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Chapter 3: a batch of cookies decorated with angry Yakuza, please!

'I need to talk to you...' the young minister said, clearly unsure of his decision.

'About Cookie-Chan, right?' his friend guessed with a playful smile on his lips. He was obviously having fun with the man's discomfort and practically sang his answer.

'Yes', he admitted sheepishly. 'We...we can't protect Cookie properly anymore. The mafia is seeking ways to get to the Key, and if we don't do something very quickly, the situation is going to become-'

'Well, I don't see how that concerns me', the other man cut, his smile widening. 'I'm not the one to blame here...' he let his insinuations get to the poor minister, who seemed totally oblivious of the fact he was being teased and began denying his responsibility vehemently.

So predictable, the bully thought, now smiling from ear to ear and barely managing to retain his laughter.

'Of course I'm going to help you, you brat!' With that he put a soothing hand on the man's shoulder for him to recover his composure. 'Am I not the most reliable man on this little round planet: Lord Sanada Yukimura? Am I not the'

At this point, the ministry stopped listening, knowing it would do him only good. He still looked up to his friend, and cleared his throat to cut off the annoying self-praising speech of his, nonetheless, savior. When he didn't get the expected reaction (for he got no reaction at all), he bumped him on the head, and Yukimura hopefully stopped talking for a second.

Sighing heavily (man was this person tiring!), he cleared his throat again, and told him with a grateful tone to meet him tomorrow afternoon in his office to discuss the matters regarding the protection of Cookie. He didn't dare add his pessimistic thoughts, so sent his message with only his eyes, before exiting the room and vanishing into the night.

Good luck... You'll need it.

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'Thank you again, Ana, for letting us stay at your place', the spy whispered to his colleague, uncomfortable with the current situation. If one thing, he hated depending on others, especially for such a ridiculous reason as surviving a bloodthirsty troop of Yakuza. Damn.

'It's okay! What wouldn't I do for my dear friend?' his blonde fellow answered with a wink.

Saizou sighed, wondering when he would be able to walk carefree in the streets again (translation: when he would be ridden of that irritating blue haired girl who brought him exclusively trouble). In a way, he pitied Isanami and wanted to help her the best he could. But whenever he thought of her (and he tended to think of her a lot lately, much to his dismay), a pissed feeling made its way to his mind and wouldn't leave before long. Like now.

'Saizou!' her voice called for the umpteenth time this day, coming from the bedroom. 'Come sleep with me!'

Ana chuckled lightly at a grumpy spy.

'Don't tell it that way!' he shouted at her, and earned the most innocent 'why?' he had ever heard. The beautiful blonde burst out laughing at that answer, hitting the wooden table where she sat at with her fist and holding her stomach. Poor Saizou lost his temper completely, choosing sleep over his crazy friend.

In his futon, he couldn't help but think about the chaos he was being dragged in, and about... Isanami. Thousands of questions popped up in his head at once. What was this thing Isanami had to protect? The Yakuza were trying hard to get their claws on it... Was it so dangerous? And how the hell did this little girl manage to escape their watch? The Yakuza were truly no choirboys... She must have hidden qualities (very well hidden qualities, in his opinion).

More importantly, the spy needed to find another place to stay. Ana had gladly welcomed the both of them for the night, but they would have to move out at dawn, for Ana had a mission to accomplish. And contacting the agency is not a possibility, seeing as my own mission went... he thought bitterly.

Well, he would have to sort this all out tomorrow, now time to sleep at las-

'The bird is in the cage, boss', the spy heard Ana's whispering voice utter. His heart skipped a beat at this. He knew too well what this sentence meant: in the agency, and in the spying world in general, it was said to declare a trap set, and a target soon dead or kidnapped. In his case, soon dead, and in Isanami's, soon kidnapped, he guessed, a sense of horror hitting him.

Why even Ana...? he thought for a second, before recalling the boss' speech on his first day as a spy:

'From now on, no opinions, no friends, and especially no feelings. For a client, be prepare to betray your family, your lover, to hurt, to kill. This is the spying world, and I welcome you from the bottom of my heart.'

Saizou didn't waste time mourning over Ana's betrayal. He turned his head towards Isanami's sleeping form and shook her arm ruthlessly. They needed to act. Fast. She seemed to understand when she finally opened her eyes and he put a finger on her lips to silence her.

