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The silver BMW M6 Convertible rolled into the parking garage, slowing down to a stop by the security guard. "Name?" the guard asked the woman inside the vehicle, his clip board up to his face. The woman inside rolled down her window (she had the hood up on her car) and poked her head out, flashing a toothy smile at the guard.
"Shiori Yanahara, director of FBI." She flashed her badge at the guard, who looked at her for the first time. She looked to be a twenty year old woman, her pitch black hair reaching just below her shoulder blades, her wide blue-grey eyes filled with a look he couldn't explain, her face was in between pale and tan. She looked a bit young to be the director of the FBI. But the badge was authentic…actually it looked pretty old. The guard sighed, knowing he wasn't allowed to ask someone of her authority questions.
"Go ahead." The guard waved her through. The woman inside the car smiled again before thanking him before she drove on through to find a parking spot.
"Hey mom," The driver flashed her blue-grey eyes to look at her daughter who sat in the passenger seat, looking at her mother expectantly.
"What is it, Rita?" The woman asked her daughter, a slight smile on her face.
"Why are we in Spain again?" Rita asked. It was true; being director of FBI meant that if there was trouble in any of the other branches, Shiori had to go immediately to that branch along with an assistant. Apparently the branch in Spain had some sort of breach, so they called up Shiori, and here she was, sitting in her BMW M6 Convertible in the parking garage in the middle of Spain .
"There was a breach in the file system here and the employees here can't seem to find out who breached it." Shiori rolled her eyes before opening her car door and stepping out onto the black top. Rita did the same.
"Why couldn't they have just called someone else?" Rita muttered irritably.
"We're here anyways, Rita, might as well get the job done. Do you want to g shopping later?" Shiori asked, hoping that Rita would stop complaining.
"No we used to live here, remember? I've got enough stuff from this country." Rita answered as they entered the building, unconsciously flashing their badges at the guards, who nodded and pointed the way. In reality they didn't need to, Shiori had help create the plans for this building, though the measly guards didn't know that. Shiori followed were they had pointed to, coming out of the hallways and into the large main room, were employees bustled about their work, phones rag in the distance. Shiori and Rita strode down the isle toward the director of that particular branch.
He smiled a wrinkly smile; his electric green eyes pierced Rita's soul, making her edgy. She never did like this guy. That's right; he was a demon, as most directors were. He was a dragon demon, which wasn't uncommon in Europe . The humans thought dragons died out long ago along with demons, HA! You know how sometimes you look into someone's eyes and they just give you the creeps? You may be looking at a dragon my friend. They usually creep people out, and Rita was no exception. But her mother had no problem with dragons.
"Ah miss Yanahara!!!" The dragon boomed, holding out his hand, which Shiori gladly took, shaking it gently.
"Ricardo-san, its nice to see you again, we really must catch up sometime, but as of right now I must fix that breach problem of yours, so It will have to wait." Shiori smiled her eyes serious and hard. Ricardo smiled at her before turning and beckoning one of his employees forward.
Shiori eyed the employee suspiciously before holding her hand out. "How do you do?" She spoke, her eyes carefully studying the employee. He nervously nodded his head, something that Shiori didn't like at all. He was much too jittery. "Are you the technician here? You were the one to notice the breach, am I correct?" Shiori questioned him; her blue-grey eyes boring into his brown ones, making him shudder uncomfortably.
"I-I am the technician, but I did not notice the breach, that would actually be Ricardo here." Shiori's eyes narrowed. Definitely suspicious.
"Alright then, so will you show me to the computer room then? I want to be out of here as soon as possible, I REALLY need to be home." Shiori asked, moving out of the technician's way. He nodded quickly before striding past her. Shiori glared at his retreating form before sending Rita a look that told Rita to keep an eye on him. Rita nodded silently before heading after the technician. Shiori sighed and followed.
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Shiori typed quickly on the screen, using her demon speed to do so. Rita distracted the technician, asking him questions…almost flirting with him. Shiori rolled her eyes before continuing what she had been doing. Suddenly she stopped. Her suspicions were confirmed.
