Ohayo to all my motherhopers out there! CJzilla here throwing out the most action-packed chapter to "Unchained Rhapsody"! WOO! Now, in this chapter you'll find out just how over-the-top that helicopter ride is, what becomes of the Agency... and how Mikey feels about all of this... Enjoy.

As I cause mass mayhem and destruction, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Hate on me, love on me... I don't give a care.

Agent F's getaway helicopter flew high above Tokyo's streets, but not above the tops of the skyscrapers. Cold wind whistled in Mitsuki's ears as she clung tightly to the glass tube that held her friend. Though her she held to the container with all her might, the jerks of air turbulence made the helicopter buck. Mitsuki strained to keep a strong hold around the glass cylinder, but she began to slip. Opening her eyes she saw Mikey's face nearly on hers as he was watching from behind an inch of glass. The American's eyes were wide with fear as his mouth went a million miles an hour. Mikey was helpless and if Mitsuki lost her grip, there's no telling what Agent F would do to him! Not to mention she'd splat like an over-ripe watermelon on the streets below…

Fighting the forces of gravity and wind resistance, Mitsuki began climbing the glass container, aiming for the rope connecting the tube to the helicopter. As she finally gripped the cord of rope from the helicopter to the glass tube the American was in, Mitsuki looked into Mikey's eyes.

"Hang on," she lipped because there was no way they could hear each other. "I'll get you out of here."

Mikey gave a small grin and one nod. The two shared a warm glance before Mitsuki got back to work. The American watched with frightened eyes as he saw his friend begin to climb the long rope up into the helicopter full of bad guys.

She could not fail! She couldn't let the bad guys get away with Mikey! And when she gets her hands on him, Mitsuki would crack Agent F out of that metal mailbox costume with a can-opener and make him eat raw spinach! He'd totally regret kidnapping her crush/friend and putting the rest of her friends in danger!

With one last push of effort against the wind and laws of physics, Mitsuki clung to the helicopter's forks and hauled herself into the cockpit of the flying machine. When she yanked that door off of its hinges, the agent piloting the copter and Agent F's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets.

"It's over Agent F!" Mitsuki barked, looking all the more intimidating with high winds wiping her blue hair. "Drop this bird!"

Agent F sweat-dropped as he let a bird out of his suit.

"Now, land this thing and no one gets hurt!" Mitsuki commanded.

"Give up while you and your boyfriend are still in one piece!" Agent F barked back.

"You best not get me any angrier F!" Mitsuki hissed, a dark shadow of rage hanging over her eyes. "Land… NOW."

Agent F narrowed his eyes.

"Shake 'er!" he commanded to the agent piloting the copter.

The man nodded and suddenly jerked on the controls. The machine took a sharp left turn, wiping poor Mikey like some sorry lure on the end of a fly fishing rod. Mitsuki's muscles strained to keep her body from flying out of the helicopter from the sharp gravitational left yank. The flying machine took a dive toward the streets, flying low. Mitsuki knew that they were too close to the ground and that the glass tube Mikey was in danger of being drug.

"Stop!" she cried, her muscles tensed as she was still holding on for dear life. "You're going to drag him!"

"I'm going to cream him!" Agent F cackled.

True to his statement, the glass canister that Mikey was in plowed into an ice cream cart that was minding its own business on the street below. Ice creams of all colors and flavors splattered all over the glass tube. Mikey stuck his tongue to the glass, trying to get some of the tasty frozen treats in his mouth… Needless to say, that was impossible and a great torture for the American.

Agent F cackled evilly as the pilot jerked the helicopter straight up in the air. The force of gravity was tremendous and it nearly pried Mitsuki's fingers from the metal doorframe.

Anger gave the blue-haired woman one more push of strength. Grabbing the front of the pilot's shirt, Mitsuki yanked him clean out of his seat, including seatbelt, and flung him out the door. Luckily for our anonymous agent pilot, there was the annual Tokyo parade of "the Fluffy and Feathery" taking place on the street below. The colorful salute to all things soft and plushy spawned many large toilet paper-themed parade floats and a very, very soft landing for the agent. He flew into a giant roll of toilet paper, shooting plushy, ridiculously soft, super absorbent sheets of paper in all directions.

"What a wipe out!" Mikey guffawed from within his glass tube at the end of an out-of-control helicopter.

Ahem… Enough toilet paper jokes and on with the dangerous plight.

The helicopter dipped and jerked in all directions because of its crippling lack-of-pilot. Agent F's anime body exploded with hysterics.

"YOU FOOL!" he screamed. "There's no pilot!"

