a/n: hi again friends! I really love to be back (as if I left) and here, once again, one of my new stories.

Actually, this is not an original story. This didn't come from my mind that became tired of haunting love teams just to form a story. Anyway, I will tell you where in the hell of the world I got this story after finishing it (this is to those who are not acquainted to the story). I don't want to let you know anything! To those who knew this, eventually, it's okay to flame me, because I'm telling you, I place gas on flames. May clue ako: "watch the movie My Sassy Girl."

One more thing, guess the POV yourself, okay? This story is rather effective using the character point of view rather than being the storyteller.

WINDSTRUCK

I wanted to end my life. There is no more point to live anymore. Yet, I don't know what stops me to do this. Are you there? Are you the one who is stopping me to do this to be with you? Please don't. The pain inside me fires and I need to stop this. I don't want to live anymore…

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"Hey!" Fuuko shouted as a man hit her, instantly splashing coffee all over her blouse. "Gosh that so hot!" She looked at the culprit and muttered, "Well, let's see how you can get this!" She removed my shoe and threw it to his way. Instead, it hit some chattering college students.

"Hey!" one of them shouted.

"Gomen," Fuuko apologized hurriedly, getting her shoe and running after him again.

The man was running continuously. However, Fuuko noticed that he was quite familiar to her. She threw her shoe once again and it hit him on the head, making him lose his balance.

"Gotcha!" Fuuko shouted triumphantly, pinning him to the ground and sitting on top of him. Eyeing his hair that she pulled, she gasped. "Mi-chan! I can't believe that you're stealing something!" she told him outrageously.

He tried to explain. "You monkey! Stop pulling my hair this instant! I am just trying to chase the robber!"

"A tale!" Fuuko replied disbelievingly. "You're just taking the hook off you. You're caught in the act. Come on, I'll take you to the police station!"

When the two arrived in the police station, everyone was staring. "Officer Kirisawa, you're off-duty today. What brings you here?"

"Sir, I saw this guy stealing. Caught in the act!" Fuuko told him proudly.

The chief surveyed Tokiya through his glasses. "He doesn't look like a robber."

"Well, he is," the woman argued.

"Carry him off then," the chief answered carelessly, not looking at the person Fuuko was offering him.

"Wait!" Tokiya pleaded. "I didn't steal that! I was chasing a man who stole that bag from the lady. Look!" he offered. "I can even draw his face."

The other officers looked at Tokiya with interest and unmistakable awe. The chief started the question, still not looking at Tokiya. "You can draw the culprit?"

He nodded. One of the men gave him a pencil and another took a piece of paper. Tokiya started to make some strokes while Fuuko looked at him, frowning. "Can that guy draw? Unbelievable," she wondered loudly, attempting to break the silence that ensued while the others gaped at the wonderful (and they admit, handsome) man who was drawing the criminal for them.

Minutes later, he showed the sketch. They compared it to the picture of a man who has a record in their office. "He is gifted," the chief said, after taking the drawing, his eyes not leaving the newspaper.

"And innocent!" some of the women police officers giggled uncontrollably.

"Nonsense!" Fuuko said, her anger rising up. She won't let herself be beaten, and fall to disgrace if they knew that the guy she caught was innocent.

Everybody ignored her as the others asked him to sketch a picture of himself/herself. He agreed.

Fuuko envied them so after the last one, she sat in front of him and said, "My turn."

"No," Tokiya replied airily.

"What are you saying?" Fuuko replied, holding his collar.

"I'm innocent, right?" he confirmed. The faculty nodded fearfully.

Fuuko sighed. "Bastards…" she muttered. "Why the hell are you scared of him?"

"Because he is…" some of them started.

Tokiya strode out of the office before they could even manage to say who he was but Fuuko followed him. "Hey!" Tokiya knew that it was Fuuko but she pretended not to hear her. She shouted once again. "Mi-chan!"

"What?" he asked.

Fuuko didn't look at him directly. "Sorry for the trouble."

"Sorry?" Tokiya thought. "I thought that word was not in the monkey vocabulary!" "Then?" he asked back.

"Do you want me to treat you for dinner?" she asked happily.

Tokiya was taken aback. "Whatever."

"Good!" Fuuko replied, taking his answer for a yes. She dragged him to a nearby stall and asked him, "What do you want?" she surveyed his look. "Listen here," she reminded. "I'm just a police officer so don't expect that I'll treat you to an aristocrat bistro, okay?"

Tokiya nodded nervously. "She still has those threats of her."

After eating, she saw five high school students wandering, laughing. "Hey! Don't you know that there's a curfew?"

"So what?" one of them spat, looking at her. "Are you my mother?"

All his companions laughed. Kirisawa Fuuko won't take this as easy as a baby. "Laugh out loud, losers! You wanna die?"

"Boys," their leader called out. "Get 'em."

Tokiya wanted to get away from this trouble as much as he can but Fuuko fought the hoodlums. Minutes later, they were all down and bloody.

The leader tried to escape by crawling but Fuuko stepped on his back. "Hey, you're the son of the "King of the Nightclubs", right?"

"You'll pay for this!" he threatened slowly.

Fuuko laughed. "Yes, go to your daddy and hide under your mommy's skirt! Big baby!" he kicked him once again that he rolled away.

"Did you know what did you just do?" Tokiya asked in astonishment.

Fuuko clapped his hands. "Yeah, sure." However, she spotted something suspicious.

"Not again!" Tokiya muttered. Too late, Fuuko placed a handcuff on his right hand and placing the other one on her left.

"Come on!" she tugged. Tokiya had no choice but to run with her.

"Careless!"

a/n: I resent being dead! It sucks! Anyway, I'm really happy to be back… are you also happy? If you are, please click the blue button on the left and, you know…