Loyalty: Chapter 7
[Alternative Universe. Rated R: sex, drugs, violence, and language.]
It's been two days and nothing's really happened. Kurei hadn't made another attempt to slowly torture Tokiya. Fuuko had remained at Tokiya's place, relatively searching for Yanagi and Rekka's numbers. She needed them fast and Tokiya agreed. He was a little stubborn, but nonetheless more cooperative. She had already emailed Yanagi the information of which airport and plane she booked for Yanagi, Rekka, Domon, Ganko and Kaoru. Ganko and Kaoru of course were optional. They were still after all, high school kids. Tokiya had gone on an errand and she was left alone. Leaning back in his chair, she comfortably sat cross-legged, wearing a fluffy white robe, sucking on a lollypop.
"This is sooooo boring…."she grumbled. At that moment, she wished she was still working at her company. Things like that kept her mind busy with better options. She wondered how things were running there. Indeed, Kurei had financed her to build up her company, but that was it. She had work long nights and days to get it up and going. In turn, her company had to be a part of his "corporation." Someday she would free herself. At this rate, her company would surely break free of him in two months time. Her company dealt with a new advancement of laser radiation. She wasn't a blonde who only counted money. She worked for it. It was solely for military uses. She didn't want a war or anything. It was just a good idea to be able to have a gun and silently kill their organs without them knowing it. The gun would concentrate all the laser's dangerous radiation into a beam that would kill the victim instantly if used with proper amount of it.
"You always seem bored wherever you go, Fuuko-san. Except at work." She turned the chair around, staring right at Raiha who smiled back.
"What are you doing here?" Fuuko questioned, a little frightened of what he might do.
"Just checking up of course. Don't want Mikagami-san to do something he shouldn't be. Don't worry. Kurei-sama doesn't know you're here or Tokiya for that matter." Fuuko noticeably sighed.
"How did you—"
"I saw you looking at Kurei's papers. I saw you again at the warehouse. It was you—the blue haired woman from two nights ago, right?" Fuuko nodded dumbly; her dye had not come off yet.
"Why didn't you tell Kurei?" Fuuko was surprised that she found herself questioning him about his loyalty.
"Because…" Raiha looked straight into Fuuko's eyes, "it'd make you sad."
"But you admire Kurei so much—"
"There are things that even I disagree with and still do. However, I do not wish for Kurei to cause a war between Japan and China. Killing people for no purpose does not suit. Money should not be the matter," Raiha claimed, "I want to stop Kurei before he ends up killing himself trying to impress you." Fuuko looked a little shocked.
"Impress me? How would killing innocent civilians, IMPRESS ME?" she practically screamed.
"Kurei wanted to be perfect for you. He didn't want you to know about this, but apparently you found out. He loves you a lot, but I don't think he loves you the way you'd want him to," Raiha said keeping a wistful smile on, "he's possessive."
"I know that," Fuuko spat, "He stole me from the supposed happiest day of my life." Glaring slightly at Raiha as if it were somehow his fault for going along.
"I'm sorry for what Kurei might have done. But he really does love you. Anyways, I don't want him to harm himself than he already is. He's taking a big risk soon. I think this is your chance of escaping him," Raiha suggested looking blank.
"What?"
"In about a week, Kurei and Mr. Shin, our foreign minister as well as mayor will be starting a dispute between Japan and China that'll make the weapons you created sell. There's going to be an International meeting soon."
"How is he going to spark it?"
"As of now, Japan and China are fighting about an accident. The foreign ministers have been humiliating each other at the annual international meetings."
"What the hell…" Fuuko stopped sucking her lollipop, "what accident?"
"One month ago, a group of twenty to thirty Chinese foot soldiers attacked Japanese civilians—raping, robbing, and killed. This was down in one of the smaller islands."
"How come it wasn't on the news?"
"Government wanted to keep it on a low profile and immediately get rid of this problem. However, two weeks ago a newspaper reporter somehow got the information and distributed the incident to the rest of the Japanese nation. As of now, the government is pressured to do something against China in order to satisfy its people."
"How many people died?"
"One-hundred and fifty three."
"Shit…that's a lot…" Fuuko stared hard at Raiha.
"Where was the island?"
"Okinawa. Southern islands."
"The Prime Minister and the Diet will declare war any minute. Mr. Shin just needs to light the fuse that's already been made for him. This will make Kurei richer than ever with more influence in politics," Raiha explained. Closing her eyes for a moment, she heard the door swing open.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Tokiya growled, aiming a gun at Raiha. Fuuko scrambled to get up.
"He came here to give us information."
"You trust him?" Tokiya questioned.
"Yes! Now put that gun down!"
"Why?" Fuuko glared at Tokiya.
"What do you mean why!"
"He could hurt you at any given moment," Tokiya replied icily.
"Well, I'm taking that chance. Raiha's not going to hurt me. He's told me why Kurei's here." Tokiya snickered.
"I could've told you."
"Why didn't you?" Fuuko countered, gritting her teeth.
"I thought you knew."
"What the hell."
"After all you are his fiancé." That was the final blow. Fuuko walked towards Tokiya, glaring at him. With a crack of her knuckles, Tokiya was punched in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. For a few seconds he stood there coughing, holding his abdomen.
"Damn you!" She walked out of the room.
[A/N: Does it really look like I'm rushing it? I can't really tell. I'm really busy with schoolwork, community work, and extra curricular activities, so I try to update whenever I feel like writing or can. Man, I hope I finish this one. I naturally lose my touch if I get bored from writing this story. Thank you for the notice about Enishi x Misao fics. Gosh, they just take forever to update, but they're way better than my crap anyways. Hahaha.]