Authors Notes: Minna, guess what? I was going to do another chapter of my Fashion story, but I started writing a little idea for this one and well…I just got carried away with it and wrote it all. At least it is another chapter to one of my stories yes?

I do hope it is okay. It took awhile and I hope it kind of makes some sense. Well that's about it of my babbling for now and do enjoy the chapter…

Chapter 8 away……………………JA!

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Would you Kill for Love?

"Shinomori-san? Shinomori-san?" I jolted from my sleep sitting up, my head jerking to the right to see Misao sitting on the bed beside me. Her fingers were placed against her lips telling me not to utter a word. She rose from the bed, her left hand clasping mine and pulling me towards a small hole in the curtain to look outside.

"Something is happening out there." Misao had whispered, her hot breath fanning over my ear and neck as I leaned over looking through the small gap. Just as I thought. They were searching the hotel already. 'They', being the lesser members of the Dragons…the non-important ones. I grabbed my second gun from Misao's hand placing it in its holster, the other being placed at the small of my back, tucked into my trousers. Misao stared up at me with frightened eyes and I searched the small room not knowing how the yell we could get out of here. There was one window, it facing the carpark of the hotel, where four black cars were parked outside. They weren't being sly at all…definitely amateurs for sure.

"Have they come to kill me?" I stared sharply down at Misao, those words cutting deep inside me. Did she really have that little faith in me? I zipped up my bag, making sure everything was inside it and watched Misao do the same with hers, following my every move.

Again, my eyes scanned the area finally catching sight of something quite interesting. Misao stood near the air-conditioning vent, it blowing her top slightly as it was coming from underground. Her eyes glanced down just like mine did looking at the air-conditioning vent running under all of the rooms in the block we were located on.

"Shinomori-san?" Misao whispered looking down at me as I pulled the vent free with very little effort, the cold air brushing my long bangs around wildly. I pulled on Misao's hand, making her drop down into a crouch as she stared at me questioningly.

"You'll have to move quickly, but quietly Misao. They have the upper hand for now, but I will not let them harm you." I spoke taking the clip out of my gun and then placing it back in and pulling on the barrel of my gun, getting ready to shoot. I stared at Misao's wide eyes, she knowing that if it came between them and us it was now time to shoot to kill. I took off the long sleeved shirt I had been wearing over my short sleeved one and placed it over Misao's petite shoulders.

"It will get cold Misao so place this on…now go." I whispered fiercely to her and she dropped into the vent taking her bag with her and began crawling not looking back like I silently demanded her not to. I stood up moving quickly around the room, cleaning the place up as though no one had ever been here to begin with. I had silently heard a couple of screams from a few rooms to our right, they bashing the door open to see if we were inside that particular room. I placed my carry bag into the air vent and got in closing it behind me and rested there waiting for the intruders, both guns pointing at the vent in case anyone came close enough to see me.

Just as I presumed, they bashed the door open, not caring about being stealthy. They were truly amateurs now, no one was stupid enough, and no professional was stupid enough to make so much noise. A small amount of light seeped in behind them from the post outside the room. Two men with handguns stood at the doorway scanning the immaculate room.

"Don't scream bitch!" I heard one of the thug's shout loudly, practically waking the entire premise and then there was a loud gunshot echoing through the entire suburb. A soft thud came from the room next door to the one Misao and I were staying in and I watched the two men rush out, a loud argument erupting between the members of each group of coloured dragons.

I began moving quietly, shuffling along on my stomach, pushing my large bag in front of me and noticed Misao's form up ahead. Strange, she should have been further along then that. I moved closer, seeing Misao lying on her back, her eyes focused on the air vent above her. It was not safe for her to be lying there and I moved closer, my eyes growing wide as I stared at her blood stained face. I leaned closer watching the fear in her eyes and glanced to where she was looking and stared up at a half-mangled face, which used to belong to the woman that had screamed. They'd fucking shot the woman from point blank range and Misao had witnessed it all!

"Keep moving!" I whispered to Misao watching her snap out of whatever was rolling around in her mind and she began crawling once more wanting to get out of the vent as soon as possible.

