Hello everyone! How're you all? Welcome to the second chapter of "Firegirl" which was an advanced birthday gift of Golden Glow of Amber aka our dear Ellie. Dear, at first I didn't think that you would like it soo much! Besides, your support...actually, all your support and eagerness to read this have enabled me to update more!

Thanks a lot to Shadow Hokage, Golden Glow of Amber, unaisa memon, kaihil fanfiction, Cutetyhil, LadyPeach7 and kaihilnator for reviewing. Special thanks to Golden Glow of Amber for favoriting and following it and Shadow Hokage for following it. Never did anyone think that the girl who is "S" for "Sweet" can be "S" for "Savage" too sometimes, did anyone? What to do, guess that it's gonna be one of my RaySal...opps sorry, SaliRa (This variant of RaySal was discovered by only me and Eillie as we both found it very intriguing and hell!*) headcanons *Sheepishly smirks*.

Umm...enough with these things, let's go with the chapter ;D

From the marble stairs of the pool club, a beautiful Chinese woman in pink bikini descended with a tray of a pair of champagne glasses in her hand. She stopped before the rectangular, blue-watered swimming pool where there was only one man, surrounded with three or four young call-girls. Putting on a pair of sunglasses for protecting his eyes from the scorching summer sunshine reflecting on the cerulean liquid mirror, the cinnamon-haired guy was leaning his back against the tiled wharf, spreading his arms by both sides and tossing his legs. Taking a glass from the waitress, he sipped from it and exhaled a refreshing breath. He could never have done these stuffs in Japan because it might have stained his image as he was a politician. But in China, everything was unlimited. Why wouldn't he enjoy?

Like a killjoy, his phone rang, out of the blue. Forbidding the girls to sprinkle water at him, he saw the name on the screen. As the person was one of his closest friends and partners, he picked up the call, "Yes Balkov, speak."

"Bad news for you, Zagart," Sitting in his airconditioned chamber in his office of Japan, keeping the laptop open in front of him, the purple-haired inspector informed him, "Carlos is dead."

"What?" Zagart's widened eyes weren't seen because of the glasses but it didn't mean that he wasn't shocked.

"Yes," The police officer nodded, "He's no more."

"What the hell are you saying?" The politician couldn't believe his ears still, "Where? When? How? By whom?"

"We have identified one as Carlos among those who died in the bombing of Resort Ume," Boris replied, while jotting something down on his notebook, "I think…this is an assassination committed for vengeance."

"Shit!" Zagart cursed, "Returning to Japan was the biggest mistake in his life. Have you been able to arrest the killer?"

"No, not yet," Boris took a sip from his coffee cup, shaking his head, "But I'm worried about your security there. The mobile phone of Carlos is missing. All our contact data were saved in that. I don't think that any of us is safe at present. Zagart, remember it. At first, anyhow, we have to ensure our own security. Have you got it?"

"You don't have to worry about our security, Boris," The cinnamon-haired guy tried to assure his friend, "For our safety, only one person is enough. Here, everyone knows him as 'Tiger'!"

When Zagart was talking to Boris, right then, a few miles away from the club, the mentioned person was running along the railings of the wide roof of a manor, surrounded by towering buildings from all the directions penetrating the clouds. His long ponytail wrapped in a white fabric was swaying in the air, brilliant golden eyes were lidded under black glasses beneath his signature yin-yang bandana. The bridge was very strong, well-architected but because of his savage speed, it was shuddering violently under his black-booted feet. Brawny biceps were swinging front and back, thanks to his sleeveless white qipao top swathed with a red belt around his toned waist, orbs were set only at his target, just like the eyes of a real, ferocious and wild tiger.

"The defending champion of national Karate tournament and fencing competition," Zagart praised his security in-charge, "He's skilled in operating any kind of weapon, be it a medieval one or a firearm. He's like a thunderstorm, like rain, like flood-who should never be underestimated!"

