Sunlight filtered in through the window, making the two girls' brown hair shine brightly. One of them was fuming, and she appeared to be on the verge of tears.
The other was sitting silently, her chocolatey eyes watery as well. She fiddled with her hair a bit, tightening the ponytail it was in.
"Those stupid boys think they can do everything around here, don't they?" Chiara spat, gripping a piece of paper in her hands tightly. "Killing my girls... My family... Walking around like they're better than us... I'll kill them all... Every last one of them." She crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it at the ground next to her.
"Oh, come on, sorella," her sister, Felicia, sighed, a small frown etched onto her face. "It's going to be okay... I know that they took a few people from us, but we're still as strong as we've always been, and we're gonna get even stronger!" Her frown turned into a confident smile and she leaned across the small kitchen table, grabbing her sister's hands into her own.
Chiara looked up, staring with tear-filled eyes at her younger sister. "Y-You really t-think so?" she asked, her tone trembling as much as her hands were. "I-I mean... I know I can kick ass, but..." She stood up quickly, wiping away her tears and inhaling deeply.
"Where are you going, Chiara?" Felicia inquired in response, mildly surprised by the sudden shift in the shorter girl's attitude.
"Nowhere," the older sister sighed, placing both of her hands on her hips and smirking slightly. "Just taking in the fact that I, Chiara Vargas, am the boss of the best gang in all of New York."
"That's the spirit!" the younger chirped, jumping up and practically tackling the other girl in a giant hug.
Later that night, the two girls had unlocked the door to a local cafe, and made their way inside. They kept the lights off, using only the moonlight that lit the polished wood tables and clean tile floor to maneuver through the building.
"It's a shame we can't turn the lights on," Felicia sighed, closing her eyes sadly. "I bet this place looks absolutely adorable and cozy when it's fully lit!" Just the thought of a warm, yellow-tinted light in the cafe made the Italian smile.
"Yeah, yeah," Chiara grumbled, looking around. "Just shut up and wait for the others, alright?"
"Alright, Chia," the younger sister chirped in response.
The older of the duo had began to walk around, twisting a lock of her chestnut hair in her slender fingers. The younger followed, mentally thanking her sister for wearing heels that made gentle clacking noises. It was a nice tool that aided in finding the shorter girl.
After a little while, Chiara had figured out the layout of the building. She walked from one restroom to the other, then slowly made her way to the counter where people were served.
"I can't believe you know someone that runs this place," the older sister teased. A small dissatisfied noise from her younger counterpart made her laugh.
"That someone is my girlfriend!" Felicia whined, crossing her arms. "You know her just as well as I do! She said she would be here tonight..." Another small frown made its way to the tall woman's face.
"Right, okay. Your stupid girlfriend- who probably gets off to potato porn- is prone to lying to us- me in particular- in order to escape my Italian wrath!" Chiara's tone was a bit more triumphant than before, and she had resumed her earlier pose with her hands on her hips.
"That's so gross, Chi!" the younger Italian cried, her tone trembling. "Also you and I both know you couldn't kick her ass if you tried!"
"Wanna bet, ?"
"No..."
The sound of a bell ringing jerked the two girls from their argument, causing their heads to turn.
"H-Hello?" a small, scared voice inquired, and Felicia jolted after hearing it.
"Sakura! You're here!" she cried, rushing over to her friend and tackling her in a hug.
"Ah! F-Felicia, please get off of me...!" Sakura said, her voice strained.
The taller woman complied, pulling herself away from the hug and smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry," she giggled, rubbing the back of her head.
The shorter woman inhaled deeply, her face now flushed and her expression frantic. She ran her fingers through her short, straight black hair, taming the mess slightly.
"It's f-fine," she mumbled, staring at the ground. "So... When are the others going to get here?"
Chiara tensed slightly, an awkward expression on her face. She spoke softly, her tone trembling.
"To be honest, I don't kno-"
The sound of the bell silenced everybody in the cafe. Footsteps, loud ones at that, filled the building, followed by slightly crazed laughter.
