I think this fanfic would make a better movie then book. Action is harder to write...you don't want to use a bunch of terms that no one has heard of but then you don't know how else to describe it. XD Hats off to you action writers.
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Chapter 4: Mystery Man
Misaki, Sakura and Shizuko were both sweating like crazy. Their determined eyes were locked with their opponents whose breathing was loud and ragged.
"Who are you?" the tall blonde boy asked. "You three belong in some action movie."
Misaki wiped the sweat off the side of her face. "If you don't give us the cube...we'll be your worst nightmare..."
The shorter boy laughed. "May the best man win then," he teased.
Misaki decided that no martial arts move or combat move would best them. These boys were just too good. Misaki slammed into the tall boy. Both of them went crashing to the ground.
The others stood around, wide eyed, watching them grapple. They weren't sure if they should help or to stand aside.
Misaki pinned him on his back with her knee and yanked on the cube in his hand. The boy smirked at her and relaxed his hand. Misaki fell backwards onto the mall floor.
"It was a pleasure to meet you," the boy said, holding out his hand. Misaki slapped it away and got up by herself.
"Let's go" Misaki said, waving Sakura and Shizuko over. The girls walked away without a backward glance. Misaki was furious. If she had all day she would have stayed and fought until she didn't have an ounce of strength left but they had to get back to the academy.
"We wasted so much time" Shizuko said, looking at her watch.
"We better hurry" Misaki said, quickening her pace to a jog.
The girls dashed back to the academy. The sun was beginning to set but Miss Bates still stood by the gate.
"Five hours, 30 minutes and 15 seconds" Miss Bates announced. "You are the last group to come back though I thought you would be the first...the second to last group came back an hour ago"
"We found it several hours ago!" Misaki exclaimed.
"Really...?" Miss Bates said with a smile. "A little out of shape are we?"
"No!" Misaki said. "We ran into some...complications..." she admitted.
"Uh huh..." Miss Bates said, taking the cube. "Sidetracked."
"By force!" Sakura told her. "These boys-"
"Boys...? Miss Bates asked. "The innocence of youth..."
"NO!" Misaki snapped. "Ugh, no way did we waste our time with them in that sort of way" Who in the right mind would ever want to spend time with the male race? The idea bored her out of her mind. Just thinking about those boys made Misaki's blood boil. They made them come in last... Misaki silently swore that if she ever saw them again, they were going to regret being born!
"So you got beat up by some teenage boys?" Miss Bates asked. "My, this academy is different from when I attended..."
"They were just as skilled as any student here," Sakura said. "They were evenly matched with us."
Miss Bates pursed her lips. "I see..." she said. She seemed momentarily distracted. "Very well, since it is day one, I'll let you off. You may go eat dinner and resume your day." Miss Bates turned on her heel and walked off.
Misaki thought it was strange how easily Miss Bates let them off. She had expected yelling and about how disappointed she was.
"Let's go back" Misaki said motioning to her friends. They sighed and trudged their way to the cafeteria.
"Who were those boys!" Misaki exclaimed. She flopped on her bed and grabbed a pillow. "They knew martial arts and combat. Regular teenagers don't have black belts" Misaki still couldn't get over what happened today. Dinner and a hot shower did little to soothe her.
"They were as good as us..." Shizuko added. "Except for the leader, I think he was even better."
"But we spent our entire lives training..." Sakura said. "Are they like part of a gang?"
Misaki shook her head. "Gangs are street fighters, not skilled in 5 types of self defense. I used every move I knew and he had one to counter it every single time..."
Shizuko lay on her stomach and fiddled with some piece of technology. "Maybe they're some traditional Asians" she suggested. "Part of a dojo?"
"We should investigate" Misaki said, standing up. "Our curriculum must not be hard enough if some teenage boys are matched with us. How are we going to go up against skilled assassins or something?"
"Misaki," Shizuko soothed. "It's 11 pm. Everyone's in their dorm room and suppose to be asleep"
Misaki smirked. "You want to check the library tomorrow? We are not going to find anything"
"You aren't saying..."
Misaki nodded. "We have to use the Headmistress's desktop."
The Headmistress's desktop had a much more powerful search engine. There was no secrets on it, that was on her laptop and was unknown to anyone. But very rarely would a student be given permission to use a desktop. Teachers however used the desktop more frequently.
"We could get suspended for that" Sakura reminded them.
"I just have to know" Misaki exclaimed. "Just one quick search" she promised. "Perhaps there is some military base or something around here"
"They were pretty fit..." Shizuko agreed.
"So you're in?" Misaki asked. Shizuko and Sakura nodded.
"Let's go..."