Really, gushing his feet were, like the raindrops falling around him from the east, the west, the north and the south. Ripping the chest of the grayish-teal sky, a bolt of lightning landed on the earth, burning a nearby tree. Somehow, it reached his ankles too, that's why, his speed got doubled like an ever-destructive, ever-rampaging flood, mighty enough to crush thousands of boulders which would have the audacity to be obstacles on his way. However, the obstacle aka the prey dodged the railing, landing on the ground alive somehow. Following him, the raven-haired neko-jin also dove, flawlessly streaming on the earth like a cataract, pressing one of his palms on the concrete parking lot.

Again, they ran like a tiger and a deer, the one leading the race jumped to a one-storied building but a tiger could jump higher than a deer, this wasn't unknown to the world. Perfectly climbing a two-storied building along with the metal railings, he met his prey at the cross-section of two structures, descending the stairs. Seeing no other way, desperate, the chased man tried to throw a few punches at the nek-jin in different directions but all they went futile in front of the stretch of the dynamic knuckles of the raven-haired Chinese. Swirling, he placed a high kick right at the mandible of the black-dressed guy. Tumbling, the assaulter landed on the ground. Seizing his nape, the neko-jin dragged him mercilessly, sliding along the floor, pulling his own feet quickly and ignoring the scuffling of the traitor against his hold.

In the club, done with his swimming hour, the cinnamon-haired guy was enjoying in the bar with a bit harder and deep-shaded drinks this time, surrounded by more beautiful and appealing ladies dressed in short, body-hugging and bright-colored attires. Caring of none, the raven-haired guy entered the chamber, pushing the glass door brutally. The invited ladies and other people were surprised at his cruel entry but Zagart smirked a bit. As he gave the ladies a sympathetic and apologizing look, nodding, they all went out. Right after that, the facial expressions of the politician got changed within a blink as the neko-jin held a pistol against the forehead of the victim, shoving him on the ground.

"Why are you still letting this traitor survive?" Zagart put off his glasses, "Shoot him."

"Do you really want me to shoot the traitor?" The person whose alias was tiger asked his boss, still holding the pistol.

"Of course." The politician sipped from his chalice.

In the speed of whirlwind, the direction of the 9mm pistol in the hand of the neko-jin rotated in a 90-degree angle as the trigger was pressed within no moment, the bullet springing from it pierced the heart of another black-dressed, spectacled guy who was supposed to be one of the most trustworthy bodyguards of Zagart. The politician gasped at the audacity of the raven-haired Chinese. Even the possible traitor who had been caught and brought here was also shaken to no end.

"What the hell have you done?" Gritting his teeth, Zagart stood up, "Have you gone mad? He…he's my bodyguard!"

"Past tense," Tiger removed his glasses and approached the cinnamon-haired, "He was once upon a time, now he isn't."

Kneeling down beside the corpse of the bodyguard, the neko-jin pulled out the mobile phone from his pocket. Turning it on, he showed the emails to Zagart, "In this way, he was sending all our secret information to Chinese cops."

Breathing, Zagart ordered another bodyguard of him to take away the dead body. The politician seethed, "With a bodyguard, I got betrayal in free. Great, isn't it?"

Not replying, the neko-jin offered his pistol to the renowned politician. Taking it from him, the older guy aimed it at the forehead of the third person present in the room who had been dragged here only before a few minutes. The target turned back in order to escape from the glass door but couldn't. Right before it, the handgun roared and penetrated his temple, shoving his lifeless body on the tiled floor of the bar. Placing it beside the wine bottles and rotating it, Zagart sighed, "In this world, there's peace nowhere, Tiger. Do you know that our partner from Japan, Carlos, was killed before two days by an assassin in his own resort?"

"Yes," The 24-year old man nodded, "Though my mother is Chinese, my father was from Japan. I keep the updates of my country, Sir."

"What do you think, Tiger? Has it ended only in Japan" Guzzling from a crystal glass, Zagart asked, "Or…can assassinations begin here too?"

"Nothing is impossible in the era of internet and global village," The neko-jin replied, "We all have to be careful. I think you should call your close persons to my safehouse. I'll see the rest."