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A small amount of time passed as I had some how crawled passed Misao in the small confinement of the air vent to lift up another one. Of course, not without memorizing the feel of her young body pressed oh so tightly against mine. Again, I scanned the room making sure no unidentified men where still inside it. Luck had been on our side as the door was closed the room completely empty and I noticed it was a bigger one then what Misao and I had been sharing. I got out of the vent, grabbing the bags and then clasped Misao's blood stained hand pulling her out of the vent as well. I silently made my way towards the window watching the four black vehicles drive off in a hurry, numerous people moving out of their rooms yelling for anyone to call the police.

"Misao we must get out of here!" I spoke hurriedly and turned around noticing she sat in the same position I left her in, she clutching my long sleeved shirt, it covered in the unidentified woman's blood. Her blue eyes stared up at me, every horrific emotion I could think of showing themselves in those eyes of hers. She was breaking apart and this wasn't the best place to do it in. I grabbed our bags reefing them over my shoulder and picked Misao up dragging her to the back window of the room, this one actually containing one. I opened the window, punching out the screen and climbed through it watching Misao do the same, much like a zombie would if they were actually real.

We raced off into the darkness of the suburb, racing towards old warehouses and alleyways and I was extremely glad for the darkness of the early morning hours. It would not last long and I needed to locate a place before the sun rose for the day.

I raced through a deserted alleyway; the sound of constant running water drawing near as it fell from the gutters from an unknown source in the abandoned warehouse above. I was dragging Misao along, but skidded to a halt when I felt her grasp slip from mine. I observed as she raced towards the water, standing underneath it.

"Misao! We don't have time for this!" I spoke almost harshly to her, but watched shocked as she reefed off her clothes and began 'clawing' her creamy skin the now red water pooling at her bare feet. I stepped closer, almost hesitant thinking she'd become insanely scared and prepared myself as though waiting for her to run away hysterically.

"Misao?" I watched her head jerk up, those blue eyes red and puffy from her silent tears at witnessing someone die because of us. Her face, chest and arms had red finger marks over her skin, Misao clawing her pale skin and scorching it red to try and rid herself of the woman's blood. I moved closer, dumping the bags on the ground and wrapped the weeping girl into my embrace, my head resting on hers. I was now as drenched as she is. Misao was shaking with fear and I pressed her closer, silently telling her I wouldn't let anything happen to her, not while I was alive and kicking!

"I'll keep you safe Misao, I promise you that." I spoke determinedly into her ear, Misao's sobs growing a little louder as she pressed her body to mine, her small hands clutching the material of my clothes. She began dry heaving, almost hyperventilating as I brushing my hands up and down her back trying to calm her down. My long bangs fell over my eyes, water dripping from the ends as I stared into the pool of water it rippling slightly. I stared down at our reflection. Misao had stripped completely; she now only dressed in an ice blue colour of satin underwear and a matching bra.

"We must move on Misao. Do you think you can run with me?" I questioned the young girl and noticed she shook her head negatively. I was about to voice my opinion that it was important to keep moving when she finally spoke to me.

"I…I am not wearing anything…" I couldn't help but place a smirk on my lips at her hesitant voice. I turned away from her, my eyes not catching anything, even though I had already memorized her body shape from before and heard the zip to her bag open as Misao quickly placed something on and then picked up the bag indicating she was ready to leave. I turned around noticing she was wearing a short white summer dress, her ice blue bra showing throw, as she was still wet. I picked up my own bag, I not having any clothes at all, nor did I care and grabbed her hand racing down the long alleyway once more.

"W-Where are we going to hide?" Misao spoke, puffing heavily, as I wasn't stopping to let her catch her breath. I stood at the alleyway's main entranceway staring down both sides of the main street, watching a couple of cars speed by.

"Wait…I know this street." I muttered mostly to myself, clasping Misao's hand tighter as I pulled her towards me, she stumbling lightly once more and blushed heavily when I wrapped my arm around her shoulders holding her against my drenched form. This part of town was pretty rough and I made sure my left hand was poised at the gun in the small of my back.

