Loyalty: Chapter 9
The door had slammed shut, locking the two men glaring at one another. Tokiya lowered his gun down, shoving it back to its holster on his hips. Fuuko's punch probably left a bruise on his stomach, but the pain had already faded away, but the anger in his eyes had not yet diminished. Raiha's passive stare irritated Tokiya to no end. However much he wanted to just lunge at Raiha and break his neck, he knew he couldn't—Fuuko would never forgive him.
"I'll go look for Fuuko." With those words, Raiha departed, leaving Tokiya Mikagami alone in the hotel room.
Fuuko valiantly walked out onto the busy streets unaware of the stares she received from passer bys. She was furious with Tokiya beyond words. Finally noticing that she was still wearing a robe, she turned a faint shade of pink, embarrassed at being caught by her own recklessness. She internally growled, everything was left behind in their hotel room. She sighed in defeat, walking back towards the hotel's direction. Glaring at the ground, she bumped into someone's chest.
"I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" she apologized only to look up and meet laughing purple eyes.
"I never thought I'd see the day where you'd walk out on a busy street with nothing on, but a robe, Fuuko-san," Raiha chuckled.
"Ha…ha..this is soooo hilarious!" Fuuko "accidentally" stepped on Raiha's foot.
"Ah!" Raiha exclaimed, "You are so cruel when you're angry." He earned a glare.
"You deserved that…" Fuuko began walking up the grand stairs again, glaring at every person who gave her an odd look.
"Wait!"
"What?" Fuuko snarled, irritated. Turning around she met face to face with a grinning Raiha. Enclosing his arms around her, they disappeared. Tokiya stared spitefully from the lobby doors. They reappeared in some kind of home, she didn't know where, but her anger was faded as soon as she saw how many book shelves there were.
"Where are we?" she asked, fingering the binds of the books, amazed at the massive library.
"My home, or rather, my resting place. I need to discuss with you and it seems Tokiya doesn't seem to want to comply." Walking towards Fuuko, he handed her a stack of clothes.
"I don't you're in the proper attire, however," Raiha smiled.
"Thank you.." Fuuko stammered, "Where's the bathroom?"
"Upstairs. First door on the left. Join me in the living quarters when you are done." Climbing up the spiraling staircase, Fuuko finally found the bathroom with its luxurious soaps, shampoos, and décor.
"Hmm…wonder what he wants to talk about…" she pondered, changing. Brushing her ruffled hair, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had hickeys written all over her neck from the previous night's activities. Raiha's seen her with hickeys before, so it wouldn't matter anyways. Hopping down the stairs, Fuuko walked out towards the table where Raiha sat, reading a book.
"Please sit down."
"What did you want to talk about, Raiha?"
"The plans."
"Of eliminating those weaponry?"
"That's the least of our problems. Politicians won't stick for being humiliated in public. We must find a way to cool the tensions," Raiha explained, "You cannot solve everything with violence. Be political, Fuuko and if you can't, find someone who can."
"So you're saying, we need someone political who can ease the tension between the diplomats and find some kind of distraction for them while someone else exterminates the weaponry?"
"Yes. I am obviously out of the question for the political position, Tokiya, however seems like a good candidate, IF you can persuade him to do so. As for you Fuuko, Kurei will be checking up on you soon. I can rid the weaponry on my own."
"Checking up? On me?"
"Yes. He wants to bring you here, so you can witness his triumph and success."
"Why…why does he have to do this, Raiha?"
"He wants you to be successful," Raiha stated, "your company will be praised for this new invention and he wants to promote it, seeing that you have worked on it so hard to build it up."
"Kurei…" Fuuko whispered slowly.
"I think we should head back now. You'd better explain yourself to Tokiya and head back to Japan. I've booked you the 8:30 pm flight, tonight. Kurei will be arriving shortly after you have returned home. I recommend you wash your dye out immediately." Without further adieu, Raiha stood up to his full height and held Fuuko's hand. Using his ninjutsu, they were transported into the alleyway between the hotel and the next business building. Handing Fuuko the ticket, Raiha disappeared as if he was never there at all.
"Raiha…" Gripping the flight ticket, Fuuko dashed out of the alleyway, running up the steps; she only had three hours left with Tokiya. Entering the lobby, the receptionist looked up.
"Are you Miss Kirisawa?" she questioned.
"Yes? What's the matter?"
"Ah…Mr. Mikigami wanted to give you this message. He said all your belongings are still in the room and everything's been paid," the receptionist reported.
"Where did Mr. Mikigami go? Do you know?" Fuuko questioned frantically. How could he possibly have left? Again?
"He checked out about an hour ago or so."
"Thank you!"
"Why couldn't you just wait, Tokiya…?"
[A/N: YAY! I updated! Finally!]