"I've already told them," Zagart disappointedly spoke, "Almost all of them have agreed. However, Gordo isn't listening to me at all. He says that his fortress-like massage parlor is so impregnable that even a mosquito cannot enter there."

"Huh!" Tiger smirked, "You know him far well, Sir. The only weakness of Gordo is beautiful ladies. Even though mosquitoes fail to enter his fortress, sizzling courtesans surely won't."

"But Tiger," The politician sounded worried, "I don't anyone of them to be harmed."

"I see," The neko-jin tried to assure him, "Don't worry. I myself will go to Gordo and try to convince it. But…even after it, if Gordo doesn't agree to come here with me, I'll really have nothing to do."

A couple of miles away from the place, in her room in a cheat hotel located in a secluded region of Beijing, someone was rummaging through the piles of information about the owner of the massage parlor, in half-dimmed light spreading all-across the compartment. From eye-scan reports, fingerprints, voice taps, handwriting, she was collecting data about her next target. Gaping at the neon graphs on her laptop screen, automatically, tears were brimming in her night-violet orbs but she was strong enough to hold them back. Clasping her fists and teeth, she kept watching the pulsating waves in blue and red neon light, dancing there, and letting calculations continue in her brain.

The baby-bump of the brunette was a bit high this time. But it couldn't stop her from practicing the daily round of her shooting at all. With the pump-action shotgun in her hand, she had a black piece of fabric tied around her eyes. Two guards, clad in bulletproof vests and helmets were also there for assistance. In the training arena under the open sky, she was surrounded with red metal target plates, raising their heads like snakes on the concrete benches. When the chocolate-haired woman cleared her throat, getting her order, one of the assistants shot a bull's eye with a desert eagle. Letting her ears guess the source, she waited for a few seconds. Pin-drop silence was evident there, except her own heartbeats.

Then, she rotated, lifting the shotgun and pressing the trigger. A booming pitch deafened the muted environment once again, a few birds flew away from the nearby trees and some leaves dropped on the grass. The bullet dashed across the air, only one centimeter away from the target. Removing the blindfold, the brunette sighed and gritted her teeth. It was the third time on the day that she failed. Therefore, it was one of the easiest shooting rounds that she used to practice on a day. Why was it happening to her?

"Tensed, aren't you?"

The voice of her husband hit her ears as she turned back to him, trying to give him an assuring smile. Getting his order, all the guards present there bowed and left the couple in privacy. The brunette heaved in defeat, "In this world, only you can know all the things roaming in my brain though I don't utter a single word about them to you, Kai. How can you?"

"Coz I'm Kai Hiwatari," The dual-haired Russian shrugged, "Anyways, the reason?"

"If you know that I'm bothered at this time, you know the reason too, hubby," Hilary spoke, pressing her lips, "You guess."

"Salima."

"Hmm…" Hilary nodded, smirking, "But I am not actually worried for her. In fact, I'm anxious for those who have been targeted by my sister. It's something else?"

"As in?" Kai squeezed her shoulders, looking deeply at her deep ruby orbs.

"I'm feeling bad for her, to be honest," The brunette lowered her head, "Kai, when our parents died, they gave all the responsibilities of her to me. For nourishing her, giving her a better life, I had to walk on the burning coals. Being a terrorist wasn't my cup of tea, it was even out of my weirdest and terrifying imaginations. All thanks to you, I jotted my name down in their lists-only so that Salima doesn't have to be like me. But in the end, she's only walking along my path. I didn't want it, Kai."

"You did it for her who's dear to you," Kai cupped her face, "She's doing it for someone who was dear to her once upon a time. I see no difference, Hils."

"I know," Hilary heavily nodded, holding the hands of her husband, "Frankly speaking, I even feel bad for those innocent and righteous university students too. In this country, if anyone tries to stand against the corrupt, ill-minded and selfish people who are carrying the steering wheel of this nation, either the person becomes a terrorist or dead. See, three are dead and one has become a terrorist."

