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Here is chapter 3…
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Pieces of a Puzzle
Chapter 3: I'll do anything to get you
After Henry left after they walked in the park, Trina couldn't resist of how much she wanted to kill Rika. Trina was still fuming as Rika walked carelessly through the lanes. Rika was walking rather blankly; her eyes cold and unfocused. Henry was staring at Rika the whole time as if he thought Trina was dumb. Trina wanted to yell out in rage—she's not going to let Rika steal her boyfriend…and she'll never will.
However, Trina was not one of those helpless girls. Her high school former friends thought of her as clever, sly and foxy. Trina had manipulated many people's minds in the past, like when her former friend Ru Xin nearly took her current boyfriend, Henry Wong. That gave Trina the perfect idea. She pretended to fiddle with her wallet, which depicted a cute little girl, one year old, with violet hair. She wanted to make Rika believe that Henry and her had a daughter, which means they slept together for nights. She started to hum a little tune before the sentence was spoken, "I miss…you…sweety…" still looking at her toddler cousin.
"Who's that?" Rika asked, according to Trina's plan. Trina could do nothing but smirk at Rika's stupidity.
"Um…that's my d- Trina started but was sharply cut off by a cute brown-haired guy.
"Hi Rika!" He greeted Rika.
"Um-who are you? Ryo popped up, and now um, you?" Rika looked at him quizzically, biting her lip.
"You're so brainwashed! I'm the former goggle-head! Remember?" Takato said with awe.
"Oh, hi goggle-brain!" Rika laughed. Takato smiled, "We've moved into a condo near here! Want to visit? Jeri wanted you do come so badly when Henry mentioned it?" Takato's attention shifted to a staring girl.
"You're Trina right?" Takato said, holding out his hand. Trina reluctantly shook his hand. Go away, she thought, I hate you. You've destroyed my perfect timing. "Why don't you guys come over?"
"Um—I have to meet a friend of mine…down by the park…" she lied, pretending to look in her bag for her lip-gloss.
"Rika, coming?" Rika looked hesitant, but Takato pulled her hand anyways. "C'mon." And they walked together through the park, pass the dusting petals of the cherry blossoms.
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"Uncle, I have tracked down Rika Nonaka," a shadowed figure said to the silhouette of a man from the computer monitor. The only thing seen was the leathery shimmer of the person's leather jacket.
"Excellent," the man said in a sinister voice, "I will Ryuin to help you."
"Thank you," the figure said, "I'll toy with her, slowly."
"Then she's in your hands, Shadow."
[Shadow is a nickname; the real person will be exposed later.]
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"I'm so glad you're here." Jeri squealed, practically squeezing a red pillow until it was about to burst, "why didn't you call us from Osaka? I mean, you had our phone number." Jeri said, now sitting on the pillow, exposing her midriff shirt reading "Angel".
"I'm sorry; I've lost contact after, well, Granma died." Rika said, trying to avoid all eye contact with Harry's hazel eyes. She could feel Takato and Jeri gasped beside her. Immediately, she began to fiddle with her fingers. Her mouth felt unbelievably dry as she brought her glass of Sprite to her mouth.
"Oh look, you're glass is nearly empty. Let me go and get you another drink." Jeri said, holding Rika's glass cup and dragging Takato into the kitchen, and leaving Rika and Henry all along. Henry was looking at Rika anxiously, but noticed that her spring violet eyes were icy cold. She held herself as though she was frozen in ice. Henry predicted that she wasn't too fond of the idea of Trina and him together. How could I explain? Henry thought, grabbing the remote control. The whole room was clouded with such an eerie silence.
"Rika, I'm- Henry began.
"Shut up. I didn't come here today hear an apology." Rika's eyes narrowed dangerously.
'But- He attempted again, slight tears welling up his gray eyes.
"Shut up," she said once again, avoiding all eye contact.
"Rika, look at me." But Rika stood as a stone. Soon, she heard the muffled approaches of Jeri and Takato.