"S-Shinomori-san…I'm scared…" Misao mumbled into my side, her left hand going around my waist to clasp the one at the small of my back. I walked passed numerous street thugs and homeless people, my eyes catching an arcade sign flashing and hurried my footsteps knowing Yahiko would be close by. I heard rowdy voices as I drew closer watching six teenagers' circle another teenager with spiky black hair.

"Beat it kids." I spoke deadly serious watching them turn to stare "evilly" at me, but they scrambled off as I flashed them the gun in my holster. Dark eyes stared up at me and I moved forward, my arm unclasping from Misao's as I placed it around the teenager and began walking once more.

"It's been awhile kid. Yahiko meet Misao, Misao this is Yahiko."

"Pleasure girlie." The young boy spoke gruffly while walking with us, he sensing something was up.

"Word on the street says a cop and a young woman, looking much like girlie there, have gone into hiding…and yet here you are Aoshi-san." Yahiko spoke as I dragged him along with Misao, we looking like a small family even though it was about 4am in the morning.

"I need your help Yahiko, please take Misao somewhere safe."

"No problem Aoshi-san, I'll take girlie here to the safe house. You do owe me big time though…" I snorted lightly at the short boy and let go of him and Misao, watching as she turned to stare up at me, as though fearing that something bad would happen and I wouldn't be coming back.

"For her protection Yahiko." I spoke placing my black gun into his waiting hands as well as an envelope with money inside it. I observed as Yahiko clasped Misao's hand with his tugging on it to silently telling her to turn around and walk with him.

"Shinomori-san…I…" I placed a finger over her lips, Misao having raced towards me after getting her hand free from Yahiko. I silenced her and spoke before pushing her to walk with Yahiko once again.

"You must trust I'll be okay. I cannot have you with me when things become ugly, but do not be afraid, Yahiko has lived on these streets his entire life and knows what he is doing. I trust him Misao, so you can trust him as well, he will protect you." I silently watched as Misao backed up, her large blue eyes looking into mine, trying to find assurance that I'd be returning in one piece. Her head bowed in silent sorrow and I quickly clasped her hand, placing another envelope into her hand and then spoke before turning around and racing off, I not looking back this time.

"I will be back for that."

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I waltzed into the police station as though it was any other day and made my way towards Saitou's office, ignoring all the stares I received from other officers. I walked passed the closed interview rooms, but stopped when the observation rooms door opened and I turned to face it noticing it was Hannya waving me over.

"You must be physic Sir, the Makimachi's are in the interview room talking to Captain Saitou about the mysterious disappearance of Takashi Konishi."

"Is that right?" I spoke slightly intrigued and stepped into the observation room to look through the window at the Makimachi's.

"What are you doing about the disappearance of my son Captain Saitou?" Mrs Makimachi spoke annoyed as he sat there smoking a cigarette all too casually.

"I assure you Mrs Makimachi, we are doing everything in our power to try and find out what has happened to your son. You must realise; it has been under 24 hours so we cannot send out a missing person's report.

"I find that very hard to believe!" She spoke slapping her hand on the table in frustration, her husband patting her other hand trying to calm her down. I stared over at a smirking Hannya, something quite rare in itself and heard his quiet mumble.

"You'd think she'd hide her nervousness a bit more. Anymore prodding on Captain Saitou's behalf and she'll blow her top revealing that she is one of the masterminds behind Miss Makimachi's kidnappings."

"I see you have your own suspicions Hannya?" I questioned my second in command and his smirk left his face as he turned serious…as always.

"A young girl is to inherit all her father's money when he dies. A very cunning woman, who decides she wishes to have a share of the money, finds out that Mr Makimachi here only has one child. Now she fully knows how much her husband is worth and wishes to take him to the cleaners, not by killing him, but by taking the one person in her way…and that is Makimachi's only living family…his blood daughter."

