Chapter 2: Connection

With both arms crossed and legs propped on a wooden table, Natsuki fixed her eyes on the strange textures of the ceiling. The ceiling's texture contained designs of multiple holes that gave a rough yet smooth contrast to its surface. It also held neatly positioned tiles with precise craftsmanship that it seemed flawless and awe-inspiring.

Yet in the eyes of Natsuki, ceilings are ceilings.

"Am I THAT bored to look at the freaking ceiling?" Natsuki furrowed her eyebrows as she thought this and sat up, her back stiff. Within minutes, she wilted back into her chair and rustled through her cobalt hair. Her eyes narrowed and her veins were broiling.

"Where the hell are you Fujino Shizuru?" Natsuki exhaled and focused her emerald eyes toward the window. At a first glance, Natsuki could be seen in a content trance-like state but the interior of Natsuki reflected frustration and draftiness. She had been attempting to find the Fujino Residence for hours on end and made no progression of any sort.

Every local and public source was unreliable, most very tactful and vague. Even the net did not cooperate with Natsuki, the majority of the websites only concentrated on the works of the 'great' Politician Fujino.

Prior to furthering her quest on the net, the cobalt-haired woman decided to take a break—snack.

"Mayo and a coke." Natsuki spoke under her breath as a smugged smile dominated her visage.

Mayo. Mayo is Natsuki's primary diet; simple and cheap. The raven head could survive several weeks of hardships with just mayo and to compromise, a cup of any sort of refreshment. Of course, no one in their right mind would agree with Natsuki's diet. It was 100 unhealthy, not to add the absent nutrients mayo did not comprise of.

Even so, to balance Natsuki's craving and a healthy diet, Natsuki's close friend, Tokiha Mai, often reprimands her to limit her intake of grease and eat Mai's homemade goodies. Out of fortune or misfortune, Natsuki abides to Mai's admonitions and dare not to rebel for the fear of losing her mayo forever.

However, today Mai is occupied with her work that Natsuki runs loose and free—fantasizing the bliss that mayo encloses.

With a heavy famine for mayo, the woman bolts to her refrigerator, longing to taste the hidden delights of mayo. Before opening the refrigerator; however, her cell phone rang.

Natsuki scratched her head. She was reluctant to answer the call, but knew of the call's significance, for only important contacts had access to her number.

Natsuki let out a defeated groan and walked to where her cell phone laid and answered,

"Kuga."

"Kuga-san? I have collected information of your query." A feminine voice spoke firmly.

"Are they accurate as to not bring me hell?"

"Most accurate; though it startles me that you've gained an interest in politics, Kuga-san."

"It's Natsuki, Kikukawa Yukino. And I'm not really interested in politics, I just want to…" Natsuki paused.

"To…what?" Yukino questioned, her tone now contained a sense of curiosity.

"…To see why some people are so hyped up about that old man Fujino." Natsuki retorted abruptly, her real motives veiled.

"Is that so? And why does Fujino's daughter pertain to your curio?" Yukino's tone returned to its formal state.

"Ah…I heard she was beautiful…maybe…I could…get her…autograph…?" Natsuki replied uncertainly, she could feel her muscles tensing and her eyes narrowing.

"I heard the same thing. I wish you luck on that autograph." Yukino laughed shortly, oblivious to Natsuki's far-fetched lie.

"Yeah…err… how's it going over at the Force?"

"Troublesome. The mysterious killer…or rather…assassin leaves no evidence and remains notorious. Haruka and I are trying our best to find a lead, even though it seems bleak." A hint of disappointment was perceptible on the other side of the line.

Natsuki smirked, grateful that her identity as a killer remains unknown. Still, all credits of her hushed secrets came from the help of her pursuers.

Her pursuers- Yukino and her affiliates.

Natsuki could not recall how she met Yukino for she wanted to erase her past and survive the present. But the two became good aquaintances over the years before Natsuki began her slaughter. And that, was good enough for Natsuki.

Yukino, being the chief executive of the Force, was a bright and beautiful woman. Bearing brown hair and eyes with a pinch of freckles under her glasses to the hinge of her nose, she was the most reliable human source Natsuki ever needed. Or perhaps, Yukino was Natsuki's ticket to no harassment from the Force itself.

"Natsuki-san, Haruka beckons me to her office. I will send the files via your email; let me know if you request anything else."

"Thanks, Yukino." Natsuki's voice held sincere gratitude.

Natsuki then hung up and sighed. "After this misson; Yukino, I won't ever involve you in my sins again."

It's tough to admit but Yukino held the best information possible. After all, the Force had a direct link to the government. And with such a valuable connection, the Force contained all confidential information censored from the public.

This is why Natsuki needed Yukino's help.

"Old man Fujino can't conceal his daughter's whereabouts now." Natsuki said slyly and opened her email from her lap top, reading the information Yukino scrapped up.

"A train from Tokyo…to Kyoto, eh?"

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A/N: I apologize that chapter 2 is so boring. I need to get the details in so that the story wouldn't be so scratchy in the future. I appreciate the reviews and I will surely make the next chapter more exciting.