UNTITLED AS OF YET
By saicho_18
May 10, 2002
"Although I must say," Kurei started, looking back up to look at Fuuko straight in the eyes. "You could have looked more, um, well, let's just say you could have done better if you were wearing pink, instead of blue. Don't worry, I'll make sure you wear pink in no time."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Fuuko asked sarcastically, faint patches of pink on her face. "That a sick spoiled weirdo will make me wear skimpy clothes to suit his perverted needs? And what is up with that weird habit of staring at people when they're asleep? Now you have to get rid of that, if we are to be married."
Kurei shrugged. "Stick and stones, Fuuko, stick and stones. And besides I think my face is pretty enough to cover up for that, don't you think?" he asked in a mocking voice.
Since no one is with them right now, Fuuko decided to let down her rudeness barrier and snorted out loud. "I'm not even going to say anything about your face, Kurei. I might hurt your feelings." Fuuko said, raising an eyebrow. "Why did you come here, anyways?" She promptly threw a gimlet at Kurei. Kurei evaded by simply tilting his head a little to the left.
"Tsk, tsk. Fuuko, haven't you learned yet?" he asked in an insulting tone. "Gimlets are mere toys for me." He moved towards Fuuko so fast that Fuuko didn't even notice until she was backed up against the trunk of the huge tree that she was leaning on just a few minutes ago. Kurei's lower right arm was on her neck and his left hands busied themselves by pinning both of Fuuko's hands above her head. Fuuko caught herself in almost the same situation as last night. Kurei's face was near her face and nearing in still. Fuuko gulped. "I know that you didn't aim to kill with that gimlet, Fuuko. I knew you meant to miss. You're definitely smart enough not to do anything that stupid to endanger your parents."
"I admire your eye, Kurei" Fuuko said. "Most people don't notice tidbits like that. But then again, most people just take one's parents as hostage and force one to partake in a sick experiment of his, now would they? Why don't you just leave my parents out of this and let's just settle this with a fight? If you win, I'm all yours, but if I win, you let my family go free."
Kurei shook his head as he eased the pressure of his arm on Fuuko's throat. "I am not that stupid, Fuuko. Why would I take the foolish risk of injuring a specimen when I could have it whole? And besides, do you really think that you stand a chance against me? You still are dreaming, Fuuko."
Fuuko stayed silent, but in her head, all the insults from A to Z were racing in her head. Damn Kurei and his stupid ideas. Why the hell just wouldn't he leave her alone? She felt Kurei's hands let go of her.
"Come back into the house, Fuuko." Kurei said in a dismissive way. "All your belongings are in your room." he started to walk away from the tree and towards the house, leaving a fuming Fuuko back at the tree.
After about a half a minute or so, Fuuko decided to walk back towards the house herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~AUTHOR'S NOTES~*~*~*~*~*~
To all of you people out there, so sorry about that little immature squabble of theirs. Sorry, I just couldn't help it. ^-^''.
Another big THANK YOU to Strife_07 for giving me this 'I challenge you to fight' thing. She gave me another idea, but I didn't really follow it. She's the only confidante I have about my fanfics. Well, not the only one, but see my diary won't talk. To tell you frankly, it was like she read my mind because the idea she gave me is the exact same idea I have for another fic. ^-^'
Anyways, Strife_07 wanted them to fight back there. I really don't know how that happened but I just went with the idea of them not fighting. I am not good at writing fight scenes so I just evaded that particular part.
Again, thank you for all the people who have already reviewed my fic. Even though it seems that I don't read the reviews, I actually do and all of you are in my precious friend, my diary. I don't know if that was meant to flatter you or freak you out but I just thought that I would share. ^-^''
One confession . . . throughout this fic, I haven't remembered that Kurei did have that awful scar on his face. It just came back to me when I was reading bichonen_lovah's profile this morning. I still can't believe she finds it sexy. ^_^''. So here's a deal, since this IS fan fiction, and this is MY world after all, would you people prefer Kurei having a scar or would I just remove that?
One more thing, so sorry it took so long to update the last chapter. I just got over this major writer's block. You should have seen me stare at the wall! I kinda have this idea of the ending and the plot. Umm . . . what do you guys say about Tokiya Mikagami dying?
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UNTITLED AS OF YET
By saicho_18
May 14, 2002
The rest of Fuuko's day was considerably unexciting. Bu then again, after a morning like that, anything that would be classified as normal would be considered boring in her eyes.
The day was spent, according to schedule, with her parents. Of course, in her parents' eyes, it was 'quality time'. To Fuuko's eyes, it was hell. Every given opportunity, Kurei would smirk at her and that felt like pure torture. Fuuko was now wondering where she got her fast reflexes, sharp tongue and quick wit because of the things her parents are showing right now show no resemblance of any of those traits.
UNTITLED AS OF YET
By saicho_18
May 24, 2002
At lunchtime, her parents had said all of their 'good-byes' to Fuuko and Kurei. Supposedly, her parents were to go on a flight to Tibet the next morning. They had invited Fuuko and Kurei to accompany them to the airport. Kurei consented but Fuuko said 'no' due to her classes. As much as she hated to admit it, it was her parents that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. If only they had stayed put in Japan, nothing like this would have ever happened.