"How many people have access to the computers?" Shiori asked, interrupting the senseless flirting.
"Uh, um, a lot of people who have been working here for at least five months…" The technician stuttered. Shiori's eyebrows furrowed.
"Rita, we have a mole," Shiori announced, feeling the man's mood change from nervousness to panic. "Radio Ricardo and tell him to interrogate everyone with access to the computers, tell him to have their computers checked." Shiori had a good feeling she knew who it was.
"Yes mom…" Shiori could hear her daughter's footsteps leading toward the phone on the other side of the room. Shiori didn't need demon hearing to know that the technician was pulling something out of his pocket.
"Rita, GET DOWN!" Shiori yelled as she turned in her chair sharply, reaching for the gun that the technician had aimed for her daughter. Shiori leapt on him, surprising him into pulling the trigger. Rita cried out as the bullet grazed her arm, blood flickering onto the walls and floor.
Shiori on the other hand wrestled for the gun, but her attempt was unsuccessful. The technician kneed her in the stomach unexpectedly, causing her to let out an "OMPH" before rolling off of him. He scrambled up, and headed for the door. Rita growled in annoyance before she slammed her fist (belonging to the un-injured arm) into the alarm system. Red lights flashed, and Rita ducked as the man tried to shoot at her. She didn't feel like getting shot again.
Shiori scrambled up from the floor, and the technician aimed the pistol at her. Shiori quickly ducked behind the table, her daughter using demon speed to be by her mother. "You were right mom, as usual." Rita whispered in a pitch that a human could almost never hear. Shiori smiled a bit, taking her own gun from her jacket.
"I'm your mother, of course I'm right! I am ALWAYS right."
"Oh really? What about the time you accidentally insulted the emperor's wife? You caused a huge civil was to break out! And what about the time…"
"Rita, can we discuss this another time? I'm sort of busy here!" Shiori growled, hearing the man open the door and run down the hall. Shiori stood, not waiting for an answer and ran after the man.
She chased him down a couple of hallways, and he led her into the parking garage. He was a fast little runner! Maybe he was demon…
Shiori barley dodged the bullet that had been aimed for her head. She ducked behind a suburban, closing her eyes and taking a couple deep breaths. Suddenly Natsumi's voice reached her mind.
Shiori, do you want me to take over the situation? You have realized by now that he is not human, right? Shiori smiled a bit. About 200 years before, she hated Natsumi, her incarnation. But after five years of being stuck with her, Shiori and Natsumi contacted each other through Shiori's dreams, and made a truce. As long as Natsumi only came out when Shiori needed her, then Shiori would tolerate her. But over time they had become one, the best of friends.
Natsumi I have a job, I can deal with this. I can't have you solve everything. Shiori smiled a bit before peeking out to find the technician's hide out. Not to far from where she hid. She slowly pulled the gun over the hood of the car and fired, hitting the man square in the shoulder. The man cried out as he dropped his gun, his UN injured hand going to the bullet wound. Shiori stepped out from behind the car, her gun aimed at him.
"DON'T MOVE!" She barked, her chest letting out threatening snarls. The man cast a frightened look at her. See Natsumi? I'm just fine! Shiori thought smugly to her incarnation, but received no reply. Natsumi didn't always have access to what Shiori thought or said unless Shiori REALLY concentrated, or she was in immediate danger.
Shiori snapped out of her taunting thoughts as she noticed the man grab his gun and slowly lift it…but not to her. Shiori's eyes widened, realizing what the man was going to do. "DON'T-" She made a move to stop him, but the man pulled the trigger, and his lifeless body slumped to the ground. Shiori flinched as blood splattered everywhere. She frowned. He was stupid, just because he would most likely be put in prison for the rest of his life for the act of treason against his country, but he wouldn't have died in such a horrible way…
Shiori forced herself to look away from the bloody mess and turn to walk away, leaving the body on the black top.
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"Hello?" Shiori answered.
"Hey, how is everything?" Kyo asked on the other line, his voice tired. Shiori smiled and sat down on the hotel bed.
