Hello everyone! How're you all? Fine, I guess?

At first, much thanks to those who have read, reviewed, favorited and followed "Two worlds, one story" and appreciated me and my cousins. As I promised, I'm back with another crime-thriller, this time featuring RayXSalima, my dark, sinful yet addictive OTP, once again. Can you remember my story "Where there is light, there is shadow" which was also a RaySal crime-thriller? Yes, just like this, I hope "Firegirl" is going to be a blast too. (The rest will be decided by you though :P)

I dedicate this work solely to Golden Glow of Amber aka our dear Ellie, my long-lost soul sister, the Athena of KaiHil heaven and Aphrodite of RaySal hell, my one-and-only KaiHil and RaySal cohort as it's her birthday in this very month. Yes, my dear Ellie, jiji was surely telling you about this fic but never did you realize that this would be your birthday gift, did you? Hehehe...no need to be surprised. Wish you a very very happy birthday in advance *Gives you a tight hug*

Most of the crime-thrillers in this world (Be them novels or movies) feature men as the protagonists. But Mistyflower has decided to turn the dices and make a woman, a firegirl the central character of this story. Ellie, I know that you're a feminist (So is your jiji), that's why, I found no better option than posting this as your birthday gift (Though my head was full of ideas, still it is, so...don't need to consider it your only bday gift from jiji). I hope you'll enjoy this :)

Rating: T+

Warnings: Character death(s), sexual themes, alcohol, drugs, fights, violence and curses.

Pairings: RayXSalima (The lead), KaiXHilary, MaxXMariam. (There's another though but it will be revealed later. Mind you, any one of these three pairings will be destroyed T_T)

Special note: I don't own "The girl is on fire" whose lyrics have been inserted in the beginning scene. Alicia Keys is the rightful owner of the song. However, the poem in the end is written completely by Misty. Do tell me how it was.

So...let's start!

She's just a girl and she's on fire

Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway

She's living in a world and it's on fire

Filled with catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, oh oh oh oh

She got both feet on the ground

And she's burning it down

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

She got her head in the clouds

And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire

This girl is on fire

She's walking on fire

This girl is on fire….

Blowing a handful of sands, chasing the fast and furious wind of the monsoon, the black Audi stopped in front of the personal resort of Carlos Hiruta, one of the most renowned business tycoons of Tokyo. From the four-wheeled vehicle, a lady around 22-23 landed, dressed in a full-sleeved black column gown whose distance from her body tended to zero, made of net. Thanks to the transparence of the quatrefoil-designed fabric, her porcelain arms, neck, shoulders and thighs were visible. The bottom had a cut that reached her ankles, from her upper right thigh. Fair, waxed legs were more tempting due to the shiny black pencil-heels. Her blood-red tresses were tied into a braided bun, two curly locks falling by her blushed cheeks. A black rose was tucked above her left ear, both of them containing black diamond earrings. Smoky eyes were bedecked with thick coats of eyeliner and mascara; scarlet lips were chapped.

Closing the door of her wagon, she glanced at the resort. Lavish and breathtakingly gorgeous it was, with a large garden of varieties of flowers and fruit trees in front of the multistoried, skyscraping main building. Behind it, there was an oval-shaped swimming pool, ever-green tennis court and golf court, massage parlor, sauna booth, restaurants and what not? After all, Carlos Hiruta had never cared of money and time while building it. She raised a smirk in the lower corner of her lips, trying to guess the total expenditure that was cost to build the whole structure. Only the sight of the bed of the flurrying chikori flowers made a sigh escape from the throat. Parking her car, she entered.

At the same time, the said businessman was puffing a cheroot in his private chamber, putting a leg on another thing and leaning against his expensive velvet couch. The red wine bottle was open on the rectangular center table. Through the whirling vapors emitted from the cigar, he was trying to discover a new world of his own-but bad luck he had, before it, his phone rang. Receiving it with much annoyance, he spoke, "Hello?"