"The awesome Julchen has arrived!" cried one of the newer visitors, throwing her fist in the air. She had long, silvery hair, and bright red eyes. "And her baby sister Monika is here as well!"
As she was mentioned, another woman walked in, this one taller than the first. She had short blonde hair that she kept running her hand through.
"Keep it down, would you?" she grumbled, her light blue eyes narrowing.
"Dammit," Chiara grumbled. "Of all of the people to show up, it had to be you guys?" She crossed her arms and frowned deeply.
"Monika!" Felicia cried, jumping onto the blonde girl. "I've missed you!"
"What part of keep it down do you not understand?!" the taller girl screeched in response.
"Shut the fuck up!" the older Italian spat, closing the door to the cafe. "We have to wait for everybody to get here, and that means we can't get caught! By anyone! And considering how loud you're being, it'll be a feat if we pull that off!"
After a few more people had arrived, they had all moved the cafe's tables and arranged them in such a way that there appeared to be a single, extremely long table. They had taken the chairs and placed two on each side, as well as one at each end. One of these was occupied by Chiara.
"So I hear the Vargas family is trying to get rid of us, eh?" she asked, as if she wanted to begin the meeting. Several conversations that had began filling the room convinced her that her ideas were unrequited. "Hello?"
A few minutes passed. Nobody silenced.
"So I hear the fucking Vargas family is trying to off all of us, e–eh?" the girl repeated, her tone now extremely loud. She snorted at the sight of everybody shutting up.
"Yes, that's right, mia ," Felicia replied, her caramel eyes glowing slightly in the moonlight. "Why are you suddenly so interested in their whereabouts?" Murmurs began to fill the Italian's ears.
"Why are you suddenly so nosy?" she retorted, silencing the noise.
The younger sister flinched at the sudden response, as if she had been bitten by the words. "S-Sorry..." she grumbled, her eyes watering slightly. "I just w-wanted to know..."
"It's not like we're going to stoop to their level and get involved with them, anyways. We don't have nearly enough people to get rid of all of them, either."
Monika, after seeing Felicia's emotion fade into sadness, decided to cut in.
"Hey, Chiara," she said, her voice gruff and her tone a bit sharp. "I have an idea." Her blue eyes were narrowed into a glare that ultimately sent shivers down the older Italian's spine.
"R-Really?" the other girl stammered, a nervous smile forming on her face. "Y-You do?"
"Ja, I do," the German woman replied, crossing her arms indignantly.
Chiara's smile fell. "Really?" she chided, narrowing her amber eyes. "It's too bad that I'm superior and couldn't care less about such insignificant opinions!" The woman fell back in her seat, crossing one leg over another and scowling.
"Hm. A shame." Monika loosened, her crossed arms falling.
The girls' argument was interrupted by the door flying open, and loud laughter filling the room.
"Nice to see you, too, Amelia," the blonde girl grumbled, much to Amelia's amusement.
"Hey there!" the girl, deductably American from her accent, snickered. "Sorry it took so long, I trusted Alice with directions and she read the map upside down! What a card, am I right?!" She made her way to the seat next to Julchen, a bounce in her step.
"Why does that not surprise me?" the albino girl said with a snort. "But I do have one question; why did you trust her with the map?" A smirk found its way to the taller girl's face.
Alice slammed the door closed, whirling around and glaring at the German. "You know I can hear you, right?!" she cried, marching to the empty seat nearest Sakura. "Rude!"
"It's not very ladylike to call people that to their face, you know," Julchen mocked, her expression teasingly innocent.
"Shut your wh-" She was cut off by a slam.
"Both of you shut the fuck up!" Chiara interjected.
"Yeah, guys," Felicia piped up. "I think we should focus on the task at hand!"
"Thank you, mia ," the older Italian sighed, slumping over a little. "We're currently discussing plans to get rid of the Vargas family."
Julchen's hand shot up.
"Si? What is it, Julchen?" the younger Italian asked, smiling warmly.
"One question; whatever we end up doing, can we call it 'The Awesomest Plan To Ever Exist'?"
A collective groan swept over the group.
"No," several people replied in unison.
"Damn."