"That won't work in court Hannya, you and I both know this very clearly…as does Saitou I presume. There is too much speculation. I think Saitou suspects something is up with this woman, whereas the husband is clearly stupid." I replied placing my hands in my pockets and watched Saitou lean forward, placing his elbows on the table and cupping his hands over his lips, the so called victims not being able to see the small smirk hidden underneath.

"Do you not think it a coincidence that your son has completely disappeared without a trace and only just after we find your daughter, whom we have no idea as to the whereabouts of her yet again?" Saitou questioned in a deadpan voice.

"What are you saying Captain Saitou?" Mr Makimachi asked.

"Don't you think it is possible that there is a connection to your daughters kidnappers and the one's that have your son as well?"

"Don't be ridiculous Captain Saitou!" Mrs Makimachi snapped at Saitou, Hannya and I staring silently at each other and then turned back to look into the interview room.

"Well to me that was more then a confession if I didn't know any better. Captain Saitou cannot pass this up." Hannya replied and we watched as Saitou sat back in his chair, his arms folding over his chest.

"Oh, and why do you say it like that Mrs Makimachi?" There was definitely the sound of intrigue in Saitou voice, almost as though he'd gotten her to spill everything to him in that frustrated reply seconds ago.

"W-Who would be that beastly. Those children are all we have, they are our babies!" Mrs Makimachi spoke brokenly, she hiding her face in her husband's shoulder and weeping quietly.

"She truly disserves a reward for that speech." I commented and then turned to face Hannya, nodding my head silently and watched him walk out heading for the interview room. Mere seconds passed as there was the knock on the door, Hannya entering to whisper quietly into Saitou's ear.

"Excuse me for a moment I have an important phone call to attend, it shall not take long." He spoke and got up heading out the door with Hannya following him back into the observation room.

"I see you have survived another day Aoshi."

"Sorry to disappoint you." I replied dryly, Saitou almost smirking at the dry humour as he lit up a cigarette.

"Saitou, do you think you and Megumi could distract Mr Makimachi for, oh say about five to ten minutes? Maybe take him through a photo of that young…now deceased man from the dragons?"

"You wish to speak with Mrs Makimachi alone I see. Why should I allow such a thing when you have not given me one snip of information."

"I assure you Saitou, this will be the beginning of the end for the Five Powers of the Dragons." I watched Saitou's brow lift up in definite intrigue now. I leaned against the window and spoke once more.

"Allow me this and I shall send you all the information I have piled together, granted you only show it and must show it to Megumi and Hannya. Do we have an agreement?" I knew Saitou wasn't one for bribes, his golden eyes narrowing dangerously at me as I began to play the cards on him.

"Very well Shinomori, you may have your ten minutes, but know this…you are not to set foot into this department anymore. After your meeting with Mrs Makimachi, Detective Sergeant Aoshi Shinomori is no more, he does not exist in this police department…nor any others over Japan." I nodded my head watching Saitou leave the observation room and walking back inside, taking Mr Makimachi away for a 'moment'.

"Hannya, when I give you the nod, you are to shut off the camera surveillance to the interview room and leave the observation room. I want this to only be on my head, not yours. DO you understand?" I was inevitably waiting for some remark from Hannya, some form of protest but watched him nod his head. Thank the gods for Hannya was finally thinking of his family and his well being now. I stepped out of the room and into the interview room, watching as Mrs Makimachi sat up properly, her eyes narrowing, as she didn't know who I was.

"You really have your husband wrapped around your little finger don't you Mrs Makimachi. Shall I call you Mimi?" Her dark eyes never left mine a I sat down in the chair, one leg crossing over the other and rested my hands on my knee, my eyes focused on her. She was scared shitless! Good!

"Do I know you? I'm sorry to sound rude, but where has Captain Saitou gone? As well as the whereabouts of my husband too? I have a meting to attend to and I cannot be late for it?"

"I'm quite intrigued to know what meeting you are going to attend. Its clear to me that you do not work for a living." Her lips parted in silent surprise, but she quickly closed it, but not quick enough though.