"I can understand," Kai's hand was lying on her right cheek, "But this is the only way to survive and institute peace in the world. People hate terrorists but they are blind to the reason why terrorism grows in a particular country. They don't know the true motive of them behind their attacks and destructions. But…it doesn't mean that we have to stop, does it?"

"If we stop," Hilary whispered, "We'll succumb to the earth."

"That's why," Kai snickered, "We have to be fire."

"You're right," She nodded, beaming after a long time, "I won't worry for Salima. Rather, I'll be proud of her."

"Good girl," The Russian chuckled, "Now, let's give it another try."

"Wear the bulletproof vest and helmet, Kai." Hilary instructed.

"No need," Kai shook his head, "Only your trust on my words can protect me, not those."

Sighing, yet, determined, the brunette tied the black fabric again around her eyes and held the shotgun from the stand again. Kai went to a target and shot it with another 9mm pistol. Hilary's ears didn't make any mistake this time, nor did she take much time which had been needed before. Wheeling on her ankles, she tapped the trigger. A millisecond was taken by the bullet to collide with the metal plate. A huge grin rose in the lips of the brunette as her husband only smirked proudly. Removing the blindfold, she walked towards the Russian with an uplifted and optimistic mood flashing all over her face as the latter enveloped her into a hug.

"You were right, Kai," Hilary murmured, hiding her face in his chest, "Only my anxieties were being burdens on my heart, obstacles near my ears and shackles around my wrists. When I removed them, I became free from all these hinderances, thus succeeding as a result."

"Always, remember it, Hils." The Russian smelled the fragrance of her shampooed chocolate locks, kissing on her top.

"Thank you so much, Kai," She whispered, tightening her embrace around his torso, "Keep enlightening me always, in this way."

A few perfumed candles were lit in the hotel room, brightening the red color of the silk curtains hanging in front of the windows, preventing the outer light to step in. Airconditioned the chamber was, the cold gusts of air making the draperies swing by fits and starts. On the bed, the half-bald, shonen-haired guy was lying, letting his back face the designed ceiling of the partition. Eager he was for the arrival of the massage woman. No organ of his body was aching, yet, getting massaged was his one of his hobbies-specially by women. Not only that, every day, he needed new ladies for this task. Different hands would give him different sensations, he used to enjoy all of them.

"Tate," He titled his body, "Listen to me once."

The door got opened as the cheerful face of a blonde peeped in, "Did you call me, boss?"

"The new bird is here," Gordo ordered, "Go and receive her from the downstairs."

"As your wish, boss," The American asked, "But how will I recognize her? Any specific description?"

"Yellow collar, black overcoat." The shonen-haired guy replied.

"But…she's new," Max scratched his head, "Any clearance?"

"No tension," Gordo assured him, "My special friend has sent her here. Go and get her soon."

"Yes boss!" Saluting, Max headed downstairs. In front of the hotel, already a yellow cab was waiting. Opening its door, the hyperactive American stretched a hand towards someone as the latter, dressed in a black overcoat, revealing the borders of her yellow collars, reaching her knees and leaving the rest of her bottom bare till the ankles and the later followed by a pair of black pencil heels, as mentioned by Gordo, got down. Back-length her black hair was, black eyes beneath her plucked brows and porcelain skin were portraying her just like a wax doll. Red tints rose under the sapphire pools of the American. Yellow and black were considered to be enemies by him before it but both them merged very beautifully with the girl.

Throwing a dirty and suggestive smile at the blonde, she straightly marched into the hotel lobby. Even wearing heels, she had so a great speed of walking that the blonde had literally to run to catch her hold. His only goal was to show the girl the room but it looked like that she knew it already. The blonde was surprised but obvious it was, these call-girls were considered to be cunning and smart as always. Pushing the door, she went in, wavering her fingers at the blonde. Again, the American flushed like hell. Uh oh…why was she so flirty? No Max, you have already a girlfriend! If she knows that you are dead at another woman, you really will be-before you are alive again! That's why, slamming the door close, he sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Inside the room, Gordo was ready. Seeing her, he whistled and winked, "Good evening, little chick."

