The moment they saw their friend on her knees, bawling her eyes out, the girls instantly sobered and rushed to her side. "Sakura! What happened?" Samantha kneels beside her friend, who was clutching onto the rails of the staircase, her other hand covering her mouth to hide the pained sobs.

"Samantha... Let her calm down a little." Cecilia suggests, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I don't think she's ready to talk just yet."

The blonde woman hesitantly backs away, standing between Paris and Mica, who stare at Sakura with concerned eyes. "Sam, Paris, go to my closet upstairs. Grab her a pair of clothes, probably pajamas so she can get comfortable, okay?"

Th two girls nod and rush upstairs, turning on the lights on the way. "Mica, can you go grab her a blanket, please? She's shivering right now."

"I'll go make some tea or a hot drink..." Cecilia suggests, disappearing into what most likely was, Angel's kitchen. 

"Sakura...? Are you okay?" she asks cautiously once all the girls were gone. Only Sakura's shaky breaths and small whimpers could be heard in the empty living room  as she shook her head no, letting her tears fall freely again.

"Angel, here it is." Mica comes out with Paris and Samantha, tossing the clothes and blanket to Angel, who catches it and helps Sakura stand up, supporting her since her shaky legs weren't able to.

"Sakura? We need you to change into this okay? Just dress here." Angel gently pushes the hacker into a guest bathroom, where Sakura unsteadily changes out of her own clothes and into the new ones handed to her by the girls.

As she exited the bathroom, her old clothes in hand, she smelt the fresh scent of hot chocolate and found all the girls in the living room with cups of hot chocolate and marshmallows in their hands. "There you are... Come, sit down." Mica mutters, patting the spot between her and Samantha.

She nodded and seated herself on the couch, letting her old clothes drop onto the floor next to the couch. "Now, tell us, what happened to you...?" Cecilia asks, handing her a cup of the drink. "You said you would come tomorrow around 5:00 am. Why are you so early?"

"..." "Sakura... You need to tell us what happened or we can't help you." Paris says quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"My flight arrived and left early, okay?!" she replies, a little irritated. "And around 12:00 I came back to Tres Spades, and everyone was drunk and in their own rooms. Eisuke went with someone, and I went to my suite... I... I found him..." she ended her once held strong sentence in a weak mutter.

The girls, with no words, instantly understood what she meant and they all pulled her into a hug. "Oh god... What the hell did he do...?!" Mica hisses as she pulled away from the group hug. 

"I swear... I'm going to get him..." Paris adds, rubbing Sakura's shoulder comfortingly. 

"Sakura? What do you want to do?" Samantha asks, "If you don't want to go back... You can stay with one of us. Maybe not with Paris, but the rest of us can cover you."

"...Give me some time... I-I'll think about it..." she mutters, but Cecilia and Angel somehow managed to see her hesitance. 

Sighing, Angel places a hand on her shoulder. "Sakura... I know you love him and all but I don't want you to rush back into this. Especially after this..." she advises, looking at Sakura, who finished the last of her chocolate.

"I know... I just want to give some thought into what I'll do next." she said, standing up. "But one thing's for sure, I'm not going back. I'll just call someone who has ties back in Japan." she said, looking through her phone to find the name 'Shay Greene'.

~*****~

"Thanks for everything girls. I'll talk to you tomorrow once I thought about everything, 'kay?" Sakura gave each the girls a hug, thanking them with a small smile. After having her old clothes washed, Sakura had returned Angel's clothes and changed back into her home.

After a short call to Shay, Mamo's girlfriend, Sakura had managed to convince the detective to let her stay the night with her and help her escape Dubai.

"You ready, Sakura?" Shay asks, looking up to her with her blue eyes. You probably would've passed right by her due to her outfit, her black clothes blending in perfectly with the shadows Angel's house's shadows cast.

"I'm ready. Thanks again, see you." she waves them goodbye and climbs into the car with Shay, who switched the engine on and dashed through and down the streets. 

"Now, care to tell me what happened?" "I'll explain everything when we get to your place," she replies indifferently. "It's a long story."

"Fine."

After a quiet ride back to Shay's condo, the two girls fall onto the couch, before SHay looks for an explanation, which Sakura gave.

"Oh... God, I'm so sorry... But if he cheated on you, then he's not worth it. Just ditch his ass." she says, kicking her feet onto the table in front of them.

"I know... But do you still have your guitar? I want to use it."

"In my room down the hall. Last door to your left." "Thanks."

~*****~

As Shay heard her friend singing in her bedroom, a song that she had never heard before, she fishes her phone out her jacket's pocket. Contacting an ever familiar number, she presses the phone against her ear.

"Hello? Mamo? I need your help with something..."

"What's wrong, kid?" "I want you to keep this from the rest, 'kay? Especially Oh and Ichinomiya."

"What happened?" he slurred, and Shay could tell he was a little drunk. "You woke me up so this better be important."

"Listen, Sakura caught Oh with someone else. She wants out, and she's going to move to Paris. I need you to cover me and her until we get out of here. Because starting tomorrow, if she's still not back, they'll be sniffing around."

"Oh, you fuc..." Mamoru bites his tongue. "You got it, kid. I'll call you later."

"Thanks, Mamo, night."

~*****~

The morning after, Soryu awoke to a pounding headache at 10:00. The room smelled of sex, booze and perfume. Unfamiliar perfume.

He looked around the room, and he found himself butt naked, but no other signs of people around. "What the..."

Then he saw it. The little card that had a name and phone number messily scribbled on it, even a little note he didn't bother to read except for the last line.

'Let's keep this as our own little secret from Sakura, hm?'