That was maybe the worst night ever. The darkness was doing its best to suffocate the city in its cold mantle of shadows, while the city was resisting the passive assault of the obscurity with all the force of its street-lamps and the weak help of a pallid half moon's light, almost all covered in menacing thunderous clouds. All the roads were shining due to the reflected light and the rain puddles, costantly hitted by the rain, that soaked everything in that gelid autumn night.
But the saddest sight of all was a lonely cherry tree: helplessly shaking its naked branches in the windy storm, he looked like he was freezing too in the iced downpour. The rain drops resembled tears descending along the trunk, silent witness of his jolly past, when he was beatifully letting the spring breeze steal his pink petals, letting them make a graceful midair dance that often ended with a soft landing in the small garden's lake.
Under the tree a pair of shady fellows were unsuccessly trying to take shelter. They weren't very visible since they were almost totally dip in shadows, but their shilouettes were completely distinguishable: the first guy was very fat, his round belly looked like a basket ball, but the second was unnatural. he was long, extremely long, his body was wrapped around the tree, making many turns, and then the rest of his body vanished in the darkness behind the tree; the final piece of his trunk was dangling from a branch, forcing him to arch a lttle bit in order to look at the fat guy in the eyes. Their only visible features were their hats: both weared a black hat with a white stripe, one of those hat that you could have seen only in the 20's, wore by a gangster.
<< Damn. Why we must work under this tempest? >> said the tall guy.
<< Come on Johnny, tonight is the night. The strom will muffle our break-in. They will not even hear us arrive.>> the fat guy answered.
<< You're right Don. But I would still have liked to avoid any kind of rain. You know that I hate to get wet. >> Johnny replied
<< Of course I know, it's normal for us. Are you ready? >> Don replied.
<< Yep, where are we heading anyway?>> Johnny questioned
<< Boss said the target is called "Tendo dojo" >> *CRRRAAACK-BOOOM* suddenly a thunder striked on the city, flashing all the landscape, illuminating the faces of the two fellows as well. They both presented a feline muzzle. Johnny was smiling, a weird smile that showed two little canines on his pale face; like all the cats his eyes were yellow and with a vertical pupil, but the flash made them look creepy and unnaturally big. Don on the other hand looked like a very lazy cat: his fuzz was orange, with a majourly brick coloured noise disturbing his tigerly pattern; his eyes were green and expressed calm and relax, except now, when the flash made them look scary as well.
After the flash, they reluctantly left, heading out of the public garden.
They were walking on the street, avoiding the puddles, in order to maintain their Italian shoes and gessato suits as dry as possible, or more correctly, Don was doing that. Johnny had a lot of plastic and metallic cones protunding out of his suit, almost 15 centimeters tall, that permitted him to move like a centipede, without letting his belly touch the ground.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived in front of the dojo. It looked like a normal two storey house with a small garden, a tree and a pond, and a smaller building connected to the main one, that they supposed to be the dojo's palestra itself.
With their target finally individuated, Johnny asked: <<So, who are we going to mess with ? >>
<< Boss talked about a guy with a red shirt and a queue... >> Don answered(i.e. pigtail, NoA)
<< The cursed guy? >> Johnny interrupted.
<< Yeah, him. And the blue haired girl aswell.>> Don added << they are the  principal targets, Are we allowed to spread the chaos a little bit more ? >>
<< I don't see why not. Uh, look... a roof! Do you fancy continue the talk under it? >> Johnny suggested.
<< Sure, let's go! >> Don happily agreeded
...Later...
They were sitting on a bench under the roof of a bus station. Well, Don was. Johnny was wrapped all around Don, in the way they often did: Don loved to stay as warm as possible, and Johnny needed a place to rest on, and the bench was too small to offer seat for both of them. The plastic-metallic cones with the round top were retracted inside Johnny's suit, as he was able to control them somehow. Actually, he had a button on a neclace around his neck, activating the gel that inflated the cones, with micro-pumping systems all around that suit the doctor made for him (NoA: who's the doctor, you may ask... Wait and see, young padawan )
<< Uhm, I have a lot of weird ideas in mind. We surely could have fun messing with them. Should we? >> Don asked
<< Sure, let's have fun with our actual targets first>>