Returning the wink, the raven-haired girl suggestively pressed her lips. One by one, she started loosening the buttons of her coat. Once she was done with putting it off, she placed it over the chair, revealing her original dress. A yellow-pink, full-sleeved, thigh-length Chinese top it was, with a magenta belt and butterfly patterns. Her chest was struggling against its barrier only to tear it and peep at the outer world, the portion of her cleavage was agreeing with her breasts. Gordo smirked, "You've already started the action! I like it."

Grinning, the massager approached him, catwalking. Removing his shirt, Gordo sat up on a chair, facing the mirror of the dressing table. The hands of the girls slithered across his naked shoulders and neck; fingers tapped his skin and muscles. Blazes were fueled around his testicles, sweat dripped from his forehead. Outside his body, it was December. All over his inside, there was mid-April. He moaned in pleasure with his eyes closed, yet, waited with patience. He didn't reach the climax still. Till then, he would let the girl do her job. The hands were climbing down to his chest just like a pair of cobras…

"What's the address of Zagart, Gordo?"

The half-bald man gasped because the question was asked to him in pure Japanese language. Stammering, somehow, he questioned back, "Do…do you know Japanese?"

"Why not?" She was amused, "I'm a Japanese girl and won't know the language, how can you even think of it?"

"Then…why this getup?"

"Business secret," The massage woman sweetly snickered, "For safety, I have to be in disguise. Anyways, like a good boy, give me the location of Zagart now."

"Location?" Gordo's face went stiff.

"Crack!"

Gordo's jaw dropped as the soothing, massaging hands of the lady hit at his neck, just at the pressure point. She spoke, "You cannot move a single inch until you tell me the location. Speak up the address soon!"

"No, I won't!" The shonen-haired guy somehow refused though he was unable to shake his head.

"Tell me!" She demanded, closing her eyes in disturbance.

"Nev-"

Gordo couldn't finish that word as his neck got smacked for another time. This time, he miserably failed to close his opened mouth. Placing her hands on his shoulders, the massager sat beside him, filling her throat with fake affection and sympathy, "What happened, Gordo? Feeling troubled to move your hands and feet, aren't you? What can be done, dear? As the life of Zagart is dearer and more precious than your own life to you, you take it."

All her questions and taunting statements were burning the ears of the shonen-haired owner of the massage parlor but his vocal cord didn't remain strong enough to reply back. The girl continued, "I will surely manage the address of Zagart from someone else. And you? You'll remain only here, witnessing your death in front of your own eyes…" Her voice shuddered and fangs were rasped while uttering the last part but she didn't stop, "Just like the trio studying in Tokyo Institute of Technology, before four years!"

Popping out the penknife and switching it on, she swung it vertically, severing the vocal cord of the shonen-haired guy. Despite the sheer pain, the poor owner of the massage parlor couldn't even screech for the last time. As his body collapsed on the floor from the chair, she threw away the dagger and came out from the room, producing cracking pitches with her heels. Seeing her leaving so soon, Max went behind her to ask but she didn't bother to look back. Suspicious, the blonde entered the chamber only for letting his eyes adopt the size of a coin. His ankles got activated to run.

"Wait, you killer!" Max chased her though she was walking in normal speed, "You have killed our boss! Everyone, catch her!"

Hearing his scream, muscular guards in black T-shirts sprinted from every direction, blocking her path at the middle of the staircase. She found four of them surrounding her completely so that she couldn't escape. However, it couldn't stop her. Shrugging, she put off her heels, clapping with them once. At the next second, both of them got flung at the private parts of two of the attackers. They were hit by the sharpest parts, unable to take it and thus, falling back. Lifting her leg back, she presented the third with a subtle kick at his neck. The fourth attempted to punch her but she swooshed down, dodging it perfectly. Grasping his cloth, she pushed him from the stairs in the speed of whirlwind.