"Keep your costume on," Mitsuki grumbled, hauling herself into the pilot's chair and strapping the seatbelt over her body.

Seizing the erratic controls, the blue-haired spy-turned-actress steadied the unruly chopper. Mitsuki puffed out an anime sigh of relief as the helicopter functioned as it should. Then she glared at Agent F who looked like he'd just wet himself.

"Thank you M," his eyes were beady with a spook before they popped back to normal. "But I can't stay."

Agent F wiped off his seatbelt, suddenly sporting a knapsack full of parachute.

"It's been a scream, but it's not my day Agent M," he frowned. "I hope you and the brainless chucklehead are very happy together."

With that the mailbox disguised Agency head-honcho dove out of the helicopter. Cackling like an evil genius, he inflated his parachute and stopped his free fall. As he drifted toward the ground, Agent F began formulating a plan to destroy Mikey Simon for good.

"Next time, M!" he snickered. "Next time!"

But then his fall suddenly stopped just feet from the ground. Craning his head upwards, Agent F's eyes grew huge when he saw his parachute caught on the forks of the helicopter.

"There won't be a next time Agent F!" Mitsuki snarled and pulled up on the chopper's controls.

"NOOOOOOO!" Agent F screamed as he couldn't get away as the helicopter soared high into the air.

Mitsuki pulled the helicopter toward a group of police cars, including patty wagon, and her friends. Maneuvering the chopper expertly, Mitsuki eased Mikey and his glass canister down first and then Agent F into the waiting arms of the law.

"Special delivery!" Mitsuki gave a rowdy cheer as she landed and shut off the chopper.

Without hesitation she ran to get Mikey out of his glass container.

Agent F was plopped on the ground, his deflated parachute covering him. Seconds later, a crowd of police officers and five very angry looking members of the LilyMu cast were glaring at him. Gonard, Lily, Guano, Ozu and Yes Man had their arms folded at him, anime bodies inflated with rage.

"I say we crack him outta that mailbox suit," Guano grinned evilly, his plushy ears twisting with an evil thought.

"I'm with ya!" Lily cried, revealing that she had a can opener in her pocket.

"This is for Senior Puddin'!" Gonard cried wiping out a chain saw.

Ozu, Yes Man and all the police officers each had a can opener too, for some reason. Agent F's eyes teared up.

"Help," he peeped as everyone closed in on him.

Mitsuki finally popped off the bottom of the glass container Mikey was trapped in.

"Mikey! Mikey, are you okay?!" she asked frantically.

Grabbing his hands, Mitsuki popped the American out of the tube with a loud "pop". Both blue-haired actress and red-headed actor crashed to the ground. Mikey gave a loud, nauseated groan.

"Mikey!" Mitsuki bounced to her feet and was hovering over the American. "Are you hurt?! Speak to me!"

He felt like a yoyo, tea bag and paddle-ball all in one. Mikey turned over to his back and reality swirled like a sick kaleidoscope. In the same second that reality sharpened for the American, the Agency's self-destruct blew. A glow of brilliant reds, yellows and oranges shot through the air as Mikey looked into the eyes of his savor. It was like watching a scene from a spy movie.

The blue-haired actress that Mikey had only thought of as a boring friend looked as cool and as beautiful as the prettiest leading lady of the greatest spy movie. As ash of the decimated enemy HQ fell like a romantic snow and the amber glow of the flames of victory distorted the darkness of night, the beautiful and dangerous leading lady-spy would become soft and vulnerable toward the one whom she loved-

"What are you starring at?" Mitsuki gave Mikey a funny look. "You're starting to drool…"

Mikey then realized that his mouth was hanging open. Clamping his lips together, suddenly his mouth went dry as a bone. The night air lost its chill on his nearly naked body as he blushed like a fire-engine.

"Hi… Mitsuki!" was all that came to the American's mind.

The blue-haired bombshell blinked, but still her very confused expressed took nothing away from her beauty.

"O-… Okay," she smiled her signature smile and stretched out her hand to her friend. "Let's get you off of the ground."

The glow from the smoldering Agency HQ shielded the fact that Mikey was now blushing like a tomato. Hauled to his feet, with little effort on his part, Mikey was greeted by a beaming smile from Mitsuki.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

Whether it was the blazing radiance of the fire behind Mikey, an angelic, wonderful light shown on Mitsuki's face. The American failed to say anything as he gawked. Mitsuki, oblivious to the fact that she looked awesome and just scored Mikey's undivided, romantic attention, gave him another funny look.

"AGENT M!" she heard Agent F yell at her.