"Sir Hiruta?" The voice of the woman at the reception could be heard, "Someone named Salima has come to meet you."

"I cannot meet anyone this time," He huffed, "Tell her that I'm busy."

Saying this, no sooner had he turned his head than his eyes got stuck on the screen of the large monitor of his wall where the channels by the cc cameras were being broadcast. In the reception lobby, the red-haired girl was standing, facing the greeting table and talking to the female employee. Though Carlos couldn't see her face, her hourglass figure and fair back peeping through the gaps of the net gown successfully caught his attention. Smirking, he spoke to the receptionist, "Not a bad chick at all. Is she beautiful than you, Sharla?"

The receptionist didn't utter any word, just smiled. Watching it on the CC TV, Carlos guessed than she replied in the affirmative. Satisfied, he replied, "Fine, send her in."

Within a few minutes, the sliding door of his room got opened as the redhead entered there, bearing a honeyed smile in her red lips. This time, Carlos was more bewildered. When she was walking in, crossing her legs one after another and swaying her hip along with her arms, they were simply giving jolts to the manhood and testosterone glands of the womanizer. Was she a tango dancer who mistook his room as a dance floor and deciding do show her skillful footwork there? No, no matter who she was, Carlos was excited at her arrival. As she came near him and expanded a palm, the black-haired man lifted it, pressing his lips there, almost fondling her skin. She whimpered affectionately, pampering him.

Looks like a girl but she's a flame

So bright she can burn your eyes

Better look the other way

You can try but you'll never forget her name

She's on top of the world

Hottest of the hottest girls, say

Oh, oh oh oh oh

We got our feet on the ground

And we're burning it down

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Got our head in the clouds

And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire

This girl is on fire

She's walking on fire

This girl is on fire

"So, tell me, belle," He offered her to sit beside him, "What is a beautiful and seductive creature like you doing in my office?"

"Hearing the accent of your English," Her voice was extremely sugar-coated which could make any ordinary person puke, "I think you have been in America or England for a long time."

"You're right, my lady," Carlos grinned, "After about 12 years, I have returned to Japan from USA."

"Why?" She made a confused pout.

"Actually, I got bored with American fridge cakes," He replied, winking, "Now, I want some traditional, Japanese hot mochis. A smart, sexy lady just like you."

Salima leered of indulgence. Getting the invisible green signal, Carlos placed a hand on her thigh, his fingers roamed there. However, that was one of his gravest mistakes committed in his life. He understood it when he was shoved to the center table unexpectedly, by the same sexy and smart woman whom he was intending to make his sleeping partner, both in his business and on his bed. Lying amidst the crushed pieces of the glasses around him, he gulped and gawked at the redhead. There was no sign of pampering all over her face. It was all replaced with her gritted teeth and burning onyx orbs out of the blue.

Snatching the black glasses from his eyes, Salima kneeled down on his chest and applied force on his guts with her knees. Throwing the glasses back, she clutched his collars and hissed, "Wrong choice, Mr. Hiruta. You should have stayed back in America. Now, get ready to die!"

Carlos couldn't even express his confusion as his face was being punched-again and again, ruthlessly by the scarlet-haired girl. Blood dripped from his nostrils; sharp pain spread all over his mandible. When she stopped for a second, he asked with a shivering, scared and perplexed tone, "Why? Why….do you want to kill me?"

"Why do I want to kill you?" Her holds against his collars became firmer as she shook him, "Can you remember the varsity student who was known as silver dragon among all the teachers and student? Can you remember the white turtle and the white phoenix, his truthful and obedient comrades? Have you forgotten the quartet which was famous in their university for spreading light and justice?"

The man was confused. Though he tried hard, he couldn't recall the events. Then again, he couldn't be blame as he wasn't getting a proper chance, getting his face crushed by her reckless, endless fists. Somehow, he tapped his pager which was fallen on the floor, unable to utter a single word and attack back.