"Er-" Takato looked hesitant to enter the practically silent room. Rika stared at the clock, and suddenly stood up from the black couch. She grabbed her bag of books, and without a word, bolted to the door. Henry and Jeri looked, astonished at her reaction, nearly dropped the drinks on the couch.
Takato piped up, "where are you going? It's only 8 o'clock."
"I've gotta go; I'll be late for tomorrow's class if I don't."
"Oh and one more thing," Jeri informed Rika, "If you don't like the dorms, you can move in here. Just call. We have an extra room."
"I think I'll be calling pretty soon." Rika muttered, thinking about the slut living with her right now. Without another word, she turned her heel and left through the apartment door.
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Shadow waited as a black convertible approached the park. She had recently spied on Rika, who should be exiting the condos right now. She grinned with satisfaction as a man stepped out of the car, dressed in a dark black jacket, dark pants, and dark shades. She grinned. She, herself, was dressed in a black tank top, jacket, high-heeled black boots, and a skirt that was 7 inches long. She played with a small shotgun placed at her hips.
"Hello, Ryuin, long time no see," she said, "We've got a target. 19 year old Rika Nonaka." She smiled evilly to herself, still playing with the handle of the gun. She and Ryuin known each other every since 8 years old when he had had amnesia and she had lost her parents. They were taken as assassins by their caretaker (I don't mean janitor), and were highly skilled in weapons and kung-fu.
"I see," Ryuin nodded, "but you should have gotten her already. She's your roommate after all." Ryuin breathed in, and tugged the end of his jacket carelessly. Shadow shot him a dark look, "Dark [Ryuin's nickname], boss allowed me to toy with her. That's my business."
Ryuin looked smug, "boss said both of us."
"Big whoop," Shadow shrugged, and continued fiddling with the shotgun.
"Wonder what he says when he sees you saying that? You should have everything in your hands by now, but you shouldn't do anything until I show you something. Boss told me to enroll as a student to take further examination on that girl. That wretched b****. Perhaps you're right, Shadow, we can't make it that obvious. After all, the police are already after our tail." He eyed her with his cold, gray eyes.
"Time you've got a brain," Shadow smirked. "I've gotta go, before anyone suspects my true identity. Ryuin nodded again, and entered the convertible once again.
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Rika sighed, playing in her head all the mournful losses to her. First of all, there was Renamon. Second of all, there was Henry Wong. And third of all, her childhood friend, Hori, who was thought to have died in a car crash.
She walked silently among the sun-setting park, where the trees were dusted with shades of pinks and purples. She sighed to know why she was born in such disastrous life, and why no one ever has answers for her. Why did Henry AND Trina have to be here? Why did I accept the scholarship? Uggh, I should of just gone to a local college, she thought disgustedly, then my life wouldn't be flip flop. She thought of Kari and Yuki who were in Osaka. They would be in the college, without a single worry that caused trouble. Once again, she sighed.
But most of all, she missed Hori, her best childhood friend. Tears slowly overwhelmed the violet eyes.
[Flashback]
"Hori, why are we going to the park today?" Rika asked her month older friend. He laughed as he took her hand.
"It's Sakura Festival," he grinned, "that's why you're wearing a kimono." He eyed the little red kimono she was wearing. "You see, there's a festival down by the park." Rika smiled, holding her lantern. Her hair strands tossed playfully into her face, as the blond boy held her hand tightly. She looked up to him and pleaded, "later, we'll practice martial arts together, right?"
"Sure," he grinned, "c'mon." They walked into the park, which was decorated with festive lights and shops selling jewelry, souvenirs and such things. Rika gazed with amazement. They found Rika's mom dressed in a violet kimono along with Mrs. Likee, Hori's mother, having a conversation nearby the noodle shop.
"Hori, you've forgot the basket from the apartment. Run and get it." Hori's mother said, who was busily chatting away with Miya in the midst of the crowd. Hori nodded obediently, and got up. Rika looked at him, "you're coming back are you?" Hori laughed as he dragged Rika with him.
"Of course, you silly."
"Okay, I'll wait here until you get back," Rika replied, clutching her lantern.