Mitsuki turned around to see her ex-boss/partner being shoved into a waiting patty wagon in handcuffs, several can openers stuck in his suit.

"HQ's gone!" he was fuming mad. "And the Agency's through! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT M! If you had just come back to us, NONE of this would have happened! You protected that meathead and betrayed your fellow agents! CONSIDER YOURSELF PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE!!"

With those last heated words, the patty wagon's doors were shut on Agent F and several other agents. The van siren screamed off into the night as Agent F was carted off to the Big House.

A look of guilt surfaced on Mitsuki's face as she watched the police vehicle drive off. It was like watching the last of her past being hauled off to prison. Even though it was a troublesome past, there were some good that came out of it. Mitsuki did have a lot of fun being a spy and it caused a little twinge of guilt in her to see the old HQ burning in the distance. Well, that would stop the incessant attempts on her friends' lives and finally, Mitsuki's past would be silenced forever.

"Woo!" Mitsuki suddenly felt Lily's arms around her. "That was awesome! You're just like all the spy movies I've seen rolled into a person!"

"You kicked so much butt 'Sooks!" Guano cheered hugging her leg.

"And you stopped that angry mailbox from taking over the world!" Gonard exclaimed, throwing his large arms around Mitsuki, Lily and Guano and picking all three clean off the ground. "Seriously, that was one bad tempered mailbox. Remind me to never look directly at those things ever again!"

"Aw!" Mitsuki beamed. "Thanks you guys! That means a lot!"

Then she saw Rambo Ozu, Killer Yes Man and Agent Yoshitta walk up to them.

"Good work Ozu," Mitsuki beamed at her boss. "You got the feds over here just in time."

"We've been trying to bring down that mailbox nutcase for years," the government officer, Yoshitta voiced. "He's been behind several mail-fraud schemes. It seems that he's been keeping the mail people occasionally throw into his costume. That weirdo is going away for a long, long, long, long time. And it's all thanks to the LilyMu cast and producer."

Everyone beamed bashfully.

"Wait a second…" Mikey spoke up, looking at Mitsuki. "You mean to tell me that the last day and a half, I have been mercilessly stalked by the mailbox dude in order to capture me and use me as leverage to get you back on their twisted Agency roster?"

Mitsuki's anime body inflated with embarrassment, even embarrassment sizzle marks appeared above her blue head.

"Yes," she answered. "That's the whole reason I was hanging out with you the last couple days."

To everyone's surprise the American's face fell.

"Oh," he mumbled. "So I'm not good enough to eat pizza pockets on the couch with in normal circumstances?!"

Mikey's sudden mood swing made Gonard and Ozu take a step away from him. Mitsuki's mouth fell open.

"It's not like that Mikey!" she was trying to defend herself and give the American an explanation. "I never wanted to hang out with you like that! I had to keep close to you! Because-!"

That did absolutely nothing to help Mikey's hurt feelings.

"Oh yeah?! Well…!" he fumed. "You're an insensitive yet attractive spy-lady to whom I will never speak to again!"

With that the nearly naked American stomped off in the direction of LilyMu Towers. Mitsuki wasn't sure whether to break down into sad tears or happy tears because Mikey called her "attractive". But there was one thing that popped out of her mouth.

"C'mon Mikey!" she called after him. "Let me explain! Wait!"

Nothing. Not even a hesitation in his step. Mitsuki slapped her forehead. She "boofed" up big time.

Cue dancing sushi!...

After a night of non-stop action everyone crashed as soon as their heads hit the pillow. For Mitsuki the night dragged on.

Would Mikey ever talk to her again? What did he think about her? Could Mitsuki explain everything that went down? Could she save her friendship with the goofball American? And did Mikey really think she was cute?? She had a lot of explaining to do to Mikey and the rest of her friends.

Mitsuki found herself at Mikey's apartment door, knuckles raised and inches from knocking on his door. No one had seen the rambunctious American since he stomped off into the night… in his underwear. Nightlife Tokyo wasn't the safest place for a nearly nude American. He could have been jumped and given the worst of power wedgies. Shaking the horrid thought from her head, Mitsuki knocked on his door.

There was a silence before lazy footfalls shuffling across carpet could be heard. Mitsuki held her breath as she watched the doorknob twist and the door open. Mikey was on the other side of the door, looking surprised to see her.

"H-hey Mikey," Mitsuki shyly waved.

The American looked tired and… a little blue. He narrowed his eyes at his lady-friend, not so much in anger but with a mad sulking pout.

"I-…," Mitsuki dropped her eyes to the floor and laced her fingers together. "I owe you an explanation Mikey Simon… Can I… come in?"

