Loyalty: Chapter 5
[Alternative Universe. Rated R: sex, violence, drugs, and language]
Flying metal bullets flew their way, but Tokiya managed to pull Fuuko underneath the table to avoid the fatal shots. Clambering their way out of terrorized people, Fuuko grabbed for the gun hidden on the strapper on her leg. Aiming precisely at her targets, she shot down four of the nine men. With Tokiya pushing against her, she felt the thrill of the "game". For about five seconds, she thought she saw Raiha holding a sniper aimed their way. Not wanting to take chances, she pushed Tokiya lower, blocking him from Raiha's view. Raiha pulled the trigger uncaring of the woman-bodyguard.
"Kirisawa?" Fuuko grunted in reply, while she limped beside him.
"Get out of here. Now," she commanded shoving him out the door. Screaming people ran around in panic, while the security guards were all dead on the red carpet, their blood blending in with the material. Finding that Fuuko was too tired to run anymore, Tokiya sweeped her up into his arms, running briskly to his Lexus. Pushing her in, he skidded off into the night. Walking out on the carpet floor, Kurei smiled.
"You screw me and I'll screw you slowly."
"I missed, but I shot his bodyguard," Raiha claimed, the gun long disposed of.
"Since when did the arrogant, Mikagami have a bodyguard?" Kurei and Raiha began heading to the other section of the mansion where it was untouched.
"I don't know. She pulled out a gun during the breakout of fire, but near the end Mikagami-san saved her. He also drove off with her." Raiha started the BMW.
"So, he does have some connection with her, if he left with her," Kurei quickly analyzed, "We'll check the invitation list. Mr. Shin should be able to provide that."
"There was something familiar with her aiming," Raiha muttered weaving through the traffic.
"What did she look like?"
"Japanese by her face structure. Blue eyes and hair. Probably 5' 6" without her heels. Skinny-muscular. She was very elegant," Raiha informed.
"Did you happen to catch her name?"
"No. However she did seem the seductress to Tokiya."
"If Fuuko was like that, I'd be having the time of my life," Kurei joked. Raiha smiled.
"Fuuko is the opposite of Tokiya's woman."
"She's a feisty one and a hard one at that."
"Why do you keep her bound to you?" Raiha questioned, curious.
"She's the opposite of me," Kurei paused for a moment.
"So she's interesting?"
"She's my spirit," Kurei answered, opening the window, looking away. With those three words, Raiha understood what Kurei felt for Fuuko. Silence enveloped them the rest of the way.
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Gritting her teeth, Fuuko sat still as Tokiya took out a pair of tweezers and probed for the bullet. Plucking the bullet out, he set it aside in a zipperbag and threw the tweezers in the sink. Fuuko felt the antiseptic on her back and almost yelped in pain, but kept her composure.
"How'd you get in without an invitation?" he questioned.
"My business," Fuuko said haughtily before Tokiya rubbed in the antiseptic, making Fuuko whimper.
Glaring at him from the front, Fuuko answered, "I beat up one of your guests and threw him in the alleyway trash."
"You stole his invitation?"
"I told the bouncer, I was his wife."
"Wife of whom?" Tokiya questioned, putting away the anti-septic bottle.
"Mr. Gin?" Tokiya began laughing.
"What?" Fuuko asked irritated.
"He's single."
"So?"
"He's gay. It was known public a year ago. That bouncer must've been another 'Doumon'." Fuuko made a perfect "o" with her mouth and smiled.
"Too bad. I thought he was kind of cute." Tokiya took a roll of bandage cloth. He started to pull down her zipper.
"What are you doing?" she half screamed. Tokiya smiled and pulled it lower. Fuuko made a futile attempt to cover her breasts.
"I'm not wearing a bra!"
"It's not like I haven't seen any of it before," Tokiya claimed. Fuuko turned bright red and became furious.
"Well, you're not my fiancé anymore—" Fuuko caught her mouth before any more words spilled out. Silence pursued them until Tokiya finished bandaging her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Tokiya went to the bathroom to wash his hands again.
"Maybe you should change." He threw her a long t-shirt and socks. Walking to the bathroom, she shut the door to change and take off all the makeup, contacts, and fake hair. Plopping himself on the couch, he flipped on the TV to browse pointlessly around. He had already changed to sweats and an open button up shirt. Fuuko stepped out and saw Tokiya's lean masculinity. He looked back at her, but made no comment about her transformation. The blue dye wouldn't go away, so that was the only remnant.
"Go to sleep on my bed. I'll sleep on my spare bed in the next room," Tokiya commanded. As soon as his footsteps echoed away, she went into Tokiya's main room and smelled the musk within. It reminded her of him. Very much. Walking to the bed, she sprawled herself on there, careful not to open her wound any further. The shelf next the bed contained various books with post-its everywhere. Opening a drawer, she found a creamy silk pillow. On two of the ribbons attached to the heart-shaped pillow were their rings.
"Ice boy…" She fingered her ring. It looked just as new as the day they bought it. They both worked really hard, being able to barely pay for their college. She had worked for two jobs, while he worked at an intern company from two pm-eleven pm. Somehow he had been able to pull up both their grades. It was already 11:30 pm. Standing up, she placed the ring on her ring finger and started down the corridor of his home towards his guestroom. Tokiya awoke to soft padded footsteps coming his way. Sitting up, he placidly stared at Fuuko who opened the door, letting in a little bit of the hallway light. He froze where he was unsure of what she would do. Crawling onto the bed, Fuuko hugged Tokiya.
"I've missed you...God…I'm so sorry, Tokiya…" Fuuko had the tears in her amethyst eyes. Ones that usually never appear. He stiffened when he felt the ring she had on her hand.
"I should've told you, but I couldn't. There were probably other ways if I wasn't so hasty… I'm sorry Tokiya… I was in my wedding dress and everything and then…and then…" Her body began racking with tears. He shushed her, calming her body before she spoke again.
"He threatened that if I went to the alter, he'd kill you or Yanagi, Rekka, Kaoru, and Ganko… I couldn't risk it…Tokiya…I couldn't…"
"It's okay…" he wiped away the tear streaks on her face, "I understand." There was still a frown on her face.
"I don't know anymore. I don't know what to do. When he goes back to Japan, I have to leave earlier or he'll suspect."
"We'll worry about this tomorrow morning."
"But—" Tokiya interrupted Fuuko's protest by kissing her fully on the lips.
Whispering on her lips, "We never finished…"