Tomoyo got out the limo immediately, after entering the Daidouji Mansion. She stopped in front of the tantalizing stairs, pausing to hear… nothing but silence. No cooks, bodyguards, no caretakers. Her eyes drifted over fifth step of the stair, imagining her mother standing there, with her smiling face. Waving at her frantically, a phone on the right hand.
Her celphone ring broke the silence. The ring of Moonlight Sonata, its sad tune giving the atmosphere the right cliché. The display said: Loki. She smiled for awhile, before picking up.
"My Snow-White, we still have lots to do."
"I´ll be right there father." She answered, sprinting on top of the stairs, running past the image of her dead mother.
She strip off her uniform. Blindly taking one of her usual outfit from the stacks. It was her black tight leather dress. She tied her hair into a pony tail before heading back to her father.
Her everyday business was not hard. The usual selling the weapons through the toys, collecting taxes from some bars, arranging new business partners. But that wouldn't fall into her programm today. She was out for threatening the ones who threatens the goods. She smiled gladly to herself, stretching her limbs and taking her usual weapon. The antic samurai sword with its violet-white grip.
She was trained to use it well, and she was proud to show her father her skills. Tomoyo now knew how it was to fight. Not only watch from behind the camera. Admiring Sakura. This situation had shocked her. She remembered it, just after the death of her mother. A black haired man, standing out her doorstep, telling her, he was her long lost father. But that wasn't only the thing that surprised her. It was the fact that he was a mafia boss, and he would take her in. But she was so alone, and grieving, her mask failed to protect herself against her own father.
He was a man with soft eyes and gentle smile. It was something that reminded her of someone so well. Someone who left, a long time ago. A boy who she loved, without knowing.
She stepped out of her black ferrari. She was under eighteen, but her father gave her the ability to drive eventhough. Tomoyo had never thought of enjoying the feeling of breaking the rules. But she did, now… She slammed the door with a hip swing, stepping into the back side of the one of the red-light-district´s bar. Somewhere she doesn't really belongs to. She heard steps behind her. Her two bodyguards. Two boys, older than she is. Under the name of Rafael and Michael. Those are only the code names within the mafia circle. Like her name Snow White.
All of them were different people at night. There was something under that dark sky that makes them wild. The music was muffled from the outside, but you could hear clearly which song was being played. The back door was also guarded by a big posture. He didn't back away, seeing Tomoyo there, with her tight suit and a samurai sword on the hand.
"Get out of the way." She said releasing a yawn.
"No extra visitors today, strictly permitted from the boss." He said, boring his eyes on her. Trying to intimidate her.
Tomoyo smiled sweetly. With a swift movement, she pass her sword before his eyes, cutting strands of his hair. He shook with fear. Gulping a big lump in his throat, he backed away.
"Thank you." She then said.
It was not hard to spot the old rotten wanna-be Yakuza. He was brightly enjoying himself in the V.I.P. Lounge.
Rafael threw Mr. Kisho a bottle wine, which shattered on the floor with a burst. The amusement on his face disappeared, his head shot up angrily. But after directing it on Tomoyo his face soften.
The others left the room and they were soon only four in there. Michael closed the door immediately, switching the music off as well.
Tomoyo kicked a chair forward, making it fall. She swung the sword playfully on her shoulder.
"You probably know why I am here." She paused. "And without further discussions, I would demand what is under our possession."
His mouth opened, but quickly shut itself after Tomoyo stepped forward, capturing his neck on her delicate fingers. She pressed her long nails against it. Making him shout in pain, and with the back side of her hand she hit him. Kisho´s face rested on the right side from the blow.
"Give us the money you corrupted."
After recovering, Kisho locked his gaze with Tomoyo, his grayish hair sliding on the side.
"You bitch!" He shouted lounging forward from his sitting position. Tomoyo kicked him on the face with her leather boots, making him fall on the floor with full force. She let her foot rest on his stomach, digging her heel on it.
"You are dumb." She laughed sweetly, as if making a realization. "But next time you do something which is not of my taste, I would personally slice your head off with my sword." She added seriously. "Or I might find a way to make it painfuller." She turned around… Kisho sighed in relief, but before he could realize, Tomoyo already had something in her hand. His finger, still pulsing. Blood dripping…
The man cried in pain, making her laugh more heartily. She turned around, dropping the finger on the floor as if it was nothing. "Rafael, clean it for me please."
They then went down the club. The music was deafening. But it makes you forget everything about the world. Here. In the middle of the crowd. Noone really cares. Most important is to make yourself loose. Let everything go and just move with the music.
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