AN: So, maybe I went on vacation again :/ I've been out of the country so much this summer I'm starting to feel like my actual home is more like a vacation home. Ha! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still owning nothing

Sakura awoke the following Monday, mind still reeling from the events of the past weekend. She had nor slept or ate properly, owing to the uneasy feeling that seemed to have settled in her stomach since that fateful night. She could have been killed, gone missing, kidnapped- anything.

Truth be told, becoming of age was now something that perhaps she thought she didn't want to do. Something she had so looked forth to in the conversations with her friends, yet now she felt as if she wished she hadn't- that she could return and rewrite the whole night; starting with never going to that club or touching a drop of the volatile liquid that she had so freely thrown down her throat and into her fragile body.

Moving out of her bed as the soft rays of sun cast down on her, she moved to ready herself for her day and school, and undoubtedly her friends and their theories on the whole night. She had avoided them since the weekend, calling Tomoyo and the others merely to say she was resting up for the weekend and to check they were all home safely. However, the events of the night were still fresh in her mind; the raw terror that had coursed its way through her veins as she imagined what she would actually have done if she was kidnapped.

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School looked the same. Same red brick building, same high black fencing tipped with golden arrows. Sakura sighed, looking to her black pumps as she walked through the fortress like gates, at least one thing felt normal. Surely the same routine would gradually claw its way back into her life now.

"Sakura!" Tomoyo's soft voice cut through her notions as she turned, seeing the young girl hurrying toward her, all soft dark hair and gossamer skin. She smiled, welcoming the normalcy of the school greeting.

"How have you been?"

"Better. I can't stop thinking about that night Sakura, and I know you can't. Heaven knows why else you would drudge around an empty house for a weekend otherwise." Her eyes held concern, or perhaps a deep seated fear that Sakura knew had settled itself in the bottom of her stomach as well.

She paused before replying. It would do no good to lie to Tomoyo, they were in the same boat. But why was this concern present? Why was it that she could no longer feel like it was appropriate to go about her daily life as she was so used to? Perhaps it's because somewhere she felt that it wasn't going to happen. That the night that they had met such strange people had inexplicably and irrevocably changed their lives from now and furthermore. Was it fear? Most likely. Perhaps somewhere she felt that she had become involved in something that she couldn't get out of. Being seen with those men, associating in the wrong places, all from one night that was supposed to be fun.

"Something is wrong Tomoyo. I feel it. I just feel like this isn't the last of it." She shrugged, feeling as if when she did the weight on her shoulders plummeted with the small action, assaulting her small frame.

"Oh Sakura, I know. But maybe we are overreacting. It was a strange event to occur, hai? Maybe it is just the shock on us both."

Oh Tomoyo. Ever the rational one, sometimes her friends rationalising did nothing to secure her own thoughts. She could hear the tremor in her voice, the slightly uncertain waiver as the words came out of her mouth. With a small smile, she moved them on, talking about various things; clothes, shoes, homework- anything that would exempt a word from being mentioned about the past weekend in an effort to ease their minds.

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Rain slid down the window pane as she moved her eyes back from the outdoors to the classroom once more. It had been falling since lunchtime, marring the sky and removing the soft sun of the morning. Moving her damp bangs from her face, she scribbled on the corner of her page as she attempted to concentrate on an equation. The point in such things had always mystified her, whenever would she need to use Pythagoras theorem with her life? She hated algebra, all the stupid little letters and numbers dancing and taunting her on the page in front of her.

It wasn't as if she was stupid, either. It was merely the fact that the grasp of mathematical equations escaped her interest, and her interest in everything since that night had wavered to the point of teetering off a cliff edge never to return. Yet as she sat, she was reminded of a pair of deep amber eyes in a rear-view mirror, looking behind. Amber eyes narrowing as they shouted at her, tears streaming down her face. Amber eyes that had softened every so slightly as they ap-

BANG!

Glass.

Everywhere.

The floor littered with specs of glass- shards gushing from the window panes as an assault of noises filled her ears into a crescendo of screams. A sudden rush of icy wind gripped her as she felt a body falling into hers, knocking her to the ground in a split second moment of madness as she focused on what was occurring around her.