Mikey did little more than sigh and give an approving grunt. The blue-haired actress walked quietly and carefully inside. Hearing the door shut behind her, she turned and watched her American friend/crush/fellow actor/ co-worker shuffle back into his apartment. Without a word or locking eyes with Mitsuki, Mikey plopped on his couch and sunk in it. Guilt pricked her again as she watched Mikey mope. Walking to the couch she sat next to him. Reading the neutral expression on his face, Mitsuki began her apology.

"I was first contacted by Agent F Wednesday night, while I was cleaning up the LilyMu studio set," she started, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "He said he wanted me back. When I refused he threatened to kidnap you-"

"I know that part Mitsuki," Mikey cut her off taking his blue eyes off of the coffee table in front of him and placing his glance on Mitsuki. "You could have told me."

"I couldn't do that to you Mikey," she bit her lip, a blush of shame heating her face. "I didn't want my past interfering with your life. I know it did in a huge way, but I hadn't planned it like that-"

Mitsuki stopped herself and groaned. She stood from the couch and began pacing in front of him.

"I'm not doing a good job explaining myself," Mitsuki's hand was over her eyes.

She paused, pacing a little in front of Mikey, who was watching in silent confusion.

"I didn't plan any of this," the actress told him point-blankly. "I had to prevent you from falling into Agent F's hands, but I also wanted to keep you innocent to the fact that you were being hunted down like a pork chop. It was with my best judgment that I did what I did, but that doesn't mean that I'm not sorry for what I've done. So for that I'm sorry."

Mikey sighed and popped his lips.

"So everything that happened to us, over the last two days," he began looking up at her with a straight face, "was just a way to protect me from that psycho mailbox dude? Everything was staged?"

Mitsuki gave a small nod.

"Yes," she answered. "And I'm really sorry for putting your life in danger-"

The American's eyebrows met in an angry expression.

"Mitsuki! This is about more than just my life!" he stood from the couch.

Cue random "boing" sound.

"I thought we were having fun together!" Mikey's head sunk between his shoulder and he tightened his fists. "But you were just protecting me from a horrible and estranged death!"

Mitsuki was confused.

"Was that a bad thing?" she peeped, never seeing the American this upset.

"YES!... N-no… yes… N-!" he stammered then stomped his foot. "I feel used!"

Cue silence…

"I feel… used…," Mikey continued, "because you would never spend that much time with me unless my life's in danger or you're with our other friends!"

Mitsuki was taken aback. The American looked into her green eyes with big, sad blue ones.

"The last couple days with you have been a blast," he told her. "And I'm feeling bummed that you just hung out with me because you had to… not because you wanted to."

Well, normally Mitsuki was too chicken shy to hang around alone with Mikey for the fact that she was head-over-heels in love with him. But since ninjas, agents and assorted poisonous darts were after the American, Mitsuki was forced to go over her comfort zone with him… And she was shocked to find out that he liked her like that!

"Mikey… I had… no idea," she voiced putting her hand on her friend's shoulder.

Mikey narrowed his eyes at her.

"Well, now you do," he told her angrily.

Mitsuki sighed, but then gave him a small grin.

"If it means anything to you Mikey," she stated. "I had a lot of fun with you too."

"Really?" the American instantly brightened. "You seriously did?"

Mitsuki nodded, head inflating with sincerity.

"Serious as a heart-attack," she answered. "I had tons of fun with you Mikey. I did some things with you I normally wouldn't, like sleeping in the same bed as you, dancing with you or tackling you, but that doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy myself."

She shrugged happily but then fell serious.

"I am really sorry, Mikey," she clasped her hands together. "You are a good friend and the last person I wanted to see in a glass tube at the end of a helicopter."

Mikey then gave her a funny look.

"Why didn't Agent Cheesy Costume go after me anyway?" he asked innocently. "Why didn't he just take Lily or any of the other guys?"

A huge heat wave hit Mitsuki's face as a blush flower grew on her head.

"I-… uh… b-because… You are… uh… You see…- uh," she was choking, floundering, flailing!

Mikey folded his arms as he waited for the answer, which was for some reason hard for Mitsuki to tell him.

Mitsuki was so embarrassed she just wanted to disappear. She was secretly praying for a Kodiak grizzly bear to bust into the room and maul the couch, or some sort of distraction in that likeness. She couldn't tell Mikey that she was so in love with him that he occupied all of her thought.

"You're very special Mikey Simon," Mitsuki heard herself say. "To me."

Mikey gave her a funny look.

R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK AND ROLL! WOO!