"Canaan!"

Maria's eyes widened as she gazed up at the mercenary on top of the roof. She felt her knees sway and the butterflies bursting from her stomach. Even though Canaan's hair was tied back, the blonde was still able to recognize her.

Canaan quickly glanced at Maria and smiled. She jumped down from the low roof and landed on her combat boots. The mercenary stepped menacingly toward Michael who was backing off. Her eyes were burning red, and his color was turning green.

"Don't you ever touch Maria!"

Michael felt dizzy. Is this Canaan? He tried to pick himself up, but he fell back. He was losing his consciousness. Everything started to blur in his head. Everything turned black. Michael fainted on the ground.

Canaan placed her gun away. Her eyes were still burning red. They immediately changed back to color when the mercenary saw tears streaming down from Maria's eyes. Her silver cat mask was drenched, and it glittered faintly. Maria ran toward Canaan and embraced her.

"Canaan! Canaan!" Maria cried on her shoulder.

"Don't cry, Maria," Canaan whispered. The mercenary felt her own eyes getting wet. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. Maria still smelled really sweet.

The blonde turned her head toward the mercenary. They both gazed at each other. Canaan gently took off Maria's mask. Her beauty never lost to take her breath away.

"You are still amazingly beautiful."

Maria felt her cheeks burn more ever than before. "Canaan, I missed you," she whispered.

"I miss you too, Maria." Canaan wiped the blonde's tears away and brushed her golden strand of hair behind her ear.

"Canaan, are you really real?"

The mercenary chuckled. "Do you want proof?" Canaan untied her ponytail and the silver hair unwinded onto her shoulders. She showed Maria the red string.

"Do you remember that time?" Canaan asked.

The blonde's eyes sparkled. Yes. She opened her camera pouch and withdrew the other red string. They both tied the red strings back together.

They cuddled together for a while.

"Canaan," Maria began, "why are you in Japan?"

The mercenary glanced at her brown eyes. "Because I want to see Maria. Because I can sense a gentle color."

"Oh, Canaan!" Maria snuggled her head beside the mercenary's chest. "You said that last time."

Canaan grinned. "Are you okay now?"

Maria nodded. "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself." She looked down at Michael's unconscious body. "What should we do about him?"

"I'm sure he was drunk. He'll wake up in no time." Canaan took her hand. "Let's go now."

"Wait. Let's dance."

"Dance?" Canaan asked skeptically.

"Yeah."

The mercenary frowned. "But I don't know how to."

Maria smiled. "I'll guide you."