You. Me. Out. Now. he managed to gesture, and the blue haired girl nodded, getting up. He went to the door of the little room. Opened it slowly. Shot glances through the corridor. Seems like the coast is clear. He was in his element, thinking of nothing but Isanami's and his own survival. He took his fellow by the hand and hurried to the door of Ana's apartment at full speed. He was briefly surprised to see as she could easily follow him, but pushed this thought away to focus on his new 'mission'.

They slipped soundlessly out of the building, wary. Saizou was aware of the strategies usually set up by the agency, and it couldn't mean good to them. There was probably an army of spies out there waiting peacefully for their vain attempts of escape. Perhaps several snipers posted on the roofs of the nearest buildings. Surely enough a bunch of over-trained fighters standing in the shadows right next to the door...

He suddenly let go of Isanami's hand and pivoted to face the door of the building. Right in the bull's eye! Several men were already making a move to neutralize -kill- him. He was faster than them though. He delivered as many well placed kicks and punches as there were opponents, and soon he was standing in front of countless aching bodies laying pitifully on the floor.

However, he would let his ego swell at his exploit later. If there was a later for him.

He grabbed Isanami's hand yet again, and started running to the main street. There, they would be relatively safe.

Too bad his predictions were right. In one second they were surrounded by a herd of cold hearted spies (including Ana) and Yakuza ready to shoot them with one of the multiple guns they held. Saizou cursed inwardly. At least now he knew about the new clients of his agency. As if the mafia wasn't already as powerful as the state... Maybe they just wanted to have their hands clean on this mission. That doesn't make sense at all! The spy burst out inwardly. Suddenly, he was cut short in his thoughts by a whisper coming from his fellow.

'Plan B.' she said, her voice determined.

He sent her a since-when-was-there-even-a-plan-A gaze. The blue haired girl gave a faint smile, the most anxious smile he had ever seen, and pushed her hand away from his, asserting in a loud voice:

'We surrender!'

What? Wait, you're not going to do that? You brat-

'Please don't hurt my friend, it's me that you want! I'm willing to collaborate with you!'

Every one seemed to relax after the bold line shouted by the frail girl. There were even some bursts of laughter coming from the circle of assailants. Though Saizou felt miles away from the very idea of laughing. In fact his body had never been so tense. That sort of situations pointed precisely why he couldn't stand working in a team. Because there would always be a kind hearted brat to sacrifice him(her)self for him. Even when he(she) was the one to protect!

A man Saizou recognized as one of the best spies in the agency started speaking in a sarcastic tone, not loosening his grip on his deathly weapon:

'And we're willing to collaborate with you, dear.' Being a good agent didn't save him from showing his pig side, Saizou thought, feeling utterly sick. Isanami didn't look so well either, seeing as her knees quivered madly.

He kept on clenching and unclenching his fists as the man slowly moved forward, a disgusting cocky smile plastered on his face. The spy guessed it was a silent message addressed to him: My win, it said, now be kind and die a slow death.

Like he was going to let himself be killed so easily!

With a low growl escaping his lips, he pushed Isanami towards him and away from the disdainful man. He didn't let her go when she attempted to punch his chest to free herself.

His gesture had frozen the entire assembly. He shot a long challenging glare at the man still standing in front of him, his hand reaching the spot where the blue haired girl stood one second ago.

The spy opened his mouth to shout orders, but he was stopped in his tracks when a deafening buzz resonated, coming from the sky. Every one, ally and enemy, raised his head to look up and was flabbergasted by the view of a helicopter flying right above the street!

A man with a megaphone appeared at the door of the vehicle, and yelled:

'Attention please, my dears! To Isanami and the spy who is hugging her passionately: I, Lord Sanada Yukimura, am here to save you from all those bad guys... oh, and girls!' he added when he saw Ana's figure. He then threw a rope to them, which Saizou gripped immediately, thinking I'm not hugging her, dammit, I'm saving her! Don't you get the slight difference?

The helicopter gained height and the two fellows took off.

Below them, their assailants started pointing theirs guns at them, but obviously received orders not to shoot, so instead resigned watching their prey leave right under -or rather above- their noses.

Saizou smirked.

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The end, already? Oh, well, I guess I'll never be able to write long chapters... XD

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