The next had to accept the same fate like his comrade, a bit more because of getting twirled twice by the girl. Damn, never did he imagine that girls can twirl boys too, not on the dance floor though. Due to the next kick at his stomach, the sixth fell from the railings, getting his head smashed. Rubbing her hands together, she picked up her heels, wore them back and walked on…once again, to be hindered, this time, by a raven-haired neko-jin who probably had no idea who she was or what she had done. Baffled, he asked, "Excuse me, miss…what are you doing here?"

"Seducing." Winking, the woman cupped his face and pulled it closer. Before the neko-jin could understand anything, his heart stopped as his lips were into hers. His eyes went widened; every hair of his body stood up in pride to salute the audacity of the girl. His spine froze, heart remained set on fire unexpectedly. Were his lips burning too somehow? In the obsession of kiss, lovers close their eyes but his were exactly opposite in this case though it didn't mean that he wasn't enjoying it. If he said that stupefaction was the only sensation active in his heart at that time, it would be a lie, though a minor one.

When he blinked for the first time during the entire round of the heated French kiss, the girl was gone. He was bewildered, of course. Feeling something wet trickling down from his lips, he touched it and brought his fingers before his eyes. Blood it was called; his own blood. Again, he remained speechless. She had bitten his lips too? If yes, why hadn't he felt pain? Was anesthetic clinging to the tips of her fangs? Or…had he been hypnotized by her?

He didn't have to wait much for the answer. He spotted his blonde-haired friend, running in his direction. Frowning, he asked, "What happened, Max?"

"That…that girl…" Max pointed outside, panting, "She has killed our boss!"

"Wh…what?" The neko-jin was shaken.

"Yes…" The American somehow nodded, "Ray…go and…and catch her!"

Max didn't have to finish his sentence. Forgetting the pleasant moment before a few seconds spent with her, the neko-jin named Ray turned back and went out of the hotel. Already, the girl had snatched a bike from someone and rode it. When Ray saw it, she started the two-wheeler, clutching the handles. The raven-haired guy also took his seat on his signature Kawaski ZX-6R and went behind her through the wide concrete road, wasting no moment. The holds of the girl on her brakes went firmer, she raised her waist an inch from her seat to gain more speed. Ray pressed the accelerators to catch with her velocity, hoping that he would get her very soon, effortlessly.

Little did he know that a tiger couldn't compete with a tigress as easily as with a doe. Under the rays of the sodium street lights, the massager drove her bike in a savage speed. Sparks flew all around when the wheels slid against the concrete. Ray wasn't also someone to give up. His eyes were placed only at her. She didn't even bother to stare back because she knew that it was nothing but a way to lose in the race. The hand of the speedometer touched 120. Now, her bike was slithering like a cobra, in a sine curve on the plane of the road. Being a mongoose, he rushed with his scrambler. His voice was broken, saying, "Stop! Stop!" all the time. Duh? Why would she listen to him?

The front wheel of the bike of the massager was raised a bit high from the ground as she gained more speed. The sodium street lights gasped at her daringness as well as the persistence of the boy. Anxiety and pressure were visible in her onyx orbs too and she didn't want to let anyone witness it, not at least the guy who was hurtling behind her. Yet, she realized that she couldn't win it only defending. That's why, removing a sharp hairpin from her duplicate tresses, she turned back and shot it at the guy. The keener it was, the speedier it was. It didn't have to struggle to puncture the wheel of the Kawasaki. As a result, the heavy racing bike couldn't progress for a single centimeter ahead from its position.

Ray gritted his teeth, slapping on his bike and watching the bike of the girl mocking at him while fading away in the blurring sodium lights and bridges. Only one word was let out from his throat:

"Shit!"

Done! I hope some of you have already guessed what the actual thing was, haven't you? So...whom did you like in this chapter more? The gushing, crushing flood and thunderstorm? Or the burning, churning fire? Besides, we all know about the term "Love at first sight". What about "Kiss at first sight" in this story? xDxD

Dear people, do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors. Take care and stay safe. So dear Ellie, wait for more as I said that it's not the only one and send a delicious treat to jiji *Bursts poppers and balloons*

-Misty _ _