He started to cross the street. Just then, a black car came to a nearby halt, but couldn't stop from the presence of Hori's body. The driver's eyes were widening, frantically trying to press down the brake. But his body fell numbly onto the ground as Rika watched her friend in vain. His mother, Miya, his father, and Granma crouched around the poor boy. The driver got out of the car and stared with shock. Hori's mother sobbed hysterically whereas Miya patted her gently in the back. Rika stood there with a blank expression crossing her face.
He never came back ever again. No one knows what ever happened to him.
[End Flashback]
[Warning- to all those who can't even take making out, or French kissing…and stuff like that. DON'T READ THIS PART. I'm only warning you so that you don't flame me for writing something that doesn't suit your taste.]
She felt her tears rolling down her cheeks as she heard a sudden interruption of sound. Strange. Why would someone be in this deserted park except for her at this hour? She turned to see a familiar figure, staggering wobbly and bumping into the benches placed alongside the path. She squinted her violet eyes. Brown hair. Azure eyes. It was…Ryo.
"What are you doing here? You don't look too good…" Rika said critically. He came closer, mumbling "Rika."
"Stop muttering my name," Rika snapped sharply. But he got ever closer. Rika was staring to panic. She could smell the distinct taste of beer. She predicted that he recently went to Celia's party and started drinking. Rika's body was completely unnerved by his out-of-his-senses presence. He continued muttering her name, softly.
"Rika." He said, coming EVEN closer. His nose was inches away from hers. She stopped him with her hand against his arm.
"Ryo," she said, "you're drunk." She lowered her eyes.
"I'm not drunk," he declared softly.
"You are." She could sense his wavering motions. He took a step closer. His warm, stanching from beer breath drew against her cheek.
"Ryo, stop it, you're drunk," Suddenly, Ryo grabbed her hand, and interrupted it with a kiss. Rika dropped her books as her eyes widen in astonishment. There was this guy who she didn't see for months, kissing her? This was way too absurd. Besides, she didn't love him. He was just a friend. She had to break this kiss. She fought against him, but it was no use. Ryo was way too strong for her. She looked with disgust of the disturbing taste of alcohol. His mouth was working against her as he tried to push his tongue through. But Rika made her lips stay sealed. She struggled until she kicked him hard in the shin.
He moaned in pain, and cried, "you B****."
"At least I'm not a pervert," she slapped his face.
"Are you alright?" A silhouette of a tall, handsome blonde guy said from behind the tree. He stepped out to meet her. She could see that he was dressed in deep shades, which caused no direct contact in the eyes. For some reason, he felt so…familiar. He lifted his shades to see the palest, yet clearest gray-blue eyes she ever seen.
[Flashback]
"I've never noticed your eyes were so pretty," as Rika and Hori swung on the twirly, spin thing in the park. Hori chuckled sheepishly, ruffling his hair. He smiled at Rika.
"Shucks." He said, "so, Rika-kun. Your eyes are pretty too. The color of spring violets, tinted with azure." He sighed dreamily.
"Don't be so dramatic," Rika laughed as they continued to spin in the afternoon sun.
[End flashback]
"Yes," she stuttered, shivering.
"What's your name?" The man asked, calmly.
"Rika. Rika Nonaka." Bingo, he thought, looking at the pretty strawberry girl in front of him. He looked closer. For some reason, it looks like he had seen her before somewhere besides as the boss' target. But where?
"I'm Ryuin." Ryuin murmured.
Rika lowered her eyes to think. He sounded and looked so much like Hori. Except his voice was deeper. Why hadn't she noticed before such familiar features? But it can't be. Hori's dead and gone. Unless…no, it couldn't be possible. Hori's gone. He's dead. There's no way he could ever come back.
"Um, I gotta go," she muttered, "Ja mata." She turned to go back into the girl's dormitories.
"O daijini," he muttered, but inwardly, he grinned. This mission was way too easy for him. He knew he was gonna see her very, very soon.
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How was that? Reviews will be appreciated. On further notice, any of the vote-thing or the request goes to my e-mail…arigato.
O daijini- take care of yourself.
Ja mata- see you later.