"I'm sorry and you are?" She stared questioningly at me, her eyes scanning my form, memorising who I was, obviously so her 'men' could take me out the next time she 'ran into me'.

"No one important, but I'd really love to know where the dragons are hiding out." This time the surprise was evident on her face and I turned around nodding at the one way mirror, knowing Hannya would have switched off the surveillance and left the room by now. I stood up moving to the other side of the table and sat on the edge, Mrs Makimachi moving back rather uncomfortable at my being in her 'personal space'.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She uttered and stood up grabbing her things together as though ready to leave. I forced her back into her seat, she gasping in shock and those dark eyes grew fearful at my low tone of voice, it showing pure seriousness and hatred for the woman in front of me.

"You cannot move without my knowing Mrs Makimachi. I have many eyes watching your every move. Do you think you are safe from me?" Those eyes wavered as she stood up, walking backwards away from my advancing footsteps, her back smacking into the far wall.

"You are crazy!" She spat hysterically and I shoved her at the wall pressing her shoulders against it, making sure she was unable to move.

"Oh, I am crazy am I? Then how come it was seen that you had a meeting with Tetsuji Hayashi, Noburo Kamata, Yamazaki Okuda, Fugita Daisuke, whom is now dead and Takashi Konishi, your son who is missing. Do these names ring any bells Mimi?" She shook her head stubbornly and I pressed her harder against the wall, she whimpering slightly and I spoke again.

"The group you are one of the leaders of. Clearly you cannot work alone and so I wish to know the other creator of the Five Powers of the Dragons." She was literally shaking in fear now. Damn I really should have done this in the beginning and Misao and I wouldn't be on the run.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about…" Mimi muttered to me, a lone tear falling from her closed eyes.

"Clearly that is a lie woman. For you are shaking in fear of me and what I can do to you." I ripped her shirt open, she gasping in horror at being exposed like this and my eyes cast down looking at her form.

"Black, red, green, gold and crystal. Mrs Makimachi, answer me this, why is it that you of all people have half a tattoo of a dragon on your chest?" She whimpered once more, I pressing my weight to hers whispering into her, venom practically dripping from my voice.

"I have had a hell of a week and knowing I am that much closer to solving this case makes me want to have some fun! Alas, I must keep going…I have my own meeting to attend to, for my acquaintance has been tied up for quite sometime now. Perhaps will shall meet again Mrs Makimachi, only next time, you will see that Miss Makimachi is quite alive and well…ready to confess everything! It's been a pleasure to meet you at last. Perhaps I shall get in contact again, when the time comes for me to meet with your partner in crime." I stepped away watching the elder woman fall to the floor weeping into her hands and walked out of the interview room whistling innocently…too innocently. I came across Hannya sitting a bit further down waiting for me and stood beside him waiting for him to get up and follow me outside the station.

"Who do you trust in this department Hannya?" I questioned him as we stared at the black limousine parked out the front obviously waiting for the Makimachi's.

"I trust Officer Beshimi, Hyotokko and Shikijo Sir. Why do you ask?" Hannya spoke following me across the street, to stand in the darkness of an alleyway where no one could see us, but we could still see the police department.

"Very well then, have the three of them follow Mrs Makimachi, you do the same as well Hannya. You lead this operation yourself, no help or guidance from myself."

"Yes Sir." Hannya spoke ready to step out of hiding but I stopped him, my hand open waiting for the slip of paper I had asked for last night. Hannya placed it into my hand and walked of, his mobile phone out as he dialled the numbers of the officers he wished to get in contact with. I flipped open the paper, glancing down at the address and made my way through the alleyway trying to locate the first taxi I could come across.

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I walked down yet another disserted alleyway and creaked open a large door it banging loudly behind me. I moved my way into the darkness, water dripping from a leak could be heard to my left. I had the taxi driver drop me off a block away, knowing I could have been followed, but made it here without any tailers. I entered a dark room, just the way I wanted Hannya to place it. A bright spotlight shone on the tied up victim as I moved over taking his gag off his mouth.

"We finally meet Takashi Konishi, only this time I have the upper hand."

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To be continued…

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