Her classmates were on the floor, all of them. The teacher was crawling on the floor at the front of the class, a girl screaming in the back corner, Tomoyo following the teacher on hands and knees as more screams joined in.

Gunshots.

Loud and clear, ringing through the dull Monday din as Sakura heard more glass shattering down the hall. The windows were shot out of their panes, and Sakura was sure she could see blood flayed glass protruding from the leg of a boy to her left, perhaps what the girl was screaming at.

"SAKURA! SAKURA!"

Tomoyo's voice rang out in the screaming, other students frantically screaming for their friends, their parents, their life.

What was going on?

She felt a tug at her arm as she looked from her half-hearted crouch to Tomoyo, now in front of her and pulling her wrist, eyes wild and hair oddly sticking out at angles around her angelic face.

"Sakura! Come on! We need to get out of here!"

She nodded, mute from the noises around her. Her senses were closing in, ears thumping with the sound of blood rushing around her body, students screaming. Her nose was filled with the smell of the rain, and the iron stench that she knew only to be blood.

Following her friend to the corridor she met a sight that she was sure she would usually have had to blink at before she could comprehend it- but now was not the time. Students and staff from all classrooms were rushing around the hall, some crouching on the ground, some crawling, some running- one shared goal- to leave.

Tomoyo's breathing was heavy as she pulled Sakura along, raising them to a half stance as they stuck to the walls, trying to exit the building as others were doing. Before they had just reached the mat that signalled the exit be only a couple of metres away, she quickly pulled back on her friend, wrenching her arm toward her.

"Tomoyo! I don't know what's going on- but what if whoever did this is out there? What if we leave here, and get shot!"

Tomoyo's mouth bore no words, as obviously in her fight or flight moment she had not rationalised this though as she usually would. She simply stood, akin to a gold fish, pondering the next move.

"TOMOYO! SAKURA!"

A brown head of hair was working it's way toward the, waving and grappling to get past students. For someone so small, it took her not long to battle through the throng of students to the others.

"Rika! I'm so glad you're safe!"

"What do we do? Do we try and run to the car? Who do you think's behind this? Some people in my class are pretty hurt from all the glass. There are bullets everywhere. "

"I don't know, Sakura said that they might still be out there." She was biting her lip, always a bad sign. Whenever she bit it, she never actually knew what to do.

"Do … Do you think it's anything to do with this weekend?"

Both of the other girls faltered as they stared at their brown haired friends, emerald eyes moving to amethyst as the words sank in. Heart beats began racing. They had known it wasn't over, but surely this wasn't anything to do with their mistakes?

"Oh no…" Tomoyo gasped, finally coming to her senses.

"We're getting out of here; my car is parked right out by the gate. If we can get out there, we can drive to mine, and we can lock the gates. Then we find out what's happened here. "

They looked dubiously at each other before moving toward the door.

"On one, just run to the car."

"Three."

"Two."

"ONE!"

They flung themselves out of the door, rushing toward those metal gates that had signalled the return to a normal life that very same morning. Damp beads stuck to their bodies as they swiftly moved across the car park, thankfully the sound of gunshots not apparent to any of them as they did so. The amber flash of lights on the car opening was a welcoming sight as the three hurled their bodies inside, the key forced into the ignition before the back door had even snapped shut.

Sakura plunged the car into reverse gear, other students around them doing the same as the car park became littered with cars of fleeing people from the situation at the school.

"Go Sakura, hurry!"

"I can only go as fast as the car in front!"

"What if Rika is right?! We need to get out of here!"

"Stop panicking Tomoyo, we're on the street!"

Her friend's voice stuck in her head, what if Rika was right? No, surely. No-one was truly aware of who they were, a bunch of schoolgirls who had nothing to actually do with what they'd accidently happened upon on the weekend. She pressed her foot to the accelerator, taking the car off at speed down the road, sharply turning a corner that she usually would take at a snail's pace. She heard Rika relax slightly in the back, a soft sigh escaping her mouth. Perhaps they were worrying for no reason at all.

"Sakura, we're being followed."

Shit.

AN: I feel a bit weird about this chapter, and I'm not sure why. I don't really like it, but this story is a slow burner, but it can't be that slow burn or I'll get way bored. So it's time for some action! Hope you liked it! R&R!