"We're alive, if that's what you want to know." She replied, her voice quiet. It was that night, and Rita's wound had been taken care of. They were going to head back home to Tokyo the following morning. Rita lay on the other twin bed, her black tank top raised up to show her pierced belly button and her arm were propped up on a pillow.
"Is everyone alright?" Kyo asked. Shiori smiled.
"Well for a demon we're ok."
"No blood?" Shiori glanced at her daughter who smiled at her smugly. Rita could hear the conversation.
"Well, Rita shed a small bit of blood, but not much. I'll tell you when I get home, alright?"
"Alright….hey, when are you going to get in touch with your sister again?"
Shiori frowned at his question. Rita had stopped smiling too. "I don't know." Shiori answered plainly.
"Oh, alright, well then I'll let you get some sleep, and hurry home, Crin's been calling every five seconds….actually she's on the other line now, so I got to go. I love you."
"I love you too…and tell Crin to calm down for me, will you?"
"I will, good night."
"Night,"
Shiori flipped her cell phone shut and looked at Rita. "I'm still not happy that you tried to change fate." Shiori scolded her daughter.
"I know mom…but can I have my motorcycle back?"
"Not yet, you are still grounded."
"But mom…"
"No buts' now get some rest." Shiori flopped down on her own bed before switching off her own light. Rita sighed heavily before muttering goodnight.
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While Shiori was in Spain, Reoko was back in Japan teaching at the High School she used to attend. It was the first day of school and Reoko was a bit nervous. I shouldn't be nervous…I raised 8 kids for gods sake! She smoothed out her short sleeved black shirt, and walked into the classroom. It was her first year of teaching, and she was going to be teaching 12th grade English.. She spoke fluent English because she had lived in America for quite a while.
Setting her things on the empty desk, she heaved out a huge sigh. She walked to the front of her desk, and faced the empty classroom. After looking around at the 30 empty desks, she said, "I think I can handle 30 kids…"
She then sat at her desk and began to take things out of her bag and arrange them on the desk. The bell rang and students began to file in, taking a seat wherever they pleased.
Reoko noticed that they looked at her weird then whispered to each other. It's just cause I'm a new teacher. She thought.
The final bell rang. She expected them to get quiet, and wait for instructions from her, but they did not. She sighed. Think they can take advantage of me cause I'm new, hm? She stood and cleared her throat. It didn't do anything. She cleared her throat again. Nothing. "Excuse me?" She said. They still chattered. "HELLO!" She suddenly exclaimed. Still nothing. She suddenly grabbed a ruler, and screamed, "KYAH!" and threw the ruler across the room. That got their attention. The entire class turned to look at her.
Reoko smiled pleasantly, smoothing her shirt once more. " Good morning students," She turned to the chalk board, "I will be your homeroom teacher and your English teacher this year." She wrote her name neatly in English on the black board. It read in white writing, "Mrs. Hitsuboshi."
One of the boys suddenly blurted out, "You're the teacher?" He looked shocked as did the rest of the class. Reoko nodded.
""Oh," the boy blushed, "We thought you were a new student here…"
Reoko laughed, walking out from behind her desk to reveal the jean mini skirt she was wearing. The class looked even more shocked. "Ha ha yeah, I've been told I look eighteen." She replied to their shocked expressions.
"You know, you look a lot like a girl who went here last year." Another boy mentioned. The class nodded in agreement.
Reoko blushed furiously. "Well, how weird," was all she could say.
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Reoko was experiencing a rough day. In each one of her classes someone would tell her she looked like someone from last year. All Reoko could do was smile and reply, "How weird."
Once again the bell rang, and students filed into the room. Reoko tried to ignore the scent of the stinky men.
As a tall boy past, his scent hit her. Unlike most men, his scent was fresh. It smelled like wild flowers. Reoko shot him a look, examining his appearance. He looked fresh, his uniform neat, his long light brown hair with black and dark brown highlights pulled into a ponytail. His handsome features caught many females attention. He stared back at her with the most piercing silver eyes she had ever seen. He smiled casually, oblivious to the difference in his scent. His smile caused a couple of gasps, and he looked around to the find the reason for gasping. Totally oblivious.