The girls quietly cracked open their door. There was a small heat sensor in the corner on the hall. Misaki knew the pattern. They had around ten seconds between scans.
"I'll go first" Misaki whispered. As soon as the head of the sensor turn, Misaki bolted down the hall. "10...9...8..." Misaki counted in her head. She dove around the corner and let out a breath of relief. Misaki quietly waited for Shizuko and then Sakura to scramble around the corner. The girls exchanged a glance and nodded to each other. They crept near the wall and down the stairs. They finally reached the office.
"It's locked" Misaki whispered as she jiggled the knob. Shizuko pulled a thin pin out of her hair and motioned for Misaki to move. Shizuko carefully stuck it in and pressed her ear near to knob. The pin moved around in the keyhole and Shizuko listened to the soft clinking of the metal.
After a few moments she jammed the pin in and turned. Everyone held their breath as the door clicked open. Shizuko opened the door and they snuck in.
They all brought flashlights and turned them on. Shizuko turned on the computer and waited for it to load. Misaki curiously poked around the stuff. A lot of the papers in this room were so old, they smelled.
"What am I looking up?" Shizuko whispered.
Misaki tapped her chin. "Search up the gangs around this area"
Shizuko quietly but quickly typed it in the the search engine. "Nothing" Shizuko concluded after scanning the page. "Mostly about drugs; no skilled fighters"
"Dojos?" Sakura suggested.
"No good ones around our area" Shizuko told everyone.
"What about-" Sakura gasped as she stumbled into a box. Misaki's eyes widened as she rushed to catch the box from crashing onto the floor. Shizuko grabbed Sakura's arm.
"Are you alright?" Shizuko whispered.
Sakura nodded. "Sorry..." she mouthed.
Misaki lifted the lid of the box and peeked inside. There was hundreds of Manila folders with names labeled on them.
"There's about a hundred files here..." Misaki said setting it on the ground. She put her flashlight in her mouth and flipped through the folders.
"Why are you looking at that?" Shizuko hissed. "We need to get out of here"
"I just want to know who's files these are- oh my gosh..." Misaki froze. Her fingers stopped on a folder with a small tag with the name Ayuzawa on it.
"What is it?" Sakura asked. "Misaki..?" she asked again when there was no reply.
Misaki swallowed and drew the folder up. "This has my last name on it" she told her friends. Shizuko got up and crouched next to them. Misaki gingerly opened the folder. It was dusty but everything was shockingly clear after Misaki blew on it.
"Is that..." Shizuko paused.
"...My dad" Misaki finished for her. Misaki's fingers touched the old photo. He looked much younger with an easy grin in his face. He was wearing a jacket with two words written in white: Guildford Marshall.
"Who's Guildford Marshall?" Sakura asked.
Misaki shook her head. "I have no idea..."
"Wasn't your dad part of the FBI?" Shizuko asked.
Misaki nodded. "But he didn't know about the IA or of the academy. Those were all secrets"
"Shizuko," Sakura whispered. "Search up Guildford Marshall"
Shizuko nodded and went to go type it in. "Guys..." she said softly. "Come look at this..."
Misaki and Sakura rushed to the computer.
There was a website for wealthy academy on the other side of the country. It seemed like a nice school but the name of the place was rather unsettling. Guildford Marshall's Academy for Gifted Young Boys had a familiar ring to it...
Misaki heard footsteps coming down the hall. "Hide!" she hissed. The girls scrambled around the cramped room.
The footsteps got closer and closer. Misaki squeezed her eyes shut. They were going to get caught...
The fire alarm system blared. Sakura gasped but quickly covered her mouth. The footsteps quickly moved away but was followed but loud talking as all the girls were forced to get up at midnight.
Misaki crawled to the door and opened it. "Let's go!" she called. The girls ran down the hall and joined the other half asleep girls. They easily blended in with the crowds.
"How is there a fire at 12 o'clock at night?!" one girl complained. Everyone filed out onto the damp grass in their pajamas. Some girls had their hair in rollers while others had messy hair and glasses still on.
Sakura pretended to wipe sweat from her forehead. Misaki nodded. They cut it way too close to the edge this time...
Ten minutes later, Headmistress wearing a robe and slippers walked to the front of the school with a microphone in hand. Misaki had never seen the Headmistress with her hair loose and her lips without a trace of lipstick.
"Students of Grace Marshall" she said into the microphone. The microphone need no chord. Her voice was projected from the speaks around the entrance. Most things here at the academy were wireless.
"Security has scanned the school. There was a malfunction in the system. Forgive the disruption and return to your rooms. Thank you"
There were grumbles and complaints as everyone headed back to bed. Misaki's heart was still pounding even as she pulled her blanket around herself.
"Guildford Marshall..." she thought to herself.