to walk. Gazing around, she stared in awe at the stores just closing, and the beautiful houses, smiling at a family walking down the street and nice people passing each other politely.
It faded though, as she turned at a corner, and grabbed her gun out of her purse, loading it and hardening her gaze, more alert and a bit down glancing at her neighborhood. Sadly she didn't live with one of those nice families, or in one of those nice houses. No, she had to live on the bad side of town. With no family, killing people for a living. Yeah, it was the life. Glancing around quickly, she skated as fast as she could down the street to her apartment.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she dashed and hid down an alley, trying to make as little sound as she could. She just knew she was being followed, she could sense it. Gun ready to shoot, she glanced around panting slightly from the running. Maybe she should run back to her apartment and grab her katana, she was only a few blocks away.
Using her demonic speed, she skated as fast as she could, stopping at her building and gently opening the door. Once inside, her skates were removed and picked up as her socked feet made their way to the elevator. Humming while she pushed the button, she wondered who was following her, and why. What did she ever do to deserve a stalker? She mentally sweat dropped at that thought. Of course with the murdering and stuff she was bound to have a few people out for revenge, but it still made her on edge. Jumping a bit, she was brought out of her thoughts by the elevator dinging. As the doors opened, she quickly made her way inside of it. As she felt herself be jerked up in the crappy elevator, she continued humming a song. It was one her mom used to sing her as a child. Frowning at thoughts of the past she slowly walked out onto the fourth floor and continued through the hallways.
Stopping at her door, she put down her skates and fumbled for a key. Grinning as she found it, she opened the door and rushed in, locking it behind her. She let out a breath of relief, feeling slightly more secure, as she leaned against the door and slid down it. For some reason this one presence bothered her more than usual. It gave her the chills! Glancing around the dark room, she stood up and walked to her bed, crouching down and reaching under it. Smiling, she grabbed what was desired and pulled it out, hugging it tightly. Her katana. Yawning, she climbed lazily up into her bed, instantly cuddling up with it and falling asleep.