Suddenly the door opened, and his face paled, and uncertainty filled his gaze.
Reoko followed his gaze. At the door stood a woman with the appearance of a 17 year old. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail held by a white ribbon. She was a slight pale color; her deep brown eyes showed intelligence. Her ears were slightly pointed, and her scent hit Reoko like a ton of bricks as the girl walked by. Reoko then paled, and she had to grip the table for balance. Her scent was mixed with Shiori's.
Oh snap…She's Shiori's kid. The final bell rang and she exclaimed in a sort of strained voice, "Please everyone sit down and settle down." She waited as the boy and the girl took a seat in the second to last row.
Standing, Reoko introduced herself and pointed to her name on the black board. She got the usual outburst of, "You look like a girl who went here last year." She only replied with her usual response of "How weird."
She gazed at the kids, lingering on the differently scented boy and girl.
"Hm, you should avoid them." She heard Reika's voice in her head.
Reoko sighed. 'Shut up Rieka." She heard Reika's gasp in her head, but she did not say anything further.
Reoko grabbed the syllabus on her desk, and began to hand it out to her students. As she approached the freshly scented boy and girl, she held her breath, afraid she might have some weird spasm in her body.
She must have had a weird look on her face because the girl gave Reoko a strange look. Reoko forced a smile, which the girl took as a 'ok, she may be more sane than I thought,' and looked over the paper Reoko had given her.
Reoko hastily strode to the front of the room and grabbed her role. She started to call out names, and the students would reply 'here' back.
"Roun Rimundo?" Reoko called the last name the first followed by the students first name. The fresh smelling boy raised his hand.
"Here." His voice was crystal clear, smooth, and evenly toned. A couple of girls sighed, and Reoko saw Shiori's daughter glance at him. They had a connection.
"Yanahara Takiko?" Reoko called out, and Shiori's daughter perked up.
"Here!" She replied cheerfully, a smile on her face. Her voice was soothing and silky. Reoko tried to smile, and go on with role call.
Reoko finished the role call, and smiled pleasantly. "I expect all of you to speak fluent English by the end of the year. In fact, I expect all of you to speak fluent English all year. This is an AP class, not a regular class." She suddenly looked at them with a very scary look in her eyes. "If you fail my class the 1st nine weeks, I will kick you out. Understood, 5th period?"
The class gulped, and nodded.
Reoko smiled cheerfully. "Now, who here would like to introduce themselves to the class? In English of course."
The hand of a long blonde haired girl shot up. She was not Japanese obviously. She had full lips and bright blue eyes.
Reoko nodded, and pointed at her. The girl stood up from her seat in the front row. Turning to face the class, she began her speech. "Hello, my name is Susan. I am 17 years old. I moved here from America when I was 10 years old. I am excited to get to know all of you as we learn to perfect our English skills." Susan spoke perfect English with no accent.
Reoko smiled. "Thank you Susan." She said in English.
Susan sat, smiling broadly. "Anyone else?" Reoko asked.
No one volunteered for a second. Reoko cringed as Takiko sighed, obviously defeated over something, and raised her hand. Reoko reluctantly nodded at her. Takiko stood and walked to the front of the room, and faced the class. A small blush raised on her cheeks.
"My name is Takiko Yanahara, I am seventeen years old," Reoko raised her eyebrows, knowing she was lying, "My family and I moved here eleven years ago from England. I look forward to the remainder of the year." Takiko then briskly strode back to her seat. Reoko smiled, and continued on with the rest.
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The bell rang and the class jumped out of their seats. Reoko pretended she was occupied with papers as Takiko caught Rimundo's attention.
"Rimundo, will you drop by the house tonight?" He glanced at her.
"Why?" he asked.
"Mom and Rita are coming back from Spain?"
"She took care of everything?" He asked, sounding relieved.
"Yes, they did."
"Then…probably not." Rimundo walked away from Takiko, who sighed heavily, looking down at her shoes. Rimundo left the room and Takiko looked back up at Reoko, and smiled brightly as if nothing had happened. Reoko smiled back and watched as Takiko left.