However, he didn't have to remain in that condition for a long time. Breaking the door of the room, a pair of guards clad in black suits rushed in. When the redhead stared back, her forehead badly collided with the grip of the silver desert eagle. Only one second, after it, everything became hazy and dark in front of her eyes all of a sudden…

"Sal," A honeyed pitch which was fake and sarcastic enough, of course, chimed in her semi-conscious ears, being louder bit by bit, "Open your eyes, little girl. See, death is roaming all around you. Now, what are you going to do?"

Gradually, she lifted her heavy eyelids, ignoring the throbbing pain hovering in her neurons. Not a complete liar Carlos was, she found herself on a chair with her wrists tied to the handles. The room was lit with eye-dazzling, cheap sodium lamps which was a threat to her onyx orbs. The only pieces of furniture present there were the chair with which she was fastened and a square metal table which would reach her shoulders. She was surrounded by five or six people, all dressed in black and covering their eyes with black glasses. Though she couldn't see their eyes, she could say that they were staring at her just like hungry tigers do discovering a plump doe before their eyes. Carlos, their boss, was smirking at her, already guessing that he'd won it.

"You wanted to finish me," He simpered, "And I have brought you here to finish you. See how desperate death is to put you in her jaw, expanding her claws from all the directions! Just look!"

The redhead raised her head as her lipstick-coated scarlet lips wore a smirk too. She chortled, "You're scaring death of death? So cute, Carlos, isn't it?"

"Huh?" Carlos was confused, "Have you gone crazy, seeing your death in front of your eyes?"

"You're right, death is hovering in this room in front of my eyes," She glanced all over the room, "But it's not mine. Rather, I'm seeing your demise!"

Carlos growled, unable to look at his comrades. Salima continued, "What did you think? You all have caught and brought me here? No, Carlos, no. I myself have come here making you all my rides. This tigress just wanted to see where the abode of the jackals is."

"WHAT?!"

"Yes," The redhead nodded, not removing her eyes from the black-haired guy, "At first, I'll smash your forehead. Then the right, after it the left. At last but not at least, blowing up both of your bodyguards, I'll send you to hell."

"You bitch!" He seethed, picking up a pair of pliers from a metal tray kept on the table, "Lil girl, you have no idea what I am gonna do with you."

The jaws of the pliers shared a hi-five as he turned to the woman tied to the chair, "What do you think about me?"

Approaching her, he firmly grasped her hair. She hissed but didn't let him know that it was painful. Fixing his eyes under the specs on her, he muttered, "You'll carry out a destruction and I'll clap, seeing your performance? Never!"

"Cling!"

"Cling!"

Out of nowhere, a pair of penknives came out from the heels of the redhead. Salima's forehead pounced the temple of Carlos just like a head in a football match. The pliers dropped from his hands, he had to retreat in pain. From her sitting position, she threw a kick at the face of the killer who had been by the right side of Carlos. He twirled, so did Salima, in the opposite direction after standing up. Two persons were about to come to him but she blew them away with a pair of side-kicks, one by one. Booting the fourth who was before him, she ran back with the chair, guessing the presence of the fifth behind her. Blocking his feet to the ground under the leg of the seat, the redhead curved her head behind, presenting him with a nice head bump. A concussion he got, not able to see everything clearly for solid 60 seconds.

Utilizing the same minute, Salima kicked on the pliers which were right by her toes. When it jumped, she caught it with a hand effortlessly. The jaws of it caught the ropes which were binding her right wrist and severed them. The same person rushed towards her but she again made a distance between them with a thrust by her elbow and freed another wrist too, with the same pliers. Her right leg was in air like a ballerina's. At the next second, the penknife from its heel pierced the vocal cord of the assaulter behind her. Seeing the dead body of his comrade clashing with the floor with a little bump, Carlos pulled out a pager and screamed, "Come here! Soon!"