She sighed. Why can't her parents have a normal midlife crisis like all the other grown-ups? Why didn't they just join a rock band or buy a wild red convertible for goodness' sake? Since Fuuko said 'no', Kurei resentfully declined too. Fuuko figured that Kurei wouldn't risk her roaming about the city alone. He knew that she was smart enough to gather help from her friends. Fuuko thought that was very smart of him, too bad it wasn't for her good.
"In that case," Kurei started at the table, startling everybody a bit. "I suggest that you take two of my people to accompany you two to Tibet."
"Oh, Kurei," Fuuko's mother exclaimed. "We couldn't possibly do that!"
Fuuko's father nodded his agreement.
"No, no," said Kurei. "I totally insist. Believe me, I would feel a lot better if I have some of my people are with you."
Fuuko stared at him. What was he up to? Why is he so bent on this?
"But why?" Fuuko's mother voiced out her question bluntly.
"Why?" Kurei repeated dumbly. He furrowed his brows as if thinking of the perfect statement to win this. The furrow eased. "Well, think of it as a going away present. Anyway, think of them as your personal assistants. I'm sure they will have no obligations to that. And as I said before, it will put my mind at rest knowing that my people heavily guard you at a completely foreign country."
It all clicked in Fuuko's head. He was trying to convince her parents to bring with them two assassins to guard them. Fuuko could have laughed that Kurei had put the statement so bluntly in front of them. They were to guard her parents so that if she broke Kurei's rules, her parents are just a phone call away from their deaths.
"No," Fuuko stated a bit louder that necessary. "Kurei, I'm sure that my parents can very well take care of themselves. They had been to other countries before, you know."
Kurei quirked an eyebrow at her. Must have thought that Fuuko wouldn't catch on to his plan. "Yes, I know that very well, Fuuko" he said. Kurei turned to Mr. Kirisawa. "But do you remember that time in Alaska when you were mugged right in the streets?"
Fuuko looked at his father desperately trying to catch his eye. She was sure that if she made eye contact with him, he would see the determination in her eyes and say 'no' t Kurei properly.
But her father nodded to Kurei's question.
"Well, let's just say that my men are a little trained in the fields of martial arts," said Kurei. Fuuko sank back to her chair. She knew very well where this was going. "And I don't want that to happen to you two ever again, because you both are important to me."
That did it. There was a tone of sincerity in Kurei's voice that even Fuuko, for a second, had believed him. And if that statement had that effect on her, surely her parents would melt. They were saps for these kinds of things.
Dumbly, both of Fuuko's parents nodded to his statement. Fuuko did a double take when she looked at her Mom's eyes. Were those tears threatening to fall? When she looked again, her thoughts were proven because her mother was wiping her eyes gently with the table napkin. When she looked up, she looked directly at Fuuko with a gaze that almost said, 'See? Didn't I tell you that Kurei is sweetest man for you?'
Fuuko could just smile at her. There was no sense in breaking her mother's heart even because obviously, Kurei had won.
Kurei smiled. That smile was so big that it almost looked like a smirk to Fuuko. "Well, I will be sending two of my most trusted men to be with you at all times. Don't hesitate to ask them to do anything. I will tell them to give you the same respect that they give me."
Fuuko's parents nodded again. Kurei looked at Fuuko for a moment and she swore his eyes are lighted up with triumph.
After that conversation, Fuuko, along with her parents went and took a walk to the rose gardens while Kurei went into the servant's quarters to talk to her parent's soon-to-be bodyguards.
On the garden, the Kirisawa family just talked about how everything will be fine and all right. Of course, Fuuko held her tongue because it just itched to tell them the truth. Sadly, that can not possibly be, now that she knows what Kurei wants. The only way for her to live through this is by doing exactly what Kurei wants and just pray that the tests wouldn't kill her.
Kurei didn't take long to talk to his subordinates and joined them quickly. As usual, Fuuko's parents and Kurei had an animated chat throughout the afternoon while Fuuko's mind drifted to somewhere else less boring.
When at last she couldn't take it anymore, she stood up form the table and excused herself from the small group. She went back into the house and found herself roaming it once again.
UNTITLED AS OF YET
By saicho_18
May 25, 2002
She found this library of some kind in one of the big corridors. Being Fuuko, of course she was intrigued. She went in and browses over the titles of the books. She decided that this is one cool library because unlike in her school, this one actually contains books that are interesting. There were books about the different ninja clans, scrolls about the madogous, and other different books about the extinct ninja artifacts.
One book particularly caught her eye, the title was written in some other language or something but it was a very large and heavy book that had been leather bound green. The particular thing that made it stand out is the fact that her fuujin, Tokiya's ensui, and many other madogous that she could recognize is in the front page. She took it out of the shelf and sat down in one of the chairs in the large library.
She was reading at peace and it was of no wonder that she lost track of time. She was really interested in the contents of the book so she did not notice what happened outside the room.
"Just what do you think you are doing in here?" a cold voice sharply shouted.
Fuuko jumped up in surprise, looking at the doorway, where the voice had come from. She looked at the owner of the voice, eyes wide. Suddenly, all interest in the book was momentarily forgotten.