Reoko chuckled slightly as soon as Takiko was gone, quite amused for some reason. Rita, in Spain? For some reason that strikes me as funny. She thought, rearranging her desk. Standing, she walked out of her classroom into the hallway. She received a few wolf whistles, and cat calls from the boys. Suddenly tired of it, she turned around, pointing at no one in particular and yelled, "I AM A TEACHER DAMNIT!!!" She then turned back around and headed for the teachers lounge.
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Shiori grabbed Rita's hand, dragging her through the crowded airport terminal, a bright smile on her face. "You want to see dad again, don't you?" Rita laughed as she barley grabbed her luggage and allowed Shiori to drag her through the crowd.
"Of course, and I would also like to see the rest of my family too!" Shiori laughed, grabbing her luggage off the luggage rack without stopping. They practically ran out of the gates, bulldozing a couple innocent people as they caught sight of their large family.
"SHIORI!!!!!!!!!!!" Crin yelled as she leapt into the air. Shiori let go of Rita's wrist and dropped her luggage, catching Crin in her arms. "Did you miss me Shiori-Chan?!" Crin asked, a wide smile on her face. '
"Of course Crin, how could anyone not miss you?" Shiori laughed, setting her down on the ground. Shiori then caught the sight of her purple haired son, his hair hanging in his handsome face, his electric blue eyes filled with drowsiness. Her 34th son, Chris.
"Wow, you finally got out of bed?" Shiori laughed, hugging her son tightly Chris Shrugged lightly.
"Crin can be extremely convincing when she gets scary." Chris stated, shivers running up his back as Crin smiled pleasantly at him. Shiori started to laugh, knowing exactly what that was like.
"I feel for you Chris, it is going to be alright." Kyo then came up behind her. She didn't have to turn around to know it was him, his sweet wild berry scent hit her. She inhaled deeply as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body. She twisted in his grasp and passionately kissed him.
"Get a room!" Night, her youngest grandson laughed, and Shiori pulled away.
Night was a tall boy, he had inherited his grandfathers habit. He had handsome features, with purple eyes, tan skin, blonde hair with dark brown and black highlights in it. His hair usually was never combed, so it hung wildly. He smiled brightly, a smile that would have normally made any girls heart drop to her stomach, but Shiori was related to him, and she knew what he was like.
She rolled her eyes at her grandsons typical comment. "Alright then, lets go home." Shiori smiled brightly as they headed out of the airport terminal.
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Reoko walked out of the school, quite pleased with her first day; except 5th period but that was only because of Takiko and Rimundo.
She saw her shiny red convertible parked in the parking lot and squealed. She ran over to her corvette and put her arms on it, as if hugging it. "I missed you all those 500 years!!" She exclaimed, climbing in.
She drove back to her comfortable, spacious, two-story house. She reached the gate, and pressed the button on a remote that she had on her dashboard. The gate opened, and she drove up the large drive way. She was happy that her husband was a wonderful brain surgeon. Parking her car, she climbed out and ran into her home. "Mama's home!!!" She exclaimed to what appeared to be an empty house.
"Ka-chan!" She heard her daughter Riena exclaim from upstairs. She heard her daughter reluctantly get up from her chair.
Reoko smiled. She must've brought her laptop. Her daughter, Riena was a wonderful writer, and she took her laptop almost everywhere she went.
Riena ran down the stairs and glomped her mother.
Reoko fell backwards onto the floor. "Ha ha quite enthusiastic today aren't we?" Reoko chuckled as Riena climbed off of her Mother.
"So, how was your first day?" Riena asked.
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Here it is! (Sings) the very first chapter of the sequel to 'Our life.' Unlike my other story, this will not become a trilogy. It will stay a two part book, so HA:P Anyhow, so please Review and all that jazz. If you don't, i have the right to just not post. :P i love having control lol!
Alice
Bwhahaha! 3 This will be a very amusing first few chapters, with hugging cars, secret phonecalls, mistaking Reoko for a student...have fun reading and review!
Edward
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