Salima wasn't in the mood of notice that. Blocking two upper and lower punches of another, she fisted at his guts. After it, she tumbled, the switchknife of her left heel penetrated his temple. Wheeling back, she discovered the third galloping at her but never gave him the chance. Clutching his arms, she lifted the same leg in the air. The knife stepped in his throat; blood gushed out. When she pulled out the weapon, only, a lifeless figurine collapsed on the surface.

When Carlos noticed that the situation wasn't in his favor anymore, dropping the pager, he himself charged at her. Once again, like previous, her lower arms moved horizontally and surpassed his boots as well as fists. One of her heels met his eyes as his back met the ground. Blood dripped from his nostrils and mouth. Pushing her blowing scarlet hair back, Salima started striding like a hungry tigress towards him, crossing her legs.

"Bitch!" He cursed, while retreating despite being unable to stand up, "You...you again broke my nose?"

Taking a mallet from the same tray, she headed towards Carlos. Stretching a palm and shaking his head left and right, the fallen guy kept pleading to her for his dear life but when did the fire start having mercy? Yet, unknowingly, her onyx orbs were also sparkling with tears of the same pain which she had been hiding under the mask of wrath and vengeance for the last four years. Before her eyes, only the negative image of a young man was floating who was mercilessly being shot by countless bullets. Blood dripped from the sieves made on his chest too. In her memory, he was feeling the same physical agony, maybe, more than Carlos. The bullets didn't spare him too even when he fell on the ground.

Her lips wobbled; she couldn't control her hand. The mallet descended on the skull of the black-haired man, producing a loud sound. It kept falling at the same place, again and again. Crimson fluid sprang like a fountain, drenching her cheeks but she didn't care. Flaming tears were burning them at the same time. The blood-freezing, earsplitting screeches of the guy who was going through the pangs of death couldn't bother her. Seeing the blood, her eyes were getting cooled. She was attaining some peace in her heart after a long time.

"Tock tock! Tock tock!"

However, the knock at the door of the chamber made her stop the rampage. Though she was still convulsing, she knew when to halt. The lifeless form of Carlos was captured in her eyeballs as she turned back, satisfied. Though the door was closed from inside, the persons who were knocking could break it anytime. Leaving the mallet, she quickly slid her hands into the pockets of the dead body which came out with a wallet and a smartphone. At the same time, her pupils revolved all around the room. Discovering a sky window under the roof, she climbed on the chair and jumped like a spring. The glass shards, were shattered all around the corpse. Right after it, the bodyguards having pistols entered the chamber after breaking the door successfully, yet, futilely.

From the roof, she jumped on one of the sunshades, then landed on the concrete lawn, not having a single scratch on her body. Like the same tigress pose, she was walking after pressing a red button of a remote...

"BANG!"

Immediately, the building behind her detonated, flames roared across the sky but she didn't look back, keeping striding in the same way as if nothing had happened...

Firegirl she was, habituated to these things. Why to bother, huh?

The chocolate-haired, six-monthed pregnant woman was meditating, sitting on a black mat in her balcony. Her back was straightened, hands were placed on knees folded into a lotus pose. The fresh morning air was encircling her, trying to unbound her bun every now and then. It was proved so helpful to her for eliminating morning sickness though she was not in the period anymore. Her body, mind and soul were being refreshed bit by bit, she was being prepared for the rest of the day. When her ears were dedicated to the chirping of the morning birds and closed ruby eyes to the imagination of her future baby, right then, the phone beside her rang.

Sighing and backing to the real world, she lifted the call, "Hello?"

"Hello, ni-chan?" The redhead spoke, "It's me, Salima."

"Salima?" Within no moment, the pissed-off face of the brunette became enlightened, "How're you?"

"I'm fine," She managed to smile, "What about you? How's brother-in-law Kai? And my nephew?"

"We're also perfect, as always," Hilary stood up, "Why don't you come to visit us by the way? Have you become so busy lately?"

"Kinda," Salima sighed, "Anyways, I wanted to talk to Kai once. I called him a few times but he wasn't lifting his call, that's why-"

"Don't talk about him," Hilary faked her annoyance, "When Mr. Hiwatari has his morning exercise, no one except Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari is permitted to communicate with him."

