Hi. I've been having this idea for quite some time already, so I decided to write it down. Enjoy!

It was Sunday afternoon.

The one who caught his attention this time wasn't even pretty anymore. No. This time, she caught his eye almost naturally, and apparently not only his. And honestly, Ricky wasn't surprised at the slightest about that fact. She was visibly of the highest class.

Her clothes were fine and fashionable, and he was sure he saw something alike in one of those well-known and recommended shops – white shirt, white skirt patterned with black zig-zag, black thighs, gray heels and gray pullover. Her hair was let loose, long, straight and healthy cascade of melted chocolate, her skin fair and features noble, eyes sharp and so perfectly chestnut. Not to mention her figure, as if one of those Victoria's secret Angels just appeared before him.

She was definitely going to be a challenge. Challenge Ricky's willing to take – because the more risk and the higher difficulty, the higher prize.

(It's a bad idea, part of him yelled. It's a very bad idea – but he ignored it.)

Ricky was experienced with women, and upon closer examination, she looked also ordinary. Typical girl to fall for typical guy who shows a bit of interest in her. And Ricky honestly never considered himself all that handsome, he wouldn't dare to compete with ones like Sweet Mask, but he was quite a catch himself. Or so he thought.

She sat alone by the table in Starbucks Coffee reading a book. Some kind of dull romance, Ricky was absolutely certain as he walked over to her.

"Hi" he said, sitting next to her as if it was his place. She sighed, marked the page she was on, closed the book and looked at him. And it was not something he expected it to be, for he expected lost, embarrassed girl stuttering upon seeing his self-assured posture. That one, however, was simply annoyed, and shocked him when she, albeit with very melodic voice, barked out:

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Whoa, don't need to be like that!" Ricky said with a cocky smile. "Just saying hi."

"I do not recall us being acquaintances on any level" she growled. "Especially not on a level where I would allow you to greet me with a 'hi'."

"Okay, okay, sorry…" he muttered, taken aback with the remark. This was not what he was used to, but he was certain she was just playing hard to get. They sometimes did.

"And you just sat next to me as if it was your spot. Without even asking whether I'm waiting for someone or not" she remarked, tapping her manicured nails on the table's surface. Only now Ricky noticed her nails were long, sharpened to look like claws and painted with matt black. "This was very rude. Do you even have any manners?"

"I…" now he had no idea how to answer. Instead, he looked to the side, spotting a book she was reading. He honestly expected to see Stephenie Meyer… Not Stephen King.

"Think about that next time you try to pick up a lady" she said, grabbing the book and showing it into her big, gray purse. "Things are not what they seem."

And with that, she left.

Ricky growled, anger boiling in him. He was not going to allow some damn harlot fuss at him. He wanted to fuck her, and he would. And a paralyzer that he always held close would assure him that. With that thought he got up and bolted after her. It was nothing new for him, to be honest.

What could she do, anyway?

She could do a lot, he realized later, when she held him above ground by his throat with just one hand as if he was a mere doll, not grown-up, trashing man. He wanted to 'surprise' her in dark alley, but instead, she surprised him. She was apparently expecting him to follow her as well.

"Who… The hell… Are you…" Ricky gasped, clawing her hand, still reassuming his desperate, albeit futile tries to free himself from her iron grip.

"Me?" she asked, cocking her head with a delicate smile on her full, perfect, rosy lips. "My name is Sakura. Ito Sakura. And I'm just ordinary school teacher."

Yeah, right, Ricky though. Ordinary as fuck.

And then, with absolutely no warning, Sakura snapped her wrist, and spine in Ricky's neck area let out a very unpleasant, crunchy sound.