"I know, Mrs. Hiwatari, I know," Salima simpered, "That's why I called you."

"Wait for a minute." Hilary left the bedroom and made her way to the personal gymnasium of her husband. He could easily be found there, doing sit-ups on the matted floor, in his black singlet and violet shorts. Her gazes kept stuck to his sturdy arms being raised and laid once behind his head. Sweat gathered on his fair forehead and cheeks, shining in the soft sunshine of the dawn. Blush crept all over her face, she giggled silently. Damn, seeing this, who would say that she was married to him for three years? Seeing Kai Hiwatari, the brunette still used to have the same sensations which had pierced her heart when they had met each other for the first time.

"Don't need to push yourself, Mr. Phoenix," She entered without any courtesy, "Too much anger is not good for your health."

"Hn." Kai stood up, done with the morning session. As a part of cooldown, he stretched his arms to get rid of the aching. Hilary forwarded her phone to him, "Salima wants to talk to you."

The dual-haired half-Russian frowned. Salima…at this time? With much confusion, he took the phone and pressed it against his ear, putting it into loudspeaker mode, "Sal?"

"Kai," Her voice was extremely calm, "I have a piece of good news for you."

"Yes?"

"Carlos is dead," She replied, "Along with his whole battalion."

The brunette's eyes went widened in awe and disbelief as her husband smirked, without a bit of suspicion, "When?"

"Yesterday," Salima spoke, "But Zagart, Gideon and others are not here. They are in China currently."

"What are you planning to do, Sal?" The brunette worriedly asked.

"To go to China," She acknowledged, "I'm already in the airport. Bless me, you both, so that I can be successful in my goal."

"Our support and blessings will always be with you, Sal," Hilary managed to smile somehow despite her anxieties, "Just stay safe and take care."

"I'll," Salima nodded, "I'll keep giving the updates to you. Pray for me."

"All the best, dear." Hilary wished as her husband only gave a nod.

"I needed this," The redhead exhaled, "Bye."

Disconnecting the call, she switched off her phone, putting it back into the pocket of her jeans. Her sunglass-worn eyes were looking forward to the ups and downs, mysterious, thrilling but mandatory adventure which she was going to have very soon. Pulling the briefcase which slid along the tiled floor of the lobby, she walked, stepping on the next stage of her mission.

'Wait for me, China…' She whispered, 'I'm coming to burn all the dirt which has fallen on your soil now…I'm coming…'

Once upon a time, I was innocent,

Today, in my heart, there's the fire of revenge.

My wishes have already burnt into ash,

And by my own spring dreams, I've got thrashed.

Crushing into pieces,

The distance never ceases,

I'm getting so restless…

I'm firegirl, I'm destruction,

I'm criticized, I'm ruthless,

I'm barbaric, I'm the end,

I'm a venomous snake, being violent.

I'm firegirl, I'm unchaste,

I'm irony, I'm bitter taste,

I'll burn all the roads and streets,

I'm reckless, having no control on my feet.

I wildly exult at deaths, I'm satisfied with blood,

I'm the flame of volcano, yes, I have no heart.

Crushing into pieces,

The distance never ceases,

I'm getting so restless…

I'm firegirl, I'm destruction,

I'm criticized, I'm ruthless,

I'm barbaric, I'm the end,

I'm a venomous snake, being violent.

I'm firegirl, I'm unchaste,

I'm irony, I'm bitter taste,

I'll burn all the roads and streets,

I'm reckless, having no control on my feet.

So...done for today!

Dear people, how was it? Good or bad? Should I continue "Firegirl" or put it on fire? Do read and review. Take care and stay safe. Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors.

Dear Ellie, I hope you've liked it. Do tell me how are you feeling. Once again, many many happy returns of the day in advance, my dearie. May God bless you and keep our bond intact, thus, never distance us from each other *Hugs and kisses on your forehead*

-Misty ^_^ ^_^